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As Our Fingers Entwine

The end of the trilogy!!! I hope you all enjoy, both newcomers and those who have been eagerly anticipating this piece! It is in fact NSFW, appropriate tags below. Read it on AO3 here!

TRIGUN STAMPEDE EPISODE 7 SPOILERS IN FIC BELOW!

Vash/Reader, 6,000+ Words, AFAB Reader but no specific pronouns used, mutual pining, body worship, frottage, vaginal sex, alien biology, praise kink, enthusiastic consent, begging

You couldn't say for certain why the ambience of the peaceful town didn't lull you to sleep the same way the rattling underbelly of the Sand Steamer seemed to, but you had a distinct feeling it was because you weren't right next to Vash.

You'd never admit it aloud, mainly for fear of revealing your painfully obvious affections for your blond companion, but nowadays you always slept better with Vash by your side. And as happy as Vash seemed to have a room to himself and time to catch his breath, a selfish little part of you had hoped he'd be cheap again, crowd the two of you into a single room to save a few double dollars. The last time you truly got to sleep side-by-side with him was a few bumpy hours on the Sand Steamer, before the incident with the Bad Lads and the shootout and the, well, the entire steamer nearly catastrophically crashing to pieces. There wasn't much sleeping on the bus ride into town either, no matter how exhausted the both of you were. 

And yet, when you collapsed face-first into the surprisingly comfy hotel bed, you found yourself agonizingly conscious. Somehow, a simple wall in between you and Vash was enough to keep you from getting a good night's sleep. Just when did you become so dependent? Now three nights have passed, each one spent tossing and turning, unable to get more than a few blissful moments of shuteye. It wasn't like you were scared, or even stressed! Your body had just acclimated to the idea of sleeping curled up next to Vash, and now without him…

"Hey, anybody home in there?"

"...Hmm? Oh! Oh, yeah, I'm listening." You hadn't realized you'd started to doze off at the diner table over your supper until Vash leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of your face. You jolted up, grabbing a wedge of your sandwich and jamming it quickly into your mouth as he gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, his salmon sandwich basically finished and his free hand twiddling a stray french fry back and forth across the plate. Ah, he must have been waiting for you.

"You're a little out of it today. Everything alright?"

You waved him off, taking a swig of water to force down the mouthful of bread and various fillings. "It's fine! Just not sleeping well, it's no big deal."

Your response didn't seem to soothe Vash's worries at all, as his little smile fell into a frown. "That's no good. Is everything alright? You don't feel unsafe or anything, do you?"

"Nonono, nothing like that, really!" His concern really shouldn't have been enough to fluster you, Vash would have been worried for just about anyone who looked as worn-out as you did. But it still hit a soft little spot in you, something eternally sensitive to Vash's care and attention that you had to do your absolute best to stifle basically every moment of every day. "It's just too quiet, you know? I'm not used to having a room to myself anymore, heh. Pretty silly, isn't it?"

Judging by the soft and further  furrowing of Vash's brow, your  placations did nothing to assuage his concern. "Is there anything I can do? To help, I mean."

Stay. Stay with me, always.

Yeah, right. Like you could actually say that out loud. You sunk further into your seat, feeling a bit like an insect under a magnifying glass in the face of his consideration. It felt as if one wrong word or move would suddenly and jarringly expose the affections you held for him that seemed so glaringly obvious at all times, always.

"I dunno. It's not a big deal, anyway. We don't have to worry about it."

He seemed to sense your own discomfort with the subject matter, and leaned gently back in his seat. "I saw there was a tailor in this town! If you want you can come with me tomorrow, maybe get that tear in your cloak patched up?"

You thumbed the rugged fabric edge in your hand, almost not wanting to. Vash had patched it for you last time, and though the job was a touch on the rough side you didn't exactly like the idea of someone undoing his heartfelt, albeit clumsy, stitchwork. But shopping with Vash? That definitely sounded like how you wanted to spend your afternoon.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Anywhere you wanna stop by?"

"Might pick up some ammo, but not much besides that!"

And you were certain that would be the end of it. Even after thumbing out a few double-dollars to pay for dinner, opening the diner door for you with a cartoonish bow, and chatting idly as the two of you made your way back towards the hotel, Vash didn’t broach the subject again. By the time you’d made it to the door of your room you were certain he’d forgotten about it. But just as you were about to wish him goodnight and slip through the crack of the doorway his hand came to rest upon the door handle, that familiar soft expression of concern sneaking back up across his face.

“If you wanted… I could stay until you fall asleep?" There was a distinct shyness about it, like he was genuinely afraid of what your reaction may be. "Just to see if it would help?" 

You blinked at him once, twice, needing a moment to process the words he was saying before it actually clicked in your mind. Face growing hot, you prayed your expression didn't fully give away your embarrassment as an image wormed itself into your brain, an image of yourself in Vash's arms, his lips resting on the jut of your collarbone peeking from the hem of your shirt, of warm hands on the soft dip of your hips climbing higher, and higher…

Seeming to take your extended silence as rejection, or worse, disgust, Vash began to frantically backpedal, hand flying from the doorknob to tangle in the soft hair at the base of his neck. "You can say no! I just wanted to offer. Maybe that was a little weird, huh? Sorry, you can forget about it.”

But you didn't want to forget. Forgetting meant a return to… To whatever you and Vash were before that first night you woke up and saw him gazing at the stars. Forgetting meant pulling away again, faking a smile, pretending there was nothing there when you so desperately wanted there to be. Forgetting meant not acknowledging that he kept offering his hand to you, and that out of your own foolish anxieties you kept drawing away. 

And yeah, maybe things could still go catastrophically wrong. But wasn't that what you loved about Vash in the first place? How the entire world could fall apart around him and he'd still get up again, offer you a smile and put his best foot forward? 

You loved him. You loved him. And you were fucking sick of pretending you didn't. Your fingertips had closed around the fabric of his sleeve before you could second-guess yourself. 

"Stay with me."

And oh, oh, if the expression that crawled its way up Vash's face wasn't worth any and every possible humiliation, rejection, or vague discomfort. Red bloomed up from his collar, creeping up his neck into his cheeks and the tops of his ears. He blinked twice behind his oversized lenses, gaze flicking from your face to where you'd gripped his sleeve and back again a few times over. A thin, wobbly smile snuck across his lips, making his relief obvious despite his conscious efforts to hide it. A peek of sharp canines glinted from the gap as he shot you a crooked, sheepish grin, despite being nearly as red in the face as his signature coat.

"Y-Yeah!" He winced at the way his own voice cracked, oblivious to just how endearing you found it. "Yeah, heh, no problem! Let me, let me get my… I'll be right back. Five minutes? Give me five minutes, pinkie promise."

He even interlocked his pinkie with your own, a small, familiar laugh sneaking out before he slipped, momentarily, from your grasp. You watched as he stumbled down the hall to his own room, fumbled the door handle once, twice, banging his body into the wooden frame before managing to get it open, never once taking his eyes off you until the door slipped closed. Cute.

You stepped into your own room, clicking on the bedside lamp and flooding it in a warm, yellowed glow. Shedding your day clothes as quickly as possible, you kicked them into a heap in the corner and scrambled into your pajamas, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Without Vash's buzzing, eager energy at your side you had just enough time before he returned to briefly feel incredibly embarrassed at your show of need, face growing hot as you replayed the little scene over and over in your mind. Your hand around his sleeve, his expressions, your choice of words… God, you were so obvious. Had he really not picked up on it at all? But he seemed so eager, as eager as you were at the very least. Maybe he wasn't the only one who had been a little oblivious lately.

True to his word, it couldn't have been more than five minutes before you heard a soft knock on the door to your room. Standing on the other side was Vash, not clad in his signature red jacket but rather his familiar, beige pajamas. The worn out shirt hung loose around the collar with the sleeves draping just long enough to cover half of his hands, the loose elastic of the sweatpants held tight with an old, white drawstring. His hair was floppy and now shower-damp, hanging partially in his face as he gave you that so soft, so sweet little smile.

"You look comfy." He said, voice as soft as his grin.

"I could say the same for you." You responded, cracking a similar smile. Stepping to the side you let him join you in your room, door closing with a soft click as a palpable air of… something simmered between you two. Tension? Nervousness? It felt like a melting pot of just about everything you had or could feel when it came to Vash. He stood awkwardly in the center of the room as you flitted around him towards the bed.

"You should probably get some rest, huh? I'll just grab a seat at…" He gestured vaguely towards one of the two chairs set at the table by the window, words dropping from his lips as he watched you pat the open space in the bed next to you. He blinked again, face flushing pink once more.

"...Only if you want to." You added softly. He visibly swallowed, nodding so gently you could have almost missed it, and set his glasses on the nightstand with a soft clack. Carefully, hesitantly, he pulled back the covers and let himself into the bed beside you, moving like he was afraid at any moment you were going to change your mind and ask him to leave. 

You would never. You wanted him beside you. At all times, always.

He clicked off the lamp, and the two of you were plunged into darkness. A single stream of moonlight filtered between the thin curtains, falling diagonally across the bedroom floor and providing just enough light for you to keep Vash's face in view. When the two of you shared a sleeping bag for the first time the closeness was a necessity, there was nowhere else for you to go in the tiny shared space. But even now, with the width of the bed slim but still far greater than a sleeping bag could provide, you couldn't help but press yourself close to him. As always he was warm, so warm, heat radiating under the thin covers to soothe you, a constant thrum of energy just beneath his skin even when he was relaxed and doe-eyed as he was with you right now, laying on his side mirroring you, unable to look away. 

In this moment you couldn't help but consider that Vash was more alive than you had ever been in your own lifetime, or that you ever would be. He was a walking enigma, incredibly powerful yet so gentle, capable of such inhuman feats but so intimately, painfully fragile. Maybe you'd never fully understand him the way you wanted to, maybe there would always be secrets he couldn't share or stories he wouldn't tell. But you didn't mind, not as long as he was yours and you were his.

"Hi." He murmured, breath hot against your lips, that small, sappy smile never leaving his own.

"Hi." You replied. "Is this… Is this okay?"

"Yes." There was a relief in his voice, a borderline reverence. His hand hovered, briefly, coming to rest on the small of your hip and sending a jolt of need crawling up your spine fast enough to give you a headrush. "Are we… okay?"

"Always."

He let out a low, shuddering breath, hand flexing around your hip. "I haven't… I want… I want…" His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. He let out another breath, a short, warm huff as he hesitated, brow knit like even now he was afraid of the oncoming rejection, the inevitable hurt.

The two of you really had been completely oblivious, hadn't you?

You closed the gap yourself. Slowly, carefully, for no more than a few moments, you pressed your lips to his. He gasped when you did, a sharp, surprised inhale through his nose before his entire body seemed to melt into your several points of contact: your legs, his hand on your hip, your lips. You watched his eyes slide open again after you pulled away, crease in his brow receding as he blinked at you, almost owlishly.

"You kissed me." He murmured, that air of reverence returning to his voice.

"I did." You said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, and that's because it was.

"You'll… You'll always be in danger. You know that, right?"

"I do."

"We're always going to be moving. You wouldn't rather settle down somewhere nice?"

"Not if you're not there."

He sucked in another shaky breath, corners of his eyes growing glassy and wet. "It won't… It won't be easy. Being with me. It's hard."

"Vash." You cupped his face with your hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. "I promise you it's not. It's really not."

He positively beamed, knocking his forehead against yours as he burst into quiet giggles. "You're really amazing, you know? You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Your own laughter joined his, and any hint of apprehension or concern Vash may have still held seemed to melt away in the face of your smile. "Now shush. Kiss me again."

He was clumsy, clearly overeager as he pressed his lips to yours once more. It started as another soft, fluttering thing, then a second, then a third, before you tipped your chin up and opened your mouth into the next kiss, inviting him to do the same. Fingers tangled in his soft hair, you pressed further into him, tasting honey and sunlight as you licked into his open mouth and he moaned against your lips. You didn't even realize he was moving you until you found yourself on your back, Vash's sturdy build boxing you in, knees framing your thighs as his teeth clicked wetly against yours and he groaned again at the feeling of your mouth moving against his. It was a messy, relief-stricken thing, like finding sweet, cool water after a day trekking across the open dunes. His still-flesh hand gripped your hip, fingertips indenting your soft skin, but his prosthetic hand cradled your cheek so gently, with such veneration it could have brought you to tears. There was a wet smack and a sharp gasp when he finally pulled away, like he was coming up for air. A single sticky strand of saliva still connected your lips, and as you swiped it off of his lower lip with a smile he gave you a sheepish grin in return.

"You gotta breathe through your nose, Vash."

"I know, I just…" He watches as you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking off the smear of spit there. He gulps, teeth worrying his lower lip. "...Just got a bit sidetracked, is all."

When he leaned back in a second time his target wasn't your lips, but the gentle slope of your neck. He placed a featherlight kiss upon you, relaxing when he heard your content hum and your fingers carded through the hairs at the base of his neck. Then he sucked a mark into the soft junction between your neck and exposed collarbone, teeth grazing and tongue lathing over the sensitive spot as you writhed beneath Vash's touch. His breath ghosted hotly over your neck, goosebumps prickling out across your skin as heat pooled low and eager in your stomach and you fisted one hand in the front of Vash's night shirt.

"Vash." You whined, and his low groan in response rumbled out against your already sensitive neck. "Vash." You moaned again, louder this time, needy but not completely sure what for. 

"Hmm?" His questioning hum was barely discernible from his soft, pleased groans, only the uptick at the end of the throaty sound cluing you in that Vash had even heard you at all. His lips rested on the curve of your jaw, thumb trailing back and forth across your cheekbone. You fisted the back of his shirt in one hand and tangled the other in his messy hair, whimpering at each barely-there kiss he left as he trailed his way up your jawbone to your ear. "You're so soft. So, so soft."

His lips brushed the shell of your ear and you couldn't help yourself, whining as your hips jerked up against his. His breath stuttered and he jolted back from you to blink with wide, shocked eyes. Immediately a hot flush of shame coursed through your body, searing behind your eyes and cheeks. Was he disappointed? Disgusted? 

"I'm so sorry." If you could shrink back and disappear you would, but it's not like there was anywhere for you to go. Vash's brow furrowed again for a moment before his eyes blew wide once more, immediately taking your face in both hands as gently as he could.

"No, no it's alright! There's nothing wrong you just- just surprised me a little! That's not bad! I just- Aw jeez." He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your nose, then your forehead. "Please don't cry. I promise I'm not upset or anything, so don't cry, okay?"

"I'm not gonna cry! I'm just… embarrassed." You mumbled between squished cheeks, eyes trained down and away from Vash's sympathetic smile.

“There’s no need to be.”

“I know that.” You whined, covering your eyes with the palm of your hand. You felt another fluttering kiss on the tip of your nose, and peeked through your fingers to find Vash beaming at you. There was a cautious apprehension behind his eyes now though, a similar fear to what you knew you were currently feeling.

“There is, uh, something I have to tell you though.” He fidgeted a little, not quite meeting your gaze. “It’s just that my body is kinda… Well, it’s a little… different? And I don’t want to freak you out or anything. But if you do freak out… That’s probably completely valid, I’ll be honest.”

“Vash, I’ve seen your scars before. You know I don’t mind, right?”

He winced a little, lower lip jutting out in a bit of a pout. “...That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s a… It’s a PLANT thing.”

“Oh.” As Vash sat back on your thighs you propped yourself up a bit to meet his gaze. “Well, that’s alright too. I won’t judge you for anything you can’t control, Vash.”

“Yeah but it’s… It’s pretty out there.”

“Try me.”

Vash opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it, then shut it again, blush crawling its way up his cheeks with his fisted hands tucked into his lap. He twiddled his thumbs, worried his lower lip with his sharp teeth, and still failed to meet your gaze. 

"It's, uh, it's just that it's a bit… different. My, uh… y'know?"

You'd been pretty oblivious to Vash's affections for you, but that didn't mean you were stupid. The way his gaze flickered down and then back up again when he spoke? The way one hand fisted the fabric of his pants and the other remained firmly tucked between his thighs, not quite against his crotch but definitely blocking it from your view? You could at least put those puzzle pieces together.

You rubbed the top of his knee with your hand, and tension seemed to melt from his stance with your touch alone.

"Would you… be willing to show me?"

He grimaced a bit, continuing to nibble on his lower lip until you ran the thumb of your other hand across it, trying to soothe the reddened skin. "I just don't want to freak you out or anything, is all."

"You really think at this point there's anything you could do or say to freak me out?" You bumped your forehead against his, the same way he had for you just moments ago. "Hate to break it to you, but you're kind of stuck with me now." He barked out a laugh, saying nothing but finally meeting your gaze, so you continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake, but I also don't want you to run away from me. You trust me, right?"

"I do."

"Then trust that I won't run away either. I promise. I just want you, Vash, that's all."

He sucked in a shuddering breath, nodding softly against you. "Yeah. I want you too." Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he flashed you a cartoonish pout. "Maybe if someone gave me another kiss I'd get a bit braver?"

"You dork." You giggled, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him breathless once more. He leaned into you again, mouth open and eager, finally letting his hands trail back up your body where you'd wanted them. "Wait, switch with me."

"Hrmm? Whoa!" You wrestled Vash to the side, rolling the two of you over until you were now the one straddling his hips, not the other way around. He blinked up at you, mouth agape and lips slightly slick as he took in your form in the pale moonlight. "Oh. I could get used to a view like this."

With a single, sudden twist upwards of your arms, you pulled off your shirt and let it fall somewhere off the side of the bed, baring your chest to him fully. Vash gasped, hands squeezing against your soft sides as his gaze raked over your form.

"This one too…" He murmured. Trailing your fingertips down the length of his chest, you fiddled with the hem at the bottom of his shirt, lifting a bit but not quite tugging.

"This okay?" 

He nodded, hands joining yours to help wrestle his shirt off over his head. Immediately you were upon him, a featherlight trail of lips and fingertips upon every inch of scarred skin, tracing the outline of the metal reinforcement over his left pectoral as gently as you could. Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the front of his loose pajama pants tented and straining where they met your clothed core. He was big, that much was obvious. Another roll of your hips, not accidental this time but intentional, left Vash gasping out a sharp, labored wheeze as his hips finally jerked forward against yours.

"Sensitive." He panted, shuddering helplessly as his hips stuttered forward again. "C-Careful, it's sensitive."

That sensitive, with several layers of clothes still between you? Now you were getting really curious. You rolled your hips again, friction sparking pleasure up your spine but it was nothing compared to the way Vash positively mewled, back arching and hips rutting erratically to meet you. A dark, damp spot was beginning to seep through the fabric at the tip. You cupped his clothed length with your hand as gently as you could. 'Sensitive.' You reminded yourself. But a bolt of surprise rocketed through you instead when you could swear that, just for a moment, you felt his cock squirm against you, pressing up into your hand without the aid of his hips.

"Please don't freak out." Vash wheezed. You squeezed his length again, pressing in firmly, but it was impossible to tell what writhing was from Vash squirming around and what came from, well, Vash squirming around.

"I'm not freaking out." You reassured him, and in all honesty you weren't. Were you surprised? Of course! But there wasn't really anything about Vash that could truly "freak you out" anymore, even this. You stroked his length through the fabric once more and watched that wet spot at the tip bloom farther and darker, Vash shivering like he'd just touched a live wire. "Is it okay to take these off? Only if you're okay with it."

You hooked a finger into the waistband and waited, Vash's gaze laser focused in on your hand. Slowly, carefully, he nodded. Fingers looped in the elastic of both his pajama pants and his boxers, you gave him plenty of time to change his mind as you tugged them down, Vash letting out a quiet, hitched gasp when his cock sprung free.

Well, Vash certainly wasn't lying about it being different. Arching upwards from between his legs was what you could only describe as a tentacle, thick base sprouting from slick folds at the apex of his thighs. It curled upwards towards his belly and tapered slim at the tip, beading semi-translucent liquid that dribbled down the length of the shaft. It wasn't the same shade as his skin; It was closer to a bluish-white, marked up the length with abstract patterning similar to the glyphs on the outside bulb of a PLANT. Vaguely you wondered if it was always out like this, or if it settled itself snugly within those wet, petal pink folds when he wasn't aroused. You had to think it did, if Vash was as sensitive as he made himself out to be, otherwise he'd be on the verge of cumming with each step he took.

On second thought, that wasn't a bad image either.

Vash gulped, squirming a bit under your gaze, knees pulling together but unable to close fully with your body in the way. "So, uh, you're not screaming. I'm gonna go ahead and take that as a good sign!" You smoothed a hand up the length of his thigh, pausing right at the junction of his hip, and his cock twitched towards you subconsciously like a writhing tendril. He seemed to shrink in on himself a little at this, shoulders pulling up towards his ears as he anticipated your reaction.

"Vash, God Vash… Do you even have any idea how pretty you are?" He had to know, you couldn't let him wake up tomorrow and just bumble around for the rest of his life not knowing. He was ethereal, scarred skin painted in hues of blush pink, cheeks burning, eyes soft and wide… He had to be a PLANT, because it just wasn't feasible for a normal human to be this achingly beautiful. "You're so, so pretty Vash."

"Oh." His breathing shuddered, hips twitching when you squeezed down on the fat of his thigh. 

"Sensitive, right? I'll be careful, just tell me if it's too much, okay?" Fingertips trailing off the junction of his hip, you finally, finally, closed your palm around his length. It was hot, slick to the touch everywhere you put your fingers on it, and you could swear for just a moment that those glyphs pulsed with a faint blue-white light as Vash whimpered. "This is okay?"

He nodded furiously, hands fisting the bed sheets as he all but gasped for air. "Good! It's good. I haven't, it's been a long time since I- ohhh please…" Another bead of thick, slippery pre-cum drooled from the tip, slicking your palm as you moved it so slowly up the length of his cock, squeezing slightly on the downstroke and making Vash's back go concave against the mattress as he moaned. Heat burned low in your core, and you wrestled a hand down the front of your pajama pants to stroke your own slick folds directly. You couldn't help but picture how the silky writhing of his cock would feel inside of your pussy, slick oozing around where your bodies would meet as it pushed upwards into your aching core…

"Me too…" Vash groaned, hand grabbing for the waistband of your pants as he struggled to sit up. "Lemme touch you too, please." You stumbled off the bed for only a moment, but it was still far enough to make Vash whine at your lack of contact. Slick from Vash's cock smeared across the fabric as you wrestled both the pants and your underwear onto the floor before crawling back into Vash's lap like you couldn't stand to be away from him for another moment. His hands found your hips the moment you were within reach, rubbing soothingly up and down the outer curve of your thighs as he stared down at you, eyes swirling with arousal and adoration.

"Beautiful." He murmured, pressing his lips once more against the curve of your neck. "Tell me what you like, tell me how I can make you feel good."

Hand around his wrist, you guided him to the dark patch of hair between your legs. His fingers crooked carefully, curiously, two fingertips swiping upwards through your wet folds and catching over your clit. He shuddered when you moaned, the very act of giving you pleasure seeming to do him the same. Finding your clit again, he rubbed over it with his fingertips in slow, almost soothing circles.

"That's good." You cooed, taking him in hand again. "You're so good for me, Vash, such a good boy."

"Yes!" He moaned, his metal hand coming around to grip your ass, urging you to roll your hips against his hand. "Yes, 'm good, I'm so good." Sharp teeth dragged over your collarbone, just hard enough to send a prickle of pleasure up your spine. As you began to rock your hips he pressed his hand further in, letting you grind your clit against the heel of his palm as he slid his middle finger into your entrance. The intrusion was slick, effortless, and you couldn't help but moan as he curled his finger against your soft, hot walls. You pumped him again, another thick glob of pre-cum dribbling over your fingers as his cock wriggled in your grasp. "You feel so good inside." He continued to babble, drooling against your neck as he whined and gasped. "Wanna… wanna feel you, so bad…"

"Yeah?" You purred, shifting your hips further up his. With how keyed up you were you doubted you'd even be able to last more than a thrust or two with Vash inside you, but still you wanted. Nudging his hand out from between your legs, you shifted your hips down to trap his cock in between your pussy and his tense stomach as you rolled your hips and let it slip messily back and forth between your folds. Vash positively howled, head tossed back against the pillows as his other hand came around to grip your ass as well.

"Yes! Yes, please, oh please wanna make you feel so good." Shifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance, he peppered wet kisses across your neck and up your cheek as you hovered over him. You tipped your head to catch his lips with your own, moaning into his eager mouth as you finally let him nudge into you. Euphoria crackled up your spine with each small movement, an almost unbearable heat between the two of you as he shifted you so gently down his slick cock. It was almost effortless the way he slid inside, your combined wetness leaving no room for pain around the incredible pleasure as he stuffed you full, coiling and massaging your walls as you finally found your thighs resting on his and your lungs gasping for air.

"Oh, oh Vash." He shuddered at the sound of your name leaving his lips, hips snapping forward and once again driving the breath out of you as white-hot pleasure exploded behind your eyelids.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, not gonna last. Gotta make you cum, fuck, please cum for me…" His chest pressed to yours and his face pressed into the curve of your jaw, his hips thrust forward again, and again, wriggling one hand in between your sweaty bodies to thumb eagerly at your clit, rolling the swollen bud beneath the pad. You wailed, pleasure prickling tears at the corners of your eyes as your stomach coiled tighter, pushed you higher. 

A sharp blossom of pain erupted from the crook of your neck, making you cry out as Vash growled against your skin. His sharp canines dug into your sensitive flesh, bruising the soft skin there and blooming pain and pleasure into a swirling cocktail of overwhelming sensation. You dug your nails hard into the flesh of his back, shivering helplessly in his grip. The desert had been cruel, and crueler still had been its people, but you would make sure that any marks you left on Vash would be ones he wasn't ashamed to show, to feel.

"Love you." You sobbed, bleary-eyed and desperate for release, babbling similar nonsense to Vash as you tumbled into pleasure-drunk ecstasy. "Love you, I love you I love you Vash!"

He wailed, teeth pressing further into your soft neck, hips stuttering forward once, twice more before he finally shuddered, pouring his load into your awaiting core. Molten heat flooded your pussy, sending you tumbling into your own release. Rapture flooded your senses, writhing in Vash's hold as waves of pleasure overtook you, walls fluttering helplessly around his length again, and again, and again. He was spilling so much into you, you could feel it pooling out around where the two of you were joined, slicking his thighs and inevitably staining the sheets below. Even as your own orgasm began to subside, little aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your mind, he was still spilling more into your fluttering heat.

"I love you." He sobbed into your neck, drool and tears dampening your skin as he clutched you tight, so tight. "Love you so much." His tongue lathed over the bruise his teeth had left behind, a silent apology for daring to leave a single mark upon your body. With a final, shaky thrust of his hips, he seemed to spill the last of his cum into you, muscles relaxing with a stifled groan. You curled a hand in the hair at the base of his neck, pressing a kiss to his temple as he nuzzled into you. He whined as his cock seemed to slip from your heat of its own accord, another gush of hot slick spilling from your entrance as it went limp.

"I've got you, baby." You cooed. Slumping gently into his lap and ignoring the sticky-slick feeling cooling between your bodies, you let yourself melt fully into Vash's gentle hold.

"...They're probably gonna charge you extra for cleaning, you know?" He quipped, and you could feel him grimace a little at the tacky feeling between your thighs. "A lot extra."

"I'll take my chances." 

He guffawed against your neck, dragging you down to the mattress with him in a sticky heap. You curled into the curve of his body, head resting on his shoulder. His arm immediately rose to curl around you, pulling you tight against his side.

"Mmh, we should probably clean up." You mumbled, eyelids already beginning to flutter.

"...Five minutes?" He rumbled, pressing his nose into the crook of your jaw.

"Mmm… Five minutes."

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun #my writing #long post #alien biology vash

[harleehazbinfics]

A day off without you.

A/N: i missed my goobers

--- Cannibal Chef!Reader m.list

You never took any days off, especially when you loved being by Alastor's side. So, what was the point if you took a break when you won't see him? Today however, you were left in the hotel without Alastor. When Charlie saw him leave the hotel without you tailing behind him, this left Charlie with a chance to kidnap you.

"Come on! Let's go to Lu Lu Laaaand!~" she sang wearing a duck hat and waving a yellow flag around.

You tilted your head unable to comprehend the situation while all the others just sighed and shrugged following her lead, pretty used to Charlie aggressively suggesting exercises that would help them 'get along better' however, nowadays they didn't mind it, they pretty much enjoyed each other's company, except for you.

You never really minded them. You always stuck by Alastor's side besides when he talks to them that's the only times you get to interact with them. So, taking the opportunity Charlie brought you along with them.

"Are you sure we should bring cannibal bitch over here?" Angel whispered leaning down on Charlie while you inspected the little hat and eventually putting it on your head with a derpy look in your face.

"Of course! We never really had the chance to talk to them since they're basically glued to Alastor all the time. I want everyone to get to know each other and get along," Charlie explained feeling sorry for you that you never got to experience any relationships aside from what you had with him.

Angel merely shrugs and replies, "You're the boss."

"Ooh! Ooh! (y/n)! Let's go on that!" Nifty excitedly points at the rollercoaster while her other handheld yours, like a little kid with their parent.

"Oh! That's a great idea! Angel why don't you sit next with (y/n) while I sit with Nifty?" Charlie asks holding Nifty by the armpits while the little goofball smiled.

Both of you shrug indifferently as you got on the ride, going on a steady pace to the top.

"Have you ever ridden one of these before?" Angel tries to start a conversation almost awkwardly.

You shook your head not even smiling like you used to when you're with Alastor, and answered in a monotone voice, "No, I'm always with Sir Alastor so I don't really have a chance to. Even when I was alive I was always cooking or playing around with Yuta."

He only looked at you sadly, compared to him you were clearly much younger when you died and spent majority in hell bowing to someone's will even if you were willing. You never had freedom to do something for yourself.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the ride finally started as you both plummeted from a grand height increasing his adrenaline. With many twists and turns, and lots of excited screaming from him and the back, he turns to you and sees eyes filled with interest and fascination.

On wobbly legs all of you chattered excitedly as you got done from the ride. Angel looks at you to see the excited look on your eyes and a small blush on your cheek from the thrill.

"How was it, doll?" he asks with a grin.

"It was... fun," you reply with a little smile and flushed cheeks.

He purses his lips from disbelief that he saw a genuine smile on your face. He thought that you could only smile if you were given the attention you wanted or when you kill people. But you were still young afterall.

The other also saw this exchange and couldn't help but be happy for you. So, they took you on more rides and made you wear more duck themed clothes and had wonderful times together where they saw you break into a smile or laugh multiple times.

By the time you arrive back at the hotel, Alastor waited for everyone by the balcony drinking coffee by himself.

He sees you from the distance laughing and talking to Angel and Husk sharing jokes and stories from the trip with one another. He smiles candidly seeing you enjoying yourself, however he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed that you were giving a smile that wasn't for him.

But he'll let it slide for now.

"Sir Alastor! I brought you some gifts from our trip!" you yell from below him waving your hand enthusiastically.

"Did you enjoy yourself, (y/n)-dear?" he asks appearing before you.

"Yes! I had lots of fun with everyone!" you smile genuinely making the group feel like the trip was worth it after all, ending in a happier note.

mini explaination here why i made reader this way: reader was a culinary student that pretty much dedicated their life pleasing other people that they thought that was the only way for them to be happy (e.i. laugh, smile, etc). that's why they poured their hours on Yuta and Alastor to feel validated. so i wanted them to have a connection with Angel since he's the only one who canonically has siblings, and i wanted them to form that bond for probably future chapters. that and i want to reader to have a chance at a real family, when their's abused them and all. that's all thankkkkssss (also they just hate Vox lmao, probably shift between she and they from here)

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[angiesmagicspace]

Test drive

Pairing: Woo young x fem reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: car sex, oral (male receiving), he is obsessed with your boobs, fingering, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, cum play, slight possessives. 

Summary: Wooyoung just got his driver's license, and he needs to make sure that the car he chose is perfect, so he tests it out with you.

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Nights like these are the ones that you cherish the most. Spending time with your friends, especially when everyone gathers to celebrate someone's success, fills you with joy and energy. Tonight, you are having dinner in a restaurant that one of them opened not too long ago. Everyone is in a good mood, drinking, talking about God knows what, and having fun overall. You are also enjoying yourself, of course, it would've been better if your boyfriend Woooyoung was here with you, but he had some important business to take care of. But he promised that he would come and pick you up with his new car, which excited you even more. He got his driver's license not so long ago, sadly there wasn't much time for you and him to drive around. Also, he refused to show you which car he bought for himself and that was getting on your nerves. You weren't a big car girl, but you wanted to at least see his brand-new and shiny car.

Around 11 pm the dinner ended, you said goodbye to your friends and called Wooyoung to see if he was close to the restaurant. He was taking too long to pick up, so you just went to the restaurant's entrance, and there he was. Standing in all of his glory in a suit, which was your favorite look on him. “I didn't know that taxi drivers are this sexy nowadays, I think I would start using taxis more,” you said, hugging him, leaving small kisses on his jawline. “Well not every driver is this sexy and best believe that none of them would let you kiss them or touch you like this,” he said, squeezing your ass softly, kissing your forehead lightly. You both laughed as he took your hand to lead you to his car. “So you will finally let me see the car that everyone saw before me” You nagged him a bit, but in all honesty, he deserved it for keeping something so little a secret. “Keep nagging and I will drive you to the closest bus station and leave you there.” he barked back, maybe a little annoyed, but that was his fault, not yours. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, so you couldn't even guess which one was his until he showed you. Suddenly, one of them lit up as someone opened it with the remote, it was a black chrome Mercedes. “This is your ride for tonight, my lovely lady.” he motioned to the car, as you stared at it in all its glory. “Oh my God, Wooyoung, it's so beautiful and so you, I'm so happy for you” You hugged him tightly, trying to show him how happy you were. “Come on, hop inside, so we can go home” he ushered you, opening the door for you. And there it was yet another beautiful surprise prepared by your loving boyfriend. “Wooyoung you are spoiling me too much, and I love you for it,” you said, taking the massive bouquet of roses from the seat. “Everything for my passenger princess,” he said, kissing your cheek. 

You both went inside, but he didn't start it yet. You didn't question it too much until you noticed him staring you up and down. “Baby, you look so good in that dress, and home seems too far away considering the state I'm in right now” You gave him a puzzled look, not understanding what is he hinting at. “I'm so distracted by you, you are so distracting in that dress.” he rubbed your thighs, and that's when it hit you. “I just think about how good you look underneath that dress, and how amazing it would be if that dress was on the floor.” every word that left his mouth went right into your pussy. You were dripping at this point, and he didn't touch you properly. “Before we leave, I just want to touch you a bit.” he continued to rub your thigh, squeezing it here and there, grazing his fingers near your pussy, keeping you on your toes. “And this dress on you, oh baby, you are showing just enough to get me going.” you knew that he would like this dress in particular, especially since he bought you the same model in every color possible. “No need to worry we are parked, it's dark outside, and the windows are tinted, even if someone walked by I think you would like that wouldn't you,” he smirked. Probably sensing that you were a bit nervous since you were in public. “Let me kiss your neck a little bit,” he moved your hair behind your ear, slowly leaving tiny wet kisses on your neck. Sucking on your sweet spot, probably leaving yet another hickey for you to try to cover up tomorrow morning. Slowly he went up with his kisses until he reached your lips. You parted your lips, letting his tongue fight with yours. Suddenly you felt his hands move up from your thighs up to your tits, passionately massaging them, squeezing your nipples in between his fingers. “Oh God, your tits feel amazing through your dress, they are just the perfect size for my hands,” he whispered in between the kisses, letting you catch your breath but also wanting to hear your tiny moans. Ever since your first time together, he figured that your tits were your sensitive spot, and he made sure to give them attention every time you two had sex. He pulled down the straps of your dress, revealing your boobs in all of their glory. “Oh, someone decided to be naughty tonight and not wear a bra,” he squeezed your boobs together, peppering tiny kisses on them. “Were you trying to show everyone what's mine to see…kiss….suck,” he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it, while he squeezed the other boob. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth, this was too much, and your whole body was on fire. “Tell me princess do I not give you enough attention, so you need to show off to other men,” his focus was still on your boos, but he was dominating as always. Every word sent a shiver down your spine, it felt like you couldn't breathe from the sheer pleasure he was giving you. “No Woo,” every word came out of you as a whimper, “this is all for you, I'm all yours forever.” You knew that that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he kept sucking on your breasts even harder than before, kissing them, giving them all the attention they needed. His hands slowly wandered down your body, grabbing your hips, and giving them a light squeeze. “I need to feel how wet you are, princess. Can I?” he looked up at you, waiting for confirmation, and you just nodded, already too far gone to give any other response. His fingers touch you through your underwear, giving you the minimal amount of pleasure that you desperately craved. “Baby, you soaked your panties, it almost feels like I'm touching your bear pussy.” he comments, amazed by how turned on he got you. “Let's get in the backseat, we require more room for what comes next.” you shimmied yourself onto the backseat with Wooyoung right behind you. 

You sat in between two seats and Wooyoung sat right beside you, grabbing you by the hair, so he could get better access to your lips. He started kissing you again while his fingers stroked over your clothed pussy. A satisfied hum left his lips as he felt how wet you are. He kept massaging your pussy, giving your clit special attention. “Oh honey, you are so wet. It makes me want to taste you right now.” all that dirty talk of his made your mind fuzzier than it already was. He pushed your panties to the side, gently rubbing your pussy up and down, spreading your wetness around. “Gosh, your pussy feels heavenly. If I could, I would spend every hour of every day between your beautiful legs.” he slowly pushed his finger inside of you, finally giving you some relief. The tip of his finger put pressure on your G-spot, which made you throw your head back and moan as loudly as humanly possible. He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, fastening his pace by the second. But to your disappointment that didn't last too long, as soon as he felt you clenching around his finger he pulled out. You pouted looking at him, practically begging him to give you the orgasm you desperately needed. “Aww, poor baby. You really thought you would cum after going out flaunting around what's mine.” he had his evil smirk on and that made you even more desperate. Every time he put on that devilish smirk, it meant that you are in for a long night. “Pull out my cock and show me what that mouth is good for.” you pulled down his pants, taking his massive dick out, giving it tiny kisses while you stroked it up and down. Soft whimpers left his mouth as you brought your lips up to his cock head. You gave the head a few kitten licks, staring up at Wooyoung before you took all of him inside your mouth. “Oh baby, your mouth feels amazing, taking all of me inside that tiny mouth.” he threw his head back, stroking your hair. Bobbing your head up and down, you made sure to take all of him every time. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, but you didn't stop, it wasn't for you to decide when to stop anyway. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off of his dick. “Kiss me.” he whimpered, which sounded more like begging, but you knew that it was you who begged, not him. You started making out again, and while you were focused on the kiss, he was focused on moving in front of you. Kneeling in front of you, he tapped the tip of his cock on your clit, making your body twitch. He slowly pushed his tip inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him. He slowly builds up his pace, as you start moaning inside his mouth. Lowering his hips a bit, he repositioned himself, so the tip of his dick would brush on your G-spot every time he thrust in. You pulled away from his mouth, chanting his name because you couldn't get any real words out. “Yes baby, shout my name, show everyone that you are mine.” his hands gripped your waist even tighter, so he could thrust even deeper and faster. His mouth found its way down to your nipples, sucking and biting them. All this pleasure made you extremely sensitive, and your pussy started squeezing Wooyoung even harder. You couldn't hold it for much longer, and he knew that. “I'm close too baby, just keep it in for a bit longer.” his pace became brutal, chasing his orgasm that wasn't far away. Soon enough, you felt him twitch between your tight walls. “Come on baby, cum with me.” ha panted, cumming inside you while you also came, squeezing him, milking his cum like it's your last. He lay on top of you, pushing his head in the crook of your neck, trying to calm down his breathing same as you. “Oh, honey, that was amazing.” he pulled out of you gently, so he wouldn't hurt you. He stared at your pussy as his cum started spilling out, but before he could get hard again, he pulled your panties up. “Keep everything inside, I need you ready for another round when we get home.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook/Platonic OT6

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 [Intro]

The wolf pretending to be the grandmother, just to later swallow the poor red riding hood whole- is he attempting to gain your trust as well just to feast on your flesh later, once he gets hungry for a meal?

Tags/Warnings: Werewolf!Jungkook, Human?Reader, Platonic!OT6, strangers/enemies to lovers, fantasy AU, drama, angst, fluff, romance, suggestive themes and eventual smut, Alpha!Jungkook

Length: 2k words

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A/N: how many different wolf-JKs can bonny write without it getting boring challenge

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You've always been somewhat drawn into the forest far away from the cities, even as a small child.

You remember the family trips you'd take, camping out underneath the trees, your father showing you how to make a fire, and how to set up the tents. You always enjoyed weekends like these, even though they were incredibly rare. Your mom and dad had separated early in your life, and at some point, after your father had passed away, you simply never went back to the forest ever again.

Your mother, and stepfather would always warn you of the werewolves out there instead. 'There's a reason the government gave them those forests to roam around in.' She'd always scoff. 'So they'll stay away from us humans. So they can't hurt us.' She'd warn you.

Werewolves are beasts, hiding inside a human's body. Fierce animals, with no humanity inside them whenever they'd shift into their other forms. Their bones would break loudly, blood would spill and minds would change- and once they're shifted into their wolf forms, they'd eat people's children who'd wander too far from their families, never seen again after getting lost in the woods.

Nowadays, you hardly believe those tales.

You do however fear werewolf men- because statistics prove that they don't seem to have much control over themselves. Normally, just like your mother, you'd wear simple jewelry of silver to protect yourself- something many humans do, especially those that work with wolf people a lot, just to protect themselves. But you seem to have an allergy against that type of metal- it doesn't burn you or anything- at least it hasn't yet. You usually just get really nauseous and weak from wearing any silver- so you tend to not buy anything that contains the shiny metal.

Your mom said it's nothing too problematic. Just that you should stay away from it.

The birds chirp above you, some larger one's flying off while the small one's stay behind, curiously watching you as you sit in the grass, a blanket spread out that you sit on. You're grown up now. An adult, no longer really talking to your mother or your stepfather as much. Instead, you've created your own little life- something quiet, and easy, and simple. Nothing exciting, nothing adventurous.

You don't like things like that.

Excitement always brings a certain sense of danger with it, after all. And you've had enough dangerous experiences in the past to last you a lifetime, after all. You don't need more of that.

You'd rather stay like this- all by yourself, eating a simple prepared meal in the forest, surrounded by nothing but nature. Because nature doesn't look at you weirdly. Nature doesn't judge you, or ask you things that make you uncomfortable to answer. Nature just sees you as what you are- A simple human, not out here to harm anybody.

You suddenly spin your head around when a tree branch snaps in half behind you- and suddenly, there's a young man dressed in casual clothes, piercings in his face and very telling amber eyes looking at you, his hands lifted in front of him palms open to show he's no threat.

"I'm sorry- that was super rude of me to approach you from behind. Sorry." He sheepishly admits, before he walks a bit closer, hands in the pockets of his jacket now. "Where's your pack?" He asks, and you stiffen up.

"I- I don't have one." You deny. "I'm human." You admit to him, and he tilts his head a bit in question, as you watch his eyes seemingly glow for a split second while he- smells the air?

"Really? I could swear I'm smelling a wolf.." He wonders more or less to himself, before he shakes it off. Maybe someone had come by here earlier, and he's simply catching that scent instead of yours. "Anyways, I was just passing by and thought to check up on you. This is my pack's territory, so I kind of always keep an eye out for people who wanna cause trouble." He charmingly explains, shrugging his shoulders easily.

To think that that guy.. is an apparent 'beast' is kind of.. hard to see, really. He looks pretty innocent with his round eyes and soft facial features, hair a little wild in slight curls on his head. And you're sure, he looks more like a golden retriever happy to see another person, than a wolf.

A leader, at that.

"Your pack?" You ask, and he nods, almost proudly beaming at you.

"Yep!" He chirps, walking a bit closer now as he notices you not being weirded out or anxious. "Well- kind of. Namjoon is the head-alpha, I'm kind of his stand-in at the moment until he's back from his trip." He shrugs, pointing to your blanket. "Can I.. sit down with you? I promise I'm not gonna eat you like some red-riding-hood kind of situation." He jokes, and you scoot over a bit, letting him sit down next to you- though you make sure to pull your backpack a little closer.

"I have a silver knife in my bag anyways." You threaten. That makes his eyes widen a bit.. fearfully? "So don't try anything." You threaten, and again, he lifts his hands.

"I won't, promise." He promises, before he looks at you again rather curiously, leaning in a little. "But- do you have wolf-friends maybe?" He asks. "I swear you smell like wolf. Kind of. A little- it's confusing actually." He mumbles, and you scoot away from him at that. "Hey no- sorry, I didn't mean to come off as weird. I know you humans tend to be a bit wary of us here." He deflates, and you almost feel a bit sorry for him.

Almost.

"I don't have wolf-friends." You tell him. "And I'm sorry I trespassed on.. your territory. I'll make sure to go somewhere else next time." You say, but he shakes his head.

"Oh no, please!" He denies. "It's completely chill, really! Like I said we only don't want people wrecking stuff and causing trouble. Like, you know- parties and stuff. They always leave behind their trash and shit, and that's just awful." He shrugs, making you agree.

"I won't do that." You say. "Leaving my trash here, or wrecking stuff." You clarify, and he smiles.

"Thats good." He beams, getting a bit more comfortable. "So, what brings you here?" He asks, genuinely wondering. There's a clear sign at the entrance of the forest that this is werewolf territory after all- humans don't usually even go for a walk here at all.

They stay clear of this area, and usually, Jungkook likes it that way.

"I don't know, honestly." You admit, pulling your legs closer to yourself, hugging your knees. "I just kind of.. like it here." You shrug, and he watches you for a second, and you feel like his amber eyes stare right through you and into your very soul.

Like he can see something you didn't even know was there.

"Me too. I was born in these woods though, so that might explain why I'm so attached to it." He chuckles, no longer looking at you as intensely, and quite honestly, he seems like a nice guy to be around. The perfect balance of confidence, boyish-charm and the right pinch of gentle masculinity- if he wasn't a werewolf, you probably would've been a lot more open towards him.

But every time his gaze catches yours, you're reminded of what those golden eyes mean.

The wolf pretending to be the grandmother, just to later swallow the poor red riding hood whole- is he attempting to gain your trust as well just to feast on your flesh later once he gets hungry for a meal? You won't let it get this far. You're not a dumb child he can just trick by pretending to be a friend.

"I'm Jungkook, by the way. Alpha wolf, but I promise I've got myself under control. Even got a citizens' pass if you wanna see?" He proudly grins at you, and you can't help but look at him like you don't trust his words- so he grabs at his cotton zip-hoodie, patting down the pockets before he pulls out a black simple wallet, showing off the plastic card with his identification info, a small ID photo of his right next to it. He looks young in it- but a lot more serious. "There you go. Got an 85, makes me top 1% of all wolfbloods in the country." He shows off, shoulders high as he lets you examine the card.

It's true. His IC-score is a 85, IC standing for Instinct Control. You've never seen one this high to be honest- but then again, you don't have any wolf-friends or acquaintances. His name is Jeon Jungkook, he's born in the year 1997, and his ID states he's an Alpha*. You're not sure what the little asterisk on that means- but you also don't wanna pull the plastic card out of its compartment, so you just leave it at that.

"You're older than me." You say as you give it back to him. "Not by much, but a little." You simply mumble, and he smiles, happy that you now seem to relax a bit more. Suddenly, the first drops of rain begin to hit your head and shoulder- reminding you that you wanted to go back long ago to not get caught in the small shower the weather forecast had foretold.

"Oh wow, that's gonna bring a lot of rain." Jungkook notices, looking past you at a wave of dark clouds approaching, when the first thunder rumbles. "You should go back fast if you wanna stay dry." He offers, getting up to help you fold your blanket and back your backpack again.

"I actually hiked here." You sigh. "So I'm gonna get wet anyway." You shrug, and he looks at you a bit concerned.

"You can also just sit it out at my packhouse." He offers. "I promise you, we have multiple houses there. You can stay in one of the smaller ones just by yourself if you don't wanna be around the others." He explains, and you look at him, before glancing back down the steep path you'd taken from the city far away up here where the woods stand proudly on the high hills.

There's no way you'll stay dry on your way back down.

Then, you look back at him, his honey-colored eyes seemingly glowing underneath the darkening skies above. A warning from nature, maybe, that this young man holds a beast in his heart- a beast you've been warned about for years never to get too close to.

But there's something else.

Something that makes you nod at him, before he begins to grin and take your backpack for you, leading you through the shaking trees and treaded down paths through his woods, birds already flying towards their nests as well, chirping their warnings to others as well of the changing weather.

You're not sure why you keep holding his hand even after he's done helping you step over a large root of a tree bursting through the ground. Maybe because it's warm, and the wind now brings a chilling cold.

Maybe because you just don't want to get lost and be eaten like the children in the nursery tales of your mother.

Or maybe you just hold it because you've never held someone's hand before without them complaining about it.

He turns to look over his shoulder presumably to check if you're still keeping up fine-

Golden eyes shining like little fireflies as the woods become darker the deeper you go.

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[choochooboss]

Introducing your station master & Magma event host!

Since there's already a lot of passengers visiting this station and I haven't spared much time to get to know my fellow submas fans over Tumbrl yet, an introduction would be in place!

I'm Jun, nice to meet you! *offers a hand for for a shake* I am a devoted submas artist & a monthly Magma event host! I go by ChooChooBoss everywhere (Twitter/Bsky/Twitch/Ko-Fi)!

This will be a long post! I will write a short intro as well which you can just skim through but here is a more in depth view how I got into submas, my other interests and life in general, in case you'd wish to know more about your conductor on this silly train!

How did I get into submas in the first place?

PLA. I met this certain mysterious & cool fellow time traveler and got curious! After the cave scene I went to read his Wiki, found out about Emmet, and... yeah. The emotional impact blasted me right out of a miserable cycle I was going through back then and set my soul on fire!! A month later I set up my first art account on Twitter, and the rest is history. They've become my greatest source of strength and inspiration and I enjoy drawing them every single day!

I love both twins very much! I tend to vibe with Ingo a little more than Emmet, but I draw Emmet more. People say I remind of butler Ingo the most, hehe. I certainly don't mind because I'm a big fan of butlermas!! In fact I got into submas & started playing Pokémon Masters EX in April 2022, a week before butler Ingo banner rolled in, so they truly got a special place in my heart ahah! (pssst draw more butlermas for me pls pls pls-)

However I don't draw warden Ingo as much as I would like to. I still get pretty emotional over his fate ahah, I can't draw him without a single tear! This sweet & kind man leading a good life and being an inspiration to others has been torn from literally everything he had for seemingly no reason apart from his name, clothes and the muscle memory and even those are barely intact. It seems like a miracle he's still standing and breathing after put through everything judging by the wear and tear on his uniform and body. Despite all that he carries a positive attitude, assists everyone in need, and does his best to help people and pokémon understand each other, unconditionally... Oh, my face is wet again...

My other interests besides submas?

Monster Hunter! Zelda! Genshin Impact! Super Mario! Trine! Crash Team Racing! And many many more! My favourite genres are platformers, kart racers, and action games, with a side of rhythm games. I'm a big fan of co-op games! I also watch my sis play JRPGs!

Monster Hunter is the dearest to me out of all. I've been hunting for well over a decade starting from MHFU. The games have charmed me with their incredibly satisfying combat system, world building, creature design, great attention to detail, character customisation and the games being nearly fully co-op!!

Other things I do:

Pokémon is practically the only turn-based game I enjoy, mainly because of the characters and collection aspect. However!! I adore Pokémon Colosseum (the first pkmn game I ever played!) and it's double battle focus, so The Indigo Disc has been a delight after the long starvation for double battles, coming up with different combinations makes the battles much more fun to me!!... I sound like Emmet here do I ahahah! We also share the fact we are both left-handed!

Shuffle dancing, daily pull-ups, and expanding my ever growing VGM collection! I also enjoy traveling and taking photos to keep as a diary! I've played piano in a music school for 9 years, and I can also play kalimba. I've done casual boxing, gymnastics, horse riding and medieval swordfighting. I used to read comics/manga and watch movies and anime but nowadays I barely do that, I just rather use that time for drawing instead of just sitting and watching, unless I have company!

I share the apartment with my anxious brother and our two sweet female cats, Laku (11, stubborn and cuddly) and Kalevi (21, demanding and full of love) in a city center. My parents are both entrepreneurs and run a farm in the countryside & I have 4 siblings with me as the middle kid!

Where can you meet me?

I am a game artist by profession, with 4 yrs of studies and roughly 7 years of EXP in the field doing game art, UI design, character/prop design, in mobile games as well as PC titles, 2D and 3D. At the moment I am looking for work; I keep up the motivation and learn new skills by running my art accounts while looking for new opportunities.

I hail from the land of darkness, snow, salmiakki, metalheads and renownly reserved people, Finland! (UTC+2)

Despite having my roots here I am pretty much the opposite of a typical Finn in almost every sense ahah! I'm a small guy who's not afraid talking to strangers and laughs a lot. And I dislike coffee for the contrary, it's very popular amongst finns.

With the inspiration from submas I've finally stepped into the world of cosplay so you can usually meet this small and excitable Ingo in the biggest local conventions, Desucon and Tracon! Come say hi!

About my social battery:

I'm both social and socially anxious ahah! I love making new friends and talking to all sorts of people and writing comments, and gathering together with my mutuals to do cool stuff together! However my social battery is very small... I often struggle with my AD(H)D and anxiety issues, so my replies can be extremely slow. I'm easily overwhelmed when life gets busy and I deal with it by withdrawing to minimise the the stimuli and then sorting my stuff out one by one. This is a frustrating shortcoming, but I'm working hard to find a balance I can maintain without getting exhausted. Please be patient with me! If you don't hear from me in a while, please don't take it personally! In fact, it makes me really happy if you contact me, for any purpose!

Which pronouns do I go with?

I go by they/them! I am also aroace, so if I appear to show any sort of romantic interest, it's definitely not that. I love meeting new people and am quite interested in people in general so I'm excited to get to know you better, but the thing is... I have been confusing people on several occassions for saying things that could be taken as flirting. I am terribly sorry for that, that's just the way I show how I care!

I don't really identify myself by any specific gender either, but rather by my roles or interests (Magma host, submas fan, game artist etc.). Submas encouraged me to enjoy dressing formally even if I'm just sitting at home, because I love formal clothing in general and wearing them makes me feel confident and stand taller! I usually wear collar shirts and black or white slacks.

More about my AD(H)D:

I don't have an official diagnosis but deal with the same problems as AD(H)D people do; poor work memory, dissociation, hyperfocus (drawing and people), sleep deprivation, impulsiveness (juggling too many things and going with the wind), getting sensory/information overloads, and feeling like I don't fit in. I figured it out after I finished school & lost my job for that I am unable to handle big tasks without anyone giving me directions. It has taken a while but I've figured out things that help me manage my daily life as well as have a medication that mainly boosts my capability to get things started which is another great struggle ahah.

How do I manage to keep myself on track?

I use a Pomodoro timer to keep up a good flow and remember to take breaks! This is what I use the most:

I should set it up on my tablet as well. I think it's really cool to see how many hours I have actually put into drawing! Last year I clocked in well over 3k hours, ahaha!

How to catch me?

Right now I have great difficulty managing replies, but usually you can reach me by DMs! I check Discord and Twitter the most often! However I must ask you to respect my current DNI status. It means I am really overwhelmed so I wish nobody comes asking for my attention until it has been lifted, unless it's really necessary. I really love talking to you all but I also have to accept and deal with my own limits strictly like this or it won't work out.

What am I working on at the moment?

Besides the holiday set I have several short comics under works as well as one big comic (100+ pages!). That one is my personal greatest goal! I started working on it in June 2022 and I have currently 40+ pages sketched and 60+ thumbnailed.

I was afraid of starting any comic projects before submas, but the sheer excitement over them carried me over that personal wall ahah!

The story's beginning and end are looking good and somewhat functional but there's still a lot to work to do and holes to fill in the middle before I dare to start fleshing out the pages. I have little experience in writing or comic making so I hope you forgive if some things don't make sense or the dialogue is a little on the nose so to say ahah!

The story will be packed with action with the overall tone being on the darker side, but it sure won't be lacking in humor! The project's main goal is to make it a celebration of all things submas & to prove to myself I can handle a big scale project despite my shortcomings!

This train has reached the terminal!

Thank you for riding my silly submas train!! I adore reading all your tags and comments! They brighten up my day & fuel my passion even more!! I hope to bring many more fun things for you to look forward to!! See you again soon!

ALL ABOARD!!

#Personal #Introduction

[marksbear]

So this was also on my mind with Dom avengers reader. So how about sub Steven who had a picture of reader as his lock screen and Donna walks pass saying how handsome he is and wish she could hit that. Which then leads to Steven saying that is his boyfriend and Donna (being the worst) says sure he is and walks off. But they have a office party soon and steven asks for reader to show up and prove Donna wrong. Reader says yes but shows a little late and has to find steven in the party and try to walk away from fans. He sees steven talking to Donna about something and speeds walks to him and kisses him saying how much he missed him. Donna is shocked and they both enjoy the party. And reader then asks if that was his boss and steven says yes and why he brought him here was to make her jealous.Which leads to them going home and steven goes to ride reader while saying how he is his boyfriend/fiance/husband (whichever you prefer) and saying to steven how he won't ever leave him.(I just read this and now see how similar this is to the other avengers party one. And am sorry bout that I've been having a headache for the past couple of days so sorry if this all over the place.)-🐻‍❄️

I'm so sorry for not posting jack shit 😭! I've been so busy and tired nowadays, but I will make it up to everyone. And thank you my 50% for requesting I love you!

Warnings! Jealous Steven, petty Steven, SMUT, eating out, fingering, spit as lube, riding, jerking off, making out, PDA, HERO reader,

SUB STEVEN GRANT X HERO MALE READER

"Steve, what time is it?" Donna says walking to the souvenir counter leaning onto it looking at Steven. Steven picks up his phone and checks the time. "It's 5:31" Steven responds back turning his head to the side to face his boss.

Before Steven could turn off his phone and put it back in his pocket Donna's voice rings out.

"Is that the new Avenger H/n? A handsome bloke isn't he. I wish I could hit that y'know? I bet he's a beast in bed." Donna says gesturing to Steven's wallpaper with a smirk imagining all the things the new hero could do to her. Steven stares at Donna wide eyed before responding.

"He's my boyfriend actually. We've been dating for a couple years."

Donna rolls her eyes in disbelief and says "Sure he is Stevey. Think you're going a bit mad Steven." Donna mocks before leaving a puzzled Steven by himself.

Steven watches her walk off before turning back to his phone and goes to his messages and sends Y/n a quick text. "Could you please come to my office party? I don't wanna be alone and I miss you so much." Steven waits a little before getting a quick response back from Y/n.

"When does it start?"

"In about six four hours." Steven responds back.

"I'll be there Steven. Love you and see you in a few hours." ❤

"Love you too!"

Steven smiles to himself before turning off his phone and goes back to work. The whole time Steven was working he kept imagining everyone's shocked faces when they all found out The Y/n is dating him. He couldn't wait for the party.

Since him and Y/n haven't been able to hang around a lot since Y/n is an avenger and all, but the one thing Steven loves about it is that Y/n would honestly drop any meeting or mission to be with him.

TIMESKIP

Steven waits nervously waiting for his boyfriend to show up. Steven checks his phone again for the time. "9:12..." Steven mumbles to himself feeling a bit anxious. To make things even worse Donna stalks up to Steven talking about whatever.

"So Steven. I may need you to work a few more hours on Wednesday because" Before Donna could finish theres a crowd of people screaming and cheering from outside.

Y/n moves past them trying to get inside so he can finally be with his boyfriend. "Excuse me. Excuse me please."

Y/n says trying to get by them. Paparazzi and etc take pictures of Y/n and interviewers trying to ask him questions. Even fans trying to block Y/n from where he's trying to go.

Y/n lets out a sigh before speed walking past them.

Finally Y/n is able to get inside the office building looking around in the crowded party for Steven.

Once Y/n finally finds Steven he walks straight to him with open arms.

"Steven!" Y/n shouts with the biggest smile on his face before wrapping his arms around Steven pulling him in for a kiss. Donna stares at the couple wide eyed even dropping her drink from surprise.

"I missed you Stevey~" Y/n says against Steven's lips before kissing him once more not giving him time to react. Y/n pulls away and kisses Steven's head. "Cmon let's go find something to eat. I'm starving" Y/n suggests taking Steven's arm leading him away from his boss. Steven head turns to Donna's direction and a smirk crawls onto his lips as he sees many of his co-workers behind Donna staring at them.

As the two enjoy the party Donna alongside Steven's co-workers were beyond shocked as the "Nobody." Steven Grant and "The world's hero." Y/n L/n are actually dating. Nevertheless a happy-healthy relationship.

Many took pictures of them as Y/n has his hand on Steven's lower hip guiding and taking him wherever. People tried to get autographs from Y/n, but he just declined gently saying "I'm not H/n right now sorry. I'm just some guy with his boyfriend."

After a while Y/n couldn't shake Donna's eyes off of him, so he finally speaks up to Steven. "Hey, weren't you talking to your boss a while ago?" Y/n asks turning his attention away from the blonde woman to his boyfriend. Steven glances at Donna before looking back at his boyfriend.

"Yeah she was." Steven answers.

"Shes staring at us harder than the others. What did you do Steven." Y/n points out watching Steven's facial expression becomes a bit embarrassed. "W-well I brought you here to make her jealous----"

"Ahh~ So you didn't miss me you actually just wanted to make your boss jealous." Y/n cuts him off with a giggle. "N-no! I didn't just want to use you! I did miss you!" Steven blurts out panicking a little. "I'm just kidding! But what else did she say about me?" Y/n says taking Steven by the hips pulling him in closer.

"She said y'know I wish I could hit that." Steven answers before adding "She didn't believe me when I said we have been dating for a few years." Steven watching Y/n let out a little giggle.

"Oh really huh? How about we show her who's the only person in the world that gets to hit that alright?" Y/n suggests before kissing Steven deeply. Steven quickly kisses back wrapping his arms around Y/n's shoulders.

The two honestly forgot they were at a party as they makeout only focusing on the other. Y/n pulls away, but not too far so his lips are still against Steven's. "Well then, let's go home." Y/n steps away from Steven before taking his hand leading him and himself out of the party.

As soon as they step out paparazzi are already taking pictures. "Ah shit-- forgot about them." Y/n breathes out.

TIMESKIP

Once they reached home Steven makes sure to feed Gus before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Y/n picks up Steven with ease carrying him to the bed. Y/n sits Steven down on the bed before stripping out of his clothes with Steven doing the same.

After their both naked Y/n climbs into the bed laying Steven down on his back as he towers over him biting and sucking into his neck creating hickeys at the visible spots. Steven whimpers and trembles feeling Y/n bite and nibble into his neck. Steven's hard dick presses up against Y/n's own, so he takes the chance moving his hips up and down rubbing his cock against Y/n's own.

Y/n slowly takes Steven's hand and takes his fingers into his mouth sucking them and coating them with saliva. Y/n moves his tongue around between each finger making sure they're wet enough before pulling away. "Prep yourself while i'll do the same." Y/n says into Steven's ear.

Steven begins to do what he was told moving his fingers down to his hole and uses his middle finger to circle around his hole teasing himself before moving it inside. Steven watches in awe as Y/n jerks himself off. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/n watching his every movement.

Steven begins to move his finger in and out faster going at the same pace Y/n is. "You're really getting off to this." Y/n breathes out a tiny moan. Steven could only whimper in the response as he begins to add another finger. Precum begins to leak out of Steven's tip signalling that he's close.

Y/n lets go of his cock and move in front of Steven spreading his legs open wide before slowly taking Steven's hand pulling his fingers out of his hole.

"Wha-- Y-y/n! ohhhHh~ fuc- Fuck I love you so much!" Steven moans out feeling the tip of Y/n's tongue push inside his hole. Y/n holds onto Steven's hips pulling down on his tongue."You're my boyfriend! O-only my boyfriend a-alright~". Steven moans while Y/n begins to lick around Steven's hole moving his tongue deeper and deeper. "Y/n! Y/n mhm~ I-I'm cumming!~" Steven moans out shooting his load all over Y/n's face. White long streaks of cum lands on Y/n's head and face. Steven didn't realize about the mess he created on his partner until Y/n stopped eating him out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! I am so--" Steven apologizes, but only gets shunted up by Y/n kissing him. "Okay i'll shut up." "Thank you." Y/n says with a giggle. "Can I ride you?" Steven asks barely over a whisper.

"Sure baby~" Y/n responds back before laying down on the bed with Steven quickly crawling on straddling his hips. Steven could feel Y/n's cock pressed up against him poking him.

Steven takes Y/n's cock in his hand lining it up to his hole before sinking his hips down. Once the tip was inside Steven held onto Y/n's chest to stabilize himself before moving down deeper. Steven takes a deep breath before pushing himself all the way down on Y/n's cock. A loud moan falls from Steven's lips as he tries to get used to Y/n's size. Steven's walls wrap around Y/n's cock perfectly.

Steven begins to roll his hips up and down squirming under Y/n's eyes all over him no doubt making him hard again. Steven begins to ride Y/n's cock faster bouncing up and down. Y/n bites onto his lips silencing the noises he's making. "Fuck Steven!~ You feel so good!" Y/n praises before adding "I won't ever leave you baby. I'm only yours."

Steven could feel Y/n's dick twitch inside him, so naturally he tries to go faster. Bouncing up and down no doubt making the bed and the floor under them shake. At this point Y/n begins to chase his own pleasure thrusting up inside Steven as he rides him hitting his prostate dead on. "I'm close! gah~ Steven!" Y/n warns feeling his cock twitch. Steven was on the verge of cumming again, but he wanted to do it at the same time as Y/n.

Steven held onto Y/n's shoulders bouncing up and down as he pull away from Y/n's cock just to go back down all the way to the base repeating the action over and over again.

"Cumming! Fuck i'm cumming!" Y/n moans out with a few more thrust he cums deep inside Steven painting his insides white. Seconds later Steven cums hard again for the second time landing on Y/n's chest and stomach. White streaks of cum kept going deeper and deeper inside Steven some even leaking out. Steven felt so full eyes even watering as he rode out his orgasm.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as they tried to catch their breath. "M-my hero." Steven breathes out tiredly before his body falling onto Y/n's body head resting on his shoulder with his arms around him falling asleep slowly. Y/n decides to keep his cock inside Steven moving his own arms around him holding him tight.

"Mhm Steven. Your hero is right here baby." Y/n whispers into his ear.

THE END

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #x top male reader #x dom male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #moonknight x male reader #moon knight #the bear club

[lythea-creation]

The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader

summary: (f/n) isn't exactly a perfect heir to the Malfoy family. How will Draco deal with his sister sticking out?

warnings: reference to abuse

word count: 944

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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Being a Malfoy was not coming naturally to me.

For starters I despised the whole pureblood supremacy shit. Not even talking about the dark lord.

At school I was an outcast. Most Slytherins stayed away from me due to my beliefs which I did not hesitate to declare. A lot of other students avoided me because of my brother.

Luna was one of the only people I truly came along with. Maybe because she was the odd one out as well. I loved that about her though. She was true to herself and never questioned being herself. It was inspiring honestly.

But there were also somerismatic and cunning twins who I liked to hang around with. It was always fun to be with Fred and George and they did not care about my family. They saw me and not just my name.

Draco and I used to come along well when we were younger and life easier. But he preferred impressing our father over me nowadays and we were drifting apart the more time passed.

The year was over sooner than I had wished for.

I was sitting in a train compartment with Luna and Neville, enjoying our conversation. At the same time I could not help but dread the end of this ride. The summer break was the worst time of the year for me.

So I hesitated to say goodbye to my friends to join the family reunion that was already taking place at the gate.

Our parents were delighted to see Draco. They were all smiling and talking. Sometimes I wondered if I should just not return home one day to improve all our lives. But that would feel like running away and everything inside of me was clenching at the thought of giving up when it was getting hard.

Reluctantly I stepped over to my family who actually greeted me properly.

Our mother let us talk about our school year the whole way home. But as soon as we arrived I escaped into my room.

I unpacked my stuff immediately to get it done quickly. But that did not work out as I was interrupted by Draco bursting into my room.

“I've wanted to talk to you for a long time now”, he proclaimed.

“You can't just come into my room like that”, I noted.

“Of course I can and I just did”, he insisted. “The Weasley twins? Seriously? Do you want to ruin our reputation for good?”

“Just get out”, I shot back.

“I won't. You may not care about our family, but I do. I wasn't exactly excited when you started hanging out with that Ravenclaw weirdo, but this is a different level. Why do you keep interacting with blood traitors?”, he ranted.

“This is stupid”, I mumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“The future of our family is a joke to you? When did all of that even happen? You used to hang around the right people”, he recalled.

“Oh, you mean your friends? Our rather the kids of our parents' friends? They're narrow-minded and total jerks”, I stated.

“What did you just say?” He growled, getting dangerously close.

“Drop the act, Draco! I'm not scared of you”, I enlightened him.

“You should be”, he warned me.

“You're weak, Draco. Always have been. You only do what everyone around is expecting you to do”, I proposed.

My brother clenched his fist before snapping his fingers and that way calling one of our house elves. “Go and get my father”, he ordered.

“That's another thing. You all treat the house elves like shit. I just don't get it. They're doing so much for us. A little appreciation and kindness isn't too much to ask for”, I remarked.

“What is going on here?”, our father questioned.

“(f/n)'s going insane. She's spending all her time with blood traitors and wants us to treat the house elves better”, Draco revealed.

“Is that so?”, father reassured.

I gulped. Honestly I was slightly scared of him because he was always afraid our family honor may be at risk.

“It is”, I confirmed.

“Alright then. I've given you enough time to redeem yourself. It's time for you to learn the hard way”, he announced.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired anxiously.

“You're going to spend the summer with your aunt. Maybe she can put you back on the right path”, he considered.

I could feel all color drain from my face. “You mean aunt Bellatrix? Are you serious? She's a maniac”, I reminded him.

“Don't talk about your family like that! Apparently I failed to teach you properly. Maybe I was too soft on you. I'm sure she won't be”, he assumed.

“No, you … you can't do that”, I protested.

Now I was scared to no end. Facing my father was one thing, but my aunt. That was a completely different story.

“I'm taking your wand in the meantime”, he decided.

My wand flew his way with a flick of his own before I could react.

“I'll contact Bellatrix immediately. You don't get to take anything with you. I'm sure she can provide you with the essentials. Draco, you will watch over your sister until your aunt arrives to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless”, he ordered.

“Yes, father”, Draco replied obediently, although he was looking a bit paler than before as well.

My mind was racing to find a way to get out. Suddenly I wished I had just run away after all.

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What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments or asks!

#harry potter #draco malfoy #sister reader #draco malfoy x reader #angst #female reader #luna lovegood #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins

[musings-and-moans]

Hi! Me again. You should watch Bleach, its really good.

I read your character list soo….Would you write hc of how Nozel is in bed?

Have a nice day!

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Hiiii, so so so sorry I'm getting to this now (it’s been two months helppp ☹️) I hope this will make up for it.

I most certainly would watch Bleach soon, ✨ anon. I've heard Ichigo and Aizen are handsome, and so is Grimmjow, so will see. <33

It's been a while since I watched Black Clover, but lately I do find Nozel very very handsome nowadays, so most certainly. :D I will be doing general headcanons for now, but you can request him and a certain kink if you want me to delve deeper :) plus I’m writing this for an afab reader, just so you know.

song you can listen to: get you - daniel caesar ft. kali uchis

warnings: rough sex <--> making love, cowgirl, overstimulation, mentions of office sex, mentions of aftercare, captain kink, slight breeding sex, dom-sub dynamics, maybe? , mentions of aftercare too (please lmk if i've missed anything anywhere) (not proofread at all btw, so I’m so sorry if I’ve made any mistakes anywhere)

So, I believe Nozel would be a mix of Yami and Fuegoleon in bed.

Well, while Yami gives me the impression of needing some good, rough, stress-relieving sex, Fuegoleon, is a passionate lover and you can DEFINITELY expect slow lovemaking from him, and Nozel, well, he’s a tsundere, and he definitely wants both haha.

He’s had a rough childhood, and especially towards the end of the Black Clover anime, and later on, in the manga, you see that while he enjoys being in control, he, deep down, is very much touch-starved.

Also, he’s not the best at maintaining eye contact, so under the sheets is where I believe he’ll learn and open up to you physically.

Plus, he’s a captain. He feels burdened by the responsibilities of being the eldest of the Silva family AND the captain of Silver Eagles.

So, expect some slow, long-drawn kisses initially as his hands run over every part of your body that he can, just because he wants to explore every inch of you. However, he will never admit that he enjoys it whenever you ask him, instead he’ll reply with a “hmm.”

I believe that Nozel is a switch. Now, don’t get me wrong, Nozel as a dom, when he closes his eyes, is so alluring, but when he’s a sub, oh when you’re on top of him, especially when you ride him, he loves it as it feels like a stress reliever, like he wants to be taken care of by you.

One of his sensitive spots is in the center part of the forehead which is usually covered by his front braid. When you move his braid and leave a trail of kisses on that section of the forehead, chances are, he'd go into a frenzy.

In addition to being a switch, I'd say he's a service dom, only caring about your pleasure, and sometimes neglecting his own. So, expect him to be amazing at eating you out, leaving your folds to be puffy, and his hair all over the place as you grip him by the hair, hard.

He'd overstimulate you with his mouth, but would rather have you cum on his hardened length.

BUT, make sure you reward him with a nice, sloppy blowjob. He needs to be relaxed, right?

Speaking of, the size of his dick is pretty good and it's pretty girthy too, so expect him to stretch your inner walls. His tip's also pretty, and pink in color.

Major captain kink. He doesn't tell you, but once you called him a captain and that to purringly in his ear, when your fingers intertwined his, there's a switch in his brain that turned him on, and made his hands grip your waist, and thrust into you vigorously.

He's a grunter, for sure. Doesn't moan loudly, but moans just enough for you to hear.

Definitely the kind to say “I love you” during sex, it would be unintentional of course, but he's so intoxicated by it all, that all of his pent-up feelings would find their release here. <3

A sucker for office sex. I thoroughly believe this. Expect him to pin you onto his desk while he thrusts in and out of you.

A promoter of protected sex for sure. He wants to be safe and make sure that you'd be safe too. Unless, you don't want the glove on.

While he'll cum wherever you want, he has a slight breeding kink, so expect him to cum inside you with slightly loud moans and groans.

He's pretty good in aftercare, preparing a royal bath for you. But, once all is over, he'll immediately go to sleep.

© Shyna 2022 - reposting on any other platform is not allowed

tagging: @arcanestage @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @ry0m3n @bowandcurtsey (the only black clover moots i know <33)

#shy adores her anons #✨ anon #i'm so so sorry for the delay #i hope i can make it up to you with this #nozel silva #nozel silva smut #black clover nozel #black clover smut #shy pens it out #let shy bite your lower lip #nozel silva x reader #nozel silva headcanons #black clover headcanons

[firespirited]

NOPE 2022. Review with spoilers under the read more

Nope didn't quite work as horror for me but was a decent action flick, I'd have enjoyed the experience better if it wasn't under "sci fi" and "horror": spent the time expecting something else instead of properly being in the moment - I was tired, had specific ideas about what might happen, then immediately wanted a rewatch because I'd missed the good stuff looking for other stuff (will do that rewatch as soon as possible)

It didn't work (as sci fi horror) partly because I'm a know-it-all/super nerd who gets all the sci-fi references and knows all the tropes and partly because Peele really doesn't do subtle.

Entertainment chimp chaos + ufo + horse wranglers = space chimp chaos, it was clearly a people and horse eating creature from jump so no build up there. I'm totally used to aliens being either creature based or beyond our understanding.

// or that wonderful balance in between that films like Arrival and Annihilation (or Evangelion) found where there's a logic but it's larger than we are, we're space dogs compared to their space humans.

That's my jam. The existential horror/wonder of encountering something advanced enough we can interact but to understand it? That's beyond us: might blow our minds or change us forever or leave us without answers because we're just not good enough. Yeah. Tangeant over lol //

- The second very specific thing is the sound of screams. I have trouble telling the difference between good and bad ones, I have had dissociative freezes at fairs and theme parks looking at people clearly enjoying themselves. For some reason that I cannot rewire or logic away, my brain assumes 1 of the people on the ride must be in genuine distress. Occasionally it happens with playground screams too. It's something I've had to work on as I lived close enough to hear fairgrounds every summer from age 15 - 30. I've heard them on the wind in july here for ten years. I cope well nowadays, a brief shudder then it's fine.

Anyway, Nope also didn't work as horror for me for two very specific personal reasons:

-the first that I won't really expand on here is trauma turned into a good story: dealing with something bad (and also very much NOT dealing with it) by having a good story to tell. The fact that this story dropped that into the narrative then didn't follow up meant that I briefly thought there might be something to break my heart in two... but that wasn't the point being made, the point clearly was a childhood exploitation turning into a pattern of exploiting everything.

// If you know of stories about trauma turned into a story to avoid confronting it directly or giving a good end send me reccs I'm ready to pick at that wound (okay okay maybe not 'I May Destroy You' final episode levels of ready, Michaela Coel is too powerful). //

So I was looking for that and it didn't happen.

So I knew exactly what the opening sound was, what the faint sound in the wind was. So the only reveal was that it wasn't mimicry or psychological tactics by the alien (i was still in the mode of thinking of various sci fi beings who used/enjoyed fear instead of just a wild creature. I was primed to puzzle solve and there's no puzzle just layers of meaning).

But I did love OJ the cowboy hero and his sister Em on the motorbike. They had very believable sibling energy despite one of them being in a deep funk at the start. And yeah the Akira bike slide was awesome. I really liked the alien design, starting with something we think we know but actually more of a sand dollar then popping into the jellyfish form but with the non-organic, not quite working within our physics square.

If it's an action film, it takes its time to really start which is why I was stuck on slowburn dread sci-fi mode for so long but that could be western film pacing. I honestly have no understanding or knowledge whatsoever of westerns: the whole genre stank as ahistorical attempts at myth making.

// It's one of the reasons I don't watch war films, often about myth making, post hoc justifications, glamorising a life of 95% boredom 5% hell. //

But yeah my expectations were a little too high: it hit me way too late that it was a 1:1 chimp metaphor not a more vague tampering with something we can't control and really thought the creature would be playing with fear or have somehow been formed by fear (like the boar in Annihilation having taken on its victims traits).

Also suffered from way too dark syndrome. I loved the well lit final action, if it'd been well lit during the creature choking over the house scene that would have been so much cooler. I have a low tolerance for ooh it goes bump in the dark for half the movie, I'm just squinting and cursing you for padding the film with anything but character moments in the aftermath or in dread that would make the human impact feel more real.

Solid action flick: We need dashing Daniel Kaluuya on a horse in more films. Keke Palmer is a scene stealer I look forward to seeing more of her. I liked the emo tech guy. Film dude was wack without being funny. Why did they give him so much screen time? Steven Yeun does what he can with what little he had. I would have liked to have lingered a little longer on his conflicting relationship to fame.

My review? No yet rated. Gonna rewatch it as an action flick in the dark and enjoy it for what it is. Something tells me it's very rewatchable! And... I need to stop making assumptions based on genre expectations.

#saf #Movie reviews #nope 2022

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 21/01/2024

8​-​bit Fish With Dreams

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI Also on: I JUST WANNA DO CATCH SOME FISHS

Ripped by l4ureleye

"This one's for you, buddy."

There's a time and place for everything, and honestly, right now really isn't the time for me to recount everything surrounding Marrow's place in the channel's history again. I've covered tributes to the ripper twice in the past, once with the heartachingly beautiful Telling Fish Tales, and later in the bittersweet cheerfulness of Turnabout Fishters. I won't repeat myself all too much here, so I suggest you read up on those posts if you're out of the loop in regards to StreetPass Fishing's place on the channel. And so, to round this topic off for the foreseeable future, we have 8​-​bit Fish With Dreams - one more tribute, yet one that seems to come from a rather personal place.

Honestly, in the recent months, in my time doing this blog, it's been a bit...strange, slowly assimilating into the more active parts of the SiIva community. I've said it a few times before, but before making this blog I was effectively nothing but a very invested observer - I kept my interest in the channel almost entirely to myself beyond leaving a couple of YouTube comments. That has left me out of the loop on occasion, primarily with in-jokes spawned from the SiIvaGunner Discord, yet I was content in knowing that I didn't really...have much of anything to contribute. And its with that preface said that I need to clarify once again that, I don't truly know much of any details regarding people's relations to one another in the SiIvaGunner team. Nowadays, with this blog and all, I've had the opportunity to finally talk with members of the team and other fans on a regular basis, and it's been a ton of fun - yet, I'll never know firsthand just how much Marrow meant to people. And honestly, its not exactly something that concerns me to begin with - it's not my feelings to hold.

Yet, the beautiful thing about music, about art in general, is that feelings that can be so hard to convey properly through words, through stories, through recollections and retellings, can be encapsulated so perfectly within a piece. And that is represented so beautifully within every single part of 8​-​bit Fish With Dreams. It's not a flashy tribute, nor some huge collaborative sendoff - but what is is, feels like a deeply personal arrangement made out of pure love. l4ureleye applies her signature flair and expertise for creating soothing, healing soundscapes in arranging 8-bit Kids with Dreams, an under-the-radar song made by fellow chiptune artist jankybit. Past the initial minute-long opening fakeout, so few parts of the original Beauford Pond remain, yet it still manages to feel...at home, with StreetPass Fishing's other music. It asks you not to be excited, nor to cry, but rather just invites you to sit by and enjoy the ride. As was the case with the original 8-bit Kids with Dreams, it feels like a gift made from one friend to another, a toast in their honor.

I really do not wish to intrude on the lives and mental states of these rippers to any degree - yet there's little I can do to avoid being emotionally affected by rips like 8​-​bit Fish With Dreams. As is the case with art as a whole, any rip made is inevitably going to feel like it has a piece of its ripper imbued into it. And its the ones where you can feel that most, the rips that feel almost like hearing one side to a conversation, waiting for an answer, that always end up sticking with me longest. Those are the rips like 8-bit Fish With Dreams, by rippers like l4ureleye.

"u cast your line at me when I needed it most, and helped pull me out from the murky depths of my anxiety and self loathing. I needed a friend like you, and I'm glad I got to have that. Hopefully I was good to you too, u more than deserve it. Rest easy gamer"

#todays siivagunner #season 4 episode 1 #siivagunner #siiva #l4ureleye #rest easy #streetpass fishing #Youtube #Bandcamp

[ask-offduty-borsalino]

Blog Update

Hey everyone, I've been thinking of making this update for a long while but kept putting it off. With recent manga chapters bringing Borsalino back into the fold, I decided that it was about best of a time as any to say this. I will be putting this blog on ice for the foreseeable future. (As if it hasn't already been like that.)

This doesn't mean I'm gonna stop RP'ing, but I've also come to the realization that I just don't really have the time or energy to run a blog anymore. I've very much gotten used to just casually doing stuff in DM's or on discord rather than a blog setup. A lot of stuff in my life has changed since I started this blog, I was a lot less busy when I first made it and had yet to really do anything on the internet. There was a whole 3 year stretch where One Piece was basically the only thing I thought of day in day out. And that was very fun! But things have changed a lot. I'll practically always be a fan of One Piece, but there's also been long stretches where I haven't thought of/had the energy to do anything OP related. That just isn't really compatible with running a blog, at least not to the standard I want. Plus the community changing so much, I wouldn't know where to begin. I've seen some lovely new blogs, with interesting characters I'd love to reach out to. But like I said, I'm just limited to what I can do now.

I've cherished the time and memories this blog has made, I've met some amazing people through it!!!! I've met people who I consider some of my closest friends, I've even met some people who I really cannot imagine my life without nowadays. But things change and I just don't wanna hold on to it under the fake promise I'll come back to it. No amount of multi-musing or even making it a fandomless blog would fix the fact I've simply changed since first making it.

I will be keeping the blog up for archival purposes of course. Don't want to delete all the memories I have, plus I've been using the blog for a long while to shadow follow other friends. Eventually I might make a personal blog and I might link it here for anyone interested. If anyone wants to keep in contact or such you're free to dm or send asks. I don't even know how many people will possibly see this post, but I've enjoyed the ride.

Signed, borsa mun. ✨

#mun #one piece #borsalino

[someone-you-do-not-know]

Hey 👋

I'm here with a random ask of the week 🌷

If dennor were on a vacation together, where would they go? Would they take someone with them? Like Iceland, bc you know, it's their kid-

Okay, it depends a little on how much time they have off and the season – so have waaaaay too many headcanons about this!

If they only have a few days off, like one or two, they drive or take the train, either to someplace fun in their own countries, Sweden, or Germany. Denmark really loves amusement parks, if they have a day off during a World Meeting, he will go to the nearest amusement park. His favourite amusement park is also the world's oldest – Bakken in Kalundborg, Denmark, but he loves all the ones in Denmark, of course. His favourite rollercoaster ride is really embarrassing though. It's this one called Wildfire, and it's been named the best in Europe and thirdbest in the world in 2018 – BUT IT'S IN KOLMÅRDEN, SWEDEN (I've tried it though, it really is great). If Norway gets to pick, they usually go out into nature, either hiking in the mountains, fishing, visit the beaches or forests, go kayaking, etc. That is, unless it's winter – then it's skiing every single time. Norway is great at skiing, obviously, especially cross-country skiing. They're very unlikely to visit any historical sites, since they already lived through it, and for these shorter trips, they're more likely to just be the two of them.

Now, if it's a week or more, the world IS THEIR OYSTER. So we need to divide these into seasons:

Spring: In spring, they both have a few days off for Easter, but this is family time, so usually they celebrate with a Easter Lunch together with the other Nordics and just hang out together at one of their homes all five of them. They also go visit other European countries (mostly their fellow protestants, because they think the catholics can get a little prickly around Easter – Denmark claims it's because of the whole Lent thing). If they have a bit more time off, they might also visit Iceland, The Faroe Islands, and Greenland (both should have their own representations, because their history and culture is very different from Denmark and they actually have self rule nowadays).

Summer: Now, you gotta understand. Europe has a lot of time off during summer and of course the nations would too. So there's a lot of options presenting themselves. A week in one of Denmark's many vacation houses near the beaches, going on a train trip through Europe, getting a house boat and sail the nearby seas, taking a plane to the south of Europe and becoming as red as a shrimp in 0.5 second ... The possibilities are endless. Iceland occasionally go with them, and if they're in a vacation house, they get a lot of visitors – especially Germany, Sweden and Finland (Iceland just moves in with them without asking). But they do as much as they can during summer

Autumn: In fall, there's only three options. Either, they go to South Europe or they go to either Thailand or the USA. But 7 out of 10 times, they go to Spain, and they often bring the other Nordics along. Spain is the tourist destination. If it's not mainland Spain, it's Gran Canaria or Mallorca. Spain is definitely their favourite vacation place. Spain isn't entirely sure how much he likes that they visit him year after year after year. Sure, he likes the money the tourism generates, but he's never really sure how much he should be around them and he needs vacation too! How else is he going to visit his favourite half of a nation?

Winter: Christmas and New Year's Eve are some more holidays all the nordics celebrate together, and here, they usually decide to stay near the mountains (meaning not in Denmark) – so they can go skiing! I mentioned skiing earlier, and it is an activity all Nordics enjoy – alpine, cross country, snowboard, you name it, they do it. Finland and Iceland especially like snowboarding, whereas Sweden and Norway are more likely to do cross country. Denmark really likes alpine, and is probably the weakest skier among them – which makes the others tease him endlessly, but he's still pretty good. Just wasn't born on skis like the rest of them. Norway is really good at off-piste – Sweden is too tall to do it as well as Norway, and Denmark is afraid he'll fall (and also tall), so that's one thing Norway, Finland, and Iceland does together.

As you can see, there really is a lot of different vacation types they like to do!

#thank you for the ask! <3 #prussianbluevanilla #I hope you like this! #hetalia #aph denmark #aph norway #THIS QUESTION HAS LAYERS #dennor #Prussia is not welcome in Danish vacation houses #Spain wants to hang with Romano of course #You know this #aph nordics

[mcrmadness]

Do you currently work as a horse groom? If so can you tell us about it? What discipline, what breed(s), what you like most, what do Finnish barns do in winter to keep horses warm, etc. Also why are Icelandic horses popular for trail riding/tourists? Why not finnhorses?

Oh what an interesting ask! Thank you, Anon!

I'm not currently working as one, but I worked as one for long enough to be able to answer to this :D I specialized in harness racing, and in Finland we have only trotters (vs. USA, where they also have pacers, but that's not what we do here and a horse running in pace leads to disqualification as it's faster than trot). I have also worked/been in a training at different riding stables, as well. I'll but my answer under the cut eventually because it will get SO long :D

What do you mean by discipline? It depends on a stable a lot how things are dealth with. Finland also has very strict laws about stuff like the minimum sizes of a stable/horse boxes, the outdoor areas and all that stuff. The stables I have worked at, try to provide as much outdoor time to the horses as possible which I also prefer - horses were made for moving and being outdoors, not for standing indoors most of the day. That is why I disapprove stables that have too many horses for the amount of paddocks and where horses get only a few hours of the day outdoors, or spend their outdoor time mostly in the walkers. The places I've worked at had no walkers at all.

The heating side of stables probably depends on the stable. The harness racing stable I worked at for almost 5 years (but several times within a period of 8 years), had heating only in the blankets/equipment room, washing stall and the break room for people. Some of these had a radiator, some had underfloor heating. The stable had no heating whatsoever - it was in the middle of the building so it had two doors, and then bigger sliding doors at the both ends of the building. The secret was: horses are so warm that their body heat is enough to heat up a full stable. Plus its better for the horses when the stable is not too warm, it remained somewhere abover 0 Celsius, I would say it was around +5C inside the stable in the winter, as I didn't really need my winter jacket there when working. We just kept the doors closed when it got really cold, and kept a horse in every corner of the stable to keep the water pipes from freezing. And when the stable was full of horses at nights, we didn't fully close the middle door unless it was really cold outside, as the stable would just get way too moist from all the heat that comes from the horses (especially after training, as the horses sweat and keep steaming as they dry).

It was also important to take the horses outside even in the winter. Standardbreds wear thick winter blankets, Finnhorses can survive without them but some stallions grow so thin and silky hair even in the winter that we often put blankets on them anyway. Cold doesn't really bother horses who grow a thick fur, but rain and wet snow are worse as it can go through the fur and cause back muscle problems to some horses. I know that at riding stables they often put tons of blankets on horses or clip them to keep them from growing thick fur, but I have never really understood this. I believe in more natural ways, and that horses enjoy being "naked" as often as possible, and I believe in using blankets only to dry them or when the cold or rain can actually make them freeze. So, I believe in using blankets only when there's an actual need because of the horse.

What comes to breeds - in harness racing we usually have warmbloods and cold bloods, latter being Finnhorses. The warmbloods are either American standardbreds, French trotters or mixtures of them two. Russian trotter/orvol have become much more rare nowadays and I have never seen them in my work. Most trotters in Finland are bay or chestnut (or sometimes black), but occasionally there might be grey horses too and that is most likely brought into the genetics by trotters of Russian/orlov origin as there was (or is?) lots of grey orvol trotters.

Riding horses are a different story. Different European warmblood riding horse breeds are very very common, especially German breeds. From ponies Welsh ponies are super common, as well as Shetland ponies. Sometimes you also see New Forest ponies, and Gotlann Russ ponies, and Haflingers, and especially mixed breeds or ponies whose family tree is a complete mystery to everyone. Latter are often bought and brought from abroad, especially back in the 90s and 2000s it was super common for riding schools to go buy cheap horses and ponies from Europe, and later sell them here for higher price. We also have Estonian breeds here often, Estonian horse is very similar to Finnhorse as they're also often slightly more draft than regular riding horses, but also chill and reliable like Finnhorses. But they come in so many sizes and shapes, I've known one whose withers were ar 180cm or something and he was the chillest horse ever. I rode him at least once as it was at a stable where I originally started my horse hobby and horseback riding. Norwegian Fjord horses are also popular here, and I've ridden at least one once.

Icelandic horses are very popular because they are probably the best breed ever for difficult grounds. They are also very chill, brave and co-operative. Finnhorses are good too and really fit for every horse sport ever, but I would say Finnhorses can be a bit more scaredy for trail riding. Finnhorses are also really strong, so sometimes it might require an experienced rider to be able to control one. Riding schools also often get their Finnhorses from harness racing stables after a horse's career is over, and they have this 5th gear built in them. If they enter the "MUST RUN" mode, they just get really competitive and can be difficult to control. Also when driving, Finnhorses are REALLY tough and sometimes even the best of drivers have to work really hard to keep them in control as they just have incredibly strong necks and heads, and they're not as sensitive to the bit as most warmblood horses are. I have driven both, and sometimes the arms really hurt like hell after Finnhorses because they just. Are like that. Meanwhile a standardbred might slow down when you just slightly pull the reins with your fingers. With Finnhorses you pull with your whole weight and body and the Finnhorse just pulls back because they want to RUN RUN RUN. (But of course some standardbreds are also like this, it's so much up to the horse's personality really.)

I have ridden an Icelandic horse once and I absolutely loved it! They feel extremely reliable and easy to control (at least the ones they give for beginners). Plus they have 4 or 5 gaits, and tölt was made for trail riding exclusively. The horse I was riding, was having a hard time finding that gait and she actually switched to it through gallop, but once she entered tölt... it really does feel extremely comfortable! It's something else. It's literally like sitting on a chair, the horse's ass just dropped down and I wasn't moving in the saddle at all and it was incredibly comfortable gait! I definitely want to go trail riding on an Icelandic horse one day again!

This whole short trail riding trip was so bizarre btw, because we went there late on the evening in the winter so it was pitch black, but we went trail riding anyway. Everyone had headlamps (me, my classmate of that time and the person leading the trail ride), and suddenly we heard some weird barking sound coming towards us. A small animal stopped in front of the horses, went completely quiet and was staring at the horses like "what the fuck are those?", and the horses stared at it like "what the fuck is that?" :D It was a raccoon dog! And then it just turned around and started running away and kept barking. It is one of the weirdest encounters ever with a wild animal, and I was told these dogs don't bark, but this one definitely was barking. I will never forget that animal's face when it just stopped there like in cartoons to stare at these big weird animals who were completely chill and just stared at this weirdly behaving and huge mitten-looking thing. That also just shows how Icelandic horses are like, I don't remember my horse even flinching, she just was staring at the raccoon dog and tried to understand wtf is that but running away didn't even cross her mind. Some other breeds could have turned around and ran away in panic. Of course there's also huge differences between horses, I have worked with more sensitive horses who get scared by everything, and then very chill horses of the same breed who don't bother getting scared by anything ever.

I also want to say one thing about Finnhorses: they are a funny breed. Most of them are extremely smart, and some of them are pranksters. I'm convinced that some of them understand Finnish, because I speak to horses a lot and I swear some of them understood exactly what I said. One particular gelding didn't like being caught from the paddock and would always start evading and running away, even when offered carrots or bread. Then one day the same thing started again, and I was not really feeling it. I just said him "[Name], your owner is here, don't you want to go for a walk with him?" as the owner visited there only a few times a year. The gelding waled directly to my lap and let me catch him. I swear he understood what I said, I still don't know how, but he had just been running away from me and then was like "okay well in THAT case, I can come indoors with you" and walked directly to me.

Tho, it's not just Finn horses, all horses have those really smart invidivuals that cause problems by figuring out how to open paddocks or doors and they become the best escape artists ever, driving the humans nuts. Usually the smarter the horse, the more opinions they have over everything. Including what happens in the races. Some days they just don't feel like winning, and they don't. Some days they keep teasing everyone and then go like "ok actually I do want to win today" and then they win the race. You really work together with the horse, and no horse is forced to do anything, because they simply won't run nor win if they are not feeling like it. My then-employer used to say that the horses choose their own career, so sometimes I've seen mares quit their career and become breedmares because they just lost their motivation for running for good, so so be it, then.

Okay, I hope this opened this even a bit now :D Feel free to ask more if I didn't answer everything, or if there's something else you would like to know (more) about! Also forgive me for this long answer, I just love horses so much and I've got so many great memories from working with amazing horses, including that time when I tamed a 3-year-old Finnhorse stallion who had barely been handled at all :D But that's a story for another time.

#answered asks #Anonymous #mcrmadness' random stuff #just horse groom things #finland

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

нαρρy αηηıѵєяsαяy

Frederick Chilton × Fem!Reader

⚠️ Warning(s) ⚠️- MINORS DNI; Dominant Reader, a little oral (male receiving), hand job, restricting, choking, nursing kink, condom breaking.

Plot - Its your 15th anniversary. The two of you have a nice night. With a nice meal and some wine. The best way to end the night was some intimacy. You may get a little overboard.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵. He actually remembered your anniversary. It had been 15 years. So you didn't give him TOO much credit. However, you allowed him to take you out. The two of you enjoyed a lovely evening. Fancy food and expensive drinks. Reliving some old fond memories. You felt more than amazing. Due to being so dolled up. Feeling the need, though you didn't care to do it for him. But tonight was different. So you wore his favorite black dress. Those heels that 'make you ass so fine'. Though oddly enough he was being genuinely sweet. Touching your hand a lot and doing things he didn't normally do. Opening every door for you, pulling out your seat. Giving you constant kisses. Not the tongue down your throat kind. The soft tender ones. On your cheek, neck, temple, and hand.

After the meal, he helped you into the car. Since you were a tad tipsy. Leaning back against the leather seat. The air filled with wine and his devine aftershave. Music warming your senses. It was dark outside, yet was illuminated by the buildings around. The street lights hitting your eyes, reflecting beautifully against your hues. Humming softly with the music. You feel a warm sensation grow on your inner thigh. Glancing down, you see Frederick's hand. It was gripping you firmly.

"You've been such a good...date tonight." You mew.

"Well, it's a big anniversary for us. Fifteen years? Damn—where has the time gone..?"

You let out a soft giggle. Leaning over a bit. Your hand planted on the back of his. Your head touches his shoulder. Bunching up your curly hair. "Mm.. I dunno. But we have some good memories..dont we?" You smile at him. He returned the expression. Though he kept his main focus on the road. The rest of the ride was somewhat silent. Besides from the music. Although, it was pretty nice. Just enjoying one another's presence.

∘ ∘ ∘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Tossing your purse and kicking off your heels. As Frederick removes his jacket and hangs it by the door. You hug him from behind. Melting against his back as you inhale his cologne. He places his hand on top of yours. Looking over his shoulder to try to see you. "I take it you had a nice night? Hm? I tried my best to impress you.. since I think I bore you nowadays." He chuckled.

"What? D..Darling. Of course I enjoyed it. You don't bore me.. why do you think you do?"

"Oh...no reason. Just it being so long. I just thought...— we haven't done anything nice together in a long time." He mumbled. His tone a touch saddened.

You let out a sigh of compassion. Feeling as though your work had taken it all over. You never do make time for Frederick. But you both were here now. Your hands slip around his torso. Soon finding the buttons to his vest. You begin to undo them. "I'm sorry baby. I should make more time for you.." uttering out as you continue to undo the buttons. You peck against the side of his neck lightly.

Both actions cause him to stiffen. His face growing flushed with heated emotions. "Heh..oh..I uhh..—Don't apologize. I shouldn't complain. We are both busy with work and very much buried in it." He chuckled awkwardly. The flushed discolor to his skin growing. Especially when you remove his vest. Tossing it aside in a playful manner.

You set it to the side and get in front of him. Reaching out for him to grab your hand. "C'mon..I really really need my Frederick. I need you..bad.." you wink playfully. Of course he takes your hand. Smiling bashfully to himself as you lead both of you to the bedroom.

Once inside, he gently backs you up against a wall. Growing super close to you. Instictually, you place your hands on his shoulders. Frederick leans in pressing his lips against yours. You hum softly in pleasure. He caresses your curves, until he reaches down. Getting the bottom of your dress. Lifting it up slowly. You allow him to remove your dress. Before going back in for more kisses. "Mmm..you're so delicious." You tease him. Soon slipping your hands down his torso.

"Yeah? Maybe you should place those lips somewhere else that would taste delicious." He flirted back. Eyeing you with such hunger.

You grin lightly, letting out a giggle. Biting your own bottom lip. "Is that what you want? My lips around your cock?" You bluntly respond. Your hands finding his belt and soon began to undo it. Getting to his zipper as you never break eye contact.

He nods, "yeah.. I think I may need you more than you need me." He chuckled a little.

"I dunno about that. Because I need you to get your pants off. Right. Now."

Frederick quickly does what you demand. He even removed his shoes and boxers. He began to unbutton his undershirt. You stop him by cupping his face. Clashing your lips with his. These kisses a lot more aggressive and wet. Your lipstick staining his lips now. Both of you lightly moaning against one another's mouth. You break away, letting out soft pants. Before leaning down and finding his belt. "Lay down..baby." You watch as he does exactly what you say. Soon getting on the bed with him. You gesture for him to move his arms up. Within a few moments. You had his wrists tied up against the headboard with the belt.

"Wow..aren't you kinky." Frederick smirked.

"Well..you are really cute when I get to dominate you." You laugh softly.

"Cute? I wasn't really looking for that compliment.." he pouted.

You take out a condom as he whines about being called cute. "Don't be a baby." You move down and open up his shirt. Kissing down his stomach. As he tugs against the restraint. "Is this dirty talk or are you having fun insul—...ahhh..y/n.." he groaned sharply.

Your mouth warming his cock. Sucking heavily against his girth. Moving your head up and down at a slow pace. Feeling him grow in your mouth. You pull up and suck deep against his tip. Using your hand to stroke the rest. Your tongue teasing the slit. Your hand squeezing as you stroke his length. Popping your mouth off his tip. Your lipstick smeared and some left on his nether-regions.

"Do I taste Delicious?"

"Yeah..you taste so damn good baby."

"Then keep sucking..please."

"Awww.. but I need that cock baby. Inside of me. Don't you want me to fuck you?" You stop stroking him.

He tugged against the belt. "Oh God yes."

Ripping open the packet. Rolling the condom on. You take off your underwear and bra. He watches every movement you make. You get back on top. Sinking on top of his erection. Your lips parting as you moan. Enjoying the sensation of his size stretching her out.

"Oh baby...be rough with me. I want it." He begged in a shakey tone.

"Oh? Is that what you want? Mmm..I'll be rough with ya." You coo.

Placing your hands against his chest. Bouncing at a steady pace, rolling your hips hars against his. He groaned at each thrust you gifted him. You adore watching his face scrunch and contort with pleasure. You begin to grind harder. Causing the bed to creak and shake aggressively. Cussing softly under your breath. You lean up closer to him. Your hands slip up and cup his face. You lock eyes with him. Before you dip in and kiss him sloppily. He eagerly kisses you back. One of your hands brush through his hair. Getting it all messy, just the way you like it.

Both your body's grow moist with sweat. His wrists growing red from tugging against his restraints. "Mmm.. please.. let me touch you. Nnn f-fuck! Please please please..!"

Your body aches from how he begs. "O...nn..o-okay.." you moaned deeply. Still rolling your hips rough against his. Slowly reaching up to undo the belt. Frederick took no time and kissed at your breasts. Since they were near. Once free, he holds you tight. One hand on your back. The other cupping one of your breasts. As the other was sucked on.

You stare down at him with need. The way he gave you such attention. It made you hump him harder. Tightening your walls at each thrust. Practically trying to milk him. "Frederick..! You make me feel so good!!" You cry out.

His lips wrapped around your nipple. Tongue massaging the harden bud. His eyes half-lidded. He releases to get some more air in. "Harder..please. I'm so damn close..!!" He groaned sharply. His hands land on your hips. You want to make him cum. Want to get him to bust. Sitting up straight. You really begin to bounce on him. Letting out louder moans. Somewhat screaming out at each bounce. Everytime his cock was fully inside. It hurt so wonderfully. Like a nice sweat sting of pain. It was just so deep inside, jabbing your cervix.

"Oh f-fuck...nnnn..! I think the condom broke.." you tried slowing down. But Frederick wouldn't let you. His grip tight on your hips. Making you bounce. "I dont care... I need it! Fuck—I know you n...ahhh..n..n..need it!!" He grumbled out. "Cum on it...cum on my bare cock." He begged in a deep sigh.

Your hands land ontop of his. He was right. You needed this just as much as he did. Your cheeks redden as you simply nod in agreement. "Okay..." you whimper. As you start to fuck him rapidly again.

Frederick was addicted. He could feel it all. Feel every inch of your walls. Against his bare shaft and tip. How truly wet you were. How warm and soft you were. He even began thrusting up against your bouncing. Making the friction even better. "Fuck fuck fff..FUCK!" He cried out in blissful pleasure. You crumble at the feel of it. How hot and thick his cum felt.

You stopped bouncing as your climax hits you hard. Your eyes glisten at how good it truly felt. Frederick pulls you in, hugging you tight against him. Hushing you softly as you both finish. Your body's relax and sit still.

"I love you so much...god." Frederick sighed lightly.

"I love you too.." you smile. Snuggled against him. "Please..dont let go." You pur.

"Don't worry about that.. I'll hold you all night." He rubs your bare back. Kissing the top of your head. "As long as I can stay inside you for awhile." He chuckles weakly.

"..mhmm..you can stay inside of me. It feels good." You giggle. Nuzzling the side of his neck. "We should do this more often...not just on our anniversary."

#hannibal #frederick chilton #Frederick chilton smut #Frederick chilton x reader #divider by cafekitsune

[eccentricmya]

how are you so Normal about silm. Literally I am sitting here, so depressed I can’t eat, drawing Them again and again and you’re just like. Oh here I’ll vilify Maedhros. Now I’ll paint him in a nice light. Why don’t we discuss it over coffee. Like Maedhros isn’t some figure who’s emotionally and psychologically a part of your personal identity I don’t get it. How are you so cool about all this. The world is falling apart

(oh by the way I think your blog is great).

Oh thank you! 😊

You pose a great question. I was thinking just yesterday if I'm not passionate enough for the fandom lol. The answer is maybe that I've mellowed out over the years. Though I still get obsessed with new things from time to time and want to read and see everything related at once! Much like you are now, I suppose.

But why are you depressed? Because of how Silm is or is it related to your artistry? For both I would say, enjoy the process! I know it's easier to say, but truly, the best part of fandom and creation is the fun you have here away from real life. If you make yourself stressed because of it, then it stops being a comfort and becomes a burden instead- at which point, I find myself turning away from that fandom or abandoning the fic idea.

Tolkien though, is like home to me. It's nothing new or exciting like some attraction at a fair; it's the same characters, the same story, but it feels relaxing rather than boring because of the familiarity. And when you're relaxed, it is very much like sipping coffee!

Let me give you an example... in Uni, I used to chug my coffee so that I could have more of it. If I finish one cup, then I can have 3 more! And the amount of time I got to experience the taste of coffee back then was around half an hour. Nowadays, I drink just one cup, which I savour for half an hour. I'm still spending the same time on my coffee experience, but now it is in a much more healthier manner.

Fandom is like that. The characters and story we love is not going anywhere. You are not going anywhere. So take your time. Take a walk with your favourite characters, instead of running after them. Let your heart decide the path you walk, instead of sticking to the already paved road. I swear you'll enjoy the journey far more this way!

As for having a crisis over our favourite blorbos? I cried buckets when Thorin and Fili and Kili died. I was so distraught that I had to wait in the parking lot of the theatre before I could ride back. It is normal to have attachment with characters, no matter how fictional they may be. But I do not think a single character can define your personality. Rather, it is your personality that gives meaning to a character you love. We're too multifaceted for it to be otherwise.

The same goes for characters. They're complex too and can have a multitude of traits that we may or may not vibe with. This is why we can have vastly different views or headcanons about them. Fiction is the realm of possibilities, we should embrace them all! And if someone else's take conflicts with mine, I can just go "oh, they're in a different universe of the multiverse; we can co-exist."

Sorry it got so long, I may have rambled off-point... your ask made me contemplative hehe. Thank you once again! Have a nice day! And remember to eat please!

#such a lovely ask #just fandom things #silmarillion #my inbox is always open if you wish to talk!

[combinado]

Just finished watching the final Venture Bros movie, and man... ;_;

Sure, it probably wasn't as cool as it could have been if it was a whole final season instead of just a movie, as was planned originally, but still. They probably made it as good as it was possible, with picking up most of the loose threads and neatly tying them. I don't know what else to say without spoiling anything, but as a long-time fan I was pretty satisfied with those conclusions. That ending felt really nice c:

And it's hard for me to describe everything that I feel about VB, but I basically grew up with this show. And it sure had a huge influence on me, and I owe quite a lot of who I am and what I'm about nowadays to it. It showed and taught me many things, and it truly means a lot to me. And I'm really glad that something like that exists and that I stumbled upon it many years ago and decided to stick with it.

Sure, the early episodes may be... rough, to say the least, especially by the modern standards - some of 00's adult swim language and jokes may seem in rather poor taste nowadays, but hey, it was a product of its time, and it does get better later on. And the early animation may not be super polished, and is also rough around the edges - the pilot episode was even done in Flash, haha. But I always found VB really endearing even despite that. And it makes it only more satisfying to see how the quality of both the writing and the animation get better and better with each season.

If you have the time, and if you're willing to tolerate the rough start and a few crass jokes here and there - please, give Venture Bros a chance. It's a wonderful show made with so much love and attention to the details, with a fantastic, fun and colorful cast, and it's just really entertaining to watch - there's more than enough humor, mysteries, suspense, cool action and heartwarming moments. And oh, the character growth! Some character arcs take quite some time to start rolling, but the payoff is great. And you probably would enjoy it even more if you know the things it references here and there, but even if you are like me and have been living under a rock without getting familiar with most of pop culture - it still holds up on its own just fine. And despite its 20-years-long (woah!) run, it's not actually that long - 65 episodes (counting the pilot and the specials) and a movie. (And don't miss the after-credits scenes!) There was a slideshow-presentation style post about "why you should watch Venture Brothers" that I really liked, but sadly I can't find it. But these posts can work as well: - https://www.tumblr.com/taki118/628651351412441088/go-watch-the-venture-brothers - https://weirdmageddon.tumblr.com/post/627555718310019072/in-depth-guide-thread-for-people-who-want-to-get - this one also has content warnings, though it's probably better to do your own research if there are some topics that are sensitive to you.

Anyway.

Go Team Venture. And thank you for the wonderful ride.

P.S. And here, have a picture of one my faves - the wonderful Dr. Orpheus :]

#you thought it would be a post about the movie impressions but no it's just me begging people to watch VB #now that it's finished i can finally do so with a clear conscience lol #venture bros #0r19