#this turned out much fluffier than I intended

[youngpettyqueen]

42 “clumsy kiss” with WHATEVER ship strikes your fancy

omg letting me pick the pairing?? Ally youre too kind to me <333

a clumsy kiss, love a clumsy kiss... ive got Jadzia on the brain after reading Revenant, so here's a cute lil scene with her and Worf! I know you havent seen DS9 but I hope you enjoy anyways <3

Jadzia wants two things.

First, she wants another bloodwine. They've been going down so nicely tonight, and she lost count a while back of how many she's had, exactly, but she wants another one.

Second, she wants her husband.

She goes to find Worf first, because she'll need Worf in order to get the bloodwine. Quark, being entirely unfair, had cut her off, so she needs Worf to go get it for her.

She wants him for more than just getting her another drink, of course. It's been a couple hours since she last saw him, and she misses him. Which is entirely ridiculous, it's only been a couple hours, but this is a party- a Klingon party- and she'd like to be spending it with her husband.

Unfortunately, he's a bit difficult to find in this crowd.

QI'lop is one of her favourite Klingon holidays. It's always a good party, with plenty of good food, and lots and lots of good drink. Dax has had an iron gut for liquor through most of its lives, and Jadzia is no exception. She was right there alongside General Martok when he went to convince Sisko to allow a celebration to take place on the station, and she suspects her asking for it was what tipped Sisko's opinion in their favour.

The general invited a whole lot of people, who in turn invited others, and now the entire Promenade is swarming with Klingons. She's sure Odo and Starfleet Security are just having a blast trying to keep eyes everywhere. She'll make it up to them another time. For now, she's a bit busy swaying and stumbling through the Klingon crowd, which is great for a party, but not so good for trying to find her husband.

When she does find him, it's because she walks into him. Literally. She's looking around, high and low, anywhere but right in front of her, and she walks right smack into him.

Jadzia yelps, nearly falling back on her ass. Quick as a whip, Worf catches her by the waist, steadying her. She finds herself looking up into his eyes, and maybe it's that her blood is 60% alcohol at this point, but she could swear she falls in love with him all over again.

"Hi, handsome." She greets, grinning broadly.

"Jadzia," Worf acknowledges, a whole lot more composed than she is. He eases her up to her feet, though his hands don't leave her waist, "You are drunk." He observes.

Jadzia gasps in mock indignation, her hand flying to her chest. "Me? No," Worf just raises a brow at her, and she goes right back to grinning, "Ok, maybe a little. Just a little. And I'd like to be a little more drunk, so I need you," She puts a hand on his arm, "To go get me a bloodwine."

Worf doesn't move. "Is there a reason you can't get your own?" He asks, and he looks like he already knows the answer.

Damn him and his very thorough, and also kind of sexy observational skills. "Cause Quark is being mean and he won't let me have anymore." She tells him, oh-so-sad about it.

"I find it difficult to believe that the Ferengi would turn down a profit without sufficient reason," Worf continues, and Jadzia curses internally, "Did he cut you off?" He asks plainly.

Jadzia can still win here. She nods, and puts on her best pout as she does. "Can you believe his audacity?" She asks in turn, "Telling me when I've had enough? You have to talk to him, Worf. You can't let him get away with this, with... with cutting your wife off from bloodwine," She leans against him, looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes, "My honour would never recover." She laments.

Worf looks thoroughly unmoved by her performance. "For once, the Ferengi and I are in agreement," He says, and Jadzia's mouth falls open, "I believe you have had enough, and that it is time for us to retire." He doesn't give her any warning for what he does next. He moves with, frankly, unfair speed, and suddenly Jadzia finds herself being swept off her feet and into his arms.

She yelps, throwing her arms around his neck in surprise. "Worf!" She squeaks, too drunk to be dignified. She clings tight to him as he starts to walk, and he cradles her against him like she weighs nothing at all.

"In your state, this is more efficient." Worf tells her, stepping over a Klingon who seems to be passed out drunk on the floor.

"But it's QI'lop," Jadzia pouts, "I love QI'lop."

"You will thank me in the morning." Worf replies, unsympathetically.

Jadzia harrumphs, but she doesn't put up a fight. There's a part of her, a teeny tiny, absolutely minuscule part of her that isn't drunk beyond reason, and that teeny tiny, absolutely minuscule part of her knows that he's right. She's very drunk, and Quark was probably right to cut her off, because she has the morning shift, and if she has anything more she's going to be both hungover and useless. She's been drunk enough times to know that if she stops now, she's only going to be hungover.

The thought makes her sulk. That's going to suck. Julian's going to have a field day with her.

Well, maybe not. He did vanish early from the party with Martok and Sirella, so he might be suffering from his own agonies tomorrow. She can only hope.

The rumble of Worf's baritone draws Jadzia out of that mental image, and she realizes that they're away from the party and on the turbolift. He must've asked for their level of the Habitat Ring. She didn't even realize they'd left the Promenade.

Now that the music isn't pounding and rattling her bones, she realizes that she can't actually feel her body all that much. She can feel Dax, protesting being taken out of the fun with Curzon's voice, but she can't feel her limbs. And, now that she's really thinking about it, her head feels like it's full of cotton. She can't think very clearly. Have the lights in this turbolift always been this bright? She squints, barely resisting the urge to curl up and hide her face in Worf's neck.

Ok. Maybe she did overdo it a bit.

The lift stops, and Worf steps out into the corridor, which is mercifully darker. Jadzia isn't the biggest fan of Cardassian architecture, but right now, she appreciates their lighting schemes. She relaxes as Worf carries her down the hall, all the way to their door, where he sets her down with the utmost care so that he can punch in the code to let them in.

Jadzia leans heavily against him, letting him lead her inside. His arm is strong and secure around her, keeping her held against his side. He's like a walking, talking pillar. She feels all warm and fuzzy, held against him like this, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol burning a hole in her gut.

She turns to him and stops him. Rests a hand on his chest, looks up at him to meet his eyes. He looks at her with a bit of curiosity, a bit of exasperation, and a whole lot of love. She smiles at that, her heart doing a little dance.

She really does love him.

"You're wonderful." Jadzia tells him.

Worf cocks a brow at her. "Is this your way of thanking me?" He asks.

"I'm too drunk to thank you how I want to thank you," She replies, and she chuckles when that comment makes his cheeks darken. He's still such a prude sometimes, it's very endearing, "But yes. Thank you. Thank you, for carrying me all the way home, and keeping me from making a bigger mess of myself," She raises her hands to his cheeks, holds his face, her world, in her palms, "I love you." She murmurs, achingly sincere.

Worf's expression softens. He reaches up, catches her wrists, holds her hands in place. "And I, you." He says, with that soft voice he only ever uses with her.

Jadzia beams, and draws him in for a kiss. Except her coordination isn't great, because she's still very drunk, so her kiss ends up at the corner of his mouth. She giggles, she can't help herself, and she tries again, and she sort of gets his top lip with the second attempt.

"Sorry," She snickers, holding him close, her nose against his, "I'm better at this when I'm sober."

Worf smiles at her, equal parts amused and fond. "I don't mind." He replies.

Jadzia kisses him again, and this time, it lands. And then, just to make up for the clumsy misses, she kisses him again. And again. And again, and again, and then he scoops her up into his arms again, and she keeps on kissing him as he carries her to their bed.

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 2: Thigh riding

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) thigh riding, little bit of dirty talk, this came out so much fluffier than I'd intended but I'm not mad about it, if I missed anything please let me know!

He didn’t turn to look at you when you walked into the cockpit—didn’t so much as flinch when he heard your steps on the metal floor. He could see your reflection in the transparisteel, your soft shape reflecting off the canopy of the cockpit and into his visor.

“Mesh’la…” He breathed it through the modulator. You smiled as you closed the gap between yourself and him; wrapping you body around the back of his chair, splaying your hands on his chest and joining him in looking into the nothingness of hyperspace.

“How did you know it was me and not the kid?” You leaned your head against his helmet.

He didn’t respond, but you had a feeling that somewhere under all the metal, he was smiling.

“You know, sometimes I worry that you have the same freaky powers that he does.” You continued, dragging your hands over the armor on his abdomen. You knew he couldn’t feel it, but it was more for your own benefit.

“Why is that?” Even through the modulator, you could hear the gravelly amusement in his voice.

“You know too much.” You smiled, removing yourself from him to stand in his line of sight.

“Do I?”

He was goading you, in his own way. Maybe to someone else it would seem like the vague, brief response typical of a Mandalorian, but you knew he was working towards something. And it made you falter just a bit.

“Sometimes…” You shrugged, the shy smile on your face was directed towards your feet as you spoke.

“Just because I know you well, doesn’t mean I know too much.” He still hadn’t moved, letting you stew in uncertainty and the glare of the gaze you couldn’t see.

There was a pause then. You considered the weight of his words.

He was right. He did know you well. Your scent, your touch, your taste—he knew it all, better than anybody else ever had.

But beyond that, he recognized what you wanted, how you wanted it, even when it was something simple and would be, to many, seemingly unnecessary.

It just startled you to have someone—especially someone like Din—put in the effort.

“Did you come up here for something?” He broke the silence, pulling you back in.

“You weren’t in bed. I just figured you’d be here.” You played with your hands. “How long are we going to stay in hyperspace?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’ll see.”

“Ok,” you nodded, and despite his apparent standoffishness, you knew it was just Din being Din. It was simply how he was.

You knew he’d crawl back into bed eventually, when the thoughts stopped racing and he could take the time to appreciate your weight and heat against him.

You turned to leave, and he finally decided to move.

“Mesh’la,” his hand caught you by the stomach, forcing you to hang back. You looked down at him, bringing your hand up to cradle his. “Come.”

You took a step back, rounding the chair to stand in front of him. He spread his legs, situating himself comfortably and easing you into a straddle over one of his thighs. You leaned into his chest, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“You don’t want to sit and enjoy the quiet?” You asked, almost rhetorically, “Just look at the stars pass by on your own?”

You felt his hand come to rest on your lower back before he dragged it down over the curve of your ass and began to knead gently over your bed clothes.

“You came here for something.” It wasn’t a question this time. His hand swept upward, palm pressing into your back to force your body flush against him.

“Did I?” You held out, if only for a moment longer, just to see where it would get you. “You’re the one who knows me so well. You’ll have to be specific…”

He craned his neck to lean his forehead against yours, and his helmet pushed into your skin in a manner almost verging tenderness.

“Move your hips, mesh’la.” It was all he said before leaning back, removing his hands from you and opting to simply watch on.

“Din…” You whined, but your halfhearted protest didn’t stop you from doing as he said. You swayed your hips over his thigh, sliding over his armor and wrapping your hands around his neck.

He didn’t say anything, but his head tilted back slightly.

“I can’t,” you tried to argue, tried to get him to take pity on you so that he would put in the work and let you feel him. “Please—too smooth, it’s not enough.”

“Doesn’t seem to be stopping you from trying.” He growled, and he was right; you continued to grind your hips against him in a desperate attempt to find the friction you needed.

Your pleas caught in your throat, morphing into a whimper.

“You complain every time,” Din caved only a little, placing a hand on your hip, thumb brushing the dimple where your thigh met your abdomen, “But what always happens?”

You moaned into his neck, letting the metal that adorned him amplify your sounds.

“What always happens?” He pressed on, slowly beginning to push and pull on your hips in an attempt to help you.

“I cum,” you whispered it, a dirty secret meant just for him. “I always cum for you.”

He let out a deep hum, and you complied with the pressure his fingers dug into your skin; slowing your movements and allowing him to set the pace as he dragged you across the beskar.  

“Relax,” it was a command, one you obeyed immediately as you melted against him, giving in completely to his hands on your body and letting him put in the work for you. Arms still slung over his shoulders, you hands fell lower on his back, searching for purchase.

You could feel your slick coating his leg beneath you, the raw chill of the hardware that protected him absorbing your heat and making for a smoother ride. He pushed your hips back, tilting you forward and ensuring that your clit felt the stimulation of his thigh beneath you with every tug of your body towards him.

“Din—” Your mewl was barely audible beneath the thrum of the ship surrounding you, but he heard you.

He knew.

He raised his leg slightly, pushing it up with his toes and flexing under the beskar to give him the leverage to push you down hard against him.

You came with a weak gasp, clawing at his back and letting your fingernails drag lazily over his armor. He gently paralleled your movements, gloved hands rubbing shapes into your back.

Your head felt light, but your limbs rested heavy as you sagged against him.

“Wasn’t so hard.” His hands stopped moving, coming to rest on your thighs where they were still spread around his leg.

“Only because you helped,” you sighed, “Only because it’s you.”

That earned you a squeeze, possessive but chaste, where his hand sat on your leg. You squeaked out a happy response.

You began to stir after a few minutes, the slick between your legs creating a gluey tension between your bodies.

“I should check on him,” you started to move, separating yourself from Din, “If he’s up, he’ll be hungry.”

Your attempts to stand were thwarted as Din wrapped an arm around your waist. “He’s still asleep.”

“How do you know?” You let him pull you back towards him, repositioning you to straddle his waist rather than just one leg.

“Freaky powers.” Din’s visor bore into you, and for a moment you felt like you could see his eyes—big and brown, just as he had described them to you.

You laughed, the intimacy and his wit sparking something deep within you, as it always did, and your body came to rest again, slumped against him.

“Stay, cyar’ika.” The quiet request only served to magnify the feeling he’d sparked inside you.

“Don’t have to beg, Din,” you grinned, lips creating streaks on his armor and your breath fogged the metal on his chest. “I will.”

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Hunter

Chapter Summary: The bottle lands on Hunter, and you get a classic monsterfuck.

Chapter Warnings: minors be gone; werewolf!Hunter x f!reader, kinks: predator/prey + knotting; desired fear, discussion of consent and rules, thrill of the chase, hiding, oral (f receiving), slightly graphic description of werewolf transformation, pain, unprotected PiV sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of cum, breeding kink if you squint and hold it sideways, mentions of blood, one instance of near dub-con (reader says “i can’t” and Hunter says otherwise), some aftercare

Word Count: 4.0k (i'm not even ashamed of this one)

A/N: please please heed the warnings on this one. while there is a discussion of consent at the beginning, once the werewolf appears, there is no more discussion. I will say right now: reader wants everything that happens. the fear reader experiences is akin to the desired fear one gets from going through haunted houses or watching scary movies. it costs nothing to keep on scrolling if you don't think you're the intended audience for this fic.

also yes i'm posting this on the full moon. and yes it's the Hunter's Moon. i planned this >:)

...Hunter. 

As the bottle rocks to a halt, you glance up to meet Hunter’s piercing gaze. He’s always been extra perceptive, always had the ability to make you feel like he’s seeing through you, but tonight, with magic coursing through him, his eyes pin you in place. A smirk tilts the corners of his mouth up. 

Your breath shudders out of your chest in anticipation as you let your eyes wander over his costume-turned-reality. Ragged lumberjack plaid stretches over his broad shoulders, torn in places to reveal the continuation of his skeleton tattoo. His teeth have sharpened into points, bared in a grin as the smirk on his face widens. Even his hair, usually so neatly held back by his bandana, is fluffier, longer, wilder.

The strobing, dancing lights reflect yellow eyeshine in his gaze, and you shiver. Arousal already begins to pool in your lower belly, molten heat stirring faintly. Hunter’s nostrils flare as he breathes in. The way his eyes flutter lets you know that he can smell you even amidst the press of sweaty bodies, spilled alcohol, and sickly sweet fog. A whimper falls from you, unheard by anyone except him. 

Hunter twirls a fresh shot of clear alcohol between his fingers. “Well, mesh’la?” 

“U-Um,” you say. The rest of the troopers at the table don’t even bother to hide their smug smirks. “Yeah. Let’s do this.” 

Downing the shot, Hunter slams the glass on the table, shaking his unruly curls out of his face. Then he stands, his broad shoulders and narrow waist drawing your gaze down. Already you catch the hint of a bulge outlined at the apex of his thighs. Your mouth waters, body coming alive with electric desire, and you resist the impulse to squeeze your legs together.

Following his lead, you stand as well. He tucks you against his side and leads you through the crowd. Pressed against him, your senses are flooded with the furnace-like heat he radiates, the unique scent of spice and dirt that fills your nose, the tingling sense of controlled danger where his claw-tipped fingers scratch ever so lightly against your waist. You swallow heavily. Kriff, this is going to be a fun night, and you’re grateful once again to whoever sent you the invite to this party. 

To your surprise, Hunter steers you towards the bar. With gentle pressure on your lower back, he guides you to one of the leather stools, but remains standing himself. He leans his forearm on the sticky bartop next to you, his other hand resting on the swell of your thigh. 

“Need some more liquid courage, Sarge?” you say with a teasing smile, your words sounding much more cool and collected than you actually feel. 

He barks a short laugh. “Hardly. No, I would rather keep this experience between us from start to finish. I...” He trails off, eyes studying your face before drifting down to your body, sitting stiff and wound up before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “...want you to know what you’re getting into.”

“And what is it that I’m getting into?” you ask. You lean closer to him, so close you can feel his warm breath puffing over your face.

“An experience that requires a few ground rules.” 

You nod for him to continue.

“One: when I catch you, don’t run,” he says. 

The bottom of your stomach drops out with excitement. “‘When’?” 

The grin he gives you is wolfish—there’s no other word for it. His teeth bare in a smile masquerading as a snarl, eyeshine glinting once again. “That’s right.” 

“W-What’s rule two?” 

“If you change your mind, you fight as hard as you can. And hit the panic button on this comlink.” He slips the small metal device from his jeans pocket and holds it between clawed fingers. “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to stay in control if I transform.” 

Gripping the comlink with shaking fingers, you locate the panic button and, with a nod, tuck the device into your pocket. “Rule three?” 

Hunter tilts his head, seeming to look through you again. You fidget in your seat until you realize he must be listening to your body—you become intensely aware of the way that your heart hammers against your ribcage, pulse racing, and of the heat scorching through your veins only to pool deep in your core. When he refocuses on your face again, your cunt clenches around nothing at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Rule three,” he echoes, “don’t hold back.” 

He tilts your head up to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan in surprise, body melting with little resistance into his touch. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough that the quick sting sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Resting your palms on his chest, you delight in the way his muscles flex and how he seems to quiver. Like he’s holding himself back, despite his order for you to do the opposite.

You break away with a gasp. Hunter nudges your face to the side and, growling, presses his nose to the pulse point below your jaw. You gasp as he inhales your scent.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he rasps, his words only meant for you, “you smell good enough to eat.” 

You bite your lip to keep your moan contained, still aware of the bartender shooting you a mildly amused look and of the dozens of people around you right now. As if he can sense you holding back—because he probably can—Hunter bites your neck. 

“Rule three,” he husks. 

“I’ll follow your rules if you follow them, too,” you gasp out. “Don’t you dare hold back, either.” 

He pulls back from you, hooded eyes meeting yours. Whatever he searches for in your gaze, he must find, because a slow, predatory grin spreads over his face. 

“Deal,” he says. “I’ll give you a head start. And then I’m going to fuck you, wherever I find you. Understood?” 

You can’t stop the whine that slips from your throat. “Y-Yes. Understood.” 

“Good.” He steadies you as you slide off the stool onto shaky legs. “Now run.” 

Your brain is several seconds behind, still stuck on the barely-contained growl in his voice and the way your skin shivers with goosebumps, but your body reacts immediately. Legs pumping, you take off through the crowd. Half-assed apologies tumble from you as you knock into people. You have no idea where you’re running to—you don’t even know how much of a head start he’s giving you. You just know you have to hide. Every instinct in you screams to run, to get to safety, to evade the burning gaze you can feel on your back even as you duck and weave between troopers.

You dash through an open doorway and skid to a halt, chest heaving with adrenaline. Before you lie several choices: a branching hallway filled with doors, an exit dead ahead, or a stairwell climbing up to a second-story exit. Glancing over your shoulder, you don’t see Hunter following yet. Part of you, a depraved, wholly needy part of you, wonders how much you should even try to hide—but an even more depraved part of you urges you to make it a challenge. How long will it take for him to find you if you try? 

Mind made up, you take the stairs two at a time and shove against the push-bar so the door swings open. But you don’t step through it. Instead, you let it shut on its own, then you turn and, emboldened by equal parts thrill and desire, you brace your hands on the metal bannister. Heaving yourself up over it, you try to keep as little contact with the railing as possible. 

Your stomach lurches as you drop the ten feet to the permacrete flooring. Thankfully, no joints sprain, and you don’t feel any pain in your shins from the impact. 

Unharmed and feeling pleased with yourself, you bolt through the ground-floor exit. 

Outside, the cool night air kisses your skin and wicks away the sweat that’s already gathered along your forehead. Head turning in either direction, you frantically search for someplace to hide. There’s the crystal forest, sure—but you don’t fancy getting poked with a thousand tiny shards like the ones you walked across when you arrived. You could sneak around the building and run back to the tiny spaceport. But that feels too...predictable. Why run when you can try to hide in plain sight?

To your right, a ladder leads up to the second-floor rooftop. Grabbing onto the cold rungs, you pull yourself up, hands and feet flying. You reach the top and, panting, survey your options. 

This rooftop is barren, save for the doorway you assume leads to the stairs you leapt off. But the next building over has several clusters of chairs and tables, tucked into the shadows of a decorative art piece that twists with elegant curves towards the cloud-studded sky. 

You go to take a step when an idea strikes you. You rip off your jacket, baring your arms to the chilled air, and drape it over the edge of the rooftop next to the ladder. Maybe the extra body heat, sweat, and scent clinging to the fabric will draw his attention and throw him off?

You slink to the closed doorway, then leap past it. You really have no idea how much of your scent you’re leaving behind, or what clues he’ll use to find you, but leaving as few footprints behind seems like a safe bet. Once you’re past the doorway, you break into a sprint again. The next-door rooftop isn’t too far, and after a relatively easy jump, you stumble toward the table tucked closest to the art piece. 

As quickly and quietly as you can, you crawl under the small, square table and arrange the chairs to block your body from view. It’s not perfect, by any means, but it’s the best you can do. 

And it’s not a moment too soon. The door on the other rooftop slams open. Hunter’s dark silhouette stalks out. Even from this distance, you can make out the way his head twitches back and forth as he tries to sniff out your trail. Clenching your jaw, you do your best to calm your labored breathing and urge your racing heart to slow. Anticipation trembles in your limbs.

Hunter jogs to the ladder and picks up your discarded jacket. He leans precariously over the edge of the roof, searching, and for a moment you think you’ve won. 

The wind shifts. 

Cool air sighing past you, you shiver as the sweat dries on your skin. A moment later, Hunter’s head snaps up, and he looks straight at you.

His teeth shine as he bares them in a dangerous smile.

“Oh kriff.”  

You gather your feet beneath you before you remember rule one: don’t run. All you can do is sit, frozen and shaking, beneath the would-be safety of the small table. Hunter prowls toward you. 

When he makes the jump between rooftops, you whimper, scrabbling backward until your shoulders bump against the swirling art piece, deeper into the shadows. You know it won’t help, but the darkness is comforting. Cold seeps into your bones even as your body alights once more with fresh arousal. Kark, have his shoulders always been so broad? 

He comes to a stop directly in front of the table you hide beneath. For a moment, you hold your breath, and the world around you seems to freeze. What is he waiting for? 

The table and chairs scatter with a crash as he yanks the furniture away from you. 

You yelp, surprised fear thrumming through your veins. Above you, standing tall and imposing, Hunter cocks his head at you. He tosses your jacket in your lap. 

“Nice trick,” he says. His voice grates against your skin, causing you to shiver. “Woulda worked if the wind hadn’t changed.” Then he shakes his head. “Well, it woulda worked for a moment. Could smell your cunt all the way over there.” 

He lowers until he crouches in front of you. In the faint starlight, his skull tattoo stands in stark relief, a terrifying visage of death. Your lips part as you pant with need. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how good you smell,” he murmurs. His dark gaze rakes over your cowering form, his tongue wetting his lips. “C’mere.” 

Clawed fingers wrapping around your ankles, he yanks you towards him. You yelp, body stretching flat, and he uses your momentary surprise to tear your pants from you. The fabric yields with a loud rrrrrrip, only to hang in tatters from your waist. 

“K-Kriff,” you swear. “Hunter—”

He shushes you gently. “Let me taste you.” 

He hooks one claw under the flimsy elastic band of your underwear and, with a sharp tug, the fabric snaps twice against your skin. When he peels back the ruined undergarment, you both groan at the faint, shimmery line of slick that pulls away with it. 

Like a man starved, Hunter presses your legs wide open and buries his face in your wet pussy. All concerns about your ruined clothes flee as soon as he licks through your folds. You cry out, pleasure rippling through you as his warm mouth envelopes your center. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you twist the fingers of one hand into his curls, holding his head against you. Your hips rock in pure reaction. Hunter growls, the noise vibrating against your clit. His eyes pierce yours, dark wells of lust and need. Your mouth falls open as you moan. The sounds of your pleasure bounce off the sculpture behind you.

“F-Fuck, Hunter!” you squeal as he sucks on your clit. 

He drags his nose through your folds, inhaling your sweet scent. “You’re soaked, mesh’la. Did you like running from me, huh? Liked running from the big bad wolf?” 

“Ye-e-e-es!” you keen, throwing your head back as he fucks you with his tongue. Deep in your belly, the molten lava of your desire begins to solidify into something more solid, something that promises bone-melting pleasure. 

Overhead, past the art installation, you watch with hazy eyes as the clouds drift lazily across the sky. Steadily, the night grows brighter. Though your upper body remains in shadow, your legs, and with them, Hunter, become bathed in silvery moonlight. 

Hunter’s grip on your thighs turns painful. His claws press a little too hard against your soft skin. Wincing, you snap your attention back to where Hunter’s mouth closes around your cunt. A moan punches out of your chest as you watch his eyes blink rapidly, shifting from lust-blown to golden and shining, alight with an intelligence that isn’t quite human. 

He shoves himself back from you, stumbling away, his entire body convulsing. “D-Don’t run,” is all he manages to grit out before—

Snap! 

You gasp, unable to do anything but watch with wide eyes as Hunter’s body violently contorts and transforms before you. His limbs elongate, knees bending unnaturally, ribs cracking as a new form tears itself out of his skin. Fear and desire chase each other through your body; you don’t know which one you feel most intensely.

With a deep, sonorous howl, the Hunter you know is replaced by a hulking wolven beast. Crouched on two legs, the werewolf pants heavily, staring down at massive, clawed hands. Hunter’s clothes hang off the beast in rags, shredded by the way his body swelled and grew during the transformation. But what strikes you the most is his fur. Dark gray fur, shot through with white streaks, falls in a shaggy coat all across his body. With a jolt you realize the white fur matches exactly the skeleton tattoo Hunter bears—in his wolf form, the tattoo is still humanoid, reflecting the person now trapped within.

“H-Hunter?” you ask, voice shaky and tentative. 

The wolf snaps his attention to you. Those bright, intelligent golden eyes lock onto yours as a snarl, animalistic and deep, tears from him, his teeth bared. His snout, rough and ridged, twitches as he scents you. Your legs remain open, slick folds still bared and glistening in the moonlight.

Dropping onto all fours, the werewolf sniffs the air again. Then, quicker than you can fully process, the wolf pounces. His claws dig into your sides as he drags you closer once more, a startled scream tearing from your throat. The sound only seems to encourage him. Growling deep in his chest, Hunter—the werewolf—he lowers his head and licks a stripe up your pussy. 

You gasp at the odd sensation. His tongue is long and rough against your sensitive skin, but you find it strangely pleasurable. A shudder runs up your body as the wolf laps at your dripping core; the heat simmering in your lower belly blazes back to life, a raging inferno of need blinding you to the fear of what this wolf really could do to you if he wanted. But you don’t dare move within his grasp.

You fight to keep your hips still as you watch the werewolf lick your cunt. Gasping for breath, you catch sight of something—something thick and red, hanging between his thighs. 

A groan claws out of you. “F-Fuck. Hunter, please.” 

Whether the werewolf understands you or not, you’re unsure, but he withdraws his mouth, the fur around his lips soaked with your juices. You heave a shuddering gasp as he hooks one large hand under your ass, angling your body. His other hand wraps around his large, throbbing cock. Watching in fascination, you moan as the slim, pointed tip drags through your soaked folds. 

“Please,” you whimper. “Please.” 

With another low growl, Hunter thrusts into you, burying his thick length to the hilt. You shout, pleasure and pain biting through you in equal measures, as he splits you open. Walls fluttering around the intrusion, you go boneless, forcing yourself to relax. 

Hunter sets a brutal, punishing pace. His cock reaches parts of you no one ever has before, stretching you in ways that you’re sure will ruin you for anyone else. High, heady moans tumble from you with every sharp thrust of his hips, your nipples pebbled in the cold night air. One of your hands squeezes the soft flesh of your breasts, the other snaking down between your bodies to circle around your clit. Pleasure spikes within you, orgasm drawing closer as you play with yourself. 

“G-Gonna—” You let out a choked moan. “Gonna cum.” 

Maybe the wolf does understand you, because he bares his teeth in a terrifying display, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Spit drools onto your heated skin. Gathering some of it on your fingers, you return to your clit to rub frantic circles there. 

Hunter adjusts the angle of your hips by a fraction, and you cum with a scream as he drives into that one devastating spot inside you. Back arching off the permacrete ground, your vision whites out as the wolf fucks you through your orgasm. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure crests over you, until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. 

Pushing with weak arms on the wolf’s chest, you somehow manage to get him to pull out of you, to give you a moment to catch your breath and recover. The wolf looms over you, panting and drooling. His cock twitches when you reach down to stroke the strange appendage.

“Good boy,” you mutter, leaning up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. On a whim, you reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The wolf’s eyes slide shut, a pleased hum vibrating in his chest.

Then his instincts seem to kick back in. With a huff, Hunter flips you, his nails scratching across the soft skin of your tummy. Chest pressed to the ground, ass in the air, you whine brokenly as he pushes his length into your tight heat once again. You rock your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, mind melting into incoherency as he fucks against that shattered piece of heaven in your cunt. A second orgasm begins to build in your lower belly, and you desperately chase it, circling your clit once again. 

Hunter is getting close as well. His incessant growls are steadily becoming higher, more akin to whines than snarls. His claws dig into your flesh hard enough to break skin; tiny rivulets of blood slide down your front. You don’t care, just so long as he makes you cum again. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as your body winds tighter and tighter, orgasm threatening to pull you under at any moment. In your slick cunt, Hunter’s cock pulses, and seems to bulge. 

Then, without warning, he buries himself in you as deep as he can go. You cry out, body shuddering with pleasure as his cock—swelling and knotting—presses against your walls. You cum on his knot like that, squealing in delight, nerves obliterated and frayed as he cums with a howl. Knot pulsing, he paints your insides with ropes of hot cum that just don’t seem to stop. He fills you to the brim, and then some—you can feel his hot spend dripping down your thighs where it leaks out past his cock.

Slowly, Hunter begins to transform back into himself. His fingernails shrink, pulling the tips from your body. His fur dissolves into ash, and now against your back, his sweaty skin sticks to yours where he gasps for air. But his cock remains knotted in your cunt, both of you swollen and sensitive. 

You regain the ability to talk before he does. “H-Hunter. Hey. You okay?” 

He hums, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. 

“I need a verbal answer,” you say between pants. 

“I’m—fuck, I’m good.” He pushes himself off you with shaky arms. But he remains kneeling behind you, locked in your tight walls. “Did I hurt you?” 

“Not in any way that I didn’t like,” you say. “Honestly kind of forgot about the panic button. Not that I wanted to use it,” you hurry to add. “That was... I don’t even have the words. ‘Amazing’ doesn’t cut it.” 

He chuckles, and the vibrations make you both moan. Your pussy clenches weakly around him. With warm, human fingers, Hunter squeezes the flesh of your ass and rocks you gently back and forth. 

“Oh stars,” you breathe. “I can’t, Hunter, it’s too much—”

“You can,” he murmurs. His hands help you move, each gentle thrust loosening the knot still swollen inside you. “You can take it, mesh’la.” 

Keening, your hands scrabble for purchase. Fingers wrapping around his wrists where he holds you, you crane your neck to look back at him over your shoulder. His face is sweaty, hair plastered to his skin, and his lips are flushed and swollen. His eyes are half-lidded and still dark with lust. In a word, he looks debauched. When his gaze meets yours, he smirks.

“That’s it,” he encourages, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips. “Just like that.” 

You cum again, preening under his praise despite the way your aching body screams for rest. This orgasm is slow, bone-deep and debilitating in its power. But the extra gush of slick is enough to push Hunter out of you. You both groan at the sensation of separating. 

“Look at that,” Hunter murmurs. When you glance back again, his eyes are transfixed on your cunt. His cum, all of it, wells up and spills out of your spent pussy. Seemingly without realizing it, he gathers some of the sticky substance and pushes it back into your cunt with his thumb. 

You hiss. He withdraws his hands, then tugs you up onto your knees and cradles you to his chest. “You did so well, mesh’la.” 

“You, too, Hunter,” you mumble against his skin. For a long while, the pair of you remain there, wrapped in a comforting embrace, until you chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks. 

“Our clothes are ruined,” you say. “How are we supposed to go anywhere?” 

He laughs with you, despite not having an answer. That’s alright, you think, it’s an excuse to get him into one of those rooms downstairs....

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[spidercomics]

wc: 1.096k

contents: jake sully x f!avatar/na'vi!reader, established relationship, pregnant!reader, creampie, breeding kink, unprotected sex, riding, m/f ejaculation, (use of she/her prounons once or twice!).

a/n: seen jake with a deserved breeding kink but not much smut with an actual pregnant mate and it couldn't leave my head, it was so much fluffier than i intended to make it, might have to make an alternate version with more dirty shit 😭 i kinda like this one tho!

jake was in love with you, everyone knew this. but right now? he felt as if he just saw you for the first time again. you had him smitten, flustered, feral — everything that came with being absolutely enraptured by someone.

you looked peaceful, sitting beneath the tree of souls, queue connected with the bioluminescent tendrils that link you directly with eywa. he heard your prayers of gratitude, how you thanked eywa for the healthy, precious child growing within you.

his child, your child.

he was forever in debt to the deity for blessing him with a second chance of life. jake believed his life was over, taken from him so young when he was shot. he survived, but to what cost? he lost everything on earth, leaving for pandora was a way out of the miserable life back home. he thought he was to die on the new planet, hearing the most vicious stories. turns out, it was more military propaganda. he got a new home, all those dreams of flying came true.

he never believed he would find a woman to spend his life with, have kids with. and here he was, a man who'd lost his legs, still running towards his most sacred place. you.

his hands running over your waist, arms wrapping around the skin and bones that protected his firstborn. mo'at thought they were having a son, and jake had the most perfect visual of how a mini-you would look. precious.

he hadn't startled you, his presence was always in the back of your head, you had felt him searching you down.

his hands were enveloping your body, holding you pressed against him for absolutely intimacy. the hormones during your pregnancy had been horrible at the start, anger and sadness was hard to deal with so often. but now? it was pure lust, and even if jake found your pregnant stomach, something he helped cause, incredibly attractive — he was terrified of hurting you. even if your body was stronger than ever right now, he still looked at you as if you've never been more fragile.

his hands traveled around your body, the warmth of his palms lighting a fire in your body, desperate for his attention. desperate to be put out.

and he had caved in, a man could only do so much when his wife was pregnant, round with a product of his love, and begging for him to do something about the heat between her thighs.

his fingers were stroking your spine, your hands perched on his strong chest as you sat on top of him, going up and down on his dick so slow, he thought he was going to explode. the position allowed him to go so deep, reaching places inside of you that had you squirming.

the urge to grab your hips and hold you still, eagerly fucking up into you was too much for jake, but he had to be patient. he was too focused on your tits, that had grown bigger, his fingers tenderly flicking your overly sensitive nipples, body shuddering. your stomach had grown significantly over the past weeks, hands running over the skin, fingers tracing the stretch marks on the sides. your hips, that had grown wider, sat so perfectly on top of his own, so easy to handle you around with.

he loved your body, always.

his hands helped you move, moving between your hips, ass and thighs, front and back — up and down. it was so slow, so deep, that he almost let out a hiss when you bounced up, his dick almost slipping out, tip right in your slit when you clenched around him. the night air was making everything so real, every drop of sweat felt cold. the warmth of your skin, your cunt, the only source of heat.

he was addicted, how did he think he could go months without this?

even as you layed down on him, chest against his own, hips dragging front and back, his dick pushing in and out, he was teased everytime you let him slip out to rub against you instead, catching your clit in the process. he pushed inside again, slowly hitting the spot that made you whimper and quiver.

his dick bottomed out, filling you to the brim, just like that fateful night where you'd ended up pregnant with his child. he'd fill you up again, breeding you as much as he had to to keep having you like this. raw, bare and open to him. it wasn't like anything else he'd ever experience.

"so good sweet girl," he would hold you so close, kisses peppering your forehead that was covered in a sheen of sweat, "so good, gonna fill you up again, keep you round and full for me forever, hmm?"

"please, jake, wanna feel you," he knew what you meant now, grabbing your braid, watching the protected tendrils connect with each other. you were so close, he could feel it now, the pressure building inside so tight. he felt every beat of your heart, of his heart, of his sons heart.

he felt your pain, the soreness of carrying a life around. he felt the pain of the pending orgasm, teetering on the edge, dancing around the sighs of relief that would come if the coil snapped.

"you're so good baby," his fingers traced over your spine again, "want me to take over?" he received a small hum, taking your hips into his big hands, he did what he wanted all this time, holding you still, his hips fucking up into your own, the familiar sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the area surrounded by trees. he felt himself so deep, he felt the hits of his dick tapping against your cervix, the pleasure you felt when he hit the spongy spot, making your vision blurry, ears blocking out all noise around you.

weeks without a release, you'd never been more happy when euphoria hit you, head in jake's neck, the scent of him bringing more pleasure than it should. jake felt your tight walls around him, sucking him in further as his own release came shortly after, small groans of ecstasy leaving his lips. this was so much better than getting off on his own, feeling his beautiful wife instead of imagining you. it could never compare.

he'd fill you up everyday if he'd have you forever, showing everybody you're his. he was so grateful for you, for his child, for his home. this was merely a dream a year ago.

now it was his reality.

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[kisses4kaia]

plz write charlie having a wet dream and you wake up to him humping you, you help him out

love this ! also plz don't req things twice, i promise i will get it done! i simply write what i love and what i'm feeling at that given moment . mwah ily 💋 also this is way fluffier than i intended but its vvv cute😊

counting sheep🎀- c, walker ,,

there are many things in your life that you adore, but very few that you love, you truly love. the list is short, but at the top of it is sleep, you love your sleep.

however, your boyfriend is beginning to tie with it. so, what happens when the two collide?

you woke up from your precious slumber to a new pressure against your butt.

you slept in a small tank top and soft shorts, in the arms of your boyfriend, charlie.

you try to wriggle out of his strong arms, but your efforts are fruitless. little moans and soft whimpers escaped his lips as you try to alert charlie of his ministrations. "char, wake up. wake up, baby." you shook the sleeping boy.

he awoke, as expected. "hm? what's up baby?" his 'morning' voice sounded. it was late in the night, the digital clock on the nightstand glowing 02 : 22 in a neon green.

"uh... you were grinding... against me?" you informed him as you sat up, however, your tone was more questioning. his eyes widened.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. holy shit, this is embarrassing..." he shut his eyes tightly and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. you let out a soft giggle.

"it's alright, love. you, uh, need some help?" your hand waved down to his crotch, where a highly obvious tent was pitched. he looked down and chuckled. "would you be so kind?" he joked.

you shook your head and scoffed in faux disbelief. "i mean, if you insist,"

and that's how you ended up in the position you're in now, underneath your boyfriend, legs wrapped around him, and moans falling from your lips like invocations.

"i-i love you, i love you so much," charlie whispered in your ear as he reached closer to his release. you smiled with your eyes shut. "yeah, i'd h-hope so," you teased before flipping him over onto his back.

this new position gave you more control and hit you deeper. your orgasm suddenly approached and hit you like a train.

his arrived at the same time as you rode out both orgasms.

once your mind unclouded, you flopped down next to him. "thank you, y/n. i love you," charlie turned his head to look at you. "i love you, too." you smiled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"now, can i go back to counting sheep?" you joked, turning around and lulling yourself right back to slumber.

tags; @themostintellectualblonde @dreamtofus @wannabe-indie-sleaze @insanelycrazyanddelusional

[soadawritesstuff]

Video games

Pairing: best friend!touya todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with too much plot, fluff (?), Minors DNI, quirkless au, friends-to-lovers, unprotected sex, penetration, oral sex (fem. receiving), mild swearing, pet-names (doll, princess etc.), intoxication, alcohol consumption, reader isn't referred to by name, reader has female genetalia, probably some grammar mistakes

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a comfortable game-night with your best friend quickly took a drift as the drinking game Touya suggested leads to something way steamier

A/N: I don't know why and how this ended up this long but I had a bunch of fun with it. Also this turned out fluffier than intended, you're welcome lol. Of course all characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. The banner is from the Manga Dengeki Daisy.

You were excited for this weekend. Not that you weren't excited for every other weekend as well, but you have been looking forward to seeing your best friend since he texted you a long awaited: "Hey, I finally got this weekend off, wanna hang?"

You haven't seen Touya in MONTHS, both his job and your schedule occupied too much time for a proper meet-up. Every time you planned something, a random emergency prevented it from happening: a curse that seemed to haunt the both of you.

So Touya and you agreed to just have a slow day, veg on his couch and play video games. Maybe watch a Ghibli movie as well. Anything else was too stressfull and neither of you had the energy to do something more elaborate. Both of you organised snacks (which were, of course ,already carefully chosen over text) and you brought games from home in case Touya didn't already have them.

At exactly 7pm you stood in front of your best friend's apartment door, knocking your usual knock-pattern the two of you created when you were kids. His doorbell didn't work and he was too busy but also too lazy to fix it, he wouldn't even contact his landlord about it.

You heard mufffled curses shortly after you knocked followed by rushed shuffeling which you presumed was Touya's attempt of quickly cleaning up. A notorious procrastinator as usual. The door openes and in front of you appears a slightly messy looking Touya in black sweats and a white shirt. A wide grin spreads on both of your faces as he steps forward to hug you.

His hugs were the bomb, you always felt so safe and warm whenever you hugged him. His cologne sneaks it's way up your nose as your face is comfortably smooshed against Touya's chest, a boyish chuckle escaping from the man that you call your best friend.

"I missed ya, you clown", his big hands ruffle your hair making you squeal as you shimmey out of his hug, your hands trying to fix what he so shamelessly destroyed.

"My haiiir, Touya you ASS"

"What, doesn't matter anyways, it's just me", a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes, "Or did you pretty yorself up just for me?". Not even 5 minutes in and he already got an eyeroll out of you.

"In your dreams, dirtface"

And with that you waste no time and march right into is apartment. You just hear a "yeah yeah" behind you but you will not give into his bs just yet.

You toss your sneakers next to the entrance and flop down on his comfy couch. So many mario kart sessions were held on that couch. Glorious victories and devastating losses.

"So, what are we playin'?", you hear Touya shifting around in the kitchen that is connected to the living-space.

"Mario Kart and whatever I have laying around", he carries the chips bag he just got over to the couch, already snatching one from the bag before you even got the chance to grab some.

A grin spreads on your face.

"Oh I will so kick your ass"

"big words for a loser"

"You are dead meat Tou"

And with that the two of you busy yourselves with cussing each other out and laughing, both of you blue-shelling the other countless times. Touya's winning tactic consits of trying to block your range of motion so dealing with him taking over all your couch-space made it hard for you to get a win.

After two hours both of you got bored, you played every track a billion times.

"I wish there was a new game-mode or something" you sat criss-cross on Touya's couch, head resting on his shoulder as he puts his controller to the side.

"How about we turn this into a drinking game?", you turn your head too look at him. He just smirks. The suggestion lingers in your mind for a few seconds.

"And how exactly would that work?"

"Hold on"

Touya swiftly makes his way to the kitchen. You hear glasses clinking and the fridge being opened. Shortly after your best friend returns with two shot glasses and a bottle of Vodka.

"Woahh, I haven't had a sip of alcohol in a year, ain't that a bit much?"

"Oh relax, you're gonna be fiiine", Touya puts the two shot glasses down in front of you on the couch-table.

"It's simple. We play rainbow road. Whenever someone falls down the track, they take a shot. First one to finish the race wins. Easy enough, right?"

"..I don't know Touya"

"You're just scared you're gonna lose", that mischievous look returns on his face.

"Am not!"

"Oh? What was that?", Touya begins to make chicken noises "I think I just heard a chicken"

"Stop it Touya!"

"There it was again, chicken." You try to swat him, unsuccessfully. "What's wrong chicken? You scared that you're gonna lose?Hm? HM?!"

"FINE", there was no way getting out of this one. Once Touya has an idea you basically already lost. It's not like you want to be a killjoy or boring, you just weren't sure what would happen if both of you were highly drunk. You weren't sure nothing would happen. And you didn't know what would happen to your friendship. Touya and you were always playfully flirty around each other and you would be lying if you said you didn't wish you were more than best friends sometimes.

But you couldn't lose your oldest and strongest friendship in your life. Everything was way too risky for your liking. But Touya's pain-in-the-assery left you no other choice.

You forgot all about your previous worries as soon as you started playing.

The first few rounds weren't too bad, you only fell off the evil rainbow-track a couple of times and even won one race. But with every round it got significantly harder, with every shot the track got even more evil. Touya fell off a good amount of times as well, but he seemed to be holding up much better than you.

.

You were laughing histerically as Touya fell off the track shortly before the finish line, allowing the Luigi NPC to win instead of him. Both of you lost count of how many shots you drank and how many rounds you actually played.

"Tou I am exhaustedddd"

"Jus' one more doll", Touya had swung his arm around you some time before this round but you honestly didn't remember when.

"Nah Tou, I can't anymoreee", Touya leans close tou your ear, squeezing you closer to him.

"Please doll, I promise 's the last one" his tired and gravelly voice slurred against the shell of your ear.

"I can't hold my 'ontroller right, I'll die if I fall off one more time"

"Y'don't have to play alone, w'can play together, see", he grabs your waist and shifts you between his criss-crossed legs, your back hitting his torso.

"Ya don't need to drink, I jus wanna play one last round", He loops his arms around your waist, putting his chin on top of your head and pulling you closer.

"Here, we'll play with my controller"

Touya pushes his controller into your hands, placing his on top of yours while his head still sat on top of yours.

He was so painfully close, your face turning hotter and hotter the longer you played. Him guiding your hands lazily while watching the track had something oddly comforting as well as feeling his heartbeat pressed against your back. Everything was just so warm and fuzzy, you didn't even notice the growing hard-on in your best friend's sweatpants.

It was only after you made the finish line that you felt a certain something poking your lower back. Holy crap.

"Touya.."

"Mmm?"

"I can feel you.."

Silence. He probably didn't immediately catch what you even meant.

"I mean your dick"

Oh.

His body shifts slightly, you can feel it even more now. Touya grabs your waist again, electricity rushing through your veins.

"Sorry doll, 's just what happens when your body is that close", his voice is just above a whisper by now. Touya's hot breath trickles your neck, all your hair stands on end.

"I just don't really know what to do" your voice left the chat long ago. You can't bring yourself to speak up, even now your words come out shaky.

"Do you want to do something?" Touya starts to nibble just behind your ear, freeing a whimper from your lips.

"Tou~..."

"If you wanna stop, y'gotta tell me now. Because I won't.."

You can't even think straight. Everything turned foggy and you don't know if it's Touya or the alcohol.

"I...don't want to stop"

"Good", his voice is barely audible yet so dominant.

Touya proceeds to place a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping at the base to leave a nasty hickey along the way. Your hands find his hair as Touya slowly starts to peel off the layers of your outfit, one-by-one. You turn around to face him, all of your garments on the floor except for your underwear.

The look in his eyes is swarmed with lust and something unreadable, that face of his is so incredibly close but something keeps you from connecting your lips to his. He places a hand onto the small of your back and lays you back-down onto the couch. Something about him hovering above you gives you the worst case of butterflies in your stomach, excitement and arousal bubbles up and spreads across your entire body.

Sitting on his knees, staring down at your exposed body, the white haired man pulls his shirt above his head, revealing just the silver chain around his neck and a trail of white pubic hair down his abdomen. He tosses the shirt aside and leans down, him now nestled between your legs and caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

"You don't know what you do to me, doll", you just hear the jingle of his necklace as he leans down, engulfed by him and his smell. The tension is intoxicating, his forehead on yours, heavy breathing. The heat radiating off of both your bodies.

"I wanted this for so long", you swallow, your tounge feels endlessly heavy. "Please..", you can only mouth that word.

His lips brush against yours, breath hitching. You need to dive deeper into him. You grab his head and let your lips crash together, both of you finally fusing into one. It's so strong, his lips taking control as he devours you with one passionate kiss. Your head spins. You've always imagined this moment yet it was never as intense as it really is.

You feel Touya's hands wander down your body, grazing your sides and gliding to your hips, where he slowly slides his fingers underneath your panties. Goosebumps follow everywhere he touches. Still mid-kiss, your panties are slid down and tossed across the room, followed by your bra. He finally breaks the kiss only to slide down your body and plant himself between you legs, eyes looking up and finding yours. The boyish grin on his face sends a shockwave through your body.

You are too dazed to react in any sort of way, glossy eyes just pleading for him to eat you out. His hungry gaze fuels the fire in your lower abdomen, causing heat to pool between your thighs. Touya dips down, carefully placing kisses and licks to your inner thighs and outer folds, diving deeper and deeper. The man has you squeaking and yelping in no-time.

You always knew he got around plenty yet it never hit you until now, his experience clearly showing as he licks every little crevice and circles your clit expertly. Your legs are shaking violently, somehow you're gonna crush his head between your thighs with your orgasm oh so close. Closer and closer until it suddenly rips through you, hands buried in his white hair as your whole body tenses up and then collapses right in front of the man that makes your world crash down. It's like a supernova exploded right inside your mind, everything goes blank. Nothing but euphoria.

You've never experienced a climax that overwhelming before, you can't stop shaking while tears roll down your eyes.

"Shhh, woah, it's ok, it's ok" Touya's voice calms you as he brushes your tears away with his thumb.

"Are you alright? We can stop if you need a break", you slowly calm down from your high and take his hand to press a kiss against his palm.

"I'm good Tou, just...need a second" you try to supress the sniffles while you wait for your nervous system to rebuild itself again. A few seconds pass by when you finally collect yourself.

"wanna keep going", you smile softly.

"As you say, princess".

With a quick peck to the cheek and a squeeze to your thigh, Touya sits up to slide his dark sweats and boxers down. His length is impressive yet not monstrous. The nice curvy shaft and pretty pink tip make your mouth water, you didn't know a dick can be this pretty.

Your awestruck gaze makes Touya chuckle as he pumps himself a couple of times before positioning himself between your legs again.

"One last chance to stop"

You place your hand on the side of his face as he leans forward. "I want this Touya, please", and with a passionate kiss your once-best-friend slowly slides into your messy folds, stretching you out so deliciously you could've cum just from that.

After some adjusting, the both of you start to settle for a slow but balls-deep rythm, moaning into each other with hands and lips everywhere. After some shifting and re-positioning Touya eventually finds that one special spot that makes you scream his name like a damn prayer, hitting it over and over again.

You clamp down, the sensation too much when he reaches down to fondle your clit. After a few more thrusts you collapse again, this orgasm even stronger than the first one. Your eyes meet Touya's as he fucks you through your orgasm, dick twitching and gaze clouded with so many emotions at once. "Fuck, princess you squeeze...so..hard", with that he fills you up to the brim, cum shooting into your still convulsing walls. You remain like this for a couple of minutes to come down from both your earth-shattering orgasms.

Touya just collapses on top of you, still inside you but too tired to do anything about it. He hugs you tightly.

"You are..so amazing doll"

You are both still slightly out of breath as you fall into a deep sleep with you in Touya's arms. You forgot to turn off the Tv, the dim light shining on both of your intertwined bodies.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Inconveniences

Warnings: Smut, periods, reader is a bit self conscious about periods and period sex, please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 1K

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: I was in the mood for period smut and accidentally made it fluffier than I intended to but that’s okay. There may be some errors because I have not read over it yet but I will when I have more time.

Tags: @greg-montgomery

This post is nsfw minors DNI*

"Wait Aaron.  No we have to stop." Aaron was on top of you and starting to pull your shirt off before you stopped him.  "Is everything okay?" He looks at you slightly concerned.  He's searching your face for something.  "Everything's fine I just- I can't-" you let out a sigh.  "We just can't have sex right now is all." He sits back.  "Honey if you don't want to have sex it's fine.  We don't need to do anything." "It's not that I don't want to, because believe me I want to, I'm just I'm I just-" you trail off and look away.  Clearly embarrassed about something.  

He puts the pieces together now.  "You want to but you're on your period aren't you?" His voice is soft and he tilts his head to the side a little.  You give him a shy nod.  "I'm sorry Aaron.  I didn't mean to mislead you or anything.  I just forgot about it until you went to take my shirt off and I guess I just panicked a little." You stare at your hands as you fiddle with your fingers.  "You don't need to apologise.  We can just cuddle and watch TV if you want."  He's being so kind and understanding which you're not used to.  This happened once before with someone else and they were completely disgusted and annoyed because they thought they were going to have a good time.  

He moves to lay down beside you and face you.  He can tell you're embarrassed.  But he can also see that there's something else going on in your head.  "There's something else bothering you isn't there?" He brings his hand up to brush a strand of hair away from your face before smoothing his thumb over your cheek.  You sigh again and look over at him.  "You're just being so nice about it and I feel bad because I gave you the impression that you would get to have some fun tonight.  And now you're probably disgusted with me." You continued to fiddle with your fingers.  It's his turn to sigh now.  "Sweetheart why would I be disgusted by you because you're on your period?  It's completely natural.  And I see much more blood in my job on a regular basis.  Your cycle doesn't bother me.  You do know that I keep hygiene products here for you in my bathroom right?" 

This surprises you because no you didn't know about that.  He never mentioned it before.  You furrow your brows at him.  "You do?  Since when?" "Since you started spending the night from time to time about four months ago.  I figured you might need some at some point." He's so considerate you're practically looking at him with heart eyes because he's so sweet.  "I promise it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all."

That makes you think.  You look down and see he's still about half hard in his sweats.  "It's not a turn off for you?" "Not in the slightest.  Is it for you?"  "Well no.  But I thought you wouldn't want to do anything once you knew.  Someone else said they thought it was gross and didn't want to after I told them." You looked back down still a bit embarrassed about that encounter even if it was years ago.  "If you're open to it I'd love to make you feel good Sweetheart." He moves his hand to rub up and down your side.  "But I don't want get any on you." You move your gaze back to his.  

He looks away momentarily as he thinks.  "I think we can work around that.  I wouldn't mind it but if you're not comfortable with that we can try something different."  "Like what?"  He smiles and moves back on top of you.  "Tell me if you want to stop at any point okay?" You nod.  He kisses you deeply and you move your hands to tangle in his hair.  He moves his to gently grope your breasts.  He figures they might be extra sensitive so he's careful with his movements on them.  "Can I take this off?" He questions as he grabs the hem of your shirt.  You nod again and he pulls it over your head.  

He starts kissing your neck.  Slowly moving down to your chest and he wraps his lips around one of your nipples making you suck in a breath.  He's trying to get you worked up again.  And he's doing it very well.  He does the same to your other nipple and once he thinks you've had enough he moves back up to kiss your lips again.

He starts rocking his hips into yours.  His clothed cock pressing right against your clothed pussy.  You gasp at the sudden movement and bring your legs around his torso.  He starts grinding harder against you.  You're moaning into his mouth and he's swallowing each one.  You try your best to move your hips with his and he buries his face in your neck to nip and suck there as he groans.  

"Is this okay baby?" He mumbles against your skin.  "Yes.  Yes Aaron it's good.  It feels good.  Can you go faster please?" He obliges and you're moaning louder than before.  Your back arching off the mattress.  "Aaron please.  Please please." Moving against you even harder and faster you quickly come undone shortly followed by Aaron's hips stuttering as he groans loudly into your ear.  

Aaron kisses you again.  It's slow and messy.  Tongues moving together and saliva mixing.  You both pull away panting and he presses his forehead to yours as the two of you come down and catch your breath.  

"Was that a good compromise?" He asks still a bit breathless.  "Yes it was a very good one." He gives a small chuckle and kisses your forehead.  "Please don't be embarrassed about anything Honey.  Especially not this.  Not with me.  Let's get cleaned up and then we can snuggle yeah?" He's running the back of a finger over your cheek again.  It's a comforting touch and he knows you love it because you always lean into it.  "Yeah." You smile at him and he helps you to the bathroom.  

Once you're both back in bed and snuggled up he turns the lights off and the TV on.  Soon enough you've both drifted off in peaceful sleep completely wrapped up in each other.  

[thanksforthelaughs-inactive]

We Saved Each Other: Chapter 2 (Legolas x Reader Short Story)

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Summary: Legolas and Reader have been sharing her chambers while she recovers from her trauma. The prince ensures she is well looked after as he personally sees to her full recovery. It was during this time when they both realise that their love has become something deeper and they decide to show each other the depths of this love with physical touches.

FLUFF, FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF.

Seriously, it doesn't get much fluffier than this. And it will continue in the third and final chapter. Get ready, it's going to be fluff dialled up to 1000.

Enjoy!

Note: Yes this was intended to be a one shot, that was turned into 2 chapters which is now 3... Im sorry! This story just kept growing and growing and I couldn't stop my hands from typing the words which poured from my mind. I hope the content of the story makes up for the length. I swear chapter 3 is the final one and the whole reason why this story exists in the first place xx

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: head trauma, angst, smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff. Oh and a bit of fluff... on top of fluff.

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Weeks had very quickly turned into two months and you were enjoying the company of your temporary roommate very much. Your beloved, the prince of Mirkwood had made it his personal mission to see you back to full health. Legolas ensured the level of his care was of the highest quality as he did not want you to ever feel alone or bored while you were spending most of your time within your chambers, allowing your body the time it needed to heal properly. The prince brought with him a variety of activities that he knew you enjoyed; painting being the most common one. He loved it when he could get a visual on what you saw in your mind which he thought was brilliant from the conversations you shared.

The past two months saw you reach your full strength once more and both you and Legolas had become closer than ever. You had only been a couple for the better part of three years, not long by elven standards, and were still learning all there was to know about each other. Physically, you and the prince had not moved past innocent kissing and embracing one another with the occasional playful touch here and there. It was expected that elves remained intimately untouched until they were joined by the Valar in marriage. When their souls would join to become one for all eternity. As Legolas had shared your chambers for the past eight weeks, he still slept within his own bed which he had requested be made in a different room as he knew of the important elven custom. He feared his strong resolve would break should he find himself resting next to you at any point so he took away temptation at the source.

It did not help when you would ask him to sit with you on your bed so you could either read together or just get lost in each others conversations. The two of you could talk and talk for hours and at times, the sun would rise before you both realised how long you had been engaged in the tales of the other. Yes, the connection between you and the prince had strengthened and while you both were loath to admit it, you had physically made a full recovery. Legolas' presence was no longer needed and this was not lost on the King who brought it to his son's attention. He made it clear that by the end of the current week, your beloved Legolas must return to his own chambers and your temporary living arrangements must come to an end. The prince had yet to relay this information to you out of fear of losing the connection with you which he had come to cherish. It was the evening and you both had returned from supper in the hall but something wasn't right. Legolas' energy which you had come to know as well as your own was off and it troubled you.

You opened the door to yours and Legolas' chambers and walked through it, falling onto the bed and wanting to curl up like a cat after eating a full meal. You were feeling the best you had since waking up from your coma and your relationship with the prince was flourishing. So why couldn't you shake this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Noticing that Legolas chose to sit on the sofa next to the fire, you sat up and began to speak, "My love? Come to me, tell me what troubles you." Legolas felt his own stomach drop but he answered your request by moving to sit next to you on the bed. Looking at your hands, he gathered them both within his own and just stared at them, not knowing how to begin speaking his mind. "Legolas, you're scaring me." you said as you tried looking into his eyes which he averted. Taking a deep, long breath, the prince looked up at you and tried to give you a small smile, but you did not believe it. Whispering now, you spoke once more, "Talk to me, my love. Please".

The nervous prince finally opened his mouth to speak, "My father, he has noticed your excellent recovery and has commanded I return back to my own chambers." Within your heart, you knew this day was coming but it didn't make it any easier. You had loved living with your soulmate, it was the most natural feeling in the world to you. How empty your chambers would be now with him gone. "When?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to stay your emotions which threatened to come forth. The prince heard the slight tremble in your voice and squeezed your hands, "The end of the week" he answered. His response echoed through your head as you realised that that only left you two more days to spend together like this. Your heart was breaking but you understood. The King had given you and Legolas a gift by even allowing his son to share your quarters to see to your recovery, knowing that you were both romantically involved. He also knew the prince held himself to the highest elven customs and that Legolas would not seek to share a bed with you during his stay while he was not wed. He trusted his son implicitly.

You did not know what to say so you allowed your heart to take over. You placed your forehead against Legolas' and spoke from your soul, "I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me, my love. I have cherished every single moment we have shared and feel as though our love has developed into something much more profound than either of us intended. I will miss your constant company immensely". Legolas swallowed hard at your words as they were thoughts and feelings he too shared. He gently kissed your forehead before bringing your head down to rest on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, holding you tight. "There is nothing to thank. As you saved me from an act of love, I would see you well and strong again with the love I have for you. And I do, y/n. The love I have for you is immeasurable and I feel it has only deepened over the last two months. I have..." he stopped speaking to take a breath and you heard his heart racing in his chest. You moved your head to look into his eyes as you sensed his hesitation but said nothing, hoping he'd continue. Legolas saw the question in your eyes and brought his hand up to delicately caress the side of your face. "I have fallen in love with you, y/n. Deeply and utterly in love. The thought of you not being the first person I see with each new day is tearing me up. You are apart of me in every single way... except one"

Legolas and yourself had told each other that you loved one another and shown that love through physical touches but this was something else entirely. The prince was baring his very soul to you and you felt as though your heart would explode. "Legolas... I..." you trailed off trying to unscramble the words that were flying through your mind. What the prince had just confessed to you had you feeling both full with unconditional love and empty at the thought of no longer seeing him in such close proximity as you had become accustomed to. Bringing his free hand up to rest on your other cheek, his eyes encouraged you to continue your thought. He needed to hear what he felt you were going to say. Needed it like he needed the sun to energise his very being, "My y/n, please continue. I need to hear it, whatever it is you were going to say. Whether it be uplifting or a harsh truth, I need it. Please." You swallowed hard, finding the courage to speak as openly and honestly as he had done, "Legolas... I have also fallen so deeply in love with you. The love I had for you before was a surface level love compared to what I feel now. My very soul is weeping at the knowledge that we will no longer spend each night within the same quarters together. That you wont be there to speak sweet nothings with until the sun rises and we both laugh until our stomachs ache."

As the words left your lips, Legolas felt his heart lurching within his chest almost as if it was trying to force him to take you within his embrace and hold you until you both become one. However, he stayed himself as he didn't feel he was strong enough to stop himself from going too far and potentially ruining what he shared with you. "My y/n. My beautiful, girl. What have you done to me?" Legolas whispered as he stared into your glistening eyes, seeing the stars within them. You smiled at him and gently responded, "I took you within my heart and cherished you as you did for me." Your carefully chosen words were the prince's undoing and he gasped before taking your lips and gently pressing his own onto them. The heat coming from both of you was intense, much more intense than anything either of you had felt previously. This was not a kiss that just two elves who fancied each other shared. This kiss was one of connection and intimacy. A kiss so powerful that the love you both had for one another poured from one set of lips and into the others, the world stopping around you.

Something had changed in the relationship and you both knew it. Legolas slowly pulled away to look into your eyes, seeing in them exactly what he was feeling and when he saw no sign of hesitation or uncertainty, he brought his lips back to yours for a more heated kiss. This kiss was pure passion and it made your body shudder in a way that lit up your centre. You felt Legolas' lips part slightly and were unsure if you should reciprocate the action having not shared anything more than a surface level kiss with him before now. You felt his lips gently take your bottom one and gently drew it in between them, running the tip of his tongue against it. You let out a small gasp but it was enough to stop Legolas' actions as he looked at you concerned he had made you uncomfortable. He pulled away slightly, panting along with you as you both tried to calm your rapidly beating hearts. Looking at you with concern, he spoke softly, "Is this... is this too much? I do not wish to make you uncomfortable." You shook your head and smiled slightly at him. The consideration he had for you just made you want to continue the moment even more. You felt completely safe with him and he knew it. Bringing the tip of your nose to the side of his and playfully nudging it, you tilted your head and placed your lips back onto his, hoping he would resume what he had started.

Not missing the obvious sign to continue his earlier advances, Legolas held your face within his hands a little tighter as he opened his mouth ever so slightly once more and began caressing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. After a few brief moments, you felt his tongue begin to press lightly between your top and bottom lips, asking for permission to enter your sweet tasting mouth. Understanding the unspoken request, you pushed aside your nerves that were filling up your entire being and slowly began to part your own lips. When Legolas felt your resistance falter, giving him permission to taste you more intimately than he had ever done before, he pushed his tongue sensually into your mouth and began caressing your own with his. Bringing one of his hands behind your head, he gently laced his fingers within the strands of your hair and pulled you in to deepen the kiss if that was even possible. The involuntary moan that escaped your throat vibrated into his very being and the sensation caused his eyes to roll back into his head. The taste of you combined with the vibrations of your moan, the prince was losing control and fast. He found the strength needed to pull away and quickly placed his forehead against yours as he panted rapidly, trying to control his breathing. Your own breaths matched his as you were also becoming lost in his unique taste and the feel of his hands on you.

"Did... did I do something wrong?" you breathed out. Legolas chuckled at your question and lightly shook his head, his eyes remaining closed as he held you face between his hands once more. "No, my love. You did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite, I assure you." Hearing his response, your opened your eyes as you heard his struggle come through his voice, "Then why did you stop?" Moving his head away, his eyes bored into yours and for the first time in your relationship you saw a distinct lack of colour within them as his pupils were dilated from the intensity of the moment you both just shared. It was almost animal-like and the image both scared and excited you, waking up something within you that hadn't yet made itself known in your lifetime. Legolas answered your question with complete honestly, "I stopped not for any other reason than knowing if I continued, then I would not be able to stay myself. I would become too lost within the moment and the urge to claim you fully would overtake all reason within my mind."

Hearing the prince admit to struggling to not completely claim you for his own this night exhilarated your senses and your breath hitched in your chest. The idea was one you had thought on often and you knew in your very soul that it was Legolas you desired to take your purity. The concept was exciting and terrifying but you knew more than anything that you wanted him to be your first. With your heart racing and showing no signs of settling, the words left your mouth before you even had a moment to contemplate them. "What if I wanted you to?" Legolas' eyes blew wide open at your question, not sure if he had heard you correctly. "What did you say?", the prince gasped as he dropped his hands from your face to rest on your hands. Taking a deep breath you repeated your earlier statement, "What if I wanted you to... claim me?" you asked again with a bit more clarity. Legolas was now certain he had heard you correctly the first time but he did not believe it. "You offer yourself to me completely? Your purity is a gift and you truly offer it to me?" He was shocked and in awe of what you were proposing and he would be a fool to deny that he had also thought of taking your body with his own many times. Watching you intently, he waited for your answer. Hardly being able to look him in the eye, you nodded your head and quietly said, "I do, I am offering you the entirety of me. Body and soul. Legolas, I want you to be my first and my last."

The prince felt his heart skip many beats as he took in the enormity of the moment. How long he had wanted to touch you in every way imaginable and show you the extent of his love that was more than just simple affectionate gestures. He had dreamed of how you would feel under him, around him, inviting him in and enveloping him completely. The thought alone made his member twitch within his breaches and he had to lightly bite the inside of his mouth to bring him out of his head and back into the present. You watched his response to your request carefully, hoping he would not reject you. "My y/n... what you are asking of me is nothing I have not longed for myself. Valar knows how much I want you in every conceivable way. There is just one little problem... we are not a married pair and it is looked down upon to perform the act of ultimate love before our hearts are joined in marriage." You let out a sigh, feeling a little defeated and disappointed but you also knew to some extent that being intimate with your beloved tonight would not be possible. Still, you had hoped. Sensing your disappointment, Legolas took your hands within his and kissed them repeatedly. He did not want you to think for a second that he did not desire you and his own resolve was faltering as unspoken thoughts were racing through his mind.

He stopped caressing your hands with his lips and looked up at you. Gazing deeply into his eyes, you saw a small flicker of a thought. "May I ask you a question, y/n?" you nodded your head and smiled at him. "Have you thought of us being... betrothed?" The question had both your heart skipping and stomach falling. Of course you had, you just didn't speak of it. With your voice trembling, you responded, "Y... yes, I have. It is an idea I have thought of fondly. Have you?" Legolas smiled at you, almost beaming and nodded his head, "I have. I cannot imagine my life with any other than you. I knew you were my one the moment my heart found you all those years ago. When I first looked upon you, it was like I was seeing light for the first time. The colours surrounding me seemed more vibrant, richer. My life had purpose." Your eyes widened with his words as all he was expressing were emotions you had also known. You watched him move to stand and felt the loss of his closeness within your soul. Watching him move across the room and disappear into his temporary sleeping quarters within your chambers, your mind was reeling, wondering what he was up to. You needn't wonder too long as he reappeared just a soon and stood before you, holding a small circular piece of exquisite jewellery within his fingers. Looking upon the ring, you thought you felt your heart stop along with your breathing as the room around you seemed to spin uncontrollably. You looked from the ring up to your beloved's face and saw warmth and love radiating from his features. "Legolas..."

He stopped you from finishing your thought by gently placing his index finger against your lips and then moving the palm of his hand under your chin, cupping your face. He whispered, "Wait, my love. I need to say something first." You stayed your words as you gave him your full attention, sensing that what he was about to say was of the upmost importance. Opening his mouth, Legolas closed his eyes briefly before looking back at your waiting face and began, "I acquired this when you were sleeping" he took a deep shuddering breath as the memory of you in your coma came to the forefront of his mind. "When I thought I was losing you... when I was made to believe that you would never wake up, I couldn't accept it. You were stronger than that and I felt the life that we were yet to share together dwelling within my heart. I knew then, when I almost lost you, that should you ever wake up that I was not going to let you go again. So I approached my father to inform him of my intentions of asking you to marry me. He gave me his blessing and with it, this ring. It was my mother's." The gasp that escaped your lips at learning that not only the King had given the union his blessing but also imparted the ring he gave his late wife to his son to gift to you, it was all too much and tears began forming in your eyes. Still, you said nothing, allowing Legolas this moment to speak all he needed to.

After allowing you a brief moment to take in what he had just said, you saw the prince move down to one knee in front of you as you sat on the edge of your bed, eyes wide and mouth open, waiting for him to ask the only question you were ever going to be able to answer with complete certainty. Eyes never leaving yours, Legolas extended his hand which held his mother's ring out in front of him and your eyes were immediately drawn to it. It was absolutely exquisite. A design of pure silver as it resembled branches of trees intertwining with each other and a magnificent jewel of pure starlight placed in the centre of it. "Y/n..." Legolas whispered, "My y/n, I kneel before you not as a prince but as an ellon who is deeply in love. I wish to see you smile for the rest of my days and want only for you to know of happiness and unconditional love and support. I want to be the one to bring you constant merriment as I vow to share my life with you. To share myself completely with you, mind, body and heart, forever. Will you allow our souls to be joined and become my beautiful wife?"

The tears were streaming down your face and a sob which you were trying to hold back escaped your chest. Legolas raised his spare hand to wipe away your tears as he smiled gently up at you. You took a deep, shuddering breath and gave him an answer, "My love, my Legolas, of course I will be your wife. It's all I've ever wanted." The prince's heart practically leapt out of his chest as he was now also contending with tears which were streaming down his face. Bringing a shaking hand down to gather your left one within his, he brought his other hand which was holding the ring and placed it upon your wedding finger. Sliding it on with great care and beaming at how it looked upon your elegant finger, Legolas brought his face up to yours and kissed you deeply. You felt him smiling through the kiss and you couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face either. "My gorgeous future bride, I love you so much" Legolas whispered as he gently placed his lips on yours once more. "As I love you, my future husband" you responded. The words feeling so surreal, it was going to take you a little while to get used to them.

This kiss lasted many precious minutes and the power of the moment you both shared was drawing you closer to each other than you ever had been before. While deep in the kiss, Legolas' mind swirled through the words you spoke earlier //"What if I wanted you to... claim me?"//, //"I am offering you the entirety of me", //"I want you to be my first and my last"//. The words that flew through his head in addition to the feel of your lips crushing against his and the heat radiating from your body was breaking down the last of his defences. The prince was justifying what he truly desired by telling himself you were pledged to each other, it was just as good as being wed, right? And then there it was once again, that moan of yours which sent shockwaves down through his entire body and stopping directly in his stomach... he was gone. He intensified the kiss by bringing both his hands around your body; one resting within the stands of your hair as before and the other winding around your back to pull you in impossibly close to his body. You let out a little squeal as you felt him attempt to practically consume you and he broke the kiss to look upon you, both of you panting as he did.

"My love, we don't have to do anything tonight if you do not wish it." he softly spoke to you. Shaking your head slightly, you spoke your own desires, "No, it was just unexpected. It felt... rather nice. Being that close to you." Legolas watched you intently as you chose your words, bringing his hands down to rest on either side of your waist, "There is something else though, isn't there?" he asked as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and placing it behind your pointed ear. The sensation of just that movement alone made you jump slightly and had your eyes closing. You felt the prince chuckle as he kissed the tip of your nose, "Apologies, my love. That was an accident". Allowing a smile to creep onto your face, you looked up at him as his eyes spoke of nothing else but love and desire. "Please do not apologise. It seems I enjoy the sensation." As you had not been intimate with the prince before, you were both about to enter brand new territory and learn what made the other come alive, but you hesitated and this was not lost your future husband. "Then what has you troubled? I can feel it, my love." You looked at the prince and answered honestly, "It's as you said earlier... we are not yet married" you responded as you looked down at your new ring. "I would not have you shamed for not being able to control your urges, nor I the same, even though my desire for you to have me completely is pulsing through me with every heartbeat."

Your words had once again levelled the prince and he had to fight back his yearning for you, even momentarily. "My love, look at me." he asked as he brought his finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his. With his other hand he gently held yours which carried the ring and lifted it up between you both, fingering the piece of delicate jewellery as he spoke. "This is a promise, y/n. A promise to share everything I am with you for all eternity. That includes me... my body. I almost lost you mere weeks ago, who knows what may happen between now and when we take our vows. As long as your heart is true and your promise to vow yourself to me in the same way is real, I do not see this to be any different than if we were actually married." The words turned your breathing rapid as you realised what Legolas was trying to suggest. Could tonight be the moment where you became one with the ellon you loved above all else? Noting the response in your body but not hearing any words, the prince continued, "Y/N, if you will have me, I would show you how loved one can feel this night. I would make you feel whole, complete with my touches and have my body worship yours the way it should be worshipped." You swallowed hard as you tried to calm the nerves coursing through your body as you began to tremble.

The feeling of your form shaking slightly within his grasp had Legolas concerned that he had pushed too far and took your hands in his before speaking again, "My love, if this is too much too soon, please speak freely. I would only wish to have you fully once you were completely ready for me." Finally, you found what little courage you had to express what you were feeling, "My love, I want you this night. I want you to claim me as yours forever... it's just..." you paused, taking a breath. Legolas looked into your eyes, trying to calm you down and reassure you with his blue orbs. "It's just?" he asked hesitantly. Taking another breath you continued, "It's just, are you sure you want to do this before we take our vows?" Smiling down at you, the prince brought your ringed hand up to his lips and placed a soft yet firm kiss upon it. "I am sure, my love." That was it, those final words were all you needed to hear and you felt all defences crumble. You nodded your head and Legolas brought your lips upon his own again for the fourth time this night. One of his arms came around your waist as he placed the other flat in the middle of your back and he gently lifted you up, sitting you down on his lap with your legs on either side of his own. You felt it, for the first time, you felt his hardened member pushing against your clothed centre and you gasped while he let out a soft groan from the contact.

Breaking the kiss he looked up at you and you were magnificent on top of him, even fully clothed. He was taken aback by your beauty and the fact that you were offering yourself completely to him. Bringing the back of one of his hands up to gently stroke your face, you heard him begin to speak, "My love, my y/n. Look at me" You looked down into his stunning eyes and felt overwhelming emotions of love and safety within them. He whispered, "I ask you for the final time... are you sure you want to do this?" You had never been so sure about anything before in your entire life and you nodded, never breaking eye contact. Legolas nodded in response, "Then I shall have you this night, my love. I cannot promise it won't be uncomfortable at first but what I can promise is that you're in control. If you need me to stop at any point, you tell me straight away. Do not endure what is not pleasurable for my sake. Tonight is all about you." Your heart fluttered as your body shuddered with his words and you knew you were safe. Whatever it was your body was about to feel, pleasurable or not, you knew you were safe with this ellon. You whispered your consent, "I give myself to you completely, Legolas." And with that, the prince slowly picked you up and gently placed your body on the bed beneath him as he moved over you and kissed you deeper than he had previously done this night.

[sarahsmi13s]

hey vinny! wanna write bob + "you're more than. a one night stand"? 👀👀

um of course i do!!! ❤❤

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x bartender!reader warning: elusions to sex, insecurities and self doubt, admittedly a little fluffier than intended word count: ~1.6k prompt: "you're more than a one night stand"

The one thing you didn’t expect when you woke up were the arms wrapped around your naked waist. But in your groggy state you didn’t panic or become confused, you simply snuggled back into the warm chest. 

It wasn’t until the breath fanned across the back of your neck did you panic internally.

But you looked down and saw the familiar forearms that led to familiar hands; the left one accented by the Navy issued watch on its wrist. 

Being a bartender, you saw a lot of forearms and a lot of hands. Most of the time you recognized the order by the hand on the bar, which came in handy on busy nights – no pun intended.

Which is why you knew whose arms were wrapped around you. The order attached to these hands was a cup of peanuts and a glass of sweet tea or water.

Yup, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd was in your bed.

You closed your eyes and sighed. This is not what you intended to happen. 

Yeah, you have feelings for Bob. Have for a while now. But now that you’ve slept with him, you were worried that things would never go back to the way they were. Because they never do with you. 

You decided that you should get up and shower, save yourself the heartbreak of watching or feeling him leave by hiding in your bathroom.

Sighing again, you pushed back the covers and carefully tried to get out of his arms. 

Behind you though, Bob grumbled sleepily and pulled you closer, his large hand squeezing your waist gently.  You bit your lip, memories of what led you here flashing in your mind.

“Bob, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” you whispered, hoping that he’d loosen his hold and just go back to sleep. 

And he did, but he grumbled about it first before kissing your bare shoulder. 

A heat spread across your face as your stomach fluttered. That wasn’t ideal. Because it doesn’t matter how you tried to rationalize the act. Oh, he’s groggy and asleep, he doesn’t know he did that. or He’s just dreaming. Doesn’t matter, your heart is thrumming because he did it.

You shook it off and carefully wriggled your body out of the puzzle slot it felt so safe in. 

Your feet hit the ground and you were cold immediately, missing the warmth of the aviator now on his stomach in the middle of your bed. You get up and grab up your sweatshirt and panties from the floor, looking at the strewn clothes that show the haste you and Bob were in to get into your bed last night.

Moving around the room, you picked up your jeans and tank top from the floor, tossing them in your basket before turning to the other clothes on the floor. Then, you picked up Bob’s clothes from the floor and folded them. 

First, his blue jeans that had lighter spots on the thighs where they’ve been worn down from either wearing them often or his little tic where he rubs his palms on his jeans. You can remember the feeling of the denim between your thighs as he pressed you into the mattress, hand cradling the side of your face and the watchband scratching your jaw gently. You bit your lip as you put them on your chest of drawers. 

His shirt was next, the simple yellow fabric that made his eyes that much bluer. His cologne was still present on the collar, the cedar and cardamom making your head dizzy in the best way. The shirt was soft and thin against your fingertip, just like it was when it was bunched in your hands last night when Bob had you pinned against the wall with one large hand braced next to your head and the other rubbing you through your jeans.

After putting the shirt on top of the jeans you picked up his boxers. 

“How can a cock that big fit in these?” You mumbled to yourself, remembering the weight of him in your hand when you palmed him through the fabric in your hands.

Shaking your head with a light, slightly sad, chuckle, you put the boxers down and grabbed some clothes to take to the bathroom.

Bob took a deep breath as he woke up, inhaling the peach scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the pillow he was face down in.

He rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand to get his glasses. 

Putting them on, he sighed contently as he draped an arm over his torso. 

He smiled, remembering the entire night. From inviting you to the bonfire after his third cup of peanuts to the innocent swipe of s’more off your lip and then the taste of s’more when he took the chance and kissed you goodbye in the parking lot. 

He knew that he’d want to step back, take you out on a proper date and show you that this wasn’t a one time thing to him – with hope that you felt the same.

The amount of times he’d dreamt of being so intimate with you, it never would have prepared him for the real thing.

Every thrust, every kiss, every touch – sent electricity through him. Even this morning when he woke up with you in his arms, it was just this feeling of calm. It was a feeling of comfort and love.

Every moan, every pant, every grunt – was music to his ears. Much clearer than in his dreams. He could actually feel the moans vibrating your chest and throat, the breathy pants against his neck and ear. 

He got to watch your face as he felt you squeeze around him, your thighs trembling against his hips. Looking like a literal dream underneath him.

Bob knew he loved you the moment you welcomed him back with open arms after the mission. Telling him all of his peanut cups and sweet tea were on you. And then when you organized a party for him for his birthday, he knew that you were it for him.

So, as he gets up and gets dressed, he’s crossing his fingers that you feel the same way.

You sighed as you left the bathroom, your hair still wrapped in the thin towel as you went to your room to grab your laundry basket.

Your bedroom door is closed so you have no idea if he had already left or not. And you hated the disappointment you felt when you opened the door to see your bed empty.

Still, you gathered your basket and went to your laundry room. 

As you went past your entryway, you looked up at your door to make sure it was locked. And once you confirmed Bob had locked up before he left, you sighed again and looked at the floor. 

Your brow furrowed and you looked back up.

Yup, that’s what you thought. Bob’s boots and his damned black Carrhart zip up hoodie in your entryway.

That’s when you smelled the coffee and heard Bob moving around in your kitchen.

You immediately put the hamper down, toss your hair towel in it, and go to the kitchen.

“Robby?”

“Good morning Peaches,” he smiled at you effortlessly as he poured two cups of coffee. “How was your shower?”

You blinked, your brain having to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. “Oh, um, yeah… yeah it was good.” 

He smiled and fixed your coffee just the way you liked it. “Here you go.” 

You smiled and took the warm mug in your hands, “Thank you…” You took a sip and swallowed it before looking at Bob, “Um what-what are you doing here?”

Bob looked at you, trying not to let the hurt show on his face. His brain immediately going to the self-doubting and the fear that he had read you all wrong. “I-I just thought that we-we could have breakfast, may-maybe spend the day together?”

You furrowed your brow, “You-you wanna hang out?” 

He nodded, “Yeah-yeah…” He sat his mug down and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “B-but if you want me to go, I will. If this is a one time thing, just a one night stand. I get that. But I don’t think things will ever-”

In the midst of his rant you walked around the island and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands fisting in the soft yellow t-shirt.

Once Bob shook off the shock, he was threading his fingers into your wet hair and gripping your hip with his free hand. You tilted your head into his hand and deepened the kiss as he walked you back and then pinned you to the fridge door. One of your hands gripped his hip to pull him impossibly closer.

Your lips moved together in sync, not worrying about oxygen as you practically breathed in each other. 

But when you both started to feel dizzy, you separated with a ‘pop’.

He rested his forehead on yours as you cupped his cheek. “Not that I’m complaining… but what was that for?”

“To shut you up…” You giggled, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his flushed cheek bone. You take a few more breaths before looking up into his cerulean blue eyes, “I wasn’t sure how you felt before… I figured you would have just left while I was in the shower. Considering most one night stands end like that…” 

He shook his head, “You are more than a one night stand to me.” He chuckled, “I’ve always wanted to be with you, from the moment I met you… that’s what I’ve wanted… what I’ve needed, Y/N…”

You huffed out a small laugh, “I need that too. I need you, Robby…” 

“Sooo, that’s a yes?” 

“Yes, Bob, it’s a yes.”

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[joelscruff]

Hello love, you know how much I love ‘one thing I’m missing’

Where do you think reader and Joel are these days? (I want to emphasize this is a no-pressure question and not an ask for you to post a Drabble of blurb)

I think they made it to Jackson and are fucking all the time in their shared home that they are the reason Ellie had to move to the garage because she had walked in on them too many times 🙃

I think about my characters whereabouts after I finish stories so I was just curious what your thoughts were on your beautiful babies

Thank you for all that you contribute to the fandom 🥝💚

this is such a lovely surprise question, thank you 🥺💖 i don't get asked about one thing i'm missing very much (understandably cause it's my first joel fic and i finished it relatively quickly) so whenever someone does ask about it i get so excited!!! cause i love them!!!!

in my mind, our little trio made it to the fireflies and things went down relatively the same as in canon, except this time reader was present. i think joel began his rampage in search of both ellie AND reader, the latter of which he met up with after he'd already killed multiple people. i think in that moment she realized there was no other option and helped him take out the remaining fireflies and rescue ellie.

however - i think reader was honest with ellie. joel wanted to lie and reader could not and would not let him do that. she told ellie exactly what happened and in turn ellie stopped speaking to both of them the second they got to jackson. so still not an ideal scenario but at least joel and reader had each other to lean on. i think ellie would've forgiven them a lot sooner and a lot easier than in canon, mainly because of reader's persistence & ability to communicate properly with ellie (yes that's a dig at joel lmao). but the time in between of joel feeling like he'd lost another daughter and reader feeling like she'd lost another sister was extremely hard.

these things were actually meant to happen in a 6th chapter but every time i went to write it, it just felt like i was turning a sweet little story into something much more serious and dark than i'd intended. even writing an epilogue felt like it was saddening the story and i didn't like that because i like the story being on the lighter and fluffier side. but getting to the fireflies was always the goal and it was inevitable that ellie would be taken from them and they'd have to fight back and then live with what they'd done, and live with ellie's feelings about it.

but on a MUCH happier note - they're for sure fucking all the time. they're each others rock and most nights after they got to jackson and had their own place were spent exploring each other and discovering what they both liked. lots and lots of late nights and lazy mornings and falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. i think once ellie came around and was able to understand and accept what happened, she tried to live in the house briefly and then decided pretty quickly that it was not what she wanted lmao. but she likes her independence anyway.

OH - and joel does not die. yes they killed the fireflies but in my brain, the events that happen in the second game (and most likely in season 2) happen much differently in that joel was simply not on patrol the night abby and her group came across them. he was at home with reader, safe 💖

hope that answered your question bby 💖 thank you for reading the story and caring about it 🥺💕

[goosewriting]

Mikey with blue prompt 1 and 32, trying to teach the reader how to make cookies but they're uh... Not. That good at it lmao. But they keep trying and it ends with them making a pretty good batch!

Vanilla extract (rottmnt Mikey x reader)

prompt 1: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.” prompt 32: “Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

summary: Mikey and reader bake cookies together, but reader is really bad at it. 

relationship: Rise!Mikey x GN reader

warnings: reader being a danger in the kitchen lmao 

word count: 1.2k

A/N: (this one can be read as both platonic or romantic!) as someone who really likes baking cookies, this hurt a little to write XD also enjoy the currently tumblr-relevant little joke höhö

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

– – – 

Mikey and you had decided to bake cookies, which you had never done before. You had actually never baked anything before, and you weren’t exactly an ace in the kitchen. So he was more than happy to teach you. He even had the recipe book open on the counter so you could check the instructions with him. After all, how hard could it be? 

“First things first” Mikey says, as you both finish tying your aprons. “We need to measure all the ingredients.”

And that’s when disaster already hit.

You had never really handled flour before, so you flipped the package over with a little too much force, causing a lot of flour to spill onto the counter instead of into the measuring cup. Mikey was quick to tell you it wasn’t a big deal, and wiped the surface with a damp cloth, instructing you to either go slower or use a big spoon to get the powder out bit by bit. 

After the dry ingredients were all measured and standing on the counter in their individual bowls, it was time to mix them up. You remembered Mikey mentioning that the dry and the wet ingredients had to be mixed separately first before combining them. So you grab the sugar and are about to pour it into the flour, when Mikey stops you.

“It’s actually better to mix up the sugar with the butter” he points out. “It makes the butter fluffier.”

Now you’re even more confused; how would that even work?

Following the turtle’s instructions, you first mashed up the butter with a fork, then put that and the sugar into the stand mixer. You turned on the machine, but the dials were opposite of how you thought, so you set it to the maximum speed. That not only almost broke the mixer, but it also sent the bowl and its contents flying. You sheepishly cleaned up the mess and measured out more sugar, while Mikey told you not to worry about it for the second time that day.

When the butter was all mixed with the sugar, it was time to add the eggs. You were about to reach out for one when Mikey stepped in and said he’d do it himself. Fidgeting with a spoon in your hands, you watched as he skillfully cracked them open, the yolk and whites falling into the bowl in an almost elegant way that you felt was intended to mock you. He didn’t get a single eggshell piece into the batter either. 

After mixing everything together (now that you knew how to properly operate the stand mixer), Mikey handed you a little bottle that read “vanilla extract”. You opened the bottle, giving it a sniff, and hummed in delight at how good that smelled.

“Hey, look at me” Mikey suddenly said in a serious tone, grabbing you by the shoulders. “One tablespoon, not more. You understand? Just a couple of drops is all it takes.”

You nodded and did as he said, adding only a small spoonful of the thick liquid to the batter. After closing the bottle, you looked at the spoon for probably a second too long, because Mikey snatched it from your hand.

“You don’t want to lick that, trust me” he said with a chuckle. “You’ll regret it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. It smelled so wonderful! Of course you wanted to lick it. It surely tasted just as good right? 

But your plan couldn't come to fruition as Mikey was already starting the next step. He added some chocolate chips, mixed it a little more, then sifted the flour into the batter. He first folded it in with a wooden spatula, then with his hands. 

Taking out the dough, he skillfully kneaded it on the counter, and you wondered how many times he had done this before, he clearly knew what he was doing. With the rolling pin he flattened it all to a cookie-worthy thickness and stepped aside to make place for you.

“Would you do the honours?” he asked, handing you a container with several cookie cutters. 

You squealed in glee at all the cute designs, and chose one in the shape of a sea turtle. Surely this was the easiest, impossible-to-mess-up part, right?

Mikey first observed you with happiness, content that he could teach you something new. But with every passing second, his expression turned to horrified confusion. Somehow, and he still couldn’t understand how, every single piece of dough you had cut out, came out looking like anything other than a turtle. Even when you switched to the regular circular cookie cutter, the cookies you were scooping up from the counter looked like disfigured sad little blobs. Before he could stop himself, he mumbled under his breath.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. You gasped, giving him a hurt look, then looking back at your handiwork in front of you, and you pouted: he was absolutely right. 

“But hey, we came this far!” Mikey tried to comfort you. “They don’t have to look perfect, as long as they taste good; that just means they’re homemade! All that’s left is to bake them.” 

So you did, except that you forgot to set the timer for the cookies in the oven while you were cleaning up the kitchen. You both got distracted talking about a game, and as you were taking out your phone to show it to him, he sniffed the air.

“Say, how much longer on the timer?” Mikey asked and craned his neck over your shoulder to look at the oven in horror.

“Whoops” is all that you managed to answer, before you both rushed to save whatever you could of your precious baked goods. Mikey quickly slipped the oven mitts over his hands and opened the glass door, a concerning cloud of smoke erupting from behind it. Taking the baking tray and placing it on the stove, you both stood silently before it, staring at the practically carbonised little blobs on it. 

“Hey, it’s fine~” Mikey suddenly said, one arm over your shoulder while his other reached out to grab a cookie. You couldn’t stop him in time, as he had already popped one in his mouth. The crunching that came from his chewing mouth was as concerning as it was horrifying. You could only watch in shock as he actually gulped it down.

“Hmm” he sighed, rubbing his chin in thought. “Do you take constructive criticism?” 

“Not without crying” you answered, and your shoulders slumped. How could you mess this up so badly?

Mikey chuckled and pulled you in for a hug, giving your cheek a little peck, which made you feel a little better. He then suggested making a new batch, but this time he made sure to give you more detailed instructions and guide you through every step. That new batch actually turned out really well, and you enjoyed your well-deserved prize with some hot chocolate.

– – –

Bonus: 

You were sitting at the table with the rest of the turtles, all eating your cookies and complimenting you on how good they had turned out, when you remembered something. Excusing yourself for a second to go get more hot chocolate, you stepped back into the kitchen, and reached for the vanilla extract bottle. You gave it another whiff, enjoying the smell, and poured some drops onto a spoon. As soon as you put it in your mouth however, you immediately regretted it. Mikey was right: this tasted awful. Going “Ew! How?!” followed by coughing, you heard a laugh from the other room, and Mikey’s voice: “I told you so!”

~~~~~

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

I really really hope you're right, this just killed my motivation for everything. What happened with Solomare's story jar already left a bad taste in my mouth too.

I know I'll feel better in a few days, but I felt lied to when they said they'd continue the story and the app. And it's going to be even lighter and fluffier and a replacement for the main story line? One that new players will perfectly fit into? I was so looking forward to learning more about what would happen to Simeon.

Also not announcing it until last minute? For once I'm really glad I can barely afford food, because I'd be devastated if I had spent even a dollar. But maybe that's just me being poor.

I'm mostly likely going to stop writing for a while until I've archived everything important from the app, which is gonna take ages just in case anyway.

But anyway, are there any recent events you thought were better than usual? I've been too sick to grind lately so I haven't unlocked them. I want to know which ones to archive as soon as possible once the six months are up.

Sorry for bringing the mood down and the rant, but you seem to be the only positive one I follow that isn't outright calling people stupid or pathetic for being upset so I'm really hoping your positivity rubs off on me.

I do hope you keep posting for Nightbringer too! I have several issues with my hands so I don't think I'll ever be able to see the end of the og story line, and I especially love your analyses out of anyone else's.

Okay okay so they are continuing the og app and continuing the story, the only difference is they'll be continuing the mainstory in nightbringer and the og app will just be getting events. So the og app will continue the way it has since the end of s4 and new main story content will be uploaded to nightbringer (the devs did says this)

Not sure what happened with story jar but Obey Me! is solmare's most popular game. Objectively, nothing solmare has created has ever come near to reaching om! And I'm talking purely in the money making side of it - the anime? mangas? songs? merch? cons? VAs getting heavily involved in everything? Solmare's a business. As long as there's a fandom and a demand for it they're not gonna kill the og app.

Plus the majority of om's content is on the og app, with new content and old events still being released. If they wanted to kill the og app they'd stop releasing new content and updating lonely devil.

Since nightbringer will be continuing the mainstory from where they left off, they'd also need to move all of S1-4 the chats, call & devilgrams to nightbringer if they were gonna kill the og - and I'd imagine that's more hassle than it's worth

I do think we'd learn more about what happened to simeon;

• devs said they'd be continuing the main story in nightbringer so that'd include simeon

• nightbringer's current plot is about time travel and mc trying to find a way back home - so they will end up back in the current time at some point, where simeon's whole thing can be addressed

• s3 established that luke wasn't alive when the brothers were angels. If they intended to keep mc in the past they'd either have to scrap luke's entire character (?????) or retcon s3 which so far dropped the most lore

• thirteen (who's supposed to turn into a LI)'s first visit to the devildom happens in s4 and in nightbringer's op we see her in Diavolo's castle. Which means we're seeing the present timeline as well

....i think you're maybe panicking a bit too much? You definitely don't need to archive anything anytime soon. For well all of the reasons I mentioned above.... Maybe someday you'd have to but definitely not right now

Honestly I liked all the events🤷

No worries! And Yeah I think the thing people are forgetting is that Nightbringer is STILL Obey Me! I'm definitely going to be still talking about it

Ok so I have an exam in 2 days and I think I've answered every possible question about Nightbringer you could possibly have so I'm calling it here.

Won't be answering new asks until sunday. Everything posted will be from queue.

If you want to see my others asks/answers regarding Nighbringer just hit the tag on this post

[actualbird]

God I agree so hard with you on the afterstories. I get what they were trying to do with them as a sweet ending to take the sting off the main story but it just cheapens the story so much!! I don't feel relief when reading about how they miraculously survived, I just kind of feel frustrated because the afterstory just really doesn't earn that relief at all.

I'd have preferred if they turned the afterstory into an actual additional part of the main story detailing how the boys survived because at least then it'd have a better chance of landing since it's more developed than just "oh yeah don't worry about it I got out fine :)". Or if they really wanted to keep it an afterstory...I don't know, maybe a reunite in the afterlife thing? It's also cliche but at least it doesn't cheapen the story as much by magically undoing the tragedy of the story.

Of course, ideally they'd stick to their guns and just end the story where it's supposed to end without any afterstory. Maybe I could understand the need for a fluffier epilogue for the other AU cards which could catch players not expecting angst off guard since the art doesn't give anything away but for Enduring Light's set of cards? Every single card has the boys looking badly beat up or in a bad situation for Luke, I'd be surprised if anyone pulled for the cards not expecting heavy angst.

I think in the end I just act as if the afterstories are non-canon, and considering during the secret chats some of the boys talk about their card counterparts as if they did die I think that might be what the devs intended too. I do still think the stories told in the AU cards are generally good from what little I've read, I just wish they'd commit that tiny bit more to telling a tragedy when they want to.

🌌

irt my thoughts on marius and luke's enduring light cards

wahhh hi hi milkyway anon!! glad im not the only one hehe cuz I AGREE WITH ALL THIS

the thing i most most agree with is if they took the "actual additional part of the main story detailing how the boys survived" approach to the afterstory, i wouldve Loved that. for luke's in particular his recovery seems like suCH AN INTERESTING STORY IN ITSELF HELLO??? he was fished outta the ocean and injured so badly that his recovery took a whole year???? i wanna read that!! i wanna read about him coming to terms with his injuries (and maybe even disability because you dont get out of an Exploding Airplane Crash unscathed. in my mind he had to get a limb amputated (hi chika if youre out there reading this ask you have infected me with the "amputate luke" hc) or at the very least cannot walk for a solid period of time after the accident. oh, and ptsd of course) and how he copes with all this

all in all, my dissatisfaction with the inclusion of the afterstories in this set of cards seems to show a pattern for my dissatisfaction with other tot cards i didnt vibe with: they were all (even partly) caused by tot's dedication to the format of their cards rather than the story within it

why didnt i like ssr looming nightmare? 6 acts were not enough to flesh out mc's side of the story, given that it was her nightmare. alas, 6 acts are all we get for regular ssr cards

why didnt i like ssr orange scent? 3 acts were NOWHERE near enough space for luke to be able to get over his fears and propose to mc. alas, 3 acts is all we get for anniv ssr cards

why didnt i like this bit of ssr sky ashes? because the existence of the afterstory undermines the tragedy's tragedy-ing. alas, afterstories are a staple of big event ssr cards

like.....i get that tot has to be consistent in their format for types of cards but it makes me sad to see when that consistency actively does the card story a disservice. these stories could be homeruns! if they were treated as the priority and not something to shove into a template that must be followed

anyhoo, it's nice to see im not the only one w iffy feelings abt the afterstories. i still liked sky ashes and im going your route about it by mentally editing the afterstory to be a recovery story instead of a fluff fix-all

thanks for the ask!!

[sam-glade]

Missing home

For @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt: #FFF205 Where the Flowers grow.

Characters: Ianim, Lissan Setting: Sunblessed Realm WC: 820 CW: -

Context: a couple of months after Lissan moved to the city, near the beginning of Days of Dusk 2

Look, I know this is asking for a flowery, poetic scene, but… I want to write my usual cosy slice of life vignettes when I’m not working on novel-length projects. Also, this turned out much sweeter and fluffier than I intended. Oops.

“So, how are you finding Redguard?” Ianim asked, watching Lissan with polite curiosity.

Lissan stretched an arm over the iron-wrought back of the weathered bench and looked around the small square. It was carved out of a corner of a limestone townhouse, on the eastern side of the river. A lush lilac bush sprawled in the middle of a paved circle, with four benches surrounding it. Ianim took a seat on an adjacent bench.

“It’s… fine.” Lissan’s tone was too guarded.

Ianim leant in, resting his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands.

“But?” he prompted.

“You know what it looked like back home. Green fields, green orchards, green woods. And here, everything is brick and stone. It’s… weird.”

Ianim smiled gently.

“Missing home?”

“A bit, yeah.” Lissan shrugged. “But that’s not what I meant. I’ve got a trip planned next month. It’s just– It would be nice to find a place here that feels a little bit more like home. To go to on a whim, you know?”

Ianim tilted his head, going over the list of landmarks that Redguard had to offer.

“You haven’t had a chance to explore the city, have you?”

~*~

On Sunday morning, Ianim left his horse in the pavilion near the entrance to the park, tipping the stablehand probably more than was customary. Lissan arrived on foot less than ten minutes later, wearing the uniform, although he carried the coatee in his hands. Ianim didn’t blame him, it was already a hot day. He pointed Lissan towards the tall gate crowned with an iron arch, and they delved into the park at a leisurely pace.

They kept to the side of the wide path lined with orange and pink tulips, while horses trotted past them down the middle. Ianim looked after the riders, his attention briefly caught by a beautiful yellow and blue habit worn by a woman roughly his age. He enjoyed watching the people even more than admiring the blooming trees and bushes.

There were multiple Swords in the park, their grey uniform standing out against the shades of green. Groups of friends from different divisions, or couples – often with one person in uniform, one in civilian attire – sat on picnic blankets, around wicker baskets loaded with sweet and savoury snacks. At a bench near a drinking fountain, an older man was gently tapping small hammers on the strings of a battered dulcimer. 

As Ianim guided Lissan towards the arboretum, he refrained from pointing out some of the rarer plants. The ones that were imported from the Sovanese League or from across the Sunset Strait. The ones that were brought by envoys, to celebrate newly-forged relations. The camphor tree planted personally by an ambassador almost seventy years ago. The blue cypress that was gifted to the First Prince because of its colour. He shook his head, reassuring himself that exotic trees certainly wouldn’t remind Lissan of home.

“So? Tell me about this place?” Lissan said, making Ianim jump, and snorted at the reaction.

“What would you like to know?”

“Just… there’s got to be something special about it. You wouldn’t like it so much otherwise.”

Protests died on Ianim’s lips, and he felt his cheeks flush. Yes, he adored the nooks and crannies of the arboretum, but this outing wasn’t for him.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “In a way, it’s a collection to commemorate various events. A lot of the trees were brought from abroad…”

Soon, encouraged gently by Lissan, he found himself summarising the trip across the Inner Sea with his Grandfather, when he was in his teens. How they were given small saplings, and how Grandfather allowed Ianim to plant them during a toned down ceremony.

Lissan let him talk. He enjoyed it, by the looks of it, and only that stopped Ianim from feeling bad about making it all about himself. Again.

He pointed Lissan to the nearest bench and took a seat, stretching his legs.

“I’m sorry,” he said once his excitement waned.

“Huh? What for?” Lissan asked, sitting next to him.

“This… isn’t what you were looking for, is it?”

“Not quite,” Lissan said with an easy shrug. “But it was fun.”

Ianim nodded his thanks.

“Can you tell me what exactly you’re after?”

Lissan leant back and looked around, his eyes scanning the space above people’s heads and smaller bushes, as if he was trying to see the horizon – impossible, of course, since townhouses surrounded the park on all sides.

“I think it's only just occurred to me. Everything in Redguard is so deliberate. Even here, for every tree someone’s made a decision to plant it in that spot.” He scanned the area again, his expression wistful. “I think what I really miss is knowing that sometimes a tree sprouts where the seed fell. That there isn’t a good reason why poppies or cornflowers grow where they do. Sometimes, it’s that simple.”

~*~

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Sending u prompt for supercorp and smut (sorry if thats not your cup of tea, you can ignore this one)

I’m a little nervous bc I think this is my first time posting something actually explicit lol BUT I am trying to expand my writing and get more comfortable with it for my greys au so... enjoy! 😬 Under the cut for bc well that’s where I’m at!

This is a continuation off another prompt

Part 1

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“Oh Kara,” Lena smiles as she leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of Kara’s ear, “It’s not your powers people want to see.”

Lena laughs as she pulls back, leaving Kara bright red and sputtering in the training room.

It only takes a couple seconds for Kara to catch up, quickly pulling Lena into a storage closet, their lips pressed together.

“Kara…” Lena whispers as Kara trails down her neck. “Kara… baby…stop. Remember last time.”

Kara groans, pressing her forehead against Lena’s chest as she chuckles. “Did you really have to bring up my sister now?”

“Hey. You’re the reason we got caught.” Lena playfully swats at Kara’s bicep before giving it an indulgent squeeze.

“Not my fault,” Kara mumbles into Lena’s chest, lip purposefully dragging over skin, “you’re too good.”

Lena laughs rings out as she fists a hand in Kara’s hair and tugs. She’s not strong enough to force Kara away, but Kara follows the movement anyway.

“If you keep that up, we are definitely not leaving this closet. And I, for one, do not want to be interrupted.” Kara nods and tries to lean forward.

“Yeah, yeah, ok.” Kara whines when the movement tugs on her hair again. “Let’s go home.”

Lena let’s Kara lean in this time until their lips are almost touching before she tugs again. “Are you okay to fly us home?”

Kara nods, her eyes fluttering open when she feels a hand cup her jaw.

“Lipstick.” Lena whispers in explanation as she drags her thumb across Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara sneaks out of the supply closet first, checking the hallway before Lena follows. Lena interlinks their fingers, forcing Kara to slow down as they make their way back to the training room for Kara to gather her glasses and put on her super suit. Only Alex gives them a mildly suspicious look when they pass through but Lena just shoots her a smile as Kara scoops her up.

Lena entertains herself tracing Kara’s insignia on the flight. Fully aware that Kara can only fly so fast with her in arm. By the time they land on their balcony, Kara’s nipples have started to become visible through the fabric of her suit.

Kara lands heavily on the balcony, letting Lena slither from her grip.

“You were teasing me.” Lena feels Kara press into her from behind until her front is pressed against the glass. Heavy hands skimming over her hips until they find the bottom of her dress.

“Kara…” Lena warns, but her breath hitches as Kara inches up her dress. Two hands slap against the glass as Kara hand skims up the inside of her thigh, thumb stroking along soft skin. Kara enjoys the slight trembling for a moment before she slides her hand free, giving Lena just enough space to open the door.

As soon as they’re inside, Lena’s being lifted into the air by her thighs. Her surprised shriek turns into a laugh as she wraps her legs around Kara’s waist, pressing chaste kisses across her face as Kara grins, walking them towards the bedroom.

Kara places Lena gently on the bed without breaking their kisses, crawling with her until she settles on the pillows. Hands braced on either side of her head as she licks into Lena’s mouth.

“You know,” Lena gasps when they break for air lifting her hips so Kara can push up her dress before sitting up and pulling it over her head. Flopping back into the pillow as Kara immediately latches onto her neck, “this is my favourite position.” Lena ends in a whine as Kara nips at her pulse point.

Kara lifts her head looking vaguely amused as she looks down at Lena. “Missionary? Really? Because I thought it was-“

Lena slaps a hand over Kara’s mouth, grimacing when Kara licks her palm.

“Really?” Lena wipes her hand on Kara’s arm as she shakes with laughter and leans down to kiss Lena. She presses a chaste the corner of her mouth when Lena dodges at the last second. Followed by another that has Lena smiling. Tilting her head Kara deepens the kiss when she feels Lena respond, gently sucking on her bottom lip.

“Tell me why?” Kara asks quietly as she kisses Lena again, all tongue and teeth.

“I think you know why.” Lena whispers back when they break for air. Hands trailing over Kara’s shoulders until she finds that spot that makes the suit disappear.

“Please.”  Kara blinks down at her with deep blue eyes that make Lena pull her down for another kiss, neither of them fully closing their eyes.

“I like to feel you against me.” Lena says as she arches her back for Kara to unhook her bra. Their chests brushing briefly.

“You feel me against you in other positions.” Kara shuffles down the bed to pull off Lena’s underwear, followed by her own.

“Not like this.” Lena makes grabby hands until Kara crawls back into her arms, wrapping her in a hug. Kara presses kisses against Lena’s shoulder until her grip relaxes. Pushing up, Kara holds herself over Lena.

“What else?”

Lena huffs at the new space between them, trying to pull Kara back down.

“I like feeling your weight.” Lena admits as she hooks an ankle over Kara’s hips and pushes down. Kara let’s her pull her down, shifting weight onto one elbow so she can cup Lena’s breast, slowly circling her nipple with her thumb.

“I’m not too heavy?” Kara asks as she drops her head to replace her thumb with her mouth.

“No-o.” Lena stutters, inhaling sharply as Kara teeth scrape against her. Her free hand trailing lower until she’s cupping Lena’s mound pressing her palm firmly into her clit.

“I like-” Lena cuts off as she tries to roll her hips when Kara starts idly stroking between her folds.

“You like?” Kara almost laugh when Lena hisses as she sucks another mark into Lena’s chest, pressing into her entrance just slightly.

“I like feeling how your muscles flex when you hold yourself up.” Lena gasps, hand reflexively grabbing for Kara’s bicep when she pushes inside with two fingers. “Fuck.”

Kara laughs into her shoulder as she curls her fingers, finding that spot that makes Lena moan. Grunting when Lena rakes a hand down her back.

“What else?”

“I like how I can feel your back muscles when you fuck into me.” Lena rambles, as she tries to roll her hips into Kara’s hand again.

“Like this?” Kara asks as she braces herself on the mattress, thrusting into the spot in earnest.

“Yes!” Lena nods frantically, eyes slammed shut, head thrown back, pulling Kara in tight with one arm. “Pleasedon’tstop. Fuck.

Kara!” Lena calls her name as she comes on Kara’s hand, burrowing her face into her shoulder.

“Fuck.” Lena gasps as Kara slows but doesn’t stop.

“Again?” Kara asks sweetly, pressing a kiss against Lena’s temple. Grinning when she feels Lena nod.

“You know what else I like about this position?” Lena says breathlessly after Kara makes her come two more times.

“What?” Kara asks, as Lena wraps her fingers around Kara’s wrist, pulling her arm until it rests on the other side of her head.

Lena doesn’t say anything as she skates her hands down over Kara’s hips, nudging them gently until they rise slightly above her. Dragging her knuckles along the inside of her thighs, smiling victoriously when Kara shifts to part them.

“The way you can hold it as you come.” Lena whispers against Kara’s ear, as she circles her clit.

Kara groans as she tries to bear down.

“You’re so wet.” Lena breathes as her fingers travel lower, pressing in lightly before swiping back up to circle Kara’s clit. “I bet you could come just from this.”

Kara thinks she’s right as her feet slide a little wider on the bed sheets. Heat coiling in her lower belly as Lena’s fingers swipe back and forth.

“I like the way your muscles shudder when you’re trying so hard not to fall. Always so thoughtful…” Lena says casually, gently running a hand over the slopes of Kara’s arm with her free hand. Her head lolling to the side to press a kiss to Kara’s braced forearm.

“You’re doing so good.” Lena whispers, looking back up at Kara. “Kiss me.”

Kara whines as she tries to drop her head a little, her muscles shaking harder as Lena speeds up her fingers.

“Kara. Kiss me.” Lena demands, smirking as Kara strains forward, pressing her lips messily against hers. Lena holds Kara there as she comes, swallowing every moan as Kara shakes above her.

“Okay Kara, okay.” Lena says stroking Kara’s hair until she comes down, and gently pulls her into embrace. The two quickly falling asleep with Kara tucked under Lena’s chin.