#the anatomy took a hike on this one but you know what

[sweetandgentlecreature]

Betcha Won't

Author’s Note: Hello again! I’m so sorry for missing my usual Thursday night upload last week. I was down and out with a migraine for a bit, but now I’m back in action! New avatar, same ole shit, lol. Part 6 of Somethin’ Sweet takes it back a bit with something nice and cozy. I apologize for breaking so many hearts two weeks in a row, so as promised, this one’s much softer. Thanks for reading!! 

Summary: Sy makes a camping trip to the lake a night they’ll never forget.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female OC 

Warnings:  hope you’ve got a dentist appointment on the books, because this is tooth-rotting fluff…minus the smut, of course. Expect a strip tease, descriptions of anatomy, oral sex (female receiving), and p-in-v- sex. I am an adult, and due to the nature of this content, all works created by me will be rated for those 18 years and older. Minors, DNI.

Beta’d by: @peyton--warren ❤️

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“You got any more of that jerky?” They’d been walking for what felt like hours, but in reality was only 30 minutes. As a Colorado native, Merrin really should’ve been more prepared for a hike than this, but he’d really sprung it on her. She’d anticipated another night at the diner. Friday’s special was prime rib and baked potatoes, and though they’d only been at it for a few weeks now, she knew he wasn’t one to pass up a good meal. So when he showed up outside of her house and told her he had a surprise for her, she was keen to see what tricks he had up his sleeve. She just didn’t know their change of plans would include bug spray. Stumbling her way through the foliage of an unfamiliar path, she reached out an expectant hand in wait for her reward. Sy slapped another piece of cured venison into her palm and chuckled at the noises of delight she made as she happily gnawed on it. 

“That’s the last of it. If I’d known how much you’d like my meat, I would’ve brought more.” 

Merrin didn’t have to see his face to know how pleased he was with himself, and she gave a playful wack to the back of his head as they broke through the clearing. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. Calm, clear water lapped at the pebbled shoreline of a vast lake surrounded by trees. It was a sight that took her breath away. A tent stood off to her left in the plush carpet of grass, filled with all the blankets and pillows he could gather in those big ole arms of his. A little further down, closer to the bank, a stack of freshly chopped firewood waited to be lit. It was a dreamy little scene, put together with so much forethought. He must’ve been working on it all afternoon. Merrin smiled as she took in the sight, and wrapped an arm around his waist to draw him close. “You did all this for us?”

He took a shot in the dark when he’d made the executive decision to move date night outdoors, and though he hoped she’d like the change in scenery, there was still a part of him that worried that she wouldn’t. Seeing her now, beaming up at him like he’d hung the moon when all he’d really done was fight with a flimsy tent pole for twenty minutes made it all worth while. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he smiled back down at her. 

“Nah, baby. I did it for you.”

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They sat together on a blanket in the grass as the sun disappeared behind the trees. Sparks snapped and crackled on their way up to touch the sky. Merrin sat between his open knees and rested back against him. The old radio from the workshop was propped up by the cooler with the sound turned down low. Since his truck only had a tape deck, Sy had taken up making mixed tapes for her. Merrin tapped her toes to the beat as they watched the gentle waves roll in against the shore. He wondered what was on her mind as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. What she said made his heart skip a beat.

“Twenty bucks says you won’t strip down to your skivvies and run into the lake right now.”

Her proposition caught him off guard, and he nearly choked on his beer. Snorting and coughing through the foam, Sy cleared his throat before he spoke. 

“Twenty bucks says what?!”

She giggled and turned to look up at him, a mischievous little grin spread wide across her freckled face. She sure likes to keep him on his toes. “You heard me.”

Sy laughed and shook his head. “Do you know how cold that water is? No way, Darlin’. I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna catch a cold for twenty bucks.”

Without missing a beat, she shrugged. “Fifty says you won’t do it bare-ass naked.”

He stopped. Now that could make for an interesting night. “ You ain’t gotta bribe me to get me naked, babydoll. All ya gotta do is ask.” 

Merrin stood and brushed the sand from the backside of her jeans. “Come on, Capitan, live a little. When’s the last time you did something fun?” 

Sy paused. She was right. Of course she was right. Before her, he couldn’t remember a time in the last decade that he’d let himself do something on a whim. Every t was crossed, every i was dotted. Sitting here by the fire tonight, he realized how much he’d missed out on by overthinking every decision he made. He could stand to lose a little resolve. Before he could make a move, though, Merrin was already kicking off her shoes. She peeled off her socks and tucked them away inside of her beat up sneakers, then worked to loosen her belt.

“Come on, Clay. You really gonna make me do it alone?”

 Sy sat back again for a moment to take in the sight. He’d been trying to come up with ways to get her out of those jeans all night long, yet here she was, baring herself to him out in the open like this. Any action they’d had up until now had taken place over the clothes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, because fuck, did he want her so badly. In truth, he’d been stalling. It’d been almost a year since he’d been with a woman, since before he met her, before his last deployment. Merrin was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and he just didn’t want to let her down. He knew he wouldn’t last very long once he finally had her. It was apparent now that he’d been stalling for so long that she’d decided to take matters into her own hands. She pulled him back down to earth when she tossed her panties at his face. He snatched them away eagerly to get a better look at her. 

“Well, get to it, then. I’ve shown you mine. Now you gotta show me yours.”

Snapping his mouth closed, Sy lept to his feet to toe off his boots. By the time he finished stripping, she’d already made it to the water.

Squealing in surprise, Merrin shuttered as the cold water lapped at her toes. Maybe skinny dipping wasn't such a good idea after all. When she turned round, ready to admit her misjudgment, she bumped right into him. His bare chest was warm against hers, and fuzzier than she’d imagined. She reached out to trace her fingers through the blanket of dark hair and let them trail down his stomach without a second thought. Heart pounding loudly in her ears, she fought to keep her gaze above the waist. Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t- fuck. 

Fuck was right. One glance at what was waiting for her made her head spin. She didn’t have a chance to react though, before she was suddenly hoisted up into the air and thrown over a broad shoulder. Sy laughed as she squealed and squirmed to free herself from his grasp. 

“Nuh uh, no ma’am. Yer the one who wanted me out here. Time ta’ put yer money where yer mouth is. Now hold yer nose.” 

Merrin took a deep breath just in time, when they crashed together into the lake. Just as predicted, the water was freezing cold, and when she broke the surface again, Merrin let out a scream of surprise. Laughing through the shock, she stood and splashed him in retaliation. 

“Fuck, its cold!”

“I tried ta’ tell ya! Come here.”

Sy chuckled and wiped the water from his eyes, then held out a hand to her. Drawing her in close, he wrapped her up in his arms and swept damp strands of hair from her face. They held each other close and giggled like children beneath the moonlight. He looked down at her as their laughter faded to echoes, tracing each goosebump on her arm with the back of his knuckles. No matter how many times he’d imagined this moment, nothing could compare to the way she felt in his arms tonight. Skin on skin, knee deep in crystal clear water beneath a blanket of stars, not a cloud in sight. A lot had changed since he'd been here last, and though not all of it was good, he was thankful for it all. He’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant he could stay with her like this forever. 

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Neither of them had to speak to know what would come next. Sy carried her back to shore and laid her down on the bed of pillows he’d crammed into the two-man tent. Neither of them cared that they were still wet from their dip in the lake. In the moment, it didn’t matter. The passion between them burned hotter than the smoldering embers of the campfire outside. She welcomed him onto her and tangled her arms around his neck as they kissed. No matter how close he got, it would never be close enough. She wanted him inside of her, body, mind, and spirit, but he had other plans for her. His lips brushed down her chin and he nuzzled upward until her head fell back in submission. The scratch of his beard against her throat and he kissed his way down felt delicious, and she ached to feel it all over. Though the cold weather made her nipples stand at attention first, they perked up for him now with each pass of his tongue. He caught one between his teeth, but only for a moment, long enough to put a smile on his face as he listened to her purr for him. 

“That’s it, Sugar. Sing for me.”

Merrin trembled when his tongue traced around the outside of her navel. Swallowing thickly, she dug her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders and watched as he settled in to rest between her thighs. Merrin bit her lip as she watched him size her up from there. Maybe it was the beer that made her brave enough to make the first move, but laying beneath him now, she hoped he wouldn’t look too closely. Stretch marks snaked across her stomach and hips, cellulite dimpled the skin of her thighs and ass. Growing up, she’d always been a little heavier than her friends. It wasn’t until she’d gotten older than she’d become more comfortable in the body she was given. Sy looked up at her through lids heavy with lust, as if to read her mind. Sharp teeth carved gently across the inside of her knee to silence the thoughts running through her head. Arching her back, she bucked her hips up towards him to stop his teasing. 

“Sy…” Merrin begged through shaky breaths. “Please…”

He sat back on his haunches to admire her. She’d smack that look right off his face if she didn’t think her hands would tremble. He reveled in her desperation, and she knew that. Whining and squirming beneath him, she tried to close her legs in embarrassment. Sy caught her by the knees, one in each hand, and held them wider than before, clear up to her shoulders. 

“Nuh uh, little Miss Merrin,” he shook his head in feigned disappointment. “Tell me what’chu want from me.”

Her face turned beet red as blood rushed to her cheeks and spread down her neck as she turned her head to look away. He didn’t like that much. With both of her legs pinned beneath one rough hand, he redirected her by the chin to meet his eyes again. Sucking his teeth, he shook his head again. Say it. Just say it, and I’ll give you the world. He held her gaze and waited patiently for her to get the nerve to open her mouth again. Chuckling softly, Merrin let out a shaky breath as she reached for him. 

“I want you, Clay. More than anything.” 

“How? How do you want me?” 

Draping one of her legs over his shoulder, lips moving at a snail’s pace, Sy kissed his way all the way down. He had the patience of a saint. He could do this all night. Merrin, on the other hand…

“Fuck’s sake, Clayton Lee! Are you just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna eat my fuckin' pussy?”

That was all he needed. Confirmation, one way or another, that she wanted this just as much as he did. His laughter shook the tent, and in the blink of an eye, he dove right in. He spread her open with his thumbs and used the tip of his tongue to explore her weeping folds. Slow, precise, probing movements until he had the lay of the land, then it was game over. He devoured her, lips, tongue, and teeth working together to draw her close to the edge. Merrin mewled and moaned, head back and back arched, ass hovering above the ground as he held her thighs and shook his head from side to side. It wasn’t long before a familiar tightness began to blossom low in her belly, and before she knew it, he had her seeing stars.

He gave her space to come back down to earth again, and once she caught her breath again, he lowered her hips back down onto the blankets. Calloused thumbs rubbed soothing circles into the dips of her hip bones as he waited patiently for her word again. He wore the evidence of her arousal in his beard with pride, the sticky-sweet nectar gleaming in the glow of the nearby fire. Merrin ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair and melted against the pillow beneath her head. 

“Well, shit…If I’d known you were so good at that, I would’ve stripped for you a lot sooner.”

Sy threw his head back and barked out a laugh that drew her own laughter with it. “Baby doll, all ya had ta’ do was ask. I’ve been dreamin’ about eatin’ that little pussy from the moment I first laid eyes on ya.”

But when she moved to sit up, he nudged her back down again. She frowned, confused. Didn’t he want her to return the favor? He simply shook his head, as he intertwined their fingers together and gave a squeeze of reassurance. 

“No, baby, it’s alright. I won’t last if ya do that fer me. Let’s save that fer another time.” 

Merrin laid back on her elbows and eyed him with reluctancy. She’d never met a man who’d turn down a blowjob, but whatever floats his boat, she guessed. Sy took a moment to reach over into his bag and retrieve the shiny little packet from the outside pocket. Good ole Sy, always planning ahead. He tore through it with his teeth and sat back to grip himself with his left hand. They both watched eagerly as the condom unrolled down his impressive length, and he sighed once he’d finished. Merrin wasn’t inexperienced, but the thought of him splitting her open on that thing had her stomach in knots. He could sense her apprehension, and truth be told, he was nervous too. In a fleeting moment of thought, he wondered if this is what it would’ve felt like to lose his virginity on prom night. He didn’t go to his senior prom, was too busy helping his uncle in the fields that spring, but the nerves he felt now sure felt that way. Every moment they’ve spent together had led up to this. Leaning in to brush his nose against hers, he whispered softly against her lips. 

“I’ll go slow. Just…tell me if it hurts, m‘kay?”

“Go slow,” She nodded slowly, repeating his promise out loud as if to make that promise to him too. Dragging the tip of his aching cock through her folds once, then once more, he gathered her wetness there to help smooth the tension. Merrin gasped when he caught at her entrance and breathed through the sting of the stretch her walls gave around him as he worked his way inside of her. Nice and slow, just as promised, he pulled out all the way and tried again and again, until he was fully engulfed inside of her. Hearts pounding in their chests, they clung to each other and worked together, two souls finally coming together as one. One spark, and they’d set the whole forest ablaze. 

The shock and awe melted away, leaving room for nothing but unbridled fervor. The gentle, probing shift of hips turned to hungry thrusts. Loud smacks of skin on skin only adding to the ambiance their bodies made. Sounds of lust echoed across the lake, creating a beautiful symphony with the radio and the woods. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, seeking shelter in the dip of her collarbone. Painted fingernails left pink lines through the ink on his back. “More…more, more, more,” was all she could think to say, and more, he gave her. He gave her all he had, until he just couldn’t take it anymore. The cry of a warrior ripped through his chest, as he pounded her endlessly and emptied himself into the condom deep inside of her. She came too with a shout, body seizing and writing beneath him, as they rode out their shared climax. When everything was said and done, Sy collapsed on top of her with a grunt. They listened to the bullfrogs croak as they sought the breath they’d fucked out of one another. Moments passed, when Merrin finally broke the silence again. 

“Fuck.”

“Fuck yeah, or what the fuck was that?”

The grin she gave him was answer enough, as he turned over to lay beside her. 

“Fuck yeah.”

Sy chuckled, grabbing a blanket to pull over them to keep the cool night air out. Even though he hadn’t lasted as long as he would’ve liked, it certainly made for a night he’ll never forget. 

“Fuck yeah, baby doll. Fuck yeah.”

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Sy was downright giddy the next morning as he drove her back into town. He might’ve stuck his head out the window and sung her praises to the world around them, If it weren’t 8:30 on a Sunday. Instead, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed quietly to himself. Across the bench seat, Merrin flipped open the glove compartment and rooted through it for his collection of tapes. When a beam of early morning sunlight gleamed caught something shiny, she dug through the mess to find the source. He watched her from the corner of his eye, but by the time he’d comprehended what she’d found, it was too late. Mouth hanging open, he watched as she examined the condom in her hands. 

“Hm,” she said thoughtfully, turning it over to read the back as if she were flipping through the funny’s in the morning paper. “Ya know, I’ve never seen a gold one in real life before. I mean, I knew they were real, but damn. You could drain a bathtub with one’a these things.”

Sy laughed and scratched the back of his neck, relieved to know that she didn’t think he was some kinda sex fiend for keeping a stash here just in case. Well…Maybe she wouldn’t have been too far off, but still. They were still new to this. 

“Yeah…Yeah, they’re pretty big, huh.”

Merrin scoffed. 

“Pretty big? That steak you devoured was pretty big. You’re fuckin’ huge, babe.” 

They pulled up to her house a moment later. Sy put the truck in park and turned off the ignition, but left the keys there. He didn’t want to intrude, so he sat back against the cracked leather seat and looked her way. 

“So…got any plans fer today?”

She thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. 

“Besides sitting on a bag of frozen peas? Nothin’, really.”

He nearly choked on his own spit. Merrin giggled as he fumbled to come up with a coherent thought, an apology, something, then leaned across the console to kiss him on the cheek. He’s cute when he’s pussy drunk. 

“Come on, Cowboy. I’ll make you some pancakes.”

His stomach growled at the thought of food, and in an instant, he snatched the keys from the dash. He had her door open before she could even laugh. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

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[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)

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“hey dad! times been good to ya” (x)

when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said “not now. but someday” and she still has it (x)

jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)

jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarie’s jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)

fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to  (x)

jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared “take this in. this is it”  (x)

*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)

jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)

fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uh…….no comment  (x)

theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDY  (x)

.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJ (x)

.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)

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the drama teacher at Jensen’s school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like “you’ve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise we’ll be in the front row”  (x)  a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went “lol take a hike” (x)  THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like “woah ” (x)

jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice  (x)

Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me.  (x)

the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. they’re called carolinas  (x)

jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like “SHOW ME THE COD PIECE” and i was like “perfect timing i have five of them lined up which one” AND JDM SAID “PICK THE BIGGEST ONE” (x)

fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: he’s not lying  (x)

jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table  (x)

jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like “what the fuck is going on that was amazing” (x)

jensen looked at steve and said “this is a bad idea we should leave” right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that  (x)

.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma.  (x)

jensen says the pilot of spn “holds up today”  (x)

fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)

jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where it’ll go and where it will end (x)

jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)

APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFF’S DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE “WE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITS”  (x)

JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS “PIVOT” (x)

jensen: i heard “anyway you want it” in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)

fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said “goodnight 👋🏻 ” jensen: right but it was more like “goodnight 🖕🏻  (x)

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#Jensen Ackles #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #NJCon23 #SPNNJ #Jensen: Panel Highlights #* #I really enjoyed their dynamic #and how supportive of each other they are #it's very genuine

[multifandom--madness]

Roll for Perception - E.M.

a/n: I have not dived into this in a while, but I hope I do well enough for you guys to enjoy. If you guys like it enough, I'll make it a series.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: none, I don't think

summary: What's the hellfire club all about?

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Yearbook? no. School paper? no. Band? no. Gymnastics....long gone. You honestly had no motivation to do anything for your senior year. I mean, did you have to be in an extra curricular? Your mom was practically begging you to get back into gymnastics, but after last year's embarrasing injury, you were not willing to relive that. Nor were you willing to go the extra mile rehabilitate it into being the perfect athlete either. After looking at the fliers that were pinned to the cork board, you found one flier under all of the other papers.

"Hellfire Club... Friday nights 6 pm. Hawkins High School's old theatre. If you don't have dice, you can borrow some. Curse of Vecna Session 1 10/31/1985. DM: Eddie Munson"

Dungeons and Dragons? You've not played that since your older brother had moved away to college and you lost him as a DM. It seemed that they were already a couple of sessions in, but maybe not too far for an extra character? You took the flier and folded it into your bag and walked to your locker before your last class.

After an hour long torture session of anatomy class you grabbed your car keys as fast as you could and drove home. Once you got home, you put on some more comfortable clothes and dug through your old drawer of things and grabbed your dice, an old character sheet, and a pencil or two.

Your mom heard you run through the house and to your room and she wiped her hands with a kitchen rag. "Y/n, is that you? How was school?" you answered without looking at her as you grabbed some more comfortable shoes. "Uh, yeah it was good. Good enough for first day I guess?" She smiled at you and threw her towel over her shoulder. "I heard they have a gymnastics team...I thought it would be good for you, so I called the school and talked to the coach. Conditioning is starting now."

You rolled your eyes at her vigor to get you back into gymnastics, but that was a wish and a dream. "Mom, I'm not doing that. Plus, I wouldn't even have the time to get back to where I was and... just no. Anyway, I have to go back to the school anyways so I'll be home by 10."

"But y/n, it would be so good for-" and that was all you heard before you shut the door, drove off, and headed to Hawkins High. Getting there, you had never seen the parking lot so empty, but thank god because you were able to find a parking spot that didn't require you to hike to the old theatre.

Campus was dark and things were already weird here in Hawkins, but you tucked your jacket and bag close to you and found the old theatre. Before you opened the door, you already heard what you remembered to be the sounds of people speaking with one another. You already felt bad for showing up when they are probably well established into the campaign, but you'd rather be super early in the campaign instead of super late.

You walked in and as soon as the door shut behind you, four heads turned in your direction. Three obvious freshman, and one tall senior, you assumed, with a long black wavy mullet. "Is that a girl?" you heard one of them whisper. "Uhm, I'm sorry, but the new theatre is holding auditions, not this one." the tall one said to you.

"Is this the hellfire club?" you asked. Everyone's eyebrows raised and the tall one unfolded his arms and walked towards you. You held out your hand to shake, which he did not take. "Are you Eddie? I saw this flier on the cork board in the hall. I know it's been a couple of weeks since your first session, but I was hoping I could play?"

Eddie turned to look at the party and then back at you. He scratched his head and looked at you as if to say 'you might be in the wrong place'. "I mean, have you played D&D before? The party we have is level 8 right now and you wouldn't want to just-" He started to say but your excitement beat him to it.

"Oh no, that's fine. I actually already have my character sheet. I made a teifling bard warlock. She's multi classed evenly. I've played before but I've not been able to play in a while. If it's too much I understand. I just saw you were playing and thought-" You saw the smirk grow on Eddie's face and he stuck his hand out to introduce himself.

"I'm Eddie, I'm the DM." You smiled and took his hand and replied "Y/n. New student." From there he put his hands in his pockets and asked "Do you have dice?" You plopped your bag on the playing table, careful not to knock over any miniatures, and pulled out your dice tray, your player's handbook, your old miniature, and your favorite set of purple dice. "You can say, I'm quite excited."

Eddie let out a small and almost inaudible laugh, but you caught it and it made you smile. "Pick your spot at the table." he said. Everyone rushed to their favored spots, leaving you at the opposite head of the table from Eddie. Everyone prepared their materials and Eddie dimmed the theatre lights for ambiance.

"Everyone, this is y/n. She is our newest addition to the table. Everyone, go around." You went around the table and met the three younger players named Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Mike was a Palladin, Dustin introduced himself ruggedly as a master artificer, and Lucas acted out his ranger skills as he introduced his character.

When it came to your turn, you smiled, flirtatiously extended your arms onto the table being very in character and introduced yourself. "My name is Agony, I'm a Tiefling Bard Warlock multi-class." You donned fingers for horns on your head to mimic your character and laughed as you sat down.

Eddie smiled behind his interlocked hands as you introduced yourself and sat up straight in his DM throne. "Now that we have met one another, I need everyone to roll for perception." Everyone rolled their dice, Mike was doing the math on his modifiers to add to his role, and dustin and Luke groaned as they clearly rolled a low number on their dice. You shot up in excitement and smiled "Nat 20!" The party clapped for you as you started the session strong.

After four hours of playing, Dustin, Mike, and Luke all spoke with one another as they waved and said goodbye to you on their way out. You got your things together and Eddie came by you holding his campaign book. "Great session today, Y/n. I hope to see you next Friday. Do you have a ride home?" he asked politely. You smiled and thanked him letting him know you drove here. He nodded his head toward the door offering to walk you to your car and smiled. You immediately knew finding that flier was the best thing you could have done for yourself this year.

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a/n: I hoped you guys liked this, plz don't drag me.

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[ellivia]

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger, thank you! ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yep! I got one of my middle names from my Grannie, who was my person. I also passed her name on to my daughter.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh…last week? I think? Kinda feel like it right now, tbh. My mental health has not been great lately.

3. Do you use sarcasm?

Allll the time.

4. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes, voice, any interesting facial features. I guess that’s three though, huh?

5. What’s your eye color?

Very very very light blue, almost gray, with flecks of green and one brown speck in each eye.

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending 😏

7. Any special talents?

Throwing things in the air and catching them in my mouth, untying knots, eyeballing levelness and centeredness when hanging things on walls.

8. Where were you born?

South Florida!

9. What are your hobbies?

Watching tv, going for walks/hikes, going for rides in the car, trying new places to eat/coffee shops, going to local festivals (not music ones)

10. Do you have any pets?

I had a cat for 15 years, Jacksimus, but he died a couple of months ago. I still miss him every day. We hung a picture of him on our wall and put a hanging shelf under it with his ashes and a clay paw print.

11. What sports do you play/have played?

I played basketball and softball in elementary school, and I did baton for one season.

12. How tall are you?

5’6”! I like being exactly this tall.

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

Choir (I know it’s not a subject but I would have dropped out of high school without it). Real subject? I took anatomy and physiology in high school and really enjoyed it.

14. Dream job?

No fucking idea! Something that allows me to help people in some way and make decent money.

I’m tagging @storybycorey, @scapegrace74-blog, @edierone, @alliedbiscuit and @carrie11!

#about me

[jobrookekarev]

Something of You While You’re Gone.

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 3727

Summary: Alex has to travel for a week and Jo asks him to fill her up before he goes.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson

Characters: Alex Karev and Jo Wilson.

Rating: Mature 

Additional Tags: Pure Smut, Dirty Talk, Cream Pies, Pregnancy Kink Kinda, Nipple Play.

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Jo sat on the bed, hiking up the black and white floral sundress just a little bit as she watched Alex pack his carry-on suitcase. She was folding the socks he had just dumped in the suitcase and added the pair she knew he liked. “Did you pack your soap?”

“No, why?” Alex said from where he was picking out a few t-shirts and pulling them off of the shelves next to the bed.

“Oh, so you're going to come home smelling like some random motel soap that's going to irritate your skin and give you a rash for a week?” Jo asked, raising her eyebrow at him as he turned around to look at her. 

Alex froze as he looked at the shirts and his hand before tossing them into the bag and walking over to the bathroom. “I'll go grab it.” 

“Grab a baggie to put it in,” Jo shouted after him as he made a quick detour to the kitchen before heading over to the bathroom. 

She folded up his shirt with a giggle and a shake of her head as he returned to her with the soap and handed it to her as she put it in his toiletry bag. “What would I do without you?”

“You'd have a horrible rash and dry skin,” Jo said as he leaned in and dropped a quick kiss to her lips.

“Well I guess that's everything,” Alex said putting his hands on the hips of his blue jeans as Jo zipped up his bag. “And we got an hour to spare before I’m supposed to be at the airport.”

“Whatever should we do?” Jo said with a knowing smile as Alex caught her eye and licked his lips. 

Alex took the suitcase and picked it up off the bed as Jo reached for the hem of her sundress. There was a reason she hadn't worn anything else but this dress. She pulled it up over her head and revealed herself to him. Alex took in her naked body with eager eyes, never looking away from her as he made quick work of his shirt. 

He stepped over to her as Jo laid back on the bed. She looked up at him as she let her legs fall open, her wet pink cunt display for him. She could feel the cold air from the loft as her nipples hardened into peaks. Alex just seemed to stare at her. Taking her in for a moment. His eyes drank her in like he was dying of thirst and she was a cold glass of water. 

“Give me your cum and leave me full of you so I'll have something of you while you're gone,” Jo said in a whisper as she looked up at him between her eyelashes as she involuntarily clenched her pussy.

“Is that what you want?” His eyes finally drifted up to meet hers and he smirked as he stepped forward. “You want me to put my cock inside of you, fill you up, and leave you with a belly full of my cum?” 

“Yes,” Jo breathed out, already desperate at his words. 

Alex licked his lips again before he stuck his thumb into the hem of his jeans and pulled them down in one fell swoop. Jo inhaled as she took in the sight of him. Her eyes glanced over the little bit of chest hair he had and the line of hair that trailed down from his belly button to his cock. He was already hard, standing straight up and eager for her. Jo loved that she could get him hard just by taking off her clothes and whispering dirty things to him.

His cock was thick and stout, like his fingers. The first time they slept together Jo was worried that he wouldn't fit. That he was too big and he’d be too rough with her. Yet, Alex knew him to handle himself and was soft, gentle, and full of love for her. They fit perfectly together. They were like to puzzle pieces and he fit inside her like no one else did. It just felt right. Oh god did it feel right when he was inside her.

He jumped on the bed and she couldn't help but giggle at his antics as he smiled and climbed up her body. He leaned down pressing his body against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She pulled him down as he met her lips in a kiss, but the rest of his body hovered above her. 

Jo dug her heels into his back as she urged his hips to meet hers, but Alex pulled back, his cock brushing against her center. Jo groaned against his lips as he pulled back, going so far as to sit back in between her legs. Jo put reached out for him, but he was just out of reach. Alex laughed and had that smirk on his face, the one he always got when she was desperate for him and he loved it. He put his hand on the inside of her thighs before he sat up and held his cock. Then ran the tip of his cock through her folds and up and down her clit. Jo groaned again in relief and she knew she wouldn't wait long. And She didn't have to before he was pushing himself inside of her just the tip, at first before pulling back, teasing her folds with his cock again. 

“Don't tease me please,” Jo begged him.

“Oh, but I love to see how pretty and wet you get my cock,” Alex said, he pulled his cock and held it up to her as she saw it dripping with her fluids.

“Alex,” Jo pleaded, but he quickly leaned in and silenced her with a kiss.

As he leaned over her, he put one hand on the other side of her, leaning over her as Jo wrapped her arms around him. She ran her fingers down his back and resisted the urge to scrape her fingernails down his back. 

When he pulled back from the kiss, he put his cock against her clit again, but he was quick to move it down and push inside her. He fully sunk to her until their hips meet as the tip of his cock met her cervix. Jo let out a groan of contentment as she threw back her head and Alex moaned. She knew how he loved being inside of her just as much as she loved being full of him. 

She clenched her pussy around his cock as Alex lifted up before he started to thrust inside of her. Jo let out a cry before lifting up her hips to meet him, urging him on. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him as well, it was such a wonderful feeling to be fucked by him. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

“God yes!” 

“Good.”

Alex smiled as he looked down and he reached out to kiss her neck before trailing his lips down her chest. Jo happily threw her head back and gave him access to her breast and his lips clamped down on her left nipple. She moaned in his ear, telling him exactly how much she liked it as he gave her one particularly strong thrust. 

“Moan for me again,” Alex said as Jo filled his ear with another moan.

“Oh Alex,” Jo breathed out his name.

She loved the feeling of him hitting her cervix every time. She clenched around him, trying to keep him in for a little longer, but he was in and out in quick succession. He hit every good spot inside of her and she was rendered speechless as she painted and cried out. By the time he reached down and rubbed her clit she was already halfway gone for him.

“Do you like this Jo? Do you like me filling you up?” Alex asked, pulling back from her breast and releasing her nipple with a pop and Jo cried out as the cold air meet her sensitive skin.

“Yes,” Jo said with a cry as he pinched her clit between his fingers.

“Tell me, Jo, use that pretty little mouth of yours to tell me all the filthy things you like me doing to you.”

“I love your cock inside of me. I love it when you fill me up and when I’m so full of you and your big cock,” Jo said, opening her eyes and looking at him. He started to rub her clit again and his hips danced with her as she kept going. “I love it when you spill over inside of me, filling me up with your cum so I can be full of you. I love when you claim me as yours.”

“Is that what you want, Jo?” Alex said a playful smirk across his lips as he pounded into her. “You want me to come inside of you, fill you up, and claim you as mine?”

“Please Alex,” Jo begged, getting closer and closer on his hands and his cock as she felt the curl of her orgasm wound up inside of her. 

She was so close, so ready to spill over for him, to come for him, but tonight she waited for him to tell her that she could. That she was a good girl, that's what she wanted to hear.

“I know, you're going to be a good girl for me. I want you to cum on my cock like a good girl while I fill you up. Is that what you want?”

“Yes please Alex, fill me up! Come inside of me and I'll take it like a good girl.”

“I know you will, Jo. You're such a good girl,” Alex said as his paste increased and his hand on her clit got more intense.

“I'm so closed Alex,” Jo said, her orgasm was on the tip of his fingers and she was ready to spill over for him.

“I want you to come on my cock as I fill you up and I’ll fill your pretty little belly with my cum,” Jo could only nod in agreement as she grabbed her leg holding it up as Alex pressed in deeper at this new angle. 

He was going so fast and so deep and Jo could already feel sore from him but she didn't dare stop him. Not when his pants got high and he wined. He closed his eyes and leaned down to wrap his lips around her breast as she moaned. She loved having his lips on her. Alex looked up, his lips still around her nipple as he caught her eye. His deep brown eyes stared at her, his eyes so full of lust, but also love. She easily smiled back at him and tangled her hands in his hair. 

“Come for me Jo and I’ll fill you up,” Alex said, letting go of her breast to speak before he captured the other nipple again and with one final swipe of his fingers, Jo came as well. 

Jo cried out as her pleasure overtook her and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. It was just a few seconds later for him to plant himself deep inside of her as she lifted up her hips to meet him as he came. Alex came with a cry around her breast and she could feel his hips jolt as he thrust. She felt his cock spasm inside of her as he came, filling her up as he promised. She held him in between her legs, where he was supposed to be buried inside of her. 

Finally, they both relaxed, Jo opened her eyes to look down at him and see him glancing up at her as he sucked, coming down as well. She relaxed her legs and he melted into her body as he lay on top of her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she smiled in the afterglow.

He let go of her breast, but not before leaning down to kiss her skin. He trailed his lips up her body with soft and sweet kisses. His lips finally met hers with a soft kiss as they both came down from their high. Alex pulled away from her as he gently moved to the side and she followed him. They both rolled over onto their sides and Jo put her leg over his hips, keeping him inside of her for as long as she could.

“Well, are you satisfied now that you're full of me?” Alex asked with a smirk. 

“Yes,” Jo said with a smile before she bit her lip, neither of them had any idea just how full she was.

“Alright, let's see the damage,” Alex said as he looked down and pulled his hips back. 

Jo wined at the loss of him although he pulled out of her just as slowly as he had first pushed into her. She looked to see that his cock was absolutely dripping with their mutual fluids. she felt it dripping out of her as well before he swiped it up with her fingers and pushed it back inside of her. Jo clenched around his fingers, but he pulled out of her. 

“Can't wait to single drop,” Alex said with a devious smile.

“Nope,” Jo agreed with a giggle at his antics before she got her own devious smile. “I just wish you could give me more.”

Alex groaned at her comment and she saw his dick twitch again. Although it remained flaccid.

“That's one hell of a send-off,” Alex said with a smile as his brown eyes met hers.

“Well if that's the last time I come in the next week, I thought I'd make it worth our wild,” Jo said, with a smile saving this moment with him.

“Jo, we have toys, you can come anytime you want,” Alex said, with a smile as he leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“Yeah, but it's not the same as being fucked by you,” Jo said, with a smile as she leaned in and claimed a proper kiss from his lips.

After she reluctantly pulled back from his lips, Jo closed her eyes as she rested her head on his chest. She reached down and held her belly. She was sore, no doubt from him slamming against her cervix. Although she didn't mind. It was the good kinda sore that came after a good fuck. Alex put his hand over hers too, holding her belly as if it would help her get pregnant, but Jo loved it. 

“If we don't leave now, I'm going to miss my flight,” Alex said, checking his watch and pressing a kiss to her head as he moved under her.

He took his hand away from her belly, but Jo grabbed his hand. Although he was ten times as strong as she was, she knew she had him wrapped around her finger enough to pull him back into her arms, where he belonged. She laid her head back on his chest and closed her eyes again. 

“Five minutes isn't going to make a difference,” Jo whispered, with a pout as she buried her face in his chest, hiding from the world.

Alex relaxed back into her arms, putting his arm around her. Jo sighed in contentment as she nuzzled her nose against his chest. He smelled of sweat and sex and he was a little stinky, but she didn't mind. Alex leaned in to press the kiss to her forehead and she could feel him smile against her skin. He ran her fingers through his hair and they both closed their eyes, relaxing in each other’s arms. 

He was soft and sweet with her always, but especially in the afterglow, giving every inch of himself to her. Jo almost fell asleep in his arms, letting the exhaustion from their sex take over. She always slept peacefully after their intimate moments. Especially when he held her in her arms like this. She felt so wonderfully full and surrounded by him and she couldn't help but feel that she was right where she should always be. 

“I have to go,” Alex whispered against her forehead before he kissed her forehead, And this time he loved to get up forcing Jo to sit up.

“I don't want you to go,” Jo said with a pout, only to find him staring at her as he reached up and touched her cheek. She leaned into his touch and he leaned in to kiss her again. 

“It's only for a week, I'll be back before you know it,” Alex whispered against her cheek before kissing her lips again. 

Jo knew that she could ask him to stay and he would, but she wasn't selfish enough to ask. Alex got up first and he had to drag himself away from her arms. She looked at him, his cock that lay flaccid in between his legs still covered in their fluids. She stretched out her legs and put a hand over her sore belly letting out a yawn as she stretched. Alex grabbed her foot and tickled her toes as she giggled and sat up. 

He grabbed her discarded sundress and gathered the skirt of the dress before holding it up to her. Jo raised her arms as he slipped the dress onto her. Alex took one last glance at her breasts before he slipped the dress over her. Jo then watched as he got himself dressed, mourning every inch of his skin that was hidden from her eyes. Until finally he slipped on his shoes. He gave her a hand as he pulled her off the bed. 

“Do you want panties?” Alex asked with a smirk reaching around to put his hand under her dress and grab her bare ass. 

“And keep you from your fun?” Jo said with a smirk as she leaned into him. “I expect one more time with you in the car before you leave.”

“Jo,” Alex said with a groan already lusting after her. 

But Jo just smirked as she went over to the entryway. She slipped into her sandals and grabbed the car keys looking back at him with a smile. He just stared at her before she turned away and ran to the car. she laughed as she ran and he quickly chased after her. 

Jo looked around the busy airport, putting a hand on her belly as she waited for Alex. She couldn't wait to see him again, although this time she wasn't sure she wanted him to fill her up again as she already felt quite swollen. Jo looked down at her swollen belly before looking up and she finally spotted him. The second he saw her, a wide smile spread across his face and he jogged over to her. 

She giggled in excitement as he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and spinning her around as she clung to him. It felt so good to be in his arms again and to have him home. He pulled back and she put both of her hands on his face before tilting her head and kissing him. 

“I missed you,” Alex whispered against her lips before quickly kissing her again. 

“I miss you too, more than you know,” Jo said as he quickly kissed her, taking her breath away. 

He moaned as he melted into her lips and she smiled into their kiss. Alex couldn't seem to get enough of her lips and he ate up her kiss with hungry lips. He moved to pull her away, if only to eat her up in the privacy of the parking lot where she could spread her legs for him and truly let him eat her up. 

Still, she pulled away with a smile as he nipped at her lips for one last kiss. “I have a surprise for you!”

“What kind of surprise?” Alex asked, with a smirk his hands wandering down her back, but before he could squeeze her ass, she reached back and took his hand. 

She put one of his heads on her belly, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a little pink stick. Alex’s eyes went wide as he stared at the positive pregnancy test before he looked down at her small bump under his hand. He looked up at her, his lips parting and his eyebrows raising, but she beamed with a smile. He looked down at their hands and then at the stick again. Then his lips turned up into a wide smile. 

“Are you serious, you’re pregnant?” Alex asked, a laugh of excitement as he looked down at her belly.

“Yes,” Jo said with a laugh and equally wide and happy smile.

“You're really pregnant?” Alex asked again, just to be sure.

“Yes,” Jo said, although she was quickly cut off as Alex pulled her in for another kiss. 

When he pulled back, he looked down at his hand still on her belly. “Well, I guess I filled you up good, just like you asked me to.”

Jo couldn't help but laugh, she was definitely full now. She had felt her belly swell in the past week, along with the rest of her body as she started to gain baby weight, but she loved watching their baby grow. He laughed too before leaning in and kissing her again. He was so excited and she could feel the sparks on his lips as she shared his excitement too.

“How long have you known?” 

“Just for a few days, but I’m already 9 week along.” 

“I can’t believe I went all the way across the country when you were here pregnant!?” Alex asked, his eyes soft as he reached up to hold her cheek.

“You said you wanted to go and neither of us knew,” Jo said leaning into him and he knew her words were true, but he still shook his head.

“I used to be able to tell when somebody was pregnant I can't believe I didn't know that you were pregnant,”  Alex said with a shake of his head, looking at her with a bit of worry as he reached up to hold her cheek

“It's okay although I was a little nauseous recently I haven't been throwing up and I didn't and I was ignoring all my other symptoms,”  Jo said as she bit her lip and Alex rolled his eyes and shaked his head at her. 

“Well, I'm not letting you out of my sight again,” Alex said, looking down at her belly with a soft smile.

“Good,” Jo said, with a smile as he looked back up at her. She put her hand over his on her belly, feeling wonderfully full of him now and for the next seven months.

#jo wilson #alex karev #grey's anatomy #jolex #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction #lemons

[fili-urzudel]

Infodump

Whoops it looks like my threat to infodump backfired lol

I wanna let you guys get to know me without compromising my personal information online so if this seems vague in weird spots that's why.

Name: well I just looked through my several Name notes and saw the name Maewyn (the name of my future daughter in Stardew Valley lol) and I like that so why not, if you need to refer to me call me Maewyn or Mae.

Family: I live with my parents and sister, all of whom I adore! I'm the eldest child. We got our first dog when I was 12 and he's still with us.

Favorite Color: Purple. It's pretty and I look good in it ngl. I prefer more blue-tinted shades like indigo or periwinkle.

Favorite flower: it's insanely hard to choose! Botanical gardens and hikes through parks are some of my favorite activities and oh my goodness the pretty plants you see in those places. I might just have to say roses because I have three bushes of my own in the front garden that I tend to every summer and fall.

Favorite Animal: Elephants! I have reasons but I'm not going to articulate that right now sorry

Favorite metal: I'm not a very jewelry oriented person, mostly because of my eczema, but I own mostly silver jewelry.

Favorite stone: once again hard to choose, they're all so pretty. Opal is magnificent, but my only problem with it is it's so soft, so as a practical person who prefers day-to-day wear, it's not the best stone for me.

Zodiac (just in case you were thinking of asking): All I know is I'm a Scorpio.

Hogwarts House: I took the Pottermore quiz in fifth grade and got assigned Ravenclaw so that's what I'm sticking to. Not knowing anything about Harry Potter, I think I'm a Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff tendencies, or vice versa.

Favorite thing to study: I am a student of a lot of things so it's hard to choose, I think every subject has its charm. I love reading and thinking about themes and creative writing (obviously) but I couldn't see doing that for a living because I fear I either wouldn't be motivated enough or having to make money off of something artistic would take the joy out of it. I'm studying Computer Science, and it's very interesting. Biology and Anatomy are super cool as well, but once again I don't think I'm suited to the life of a researcher or a doctor.

Hopes and dreams: just to be a well-adjusted and kind person. I want to be the person that people are drawn to and feel like they can trust, the kind of person where "my door is always open" is a reliable statement. I'm a very shy and quiet person, and maybe not necessarily super emotive, so I feel like at the moment it's a bit hard for people to believe that I care or I'm someone who could care, even though I do, very deeply. Literally my personality goals are Peeta Mellark, Beth March, Samwise Gamgee, and I think my faith plays a lot into that.

Other Fandoms: Star Wars (esp. the Prequels and cartoons) and Star Trek for sure!! I have another sideblog dedicated to that. I'm watching ST:TOS right now and it is so unbelievably fun. I used to be a Marvel fan. I'm still a hardcore Spider-man fan (all media fr fr). I play Stardew Valley, a little Palia but just for the graphics if I'm honest. Uhhh I'm blanking right now so that must mean those are the really important ones.

Fun facts:

I need all four wisdom teeth removed and either braces or Invisalign in the next few years, along with a not-so-purely-cosmetic periodontal surgery.

I downloaded Goodreads maybe three weeks ago and I have 229 books on my Want to Read list.

I skipped all of my high school English classes through Dual Enrollment.

When I clean my room I clean clean but I only do it once every one or two months, and in between it kind of turns into a disaster zone.

I'm gonna get my hair cut from 18 inches to 4-6 inches in a couple months and I'm nervous and excited at the same time.

I want to make myself a capsule wardrobe soon.

I crochet and as soon as I have a little more free time I'm going to teach myself to knit. After that probably quilting, even though I suck at sewing.

I interviewed someone about his beard today.

I'm watching The Vow with my family right now when I probably should be working on my physics.

And if you know me irl, these fun facts will probably let you piece together that it's me running this blog.

That concludes this evening's infodump, I hope you enjoyed.

#lotr #lotr fandom #the hobbit #the hobbit fandom #infodump #infodumping #fun facts #about me #mae muses

[vulgarvixxen]

Going off the hiking prompt: Logan getting double dicked against a tree

Survivalist Hike

Warnings: 18+, pre-hyperthermia, d.a.p., mild sex-pollen, snake anatomy Janus

There has been a lot of stress in the Mindscape lately, projects in the works and deadlines to be met. Logan had taken the brunt of it all trying to keep the schedule and keep the others motivated while also planning for the coming weeks, he was relieved when they reached the weekend that Janus marked for self-care. He was burnt out and wanted some time away from the “office”, luckily Janus had suggested they go camping which Logan had been asking the other side to do for months now. You see Logan loved hiking and camping in the imagination where he could watch the wildlife and study them, it relaxed his mind while stimulating his body! He figured that Janus would also enjoy the outdoors since it was late spring and the weather would be accommodating to their other’s snake attributes. This is how they found themselves on a mountain in the imagination with an unexpected cold front rolling in bringing freezing rain and howling winds, having only one extra blanket in their tent.

“Uuggh one of the twins must have changed the forecast after we left, the bratssss!” Janus hisses, his breath just barely visible in the cold air. “We will speak with them when we return. Which I suggest we do soon since this temperature could become dangerous for your health.” Logan replies as he packs away his things, his fingers numbing the longer they are exposed to the cold. “But thissss was sssupposed to be your weekend, a time to relaxxx” the other pouted as he snuggled in the one blanket. Logan sighed but kept packing, sure he was disappointed but he wasn’t going to risk their health and safety for a trip that would just cause more stress. Better to go home and just go back to work.

“I know itsss not the same but we could ssspend the night in my greenhouse, it will be warm there and you can ssstudy the plantsss.” Janus suggests when he notices the resigned look in Logan’s eyes, he doesn’t add that his snakes also live there so the logical side will be surprised. A bit of light returns to Logan as he thinks about it, “Yes, that sounds like an acceptable second choice for our trip.” He reaches out to sink them out but the imagination pushes back, like stretched rubber bands they spring back to where they were. A few more tries prove just as fruitless, “they messsssssed with the sssettings! Stupid boysss!”

Getting out the map, one Roman gave him to fill out, Logan looked for the closest exit…it was miles away. He let out a deep sigh, there was no way either he or Janus could hike that long in these conditions after a long day of walking already under their figurative belts. There had to be some other way out or at least somewhere safer to wait until the storm passed, wait what was that symbol on the map across the river from them? “Janus, do you know what this symbol means? It’s not on the key.” The shivering snake looked down at the paper with a critical glare before his eyes widened and a giddy smile graced his face, “that is a love nest, Roman and Virgil come out here for their little sex retreats. It will be nice and warm, probably full of booze and firewood too! Logan it’s so close!” The embrace of the snake hybrid startled the logical side not only because it was unexpected but also because Janus’s skin was as cold as the rain outside, they needed to get to this “love nest” quickly. “Put on all the clothes we brought and use one of the sleeping bags as cover, I’ll carry the bags. We might get there before the sun sets and leaves us in the dark.”

They trek the dirt path and across the footbridge over the river to a strange looking tree, where the other trees were thin and tall, this one had a stout trunk and thick branches that turned up like a flute glass. With the dwindling light it took far longer for Logan to find the hidden entrance into the secret getaway, a knot on the trunk was a latch-knob that needed to be lifted to open. By then a sheet of ice was coating the ground and the sleeping bags they used as coats and Janus had stopped talking a few minutes ago, a troubling development. He tossed the bags to the side of the entrance and dragged the snake side into the shelter. He noted that Janus moved sluggishly and was beginning to take a blue tint on his human half, “T-takkke offff the w-w-wet c-clothes an-and shhhoes, gotta g-get you warmmm.” Logan chatters the instructions as he also strips off his wet shoes, socks, and pants.

Janus gets his shoes off no problem but Logan has to help him get the outermost pants and shirts off so they don’t soak his already freezing skin. Once he gets Janus on a plush seat with a dry blanket Logan staggers to the fireplace and throws on the logs stacked by the wall, thank goodness for magic since the logs replenish after a moment. His numb fingers fumble with the match but eventually he gets the fire going and starts looking for anything to help them heat back up safely, Janus especially needs to warm up without shocking his system. In the kitchen he finds a two burner stove and a kettle that he fills with water and sets on a burner to heat, there is some strange tea in a red box that smells sweet and fruity that they can drink. In a room upstairs there are plenty of dry clothes to change into while theirs are still wet. When he comes back down with sweatpants on and some more layers for Janus the water is ready for tea. Its fruity scent is even stronger as it steeps in the mugs, he’ll have to ask Roman for some when they return home.

“Janus, I know moving is uncomfortable but you need to drink something, please.” He coaxes the lethargic side to take the mug who immediately curls over the source of warmth. A good sign. Logan finds another blanket and to conserve heat sits next to Janus, it also lets him keep an eye on the other’s health as the night progresses. Silence is filled with sips and the popping crackles of the fire that has warmed the room considerably, it’s peaceful and as their mugs are drained the sides start to fall asleep leaning against each other.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Way too soon for his taste later, Logan woke feeling better but also a little off. He figured it was just the fatigue and skipping dinner that made him feel “funny” but as his mind woke more he noticed that his companion was missing, “Jan? Where?” He looked around and saw that the blanket that was tucked around Janus earlier was now leading down the hall. Groggily he followed down the hall to find his missing companion and check on his health, the snake side needed to keep warm. So it was worrying to see discarded layers thrown haphazardly about as he neared the over the top bedroom. “Janus?” He calls out worriedly, “Here darling, closer.” Janus’s voice is huskier than normal and sends an ember of heat to his guts, it was a wonderful feeling that washed away the weirdness he woke with. He walked more into the bedroom, towards where he was sure he heard the other call to him, when he was shoved up against the bark-like wall.

Lips met his in searing kisses, hungry but experienced as they coaxed open his mouth to drag out sounds that Remus would approve of. A thigh nudged his legs apart to give Janus room to pin him in, three sets of hands tugging away at fabric to get to heated flesh, “So warm darling, you make me so warm. Want you, want to be in you.” Janus moans between kisses, and Logan wants that too, wants to chase this feeling and let Janus ruin him. “Yes, yes, I want you too!” He gasps as a set of arms lifts him up.

He hadn’t noticed when his boxers came off but the sensation of his dick rubbing against Janus’s own dicks made his head spin at how amazing it was. When a slick finger enters his hole he thinks he sees stars, Janus, please! Feels so good!” He cries as the other side adds another finger, “Soon darling. Don’t want to hurt you, my love.” And that hits Logan hard, Janus could use him right now and he’d thank him for it but the selfish side was being gentle, considering his needs too, it was far softer than he was used to when he was with the others. Before he can get too into his own head Janus adds a third finger, pumping and curling the digits to find that sweet spot.

Ahhh!

The musical sound that Logan makes when Janus hits his prostate breaks the resolve the snake side had, “I think you’re ready love, relax for me.” Janus bids as he lines up one of his dicks with Logan’s hole. He slides in and let’s the logical side sink down onto him slowly, “That’s it darling, there we go.” A beat later and Janus starts to rock up into Logan with one dick as the other still ruts against the other’s own. The night is filled with porn worthy moans and gasps of each other’s names, the buildup of heat between them steaming up the windows.

Logan can feel his climax nearing but he wants more, wants something else, “Janus, I can’t take both, give me both.” He pleads as Janus thrusts again, “Ok love, but you have to stop me if it hurts.” Janus agrees, he uses two sets of arms to lift Logan again and holds his dicks together to ease them in. It stretches him but it doesn’t hurt like he half expects so he only whines needily to get the other moving again. Janus just huffs fondly and sets back to his pace, rocking up in a rhythm of in and out, in and out, the squeeze of Logan’s hole heavenly hot and accommodating to the girth. “Feel so good in you Darling, so perfect. My perfect Logan.” He whispers as he speeds up a bit, listening to the other’s breath hitch at the compliment, he keeps calling Logan perfect and darling until he feels the logical side spill cum over both of their stomachs. He can feel his own release close behind so he takes the time to kiss as much of Logan as he can reach as he thrusts harder, when he cums his teeth sink into soft flesh and his vision whites out.

When Janus comes back into himself he finds that he and Logan are still connected and entangled together. The logical side is pushing back his sweaty bangs and looking at him with such reverence that it’s frightening at first. “Are you alright darling? I didn’t mean to break skin.” The bite was bleeding and once again Janus was glad he wasn’t venomous. “I’m fine, you don’t have to apologize for something I liked.” A blissful smiles graces Logan’s lips and Janus feels his face blush bright red, a strange twist since they had just fucked and now he was flustered.

They stayed there on the floor until the room temperature started to get noticeably cooler, retreating onto the bed and under the plush comforter. The next day came quickly and with much warmer weather, they spent most of the morning and afternoon lazing in bed where it was cozy. Hiking was forgotten in favor of repeating the events of the night before, several times. When they returned Sunday evening everyone commented on how relaxed Logan looked…if he and Janus decided to take more hiking trips no one made comment on it, except for the dwindling supply of Vitali-tea in the love nest, oops!

#nsfs loceit #nsfs logan #nsfs janus #supersecretsmutside #my writing #not safe for sanders

[ladswithflags]

heavenly

#enjoltaire #exr #grantaire #enjolras #fanart #les miserables #I'm back to my bullshit of WINGS ON EVERYONE #the anatomy took a hike on this one but you know what? it's all the more s o f t due to it #why has grantaire no wings in this?? will we ever know?? #maybe #maybe not #anyway this is today's potion of fluff and comfort #as you were friends #it took a while to get back to myself after failing miserables months but there's still more AUs I'm gonna draw from the list hopefully #♥.

[divinefireangel]

Make out Sessions with SF9 - Hard Ver.

As per multiple requests 👀. Hope y'all like it!

Warnings: Suggestive. Smut. Female anatomy. Sloppy kissing. Just go with it 😂. Choking. Youngbin's is highly inspired by Hannah 🤭. Extremely inaccurate description of wine? Cause I've never consumed any lmao. Sensual touching? Humping? Size kink for Ju? Strength kink for Seokwoo? Tbh idk what I'm doing lol

Everything under the cut!

Youngbin

You're both in the balcony, sipping on wine after a long tiring day, awaiting the weekend

Maybe it's the wine or the fact that you both are absolutely free for a whole day tomorrow, but something is just pulling you closer to him

And just like that, you straddle his thick thighs in the chair he's seated on 👀

Gulping you bite your lip, before leaning in to taste his

Of course due to the wine, his lips and tongue and saliva all taste like alcohol and his own flavour

He will pull you closer till your legs are bent at your knees and are resting against his sides comfortably and your heat is touching his crotch

He's also gonna be really loud, moaning into each kiss, breaking only to kiss your neck or jaw with closed eyes

His hands are sensually touching your back and breasts, just feeling you up and making your whine for more

Easily carries you to the bedroom for a night full of expected unexpected events

Inseong

Baby boy is so shocked when you kiss him with a lot of fervour

Takes a few seconds to realize what's happening lmao

But when he does, he will flush his chest against yours

Hands start to wander along the length of your back

And everytime he reaches the end of your back, he goes lower till he's able to cup your butt

Now you're shocked 😝

All this, while still kissing you senseless

His lips moulding with yours

Moans coming out from the both of you

Teeth pulling at your lips

Teeth clinking together

His tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth

When you give him the green light, gosh he will be ready to fuck you on the floor 🤭

Jaeyoon

Oh this one definitely tries to convert every innocent little kiss to a make out whenever you both are alone

And he knows you will give into his charm because he's cocky and we love to see it

It's instances when he's sitting on a chair in the kitchen while you cook or study and every time you get something right he gives you a congratulatory kiss

But after that last bit of preparation, when he does kiss you, his hands are on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin lightly as his lips move against yours

Pulls away when you're breathless and smirks that sexy smirk FUCK ME

Now of course, his hands move to cup your butt and pull you closer

Well he makes you sit on his lap while he's still in the chair

Holds your face in one palm before looking into your eyes and just dives in to your mouth

It as so messy but it's also so hot like????? How even does he do that lol

His tongue is more in your mouth than his, purposely drawing out moans and small surprised squeals from you and your sounds are sending electricity to his cock

Which then leads to your both dry humping each other till he just feels like he's had enough of this teasing and dramatically pushes your things off the table to fuck you on it 😉🤭

Dawon

Oh this fucker knows what he's doing but he'll act all cute so you can't even blame him 😣

And it's always things that shouldn't even affect you like feeling his hot breaths against your neck while his chest heaves on your back or his hands that slowly pull your pants a little lower IT'S NOT EVEN NOTICEABLE

But fuck he knows what he wants and he also knows he's convincing you

He's so happy when you huff in annoyance and just push him onto the bed after dragging him to the room

His smile disappears when you straddle his lap and pull him closer by his shirt

And he starts to lose his shit when you bite your lip and trace his facial features, looking at him with your bedroom eyes, lowering yourself till you feel his half hard cock

When you start to rub your clothed core against his, fuck he's even more desperate

Hands go to your hips to guide your movement

But before he can kiss you, you tilt your head back moaning so loud, making him whine to feel your lips

You give in easily lmao 💀

Grinding down harder and kissing him even harder only breaking to remove your clothes 🤤

Zuho

He's been cooped up in the studio for too long so it is fair if you go and make sure he isn't as stressed 😉

And so you do

You walk in to his studio wearing the cutest skirt you own

But he's so engrossed in work he doesn't notice :(

That's okay cause you remove your shoes and pull his chair out, abruptly sitting on his lap, your back to his chest

That's when he notices the skirt, and his fingers trace the hem slowly raising it up 👀

Groans looking at your cute panties and turns your face to his to give you a sweet kiss

Makes you stand to lean on the table facing him

So when he stands he can tower you and make you feel small

His fingers comb through your scalp till he can pull your head back suddenly and slowly kisses up from your neck to your lips as you breathe hard through your mouth

His lips meet yours with a lot of force, whimpers and moans flying out from you when he starts to move you up on the table

"Naughty kitten" and imagine that with his deep ass voice WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF 😭

Rowoon

It all starts with a boring movie, you in his lap, breathing into each other's mouth while kissing

Your hands pulling at his hair

His hands roaming your body, squeezing you ass or choking you or cupping your boobs over your his shirt

And you're just grinding your core against his, dizzying the both of you

Desperately attempting to feel some sort of relief

He will surely laugh cutely at your struggle

Then of course he uses his strength to pin you down and kiss you again

But this time he moves his kisses down from your lips to your core 😉

Being the playfully unfair lover he is, he moves back up to capture your lips

His fingers have other plans tho 👀

He feels you get wetter as he traces your folds over your shorts

While swallowing your moans and cries for more

Or if he's feeling generous he will kiss your neck, listening to your cute begs for more while fingering you

Yoo Taeyang

Okay he knows that you are loving his biceps so he will purposely flex them especially after his home workout

And I mean this sweaty well defined biceps like those in his cycling pics

Smirking he just tells you that he's gonna shower before you both can spend time knowing full well that you will not stay put in your place

When you enter the bathroom, the scene in front of you is heavenly

Water cascading down from his wet hair through his abs and down his legs 👀

"Took you long enough"

Chuckling in disbelief you shake your head while undressing cause you'd be a fool to miss out

Climbing into the shower you push him onto the wall, pressing your chest to his and scratching his back while getting on your toes

Cupping your face he kisses you, pulling you both under the water coming from the shower

Your kiss is a mix of his and your salivas and the shower water, it's messy and desperate but you can't care when you feel his dick come to life against your stomach

Without further teasing he picks you up and fucks you in the shower as you clutch onto him harder every time his cock brushes your g-spot

Hwiyoung

Poor thing all he wanted was a relaxing bath till you entered

Stripping yourself, you enter the tub, sitting on his lap facing him and his shocked expression

He becomes a little less shocked when he, well his dick feels how wet you are lmao

Bringing one dripping hand out of the warm water he freely moves it from your cheek, down to your thigh but making sure to wet your neck and tweak your nipple in the process

Clenching your thighs hesitantly at the cold air you felt wherever he touched you, you moan with your eyes closed

Gulping he moves both his hands to your neck to pull you flush against him as he connects your lips together

His hands feel up your back

His kisses needy, muffling both of your moans while you wait for his cock to charge up 🤭

Chani

He didn't have the intention of making you weak in the knees

But fuck how can you not go weak when your boyfriend is so hot

Legit all he did was pulling his shirt off with one hand, skillfully

And that made you pull him into bed with you

Your legs trapping his left leg, grinding your needy core against his thigh

Chest pressed flush on his

Hands slightly scraping the skin on his back

Lips attached to his moist ones

His hands slowly hiking up your shirt to touch your soft skin

Tbh he can't take this for too long

So he flips you onto your back and climbs between your legs, a teasing smirk plastered on his face

And his even more teasing fingers tracing your skin up from your knee, over your thighs, stomach, chest till it reaches your throat, tilting your head up so he can pepper small lovebites on you

Places a bruising kiss on your lips till your eyes are rolling back from the foreplay itself

SF9 Masterlist

#sf9 #sf9 smut #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 x reader #sf9 x reader smut #youngbin #inseong #jaeyoon #dawon #rowoon #zuho #yoo taeyang #hwiyoung #chani

[mod-kyoko]

Okay um, here goes nothing, could i request a Nsfw fic of makoto with a Dom! male!S/o (if not then just a Fem!S/o) who takes His anger Out thru Spanking Bic Mac, and one day he has a terrible day at Work, and Goes all out on Makoto when he gets home.

hiya flsjdfjfhsl thank you for the request fldkdgkgjsb

fun fact: this is my first time writing smut on this blog, but i do have experience writing it so no worries

this is gonna be fun to write >:]

side note: the request said nothing about actual se* but i wanted to write it anyway, so i will just warn you when the actual se* starts just in case that's not what you wanted!! other than that, there are a lot of suggestive themes beforehand, and if that's not what you wanted then i wouldn't mind rewriting it!!

***remember*** makoto naegi is an adult

CW: straightup smut, spanking, male reader, male anatomy, oral, fingering, anal, degradation, lil bit of fluff at the end

makoto x dom!male!reader

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everyone has those days that are just the absolute worst. frustrating people, frustrating jobs. though, not everyone has such a cute little toy at their disposal for when they have days like this. for you, work was much more difficult than usual this particular day. you had gotten in trouble for something another employee had done, and it was just this big mess. thankfully, you had only been reprimanded for it, but of course, the anger and frustration was still there. luckily, you knew just how your anger would find its release tonight.

before you began your drive home, you picked up your phone to text your boyfriend.

'had a bad day. you know what that means. be ready.'

after setting your phone down, you shifted in gear, and began the drive home. a deep sigh rumbled from your throat as your head was already filled with lewd images of what tonight would look like. halfway home, you felt your pants tightening around you, a bulge forming in your crotch. every image of your pretty little boyfriend gagging with your cock down his throat made you even harder, eager to get home. the ride was almost too long to bear, and by the time you had unlocked the door to your house, you were painfully hard and sweltering hot.

makoto was nowhere to be found, which probably meant he was already waiting for you in your room as you demanded. you slammed the door shut in eagerness and sexual frustration, letting him know you were home. you quickly strode towards your shared bedroom, welcomed by a blushing, naked makoto kneeling on the bed.

a smirk spread onto your face as you stepped towards him, shutting the door behind you. reaching out to ruffle his hair, you leaned into his ear. "good boy. you'll get a treat for that later. but for now, i need to take out my anger." the blush on makoto's cheeks spread rapidly as he furiously nodded. you settled onto the bed behind him, reaching your hands around his throat.

"are you ready?" you asked your small boyfriend, groping his perky round ass. with a nod, he bent over your lap. with a slight chuckle, you brought your hand up, then brought it down with full force, smacking his cheek. a loud, strangled cry rang from his lips, his legs already shaking.

"count," you growled into his ear, massaging his sore skin.

"one," he whispered, gritting his teeth.

you hit him again with the same amount of force, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips this time. "two!" he called out, panting as you brought your hand up yet again. by the third spanking, you noticed your boyfriend's dick had gotten hard, bouncing with every hit. your own bulge started throbbing under your clothing. you couldn't wait.

"you need more?" you asked him, pinching his bruised ass.

"p- please," his voice shook, a breathy moan falling out through his mouth as you spanked him again and again, each time earning a wince and a cry. by the time you reached fifteen, you decided he had enough, so you picked him up by the waist and sat him up next to you. a few tears had escaped his puffy eyes, but the moaning you heard earlier seemed to mean he was enjoying it.

**schmex starts hereee**

with a devilish grin, you grabbed his face harshly in your hand, bringing it towards your lips. your mouths crashed against each other in a sloppy, wet kiss. makoto whined into your mouth, his hands reaching for your clothed bulge. you grabbed his hand before he could touch you, squeezing it hard.

"did i tell you you could do that? do you want to be spanked again?" you whispered, causing a shiver to go down his spine. he shook his head, whimpering a little bit.

"please," he could barely meet your eyes, instead staring down at his knees. your eyes trailed down to his hardened dick that was practically begging for attention, precum leaking out the top of it's pink head.

"is that all you know how to say, slut? god, you're such a whore for me, yeah? you want me?" you teased, guiding him to kneel on all fours. he eagerly stared up at you, mouth wide open. taking your zipper into your hands, you slowly unzipped your pants, feeling a big freer. after sliding your pants off, along with your underwear, your hard cock springing free from it's cloth prison, almost hitting makoto in the face.

"suck," you commanded, glaring down at makoto.

you didn't have to tell him twice.

first, he licked up the length of your shaft, grabbing onto it. the sensation of his fingers grasping you like that sent an electrifying feeling up through your abdomen, earning a slight sigh from you. leaning your head back, you felt makoto take in your entire length between his lips, his thick saliva coating it as the inside of his throat bobbed around it. you finally let out a moan, as he gagged around you. but it wasn't enough.

you grasped onto makoto's hair, yanking it forward and thrusting your dick into his mouth, drowning out his cries with your moans as your length went in and out of him at rapid speed.

"you're doing such a good job for me baby, oh god yes," you praised him, thrusts slowing down as you felt a knot form in your stomach. suddenly, you took yourself out if his mouth, a long string of saliva pouring out through his lips, his tongue lolling out of the side. he was a bit gone after being throat-fucked like that. you gave him a light smack on his ass and he bounded back to life, whimpering.

"ass in the air, now," you demanded, hands on his hips. he complied immediately, silently getting on all fours, his ass poking up in the air. to prepare him, you reached for his mouth. "lick my fingers." he took them into his mouth graciously, covering them in his spit. you then brought your fingers up to his hole, rubbing it around the rim to tease him. he immediately clenched up, anticipating the pleasure.

"please, s/o!" he yelled out.

"you keep saying that. please, what?"

the blush returned to makoto's cheeks as he muttered. "please finger me," he shyly answered, clutching the bedsheets below him.

your middle finger penetrated him first, only halfway, before you pulled it out. for the millionth time that night, a smirk made its way onto your face as you continued doing just that, causing your boyfriend to squirm in front of you.

"you want my fingers so bad, huh? you want me to finger fuck you until you collapse? can my little slut handle that?" you teased, sliding in two fingers instead of one. makoto gasped, his hole clenching around them, a wet squelching noise coming from his ass as you pumped your fingers in and out, getting faster, and faster...

you added a third finger. his moans got louder, begging for release as your fingers came to a stop, deep inside him. you slowly pulled them out, making sure to leave him in agonizing desire, slapping his hole. he let out a yelp as you picked him up again, flipping him over on his back.

you took your cock eagerly, and rubbed the head around his hole, pushing it inside slowly. the two of you moaned in unison, his insides clenching around you, your dick throbbing with heat.

"oh yeah, you feel so good," you sighed, giving him a moment to adjust. makoto grabbed your hand, letting you know he was ready. with a low whine, you started thrusting yourself into him, hiking his legs up for more access. you watched his body bounce up and down as you forcefully pushed inside him, in and out, ruthlessly picking up the pace.

"fa- faster!" he screamed, moans echoing throughout the room as you grunted, in and out. once again, you felt that familiar knot in your abdomen, that feeling of something building up inside you. makoto screamed under you as he felt his climax build up as well, clenching around you as he cried.

finally, you felt you were about to come undone.

"i'm gonna cum, baby you're doing so good."

"i'm gonna cum too!"

with one last deep grunt, the knot came undone, your cum forcefully spilling out of your cock and into your boyfriend's little hole, all of your muscles relaxing after your release. shortly after, makoto's moans reached their loudest as his own liquids spilled out onto his stomach, his breathing raggedy and uneven. you grinned down at him, cupping his face in your hand. dragging your thumb across his cheek, you leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

"i love you makoto," you come back up from the kiss, pulling out of him. you marvel at the sight of him on his back, covered in your release, such a lewd face. since he looks tired, you get off the bed to go fetch a wet towel. you come back to find that his eyes are half closed, looking like he might fall asleep.

"go to sleep, baby," you reassured him, patting him on the head as you wiped up the mess all over his body. once he was clean, you tossed the wet rag into a basket, and laid down beside him. after draping the blankets over the both of you, you placed another kiss to his temple, before closing your eyes.

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:0

that's all i have to say, just :0

kidding, i have more. uh,,, WOW. that was so fun to write, and i am by no means a makoto simp but even i was tingling a bit during that- okay tmi mod kyoko.

(i'm very sorry BAHAHA)

hope you liked it :]

-mod kyoko

#mod kyoko #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #thh #trigger happy havoc #makoto naegi #makoto naegi x reader #danganronpa smut #dra fluff #smut #cw smut #smut cw #male reader #dom!reader

[snellyfish]

I’m not really doing too well, if it’s alright could I have some Kiyo headcanons? Preferably just Kiyo, if it’s not too much to ask. It’s also fine if you don’t want to send any/respond.

Sorry to hear that, I hope you feel better soon, anon! ♥

A lot of these are pretty fucking grim but I promise there’s also some nice lighthearted ones in here somewhere 😭 Mentions of animal death and some classic sibling abuse in here;;

I always kinda viewed him being mostly raised by his sister: Never really had an attachment to his parents because he was very young when they died and any grieving he may have needed to do was swindled by his sister just trying Too Hard to move past it and coming across like “we didn’t need them anyway.” So I do think that he just really needs/wants parental figures / mostly a maternal figure in his life of any kind, since he lost his real one and was forced to depend on another. He doesn’t know how to cope without one.

Definitely a weird kid growing up, no friends in school but everyone was also too scared to bully him directly. Honestly believed he had a lot of friends in school at the time because he would just ramble to other kids about horrifying things and they’d run away crying, and his sister would have to drill it into his head later that he has no friends. Thanks, sister.

^On top of that I definitely think he’s on the autism spectrum...somewhere in there.

REALLYYYY liked dissecting frogs, probably tried bringing his own dead animals he found to school so he could dissect them in class...his sister was brought in MANY times by teachers to give him a stern talking to.

Had a secret highschool crush, probably not realizing it was a crush, and was trying to flirt with her like “I want to dissect you so bad.” Probably got kicked in the knees. But hey! Now he’s a big fan of human anatomy!!! #feminism

I think he was a peaceful kid otherwise, he would always try to pet any neighborhood pets or wild animals that would let him, likely has some childhood scars from this because nothing was un-pattable to him. He’s a lot more careful and smart about it nowadays, but he would still pet a moose if given the safe chance. For the experience.

Had very little reactions to death in general growing up, since he was forced to repress his mourning for his parents he ended up being a bit apathetic about it to cope. So, as much as she loved animals and would never hurt one; he loved dead animals just as much. Ended up seeing beauty in death. 

...DEFINITELY LIKES TAXIDERMY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. Took a few taxidermy classes, everything he stuffed was too mortifyingly bad to keep, except for a coiled snake he has kept throughout the years.

Probably went to a few funerals of his sister’s friends/coworkers and...enjoyed them, he was basically the only one not crying, just smiling behind his mask. As he got older he would hang around graveyards alone and write his thoughts, about whatever, in a little notepad--he liked watching stranger’s funerals from afar, too. He especially loves the feeling of graveyards at nighttime, it brings him comfort, making him feel close to the dead.

He’s, ykno, an atheist, but I think after extensively studying different religions and beliefs he has a fondness for them all, being a BIT spiritual himself and taking bits and pieces of religious beliefs in a different light for himself. Such as customs on eating, views on life/death, karma, etc. He’s not theistic by any means, but he likes the structure and meaning that psuedo-faith gives him.

His favorite color fluctuates between gold and red. :)) He likes the rich background of royalty in both of the colors; the irreplaceable shininess of gold and the gorey hue of red.

HE! LOVES! HIKING!!!!!! Whoever he’s travelling with is forced to hike the nearest large hill or small mountain with him wherever they are, this man is so lanky and beyond skinny but he loves to climb, his calves are SO TONED it’s UNREAL.

When they reach the top of the mountain, he refuses to take any photos, he loves to live as much in the moment as possible and has a near picture-perfect memory, he may lightly sketch out in a notepad whatever he sees when they reach their destination--but he doesn’t like digital pictures and would prefer his hiking buddy refrain from taking any as well.

Has too much of an attachment to the natural human body to get any tattoos, (still thinks they’re beautiful on other humans, self-expression is human nature afterall) but I do think he’d be a huge fan of piercings for himself--not that he’d even keep them in all the time, but he at least loves the process of it and needles in general.

Likes “feminine” things a lot due to being raised by his sister, and once he finally gets help regarding his trauma, I think he’d be determined to reclaim his makeup and skirts as a part of his own identity; stubbornly refusing to let the memory of his sister taint what he enjoyed so much. Maybe a little bit of non-binary Kiyo propaganda happening here. Who knows! runs away at mach speed

#korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #not art #ask #anon #can you tell i never went to school #i am looking up SO many school words #what fucking class did yall dissect frogs in? I CANT FIGURE IT OUT DID YALL JUST HAVE A FROG SUBJECT? HELLO?

[fuckit-hero-of-trains]

Sit by the fire until... Chapter 2

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25870150/chapters/81650737

Here’s the thing they don’t tell you when you get magically transformed into a bunny rabbit against your will by the corrupted darkness of the Sacred Realm: somethings, unfortunately, tend to stick.  

Now, Legend isn’t saying that he’s hiding a cotton tail under his tunic or that his soul secretly aches to frolic in meadows or spend his time sleeping in holes or whatever else it is that rabbits do when they're not busy being very confused and scared twelve year old Hylians.

No.

But that doesn't mean he was left unscathed by having his entire anatomy re-written in less than an instant.

Because of course he wouldn’t. Goddess forbid he ever catch a break for once in his life.

He was still pretty young when it happened, so Legend can’t remember if his teeth had been quite so bucked before the incident. Regardless if they were or not, they sure as Hylia are prominent now. Then there's also the fact that he never really grew into his ears, the damn things always just a shade longer than they should be for a regular Hylian.

Before he joined this wild cucco chase masquerading as an adventure, Legend would sometimes catch himself looking at Ravio wondering, Is that how I would have looked? Besides the hair and eyes, the merchant was supposed to be his mirror image after all. Zelda and Hilda were, so it stood to reason that he and Ravio should be the same.

In which case, the bucktooth thing was going to be a problem regardless.

The ears, on the other hand, are a completely different story. From the quick glances Legend has managed to steal of Ravio’s side profile, the merchant has relatively short ears himself, which just make the Veteran’s own look comically long when the two stand side by side.

And ugh, and that wasn't even touching on his… less physical changes.

 Namely, his cravings.

Noshing on some leafy greens while home alone doing some chores? A-Okay.

Getting caught by Warriors and Twilight absentmindedly chewing on the hay he was supposed to be feeding the horses? Ehhh, not so much.  

Goddesses, his ego still hasn’t recovered from the amount of jokes the Pretty Boy had made at his expense. And that’s not even mentioning the veritable mountain of carrots he found in his bedroll, no doubt courtesy of that flea bitten farmhand.

Regardless of the less than natural way he got these… attributes, Legend couldn’t say they were all bad. ‘Cuz sure, his ears were a bit longer than average, but he could also hear better than most of his companions, able to catch the sound of crunching leaves above even their loud bickering. Like wise, his eyes were sharper than others in the low light of dawn and dusk, allowing him to see things others would miss.

Frankly, both skills had helped keep him alive during his quests. He was thankful for them in a weird huh, guess that works kinda way, but thankful all the same.

But sometimes Legend wanted to wring the goddesses necks because really? Being turned into a rabbit couldn’t have fixed this particular problem?

This particular problem being his absolutely horrible pollen allergies.

“ A-A-A!”

Each rapid, involuntary inhale feels like a simultaneous punch to the gut and a gasp for breath, the air yanked into his body and then stoppered up. It leaves the veteran in a state of limbo as a paralyzing calm falls over him; lungs full of air, shoulders hiked up, muscles tensed.

For a second, everything feels lodged in place, frozen, like the Champion had used his stasis rune on him.

And–

Legend clamps his mouth shut and tucks his face into his elbow just as tension snaps and–

“- acheew! ”

Nothing but a soft, cut off sneeze slips past his lips, yet, the force of holding it back  still sends Legend bowing over. He stays there, hunched over for a breath as his body recovers, before he straightens back up, sniffing irritably as he tries to ignore the itch prickling at his eyes and the congested pressure throbbing behind his sinuses.

A chortling huff sounds next to him and when Legend glances down he can see Wolfie– or should he say, Twilight– peering up at him, mouth open and tongue lolling in a doggy grin, but icy blue eyes too pointed, too teasing, to be anything but human.

Legend's nose twitches tellingly as it begins to tickle again and the wolf gives another stuttering huff. A laugh. Legend can practically hear Twilight’s twangy, Awww. You sneeze like a bunny.

The bastard.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, dog boy,” Legend grumbles, wiping harshly at his face in an attempt to stave off another sneezing fit. “Don't you have trees to piss on or something?”

That earns him peeled back lips and a growl, but Legend just sends the other a responding sneer as strides past the grumpy wolf and out into the rolling field of tulips that stands in front of them.

Another huff, this one more annoyed than amused, sounds behind the veteran before the wolf streaks past him, loping through the flowers with his nose down and tail high.

Legend rolls his eyes.

Twilight loves to show his teeth, but the farmhand is quite literally all bark and no bite.

And besides, they both have better things to do than needle one another. If Legend is going to be miserable, he may as well take steps to make that misery as short as possible.

Afterall, they aren't out here swanning through a meadow of flowers for pleasure.

The last Dark Portal they had all walked through had, once again, separated them. Legend and Twilight were lucky enough to find one another quickly, though, now that Legend thinks about it, it probably had less to do with luck and more to do with Twilight’s nose.

After regrouping, they had tried to search for the others more that day, but a storm had them holed up in a cave overnight to wait out the deluge. They had gotten up early to start their search again today, but so far they had no such luck in finding any of the others in the forest.

Which just left the inexplicable meadow of tulips surrounding the wood.

Legend had been hoping that the rain would keep some of the pollen at bay, but nooo that would be too merciful, wouldn’t it?

If anything, the rain just made this whole experience more aggravating. Now, along with stinging eyes, a running nose, and a throbbing head, Legend also had the delightful honor of feeling the tulip stalks and leaves and petals sliding wetly across his skin, the annoying slap of his tunic smacking his thighs as it got more sodden by the second, and the disgusting squish of water between his toes with every step he took through this Wind Fish damned field.

And sure, maybe it was worth it to reunite with the other heroes, but really, would it kill the goddesses to make his life just a little bit easier.

A bark pulls Legend from his miserable musings. Twilight's dark tail stands out among the ocean of pastel pinks and yellows and oranges, wagging frantically twenty meters away. It disappears after a second, replaced by a muzzle and expectant eyes.

Twilight barks at him again.

He must have found something.

Finally, Legend thinks as he begins to make his way over toward the other, hopefully a reason to get out of this floral hell hole.

“What is it, boy?” Legend asks, voice going high and mocking as he takes delicate care stepping on as many flowers as possible, “Little Time-y fall down the well again?”

Instead of a growl for his effort, Legend gets a flurry of black flecks falling upward, like pieces of reverse snow, in his peripheral vision.

“You know,” Twilight says as he straightens to his full height, eyes half-lidded. Unamused, “You’re really not as funny as you seem to think you are.”

And before Legend can interrupt that– No, actually, you just have a dog shit sense of humor. Literally– Twilight continues, “I can smell the smithy all over this thing.” He nods down at a small tree stump breaking through the tide of flowers. “The scent is a bit old, probably from sometime before last evening, but still traceable. I should be able to find him from here.”

Legend eyes the stump for a moment, peering into the cracked hole in the top of the wood. Inside, he can see the round, red caps of several toadstools sprouting.

He can also sense magic. Close to that of the fairies– natural and glittering and smelling of moss– but not quite the same.

The Smithy’s doing?

Or a natural occurrence?

Regardless…

“Welp,” Legend says, straightening up, “Let's go find him. Couldn’t have gotten far on those little legs of his.”

“Again,” Twilight huffs, the black fractals already consuming him once more as he transforms, “You’re not as funny as you think...”

His voice distorts and fades into nothing as the magic swallows him whole, leaving Legend once again having a conversation with a very unimpressed looking wolf.

“I like you better when you can’t talk,” Legend tells Twilight as the other sets off, snuffling at the ground.

The other pauses to give Legend a look that would be more at home on a disapproving mother’s face, before continuing his tracking.

He also whaps Legend in the leg with his tail.

Hard.

The prick.

They continue on their trek together like that for a while, Twilight occasionally pausing to shove his nose into the dirt some more as he decides which direction to follow as Legend trails behind, keeping his eyes peeled for a quadripartite tunic and a head of straight, gold hair.

It isn't long before the farmhand turned canine breaks off into a light trot and then a jog, and then a full on sprint.

And stops just as suddenly.

Legend is out of breath by the time he slides to a stop behind the farmhand, but from a cursory glance around, there doesn’t seem to be a short, mouthy smithy anywhere in the vicinity.

“What happened?” Legend asks, still searching, turning circles as he cranes his neck, “Did you lose the trail?”

Twilight gives a light whine, grabbing Legend’s attention.

Then he does two full spins and sits primly, looking up at Legend.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Legend crinkles his nose at the canine. “Use your words.”

Wolfie rolls his eyes in a way that Legend didn’t think was possible for dogs and then stands.

The canine stares at him intently, as though making sure Legend’s eyes are locked with his own. And then he flicks his eyes over the yellow tulip he is sitting next to meaningfully. Then back to Legend. Back and forth back and forth, his eyes go for a full minute before he stops and stares at Legend once more.

Legend feels as his face wrinkles in confusion.

It's just a regular tulip, just like the thousands currently around them. Pretty enough, he supposes. The bulb seems to be a little wilted, like it's been weighed down by rain water perhaps, but other than that, nothing to sneeze at.

Or everything to sneeze at, if you’re Legend.

Legend gives the flower one more skeptical glance before turning to look at Twilight once more, brow raised.

“Pretty,” he assures the other. “Not sure how it helps us find Four.”

Twilight heaves another too human sigh.

And then he reaches up,  takes the sleeve of Legend’s tunic between his teeth, and yanks.

“Hey!” Legend yelps as he’s dragged down into the dirt, “Watch the teeth! The embroidery on this thing took forever to do and even longer to enchant!”

Twilight pays him no mind, pulling him down and forward, closer to his chosen tulip.

Legend tries his best to keep his face away from the damn thing.

“I swear on The Three, if your slobber stains–”

Legend’s words crumple up and die in his throat.

There’s something in the tulip.

At first glance, Legend would identify it as the Smithy's earring. The small feathered one that he takes special care of. The one that Four refuses to tell Legend the origin of, besides his cryptic, “From a friend.”

Legend would say that it was just the earring, but… but it isn’t.

Rather than being completely red with a white tip, Legend can see that this little feather is only mostly red. Right before the tip, a darker red plumage takes over, followed by purple and blue and green.

Also, rather than being attached to the small, golden chain and stud Four uses to fasten the jewelry to his earlobe, it’s attached to a body.

A very, very small body.

By now, Twilight has let go of his sleeve, but Legend both doesn’t notice and doesnt care, all of his attention fixed on the little creature before his eyes.

From what he can tell, the little creature is asleep, curled up in the bulb of the flower, his feather tail tucked up near his nose for warmth. Looking past the plumage, Legend can see that the little guy has a very rat-like face, complete with a small, twitching pink nose, long whiskers and–because the creature is shivering– long, chattering rodent incisors. Oval shaped ears stick out from the creature's head, a mix between mouse-like and Hylian.

And framing those ears is shoulder length, soaking wet blonde hair.

Blonde hair held out of the little guy's face by a green headband.

And…

And he’s wearing the smithy’s tunic?

“... Four?” Legend whispers in amazement.

And just saying the other’s name out loud is like a spell because suddenly Legend can see all signs. The little guy has Four’s bag over his shoulder and the Four Sword at his hip. That same magic that was by the stump– the not-fairy, fairy magic– completely surrounds him, dusting him in the same way he is currently dusted in yellow pollen.

“Is that you, Smithy?” Legend asks a little louder.

But rather than startle awake, the small creature– Four, Legend reminds himself– simply hunkers down more fully into the flower, curling up more fully as his shivers increase.

“He must have transformed in order to speak with the Minish around here.”

Twilight’s voice, even though it is a whisper, gives Legend a start. He hadn’t realized the other had transformed, nor had he seen the farmhand crouch down by his side.

The other isn’t looking at him as he speaks, cool blue eyes instead locked on the fitfully sleeping smithy, face concerned.

“He once told me that the Minish are insatiable gossips. He must have transformed to try and find us.”

The concern on the farhand’s face darkens the longer he stares.

“He must have been caught out in the storm,” Twilight says grimly.

Legend tries to imagine what that would be like. To be the size of a mouse and out in a storm. Tries to imagine what it would feel like for gale force winds to pull at drag at him, crushing him into the dirt one moment and yanking off his feet the next. Tries to imagine dodging back and forth between tulips, avoiding the head sized, stone cold rain drops pelting down from the sky

It's not a pretty pictograph, he’ll admit.

And ugh, Legend really isn't a fan of what it's making him consider.

He spares another glance at Four.

And fuck, the little guy shivers and shivers and shivers until the fower he is sleeping in is shaking with it.

And then, he sneezes, the sound coming out tiny and squeaky and weak.

Son of a bitch.

With a sigh that is as weary and reluctant and annoyed as he can possibly force it to be even though the vetran is feeling none of those things, Legend takes hold of the flower near its stem. As gently as possible, he digs his nails into the soft green there, cutting the flower from the ground while keeping it intact.

He hands it to Twilight, who takes it from him with gentle, if slightly confused hands.

With one hand, Legend flips open his shoulder bag. With the other, he rips his hat from his head with a motion probably a tad more violent than is really called for. He arranges the hat inside the bag, making sure to cover his items with the soft fabric while also shaping a soft bed.

Without looking up from his work, Legend extends a hand out to Twilight.

Makes a grabbing motion when what he wants isn't immediately in his hand.

After a second, Twilight slowly places the stem of the flower back in Legend’s hand and the Veteran gently lowers it in the small nest he had created, making sure the bulb sits in a place both shielded from the sun and extra comfortable thanks to the extra fabric padding beneath it.

In one smooth motion, Legend takes a hold of the strap of his bag, pulls it carefully off of his shoulder, and places it on the other side of Twilight’s neck.

And then, he reaches down and touches the dark stone hanging from the necklace around the farmhand’s throat, letting the darkness flock around and consume him.  

When Legend blinks open his eyes, Twilight is looking down at him smugly.

He is looking down farther than usual.

Also looking smugger than usual.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, shaking out his fur before hopping on all fours to get closer to the bag.

“I didn’t say anything,” Twilight replies, not bothing to wipe the smug look off his stupid face even as he lowers the bag to the ground for easier access.

“Yeah you did,” Legend hisses quietly as he clambers carefully into the satchel, settling down the nest of leather and items and hat.

He pulls the flower closer to his side where it is warm.

Inside, he can feel as Four’s shivers begin to lessen.

"Cute," Twilight laughs from above them.

"Fuck you," Legend whisper spits, though he makes no move to push Four's flower away. If anything, he pulls it closer when he hears the smaller hero start to make small, chittering snores, surprised the smithy could sleep through such a racket.

Twilight, thankfully, doesn't comment, instead pulling the top of the bag loosely closed to give them some shade. Then, Legend feels as he gently lifts the satchel back up, slings it slowly over his shoulder as to not disturb the contents inside, and begins walking, hopefully back in the direction of the forest.

Legend can still hear the farmhand laughing to himself from within the bag, but without the others' eyes on him, he finds he doesn't care.

The pollen still itches at his eyes and nose and Legend can still feel the pound of his sinuses even now.  But something about the shade and warmth and soft rocking of the bag makes it hard for him to mind.

Four gives a harty twitch, kicking a petal directly into Legend’s face.

And even that doesn't dissuade the veteran from his task.

Instead, Legend sighs and pulls Four even closer, relaxing despite the discomfort.

He’s got dirt on both Twilight and now Four, the two heroes with sticks most firmly inserted into their asses. He can get out of whatever chores and lectures they try to pin him with.

Yep, he thinks , distantly. That's why he did this.

For the blackmail.

And no other reason.

#yes this is the live write that started the whole sneet thing #I write fluff and thats the thanks I get for it /j #lu legend #lu twilight #lu four #reluctantly soft legend is such a mood #I adore it #also #the image of minish four curled up asleep in a tulip made me go feral #so I had to share it with others #train writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse

[alia-turin-fanfiction]

Graveyard

I wrote that for the amazing @ciredin I  posted it yesterday on AO3 so she can enjoy it before everyone else but now is the time to get it out there. 

Writing has been a bit hard recently for reasons, but I think I am getting there again. 

TW for conception, infertility and related topics. 

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, infertility mention, death

Pairing: Eredin/Ciri

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Climbing the rocky cliff was something he preferred to avoid, but he found something rehabilitating about the experience. Eredin had to leave his horse about a mile down and hike the rest of that cursed mountain. No wonder Caranthir enjoyed this place more than Tir na Lia, no one could reach this hell tower for most of the year and the few months one could get to it the normal way, it required miles of hiking through mud, rock and weeds.

When he finally made it to the top he was out of breath and asking why he had not done the wiser thing and summoned the Navigator in Tir na Lia instead of climbing. No, he needed the time, he needed to be away from the palace for a moment. He should feel happy, or at least satisfied. He had everything he ever wanted. The crown, the Elder Blood in his possession, the faith of his people in his hands and it wasn’t even there for the grabbing, he had already grabbed it. But it was all fake. It was all a dream he could never achieve. Not the way he was.

Eredin finally reached the tall ugly tower. Grotesque structure raised on the peak of the mountain, built of stone and more stone, nothing warm and welcoming. When he turned around he could see Tir na Lia and miles of land around the town. That was why this tower had been built here. In the past guards would spend a year here observing the city and notifying if there was danger. There was no such need now and the place would have been ruined if it wasn’t for Caranthir’s obsession to make this place his home. Eredin walked in, the door was unlocked, the first floor was empty and dark. Not even a single candle. Fitting. He took the stairs and climbed up, his heart feeling tighter in his chest knowing that he had to ask for help. Dispising the idea that he will have to admit defeat even if it was to someone he would consider a friend.

He finally reached the next floor, the room was well lit with candles even if very little natural light was coming in. This place looked more like one of Avallac’h’s labs. Bookshelves, tables, desk in the middle, cupboards filled with potions and powders. Caranthir was sitting behind the desk, a pile of books in front of him, more books half open spread over the hardwood. At first Eredin thought the Navigator did not see him, he was focused on what he was reading, his hair tied back, something he had not seen very often.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Caranthir left the book on top of the other books and pinned his dead eyes on him. Eredin sometimes wondered what sort of death magic Avallac’h had used to create the man.

“That’s not how you greet your king.” Eredin mocked but gave the man a challenging smile.

Caranthir raised an eyebrow, making the scars on his face twist and pull on his skin. The Navigator got up, slowly, pushing the chair behind and then bowed in theatrical manner.

“How can I help his majesty?” Caranthir asked, placing his hands on the desk.

“Are you alone?” Eredin asked as he walked closer to the desk. He was curious about what the Navigator was reading. The other man shook his head for ‘no’. That made it even harder. Eredin looked back to ensure they were alone in the room at least and they were. His attention returned back to the books and he started reading the titles. Anatomy, reproduction, alchemy...did he know?

“Eredin, you hate this place and on top of all you walked here. Walked. What do you need?”

“My horse is a few miles down.” Eredin responded not really wanting to approach the topic. He wasn’t a coward. He wasn’t shy either, but there were things he did noy want to admit. He did not like being defeated, but he had lost battles. That was a battle he had lost years ago and he was continuing to lose on daily basis. It was hard for him to admit he was helpless. Because that is what he was. Helpless. Unable. His throat tightened thinking of that. Took him years to face the truth and he had never voiced it out to anyone. “Avallac’h….he had mentioned in the past that there is a way to reverse some of the side effects we experience from the portals.” He couldn’t believe how weak he felt right now. Admitting his own fault, an imperfection that almost everyone suffered from, but he could not have it. He was the best in everything he ever started, why was that not the case?

“Side effects?” Caranthir laughed. “Which side effects would that be? The possibility of failing going through a portal ending in a very painful death? The damage it does to the nerve system if not done with restrain and only limited times? The pain that could come if precocious are not taken? Inability to reproduce?”

“You have been researching it.” Eredin pointed at the books on the desk. Caranthir’s smile died and his face suddenly turned ice. It was the king’s turn to smile, but it was not out of mockery this time. Sooner or later they all became obsessed with it. Their race was dying and young men rarely cared about that. Traveling, fighting, trying new things...all that was more interesting than the responsibilities to the greater good. One day a moment came when they all realized that even if they lived for hundreds of years they were still mortal. Once their body turned into ash, there would be nothing and if they did nothing, soon the Aen Elle won’t even be a myth. Eredin had reached that point years ago, before Caranthir had even been born, it seemed like the young Navigator had found the point as well. He did wonder however, was that for himself or just general curiosity. “How do I fix it?”

“You can’t.” Caranthir said after the two of them had been standing in silence. “What is damaged cannot be restored.” Eredin could feel grinding his teeth at the response. He had everything and it all will be ruined because it was him. “Avallac’h believed that the careful collection of genes, magic and potions will increase the likelihood...and he is not wrong. I cannot change your genes nor change the fact you have been going through portals for years now.”

“So you're telling me that you are not as powerful as Avallac’h?” Eredin could feel anger boiling in him, not at Caranthir, at his own inability, but that anger lashed at the Navigator.

“Mock all you want.” Caranthir spoke through his teeth, the muscle on his jaw pulsing in frustration. “You can drink every potion, use every spell and rune known to us, even with your human your chances are still slim or it is dangerous. She has all the power, her blood is the key, but you are capable of ruining it” his hands had turned into fists on the desk.

“How dangerous?”

“Deadly.” Caranthir did even blink when he said that.

Eredin thought for a second. He did not want to die. He was not afraid of death but that did not mean he was welcoming it. He had achieved everything in life but one thing. If his death would get him that one final thing, it would guarantee the safety of his people...well that was a small price to pay. Maybe they will even build him a nice monument somewhere.

“Tell me about it.” eventually he said.

“It is a potion. Old magic, very dark, to my knowledge no one has used it in centuries. It will reduce your weakness, but it will use her strength, if she carries the child to full term, and that is a big if, she might die.” Caranthir’s face was grim and serious.

“Avallac’h has never mentioned that.” Eredin has spoken with the Sage at length about the subject. He had theorized on different things and different remedies that could help, but he had never mentioned anything that could be deadly.

“Do you think Avallac’h would even touch something that could kill his precious past?” Caranthir turned around and walked to one of the cupboards. “If that kills her, it kills the elder blood. Why don’t you just ask someone else to do the task?”

Why indeed? It wasn’t jealousy although there was some of that. What was his could not belong to anyone else, but there was also the need for him to be the one. To continue to be the best, the one who saved them from their burdens. He was the king and it was his job. Was her life worth his vanity? No, that was not about him, that was about all of them.

“You need that.” Caranthir passed him a small vial filled with strange brownish liquid inside. Eredin opened the vial and sniffed it, it smelled exactly like a corpse. “Imlerith in his madness is right about one thing. Only death can bring life.”

Eredin had been very quiet as they walked through the hallways and gardens. Ciri was grateful for the opportunity to be out of her room, the only place she was allowed recently and Eredin being the only person she had seen besides the servants.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they crossed another section of the garden, but Eredin again never responded. They continued walking through the trees and flowers until they reached an entrance for a strange building. She had seen places like that, back in her world, old elven graveyards.

Eredin walked inside, turning his head just a bit to make sure she was following or maybe to observe her reaction but then he walked in.

They continued through long hallways, white marble covering the walls, faint lights placed every few meters, the place was dreamlike and somewhat scary at the same time.

“What is this place?” she asked looking at the man’s back but he did not respond, didn’t even turn back to look at her.

The past few days have been...strange. She has been locked in a room, he had visited her almost every night, asking her to fulfil her promise to him, to the Aen Elle, which she had tried to do, but months had passed now to no result. He never showed it but she knew he was getting inpatient. Worse, she was getting inpatient and wondering what was even the point of all that maybe she should just leave and let them deal with their own issues.

She could not. Did not want to.

Eredin led her into a larger chamber, more candles decorating the walls but somehow all the light was getting duller somehow as if something was sucking the brightness and the flames were just yellow spots. The chamber was impressive, marble outlined with gold, tall statues around the walls, each one of them standing on top of rectangular blocks. No, those were not blocks, those were marble sarcofagos. She looked at the statue closest to her, a man, standing, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, the blade running down between his legs. If it wasn’t for the white color of the marble she might even think him alive. His face expression was serious,his short hair looked almost real in the dim light. Ciri’s eyes moved to the statue next to him, it was a different man, different pose, different weapons…

“Who are they?” she finally asked. They all could be gods if she was to bet money on it.

“Red Riders.” Eredin finally spoke to her. “Long gone.” He placed a hand on one of the statues near him. The marble figure was holding a knife in one hand and a horse bridle in the other. “Come.”

He walked away from the statue to another chamber, Ciri had not noticed that other space until now. Looking around there were more doors and leading to probably other chambers or hallways...this place seemed massive.

Eredin walked in the room, his room, his burial space. He had asked years ago for that to be built for him a place where he can rest with his dead men and other failures. He loved and hated coming here. It was the one place he could find peace and the one place where he enjoyed being haunted by his ghosts. All of them had died to get him where he was today, he could not fail. Not after he had seen so many of his friends die. It was their destiny to do so, but that destiny would not be in vain.

Ciri was following him, concern and curiosity covering her face. Eredin could not stop thinking about his conversation with Caranthir. It wasn’t like him, but what if someone else was in his place. Avallac’h for example. To his knowledge he would not have the issues Eredin was having. Was it all a mistake? Taking the crown for himself, a moment of vanity and selfishness where he knew he can’t be what the Aen Elle needed? They never had a king who was not heir to the Elder Blood. Eredin was better than everyone but even he was weak to its power.

“What is this place?” Ciri asked again, running her hand over the marble platform in the center.

“This is where my body will be placed when I die.” he responded very matter of factly. It wasn’t really a topic that bothered him. They all died one day, sooner or later. She gave him a concerned look. Yes, humans lived shorter lives and they didn’t like thinking of death as it was always so close and she was young, even for a human. Death was not something she thought of, that much he knew as he had been young once.

She started walking around the room, Eredin following every small move she made, studying her posture and expressions. She touched the wall running her fingers over the marble, he could almost imagine the softness of her hands. Ciri reached the corner and stopped in front of another wall. This one was covered with drawers buried in the stone, each drawer with a golden handle. She reached for one of the handles but he stopped her.

“I wouldn’t pull that if I were you.” his voice was serious and demanding and he could see Ciri’s distress as he said that. “Nothing but death there.” More like nothing but his failure, but he was not going to admit that out loud. “Come here.” he sat on the marble platform where one day his coffin will be placed in stone. As she reached him, her eyes could meet his. So strange, for once he was not taller than her even if he was sitting. “Do you want to leave?”

“This place is creepy.” she said hesitantly. “Majestic, but...scary.” she added quickly as if afraid she would offend him. It was a graveyard, it was supposed to be creepy.

“I don’t mean this place.” Eredin gave her a mocking smile. “I mean this world.”

“We have a deal.” she responded after a very long pause. “Does that mean...you no longer need me.”

That was a strange way to put it and even made him feel uncomfortable. He had developed a habit around her presence and around the way they interacted. He also had hope. She was more human than anything else, despite the blood that was in her veins. Three months since Auberon parted with his life. Three months in which he was unable to bring to the Aen Elle what he had to making him as useful as the king he had replaced . Someone else in his situation would blame it on her. Younger him had blamed it on past partners and his anger had been well known. Not anymore. He knew it wasn’t her.

Eredin placed his hands on her waist and turned her around, her eyes looking at the wall covered with strange drawers.

“Kneel.” he commanded and she obeyed. Funny how she learned to do that, not object to his voice and his commands. He pulled her closer, her back pressing against the stone under him, her shoulder blades between his legs. “If what I want from you is not possible. If you cannot have the child we all want, do you want to go back to your world?” The prophecy spoke of a child of the elder blood, but it never mentioned him...or anyone else for that matter. The fact that he wanted to be the one did not mean Destiny had that in mind for him.

Ciri was not sure what to anwer. Yes and no. The thought of what he wanted from her terrified her. It terrified her with Auberon, but was almost as scary with Eredin, but they had a deal and she had decided to keep her end.

“If it’s not possible you are doomed.” she answered. That was what they all said, that was what Avallac’h was saying all that time. They can’t make it without her, without her blood and power.

“Those are my past attempts.” he pointed at the wall in front of her. “Some never came to be larger than a bean, some were born just to die within weeks. Our blood is getting weaker.”

It took her a moment to understand what he meant or what he was even saying. He told her there is nothing but death there. Were those...children? His children. He has been trying for years judging by the number of drawers.

“How many…”

“I have lost count.” his response did not take even a second. “Our race is doomed in more than one way. We have lost the Elder Blood, and that is killing us. Stopping us to be who we are. But we don't breed as fast as we should. Without the Elder Blood using the portals, such as it is, is dangerous. It damages the nerve system, your ability to continue the line.” he was greedy. He took the crown fully aware of all that. Knowing that it has been years since he has seen even half a living child produced by him. Sooner or later everyone got obsessed with this problem but no one could find a solution. Even Avallac’h in his greatness...how many attempts did he make on Caranthir, how many lives had been sacrificed for one perfect experiment. No more than Eredin had sacrificed for his own needs.

“But I have seen children...elven children.” Ciri turned toward him, her eyes sad and even sympathizing.

Eredin found that disturbing. He did not bring her here for her pity. He brought her here to understand not to sympathize with him. His pain turned into anger, maybe Caranthir’s method was what he needed, as dangerous as it was. Once he had what he needed she was useless to him.

“For some. We Red Riders have our own problems that lead to that.” he pointed at the graveyard on the wall. It had been years when he finally realized the toll he and his men had to pay. “You need to understand that we have tried everything. Avallac’h with his obsession with bloodlines and families, Imlerith with his blood rituals...even Caranthir using every spell and potion known to us. It all fails. You are the one thing I have not tried.” That was a lie. He had been trying for months now and the result was all the same. Either he was damaged beyond repair or Avallac’h with his stupid prophecies and calculations was terribly wrong. “Come.”

He got up and pulled her after himself. He laid down on the cold stone, the same place where his dead body will lie one day. Ciri followed, climbing on top of him, her legs on either side of his body.

Eredin hesitated. His hand was in his pocket, feeling the vial Caranthir had given him. He could use it. If the navigator was to be believed, that could be the answer, but at what price? Was it worth sacrificing the one key they had to the greatness of their race, so he could have what he wanted and needed? Caranthir had warned him that it all could end the same way regardless. Was it worth losing everything so maybe a second of hope?

Eredin squeezed the vial as hard as he could, crushing the tender glass under his fingers. He felt the liquid running over his skin and leaving wet spots on his clothes, pieces of glass pierced his flesh. He took his hand out of his pocket, blood was running down to his wrist. Ciri saw that, but she did not say anything, her eyes were however filled with surprise.

“Come.” Eredin repeated, moving his hips towards her to show her what he needed. Tonight he was going to let her lead their little dance. He placed his injured hand on her throat, smearing the blood over her tender skin. “Show me what it is to be alive.”

#eredin breacc glas #ciri #the witcher #my writing

[sif-the-tsunami]

Principal’s Pet

This is part of the Cavill School Writing Challenge. Thank you for @killjoy-assbutt-1112 for creating this idea and @oh-for-fic-sake for making the challenge. I would love feedback from anyone who will be kind enough to give it.

Warnings: Porn without plot. Smutty bondagey goodness. BDSM, Impact play, humiliation, degradation, language, Male Dom, Fem Sub, lactation, breeding, unprotected sex, exhibitionism. If I’m missing anything, let me know.  There is barely any backstory, I just love little scenarios like this. If you are not into impact play, this might not be your flavor. However, please don’t yuck my yum.

Pairing: Principal Cavill x Anita (ofc)

Word count: 2K

A mother’s lust

Smut below the cut!

Principal Cavill sat in his office, typing away at the report he was going to be submitting to the school board the next morning. The soft motorized sucking noise, a faint gasp and sultry moan filled the silence he left while pondering what to include next. His mechanical keyboard clacking rhythmically, he looked up from the screen and gazed at the woman tied to the chair next to his desk. She was one of the young, unwed mothers that had come to the Cavill Reform and Vocational School for Young Women seeking job skills from one of the programs they offered. The school had a private dormitory and child care for these women coming into the school for training. Some of the girls were there because other private schools would no longer take them, others were there because the school boasted a high success rate of getting the women hired after completion. Either way, over the years, it had developed a nickname. The girls enrolled referred to it as The Cavill School for Wayward Strumpets.

The strumpet currently soaking her panties on the wooden chair in his office was being punished for sneaking out after curfew. She evidently wanted to see her baby’s father. A few days ago, she had been in his office with her fussy baby, talking to him about how she didn’t know what she was going to do, but she appreciated the life skills she had been learning. She looked exhausted that afternoon. The principal asked her to hand the baby over to him. He gently rocked back and forth with the tiny infant in his arms. The little one let out a wail and then fell asleep.

“See, Anita, sometimes you just need to relax and the things you want will happen.” He said calmly. He looked at her big green eyes. Just below her eyes, he noticed the dampness growing across her breasts. The baby’s cries must have triggered her let down. He tried to keep his face neutral, but when she noticed, her face flushed deeply and he saw the humiliation written across her face. Between the breast milk, and that lovely blush that graced her face, he could feel himself stirring. She babbled an apology and covered herself. He offered her his dark blue sweater so she could go back to her dorm and change.  The sweater was so huge on her that it made him chuckle to himself. He handed the sleeping baby back to Anita and she shuffled off.

This morning, she was tied to the chair, school uniform skirt hiked up so he could see her little pink panties, her blouse was unbuttoned down to her waist, full tits pulled out over her bra cups with a fancy breast pump attached to her nipples. The pump had been draining her for the past twenty minutes and the milk pouches were almost completely full. Her pouty lips were held apart by a gag causing her to drool down her neck and chest. What the woman didn’t know was that the gag in her mouth was shaped after the head of Principal Cavill’s cock. He had shoved it her mouth after she wouldn’t stop backtalking to him in protest.

Anita let out a pained whimper. He said in a sweet tone “Oh dear, I should take those off of you, shouldn’t I. Your poor sensitive nipples.”

He removed the pumps from her chest. Eyeing the droplets left clinging on to her puffy, aching nipples, the Principal leaned forward and licked the liquid gold. The softness of his tongue after the harshness of the pump made her inhale sharply then moan. He fixed the pouches of milk and placed them in the little refrigerator in his office. He came back and started massaging her large breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut and she pushed her chest towards his hands. “You are a very good mummy, you know that right? You are doing the right thing for you and your little angel by being here. I see a lot of potential in you Anita, however, you still need to be punished.”

He took off his silk tie first, then his supple leather belt. He untied the young woman from the chair, and leaned her over his desk. She didn’t fight him at all. He used his silk tie to bind her arms behind her back. Stand behind her, he used one of his feet to spread her legs apart. He could see the pooling arousal in those light pink panties. “Little girl, you have earned fifteen lashes on this beautiful ass of yours. If you are a good girl and take this with some dignity, I’ll be sure to put in a good word with Mr Solo, and make sure he sends you something special for dinner. Alright?”

The bound woman nods her head. With his thick thumbs, he pulls the pink panties down by her knees. The first lash leaves a red welt across her perfect posterior. She yelps and flinches slightly. The second lash hits above the last, the next several hit different parts of her rump. By the ninth lash, he noticed that she was moaning more than yelping, raising her ass a little to meet the belt. Her sex glistened with her arousal. He paced out the last six as evenly as he could. Even with the special consideration he took with her backside, her skin was red and angry. He leaned forward to pull her panties back up for her when she arched her back and presented herself more to him. His office smelled like her gorgeous sex, and he wanted to bury himself in her rose colored core. He kissed one of the red welts gently. “You liked this, didn’t you? My little pain slut.”

Her eyes were dreamy as she nodded at him. He ran his hand up her thigh, stopping at the beautiful flower, begging to be watered. She pressed herself into his thumb that brushed against her sex. “You like feeling humiliated like this don’t you? Someone could just walk through that door and see what a slut you are for me. But I bet you want that, don’t you?”

Between the questions, he planted kisses on different welts, on the last one he bit down. The noise that came from around the gag in her mouth was primal and made his cock throb. He then had an idea, he wanted to test the limits of this little masochist in his grasp. He undid his tie on her wrists and then in a quick movement, he rolled her onto her back, and pushed her so her bottom and feet were on his desk. He took the straps from the chair and tied her wrists to the same side’s ankle leaving her pussy open and on display for him. He walked around to her head for a moment, taking in the beautiful tableau before him. Her breast still bare for him, nipples puffy and erect. He leaned down and whispered in her ear “I want to try something with you,” His voice was thick with desire. “None of my other students have seemed to enjoy their punishment as much as you have. I think we might both like this, but I need to know you trust me.”

Anita nodded her head, smirking behind the gag in her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her around the apparatus in her mouth. He trailed his mouth down her exposed skin, flicking his tongue on her sore nipples and he continued to her waiting center.

He fixed his belt in hand, and brought down the first stroke on her core. The young woman screamed behind the gag, she shuttered but left her legs open. He ran his hand up her thigh, “Do you want me to stop?”

She lifted her head off the table, eyebrows knitted together and violently shook her head no. “You want me to keep going?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

He brought the belt down again. Again she shuttered and cried out. A third stroke had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. A forth one had her back arching and legs trembling. A last well placed smack landed dead center and she was so close to heaven.

He watched as she trembled and writhed on his desk. He leaned his head down between her thighs and kissed the bruised flower. She gasped and her hands searched for his as he pulled to to the edge of the desk and buried his face in her lust. On his knees he ravished her sacred garden. Kissing, nibbling, sucking on her most delicate anatomy, he brought her to the edge of immense pleasure and watched as she rode the wave as it crashed around her. He wiped his face off on her thigh, leaving a lingering kiss near her knee. “I want to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, Anita. I want to fuck you like that weak little boy who knocked you up and left you to fend for yourself never could. I want to show you want a man can do for you, will you have me?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Anita again nodded enthusiastically. With that he unleashed himself from the pants he was wearing. He ripped his shirt off and his clothes fell down to the floor with a light plop. The principal rubbed himself against her opening, getting himself slick with her pleasure. In a slow, smooth movement, he entered her. Her back arched again and a sexy, deep moan of pleasure came out. He began to pound himself her red and raw flesh.

“You like this, don’t you? My little pain slut. You are so fucking sexy. You like being used, your cunt is so tight on my cock.” The principal rasped as laid claim to the woman’s body. He started rubbing her clit with his large thumb, “Do you got another one in you, baby? Think you can cum on my cock?”

Before Anita could answer, the office door swung open. Mr Walker entered the room, “Hank, you wanted to see me?”

He stopped dead in his tracks seeing the young woman being impaled on the desk with Principal Cavill thrusting into her. The interruption was just what she needed to make her see stars again. Her eye’s rolled back in her head as she screamed again behind the gag in her mouth. “Now’s not a good time, Walker. Oh, you fucking slut, cum on my dick.”

Walker chuckled to himself and left the room exclaiming, “I fucking love this job.”

The principal’s eyes never left his captive, feeling her body convulse on him, made him join her in absolute pleasure. He emptied himself into her willing body.

He rubbed the inner part of her thigh as she twitched and moaned for him. She was wrecked. He watched as the cum pooled on his desk after he had removed himself from her. He took the silk tie and cleaned himself off with it, then proceeded to untie his victim. Kissing her one more time around the gag, he unleashed her. He pointed at the mess they had made with a quite, “Do you mind cleaning that up?”

Without a word, she got up off the desk, walked over to the edge then seductively bent over and licked up every drop that had spilled from her. She moaned like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. She was going to make an excellent plaything for her remaining time at the school. 

Reaching into his desk, he pulled out the balm he used when he got too heavy handed for some of the girls. He then ever so gently rubbed the salve on her welted bottom and sex. He might be strict, but never cruel. He paid special attention to her little bruised flower. She sucked in air and ground herself against his hand. Without being asked she moved her hands behind her back, allowing him to look at her body unobstructed.

“As long as you are here, as long as you are mine, this little honey pot belongs to me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Principal Cavill.”

“You are no longer allowed to cum without my permission. You will not fuck without my permission. You will open yourself to whoever I tell you to. You will be one of my prized bitches, and I will breed you however and to whoever I see fit. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Principal Cavill.” She bit her lip, and he felt her body get warm on his fingers. He pulled his hand out from her cum dripping core and he put them in front of her face. Her green eyes never left his blues as she sucked their fluids off of his thick digits.

“Someone tried training you before, didn’t they?” He asked, she nodded as she kept sucking. It wasn’t until his fingers were cleaned that he allowed her to redress. He looked at her lovely neck and thought how much better it would look with collar on. He wondered about the depths of her depravity and how hard she would work for his pleasure. He almost wished he could let her lay on the dog bed he kept under his desk for Kal, so she could tenderly kiss and and stroke  his cock when he wanted.

Principal Cavill instructed young Anita that when she got to her room, she would need to take a bath. And that tomorrow she would be expected to visit him again in the morning so he could make sure to tend to her welts. He handed her the milk she pumped earlier and left her with some final instructions.

“Oh, And I will have Mr Solo to send you up some vanilla ice cream tonight. I expect you to be able to hand express yourself tomorrow into my morning cup of coffee. Maybe if you are a good girl tonight and don’t sneak out again, I’ll let you sit on my cock while you do it. If yo are really good girl, I might even let you cum. However, if you are a bad girl, I’ll make Mr Walker watch as I thrash your bottom again while you are bent over my desk and you will have to tell him what a pain slut you are. Understood?”

Anita smirked mischievously. “Yes, Principal Cavill. Thank you, Principal Cavill.”

#Cavill school writing challenge #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #rpf #henry cavill rpf #fanfiction #smut #male!dom #fem!sub

[petitelepus]

Hello lovely! Could I get a dead by daylight matchup? Could you match me with a killer please, thank you 🥺

I’m non-binary with they/them pronouns <3 I’m pansexual with a preference for males 👉👈

Appearance: I’m 5’6, slightly fluffy right now, but overall strong. I have icy blue eyes, short fluffy hair (originally my hair is dirty blonde/ ginger, but I dye it crazy colours constantly) right now its white & brown. My hairstyle looks very much like Quentin Smith’s. I’m extremely pale, I practically glow in the sunlight. I have a birthmark in the middle of my cheek, and smile lines. My lips are naturally very full and rosy, but my smile is odd and literally goes “w” 😭 I have birthmarks all over actually nvhchfb shh-

Fashion: I wear darker clothes, mostly with a red and black aesthetic. My usual shoes are my black, lace-up doc martens, accompanied with black high waisted jeans and a t-shirt with a design on it or a button-up shirt. I’ll change my style depending on my mood really. My other favourite outfit is of course my boots and jeans then a fluffy lighter coloured sweater like pastel yellow or periwinkle. I’ll wear outfits inspired by characters occasionally!

Hobbies: I enjoy skateboarding, hikes, swimming, reading, listening to music, singing (I’ve been told I’m good at it?), writing, cooking, watching horror movies, videogaming, and doing photography! I spend most of my time with my pets! A dog, cat, and two lizards :D

I’ll sometimes write notes on human anatomy/psychology since I’m a forensics student and its my main interest :)

Personality: I’m naturally very quiet and tend to be shy around strangers. I’m a very caring person, if I see someone get hurt my first instinct will be to see if they’re ok. I’m also very loyal, I’ll be there for my friends and people I love no matter what. I’m very creative, I occupy myself with artistic hobbies and problems are usually easy for me to work through because of it. I can empathise with people quite easily, thats how I make friends very quick! I’m very observant, I find it simple to figure out people’s personalities quickly. Finding someone’s true intentions is never an issue. I’m very polite, even if I don’t find someone particularly pleasing, I won’t be rude to them. Don’t let my outside personality fool you.. I’m quite silly and love to joke around and tease friends! I “revert to being a five year old” once in a while and will get very loud, puppy-like energy. (Sometimes I’ll grab onto my friend’s arms and hide behind them when i’m like this lol). I’ll blabber on for hours about random things and get distracted by a dog or other animal and then have to talk about that hfhfhfb. I’m generally just friendly and will make friends easily.. I’m the one to make friends with the kid who no one talks to 👉👈

The downfalls to my personality? I have horrible social anxiety and have panic attacks around large crowds. Sometimes if I feel like i’m annoying or a bother I become very distant/quiet. I’m very clingy and get distressed if my friends seemingly “ignore me”. I’m super touch starved and will literally beg for hugs or attention from my friends. I can also get a bit temperamental if I get overworked or stressed. I try not to snap at people, and friends know to leave me alone for a bit. (Hugs or tea will fix this issue)

Likes: Animals, music, art, true crime, horror, psychological horror, books, Victorian era styling, Halloween, sweets, sweaters, cuddles!, affection, rain, fall, naps, warm tea, the outdoors, plushies, and wacky earrings.

Dislikes: Hot weather, rude people, being alone for long periods of time, being misunderstood, spicy things, and deep murky waters (other than a pool).

Weird facts: I can name any dog’s breed if you show me a picture :D! I speak Italian. Uhm I squeak when I’m excited lol. I am extremely flexible, and have accidentally scared people like that…

Thats all! Thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day! <3

I match you with Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey aka Legion!

Your attire caught Julie's and Susie's attention. You obviously had good taste, and they could tell by how you took care of your hair also. Not to mention, your smile was SO cute, but they couldn't just go and suggest to the guys that they should all secure you merely by your style.

Little did the girls know, the guys had taken notice of your interests. Not only are you cute when you act all shy, but Frank sees potential in you when you rush to save David from the hook and you manage to lift the huge man and patch his shoulder. Joey appreciates the loyalty you show.

You emphasize four of them. Frank how badly he was usually treated in foster homes. Joey came from a rich family but wanted to be a person of his own and not just the heir of a rich family. Julie wanted freedom and a bigger more meaningful life while Susie just wanted the gang to stick together and always be friends.

You see past their walls, lies, and sweet talk so it's hard for Frank to manipulate you, but the rest of the gang just suggests that they should all be honest with you. So when they approach you and ask if you would be interested to be with them, you blink before blushing and asking if you could learn to know them first. Which is totally okay with them.

You're shy, they get it and they do their best not to alarm you. Julie and Susie told the guys to be more sensitive around you, but the young men just laughed and told the girls that you are tougher than you let them see.

These four Killers absolutely LOVE IT when you cling to them in fear or out of shyness. They feel like you trust them.

Frank and Susie are huge dog fans. Frank likes how loyal they and he bonded with this misunderstood Pitbull in one of his foster families. Sadly, he had to move to another home and leave the dog he bonded with behind. Susie loves cute dogs, but her taste is a little funny. Not everyone thinks Bull Terriers are that cute as she says they are.

They love watching old horror movies with you, because you tend to analyze the killers or ghosts or demons and it's honestly fun for them to hear your take on things.

#matchup #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #frank #joey #susie #julie kostenko #legion #the legion #legion susie #legion joey

[rolandtowen]

Kiss It Better

Sokka builds a blanket fort. Zuko info-dumps about ADHD and chronic pain. Fluff ensues.

Read it under the cut!

"Sokka?"

A mess of brown hair and blue eyes peers out from underneath a carefully constructed cocoon of blankets. Zuko's standing in their bedroom doorway, holding Sokka's medication organizer.

"When was the last time you remember taking your meds?"

"Hmm... Thursday?" Comes Sokka's voice, muffled by the blankets.

Zuko flipped through the pill pockets. "No, looks like Tuesday."

"How bad is that? What day is today?"

Zuko sits on the edge of their bed, close enough to hold Sokka's hand but not close enough to disrupt his carefully crafted fort. "Well firstly, today is Sunday." Sokka groans and brings his free hand to his forehead. Zuko presses on, squeezing his other hand. "Secondly, taking your meds is morally neutral. Forgetting doesn't make you a bad person, it just means we need to find a routine that works better for you."

Sokka nods and Zuko can see the gears turning in his brain.

"Can I ask why you're in a blanket fort? Is it your knee?"

As a kid with ADHD, Sokka played a lot of sports: hockey, basketball, even tennis. But football is what did him in - in his senior year in high school, an unfortunate tackle tore his ACL, dislocated his left knee, and created hairline fractures in his calf bones. The Dancing Dragons won the game, but Sokka spent the rest of his senior year recovering. After almost five years, all it takes is one bad twist during a rush in the coffee shop and Sokka's down for the count.

"What gave it away?" Zuko looks up from their joined hands to see Sokka smiling at him, his bitterness at his body softened by Zuko's presence.

"Well, for one, the heating pad was mysteriously absent from our med drawer - and you're also in a blanket fort." Zuko squeezes Sokka's hand. "May I join you?"

"But of course, my love," Sokka pulls back the comforter, slapping the empty mattress beside him. "By all means, come on into Fort Chronic Pain."

Zuko laughs, settling next to his boyfriend and curling into him. "You're ridiculous."

"That's why you love me." Sokka starts combing his fingers through Zuko's long hair. "How were your classes today?"

Sokka knows that if he can get Zuko talking about school, he won't be so worried about Sokka's knee.

"Are you trying to get me to stop worrying about you? It won't work." Sokka sighs.

"Maybe, I think your med school classes are interesting."

Zuko, for all his worrying, had passed the MCAT, graduated summa cum laude, and was now studying for his M. D. at the prestigious Beifong Medical School. Sokka hadn't doubted him for a second. Zuko never gave up and never backed down. The man could grapple with the Sun and win unscathed.

"-oned?" Zuko's voice comes from below him.

"Huh?"

"I asked, 'are you zoned'?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I-"

Zuko waves him off. "What's the last thing you remember? I can start over."

"I remember asking you about classes, and you wrongfully accusing me of trying to distract you."

Zuko snorts. "My favorite class by far has been Mental Health and Physiology. I think it's highly admirable that med schools are starting to integrate mental and physical health, and not teaching them separately."

"What kind of things have you learned?"

"Like, people with anxiety may present with back pain that doesn't correlate to an injury; the excess stress can really do strange things to your muscles - and we should still holistically treat patients without just dismissing them and telling them to relax."

Sokka nods. "That makes a lot of sense, baby. You're so smart."

"Oh, shut up." Zuko can feel his cheeks warm at the compliment. "But, we also talked about ADHD and chronic pain, which I thought you might like to hear?"

"Of course, turtleduck. Amaze me." Sokka rests his hand on Zuko's hair, running his thumb across the curve of his head. "Info-dump away."

Zuko takes a deep breath in. "Okay, so, there are significant studies that show that people with ADHD experience chronic pain at a higher level than the average population - there are a few theories as to why this might be. Many people with ADHD experience hypertonia, or muscle overactivity. This can make it really difficult to fully relax tense muscles, and increases chance of injury. Additionally, low dopamine is considered to be one of the causes of ADHD, and dopamine regulates chronic pain signals. Most of the research has only been done in the last decade, so it's going to be really exciting to see what new treatments develop - previously, dopamine wasn't really known to be connected to pain regulation at all." Zuko turns to look up at Sokka. "You never know, there might be an effective treatment for your leg in the next decade."

Sokka wants to be hopeful, he does, but he's been trying to treat his chronic pain for five years, and he's had limited success. Going to a chiropractor helped a little, the physical therapist gave him some great exercises for strengthening the tendons supporting his knee, and cutting back on inflammatory foods lessened the pain level whenever he entered a flare - but he still got flares. A hike could knock him off his feet for weeks; a rainy day could be agonizing. He just wishes there was a simple solution - but as much as homeopathic Karens in the coffee shop try to convince him, there's no one-step solution. No, Janet, as good as your essential oil blend smells, it isn't going to take the place of physical therapy, preventative care, and lifestyle changes. Just like for his ADHD. It takes dedication to a process of self-care to make improvement in either arena.

And if the off-schedule pill organizer in Zuko's hands is any indication, dedication to a process can feel fucking impossible with ADHD. 

"Can I do anything to help?" Sokka looks down to see Zuko's amber eyes staring up at him, offering comfort no blanket fort could provide. 

"Can you..."

"Yeah?"

Sokka swallows. "Could you, maybe... kiss it better?"

Zuko's eyes practically sing his answer: "Of course I can."

Zuko gingerly moves the heating pad from its spot on Sokka's left knee. He tips his head down, pressing a featherlight kiss to Sokka's kneecap. He murmurs something under his breath. 

"Sorry, what was that?"

Zuko looks at him sheepishly. "I said, 'the patella'. 

Sokka can't hold back the laughter that bubbles out of his chest. "You're using me for anatomy study?"

"Seems like a fair trade. You get kisses and I get to study at the same time." Zuko drops another kiss to Sokka's knee. "Both the elbows and the knees are constructed with hinge joints." Zuko presses a firmer kiss to Sokka's thigh. "This is the femur, the thighbone - the longest and strongest bone in your body."

Sokka opens his mouth to make a joke, but Zuko beats him to it: "If you make a joke about your dick, I'm donating you to my cadaver class." Sokka's jaw snaps shut. 

Zuko drops another two kisses on either side of Sokka's calf. "Tibia and fibula," he whispers. "These are the ones you broke senior year."

"Only hairline fractures," Sokka corrects.

"Can you still feel it?"

Sokka shakes his head. "It's the ACL that still bothers me the most."

"Do you want some lidocaine?"

"Spirits, yes." 

Zuko rummages through their nightstand, pulling the blessed tub of Icy Hot out of the top drawer, and spreading a thin layer over Sokka's knee. He traces soft patterns into his knee as they wait for the lidocaine to kick in. 

"If you say 'patella' again, I'm going to smack you." Sokka eyes him from where he's leaning against the headboard. 

"Of course not," Zuko takes Sokka's right hand into his and presses a kiss to the back of it. "Metacarpals."

"You fucker-"

"Don't get riled up and undo all my hard work." Zuko massages the palm of Sokka's hand. "Is the leg better?"

"Much better."

"So we still have the original problem."

"The meds?"

Zuko nods. "So I know you've been trying to take them as soon as you wake up..."

"But?"

"I think you should task-stack it," Zuko says, running his thumb absent-mindedly over Sokka's knee. "You should pair with something you do everyday."

"Like what?"

"You make yourself a wicked pour-over every morning. What if you kept your meds by the kettle and then took them while you waited for the water to get hot?" 

Sokka face pauses, processing. "Huh."

"Would... would that work?"

Sokka smiles, beaming at him. "That's a brilliant idea, turtleduck." He opens his arms up, patting the space underneath him. "Come up here?"

"If you insist," Zuko quips. "Do you want me to make fried rice tonight? I can even bring it to you if you want."

"You're literally the light of my life."

Zuko laughs. "I'll take that to heart." He snuggles up under Sokka's chin. "Do you feel better?"

"So much better." Sokka pushes back Zuko's hair from his face and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "Thanks to you."

"Frontal bone," Zuko murmurs. 

"Seriously?!"

Zuko cackles. 

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