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thoughts-of-bear · 2 months

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The birthday gift

A Halsin x reader fanfiction | Explicit, 18+ | 7k words A/N: Okay since the Halsin brainrot has had its hold on me for ages, I started this fic on my birthday in december, not expecting to ever finish it because I have literally never finished anything I've started writing before- until now. I got inspired to write this by this post (for the birthday part, the smut part is my own horny imagination) and well, this is the final product. Since it's my first time publishing any of my writing and writing smut at all, please be kind with me XD Summary: Your companions prepare a surprise birthday party for you, Halsin sees you in your new dress, you two dancing leads to him confessing his feelings for you and a very happy ending... CW: halsin x f!reader, virgin reader, halsin eating pussy, fingering, p in v sex, breeding, rough sex i guess, halsin being the man he is, all that stuff idk what to write here really

I hope you enjoy it, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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You and your companions had finally reached Baldur’s Gate. It’s still morning when you enter Rivington that day and the streets are busy with all kinds of people, many seemingly refugees from Elturel and farther away, here to find shelter in the city. As you continue down the road to the village in front of the city gates, you are stopped by a little red-headed girl.

“Erm. ‘Scuse me, I can’t find my mum.” She looks worn out and as if she has recently been crying.

“Where did you last see her?” you ask as you bend down to her, smiling to show you want to help.

“She went to go get some herbs - for her spots” she gestures towards her face. “She was sick. And she was supposed to come back the same day.” She pauses before adding, “That was last tenday though.”

“Let’s go find a guard. They’ll be able to help you”, you propose.

The girl shakes her head. “Guards blow like petards. They don’t help us.”

Your heart sinks at these words. It seems all these people were here because the city wouldn’t take them in. And the guards are no help either, apparently. You wonder what happened to your city, where once everyone was welcome.

Halsin sighs and shakes his head in disapproval. “This city is a poor place to be in need of help. Even the guards can’t be trusted to protect the most vulnerable.”

You silently agree and think of how you could help that girl. You decide to spare a few coins, so she can buy herself some food.

“I don’t know where your mum is, but here - take a few coins”, you offer her, not able to tell her that her mother is most likely dead. Halsin smiles at you warmly as you shoot him a quick glance, the sight making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh - erm. Thank you so much! I don’t have anything and you can’t do anything without any coin”, the little girl exclaims, bobbing on her toes and suddenly looking a little less tired. “I’ll pay you back. When I find my mum.” She turns around and bolts. “No need, it’s a gift!” you call after her but she has already vanished in the crowd.

You finally arrive at Wyrm’s Rock Crossing in the evening, after you had snuck past one of the new city guards - the so-called Steel Watch - and promised to investigate the murder of the local Ilmater priest. Another incident that seems to fuel the hate towards the refugees.

And that isn’t even all. The city is closed, even for you as a Baldurian, and to get in you’d need an Admission Pass - or wings. You sigh. You just want to get into the city, rent a room in the Elfsong and think about what to do next, now that the Absolute’s army must soon be upon the city.

It’s all too much and too little time. And you can’t just turn away from the people you met in Rivington either, they need help just as much as you need to find out how to beat the Absolute’s Chosen and get rid of the tadpoles.

When you make your way around camp that evening, checking up on your companions, Halsin notices your exhaustion, the way you slump your shoulders and how your usually impeccable stance falters. He wants to relieve you of at least a bit of the tension, so when you walk over to him, he offers you a massage. The things he wants to say to you can wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, Halsin”, you accept, his hands turning you around and gently pushing you down to sit on your knees before him. You sigh as his broad hands knead the tension from your back and by the time he is finished, you feel like a sleepy, boneless lump of flesh, muscles completely relaxed. You thank Halsin again before you retire to your bedroll, the hopeful thought that the offer might’ve been more than Halsin’s usual kindness crossing your mind before you drift off to sleep.

The next evening, you were finally inside the city walls. You consider the new information of the day. How you got your hands on an invitation to the celebration at Wyrm’s rock fortress, your disbelief to see that it was Lord Gortash’s coronation as Arch Duke, how he made the tadpoled Duke Ravengard give up his power and how Bane’s Chosen then proposed an alliance against Orin, the shapeshifter that had already approached you in Rivington. You had agreed to kill her, but you definitely wouldn’t leave Gortash his Netherstone. But that is a problem for another day. You had managed to get a room in the Elfsong Tavern and as usual you make your way through it to hear what your companions think of all that had happened today. Most approve of your decision. Halsin is the last person you speak to and as always, he has just the right words to ease your worries. For now, at least.

“Wait-”, he grabs your arm before you can leave. “I didn’t thank you yet.” His large hand is warm and makes your skin tingle where it touches you.

“Thank me? For what?” He chuckles at your puzzled look. “For all that you did in Rivington yesterday. You have so many worries and yet you still go out of your way to help those in need. The way you made that little girl smile, or how you didn’t hesitate to investigate what happened to that Ilmater priest.” A blush creeps up your cheeks as he continues. “I’m afraid Nature’s balance can never be restored in a city like this, but seeing what you do every day without expecting anything in return gives me hope. And for that I thank you.” You smile up at him, lost for words with your heart beating fast.

“I appreciate you saying this. I wish I could to more, to help everyone, but if I can at least do a little good, it’s worth the exhaustion at the end of the day”, you eventually admit with a smile. Halsin grins. “You’re too modest. I wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are.” Your cheeks blush an even deeper red at those words and only when you retire to bed for the evening does your heart resume its normal pace again. But the warm feeling Halsin’s presence gave you remained for the night.

After you had the first proper breakfast since your crash with the Nautiloid, you feel ready to explore the city and find out how to best deal with all your problems. You hadn’t particularly missed the bustle and noise of your old home, but you can’t help feeling safer now that you were in familiar surroundings again.

Gale proposed to go to Sorcerous Sundries, both to find out more about the Elderbrain’s crown and to see what the wizard there wants with your companion Nightsong. Since you don’t have an idea where to find Orin yet, you figure that this is as good as any other thing you could be doing.

The way from Elfsong to the magic shop isn’t far and you still have some time before it opens, so you decide to stop by the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette to update yourself on any news you had missed in your absence and struggle with the Absolute.

Scanning the title page, you notice the date in the corner and your brows shoot up in surprise. Noticing this, Gale asks if you found anything important in the newspaper.

“No, it’s just that I realised today is my birthday and I've completely forgotten about it. That means we have been on the road for more than two months already”, you wonder aloud before you add, “It doesn’t feel that long.”

“Well, then we have to celebrate of course!” Gale exclaims happily. You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head. “We have bigger problems for now. Let’s see what this Lorroakan wants with Dame Aylin and then get on with our business. Besides,” you shrug, “we didn’t celebrate birthdays in my monastery anyways so I won’t miss anything.”

“If you say so,” Gale replies and you turn your attention back towards the page you were studying before.

You had already forgotten about the conversation as you come into your chamber in the Elfsong, grateful for the few minutes alone during the bath you had taken and the respite for your tired body.

But the moment you enter the room, Karlach and Shadowheart drag you to a set dinner table, laden with the most delicious food you could imagine. There aren’t your ordinary fish heads and the mouldy bread you usually have to call supper, instead delicious smelling pork roasts, pies, glazed carrots and potatoes, deep red apples and more pile atop the table, all lovingly placed around a huge flower bouquet in the middle of it.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of work your friends must’ve put into this, that you can only stutter a ‘thank you’ before Karlach announces, “Happy birthday soldier! Halsin, Gale and Shadowheart here told us that today is your birthday and you never had a proper party before, so we decided to prepare you a little something!” With a grin she gestures from the table to one of the unoccupied beds, where a few packages are placed.

“You brought me presents too? You really didn’t have to!” you exclaim in surprise. You are so touched that your friends -among all the trouble- still found time to prepare the presents and this party for you that you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“Darling, no need to cry,” Astarion laughs as he pushes you onto your designated chair. “This is a party and not a funeral! Go ahead and enjoy yourself, it’s your special day after all!”

With a sniff and a small chuckle at Astarion’s words you sit down properly. He is right, of course, and you all clearly enjoy having a small break from the worries you faced at the moment.

Smiling hesitantly, you grab some meat and vegetables and start to eat - it really is delicious. You revel in the laughter and conversations with your friends, your weariness from todays fight forgotten for the moment.

When all of you can’t possibly eat any more, Karlach drags you over to the bed with the presents. You can tell she is excited to see if you like the few things your companions managed to get you in the time they had for preparing, so you start unpacking.

The first present contains a book on the monastery you were raised in, with a handwritten note from Gale:

“I’m sure you already know most information this book has to offer, but I thought it might still bring you comfort and remind you of home.” You thank him with a tight hug and carefully place the book into your bag.

The next package is a bottle of the finest liquor of the Elfsong Tavern, plus a sparkler for every one of your companions which Karlach sets of immediately.

Laughing at her shenanigans, you reach for the last and biggest present. It is wrapped in red paper and decorated with a little white bow. You wonder where your companions had managed to find all those things while you carefully pull the paper open. Soon a dress falls out of the packaging and you gaze at it in awe. Your fingers trace the deep forest green fabric, intricate silver and gold patterns weaved into it.

“This is beautiful, thank you, truly!” you say earnestly. You still can’t quite believe that all this should be for you. “I thought you would like it”, smiles Shadowheart. “And I’m certain it will suit you beautifully. Go now - try it on!” she urges you.

You walk to the bathroom which still smells of the quince-scented soap you had used for your bath a few hours before. While changing, you bask in that warm feeling in your chest these moments among your friends always grant you. Whatever problems you had encountered, in your opinion they have all been worth it just for the people you found and let into your heart along the way. As cheesy as that sounds.

You regard yourself in the mirror. The dress is cut low and close-fitting, capturing your cleavage in a very flattering way. Maybe too flattering, if you think about it too much. This isn’t something you’d usually wear, but you have to admit that you like the way the dress looks on you. A bit insecure you go back into your room, where you are greeted with approving cheers and whistles from your friends.

“You look absolutely stunning”, Shadowheart admires. “I knew it would look good on you! Turn around please”, she commands. You do what you are told, with red cheeks at the compliment.

When you face Shadowheart again, you notice Halsin gazing at you with pure admiration - and something else you can’t quite place. You think you notice a golden shimmer in his eyes, but that could be a trick of the light considering all the candles in the room.

“I must admit, your neck looks very tempting in that dress but I know someone who is a lot hungrier for you than me right now”, Astarion remarks with a wicked grin and a sideward glance. You frown at him, though you can’t help your heart skipping a beat at these words. Could he possibly mean Halsin?

“Now, what would a party be without some music and dance?” Wyll interrupts your thoughts and as if these words have summoned her, the bard the party had met in the druid grove appears in the doorway.

“Alfira!” you exclaim happily and immediately rush over to hug her. “I’m so glad you got to Baldur’s Gate alright!”

Alfira grins at you. “Yes, thanks to you and your friends here. When they reached out to me today and told me it was your birthday, I just had to come! Wyll organised everything.” You nod to him in thanks. “Now, I don’t have anything to give you but just tell me what you want to hear and I will play it for you!”

“Thanks, Alfira, that’s more than enough for me”, you beam and lead her into the room towards your group. “Wyll, now is your chance to show me your dancing!” You say as you take his hand and pull him into the middle of the room, then you grab Karlach and Gale and start to move to the tune Alfira started to play. Karlach swirls you around and Wyll shows you the dance moves from court, which -to be honest- remind you a bit of the mating dances you had seen with a few bird species.

Out of breath from all the dancing and laughing, you request a slower tune from the tiefling bard. You manage to persuade Shadowheart to put away her wine for a moment and start to waltz around the room with her. She is quite the good dancer and you wonder where she had learned it, with her being raised in a Sharran temple and everything.

At the next tune, you approach Halsin. With your head light from the wine, you have finally gathered the courage to ask him for what you have secretly thought about the whole time.

Still, you can feel your heart beating in your throat. “Erm…Halsin, w-would you honour me with a dance?” you eventually manage to mumble out shyly.

“Of course, little flower. Whatever your heart desires.” That particular heart skips a beat at his intimate tone. “Although you might wish you hadn’t asked me that once you’ve seen my dancing”, he adds with a chuckle as he takes your hand.

He leads you into the room and starts to swirl you around to the melody of Alfira’s lute. He definitely isn’t as graceful as Shadowheart but certainly not as bad as he has made it sound. But even if he’d had the dancing skills of a bugbear, you wouldn’t have noticed. His large and warm hand around your waist and the smile with which he regards you sends your pulse through the ceiling. His smell of pine and honey and fresh air intoxicates you and it is hard to keep your feet from getting tangled in your dress.

When he leans down to you, you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. “Before you go and mingle again, I still have a present for you. I wasn’t sure if you would even like it”, he admits, “but I have decided to give it to you anyways.” When the tune ends, he leads you to the space in your room where his bed stands and bends down to search his pack.

You think about how long it took you to realise how attracted you are to the druid as you admire his strong back before you. Of course, you have noticed his kindness and compassion and you have always marvelled at the way he drew strength from nature. But only since you had some kind of break these last days have you begun to understand the depth of your affection for the man before you. It runs deeper than mere friendship and the echo of his hands on your back have awoken a hunger inside you that only grows stronger the more you look at Halsin. How desperately you hope that he feels the same way about you…

When he stands up to turn around, you quickly brush away the thought that has sent the heat into your cheeks again.

“You’re the only one who knows of my secret passion”, he begins jokingly, “so I thought you might accept this as my present for your special day.” He hands you a small whittled duck he has apparently made in the hours you were away from camp. You can’t help but tear up at the thought of how much effort he has put into all the details he has carved. There are even small webbed feet on the underside of the little duck.

“Thank you Halsin, this is an amazing gift!” You smile down at the little duck. “You are amazing”, you add quietly.

“With all that you have done for me, I should be the one thanking you night and day.” As you look into his eyes again you see that his gaze is now very solemn. “There was another reason for wanting to speak to you privately. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.” Your heart flutters in recognition of his words, the confession sending sparks across your skin.

“I want more than to fight at your side, or to sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine.” Halsin’s gaze on you is intense, filling your chest with a burning heat that slowly spreads lower into your belly, as if the wine you have been drinking suddenly caught on fire inside of you.

Halsin continues, “I think you feel the same way - but tell me I’m wrong and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.”

You stare at him for a moment before you realise that he waits for your answer.

“Y-you’re not wrong, far from it”, you whisper. “I would like that very much.” You smile up at him and he takes your hand in his.

“May I kiss you?” he breathes out, relieved. You nod and he bends down to gently press his lips on yours.

His hand slides up your arm and to your back while he places his other behind your head, gently pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

You feel his tongue prodding at your lips, demanding entrance and you happily oblige. The feeling of his soft lips on yours sends you spiralling and you can’t stifle the small moan that escapes you. Halsin sends out a silent prayer to Silvanus - if that is all it takes to make you moan, what sounds do you make when he finally gets to taste you? Groaning, his hand on your back slowly wanders lower, a silent question of permission in his eyes. You press your body against his as an answer, feeling the heat radiating off his chest … and lower.

Halsins hand grips your ass firmly, making you gasp, the other joining in and hoisting you up on his hips, turning you both around and pressing your back to the wall. You cannot stop the surprised squeak that escapes your lips at the sudden movement and Halsin presses his mouth on yours to stifle it.

The feeling of the growing bulge in his pants between your legs and the low moan Halsin utters before kissing you even more vigorously sends a shiver down your spine, pressure starting to build between your thighs.

In a desperate attempt to pull him closer, your hands grip Halsin’s hair, arms, everything you can reach. But before you can lose yourself in him, Halsin releases your lips, panting, and rests his forehead against yours.

“I would very much like to continue”, he whispers, his breathing ragged and voice hoarse with desire, “but the others will expect us back and I think you would probably like a bit more privacy.” He sighs and softly kisses your hair. “I will come to your bed when the party has ended, little flower. But don’t expect much sleep”, he adds with a wicked grin. You can only nod as he gently props you back on your feet.

With your head spinning, you get back to the others, averting your eyes from the knowing smirks of Astarion and Shadowheart noticing your ruffled hair and flushed cheeks. You ignore them, trying to engage in some more conversation and one or two dances while the thought of what awaits you won’t leave your head.

When the last of the party finally bids you goodnight, you hurry to bed, awaiting Halsin. You can’t get away from the echoes of his hands on your body, heart already racing again and warmth blooming in your belly. Even if he hadn’t promised you he’d come tonight, you would’ve been unable to sleep.

A soft rustle next to your ear startles you from your thoughts and as you turn your head, you could make out Halsin’s large figure in the dark, crouching beside your bed.

He cuts you off from what you wanted to say by placing a finger on your mouth, his other hand sliding under your back and pulling you into an upright position. With your heart beating into your throat, you take the hand Halsin offers as he gently beckons you to follow him into the corridor outside of the room the party shares, then further into a small but cosy bedroom on the next floor.

The door closes with a click and before you can say anything, Halsin sweeps you up into his arms, pressing you flat against the door and capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like it burns you from the inside.

Halsin’s fresh, earthy scent floods your senses as your tongues intertwine and your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at his braids. You whine when Halsin lets go of your lips, only to gasp as he starts nibbling and placing searing kisses on your jaw while his hands squeeze your ass firmly, bringing your bodies as close together as possible.

You moan at the growing ache between your thighs but plant your small fists against his shoulders anyway, gently pushing him away a bit. Halsin’s eyes, pupils wide and dark with desire, find yours.

“What is it my heart?” he asks, voice hoarse. “Do you want me to stop?” You see no disappointment in his gaze, only worry and your heart swells at how selfless your lover is. You avert your eyes, suddenly embarrassed to tell what troubles you.

“I- I j-just wanted t-to say that … um … well, I- I have never been with someone before”, you mumble eventually, averting your gaze as you blush furiously.

“Silvanus, preserve me”, Halsin groans out before almost dropping you and stumbling backwards, trying to steady himself on the small desk opposite the bed. With wide eyes you regard what is happening before you. Halsin drops to his knees, a deep animalistic growl coming from his lips as his eyes fill with golden light and he transforms into his huge bear form.

You gasp and nearly trip over your feet in an attempt to make room for the bear before you, but the animal fills almost the entire chamber. After finally regaining his composure, Halsin manages to change back into his elf form, with a snarl and a ragged breath coming from his lips.

“Forgive me. I- lost the run of myself.” He shakes his head in disgust at his outbreak, terrified that he has ruined this precious moment with you before it could properly begin, and slowly gets back to his feet. “Sometimes, when blood runs hot enough, it’s difficult to tame the beast. And the thought of you trusting me enough to share your first time with me … well, you saw what happened”, he smiles tentatively, slowly approaching you again with hesitation in his eyes.

“Don’t apologise”, you assure him with a shy smile. “I like it.” If possible, you blush even harder now. “Maybe for another time…?” you add, fidgeting nervously with the front of your dress.

A relieved grin spreads over Halsin’s face. “You like it..?”, he chuckles. “You are full of surprises, little flower.” As he steps forward, he bends down to gently plant a kiss on your cheek, only to proceed to bite at your earlobe which elicits a delicious moan from you.

“I’m glad you think so, but now you’ve made it even harder for me not to outright devour you”, his low voice whispers in your ear. “Nevertheless, I will be gentle. Or at least I’ll try to be.” You swallow hard, arousal sending shivers down your spine.

Halsin’s arms wrap around your waist again as he kisses your jaw, your forehead and nose, until eventually his lips find yours again, his tongue ravaging you like a man starving. His hands, this time directly shoving under your dress, firmly grip your thighs. He ruts against you, growling, his now rock-hard cock pressing against the confinements of his clothing.

His fingers trail higher up, kneading your ass, then stroking the soft skin of your back before slowly wandering even higher. His touch sends jolts through your body and you can feel the heat between your legs, already nearly too much to bear.

His eyes hold an unspoken question and when you nod, Halsin lifts your dress off and brings his mouth down on one of your breasts, the hand that’s not on your back now gently kneading the other, massaging the hardened nipple between his fingers. You mewl at the sensation, impossibly more pressure building between your thighs. Halsin gently bites down at your breast, only to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the mark he made. You moan and arch your back, desperately trying to press closer against Halsin’s still overly clothed erection, wanting to feel everything of him.

He growls and his mouth begins to place kisses down your front, between your breasts, on the soft flesh of your belly until he is on his knees before you, his warm breath fanning over you and flooding you with heat.

“More?” he asks, his pupils blown wide with lust, as his thumbs brush the soft skin between your legs. “Please”, you whine, knees almost too weak to stand and your underwear already embarrassingly soaked.

Halsin wastes no time, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs, his one hand holding you in place and his other slowly -too slowly- sliding your panties down your legs. The sight of you bare and dripping with need before him almost makes him lose control again, makes him want to take you, devour you, fuck you, mark you and then fill you to the brim with his cum but with a groan he wills himself to calm down and be gentle with you. He won’t hurt you. He won’t.

He exhales deeply, lifting one of your legs up and slowly swiping his tongue through your wet folds, which earns him a choked gasp. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue starts stroking, slowly at first, then faster and with more pressure. You can’t help the way each expert swipe of his tongue makes your hips buck into his mouth as countless moans and sighs fall out of your mouth. Halsin growls in response, the vibrations around your sensitive bud making your legs shake. You can barely keep up and the coil in your belly is tightening ever faster with Halsin’s mouth sucking your clit and his tongue inside you.

“You are sweeter than honey, my heart”, he groans as his tongue presses flat against you. “Let me taste you as you come undone on my tongue.” With your mind clouded with lust, all you can do is moan out Halsin’s name and press yourself further against your lover’s mouth.

He understands anyway, now slowly dragging a thick finger through your dripping folds until he stops, teasingly pressing against your entrance. You whine, begging him to fill you, to do anything to release the overwhelming pressure between your thighs. When he finally thrusts into you, you can’t stifle the cry of pleasure that escapes your mouth. With Halsin’s finger now working your cunt open, his mouth continues its ministrations, licking and sucking your clit, soaking your legs with your slick.

With a wicked grin, Halsin inserts a second finger into your quivering hole, pushing inside over and over again, holding you firmly in place as you try to writhe away from the intense pleasure. His fingers coil upwards in response, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Please Halsin…”, you beg, toes curling and legs shaking, “I’m close- I- Oh!“

Moaning into your cunt, Halsin picks up his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue swipes over your clit again and again, bringing you closer to your end.

One more thrust with his fingers and a soft nip of his teeth against the sensitive bud between your legs is all it needs to send you spiralling over the edge. “Ha- Halsin!” you cry out, hips jerking violently and fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you with the force of a lightning bolt. He moans at the sensations of your walls contracting around his fingers, the urge to take you and feel you squeeze his cock with your needy cunt almost overwhelming him.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out and stands up, bringing you in for a passionate kiss as you still struggle to regain your breath. Tasting yourself on Halsin’s tongue pulls a small moan from you and an embarrassed heat creeps up your back at the thought of how aroused you already are again.

With a smile, Halsin pulls away. “You are amazing, little flower”, he whispers breathlessly as he picks you up and gently places you on the bed, admiring your flushed body.

If Halsin’s tongue hadn’t just turned your mind to goo, you might have been able to return that compliment, but alas-

“May I go further?” Halsin asks and when you nod he swiftly discards of his clothes, you licking your lips at the sight of the elf naked before you. Your eyes take in his form, from his muscled arms down to the soft curve of his belly and- oh gods. Your eyes widen. You didn’t think he would be that big and the thought of him filling you makes you gulp down a mixture of fear and arousal.

Attentive as always, Halsin notices your insecurity and bends down to press gentle kisses against your ear. “We don’t have to do this, my heart…”, he whispers while he rubs soothing circles into your hips. He looks at you, his expression earnest. You bite your lip, thinking for a moment before answering. “N-no, I want this”, you assure him, your voice still weak but pleading now. The way you look so sweet with your little fangs on your lips makes Halsin feral and he kisses you again, desperate and more passionate this time. He groans into the kiss as he gently spreads your legs for him, lining up his tip with your dripping slit and sliding through your soft folds before stopping just at your entrance. The sensation of his hard length so close to entering you is enough to make your head fall back, eyes squeezed shut. “If it’s getting too much, tell me and I will stop immediately”, he whispers soothingly. “Now relax for me, little flower.”

All thoughts leave your head as Halsin slides in, agonizingly slow. The stretch would be painful if your lover hadn’t prepared you so thoroughly beforehand, but now you only feel pure bliss. Raising your head, you can see that he isn’t even halfway in but gods, you feel so full already that you can’t stifle the choked gasp that escapes your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my heart. Just a little bit more- mngh-!“ Halsin’s growl sends jolts through your spine as he finally bottoms out. You can see just how much effort it takes him to hold back by the way his jaw tenses and his chest is heaving.

“By Silvanus, you’re so tight-!“ A shiver crawls down his back, carrying a wave of soft golden light with it, as Halsin’s eyes light up with his magic for a moment. The thought of how you are able to bring your lover to the precipice of losing control is extremely flattering and you feel yourself clenching around Halsin’s cock, making him grunt in response. Finally somewhat accustoming to his size, you arch your back into the mattress below you. The new angle makes you moan in pleasure as you grip the sheets for support.

“Are you still feeling good, little flower?”, Halsin asks as he slides a hand from your hip under your back to support you. You can only form one thought. “More- please Halsin!” you whine desperately. You don’t have to ask twice, with a low growl he slides out - just to knock the breath out of you with his first, hard thrust. He sets a steady pace, one that leaves you moaning and gasping out his name. Halsin takes your small hands into his, pressing them into the bed beside you to pin you down, pushing into you deep and slow while he places bites and kisses on your throat and chest that will surely leave marks come morning.

Gods, Halsin thought. The sight of your small body sprawled beneath him, split apart by his thick cock while he fucks into you relentlessly is driving him insane. He is growling with every thrust now and each one of them makes you cry out in pleasure. It doesn’t take long until he has you on the precipice of release again, your cunt fluttering around Halsin’s length.

“H- halsin- please! I’m so close!” you can only beg, not sure if you can take much more, your body feeling like it might explode. “Come for me, my heart”, Halsin demands in a gravelly voice before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing and massaging until his name leaves your lips in a hoarse cry as your orgasm hits you with full force. Your hips jerk upwards, walls clenching around Halsin as you notice the tears from the overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. He continues to pound into you, prolonging your release and muttering praises for you under his breath.

Through the fog in your mind you wonder how Halsin still has the energy to keep going, his pace unwavering while you are completely spent, gladly accepting whatever your lover has to give you as long as you’re not required to move.

So, you do not see it coming when Halsin suddenly pulls out of you, the unexpected emptiness making you whine in displeasure, only for him to flip you over and press your chest into the soft bedding while he gently raises your hips.

“I know it’s a lot right now but I need you to cum for me one more time, my heart”, Halsin huffs with a strained voice, pushing inside you once more and grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you in place. The new position lets him slide even deeper than before and you can’t help the strangled cry that leaves you when Halsin starts pounding into you again, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back with blinding pleasure.

“’s too much- please-!” you sob, your poor overstimulated clit still trying to recover from the last orgasm. But Halsin doesn’t relent and you can feel sharp pricks on your hips where his hand grips you, fingers partially wild-shaped into claws and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Seeing just how feral you drive him makes your hole clench around his shaft, the squeeze causing his hips to stutter as a grunt leaves his lips. “Silvanus preserve me”, Halsin pants as he fucks into you even faster, “if you keep squeezing me like that I will not be able to stop myself from claiming you completely, from making you mine and filling you up with my seed.”

You whimper at the image of Halsin pumping his cum into you, fucking it deep into your womb until he is sure that it has taken hold. You cannot pretend you haven’t thought about it before, the idea usually sending an embarrassed heat into your cheeks, but now - gods, now you needed it.

Completely breathless you moan, “Halsin I- ah-! please-! Fill me with your cubs!” These words were the last needed for Halsin to lose himself completely in you, driving himself into you with punishing strokes that cause you to arch yourself into him while moans and whispered curses fall from both your lips. The coil in your stomach is so tight again and when Halsin takes the hand from your hip to softly press on your lower belly you see stars. Your walls clench around Halsin’s cock and you feel him twitch inside you, a sign that he too is close to release. All it takes to send you over the edge is his finger pressed against your clit, your body shaking violently beneath him, toes curling, while waves of ecstasy course through you and you cry out his name.

With a last snap of his hips and a low moan, Halsin comes as well, twitching cock releasing hot spurts of cum inside your still fluttering walls. He continues to pump into you until the aftershocks of your shared orgasm have subsided, before he slowly pulls out. You collapse onto the mattress, exhaustion settling over your overstimulated body.

Halsin gets onto the bed with you, gently gathering you up in his arms and placing your head against his broad chest. “You’ve done so well for me, little flower”, he whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses on your face before he looks your body up and down. One of his hands comes up to stroke a strand of hair away from your damp forehead and to gently lift your chin in order to look you in the eyes. You note worry in his gaze, his brows furrowed in remorse when he plants a feather light kiss on your lips.

“I’ve hurt you”, he states. “I’m so sorry, my heart. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

You smile up at him and cuddle deeper into his arms before you shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I loved every second of it. There is no birthday present in this world that can ever match this”, you confess with a shy grin. “Although I have to admit I’m a little sore. You sure did your best to make sure I’m unable to walk tomorrow.”

Halsin chuckles. “I can help with that”, he answers with a sly smile, his free hand sliding down your body to stroke through your soft folds, muttering an incantation under his breath. As the familiar glow of the healing spell engulfs his fingers, you feel a rush of warmth where he touches you. A moan escapes your lips before you could stop it, eliciting a mischievous smirk from your lover as you hide your face against his chest in embarrassment.

“I’d be happy to go again, my love, but I think you need some rest first. Besides, we still have an Elderbrain to kill, so we’ll need our strength tomorrow.” You nod at that, the tiredness in your bones leaving you unable to object, even if you had wanted to. But you know he is right, so when Halsin wraps a blanket around you to carry you to the bathroom, you just relax into his chest, the sound of his steady breathing soothing you.

When the bathtub is filled with warm water, you are already half asleep, barely registering that Halsin is gently cleaning you up, rinsing the sweat from your hair and body and rubbing salve over the bite marks and the bruises on your hips once you are dry again.

You can hear the soft snores and deep breathing from your companions when Halsin brings you back into the room you share, all of them already fast asleep. Absentmindedly you wonder how long you and Halsin have been away, but the thought is gone as soon as Halsin places you on your bed.

“Goodnight, my little flower. Sleep well.” He gives you a kiss and turns to leave. You manage to grab his hand before he does, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stay with me tonight?” you mumble sleepily. Halsin smiles, warmth and adoration filling his chest as he carefully climbs next to you, the bedframe creaking slightly with his additional weight, and wraps his arms around your smaller figure. The thought of how your companions might react in the morning seeing you two in one bed briefly crosses your mind, but Halsin’s steady breathing and the soft pulse of his heart against your back soon drown out anything else as you drift to sleep in his warm embrace.

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Part 2 is here now!

#bg3 #halsin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 halsin #baldurs gate 3 #halsin silverbough #halsin bg3 #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #halsin smut #halsin fluff #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic

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peachhcs · 4 months

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the soft launch (more like hard launch) → social media post

hughes!sister x will smith au

hi! here’s the first post for my new au :) i figured this is a great way to introduce samy as well as her dynamic with everyone else. i’ll be posting more actual fics soon, but also please comment or send me what else you’d like to see for them!!

ps. all of these photos are from pinterest/instagram

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samyhughes semester 1 has my heart <3

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lauren11 BAE I LOVE YOU!!

| samyhughes I LOVE YOU!!!!!

hannahduke HELL YEAH UMICH!

| samyhughes ROLL WOLVES! 🐺

user1 THE YOUNGEST HUGHES IS IN COLLEGE ALREADY???

user2 WAIT WHO IS THIRD PIC??😦

dylanduke25 can’t believe you’re roommates with my little sister i feel like this is so full circle??

| samyhughes LMAOO i feel you dyl

| lhughes_06 ur telling me

edwards.73 casually posting a pic of someone holding a high noon and then proceeds to make caption first semester which means your underage 😐😐

| samyhughes ok mom

markestapa WOOOOOO so glad ur at umich with us!

| samyhughes remember when you cried when luke told u i was coming to michigan?

| markestapa now why would u say that on the internet

colecaufield MICHIGAN MICHIGAN MICHIGAN!

| jackhughes why are you giving this energy to my little sister? 😐

| colecaufield bc i want to??

jackhughes wait a minute the 3rd pic…where is his mouth…

| samyhughes umm..

user3 luke’s michigan friends are literally her second brothers AHHHH

user4 wait who isss the guy in the 3rd pic???? she has a bf???

user5 we lost another one boys 😭

jacob_fowler24 michigan shit 🔛🔝

| samyhughes what does this even mean??

ryan.leno_4 still shoulda come to boston

| samyhughes sorry lean u should of come to michigan 🤷‍♀️

aram_minnetian okay hard launch

| samyhughes what i do best ☺️

_quinnhughes STOP STEALING MY HATS WTF

| samyhughes NO

lhughes_06 this post gets a rating of 2/10 because 1. there’s underage drinking and that’s a no no 2. his mouth is on your boob 3. i just don’t like this post

| samyhughes alright. 🫠

user6 mouth placement??????

user7 istg if that’s will smith i’m losing it

user8 her and will dating makes so much sense omg

graceccsmith so cute samy!!

| samyhughes thanks gracie!! i miss you

_willvote my man made the gram!

| samyhughes ok expose me

gabeperreault44 GET REKTTTTTTTT

| samyhughes gabe i swear 😭

_willsmith2 hi buddy i miss you

| samyhughes hi smitty i miss you too come visit me soon

user9 ^^^^ NAHH it’s so will smith

| user10 THEYRE SO ADORABLE AWWW

| user11 childhood best friends to lovers pipeline is so real

_willsmith2 looking good beantown

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gabeperreault44 good stuff good stuff

| _willsmith2 thanks gp

ryan.leno_4 everyone’s hard launching i see

| _willsmith2 oops

user1 THIS IS FOR SURE SAMY I KNOW IT

graceccsmith so cute will 🥰

| _willsmith2 thanks g😀

jacob_fowler24 damn it when is will gonna hard launch me???

| _willsmith2 next time i promise 😫

aram_minnetian ok we get it u have a gf

| _willsmith2 😀😀

user2 AHHHHHHHHHHH WILL AND SAMY CONFIRMED????

user3 them being best friends before this makes this so much better too

user4 someone get them on a podcast or some shit so we can get the backstory!!!

user5 they’re very golden retriever and golden retriever energy

_willvote i hope i’m invited to the wedding in like 10 years

| _willsmith2 ur 1 on the list

hannahduke WHEN HE POSTS HER >>>

| ryan.leno_4 she’s so lucky fr

| samyhughes 😙😙

edwards.73 invading the bf comments hi bf

| _willsmith2 hi ethan

| user6 THEY ALREADY KNOW HIM????? SHDJDJ

markestapa i was summoned and now i see why

| user7 LMAOOO i love mark and ethan

user8 mark and ethan are very big brother being protective core while samy’s at umich bc her actual brothers aren’t there

trevorzegras i am here too

| user9 LMAO TREVOR??!

lhughes_06 looking good so far smitty

| _willsmith2 thanks luke 🤝

jackhughes i’m still looking at u bc of that one pic on my sister’s post…suspicious…

| _willsmith2 pls forgive me jack it was an honest mistake

user10 THE BROTHERS ARE SO FUNNY LDJDJDKS

user11 i’m sure will’s scared of all these boys acting like samy’s big brother

elblue06 so cute will!

| _willsmith2 thanks mama hughes!

| user12 HE CALLS HER MOM ALREADY??!!!

| user13 well she is like his 2nd mom bc their families are so close. i think he calls her that regardless of him dating her daughter LMAO

dylanduke25 found out samy has a bf when i saw this post on my little sister’s feed :/

| samyhughes LMAO sorry dylan

_quinnhughes see you during the holidays!

| _willsmith2 can’t wait to come back to michigan!

rutgermcgroarty 😦😦😦 baby hughes has a bf??? and it’s the 4th overall pick from the nhl draft?

| user14 my exact reaction

samyhughes looks like i’ve taught u well🫡

| _willsmith2 i only learn from the best

this is so long my bad but i just love writing the comments for these LOL

#hughes!sister x will smith au #samy hughes #samy x will #will smith x oc #will smith hockey #will smith imagine #boston college hockey #boston college #umich hockey #uofmichigan #umichsoccer #gabe perreault #ryan leonard

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Cherry | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Santa, Baby (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Sooooooooo this fic was supposed to come on December 23, but I procrastinated with it and didn’t end up finishing it until yesterday, and I don’t want to wait until next year to post because I’d put money on it that I’d forget. And it’s still December, so it counts. Enjoy :)

Summary: You want to do something on the sexier side to surprise Matt at Christmastime, but you don’t know how he’d take it. When Matt takes an unexpected night off from vigilantism, you put your plan into motion.

Warnings: Fluff (established couple, soft domestic sweetness, kisses), smut (holiday themed sexy outfits, oral - m and f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie), swearing

Other Characters: Karen Page (Karen x Frank)

Word Count: 3,809

“Hey,” you say with a smile as you open the door, the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page on the air of the quiet side of things for what you know has been a busy week for the trio.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” Matt smiles, taking a few steps forward from Karen’s desk to meet you in the middle of the reception area.

“I cut work early to run some errands and I was passing by, so I thought I’d pop up,” you hum, placing a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.

“Well, I don’t want to be a bummer, but I gotta go to court soon for a discovery hearing.”

“It’s okay, Matt. I actually came here to ask Karen a question.”

Surprised little “oh”s escape both of their lips, turning toward one another one shock.

“I guess I’ll leave you to it. See you at home, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Matty. You’ll do great,” you say with a kiss to his cheek, waiting as he grabs his jacket and makes it out of the office.

“So what’s up?” Karen asks with a smile as she sits on her desk, and you move to match her body language.

“Well, I had an idea, but I don’t know if I should see it through,” you explain. “See, I wanted to do something for Matt for Christmas, but I don’t know if he’d get his knickers in a twist. I mean, I already got his present—which has been hell to hide from Mr. Super Senses—but I want to do a little something more for him.”

“Like what?”

You feel your cheeks burn hot, suddenly a little embarrassed. You don’t know why you are—you’ve talked to Karen about this kind of stuff plenty of times before, and she has to you. You just have that kind of bond and friendship.

“Well, there was a really cute Santa babydoll dress that I was thinking of getting, but I don’t know if that’d be weird for Matt—making Christmas sexy like that.”

“He’s never hinted around anything in that sphere?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I guess I can understand where that might be an odd thing on different fronts. Making something that shouldn’t be sexy sexy, and then the religious element.”

“So it’s a bad idea then, huh?”

“Maybe that one specifically, but I’m sure there’s another. It’s fun to do sexy holiday things like that. Frank and I love doing them.”

“You do?” you smirk.

“That’s a story for another time with lots of wine,” she laughs. “But I’d look for other options, you know? If anything, Christmas and Valentine’s Day are perfect for something like that because of the softer fabrics, and I know Matt has a thing about that. Just poke around. I can even go shopping with you, if you want.”

“I’ll browse, and if I can’t find anything, we can look together. I’m assuming you’re trying to do something with Frank?”

She blushes deeply. “Yeah. But he doesn’t have a thing too much about Santa, so maybe send me the link for that babydoll?”

You laugh loudly in the quiet office. “Sure thing, Kare.”

As you dry the dishes from dinner, you feel Matt slip his arms around your middle, pressing you flush against his back and holding you close, his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I think I’m gonna stay in tonight,” Matt whispers against your skin. “It’s chilly out.”

“The Devil is scared of a little wind chill?” you smile, trying and failing to turn around in Matt’s grip from behind.

“He likes it a little warmer.“

“Poor thing,” you pout, craning your head to the side, giving him a kiss on the side of the nose. “You’d never survive New England winters.”

“Good thing we live in the best city in the world.”

“You know what I think?”

“Lay it on me, sweetheart.”

“I think my big strong devil is a snuggly, needy, softy. In all the best ways.”

“Me? Needy?”

“We’re all a bit needy, Matty. You, for example, need me.”

“That’s the understatement of the century,” he smiles, letting you turn around in his grip, holding the side of his face and kissing him properly.

“Well, I need you, too, so we’re perfect for one another. And, you’re my human radiator. Blankets don’t stand a chance against my man.”

“Can I get that in writing?” he smiles, his hands on your waist spinning you around to he can give you a kiss.

“Sure thing, baby,” you mutter against his lips.

“Let me put these away.”

“Dish duty is on me tonight. Don’t mess with the system, Matty.”

“Can the system go out the window for one night?”

“My creature of habit wanting to throw routine out of the window?”

“C’mon, angel.”

You lean forward once more, your lips meeting softly once more as you moan into the kiss.

“Okay,” you whisper, running your hands down his arms, moving from between the kitchen counter and his body and onto the couch.

Grabbing your laptop off of the coffee table, you whip it open and weed through your emails, deleting the copious and redundant notifications from different stores regarding sales, special memberships, and the like. Shortly after, Matt makes his way from the kitchen to the seat next to you, returning your computer to where you initially picked it up before he slides you into his lap.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your neck.

“Hi Matty,” you hum, snuggling into him. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“What do you want to do? We can pop in a movie, play a game—.”

“You didn’t bring any work home?” you ask, surprised that’s night is completely free—including his Deviling duties.

“Not tonight. I wanted to focus just on you tonight.”

“Mm, that’s sweet.”

“What do you have in mind for tonight, angel?”

You let out a sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder, thinking about the different cozy home activities you could do together when a thought crosses your mind.

“I guess tonight is a good of night as ever,“ you hum.

“Angel?”

“I have an idea, but it’s a surprise.”

“You’ve managed to keep a surprise a secret?”

“Rude,” you chuckle, kissing his cheek as you move to turn and straddle his lap. “You stay right there, Mr. Murdock. And you swear to me on my boobs that you won’t use your senses to try and ruin my surprise.”

“You want me to swear on your boobs?”

“You know you love them. Swear on their softness that you won’t spoil the surprise.”

With a cheeky smirk, he spreads his large hands against your waist.

“I swear I won’t—,” he says into your right boob through your sweater with a kiss, mirroring the action on the other breast, “—ruin your surprise.”

“Thank you,” you hum, running your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead before you get up, moving to the bedroom and closing the sliding door. Moving to your side of the bed, you pull out a box from underneath mattress, moving to slide on the satin bra and panty set you got from a local boutique. With the bra straps on properly, you tie the long satin tails that act as cups into a nice big bow, mimicking the motion for the ties that are on the hips of the matching panties. Whipping your head up and down to revitalize your hair from the day, you take a deep breath before you open the door, expecting to see Matt on the sofa.

“Matt?” you call as you move into the living space, looking around as you try to find where your boyfriend disappeared to into the apartment. “Matt, where ar—?”

“I need you to help me figure something out, sweetheart. Were you naughty or nice this year?”

Turning around in the dark apartment, your eyes finally focus at the top of the roof access staircase. In all his glory, Matt leans with a smirk against the old brick, bare chested with Santa pants of all things hanging low on his hips, the suspenders on the waist leaning haphazardly down, while a red fuzzy hat sits on his head.

“Your heart rate is telling me you might have made the naughty list this year, angel,” he says as his smirks grows, slowly descending the steps.

“N-No,” you stutter. “I’m just . . . Surprised by the outfit.”

“Why?”

The incoherent stutters that fall from your lips only make Matt laugh as he makes his way over to you, resting his hands on your waist and pulling you in for a kiss before resting his forehead on yours.

“Too much?” he whispers, his thumbs moving back and forth on your skin.

“No, not at all,” you tell him. “Like I said, I’m just surprised.”

“Why?” he tries again.

“I didn’t know how you’d be about sexy Santa. Actually, I didn’t know how you’d feel about making anything Christmas related sexy.”

“Well, it’s a little odd. The pants are really nice and soft, though. And, the way I look at it, we’re not making the root of Christmas sexy, just a commercial element sexy. Now, let Santa unwrap his gift,” he whispers, his voice at a dangerously rich and gravely timbre, his hands slipping down over the globes of your ass, squeezing the exposed flesh.

“Mm, but I thought patience helps you get on the nice list?” you hum as you begin to place slow kisses onto his chest, pulling him by his dangling suspenders to keep him close as you step back toward the bedroom. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

“Virtue, suggestion,” he chuckles, moving his hands up to the side of your face to kiss you. “Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you smile against his lips as he lies you down on the mattress, pillows at your head. “Open me up, Matty.”

“Mm, thank you, sweetheart,” he hums, his large hands gliding across the surface of your thighs and spreading you open, allowing him to get closer into your body. As his hands move up, his thumbs swipe against the satin of my bra. “It’s such a pretty bow. Hate to ruin it.”

“I can guarantee you, the things underneath it are prettier and softer.”

Matt lets out a soft “Ah”, his smile growing wide on his tender expression before he kisses you, pressing soft embraces down from your lips to your neck, and finally to your chest before his teeth take hold of the ribbon’s tail and gently tug it undone. You let out a little gasp, partially from the cool air of the loft, partially from the way the satin drags along the sensitive skin. Instead of using his hands like you expect, Matt nuzzles his nose against the fleshy mounds, placing little kisses all over the supple skin. You moan softly as he embraces your breasts, leaving no centimeter of the skin untouched, his lips desperately chasing the fatty flesh as it moves around. You gasp when you feel his large, calloused fingers graze the side of your breast as his mouth catches the other one between his lips, sucking at the nipple.

“So good, Matty,” you whine, the hot breath through his nose fanning over your chest as he opens his eyes and tilts his head up, working to lock eyes with yours. The Santa hat remains on his head, but only slightly. “Baby . . .”

Matt slowly pulls off of your nipple, moving to leave wet kisses all over the rest of your chest and up your neck.

“Can I unwrap the rest of my gift, angel?” he gravels, his beard scratching against your skin.

“Of course, Matty. But there’s something I’d like to do first?”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you switch your positions on the mattress, letting the bra slide down your arms and off of your body. As you flick it to the side, you move down Matt’s body, grazing your fingertips along his pants, slowly moving to peel them off of his body. He lifts his hips up in an effort to help, letting you slide the velvety fabric off so it can join your bra on the floor. But before you can bend down and take hold of Matt’s rock-hard cock, he stops you.

“Hold on, angel,” Matt hushes. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion as he twists to the side and rummages through his bedside drawer. When he lays his back back down, you have to work not to laugh at the sight before your eyes.

“You are a stupendous dork,” you laugh, your smile so bright it lessens your view of him.

“What? It’s Christmas rules—kiss what’s under the mistletoe,” he smirks as he dangles a fake sprig of the weed over his semi-hard cock.

“Well, I can’t upset Christmas rules,” you chuckle, kissing his tip and all the way down to the base, repeating the motions all over his length. Somewhere in your process, the mistletoe doesn’t get held as high before it’s eventually on the ground with out other pieces of clothes.

“(Y/N),” he breathes.

“Yeah, Matty?” you murmur against his base by the patch of small, dark curls on his skin. “Can I suck you off, Matty? There’s no more mistletoe.”

“I need your lips around me, angel. Please.”

With a long lick, you bring your lips back up to the tip and slowly take him in your mouth, having to be conscious of his girth. Each bob of my head brings you down a bit farther on his length until you’re roughly an inch and a half shy of taking him all the way.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good,” he praises as he gathers up your hair, making sure you don’t swallow any of your locks as you go up and down. “So good for me, angel.”

The head of his cock his the soft flesh of the back of your throat, coating it with his salty precum, the movements only making you gag slightly. He helps you create opportunities to readjust as you go down on him, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable as you work. As you breathe through your nose, you bring your hands down to fondle Matt’s heavy sack, making sure he’s thoroughly taken care of. Between your hand and your mouth, you can feel every last ridge and vein that will bring Matt pleasure, and you briefly wonder if this is even a fraction of what Matt feels—being able to sense every last thing around him. Maybe you just know his body well enough. Whatever it may be, Matt guides you up and off of him by your hair, allowing a long line of saliva to connect from his dick to your chin. He pulls you into a a deep kiss, the embrace wet, needy, and sloppy with passion. As you straddle his waist while out tongues go back and forth, you can’t help but grind into his gorgeously defined muscles, spreading the slick pooling in your satin panties all over the fabric. Matt’s hands slide down to the globes of your ass, squeezing the flesh before giving both cheeks a firm smack, the sound echoing in the spacious bedroom as the sting spreads across your skin. You bite down on his lip as you kiss as response, which only makes Matt moan into your mouth, repeating the movement with his hands once more before he leans forward, your back returning to the mattress while his hands slide around to spread your legs wide.

“Do you want me to eat with your panties on, angel?” he teases as he kisses and marks up your inner thighs. “Would you like that, angel? Or do you want my mouth on your pussy and my fingers in you?”

“It wouldn’t be much of a present if you didn’t unwrap the rest of it,” you hum, biting your bottom lip as you watch him worship your inner thighs.

Dragging his fingertips up the sides of your legs, he finds the bows and pulls them undone, his hands sliding your hips up so you’re slightly off of the mattress. He grasps your panties with his teeth and slides it away from your body, only briefly removing his hands from your legs to take the fabric and throw it aside. His large, calloused digits are quick to move back between your legs, two of his fingers grazing and expertly parting your soaked lips. Matt brings his mouth close to your core, enough for you to practically feel his lips on you, only for him to hover just far enough away from you. He lets out a shallow breath from his mouth, pulling a sound that is part wanton moan, part erotic pornography sounds from you, as he coats your heat with his. When he is satisfied with his work, his lips wrap right around your swollen clit, gently sucking as his tongue slips in every now and then while he works.

“Fuck,” you choke out as he devours you, his beard tickling and scratching at your thighs. “Matthew!”

He just hums into you, sliding two fingers into your core while his other hand wraps around your hips to keep you down as your body begins to writhe and buck uncontrollably. He moans into your dripping cunt, which only makes you cry out into the room louder. Matt moves his tongue and mouth faster while his fingers tickle and scratch your inner spongy walls as his mouth rips a violent orgasm from you. You scream out at the top of your lungs as your body arches off the mattress, an entire sheen of sweat spreading over your skin as Matt relentlessly drags out your orgasm until the contracting muscles of your uterus physically hurt.

“Matty, Matty, oh God, Matt,” you groan, sounding like a woman possessed as he pulls his fingers out of you and releases your clit from his mouth, a line of slick connecting your core to his lips before licking his fingers clean and giving the swollen bundle of nerves a few gentle kisses. Matt places a few kisses on your inner thighs before going straight up your body and to your lips, holding your face in his hands as you kiss one another deeply and passionately.

“More, Matty,” you moan into his lips, pulling at his bottom lip between your teeth. “This gift isn’t over til you cum, baby.”

Matt laughs so warm and happily, it’s like the sun is in the bedroom.

“Whatever you say, angel. You are the gift giver, after all,” he affirms, his lips puckering all along your collarbone.

“Tell me how you want it, Matt. What position do you want, Matty?”

Matt licks a long line up your neck to the shell of your ear, his Santa hat no longer perched atop his head.

“I want you under me, on your back, your legs as far up as they can go, while I fuck you over and over,” Matt whispers in your hear, his voice deep and seductive in its commanding tone. “Can you do that for me, angel?”

“Yes, Matthew,” you breathe.

“Good girl,” he tells me with a harsh squeeze on my hips, his hands sliding back around your legs and bringing them as high up and as close to your chest as your body will allow. Matt slaps his cock repeatedly on your slick, swollen lips before he holds his dick steady as he pushes in, the angle of your legs making everything tighter and making you feel everything on a new level, making the feeling so extraordinary and increasing the pleasure. Bent in half like this, Matt easily hits your back wall and has no problem pounding into you over and over once he gets the angle just right. His strong arms help hold your legs in place, his hands cradling your neck, thumb on your cheeks as he brings his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply and repeatedly as he hits the special spongey spot in you again and again. Your hands grip his muscly arms, pressing little red and angry half-moon shapes of your fingernails into his fair and hairy skin.

“So fucking good, angel,” he grunts into your mouth. “Fuck, s’tight and wet.”

“God, you’re so big!” you whine.

“God isn’t here, angel. Just me, my cock, and your tight cunt.”

“Ma—aahhh! Just like that, Matty, right there!”

The way that Matt’s pelvis slams into the back of your thighs is insane, hitting every right spot over and over again as you start to see stars.

“Sounds like you’re close again, angel,” he grunts. “Are you gonna cum for me again?”

“Mmm!” you whine.

“Words, babygirl.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out.

“Squeeze my cock, angel. Cum for me.”

With one more hard thrust in just the right spot, you have another earth-shattering orgasm at the hands of your boyfriend. His grunts and the way his hips begin to falter tell you that he’s not going to last much longer if he keeps snapping his hips like that.

“S-Stay inside me,” you beg, holding onto his shoulders. “Fu—Cum inside me.”

Matt’s face contorts, his mouth hanging open and his brows furrowing in pleasure as he moans loudly, hitting deep and releasing his large load. You lie on the bed panting, impossibly close to one another as you both come back down to earth from your cosmic highs.

“Holy shit,” you breathe before you tilt your chin up and press a kiss to his pink, swollen lips.

“I know,” he chuckles with a little grin.

With a few more kisses, he leans back and pulls out to unfold you. As he does, you can feel his cum dribble out of your hole.

“Fuck, that smells nice, you and me together like that” Matt breathes as his thumbs rubs back and forth on your legs. “You’re so beautiful, angel.”

“You’re not bad yourself, there, Murdock.” Taking his hand in yours, you pull him back down on the mattress with you. “Did you like your gift?”

“I loved it,” he smiles, rolling into you for a kiss.

“I mean, I still have an actual gift for you, not just amazing sex.”

“Aw, you shouldn’t have,” he teases. “I love you.”

“I love you more. But I do have a question, though.”

“Mm?”

“Do you think we just got ourselves put on the naughty list for all of that?”

The room is silent before you both burst out in laughter and snuggle into one another.

“I think an exception can be made for us—we were doing something nice for one another.”

“A lawyer through and through, you are.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

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Pancakes Solve Everything (Spencer Reid x Reader)

This is a part of the christmas exchange! This is a gift for @c-m-stuff I hope you like it! @cmgiftexchange

Happy holidays! I hope you like it, this is the first thing I’ve written in a hot minute and the first fic I’ve posted in ages aha! Also, I hope you don't mind, it came out a little more gender neutral aha

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk-ish (not really),

You sigh, running a hand over your face as you turn to Spencer. “I'm worried about Olivia,”

Spencer paused his making of his coffee and turned to you. “Me too.”

You look at him, dark rings around his eyes, hair slightly messier than usual. The stress made him look a few years older.

“I don't think that Ryder is a good influence,” You said, grabbing your favourite mug from the cupboard. “She's changed since they started dating.”

“I know. I had Garcia look him up but she couldn't find anything.” Spencer admitted.

“You ran a background check?” You asked with a soft laugh.

“Hey, I want to know who our daughter is dating.” Spencer said. “Besides, nothing came up. Yet… I've asked her to dig a little deeper.”

You huff a small laugh, “And if nothing turns up on Garcia's deep dive?”

“It has to be him.” Spencer says, shaking his head. “She was fine until she went to college and met him,”

“Don't get me wrong, we all partied in college- well, you didn't, you were like nine though so that doesn't count-”

“Hey, I was fourteen-”

“Nine, fourteen, same thing,” You shrugged, “But anyway, we all party in college, but it was supposed to settle down and, well… it's not settling.”

Spencer sighed, resuming his coffee making. “I think we need to talk to her,”

As if on cue, your daughter stumbles through the front door. Drunk. “Hey guys,” She says, giving a small wave as she continues to stumble pass you.

“Maybe when she’s sober,” You said, turning back to your husband - who gives a tight nod. “I’ll help her into bed - but I expect you to be getting the pancake mix out of the cupboard while I do so.”

“You got it Chef,” Spencer says with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you made your way to your daughter’s bedroom. Whilst she didn’t live here during college, you made sure to leave her room so she could come back during holidays and after college - if that was what she wanted.

You gently knocked on the door, “Olivia? Honey?” You call out gently. With yet another sigh, you open the door.

Your daughter was already asleep, face down on her bed, still in the clothes she left in last night. You decide to take her shoes off first, placing them at the foot of the bed. You then place a pillow under her head and a blanket over her body. Next was grabbing the trash can from her bathroom and placing it close to her at the side of her bed. With one last look at your daughter, you head back into the kitchen, leaving the door slightly open in case she needs anything.

“She’s out for the count,” You said, plucking your now full mug from the counter.

“Already?”

“She was already asleep when I got there,” You say, taking a sip. Spencer shot you a worried look. “It’s alright, Spence, we’ll sort this out. She’ll be okay,”

“I don’t think she should be with Ryder anymore. I know she’s an adult, but…”

“But you’re her dad and you can’t help but worry?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips, despite the situation. “I know. We’ll sort it out, I promise.”

“I know we will,”

Your daughter woke up a few hours later, walking into the room silent but groggy as she poured herself a cup of coffee - sitting down at the breakfast bar. You and Spencer shared a look as you rose to sit opposite her.

“Olivia? We need to talk-”

“I think I need help,” Olivia said softly, cutting you off. “I- I don’t think I want to act like this anymore and I think I need help in stopping,”

Spencer nods, “That’s good, it’s good that you’re reaching out,” Spencer replied, taking her hand softly, giving it a small squeeze. “We’re you’re parents, we’re here to help you,”

“Thank you,”

“We’re here for you, every step of the way,” You said placing your hand on her arm, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Olivia said with a small sniff. There was a moment of silence, “I think I should break up with Ryder,”

You both nod, “Whatever you think you need to do for you, sweetie,” You say, voice soothing.

“You guys aren’t mad?”

“You’re an adult, Olivia, but you’re young and we all make mistakes, we all fall down rabbit holes, it’s about accepting help to climb back out,” Spencer says.

“Your father always has such a way with words,” You joked lightly, Spencer and Olivia both huffing small laughs. “Right, who wants pancakes?”

"Pancakes?" Spencer raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, pancakes. They solve everything."

"I can't really argue with that one," Spencer says with a nod.

Soon enough, you were all sat with a mound of pancakes each.

“Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” Olivia asks nervously.

“Yeah, you did way too many pancakes,” Spencer nodded.

Olivia huffed a small laugh, “I meant about the whole acting crazy at college thing, but you did go overboard with the pancakes.”

“Hey, I stress Cook, leave me be.” You laughed. “And we can talk about the college thing whenever you'd like, if that's right now, we can talk now. If that's after pancakes, we can talk after pancakes.”

“Is now okay?” She asks softly.

“Of course.”

“I want to break up with Ryder.” She says, twirling her fork. “I've been wanting to break up with him for a while, but I've been… worried about about it.”

“What's made you worried, sweetheart?” Spencer asked.

“I don't want to be alone,” Olivia says, “I know that sounds stupid-”

“It doesn't sound stupid at all.” You're quick to reassure her. “You're young, you're learning. Your Uncle Derek running into a door and forgetting to kick it is stupid. You're experiencing the world as an adult for the first time.”

Olivia and Spencer both huffed a laugh at the reminder of Derek. “I'll tell him that at work on Monday,” Spencer teases.

“Yeah? Also tell him that he may be your work husband but you're my actual husband so he needs to stop stealing you for cases,”

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naffeclipse · 5 months

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hi! sorry to bug you, but I has a question on how you make aus and stuff! (pls direct me to a post if you’ve already answered my questions :>)

how do you come up with your au concepts? and how do you not get burnt out on them super quick? does writing ever get really hard when making your fics? and how do you usually combat that? (as a writer I struggle with focusing on one project and hopping onto the next thing). I could use some tips on how you go about developing and going through the process of making fic and ideas without giving up in the beginning ^-^’

ty for your time, if you’re reading this! have a good day!

Heya! Okay, I'll answer these as best as I can!

how do you come up with your au concepts?

Mostly from inspiration, things I like, and things I would like to see cobbled together in a fic. It's just whatever strikes me! Keep creating and keep creating—it's like working out a muscle. The more you do it, the stronger you are at it. Though you should know that not all the au concepts I have are good or shareable, but all that matters is that I keep creating things I like and playing around with fun concepts.

how do you not get burnt out on them super quick?

Mostly by taking it slow and easy. I think it's simple to get burnt out on creative projects if you hit them too hard or fast like you're guzzling water—of course, you're gonna get sick of it super fast. If you sip at it slowly, bit by bit, it's easier to digest. I suppose I do that by stretching it out so it's much more manageable.

does writing ever get really hard when making your fics?

Absolutely. Writing is the hardest thing I've ever done and the most rewarding. Of course, I get discouraged, insecure, stuck, and lost in my writing. Sometimes I don't know what to do. I just keep going though, and don't stop.

and how do you usually combat that?

Mostly by taking a breather, stepping away, and asking for a second opinion. Usually, that hard place I'm stuck in isn't actually as bad as I thought it was the next day or after getting some feedback on it.

(as a writer I struggle with focusing on one project and hopping onto the next thing)

Something that helps is making sure the fic is something you're passionate about—make sure you're creating for yourself, out of your enjoyment. Also, having a set goal and outline is really helpful with completing projects, especially if it's a big fic. It keeps you on track and helps guide you when you get stuck or lost. Another thing is reminding yourself why you're writing it, whether it's for a specific scene at the end, you want to tell this story or any other motivation. Keep falling in love with it and keep working on it, bit by bit. I should also say it's okay if your attention slips. Usually, when I feel like I'm getting antsy and my focus is shifting to something else, I'll write a drabble or put that idea down on paper to get it out of my system, then return to whatever I need to complete. Stay dedicated and disciplined. You'll make it.

#writing advice #i hope this helps #it's mostly what works for me though #so make it works for you too and if it doesn't that's okay

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hornystiel · 2 months

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once again seeing shit on twt and i saw it here multiple times too and i just have to say

the passage that 'you write/draw/make edits for yourself in the first place and it's fun as it is!!! and you shouldn't want attention or gratification!! otherwise you're somehow a bad person!!' - sucks ass

i'll hide the rest but i want to write it all down because it's been bothering me for a while

it may be surprising for many but many published and famous authors also write because of money it brings them? and fame? and recognition? shocker right. yes, not only because of this (tho some do it mostly because of all of the above and that's why many books are shit yes come at me bro tell me i'm no critic etc etc idc) same with artists etc. and it's okay people have no problemo with it, it's actually expected for them to get paid and praised. another example - youtubers. they create shit, they are monetized, they have income etc and yet i think you heard them say at least once 'i'll release the next vid once the previous one reaches ~~~likes and comments'. and again it's nothing really. it's always your choice whether to buy that book, see that film, watch that vid, leave that comment and like. you do it or you don't

in fandom we do everything for free (i'm not talking about commissions) and yet when many creative people ask to simply reblog our stuff for it to be seen because it's how tumblr functions - we're met with the whole ass lecture that we can't Demand anything from people, and that well if you don't get shit then you're not as good because greatness always finds a way, and basically we should be grateful for what we have and shut it. it's like a Scandal every time this topic is brought up. how dare. feels like i'm running here with a gun pointed to their heads and shout at them to reblog my stuff or else. and then those same people and many others are surprised there's lack of content except screencaps and texts we've all seen a hundred times and that people left for other places and fandoms

if i wanted to create only for myself i would've never posted anything here or on any other platform. why should i, i'm only satisfying myself, right. fun! but it so happens that i also want connection with fandom, and yes, boo me, i want attention and maybe even praise sometimes. and that isn't some vile thing to want. we are all humans and we thrive on such things and yes nobody suffered from a good comment or a reblog with excited shouting

and surprise, when i see that my stuff is doing well and people reach out and people are happy or sad or just experience the emotions i wanted from them - i want to make more things quicker and i want to progress and i want to share. double win

nobody owes anybody here. you don't want to engage at all? it's your right i won't hunt you down. really, i will make my stuff regardless, it's just i don't owe anybody here either and i can choose to share only with those who are interested? and way more popular people can do the same? because why spend the energy if people only consume things silently or just glance at it and scroll down and get real defensive about their right to only like stuff on the reblogging site. dw i won't do it i'm too much of an attention whore for it and i'm not afraid to admit it. anyway it's not a ~threat~, i'm simply stating that people who create stuff can do whatever they want with it, they created it for free, 'for themselves in the first place' and you can't get deathly offended when some of them move places, change fandom just because they get what they always wanted from it, remove their stuff or lock the next chapters of a fic for the people they want to see it, especially if you were a silent spectator this whole time

idk i'm not going anywhere really with this i'm just mad how we really are 'content creators' in the eyes of many. only here to throw up our 'content' - art, fics, edits, gifs - for it to be consumed silently in some abyss, reposted, stolen, and be grateful not to be eaten by it

#fandom #thoughts in words #drawing #writing

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Hi there! This is my first request here and uh.. I really like your stuff... 👉👈..

I was wondering if it would be okay to ask for your interpretation or a story thing on erasermic (accidentally) adopting a very shy, and light self harming/deprecating deaf kid?

If it's not too much to ask!! I don't know how to do this I don't wish to over step ^^'''

Thank you ^^

You’ll Fit Right In - EraserMic

A/N: Man I am such a sucker for erasermic comfort!! So, hello! I’m really glad you like my writings! And I’m so glad you requested this because I love writing for erasermic but I basically trauma dump in every erasermic fic I post (including the one I’ve been working on in my free time…). I hope you really like this one!

Warnings: bad childhood, sh, self-deprecation

Aizawa and Hizashi weren't planning on adopting another child. They already had Shinsou, afterall, and Eraserhead was listed as one of Eri’s guardians, so she was around from time to time. But they couldn’t resist bringing you into their home.

You had a past much like Eri’s, except instead of being experimented on by a group of villains, you had been experimented on by the Commission. They wanted to try and create the perfect hero, but in the end they only messed up your quirk and caused you to go deaf. Hizashi and Aizawa were on the team that was sent in to rescue you. If you were honest, the only reason you went with them was because Hizashi knew JSl, and he was able to communicate with you way better than the Commission ever could.

When the two heroes found out you had no remaining relatives, they immediately asked for adoption papers. You tried to tell them that they didn’t have to keep you around, but they wouldn’t have it. They explained that they didn’t want to throw you to some foster home who didn’t know how to care for you, and that they already had experience handling situations like this.

So here you were, living with Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Shinsou, with the occasional visit from Eri. As expected, there were some bumps and setbacks. You were very shy, and meeting so many new people at once stressed you out. You went from living in a small, sectioned off room the size of a storage closet to a house with your own giant bed room that you could decorate any way you wanted. You sat down every meal with your new family, and eventually you had to get to know them.

Aizawa was the first one to notice your scars. You were sitting next to him on the couch as he graded papers. You had a cat in your lap, petting it gently as you read a book. Some would say Aizawa looked over at the wrong time, but he’d argue otherwise. The cat in your lap was pushing up the hem of your sleeve, and the teacher beside you could see thin, angry, red lines along your arm.

It startled him at first, and then it didn’t. He should have figured you would result in something like this. He tried so hard to make sure Eri didn’t harm herself, but he never thought to talk to you about this unhealthy coping mechanism. Shouta gently took your hand with his, turning it ever so slightly to get a better look at your wounds.

His touch caught your attention, and when you looked up at him, he looked at you with something between worry and distress. That’s when you realized that he had seen your arm. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes.

‘Y/N,’ Aizawa signed to you. ‘Let me help you. Tell me what’s wrong.’

You sniffled, then wiped your eyes with your other sleeve. ‘I’m not worth your time.’

You could have sworn Aizawa’s eyes glowed red for a split second. Now he’s angry with you, you thought to yourself. You’ve surely done it now. You wanted to look away but Aizawa began signing again. ‘That’s not true, Y/N. You are worth our time. We want you here.” His thumb lightly grazed your cuts again. ‘Please, let me know when you feel like doing this.” Shouta’s hand stalled for a moment. ‘I struggled with it too, when I was in high school and I lost someone very close to me. I know how to help you, you just have to let me.’

You may be very shy, but so is Aizawa. And you may be a bit self deprecating but so was Shinsou, and Aizawa and Hizashi could help with that. And for your unhealthy coping mechanisms, all three of them had dealt with. You just need to let them in, let them help you, and you’ll be alright in the end :)

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violent-darkness · 1 year

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Blindfolded

Din Djarin x f!reader

*To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

Summary: Just before parting ways for good you and Din finally share a kiss, albeit in a slightly unconventional manner.

Word count: 3k

A/N: This is my first fic ever and I am really nervous about posting it, so please be gentle with me. 🥺 Originally it was supposed to be way shorter than this, but I got carried away. No warnings whatsoever, it's really just a slow burn, soft and fluffy one-shot. I am keeping the possibility of doing a part two. * The beautiful verse in the beginning is not mine of course. It belongs to William Blake.

You’ve been travelling with the Mandalorian for some time now. He kept you safe from all the bounty hunters and he promised to help you find a Jedi master who will teach you to control your abilities. You know it wasn’t an easy decision for him, but from the moment he first saw you using the Force in order to save his life back on the planet Arvala, he knew that you’re important, special. And boy, you’ve been through a lot together. In a way he is more family to you than anyone else. He is the only one who cared about you since you can’t even remember when. And now you are about to say goodbye to him and the two of you will probably never see each other again. This brings a burning sensation to your chest and it makes you feel slightly nauseated.

These thoughts are spiralling through your head as you watch the Mandalorian piloting the Razor Crest to the planet Dagobah where you are supposed to begin your training to become a Jedi.

"It will take us another 12 hours to reach Dagobah. It should be a smooth ride from here. I turned the autopilot on." Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by him turning to you from the pilot seat.

“So we have 12 hours to drink spotchka then." You make a firm decision to hide the pain that’s building up inside you, as you smirk with a daring gaze towards him, pulling out the bottle you took with you during your last stop.

He hesitates for a few seconds, but you persist. “Come on, Mando, don’t be like this, don’t spoil all the fun. We don’t have much time left together. Let’s make it a memorable experience, shall we?”

“Okay,” you hear his sigh through the modular of the helmet. His voice sounds a bit somber to you. Is he sad that your are leaving too? You convince yourself that it’s all in your head.

He gets up from his spot and sits next to you on the floor of the ship that’s been your home for the past months and you hand him a glass of spotchka as you refill your own. At first you mostly sit silently next to each other only the soothing noise of the engine of the Razor Crest running subtly in the background. You are actually comfortable sipping your drink in silence as you know that Mando is a not a man of many words. His calming presence making you feel safe is more than enough for you.

As time passes you both start to ease into conversation. It’s not so much the spotchka as it is the need to share all the stuff that has been eating you from the inside lately. So you talk and talk and it keeps pouring. It’s mostly about your ability to control the Force. How you don’t know if it’s a curse or a blessing. How it sometimes makes you feel afraid. How lonely you are and how you long for a normal simple life. Mando listens carefully to you.

“You are special. Why are you so desperate to be like everybody else?” He puts a hand on your shoulder sending a small shiver down your spine. You don’t get to see his gentle side often.

“Besides, if you didn’t have your abilities, I wouldn’t have been alive right now,” he adds with a warm note in his voice. “By Creed you are in my care after what happened.”

“No one has ever cared about me. No one. At least not since I was a baby,” you say to him as you take a deep breath and look away, overwhelmed by emotions.

It takes you a few minutes, but you finally build up the courage to look at straight into his helmet.

“Would you miss me?”

“I would.”

“Do you sometimes get lonely underneath all that beskar?”

“I do.”

So it goes. You both stare at each other in silence for what feels like an eternity. No one flinches. You sense the tension in the air building up. You know that something is going on, but you are not entirely sure what yet. Suddenly the whole dynamic of your conversation is changed. Of course deep down you’re fully aware that Mando also has feelings for you, but you are too nervous to admit it even to yourself. The only thing you can admit is that right now you and Mando are sitting really close to each other. You can pick up intuitively that he is unsure what to do next.

A lot is going on inside Mando’s head. He has dreamed on so many nights about touching you, imagined what does your warm skin feels like. But his Creed always stood there as the ever-present obstacle. Besides he is really out of his depth in this domain. And how come someone so special like you want to do anything with someone like him? Does he have the right to?

Finally Mando decides to act despite all his doubts. The urge to feel you is too damn irresistible not to. Very slowly he lifts his right hand and removes his glove. He does the same with the left one. You are absolutely stunned by what is happening. You just stare at him, while a wave of emotions washes over you. You can’t help but notice the slight tremble of Mando’s hand. Right now he seems to be just as emotional, unsure and vulnerable as you. Very cautiously he reaches towards your face and caresses your cheek with the tip of his fingers. He then proceeds to brush over your lips with his thumb. This sends an electric current across your whole body. You shut your eyes momentarily to fully immerse into the warmth of his touch. His palms are big and his skin a bit rough – the hands of a warrior, yet his touch is very delicate. Knowing full well how strict Mandalorian Creed is, you can’t help but wonder how long, if ever, since he has physically touched another human being and how emotional this might make him feel.

Mando continues to explore you beneath his fingertips by cupping your face. You stare at each other frozen in this moment. Everything else has ceased to exist. It’s only you and him now – two grains of sand floating together through the eternity of space. Maybe you’ll find eternity in the tenderness of his touch or the depth of his eyes. You gaze at his helmet wondering who really is the man underneath it, how does he look like, what picture does the touch of your skin paint on his face.

You may not be able to see him, but you are well aware that for him all of this means a great deal. He strips his soul bare and gives it to you and you only.

At some point Mando decides to remove his hands from your face. The absence of his warm touch immediately sends a cold shiver through your body.

You notice that he hesitates about his next move, eventually putting his hands on his helmet. At first you are not sure what exactly is going on. Your mind has stopped functioning properly. But suddenly it dawns on you and all you can do about it is stare at him in awe, completely numb. After a slight pause Mando starts to lift his helmet.

“Don’t!,” your sharp voice startles him. Your fingers move quickly to catch his and stop him from removing it.

“Don’t do it, Mando. I don’t want you... to break your Creed because of me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself after that. It’s not...It’s not worth it,” you tell him with a voice filled with regret and reconciliation. He is not ready yet and you know this. You don’t want to ask of him more than he can give you.

“Forgive me,” he sighs deeply while gently squeezing your hands. His voice is heavy from the inner struggle that torments him. Even though he wants this so much, he wants you more than anything, he doesn’t have the strength to break his Creed.

He has fought these feelings for the past months while you were traveling with him on the Razor Crest. At first he tried to fight them, then to hide from them, but eventually he just let himself drown in the ocean of your eyes, your soft smile, your sweet smell with just a hint of something intriguingly spicy and your engulfing warm presence. You became his wild flower, his little peace of heaven. And yes your abilities to manipulate the Force made you special but it’s not why he fell for you. He saw your bravery – you saved his life by risking yours without blinking an eye. You had suffered so much and yet you possessed the kindest heart. You acted all tough from the outside but on the inside you were just a lonely and confused kid looking for her place in the universe – like him. And what’s more – you saw him for what he truly is. Maybe this was your true special skill – you managed to peek beyond all the beskar and acknowledge him. To the world he was simply a Mandalorian, a bounty hunter, a killing machine, but to you he was a human being. And he felt like it with you around. The way you asked him your ridiculous questions all the time, or how you served him tea in the morning with that bright smile of yours or even your terrible stubbornness and constant attempts to provoke him into arguing, it all awoke human emotions in him that he thought were long gone by now. He didn’t really know what to do with these feelings – what is to be done really. He decided to just carry them into his heart and not do anything about it. It already provided him with more comfort than he had ever hoped for.

Until this night when he had to confront the harsh reality that very soon you’ll be parting ways for quite possibly forever. This made him lose his balance.

And now the beskar stands as the constantly present obstacle dividing him from you. Mando sees the disappointment in your eyes and the idea that he’d let you down tears him up.

But suddenly your face lights up. “I may have an idea. Hold on. Don’t move,” you hastily stand up and rush towards the lower deck of the ship.

After a few minutes you come back with a black ribbon you normally use to tie your hair.

“I don’t understand,” Mando says with a confused voice.

“You can tie my eyes with it, so that you’ll be able to remove your helmet without me seeing you,” you explain.

He doesn’t like that initially. The idea that you have to make some sort of compromise for him and for his Creed bothers him. He longs to see the reflection of his face in your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure,” you answer with a firm nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You hand him the ribbon. He ties it over your eyes gently, but firmly.

You turn around to face him, but it doesn’t matter now – it’s all pitch black. You do however sense him close to you, the coldness of his beskar armor engulfing you. After that nobody says or does anything for what feels like an eternity. Your nerves start to play tricks on you and you begin to wonder if this was all a mistake. Maybe Mando changed his mind. Maybe he thinks you are not worth it. After all why should you be the only exception in his life bound by oath and service.

But all this quickly goes away when you hear a distinctive hissing sound and realize that he is slowly taking off his helmet. Your heart rate immediately picks up. His warm breath is brushing against your cheek. The whole idea that he is sitting right next to you without his helmet gives you butterflies in your belly. You lift your hand in his direction.

“May I,” you ask with barely a whisper.

“Yes.”

You hear his voice without the modulator for the first time. His real voice. It’s shaky and uncertain and filled with emotions. It’s so unlike him that you can’t help but feel privileged to get a glimpse of this part of him – the part that he hides from the world behind the beskar. This moment must mean so much to him – he hasn’t removed his helmet in front of another soul since he took the Creed in his youth.

You reach with your right hand very gently, as if you may break him. Your fingers brush against his cheek with a feather-light touch, causing a quiet gasp from him. You begin to explore his face piece by piece. The first thing you learn is that he has a beard with a few bald patches here and there. You smile softly. You are almost certainly the only person in the universe in possession of this knowledge. Your fingers trail down and stop at his chin. Your left hand sweeps over his forehead feeling a few gentle lines and then continue through his closed eyes. His small moan almost makes you lose yourself in this moment forever. Next is the curve of his nose. It turns out it is rather prominent and sharp and you immediately make a mental note about it. You brush along his lips with your thumb wondering what do they taste like.

“Please,” you mumble.

Mando takes your palm and places a gentle kiss on it. He then cups your face with one hand and slides the other down to your waist. From this alone you start to feel the desire burning up inside you. It’s melting you into the moment. He leans to you resting his forehead against yours. You sense his warm breath against your cheek and your heart is about to burst. You both stay like this for some time, slightly trembling. All of this is so new to Mando. When he took the Creed all those years ago it came with a sacred promise to leave all human emotions aside, including love. He thought he had made peace with the idea of living a loveless life. But then he met you. And even though the prospect of any real relationship was doomed from the start – your paths were destined to diverge sooner or later, he knew he couldn’t just let it go. The love he felt for you started to grow inside him, living a life of its own. It was impossible to quiet it down. And Maker, he tried. Not so much for his own sake, but for yours. You deserve so much more than what he can offer. But eventually the love took him over. He was no longer the master of his own faith. It didn’t matter if you felt the same way or if his love was ever to cross the realm of the physical world, he knew he was bound to you for the rest of his life.

When he is ready Mando tips your chin up and puts his lips over yours in a very light almost non-existent kiss. You are not sure if he is more afraid that he’ll break you or that he’ll break himself. He repeats his soft kisses a few times before locking his lips with yours firmly. His beard is caressing your face as his tongue is starting to explore your mouth with growing confidence. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You feel as the time has stopped and nothing exists beyond this moment, beyond this kiss. Hell, you are not sure if you even exist. Or maybe you are just some weird dream inside Mando’s head? He finishes the kiss with a few more light ones on your lips. His forehead is still pressed against yours, he is not yet ready to give up the contact with your skin.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,” he asks with what you hope is a light smile and a kiss on your forehead. You smile and skate your fingers across his face once more. You know that this is all you’ll get from him tonight. He wouldn’t go any further. He is still very new the intimacy of being close to another human. And for now this is more than enough. Actually more than you could ever dream of — having him close to you; his hands on you cheeks; your breaths merging together; his lips over yours. He showed you a side of him that he doesn’t show to anyone. Your heart is full of joy and love. Even if it’s just a kiss you feel like this is the most intimate you have ever been with another being. You wouldn’t dare think that you may never see him again after landing on the planet Dagobah.

He gently pulls you towards him as you rest your head on his shoulder, his arms encompassing you and palms running along your back. In his grip you feel at home – something you’ve been deprived of since you’ve been on the run for basically your whole life. You are home whenever he kisses you, whenever he holds you.

“Tell me, Mando, what is your name,” you ask with a soft smile.

“It’s Din. Din Djarin.”

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jasminedragonart · 1 year

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Okay, so I've basically uploaded all of the selkie images in the first collection. I'm going to post the snippets here too. There's only three of them and they're not that long. Really they're just three snapshots into a fic I'm never going to write. So, after this post I'll have posted everything in the collection. If you want to have a pdf of all of them I'm going to put it up on Ko-fi later today, I'll post a link to it.

But, yeah, this is the first collection of selkie stuff. I think, for the next one, I might do an NSFW or slightly NSFW one with a bit more nudity. I don't like putting the nsfw with the gen artworks and what I've posted isn't that bad since, yeah, merfolk wouldn't often wear the bandages around their chests because they would get damp. So, yeah, the next one might be a little more risqué and the characters in there will be over 18. So, likely it'll be focused more on the LOK characters since Korra is defo over 18 in her own show. Plus, you know, her dilf dad and Iroh II are in that show too.

Anyway: snippets

Day three of his imprisonment dawned with Sokka jolting awake when someone touched his tail. The automatic ‘HEY!’ he would usually aim at Katara died on his tongue as his eyes opened to red, red, fire, metal, red.

Right. He wasn’t at home anymore. He wasn’t, well he didn’t even know where he was he just knew that barking at the teenager holding his tail wasn’t the best thing to do right now.

The guy, Zuko, Prince pouty pants– amongst other names he’d heard the crew call him– didn’t seem to be trying to make him into Sokka stew. Instead, despite his grip being tight, his fingers were gentle as he rubbed something foul smelling on his– ow! Ow! Oh that stung.

“I’m sorry,” Sokka heard over the blinding pain. “I’m sorry,” Zuko said again, scowl hardening even further as he rushed to add more salve to the gashes in Sokka’s tail. “I only have a few more and then you’ll be done and– I knew I should have let uncle do this.”

Sokka wanted to protest, he really wanted to say anything to this guy, but not screaming was on the top of his agenda right now and not screaming was what Sokka was going to do. No human sounds. That was what mom always taught them.

The salve stung even as Zuko fastened it back in the medicine bag. His tail was wrapped, Zuko eyeing him for a moment before taking off the upper part of his armour. Sokka only had a second to wonder how a kid his age managed to get muscles like that before he was hoisted into the air, his bathtub prison growing distant as he was carried out of the room and up to the upper deck.

He was tied up. Naturally. After their second day together Zuko had learned that Sokka would do his best to jump overboard, injuries be damned, meaning a rope and a guard were constantly on Sokka whenever he was away from Zuko’s room.

He wanted to pout, but the fresh air after being trapped in Zuko’s room? Amazing. Sokka was finally starting to understand why Katara always said his room stank. There was just something about the sweat of a teenage boy that made him want to puke. Or maybe that was just how Zuko smelled. How the fire that shot out of his hands smelled as he ordered one crewmate or another to spar with him in his daily melee.

He wanted to say it was entertaining. It should have been entertaining. But Zuko was good. He was beyond good and he was Sokka’s age. It made him sick to think of what this guy would do when he was older. When the Southern Water Tribe came back onto the Fire Nation’s radar.

A board slid over to him, Sokka knocking his head back as the other bane of his existence sat himself opposite him. “He’s rather good isn’t he?” Iroh said, sending a word of encouragement to his nephew before placing the tiles on his board. “He will be training for a while I think, I gave him some new scrolls to look over last night.” Yes, Sokka knew, the candles Zuko kept lit as he tried to read those scrolls keeping him up half the night. “What say we have a quick game while he finishes his warm ups?”

Sokka forced himself not to respond. To never respond. Iroh didn’t know. Iroh couldn’t know. He was just… Sokka didn’t know but he wasn’t going to be the one to spill his tribe’s secrets. He’d already gotten himself captured by the enemy, the least he could do was keep his mouth shut while he waited for– for– well he didn’t know.

Death? Release? Whichever was waiting for him he guessed.

Iroh moved a tile on his board, those eerie eyes looking at Sokka expectantly. Sokka could feel his face twisting. He wondered if turning his back was too much of a sign he understood them?

Iroh didn’t care. After a while he simply moved Sokka’s piece for him and, like the last time this had happened, explained the rules to him again like Sokka was simply confused, not scared for his life.

All in all, it was a long morning.

Truthfully, Sokka didn’t know what was worse. Time on deck, with Iroh watching his every move. Or time in Zuko’s room. True, there was no Iroh, or crew or the promise of freedom if he just untied himself and jumped overboard. But there was Zuko. Zuko and only Zuko and Sokka had never wanted to fill a silence as much as when he was trapped in that suffocating room with the guy who spent half of his time meditating and the other looking over maps and scrolls.

His bathtub was the worst too. How did the Fire Nation use these things they were so cramped? Or maybe they were standard issue? Sokka didn’t know, all the boats, the proper boats, back home had been taken by dad when he left. Maybe they had cramped bathtubs too. Still, he doubted dad spent hours upon hours inside of one every day.

He missed dad. He missed Gran Gran. He even missed Katara, and when he missed Katara Sokka knew things were getting bad.

He groaned, arching his back to try and move his tail into a more comfortable position. Something popped in his spine, the feeling not wholly uncomfortable.

Unfortunately it was loud enough that Prince fire hands heard it, rushing over from his desk to run worried eyes over him.

“What was that?” He said, to himself Sokka was guessing since Sokka wasn’t supposed to know what he was saying and, unlike with Iroh, Zuko definitely thought he was a stupid dumb animal. He had to. There was no way the guy would be so… gentle, as he checked Sokka over if he knew what Sokka was. That being not stupid, or dumb. “Sorry,” he moved Sokka’s tail to the left, “I’m sorry,” he lifted it up, Sokka still impressed that the guy didn’t even break a sweat at the weight. Sokka was usually a light guy, but the tail added a few extra pounds.

Eventually the examination got a bit much, Sokka batting the prince away much like he’d seen the polar dogs do to some of the kids. Zuko took the hint, his scowl making an appearance as he looked Sokka over one last time.

“I suppose you’d be screaming if you were in pain,” Zuko mumbled before walking back to his desk. He glanced back every so often however, Sokka grumbling to himself as he tried, once more, to get himself comfortable for the night.

Truthfully he didn’t know how he fell asleep. He still didn’t know how he’d slept the night before, or the night before that. All he did know was that he did sleep and when he woke Zuko was there again applying salve to his tail. Salve that needed time to air out, meaning no bathtub for Sokka. Meaning time with Iroh.

On and on and on it went. An endless cycle. A punishment maybe? Whatever it was, it didn’t look like Sokka would be escaping it anytime soon and with each passing day he couldn’t help but wonder what would hurt less: a spear to his tail, or being burned alive by his captor?

SNIPPET 2:

“You should leave,” Zuko sighed.

“And then what?” Sokka asked, pulling himself up onto the bank. “You wouldn’t last a day without me.” Iroh might, but Iroh was a hardened war general. Zuko was… more pathetic than he looked, and he looked pretty pathetic right now. “What did you do to your hair?” It hadn’t looked… great before but, with the patchy hair growing in and the long patch at the back. Yeah, this wasn’t one of Zuko’s better looks.

“I’ve done fine on my own before,” Zuko snapped. “I’ll be fine again. Go find uncle if you’re that desperate to bother someone!”

Sokka forced himself not to bark back. He deserved some of this animosity, he knew that. He knew that if he had been carting around an animal that wasn’t an animal and had been listening to him be gooey and soft in his private time then, yeah, maybe he too would be as grouchy as Zuko. But he also knew not all of this was because of him. “I don’t even know where your uncle is,” for one, “and,” loathe as he was to admit it, “look, we have a common goal here. As much as I would love to swim home and never see you again you’re,” why was this so hard? “very persistent.” Amongst other things.

Zuko gave him a look. “What?”

“My sister is with the Avatar.” He could hardly believe it himself. All those weeks he’d spent listening to Zuko talk about the Avatar and his girlfriend only to find out his sister was that freaking girlfriend? He felt sick just thinking it. How had Gran Gran let this happen? “I don’t know how he managed to persuade her to go with him but I need her safe and home and not with that freak!” He was over 100, who knew what he was doing with her. “You know how to track him. You know where he's likely going next so,” he grabbed at his waist, the skin loosening until it fell into a cloak. Zuko’s cheeks reddened as Sokka wrapped it around his waist. “We do this together. I’ll help you take out my sister and you help me by finding them in the first place.”

Zuko glanced over, then faced him fully when he saw the cloak wrapped around Sokka’s hips. “You’d really make a deal with me?”

“You sang me a lullaby when you thought I was having nightmares, I think you like me enough not to kill me on our way there.” Their way back? Sokka would deal with that when they came to it.

Zuko’s brow furrowed. “You realise my father wants him imprisoned.”

Yeah, Sokka did. But he also knew he would burn down the entire world just to see his sister safe. The war had survived so far without the Avatar. Sokka was sure they could find a way to survive a bit longer if the Firelord took him out permanently.

He held his hand out, “I can breathe underwater and I look as far from Fire Nation as you’re ever gonna get. I’m useful.”

Zuko considered the hand for a moment before taking it, standing up himself. “Fine.” They shook on it. “But we take him alive. The terms of my exile were very clear on how the Avatar was to be returned home.”

“Whatever.”

They let go after a moment, Sokka flexing his fingers to get rid of the lingering warmth. It took a moment for both of them to get their bearings, for Zuko to take back the things he had stole. Once he did, he let Sokka in on what had happened while he’d been gone. How Azula was actually a bad guy– shocker! Also that Iroh was living in a cave.

“You could have gone with a better haircut,” Sokka told him.

Zuko’s cheeks reddened again, “I didn’t exactly have much to play with!”

True. “I’ll fix it when it gets a bit longer,” Sokka decided. Maybe he would give Zuko a nice wolfcut. His own was quite dashing if he did say so himself. “A proper haircut could help you blend in with the locals. Make them less inclined to call your sister on you.” His scary, terrifying sister.

Seriously though, how was it that the guy with the macho scar was the softie of the family?

“Thank you,” Zuko offered quietly.

SNIPPET 3:

“Wow.” Sokka honestly hadn’t believed it when Aang had said Zuko was his descendant. Yet, there it was, proof in the flesh. “That’s er-”

“Uncle said it should grow longer,” Zuko said, his scowl settling into his features as he turned his small cloak around in his hands. Sokka meant small too. It must have been hidden when Zuko was a baby. Azula too, Sokka spying the other coat that had been hidden away in the Fire Nation archives

“It will,” Sokka promised. “The two of you just need a chance to get to know each other again.” He stepped closer, Zuko letting him run his fingers over the coarse fur. It was lighter than Sokka’s. It made sense, Aang’s was still white despite him being around the age his adult fur started to come in. Sokka wondered if Zuko’s would change as soon as he put it on or if he would get a few weeks of pure baby whiteness before whatever colour his tail would be grew in. “You know, this actually makes a bit of sense.”

Zuko hummed in question.

Sokka picked up Azula’s. “Our tails are a part of us, To be away from them,” he shuddered, “Gran Gran once told me people used to go crazy. That the Fire Nation would take our coats just to make us go crazy. Our tails balance us.” And to be without it, from birth? No wonder Zuko and Azula were so messed up.

Zuko followed his gaze, promising, “I’ll get it to her. Maybe it’ll help her sleep.” Sokka knew he’d been worrying about that. The letters came in daily that Azula was growing more and more paranoid. She’d outright refused to eat her meals yesterday. She’d stopped sleeping long before that. He took the cloak off Sokka, putting it back into its trunk. He followed Zuko out, the door closing with a heavy click. “You really think this will work?”

Sokka shrugged, forcing a smile on his face, “Only one way to find out.”

Aang was practically bouncing when they found him. He’d wanted to come with them to the archives, but Toph had started destroying the royal garden and someone– not Sokka– needed to reign her in. Sokka felt quite bad for her as he spied her under a tree. Then he remembered how much Toph hated swimming to begin with and the guilt faded.

Besides, Katara had promised to sit with her. The two of them had been talking about a bending battle at dinner last night, Sokka was sure the royal gardens would really be destroyed by the time they came up for air.

He took his tunic off, unwrapping his coat from his hips and pushing his boots and pants down. Aang had already clambered into the small river that ran amongst the gardens, darting back and forth as he told Zuko to hurry up.

Sokka glanced back, spying the hesitation in Zuko’s hands on his belt. “Katara’s not watching,” he teased.

Zuko sent him a look, but it did its job of loosening Zuko up enough to actually take his clothes off. Not for the first time Sokka wondered how on earth Zuko still had muscles like that after the months of starvation they’d endured. He grabbed his own cloak up, walking to Zuko’s side just as the last of his clothes ended up on the grass. Handing his own cloak over, Sokka took Zuko’s off him.

“Relax,” he told Zuko, “Your tail will fit.” He wrapped his arms around Zuko’s waist, separating the cloak out until it touched the small of Zuko’s back. There was a gasp against his neck and then Sokka had to act fast, Zuko’s legs falling out from under him.

His tail was white, but the longer they both looked the darker ir appeared around the edges. Spots were appearing and changing, some of them as dark as Zuko’s hair, others a light gray.

Aang wiggled his way over to them, pulling himself alongside Zuko so the two could compare colours. Sokka tugged his own tail on, happily falling to the grass in time for Aang to start dragging them both to the river.

He remembered how daunting it had been when his dad first brought him swimming. The disbelief that he could actually breathe underwater. The hesitance in dunking his head. Dad had ended up flinging him into the deep end, mom yelling at him to be more gentle even as Sokka took his first breath under the water. He remembered the fish he’d seen. The penguin otters. He remembered how happy he’d been when he realised he could keep pace better with dad under the water than out. He remembered how happy his parents had been showing him all of this, and Sokka could kind of understand that now as he watched Zuko steel himself and, like he did everything, dive head first into the water.

There was that moment of disbelief as Zuko breached the water. There was ease in which he realised swimming was so much more easier with a tail. There was the smile that Sokka hd seen only a handful of times in their year and a half together. The one did his upmost to bring out as much as he could these days.

Sokka slipped into the water, lazily swimming around and catching Aang when he swam too close.

Mostly he watched Zuko.

He was caught more than once, yet it was only when Aang went to coerce Katara into swimming with him that Zuko swam over to ask “What?” and there it was, the shock again that he could speak. That he could be heard, not quite like they were above water, but Sokka knew what he’d said anyway.

Sokka shrugged “I’m just happy for you.”

Zuko gave him a smile. Another one to add to this list and– screw it, he dove forward, gently capturing Zuko in a kiss.

“I’m really happy for you,” Sokka said when he pulled away.

Zuko blinked at him a few times before another smile graced his lips. Before Sokka knew it he was being dragged down to the bottom of the river, Zuko clinging onto his shoulders as they kissed amongst the riverbed.

He vaguely heard Katara call him gross, but Sokka didn’t care. Everything was finally alright in the world, why would he care what his little sister thought?

#selkie au #atla #zukka

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captainsophiestark · 3 months

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Little Moments

Jane Foster x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Dating Jane Foster means being prepared to handle a certain amount of crazy interruptions from superheroes.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff

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CRASH!

"Watch where you're going!"

I scrunched my face, trying to figure out what the hell was happening as I got dragged awake by a hushed commotion from my living room. I squinted through the dark at the alarm clock only to be near-blinded by the bright green glow:

4:03am

I groaned, rolling over on my other side to see my girlfriend, Jane foster, rubbing at her eyes.

"Hey," I managed, my voice gravelly. Jane turned to me with squinted eyes, somehow still managing to make that cute. "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Did you hear-?"

The door to our shared bedroom slammed open, and I shot straight up in bed. Silhouetted in the doorway was an absolutely giant man, long blond hair glowing with the backlighting. I thought I might be hallucinating until Jane sat forward and spoke up.

"Thor?"

"Thor?" I couldn't help echoing. The man before us just beamed.

"Hello! I apologize for interrupting the two of you - I truly wouldn't be here if it weren't urgent."

I frowned, even as Jane sat forward further.

"How did you-?"

Before she could get all the way through her question, the answer popped out from behind Thor.

"Jane, I'm so sorry!"

Darcy Lewis peeked around Thor's massive form to pop her head into the room. I huffed a sigh and flopped back against the pillows. I normally liked Darcy, but not at four in the morning. I didn't like anyone but Jane at four in the morning.

"Darcy, what's going on?"

"He just showed up at the lab!" said Darcy, pushing past Thor even further into the room. "I was there doing... stuff with Ian, and he just appeared in a blast of light like the first time we met him."

"I need your help, Jane," Thor said, stepping in to pick up the story where Darcy left off. "Something is coming for Midgard, and if we don't stop it here, it will not only lay waste to your planet, but it will aim for mine next."

Jane sighed like that wasn't the most terrifying sentence in the world, then stood at last. I'd known her long enough that I was also a little too used to this kind of thing, so I didn't move to get up, even as Jane turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry about this," she said. I gave her a tired grin and a wink.

"That's okay. I know my girlfriend's a badass who has to help save the world sometimes."

Jane flushed, and I heard Darcy make a gagging noise at the same time Thor said "aw". I ignored them both, however, as I shifted slightly lower against the headboard, working my way back to being under the covers.

"I hope you'll forgive me going back to sleep instead of getting up to help you with this, though."

Jane gave me a soft smile, leaning down across the bed to kiss me softly on the forehead. I smiled up at her, the love of my life, shooting her a little wink as I nestled down among the blankets again. I watched her walk to the door, collecting Thor and Darcy as she went, all three of them stepping out into the living room. Jane shut the door softly behind her, and I finally closed my eyes. I sighed, settling back down into the soft, warm blankets around me. I almost got all the way back to sleep before I heard another loud crash from the living room, followed by Jane's whispered reprimand, not quite loud enough for me to make out the words.

I sighed, then flung the blankets off of myself and started trudging for the living room. Peaceful sleep was likely out of the question, and I should probably go support my girlfriend anyway. I'd go to the ends of the Earth for Jane, and that was all well and good, but nobody talked about dragging yourself out of bed to go a hundred feet at four in the morning. That was the true test of love.

As soon as I cleared the bedroom door, shuffling in like a zombie, I found Thor leaning over the dining table with Darcy in the kitchen, Jane hovering over Darcy's shoulder and trying to take a bowl out of her hand.

"I'm gonna make us pancakes!" hissed Darcy, clearly trying to be quiet despite how miserably she was failing. Jane hissed back in the same tone.

"No! It's too loud, and it's four am! Just come help me go over the stuff Thor brought-"

"I'll make pancakes," I said. Jane and Darcy both froze, mid-wrestle, and turned to me, Thor looking up too with a grin on his face.

"Honey! Are you sure?" asked Jane, letting go of the bowl and taking a few steps towards me. I gave her my best tired smile and closed the rest of the distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't just leave my superhero girlfriend high and dry in a possibly-world-ending situation with no one to make pancakes and coffee," I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled as Darcy piped up from the kitchen.

"Maybe start with coffee first."

"Oh, definitely start with coffee first," I agreed, at last releasing Jane and heading into the kitchen. I sighed as I finally, successfully took the bowl from Darcy, setting it down next to the coffee maker as I got things together to brew a fresh pot.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to get a coffee in my hand, then in the hands of the three people crowded around the dining table. I took a long sip of my own drink, then got to work on the pancakes while the others tried to troubleshoot whatever emergency Thor had shown up with.

Based on their tones and lack of overall panic, I had full confidence they'd find a solution to whatever the issue was. Jane especially loved nothing more than solving a challenging problem, and every time I looked over at her, her face was alight with the spark that I'd fallen in love with. Even though it was four in the morning.

Finally, the first batch of pancakes was ready to come off the griddle. Thor wandered over to me as I grabbed a spatula and started serving them up, leaving Jane and Darcy at the dining table.

"Is there anything I can do to assist you?" he asked, leaning on the counter next to me as I worked. I shook my head.

"Nope! Just go ahead and dive in. I'd tell you to bring some over to Jane and Darcy, but I know my girlfriend too well to suggest you bring syrup anywhere near a project she's working on."

Thor chuckled and grabbed a plate full of pancakes, moving to sit at the stool on the other side of the counter from me.

"You and Jane make a wonderful couple," he said, digging into the pancakes with no hesitation. I smiled at him, then let my gaze wander over to Jane behind his back. She hunched over the information before her, moving it around and discussing theories with Darcy. My smile widened as I watched her, a warm glow spreading through my heart that only intensified as she caught me looking and gave me a gorgeous smile of her own. She turned back to her work, and I reluctantly turned my attention back to the pancakes and the Asgardian before me.

"She's the best. Makes it easy to be a good couple, when my partner's so wonderful," I said. Thor hummed, a comfortable silence resting between the two of us. Despite how early and against my will I'd been dragged out of bed, and despite the less-than-casual circumstances, we'd found ourselves in a little bubble of pre-sunrise peace. I'd follow Jane anywhere, anytime, especially since sudden 4am intrusions often turned into little moments like this.

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 9 days

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Ah 1k word snippet from a 21k fic that I've been fixating on for the past four days now that I'm calling 'The Trapper's Trap'. It's a fic that takes place in a Modern AU and it's kind of a Dagcup.

Right now, this monstrosity is still a one-shot and far from done, but I'll be splitting it up in chapters before I post it. It's going to deal with some heavy stuff. ;)

Warnings: threats of suicide, implied sexual coercion (nothing too nsft in this snippet, though), no editing

-XOXOX-

“Please baby please”

“Please just give me another chance!”

“Can we at least talk?”

“Please”

“Please Baby i don’t know what i’m gonna do to myself when you’re gone”

“i need you to come stop me”

Hiccup reads that last text over and over again. These six are the latest in a long string of messages his ex-boyfriend has been sending him ever since he broke things off with him, but it’s those last ones that have him worried.

Dagur has never been the most… stable of people. So when he pleads with him, tells him that he’s going to hurt himself then, well, Hiccup worries.

He stands at the doorstep of his apartment; a three floor building made mostly out of brick and standing in the busiest part of town. It’s about a half hour walk from his own home.

With a nervous heart, Hiccup climbs the two stone steps and finds the intercom. Pressing on Dagur’s apartment- there are two on each floor- he awaits an answer. His arms are crossed, then they’re not. He sways from one foot to the other. Every passing second is torturous.

“Come on, Dagur, come on,” he grows more anxious. Please, don’t tell him he has actually hurt himself?

Finally; a response.

“Hello?” That greeting comes with a strong tone of melancholy, but Hiccup could jump for joy. He’s still okay.

“Dagur, it’s me. I’m… I’m here to talk,” he tells him. When he had shown the messages to Heather, she told him they were lies and he shouldn’t fall for them. He should simply ignore them. Ignore them like she’s been trying to ignore the fact that they both live on the same cramped island.

The buzzer signaling that the door is open sounds and Hiccup enters.

A quick jog up several flights of stairs later- which is, of course, not at all a problem with a prosthetic leg- he’s inside of Dagur’s apartment and sitting on his leather couch.

He’s come here several times in the course of their relationship that barely lasted half a year. He has slept over once or twice, but he can never get used to that smell of cigarettes.

Neither of his parents smoke, Gobber probably has at some point in time. Then he lost two limbs close to on another and circumstances forced him to quit. And yet, he still smells of the damn things to this day.

Just like Dagur’s apartment smells.

Years around dragons and somehow it’s the stench of cigarettes that gets to him.

Hiccup is pulled out of his thoughts when his ex returns and places a can of soda down in front of him on the coffee table, a glass next to it. It’s one of Dagur’s pet peeves that the other always insists on wasting a glass when a can should do. Today, however, he’s not complaining.

The couch groan and squeaks as he sits down. The displacement of air almost knocks Hiccup right off the couch. Tall as he is, he still barely weighs anything.

“You wanted to talk?” Dagur’s words are hopeful, which just pulls on Hiccup’s heartstrings. He doesn’t wish to give him false hope.

“I just…” He starts hesitantly, arms crossing and then uncrossing. He scoots closer to the edge of his seat and pours himself a glass.

He came all this way, but he can’t stop thinking of Heather’s warning. That this is all just a ploy, that his messages really were all a lie. That he was never in any danger.

But what does it matter? How can he possibly get such pleas for help and ignore them?

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he tells Dagur after a sip and a smile spreads on his latter’s lips.

“You always were so caring,” he claims. “So pure, so innocent. Your heart way too big and good for this world.”

His words make Hiccup uncomfortable, but that is nothing new. He watches him with one raised eyebrow while taking another sip.

Just as Hiccup had promised when he called for Dagur through the intercom, they talk. They talk about the happy times they had, the younger man nodding along as he listened. He could point to each memory and say the fights they had before each one, but he chooses not to. If Dagur’s mental state truly is as fragile as he claims, he would rather not give him any reason to follow through.

They talk about the things they have in common, like the games they like the play or the movies they like to watch. Or Dagur lists them and Hiccup doesn’t tell him that these are his interests and Hiccup was just following along. Dagur has no one else in his life. Both his parents are dead, he has no friends, his sister wants nothing to do with him. He has no one to share his interests with and that’s why Hiccup decided to give him someone to share them with.

They talk about the hot love they made. Their first together, Hiccup’s first overall. He introduced him to a lot of firsts. And at least in that regard, he can’t argue with him. The sex was great.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?” Hiccup stares at him in shock. Holding his glass, there is only a little bit of soda on the bottom left. The can itself is empty.

“Can I kiss you? Just… Just this one last time?” Dagur’s request seems genuine, there’s pain in his eyes.

“For… what?” he asks, confused. Technically, they had their last kiss. Why would he want another?

“Because, I had no idea that our last kiss would be our last, so… I can’t remember it.”

“Well, gee, thank you for that,” is what Hiccup finds himself thinking, but he doesn’t say it. He simply finishes his drink.

“I want to remember it, Hiccup,” Dagur continues on with a well-placed speech and his sad little voice. “I don’t think I can move on without it.”

There are no lies in his eyes or in his words, he seems genuine to Hiccup. And it’s because he seems so genuine that it makes it hard to ignore his request. Could a kiss really fix everything? If he gives him this one last thing, will he be okay? Will he finally leave him alone?

“Just one?” Hiccup asks to make sure he heard right.

“Just one final kiss,” Dagur scoots closer to him, their knees touching, an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder on the back of the couch.

Hiccup looks away in thought, but he’s already making his move. He comes forward, his lips press against his and catches him off guard. Hiccup doesn’t know what else to do but to return the kiss. His moan of surprise is mistaken as one of desire and Dagur sits even closer. His arm has a firm grip on him now, his free hand finds his stomach, where it rests before he takes his waist.

The kiss becomes deeper, Hiccup’s hands still don’t know what to do. He can feel his ex’s tongue asking for permission on his bottom lip and he gives it to him. Despite his rotten personality, he’s an excellent kisser. There’s such passion in his every move.

Before he knows it, this make-out session as Hiccup on his back with Dagur on top. Nestled between his thighs, he’s grinding into him, working up an appetite in both of them.

Gasping for air, Hiccup looks the other way.

“Just this once?”

“Just one last time.”

“You’re wearing a condom,” there’s no room for argument in Hiccup’s demand. Either he wears it or there will be no last time.

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of not wearing one,” Dagur vows to him and then leaves to grab one from his special stash in the bedroom.

#wip wednesday #httyd fics #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #au #alternate universe #modern au #hiccup haddock #hiccup whump #dagcup #dagur the deranged #my fanfics #the trapper's trap #my writing

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humankk · 8 months

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An art! for the fanfic Heart on the Table! again!, this one is like specifically the first chapter

And hey! what a coincidence! according to our dear The Author @floofanflurr (say that like it's a title, I mean it is but like in a fantasy way or something) today! (20/09 I think, well it's 21 now in my timezone but like it's still 20 in America until like another 8 hours or so so-) is the anniversary of the fic! or well the fic is published at March today is first draft anniversary.

First draft! of the first chapter! I am drawing that this can be anniversary art that's cool!

So yea have this picture of Frisk suffering like an hour before the comfort part of the hurt/comfort in this story! well the first part of suffering I am sure they will get to suffer more, not like I want them to or anything but like there're plenty more chapter

that sounds kinda suspicious

ANYWAY yea happy anniversary! what do people say in this occasion again? is it like some character's birthday? well happy birthday a hypothecal character I don't know exist! or I do but don't know which one is it!

...oh yea I know how to end this, picture without the grasses and stuffs under the cut!

I don't really know what to put on the wall, I could put up some gems I guess but like, it isn't going to be seen anyway, also yea the grass, is like that tall, but like there're more closer to the camera so it looks bigger

as you can see I have no idea how waterfall wall works like is it a rock or dirt or... well at least in this case it's probably rock since there're creek, anyway what even is those wavey line? rock jutting out? and the above part of it is like flat anyway? and the thing, at the bottom, in not lining up with the lines, well it looks great so it works I guess

hmm, oh yea I put the black pencil thing for dirty particle or whatever on the wrong layer so I guess it's just with the lineart now and not like color... it's specifically the one on their cloths and hair too, huh

...well, I should make a seperate layer for that anyway but like, I didn't really want to at the moment so

anyyway welcome back to the end where I didn't know what to say next

I guess this is a long post now?

well, uh yea

oh hey another one, this one is the version I sent in voice chat as like a WIP because that's yesterday and I want to sent something before I sleep, it looks kinda nice actually, also tis one got the full grass lineart, and Frisk without the dust thing... well that sounds like they did murder it's, not monster dust, okay?

hell yea ending 3, electric... boogalee

I guess I'll just end here

beep

#Frisk #Undertale #undertale fanart #Heart on the Table #utdr #my art #not reblogs #notreblogs #for your information #that I don't know if you want to know or not #I was suffering from the silence of writing texts under the picture and don't know what to say next for like #a while

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courtney-deserved-better · 1 year

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my fair lady - a gwourtney choose your own adventure!

this is part one of the gwourtney oneshot determined by polls! i've made it into a choose your own adventure (but you can also read it like a fic on ao3 here if you choose). there will be a poll at the end of this post where you vote on what happens next. without further ado, here is part one!

In economy class of Total Drama’s Jumbo Jet, Team Amazon and Team Chris sit dejectedly across from one another on benches.

“I usually don’t mind travel,” Cody says, “but I’m really getting sick of spending all my time on this plane.”

“I second that,” Noah says.

“Thirded,” Owen adds.

“I… fourth it?” Tyler says.

“Movement passed, meeting adjourned,” Gwen says.

Heather frowns. “You sound like Courtney.”

“Where is Courtney anyway?” Sierra asks. “She’s been gone way too long for a bathroom break.”

Gwen’s stomach drops. “Do you think she’s okay?”

“It’s Total Drama, none of us are okay,” Noah quips.

“I can look for her,” Alejandro offers, standing. “I need to stretch my legs anyway.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine on my own, cerebrito.”

Noah raises an eyebrow. “Do I want to know what that means?”

“Brainiac,” Courtney translates, marching into the room with a bucket of goop. “Or smart cookie. Or little brain.”

“…Little brain?”

Alejandro offers Noah a winning smile.

“What’ve you been up to?” Gwen asks, gesturing at Courtney’s bucket. “We thought you might be in trouble.”

“I was just whipping up a little something for your hand,” Courtney says. She plonks her bucket down next to Gwen. “This stuff is perfect for sunburns. It’s a special mix of green tea and bird guano.”

“Wow, that’s… really nice of you.”

“Give it a try!”

Gwen sticks her hand in the substance and the searing burn of her hand fades into a dull throb.

“Oh, that’s excellent! Thanks, Courtney.”

Courtney smiles. “Anything for you—and the team! Anything for you and the team. Because we’re all a team. And we need to be a good team. So we can win. I like winning. Yes. Good.”

“I hate to interrupt,” Alejandro says queasily, “but did you say there was bird guano in that mixture?”

“Yep!”

“Ah. I am going to… go to the confessional.”

“Need me to hold your hair back?” Noah calls after Alejandro, who scurries out of the room giving no response.

“Clingy much?” Heather says.

“It’s not that,” Noah says. “I think he’s up to something.”

Heather’s eyebrows shoot up. “You what?”

“I think he’s up to something. The guy’s slippery—”

“We’re having a chat right now,” Heather says, grabbing Noah’s arm and hauling him out of the room.

“…Okay?” Noah lets himself be dragged off, but not before looking back at the others with a deadpan, “Help.”

Owen waves. “Bye little buddy!”

“You don’t mind that it’s bird guano, do you?” Courtney asks Gwen.

“Are you kidding? That’s nasty. I love it!”

Courtney’s smile grows wider. “It’s the least I could do. Especially with Chris and Chef taking over first class—that can’t be good.”

“I’m more worried about Heather and Noah,” Gwen whispers. “What if they’re forming an alliance?”

“I dunno, seems like they just wanted to talk about Alejandro. He might be up to something.”

“I think we should form our own alliance. Starting with some reconnaissance.”

#pjs td oneshot polls #gwourtney #td gwen #td courtney #total drama #total drama world tour #td fic #fic #my fic #tdwt

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seekinghelp-adhd · 1 year

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So, uh, apparently I wrote this and never posted it anywhere. Whoops! Anyway, enjoy a Ladynoir reveal fic ft. "the umbrella™️"

Ladybug took a deep breath, steeling her nerves as she clutched the handle of her umbrella. Moving her gaze up toward the Eiffel Tower, she could vaguely see Chat pacing, waiting for her to arrive. He was nervous, no doubt. She usually didn’t call for meetings outside of an akuma like this.

There was a first time for everything, she supposed. After all, this was also the first time she would be meeting up with Chat as more than just her partner. At least, she hoped they would be more. Desperately, she hoped she wasn’t too late. Safely storing the umbrella into the infinite storage of her yoyo, Ladybug took one last, calming breath and leapt from the roof to see her kitty.

Chat Noir turned suddenly to face her as soon as he heard her feet hit the metal platform. “Ah, there you are, LB! I was starting to wonder if I’d gotten here early.”

“Don’t tease, Chaton. You’ll learn very soon that I’m rarely on time for anything.”

“Only if we keep meeting up outside of battles, like this.”

Chat flashed a confident smirk, but she could see the hope hiding behind his eyes. She smiled softly. Chat Noir was entirely different that night on the rooftop waiting for her. He had shown Marinette a deep, sincere love for Ladybug. The more she took the time to notice, the more she could see that sweet, kind boy behind the confident, flirty clown that he pretended to be.

“I’d like that.”

He blinked as the smirk dropped from his face, turning to a thoughtful frown.

“Uh… Really?”

“Yes, Chaton. Really.” Ladybug tried to stifle a laugh, barely succeeding as she continued. “Actually, that’s why I wanted to talk to you today.”

“Oh, well then… Okay. What’s up, Buginette?”

She opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself when she caught his eye. This was Chat Noir. This was her partner and the person she trusted most in the world. If there were anyone in the world that she could be completely comfortable with, it would be him. Yet, as she made eye contact, she could feel that familiar flutter that she’d only ever received from Adrien Agreste.

She closed her mouth with a snap and firmly shut her eyes, trying to think of anything other than what she was about to do. Every attempt at romance with Adrien had been ruined by these nerves. She was determined not to let them take away yet another chance at happiness. Taking one last deep breath, she opened her eyes and tried again.

“I have to apologize.”

Chat Noir raised an inquisitive eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the left.

“Apologize for what, LB? I’m not upset at you over anything.”

“For a lot of things, actually, but mainly for all the rejections over the years. For the longest time I thought you were just a flirt, but I know better now. I’m so sorry, Chaton, for not taking your feelings seriously.”

Chat Noir placed a hand on her shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Ladybug. That really means a lot to me, and I’m sorry too – for how I handled that, I mean. I never meant to give off the impression that I was flirty or pushy or anything, I just wanted you to know how I felt. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”

“No! Chat, I promise. You never made me uncomfortable. I would have asked you to stop if there had been a problem. You were very clear with how you felt. It’s just that I’ve always had trouble expressing those feelings. When you were so upfront and clear with it, I couldn’t believe it was serious because I couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to just… say stuff like that.”

“I guess I can understand that. The way I see it though, that just means you should say it more. That’s why I’ve always wondered why you never just confessed to that boy you like. The harder something is to say, the more important it is to say it.”

“Which leads me to the next part of this. About that boy… I’ve decided I’m not going to confess.”

Ladybug sighed, looking into the city as the sun set behind them. Just saying the words out loud was a relief. She smiled as she felt a weight leave that she never knew she carried.

“What?! Why not? He’d be an idiot not to fall for you.”

Ladybug couldn’t help but laugh at his declaration, half because of how bold it was and half out of relief. If he was so confident that Adrien would love her, he must still harbor some of those feelings himself, right?

“I appreciate your confidence in me, Chaton, but he’s never seen me as anything but a friend, and… I’m finally okay with that. I mean, I still feel the same way about him, but I’ve kind of accepted that not all love has to be romantic, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, uh… Well, it’s like how we used to be. I love him, but as one of my best friends, nothing more. He’s happy, and that’s enough for me.”

It was a subtle hint, just to introduce the idea that things had changed. Unfortunately, he seemed to brush right past it like he’d never even noticed.

“But are you happy with that? Your happiness matters too.”

“Yes, it does, but I’ve realized recently that my happiness shouldn’t rely on him, especially not when I could be just as happy with someone else.”

Ladybug turned to face him. She looked him in the eye despite her nerves and batted her eyelashes, no longer fighting the blush that rose to her cheeks.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Chat sung with a smirk. “Someone has finally managed to steal your heart away from the mysterious ‘other boy?’”

Ladybug couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. It seemed that every boy she fell for was doomed to the same obliviousness. He managed to figure out there was someone else but had somehow missed all the hints that it was him.

“No one stole anything, Chaton. I gave it away. I came to realize recently that I love someone else just as much as I loved him. That confused me for a while, because how could I be in love with two people? Once I accepted that I was though, I started questioning everything. Why would I keep chasing after the first boy knowing he’ll never feel the same, when this new guy already loves me back? So, I made a choice. I’m going to move on.”

Chat was silent for a while after this, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

“So, this… ‘new guy,’ makes you happy? He loves you as much as you love him?”

“I think so. At least, I hope he does… You see, he was always flirting with me, but I never took him seriously. I was so focused on the other guy that I kept denying how much he meant to me. It’s been a while since he’s done anything about his feelings though, and I’m kind of scared that after pushing him away for so long I’ve missed my chance… Honestly, I’m not really sure I deserve him after how much I’ve hurt him.”

“Don’t say things like that, bug. Of course, you deserve to be happy! I know you well enough to know you’d never intentionally hurt anyone, even Hawkmoth.”

Ladybug smirked. “Oh, you overestimate me, Chaton. I would absolutely hurt Hawkmoth intentionally. It’s a very short list, but there are a few people in this world that I would like to stub their toe or get a papercut.”

“Stubbed toes and papercuts? I didn’t realize you were so ruthless, my lady! I should have a word with your Kwami about this violent streak of yours. Next thing I know, you’ll start wishing they would step on a Lego brick.”

They laughed together at the familiar banter. Ladybug turned her face away for a moment, hiding her red cheeks, before she turned to face him again. Maybe if he could see the effect that nickname had on her now, she wouldn’t have to do much more explaining. As he started to recover from his own laughter, he turned to face her again. Whether it was the clearly blushing girl he saw or the realization of how close they were, he quickly turned away with wide eyes and red cheeks of his own.

After a moment, Chat cleared his throat. “So, uh… Now that the ‘other boy’ is just a friend, do I finally get to know his name?”

“You aren’t interested in ‘new guy’ at all?”

“Of course I am, Bugaboo, but we both know you aren’t telling me his name any time soon.”

“You know what, maybe I would have before you called me ‘Bugaboo’ again. Now I think I won’t.”

“Hilarious joke, but I really think you’re fonder of that nickname than you let on. The last time I called you that in battle, you didn’t even throw anything at me! This time, you didn’t even ask me to stop.”

“Well, maybe-”

Maybe I’ll let you call me Bugaboo after you really make me your lady.

The reality of what she almost said hit her like a tsunami, sending her cheeks to an even brighter crimson and her eyes nearly bulging out of her skull.

“Uh… You know what, forget I said anything. That was going to be a really dumb comeback.”

She turned away, looking off to her left, when a comforting hand landed on her own.

“Ladybug, are you okay? I know you said the flirting didn’t make you uncomfortable, but I’ve never seen you speechless before, or that, uh… flustered. You said you were about to tell me who the new guy is, and it didn’t sound like you were kidding. You’ve never shared personal details like that before because of the issues with secret identities. What’s going on?”

Every bit of resolve she had to keep up her teasing fell apart. With slumped shoulders and her head hanging low, she decided to lay everything out in the open. After everything Chat Noir had said about her deserving happiness and being impossible not to love, she had some hope that she wasn’t too late after all. The words seemed to stop in her throat, refusing to leave, but something in the back of her mind pushed her forward. The harder something is to say, the more important it is to say it.

“It’s you, Chaton.”

“It’s… me? I’m the reason you’ve been so worked up lately? Was it… something I did?”

She turned suddenly to face him, shocked that he could have missed a hint that direct.

“No, you stupid cat! Well, yes, actually – but not because you did something wrong!”

“What? I don’t understand, LB.”

“It’s you! You are the reason I’ve been so flustered these last few akuma battles! It was your feelings and flirting that I constantly ignored and rejected! You are the one that I hurt over and over again, for no reason, and I feel terrible! Because without you I wouldn’t even be here! I wouldn’t be Ladybug if you hadn’t believed in me that first day. I wouldn’t be alive if you weren’t always looking after me, putting me before yourself. I wouldn’t be sane if you weren’t there to make me smile and laugh after a long day of stress and bullying and self-doubt.

“You’re my partner and my best friend, and it was stupid of me to keep pretending that was all you would ever be. Because no matter how hard I’ve tried to deny it or ignore it, I do love you, Chaton. I was heartbroken when I saw that incredible, romantic date you tried to take me on! It tore me apart to keep telling you no, only to go running after a boy who could honestly never compete. He never saw me like you do, and even if he did, he could never know me like you do.

“I’m so, so sorry I hurt you, Chat. I’m sorry that for all the times I’ve broken your heart, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were angry with me for pushing you away like that. I completely understand if I’m too late or if you’ve already moved on. I know this isn’t fair to you, but I couldn’t just keep pretending like these feelings aren’t here. I’m tired of lying to you, Chat, and I’m tired of lying to myself.

“The truth is that I love you, Chaton, and I’m a self-sabotaging idiot for keeping you at arm’s length all this time. I’ve been trying to say this all night, but I couldn’t work up the courage to just up and say it and you never caught on to any of the hints! Somehow you ended up thinking there was another other guy, but it was you, Chaton. It’s you, and it always has been. I love-“ Before she could even finish her declaration before suddenly Chat’s lips met hers and took her breath away.

Chat Noir was stunned. He had spent all night trying to keep a delicate balance. He thought the flirting was making her uncomfortable, so he stopped. Apparently, it wasn’t, so he started again. Then she got all red in the face, like she was angry at something, so he stopped again. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, here she was declaring her love for him!

Ladybug was sitting right in front of him, telling him in no uncertain terms, that she was deeply, madly in love with him, and he could barely focus, because how could this be possible? He must have misunderstood her somehow. He must be reading the situation wrong. His mind worked overtime trying to comprehend the words he was hearing, but the few parts he had heard clearly, he latched onto like they were life itself.

Without you, I wouldn’t be here.

You’re more than just my partner.

He could never know me like you do.

I’m tired of lying to myself.

I love you, Chaton.

Chat Noir had no idea at what point he started crying, but he wasn’t sure that mattered. He wasn’t quite sure when his hands had ended up around her waist either, but as long as she was always this close to him, he could figure out how to live without arms. Chat wasn’t even certain when he had brought his head down for a kiss, but all conscious thought on the matter left as soon as her lips moved against his.

He didn’t need time or thought or air right now. His lady was kissing him! His lady loved him! This moment could last forever as far as he was concerned. Unfortunately, his aching lungs protested and forced him to pull away far too early. Unwilling to leave just yet, Chat chose to fall into her embrace, burying his head in her neck as he softly wept.

Eventually, Ladybug found her voice again. Wiping the tears from her own eyes, she began to slowly pry him away.

“I want to give you something, Mon Minou.”

Chat could only look at her in awe. Her kitty. If his smile spread any wider, he would wake up sore tomorrow. He watched as Ladybug pulled the item out of her yoyo, placing it delicately in his lap. Chat could only hope Ladybug didn’t notice the look of shock and realization on his face as he took hold of a very familiar black umbrella.

“The other boy gave me this umbrella on the day I met him. I had misjudged him that day, and I treated him poorly because of it. He didn’t hold that against me though. Instead, he apologized for something that wasn’t even his fault. He was open and vulnerable, telling me he didn’t have many friends and wanted to make things right. He gave me that umbrella and walked to his car soaking wet so I wouldn’t have to walk home in the rain.”

Chat Noir slowly raised his head to meet her gaze.

“Lightning struck when he handed it to me, and in that blink of light I fell in love with his kindness and his smile.” Ladybug stopped for a moment, laughing at the memory, “The umbrella closed on my head. He laughed, but I could tell he wasn’t laughing at me. I fell in love with him fast and hard, a lot like the way you say you fell in love with me during Stoneheart.”

Ladybug stood up, pulling Chat to stand with her as she took his free hand in both of hers.

“That wasn’t the way I fell for you, though. I fell in love with you slowly, building a relationship on time and friendship and trust. It was such a quiet, calm fall that I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late. When I fell in love with Adrien, it was loud, and it quickly became the only thing I could focus on when he was around. By the time I realized that I was in love with you, you were already the only thing I could think about in all parts of my life.

“I found myself holding back laughter at puns that I normally would have hated, because I would hear you laughing at them in my head. I would miss you at school or during outings with friends, wishing that you could be there too even when Adrien was around. If falling for Adrien made him the center of my world, falling in love with you made you the sun that everything else depended on.

“I want to give you that umbrella, Chaton. I want to give it to you to prove that I’m not holding on to those feelings anymore. I want you to have it as a memory of your own thunderbolt, like it has been for me. For years that umbrella has been a symbol of my love and my hope for the future. I want you to have that, Chat: the symbol, my love, my future… all of it. I love you, Chaton, with everything I am, and it would make me unbelievably happy if I could really be your lady.”

Ladybug watched as his eyes searched hers, desperate for some answer to a question she didn’t know. Chat slowly – reverently – set the umbrella down, careful not to let it fall, and removed his hand from hers, placing both on her cheeks. She felt herself shiver as his thumbs gently trailed the outline of her mask.

“My lady… My princess…”

Ladybug’s eyes went wide at the nickname. He had never called her that before. That nickname had only been reserved for-

“My Marinette… I can’t believe how blind I’ve been.”

Chat was smiling now, gazing at her in awe as he started to laugh. It wasn’t long before he was using her to support his weight as his body trembled in silent laughter. Ladybug watched on in confusion and horror as she spoke, her voice barely a whisper as it shook.

“Chat, are you okay? How did… How did you figure me out?”

Chat’s eyes met her own once again. She had expected the worst: disappointment, shock, sadness. Honestly, she had expected anything other than the look of pure joy and adoration smiling back at her.

“My lady, we’ve both been so stupid. I’m the one that needs to apologize, not you. I can’t believe how blind I’ve been! Wait…” Chat drew his hands away from her suddenly, considering something for a moment, before throwing them wildly into the air. “I CAN’T BELIEVE PLAGG WAS RIGHT!”

“Chaton, you aren’t making any sense. How do you know it’s me? What are you apologizing for?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been just as oblivious to Marinette’s feelings as Ladybug has been to Chat Noir’s. I had no idea you were in love with Adrien. You can’t imagine how much trouble I could have saved us if I had just opened my eyes for once. I mean, everyone has been telling me to pay more attention to you: Alya, Nino, Plagg. Heck, even Chloe gave me a stern talking to once about how I needed to, ‘get my act together and make out with Dupain-Cheng already!’”

By now, Ladybug’s face was nearly as red as her suit. He had given her everything she needed to figure it out, but the answer was so ridiculous she just couldn’t accept it. What little magic from the miraculous that was still working didn’t help matters. She knew she should understand, but she just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“I’m not quite getting it yet, Chaton. What are you trying to say?”

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Marinette-” Chat paused, kneeling down to take the umbrella back in his hands. With a smirk, he held it out between them. “-is that it’s about time you returned my umbrella.”

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