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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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~Lazy Jellyfish Writings~

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Hello! I'm Jelly! Jellyfish, JJ, any variation of those also welcomed🪼♎🇹🇴 I like to write for fun and started this blog in Nov 2023 thanks to my Miguel O'Hara (ATSV) fixation. I also write for Peter B. and Ben Reilly, though not as often.

I love to gush/talk about Miguel and I mainly write for him at the moment and for the unforeseeable future 🤧. I'm happy to become moots and love to support fellow writers. 🖤 I don't take requests at this time due to personal nerves about meeting expectations and also due to time constraints, I'm sorry! I am also on AO3 and Instagram under the same user: lazyjellyfish300. 🪼

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Most of my reader POVS are fem or AFAB, sorry. Since I am a cis female that is the pov I feel I can write the most accurately. I try to exclude reader's appearance as much as possible except clothing. I describe curvy body parts. You might have superficial things like tattoos or piercings once in a while but that's it. I try to do gender neutral every once in a while where I can.) My rating system is my humble opinion & might not be totally correct, read at your own risk.

Updated as of: 5/17/24

🌶️-suggestive 🌶️🌶️-moderate smut

🌶️🌶️🌶️-very smutty 💖-fluff 💔-angst 🔥-slow burn/smut doesn't happen right away

Miguel O'Hara(Reader x Miguel)

-DD series🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥💔💖 (ongoing-9 chapters/11-links for the chapters will be in each post, Miguel is your Uber Driver with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic) DD series art I have commissioned from the artist @/ejpuki on insta

-As you slept 🌶️💔💖(Twilight AU with Miguel Cullen. He visits you while you sleep, TW: STALKERISH)

-Have I found You?- 💔💖Twilight AU Miguel Cullen, inspired by ending prom scene of the first Twilight movie

-In Between the Bookshelves-💖🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️ Librarian!Miguel AU, a trip to the library has a spicy conclusion

-In a Vial around your pretty little neck 🌶️🌶️💖(you & Miguel wear vials of each other's blood)

-The Stuffed Rabbit- 🌶️💖you go to Build-A-Bear and plan a Valentine's Day surprise for Miguel(same universe as in a vial around your pretty little neck)

-With New Eyes, Every Time-🌶️💖 with Miguel about your date to the aquarium, inspired by one of my moots.

-Books and Puzzles -🌶️💖 Bookstore, coffee and puzzle building date with Miguel

-Miguel Parenting Headcanons🌶️💖 (two parts which are linked in the post)

-Mom and Dad are Fighting on Christmas🌶️🌶️💔💖 (Jerry Maguire inspired, angsty piece with Miguel) also a Valentines spinoff: Mom and Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day 🌶️🌶️💔💖

-Mom and Dad are Getting Along-quick blurb as an ending to the other two mom and Dad are fighting pieces, on a quiet Mother's Day morning 🌶️💖

-Blurred Lines -🌶️🌶️💔💖, (2 parts)you become his fwb reluctantly in hopes he'll eventually fall in love with you too, but it's not that simple.

-Relationship Weight🌶️🌶️💖soft Miguel reassuring insecure reader

-Bedtime Giggles- 💖short fluffy blurb with Mig

-Breakfast for dinner 💖🌶️-short fluffy blurb with Mig

-An Easter Proposal(s)-💖🌶️ 3 short separate stories about getting engaged to Miguel on Easter, based off 3 different rings to choose from.

-Fortune Cookies💖-fluffy blurb with Mig sharing takeout & fortune cookies

-A Box of Chocolates💖🌶️-trip to the choclatier on your birthday with your boyfriend Miguel

-I'm Here -💖🌶️fluffy blurb with Mig, helping you with your back pain, inspired by another Tumblr user.

-Miguel loves your tattoos- drabble in outline format💖🌶️

-A Day Off At Miguel's💖 -longer fluffy blurb where your boyfriend cheats & Miguel's there to cheer you up.

-Gentleman 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️💔🔥 -chapters 4/?-mini series where you're a broke college student intern at Alchemax and Miguel becomes your sugar daddy

-Long Distance 🌶️🌶️🌶️-naughty dialogue on the phone with him

-Silent - 🌶️🌶️💖 smutty short blurb exploring Miguel's quiet side in the bedroom

-Love Across Dimensions💖💔-fluffy angsty headcanon outline of your relationship. A spinoff from Long Distance. Along with smutty pt 2.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖💔

-Still and All -angsty, heavier piece(lots of TW in description). You have a lifelong STI and you need to tell Miguel when you start dating him. 🌶️🌶️💔💖🔥

-The Woman He Didn't Choose - series ongoing 6 chapters/?-angsty Bachelor AU where you made the final two but he chose the other woman. 🌶️🌶️💔🔥

-Traitor- angsty blurb about your breakup with Miguel inspired by some break up songs🌶️🌶️💔

-Just A Little Carried Away -NSFW Mig blurb 🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Mirror-NSFW Husband!Miguel short blurb 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Hot Tub with a View-Husband Miguel!drabble about doing the nasty in a hot tub on vacay 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Camping with Miguel-camping trip that turns into more than just friends. 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Possessive Miguel drabbles-links to both in this post. One is SFW the other is NSFW but more suggestive & no smut 💖🌶️

-Hand holding during sex-short NSFW Miguel thought🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Praise and a HJ-getting Miguel off while you praise him drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Miguel's shoulders in the dark NSFW drabble 🌶️🌶️

-Miguel's obsessed with your legs drabble-NSFW headcanon format 🌶️🌶️💖

-Titty Massage-Miguel holds your tits when stressed drabble🌶️🌶️💖

-Tell Me-hopeless romantic NSFW Miguel blurb where you tell him how much you love him during intimacy 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-In Your Name-NSFW Villain! Miguel drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Apology-drabble, rainy, middle of the night makeup sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-One Cabin-🌶️🌶️💖(3 blurbs linked in the post) with Miguel playing on the one bed trope. Instead what if you had to share a cabin with him on a mission?

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Peter B. Parker x Reader

-DBF!Peter B. Parker comes to dinner -your dad's new friend from work comes over for dinner one evening with a spicy conclusion.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Down Bad-short blurb where you're a stripper and he takes you home🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Ben Reilly

Dating Headcanons-gn!reader x Ben 🌶️💖

Traitor epilogue- Spider-Woman Reader x Ben 🌶️💖💔 this fic is technically a pairing with Miguel, however the epilogue has a happy ending with Ben after your breakup. 🫶🏽

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Carlisle Cullen

Random Headcanons 🌶️💖

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Gallery (art I've commissioned from artists to accompany my fics/just for fun)

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 1 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 3 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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kirby’s kinktober (ten)

prince sidon//oviposition (pt. 2)

cw: cervix penetration, eggs, breeding, mentions of pain (it gets better), praise and size kink.

(starts here)

“fu-uck!!”

you let out a high pitched screech of overwhelming pleasure as sidon’s cock head - pouring with so much cum and lube you can feel it leak out onto your thighs - kisses your cervix. you feel like you can even hear the gushy “chu” sound it makes.

his hand grips yours, again asking if you’d like to stop. his lips, his hold, his voice all so tender.

“n-no. don’t stop. don’t stop!”

it’s the sweetest kind of torture - so full of him until it hurts, and then hurts until it feels good.

he purrs as you clench, letting you reach another of the countless highs you’ve hit in the past several hours.

“my little lotus I’m - they’re c-coming! you’ll feel so beautiful…” his yellow eyes sharpen as he sucks in a breath and then you feel it.

It’s round, gelatinous, and slips past your cervix - sliding through the little puckered ring with a painful wriggle. sidon loses himself momentarily and pushes you under him with an ugly, noisy groan. the change in position and the weight of him shocks you into stillness.

he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts until the thick, liquidy ball is forced through.

“sidon!” you cry out, voice melting.

“good girl. you’ve taken me so well. so well. just stay opened up, my sweet beloved.”

the second slips into you, then the third, all the way up to seven. each is paired with a series of twitch-inducing thrusts and guttural noises from your aquatic lover.

your cervix finally feel relief, body numb from pleasure as he slips out.

“breathe, my sweet. it’s almost over. i’ll be sure to pamper you and our sweet zora clutch, get you nice and clean. just let me fertilize those sweet little things. can you keep your legs open for that?”

you groan out a yes, hand on your midsection which is lightly bloated and made slightly translucent with the light blue radiating off of the jelly-like spheres inside you.

the eggs. god. the eggs.

your and sidon’s little child to be. sure not all seven would get fertilized, but at least one would absorb his milky cum and slide out of you in a few days time, before into hatching into a tiny heir to the zora throne.

you don’t really feel too different, thinking about it until his large hands gently lift you up to put you back onto his throbbing cock.

oh.

oh, they’re moving.

the strange feeling of them, warm and rolling in your womb makes your eyes roll and you moan - you really haven’t felt anything like this before. the strange, blue tinted movement is amplified as your slick covered hole is lowered onto your prince.

it’s reached full length now and you can feel every veiny inch.

“oh, you’re such a dear. look at you taking it all. my sweet, sweet gemstone. let me help you.” rather than bouncing your tired body up and down, sidon bears his pointed teeth with effort and ruts slowly.

he grinds onto you g-spot with a whimper as you wrap your arms around him.

“ah. my sweet, tight goddess. taking all my eggs in your tight womb.” he’s too big and too overwhelmed to even feel you clench and gush on him several times but it brings him to orgasm regardless.

the biggest load you’ve ever felt or seen charges past your moist walls and directly swallowed up into your womb, which closes with a squelch.

“my fertilized queen. i’m sorry that i couldn’t control my amount. it’ll all form into one beautiful child. but for now, they all look beautiful inside you.”

pathetically full, your pussy clenches at his praise before letting him out. hiding his length into his sheath again, he leaves the gentlest kiss he can on your head with a warm purr.

“let’s get you clean. i love you”

#smut #prince sidon #breath of the wild sidon #BoTW #tears of the kingdom #kirby’s kinktober #sidon x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #tw.monsterfucking

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ciaonicole85 · 19 days

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Part 5: What Then?

It's finally Sydney's one year work anniversary! A little slice of fluff to tide us over. Quick summary of the last 4 parts- Its been about 5-6 months since The Bear opened, the slowburn is slowburning,, and Carmy wants to make Syd an shareholder. Please excuse grammar/spelling. My contacts are fizzling out.

Sydney woke up with cheerful expectation before her alarm rang. Today was her work anniversary or “workversary”. A year ago, she strode into The Beef praying that this was her chance to make something great with one of the best chefs in the industry. Then in a couple short months The Beef had closed, the process of The Bear began, and since it’s opening her hopes of creating lifelong memories for people and of obtaining a star seemed possible. The dream was becoming more concrete every day.

She got ready eagerly and grabbed the garment bag with her freshly dry-cleaned custom chef’s coat. More than just the significance of the day, Syd felt like something special was going to happen. Carmy had brought up this anniversary almost every day for the past week. Obviously, he was hiding something, and she was ravenous to know what it was. She tried every truth extraction tactic she could think of, from feigning nonchalance to making him a gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwich, to shameless pouting. The last almost worked, but Richie walked by interrupting her performance. Carm snapped out of her spell and from that moment refused to hint about today. Richie teased her ever since and even last night he left a voice note impersonating her honeyed murmur “Carmy, pleasssseee tell me…I’d wouldn’t hide anything from you” followed by retching noises.

Oh, well. She liked good surprises.

The morning was uneventful, but during staff lunch Carmy announced that it was Sydney’s work anniversary and Marcus brought out a sublime vertical carrot cake for everyone. He even made an additional small cake for her to take home and share with her father. It was so divine that if the cake was all she got, she would have been thankful, and she told him as much.

“Marcus, you are incredible! If you ever need a kidney, just make me this,” she moaned.

“I’ll remember that chef” he answered scratching his neck and bashfully ducking back into the kitchen. His crush on her was mostly snuffed out the night of Friends and Family, but occasionally those old feelings resurfaced.

As Sydney reached the peak of a blissful sugar high Carm asked her to join him in Natalie’s office. First a cake and now the mystery reveal!

They asked her to take the seat of honor, aka the comfortable chair, behind the desk. Nat looked pleased and relaxed, while Carmy was harder to read. His expression was a mixture of agitation and gladness as he drummed his fingers on his knee. For a moment they sat in silence.

“What is it?” Sydney blurted.

“Carm, tell her!” Natalie ordered with an exasperated smile.

Taking a deep breath Carmen gushed forth,

“Sydney, I don’t even know where I’d be, where The Bear would be, without you. You put in a crap ton of hours without pay during the reno, you kill it in the kitchen every day, we created the menu together, the staff respects you, you kept everything running when I was sick and…and…we want to give you a share in the restaurant.”

Sydney slumped back in the chair, speechless and gazed at them her pupils dilated like saucers.

Natalie went on to explain further, handing her a contract.

“If you accept, your share would be equivalent to Carm and I. Of ‘course none of us will see additional income until we pay back Uncle Cicero, but we didn’t want to wait to make it clear that you are essential to The Bear, to our family.”

Carmy held his breath. He had been elated about this for days, but now he doubted. Yes, Sydney wanted a star, and she loved the work, but would she want to be tied to The Bear, and by extension to him?

Sydney sat up, clutching the contract, and shook her head in amazement.

“You’re serious? A share? An equal share?”

“Yeah, of ‘course” Carmy replied, his ocean tinted eyes imploring her to believe it.

“Okay” she conceded softly, her vision blurred with tears, and she stood up to embrace her now legal partners.

Natalie swooped in first with one of her famous hugs and whispered, “Thank you.”

Then Carm overwhelmed with relief pulled her close, his lips slightly brushing her cheek.

Just then someone tapped on the door and Natalie opened it. It was Uncle Cicero eating a slice of Marcus’s cake.

“Hey, Uncle Cicero, to what do we owe this pleasure?” Natalie enquired.

“Well, my lawyer said he sent the contract over this morning, so I just wanted to officially welcome our new partner to the business and to the family! Sydney you’re a class act and this one couldn’t have picked better,” Uncle Cicero answered with a wink at Carmy. Then he beckoned for Syd to give him a hug, which she did her face hot with a mixture of happiness and self-consciousness. She felt like she was an honorary Berzatto.

“Well, I got to head out. We’ll talk again soon Sydney,” Cicero said warmly and beckoned Carm to follow him.

As they walked through the restaurant and out to his car, Cicero praised his nephew for making The Bear a success so far, raved about the cake and most importantly for making their monthly installments. Then he said something very strange.

“Carmen, you’re doing this right with that girl. Wise to get the business side squared away first. Oh, and I got a ring guy, he could get you a good deal.”

Carmy was jolted from the hazy cloud of contentment that enveloped him since Sydney accepted the offer.

“Why would I need a ring guy?”

“Hey, I know young people do things differently these days. Some wait for years, but when you’re ready to get engaged I got a connect.” Cicero explained.

“Well, uh, Sydney and I aren’t dating,” Carmy responded with a shade of longing in his voice.

“You broke up!?”

“We’ve never dated.”

“Then who were you seeing right before the restaurant opened?”

“Claire.”

“Who’s Claire?”

“She was from our old neighborhood; It didn’t work out. I was Alex Gonzalez during a lot of the reno. Why did you think I was dating Sydney?”

Cicero cocked his head, scrutinizing Carm with the intensity of an owl. That look would make Mike Tyson falter.

“Why do you think I thought you two were dating?”

Carmy blushed with a crooked smile, rubbing his chin.

Cicero sighed, got into his car, and rolled down the window.

“Don’t overthink it nephew. I could’ve been married to the love of my life if I wasn’t such a know-it-all manichino (dummy) in my youth.”

Carmy blinked, confused.

“But you are married.”

“Yeah, and she’s great. Not the love of my life though.”

With those words Cicero waved and took off.

Carmy stood for a minute to clear his mind before heading back inside. He knew Sydney was probably recovered from shock and waiting for him with dozens of questions about their new arrangement.

Also, would another hug be out of order?

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmy the bear #sydney adamu #fan fiction #syd adamu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #friends to lovers #fan fic #fluff

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van-der-linde-worms · 1 year

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Take Your Cigarette From Its Holder, Burn Your Initials On My Shoulder

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/ Mary Gillis Linton

Fic summary: AU in which Mary is wanted for the murder of her husband and that of her father, and Arthur is a bounty hunter going after her.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Idiots in love, slow burn

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Chapter XIII: Unrequited

Word count: 7980

Last chapter: Chapter XII

“Hey, Arthur!” Mary calls out from the kitchen. “ ‘fore it gets too cold, I was figuring we could head out for a little camping trip. It’s clear out anyway.” Mary pauses for a moment. “You know anything about constellations?”

“Stars? Eh, I know the north star I guess,” he mutters as he stretches his arms. “When do ya wanna go then?”

“What'd you say about today?”

He looks up at her as he picks up his pants from the floor. “Today? Hm, can't blame ya for getting bored, being stuck here all day 'n stuff.”

“So, it's a yes then?” she asks, just loud enough for him to hear her over the sizzling of whatever she is cooking in the pot.

“'course.” He puts on his shirt and makes his way to her. He can hear a faint laughter and his arms encircle her waist, making his heart flutter.

A blissful sigh escapes his mouth as he nuzzles his jaw against her hair. The top of her head is just at the perfect height for his chin to rest on. His arms tighten around her, the soft smell of her hair is almost heavenly to him.

“What's a good time then?” she asks. Arthur lets out a low croon and looks down at the colourless, chunky mix in the pan.

“We ain’t in a hurry. What’re you making anyway? Eggs?”

“It’s oatmeal. I uh, didn’t have coffee so I grabbed the wrong dish. It’ll be fine, just slather some jam on there, it’ll be fine,” she reassures herself. Arthur looks away and shuts his eyes, he could have sworn whatever the eldritch menace in the pot is certainly isn’t oatmeal.

“Looks fine,” Arthur lies.

“I just had a look in the news and I read some comet’s supposed to pass earth around this month!” Mary gushes. “I’ve heard they’re so pretty.”

“It’d be nice to get out with you again, Mary. We ain’t done anything since…” Arthur trails off.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking of. I think near that decrepit old ranch would be nice, there’s lots of open space and the view is just gorgeous.”

“Sure.” Frankly it sounds rather romantic, but he doesn’t dare get his own hopes up. She’d been so kind to him, despite the situation. If only it could be anything more.

“So, if we head out around eight, I think we should head out on foot this time. I think it should be safe, no bears or anything.” she twirls around, her skirt hits his shin ever so gently. She stands on her toes and steals a kiss from his lips. She finds one of the jars and quickly pops it open. Arthur nods and moves the pot from the hot stove.

“Ain’t you energetic?” he begins shoveling the odd food onto plates, unsure of whether to add knives and forks or spoons to go beside them.

“Well, I’d just like to spend some time with you again. It’s lonely out there, on your own,” she slaps a spoonful of their sweet jelly on the chunks, trying to mask it. She steadily adds more. Arthur grabs his plate before she can add more.

“Thank you.” Mary stops a spoonful later. The two sit down again.

A look of slight discontent spreads across her features as she prods at the clumps, mashing the jam in with her spoon. The first rays of sunlight twinkle in her dark eyes, a murky orange glow peeks through her lashes. Her lower lid moves ever so slightly, the soft lines around her eyes cast gentle shadows,, her soft crows feet twitch as she takes a bite of the food. She couldn’t be more perfect, she couldn’t possibly be prettier, she couldn’t be any more wonderful and… god, I love her, I love her more than anything, more than anyone. If only.

“I was thinkin’ I’ll go down to the post again today, see if Hosea’s written back yet.”

“Could you check if Jamie wrote back too? They’re getting graded again right about now, they should be getting them back and I want to see how he did this time.”

“Sure, you need anything from the store?” Arthur asks. The porridge isn’t that bad, just weird looking. There’s too much jam to his liking.

“I’d just like the letter, thank you. Oh, there should be some mint around there too!” She notes After a period of silence, she speaks up again.. “Y’know, back in the day I used to be pretty good at finding herbs. Whatever the cattle hadn’t stomped was always good, used to be that we’d dry them out to be eaten.” “You mind pickin’ some then?”

“If we even find any.”

“It’s high time I get moving then, if we ever wanna get out there on time,” Arthur stands up, picking up their empty plate. Mary brings hers to the sink as well. Arthur quickly kisses her again before he steps out.

Arthur rides out to the post, taking his time. The autumn air was unusually warm that day. The ride passes by slowly as he enjoys the fading summer sun.

There were a few letters at the post office, this time . He didn’t often get mail, but this time was different. Mary got one from Jamie, Arthur got one from Hosea, another from John and one from Albert Mason, a photographer he ran into a bit ago. As he checks through the letters, Charles enters.

“Arthur, hey! Haven’t seen you in a while,” he pulls Arthur out of his thoughts.

“Charles. Yeah, been busy with somethin’. How’ve ya been?”

“Same as before, been trying to find you around.”

“Figure we should catch up some time. You think we could go hunting some time tomorrow, catch up?”

“Sure. But I gotta get moving now, got someone to meet in town.”

“I'll see you at the ol' spot in the mornin' then?”

“Yeah, sure.”

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The sun is hardly touching the horizon when Arthur arrives home, yet he can already see the ceramic pot steaming on the stove.

“Ain’t it a bit early for dinner?”

“Figured since we're heading out we should eat early. I’m not letting you slip on eating, you’re too thin as is.” She rubs his cheek. His heart skips a bit. I love you.

She notices the letters in his hands, he picks out the one from Hosea, eyeing it as if it were a trap. “Who’s that from?”

“Hosea.” Arthur sits down and tears it open. His eyes scan the text, his expression shifting from concern to an amused chuckle.

“What is it then?” she asks from the stove.

“John got some girl knocked up in town, I did tell ya about John?”

She thought for a while before shaking her head, “Don't think so. What about him?”

Arthur shakes his head, as if in disapproval, though the mischievous grin on his face remains. “He's been heading to the bathhouse a lot. 'm pretty sure Dutch was still alive the last time he took a bath. Apparently a girl there caught his eye and, well, now little Johnny Marston's gonna be a pa.”

She lifts her eyebrows, surprised, “Oh? Send my congratulations to them then.”

“Nah, don't think John's too happy about it,” he says, folding the paper and shoving it into one of the drawers. “'sea wants me to have a talk with him later. Oh, and here's Jamie's letter”

“Thanks,” she says, carefully tearing the envelope open.

He observes her face as she scans the letter. A small smile creeps up her face. Insignificant as it is, her joy is contagious to him. “How’s the boy doing?”

“Did pretty well in his first test; he joined some club in school too. I’m glad he’s finally making more friends.”

“Good for him,” he shakes the strap of the satchel off his shoulder. “Meanwhile I have my brat of a brother.”

“Oh come on Arthur, he’s just a kid. I guess he just ain't ready to be a dad.”

“Him? A kid? Nah, he may be a manchild but he's a grown man, whether he likes it or not.”

“How old is he even?”

“20 or so. I know, barely older than Jamie, but ain’t no kid. He messes around, he gotta deal with the consequences.”

“I guess,” she shrugs, going back to work at the counter. “Poor girl though. What is he gonna do then?”

“Somethin’ dumb most probably. He is John.”

“He ain’t gonna leave them is he?”

“He wouldn’t do somethin’ like that. Think ‘Sea’s pushin’ him to marry her now.” “Well I guess that’s good then, she ain’t just gettin’ left in the dust.” she sighs, measuring out some salt.

“Figure this is the dumbest thing he’s pulled in years. You’re lucky Jamie ain’t like that.”

“That boy's done his fair share of stupid stuff too, believe me.”

“Do I dare ask?” Arthur asks with a chuckle.

“C’mon now Arthur, ain’t like every kid can go running around like John.” Mary scoffs. “Why, it’ll be getting dark soon, we should get movin’ after eating if we wanna catch anything.”

“You got anythin’ else planned?”

“Not really.”

“How do you even pick out them constellations?”

“Well you have to look at em or have someone else point ‘em out. I figure I could make something up too.”

“Y’know, back in the bad old days ‘sea used to teach me about the stars. Thing is he doesn’t know a damn thing about them and there ain’t no thing called an Aphana star or a wolf constellation.”

“Oh, but there is! It’s actually called the Lupus constellation and it should be in view in June!”

“Welp. I think it was back in the winter though, any idea if it’s visible then?”

“Nope.”

“Hosea’s got a way with bullshitting anyway, ain't a surprise. Should’ve asked Dutch, he’d’ve known.”

“What did Dutch know then?”

“Something about astrology, how stars are s’pposed to affect how people are.”

“Hm? Horoscopes?”

“That, yeah. Think he got over it once he got to Marx.”

“Marx? Karl Marx?”

“You know him?”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“Dutch wouldn’t goddamn shut up about him for a year, least it was better than the Greek phase.”

“Greek phase? This Dutch guy was into a lot of stuff huh.”

“All kinds of it, but none of them ever lasted.” Arthur grumbles as he sets the table, the memory of Dutch bringing a faint smile to his face.

She carefully fills the bowl with scoops of stew, filled with chunks of meat and carrots, and waits for them to cool down before placing them on the table. She sits down next to him as he sends the spoon into his mouth.

It doesn't taste too bad, the broth is flavourful and well seasoned, but the meat is tough, probably overcooked.

“How is it?”

“Tastes like rubber,” he teases, laboring his teeth through the meat.

“That's what Barry said. Unfortunately the poor guy didn’t live to tell the tale.”

He raises his eyebrow at her rather dark joke, “What, you're gonna poison me too?”

“Well if I am you would have tasted something, my dear,” she jokes. Arthur chuckles and shakes his head.

“True that. Tastes fine though, you’ve improved.”

“Thank you, means a lot from someone who’s clearly burnt out his taste buds.”

He quickly empties his bowl, despite his complaints. She is still eating as he drops his bowl in the sink.

“Gonna pack for the night, you mind doin' the dishes?” he says, putting on his hat as he unlocks the door.

*****

She potters around the home, gathering things, excitement painted on her face, the kind of innocent glee he had grown to adore. He grabs the bedrolls from where he had put them. Her’s seems rather worn and dirty, something he’d rather take. She’d get cold far more easily anyway. Mary paces into the room, grabbing something from the closet.

“C’mon then! It’s really perfect timing, new moon and all!”

“Comin’”, he answers. “Gonna saddle up Boadicea. You grab something warmer, s’a little chilly tonight.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Oh, now you’re nagging me?”

He shakes his head, though not exactly in denial, “Like you ain’t always cold.”

“None of your coats fit me— here, take this,” she shoves a wool blanket into his arms. “Besides, I know you’ll keep me warm.”

“ ‘ppose we don't need this then,” he gestures to the blanket in his hands.

“Guess we don’t. You’re enough for me.”

His heart skips a beat. He knows all too well that it's only a joke, but to think that he would ever be enough for someone like her… he would never be enough, but, if she really thinks so…

Her voice pulls him out of his stupor, “We better hurry up.”

“Sure,” he mutters, once again leaving the house to load the bundles in his arms onto Boadicea. Making sure that she has brought her compass and matches— even though Arthur has probably got these in his satchel, he's always prepared for everything— she throws a scarf over her shoulder and swiftly ties it around her neck, a simple makeshift cloak to protect her from the cold, before stepping out to join him.

****

The spot she mentioned isn't too far away, and they have got themselves settled in no time. She gathers some errand branches for firewood as he sets up the tent.

Arthur joins her around the fire once he is done. He watches as she gazes into the flames, the light of the fire dancing on her face.

“When did it happen, the thing with John?” Mary asks.

“Last week or so I guess. Why?”

“Well, I just keep thinkin’ about it. Ain’t really fair somethin’ like that could just happen,”

“Really ain’t. Don’t dwell on it too much, ain’t like things would change anyway.”

“I know. Y’know we used to try for kids plenty, Barry and I, and nothing ever came of it. He got sons already ‘n he always blamed me for it.”

Her expression is calm, yet Arthur still feels a needle poking at his heart upon her words. “Oh. Must’ve been a hell of a thing.”

“I guess.” The air between them once again falls to silence, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the occasional crinkling of the grass as the wind makes its way through their swaying stems. “Heh, well, lucky thing I s’ppose. Never felt more trapped than back then with him in that place.”

Arthur inches his hand ever closer to hers, placing it in her open palm. Perhaps it’s an attempt to comfort her when he lacks the words to do it in any other way. Her skin feels wonderfully soft on his fingertips, the calluses under a delicate silken layer. The warmth emanates from her palm, her fingers are rather cool to the touch. Each wrinkle in her palm imprints itself in his mind, the contour of the muscle operating her thumb, the tiny little scars from a million little accidents over years, burns, cuts, abrasions.

He opens his mouth to say something, but once again nothing comes out.

She pulls him close, placing a kiss on his cheek. He can feel his cheeks reddening, and he knows for a fact that it isn't the heat from the fire. I love you.

She pulls herself onto his lap again, her lips meet his. The soft tingling doesn’t last for long. Mary’s fingers slip into his hair as she lays him down. Arthur feels a pang of sadness as her hands trails down his torso to his crotch. It’s childish, really, hoping that she’d somehow miraculously return his feelings. It‘s just sex to her, he reminds himself, nothing else, nothing more.

Yet he leans into her, pulls her closer until skin meets skin, flesh is inside flesh, thoughts melt into lust.

Just as the fire within them is quenched by the wetness between their legs, the flames before them simmer to red coals. He bites his lip as she lazily rolls down beside him. They both take a moment to catch their breath, and she points up to a bright star as he throws a blanket over them. She sits up to grab her compass, before once again lying down with him.

“That there’s the north star, and try to connect these seven dots, see that ladle? That’s Ursa Minor, the little bear,” she says, trying to map out the constellations before them with her fingers. Arthur feels a smile spread across his face as she connects the stars. “Under it, there’s a bigger ladle– Ursa Major, his mother. Oh, and right next to them!” Mary whispers, leaning on Arthus’s shoulder to align their view, so that she can point out the stars for him more easily. “See that long trail of stars? That’s Draco.”

“Let me guess, it’s a dragon?”

“Good guess, mister. Oh, and look to the south west, near the moon, see that really bright one near the horizon? That’s Venus.”

“Oh, I remember Dutch pointing that one out to me, and the red one, Mars, is it?”

“Think so, I can’t really see it though, if we’re lucky we might catch it around sunrise. You see the hexagon above it? That’s Ophiuchus, the snake bearer.”

“And the line across it s’the snake?”

“Yeah, oh, and right at the top is Cygnus, the swan.”

“It does look like a bird. And what about that one next to it, the bright one?

“I’m not too sure– think that one is lyra. A lyre, y’know?” “A liar? Now that I’m familiar with.” “No, the instrument! You pluck the string like a guitar– well, probably more like a harp. It belongs to this poet Orpheus.”

“S’that feller on the sky too?”

“No, don’t think he is– if anything he’s going underground.”

“What’d ya mean?” “You see, this Orpheus guy who sings so wonderfully, the god of music himself gave him his lyre…”

As he listens to her story, Arthur pulls out his journal to mark down the stars, connecting the lines and writing down the name of each constellation beside it. It’s a bit dark, but the light from the campfire is sufficient.

“...and his song is so beautiful, it moves the king of the dead to tears. So, he agrees to let him and his wife go, on one condition: Eurydice must walk behind Orpheus, and he should not turn around on their way back, until they reach the mortal realm, and if he does, he’s going back to the mortal world alone.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“Things are always easier said than done.”

“He turns around?” “Yeah.”

“That’s dumb.”

“I s’ppose… but, I think I would’ve done the same.”

“Nah, that’s ridiculous, I’d never turn around if I was him.” “It’s a long way up, it’s dark and it’s cold, he can’t hear her footsteps and he can’t see her shadow, her being a ghost. We can’t blame him for doubtin’ if she’s really behind him.”

“He could have called her name if he’s in doubt.”

“Maybe he did and she called back, but he couldn’t hear her.”

“Even if so, he can, y’know, wait until they’re up above before turning around?”

“Well, yes, but doubt got the better of him.”

“Doubt, huh, ain’t no use doubting,” he grumbles as he flips to a new page of his journal. She chuckles, “Now that’s bold of you to say. Surely you won’t say that you’ve never doubted anything before?”

“Well, no, but I’m not letting it hold me back.”

“Can’t really say the same for me. And looking back, I don’t regret a single bit of it.”

“To each their own, I guess.”

“I guess. Oh! Look to the east, that’s Jupiter.”

“Which one?”

“The big one under the cluster of stars, you see it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Arthur replies, as he marks it down on the pages. “It’s right in the middle of Taurus, the bull.”

“Bull? Can’t see it.”

“See that cluster of stars? That’s Pleiades. That’s its body, And there’s the horn– here, I’ll mark it down for you,” she says, quickly outlining the shape of the bull in his journal.

“And what a coincidence– do you know Taurus is the bull that the god Jupiter turned into?”

More stars are mapped out and more stories are told,with the rising and falling of celestial bodies being the only sign of the passage of time, and despite it being well into the midnight hours, Arthur does not feel sleepy at all. To him, the night only seems to be passing too quickly.

He steals another glance at her under the starlight. He can see her better now, despite the fading light from the embers, now that his vision has adjusted to the darkness. She looks just as beautiful as she does in the day under the daylight, her features looking all the more softer in the dim lighting. Suddenly he wishes– as silly as it is– that he can lie with her like this always, forever, until their bodies turn to bones, until the last star in the universe dies out.

“You see that board guy over there? Near Gemini?” her voice once again grasps her attention.

“What guy?” he asks, staring at the direction she is pointing towards. “You see those three bright stars? They mark his belt.” She grabs his hand and uses his finger to point out those stars for him. “And over there, that’s his bow. That’s Orion, he’s a hunter.”

“Think I see him now,” Arthur mutters, outlining the feller with his pencil.

“He kinda looks like ya, y’know, big and broad and all.” He lets out a small chuckle, “If you say so, ‘cept I don’t sparkle.”

“Right. Oh, and underneath! Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky other than Venus. It’s not fully out yet, but you can see half of Canis Major.”

“Let me guess, it’s a dog? The hunter guy’s dog?”

“Exactly, and you can see the rabbit running away from them…”

He can tell the sun is going to rise soon by the time the two finally settle down in their bedrolls, as the sky gradually changes from dark blue to pale purple. He pulls her over to the nicer bedroll before she has a chance to protest.

“I've got my own bed,” she says, though she slips under the sheets with him regardless.

“It's old 'n dirty, 'sides, we fit pretty well here don't we?”

“Hm, it's cozy enough,” she mutters mindlessly, resting her head right above his heart. She can hear his heart speeding up the second she lays her hand on the other side of his chest, but pays it little mind.

A small smile blooms across his face as she yawns, she's kind of adorable like this, soft, docile, her usual defensiveness vanished into the night.

“You're so warm…” she mumbles, right before falling asleep, “I can hold you forever like this.”

Please do, it is the last thought he has before he, too, falls into slumber.

****

Arthur heads out shortly after they went home, only to return with another man an hour later. The two are engaged in a discussion as she steps back in, putting down the basket of clean clothes in the corner. Seeing another person in the house is a strange feeling, her heart frantically jumps around her chest. They both look up, she feels she should just run off. Surely he’d recognize her, he’d know, everyone did, he’d instantly know and now she’s trapped in a house-

“Mary, was expectin’ you. Charles Smith, Mary Linton.” She reaches to shake his hand, the two make brief eye contact and engage in the courtesy.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith.” she greets, the man nods in response. She steps around the room and looks at them both. The two connected rooms offer little privacy and stepping out would be rather rude.

“C’mon, sit with us,” Arthur invites her over. She sits by him and notices the cups of coffee on the table. There was a chip on one of the cups, a large one. The silence is broken by him yet again. “This is the feller I was tellin’ you about, we ain’t met in a while.”

Charles and Mary look at each other in silence and then glance back at Arthur. “And this is Mary, figure you read about her in the papers a bit ago.” Shut up, Arthur, just shut up. Please.

“Think I did. Arthur didn’t tell me about this situation.”

“Well, i-it’s not really a thing that should get out, in case someone hears, you see.” Mary excuses. Charles shoots a look at Arthur, silently shaming him for every single choice that led up to this. He had caught on the moment she stepped in. The two pillows on the bed, the little stitched on details and his neatened up appearance. A thing Charles hadn’t before noticed was the degree of his idiocy, apparently.

Arthur notices her stilted mannerisms and places his hand on her hand under the table.

“Why then?”

“ ‘s hard to explain,” Arthur squeezes her hand. She gently squeezes back.

“Ain’t really. We share a bed.”

“Oh.”

Arthur chats with the man for a while, before the two get up to leave. Charles raises an eyebrow at him as he pulls a jacket on, questioning the whole situation. He eyes the strange lady observing them.

“You wanna come with us?” Arthur asks, it snaps her out of her trance.

“Well, I won’t be of much help or company. ‘Sides, I have things to do, you go on ahead darlin’,” Mary stands up as they step out.

Darlin’.

Arthur pauseos at the door, turning back to look at her, their eyes meet as she steps forth. The door clolpsllles, the9ootttotototo to to tttttt the 9brief moment ends as the door clicks shut. Arthur lets out a breath he only now realizes he had held in for the time. Something was missing, he thinks, but shakes the thought away.

Should have goddamn kissed her.

He gathers his thoughts for a moment and steps back to meet the younger man.

“What’s going on with you, Arthur?” Charles asks.

“Nothin’, nothin’,” Arthur denies, turning away. Charles furrows his brow.

“At this rate I’d have guessed you married her.” His tone is only half joking.

“Huh.” he feels a flush creep up his face at the thought. It’s a silly, soft thought but… that damned woman seemed to some strange aura about her. She wouldn’t ever, never in a million years even consider it would she, not with me. Fool.

“As a matter of fact ‘m hurt ya didn’t tell me.”

“Ain’t like that, Charles. She ‘n I ain’t involved like that, she’s got her own things goin’ on and she’ll probably leave me any day now.”

“Is that so?” Charles casts him a strange look as they walk into the woods, “I’ve never seen you act like that with anybody.”

Arthur sighs, he can’t help but be ashamed of these…stupid feelings, but it would probably do him good to let it out. It’s just Charles, ain’t like he will judge him for it.

“Well I do like her a bit, she’s been living with me for a while and she…she’s been real nice to me, y’know.”

“…I can tell,” Charles mutters, recalling in terror the way the two looked at each other. “Thought you were tracking her down just a while ago, and now you’re living with her?”

“Long story short, she saved my life, I owed her one, and she needed a place to hide so, we ended up sharing a roof.”

“And you said you like her?”

“Yeah?”

“Arthur,” Charles stops in his tracks, turning to look at him. “She killed her husband.”

“Yeah, that. That feller was a bastard, a child rapist. Can you blame her for that?”

Charles sighs, he can see the reason behind that woman’s action, if what she claimed was true, that is, but he sure can’t see any logic behind Arthur’s thought process. “Still. Of course she’d put him in a bad light in her story.”

“Even if she did lie to me it ain’t like I haven’t murdered anyone before. C’mon, let’s get going,” he urges.

“Fair enough. She does seem sweet on you, gotta say.”

“You really think so?” Arthur asks, his tone almost hopeful.

“That she’s sweet on you? Yeah. I’m guessing she’s why your den finally looks like a house now?”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s been a great housemate.”

Charles wants to point out that housemate seems like an odd choice of word given the way they interact, but he does not comment.“ ‘m glad to hear that, but still, be careful.”

“C’mon, if she’s going to kill me she would’ve done it weeks ago. Enough about me, how have ya been?”

“Same old. There's this beekeeper who moved near me a few weeks ago and his little army has been bothering me ever since. Nothing interesting beside that, really. How’re you two getting on?”

“A beekeeper? Never would’ve guessed voluntarily keep ‘em.”

“Mm, yeah, all sorts of folk out there. What’s she been doing in this time?”

“They live out near the fields? Saw a bunch of flowers there, seems like a nice place for ‘em.”

“Heard there was someone new in town sellin’ knitted things ‘n embroidery”

“Yup. Does he get stung by ‘em often?” “Is it her?”

“Yup, so, how’re you two gettin’ on, other than that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hm? Means what I said it meant.” Arthur shrugs.

“Hosea told me you were harbourin’ an outlaw, said it like it had passed. When’s she gonna be gone?” Charles dodges the subject.

“Hope not soon. Charles, I… I think I love her.”

A look of disapproval spreads across the other man's face. “I’m not gona do anythin’ about it, it’d… it’d be dumb.”

“C’mon, Arthur, I can see that, but I don't wanna see you get hurt. Might just be best to let her go.”

Arthur sighs heavily.

“I know, I know. S’gonna hurt anyway. Enough about her, you said you saw a stag ‘round here earlier?”

*******

“Oh, you guys are back,” Mary says, emptying a can of beans into the steaming pot.

“Yeah,” says Arthur, swinging off his satchel to hang it behind the door. “Watcha makin’?” He asks, looking over her shoulders.

“Just put together what I could find, we’re running low,” she says, stirring the mixture of beans, mushrooms, and potatoes. “And nice to see you again Mr. Smith,” she greets as the other man lays down several bundles wrapped in paper on the table.

“Charles’ fine,” he replies. Mary only hums in response.

“Yer staying for dinner?” Arthur asks. Mary secretly hopes he would refuse, not because she dislikes Arthur’s friend. In fact, she finds him a pretty nice feller, but it is just so awkward and unnatural, especially with Arthur being so at ease and Charles being clearly as uneasy as her.

Charles merely shrugs, “Sure.”

“What have you guys got?” she asks, sprinkling some salt over the pot.

“Just some rabbits. What’d ya say if we roast ‘em?”

“I’m fine with it.” Arthur nods as he grabs a knife to skin the rabbits.

“Need any help?” Charles offers.

“No, it’s fine, you’re the guest,” Arthur says.

“A guest? You’re talking like I’m a stranger,” Charles jokes as he sets himself down at the table, slightly more relaxed now.

“You come here often, Mr Smith?” Mary asks, trying to break the awkwardness.

“I used to.”

“Oh?” Mary puts the lid over the pot, before walking over to pour a glass of water for Arthur, then another for Charles. He silently thanks her with a nod.

“Well, then you came.” Suppose Arthur doesn’t want anyone interrupting you two. Charles thinks, though he knows better than to say it out loud.

Mary freezes, trying to think of the implication behind his statement. There is not a single bit of repulsion in his tone, yet his words make her feel like an intruder. She wonders if that’s what she is to his friends and family, someone uninvited, a hindrance to Arthur’s life. They won’t be wrong, she thinks, she has been nothing but a dependent with little contribution.

“I won’t be disturbing him for long,” she explains. “He’s been a great host, but I’d hate to bother him for any longer. I’ll be out of here as soon as I can, right Arthur?”

A sharp metal cling tears through the room before her words fall. Mary turns around and finds that Arthur has dropped the knife.

“…Arthur? Are you alright?”

He shakes his head out of his trance. “Yeah, am fine, my hand just slipped.”

She picks up the knife for him before returning to the stove. Charles watches as Arthur ties a string onto the rabbits.

A silent sigh escapes him. His face falls, the happiness sucked away by those words.

“You alright?”

“ ‘m fine,” he shakily picks the knife up. “These’ll be good.” he smiles, a weakness hidden behind those words.

Charles smiles back, pitying the other man.

Fine. Fine! Completely fine. Just like she’s with leaving. FINE.

“Hey, well. I hope you two had fun out there, the weathers been fine all week!” she continues. FINE, FINE, EVERYTHING’S JUST GODDAMN FINE.

“Could have used you out there too,” Charles tries to break the tension. He notices his friend's hand tighten around the knife. He places a hand on his shoulder and notices the tension in his muscles.

He snakes his hand onto Arthurs and gently places the knife on the table.

“What?” Arthur asks, confused.

“Nothin'. You're done with this, right? I'll take it to wash.”

“Oh, yeah, alright.” Arthur says. Charles drops it at the sink while Arthur kneels down before the fireplace, hanging the rabbits over the pile of logs.

Charles sits back down at the table. He notices how Arthur is still kneeling on the floor, despite having finished his work. He doesn't comment.

Arthur finally breaks out of his haze as Mary turns around, leaving the steaming pot behind. “Yer done?”

“Not yet, gotta let it simmer for a while,” she mutters, grabbing the unfinished needlework on the table. Charles immediately recognises it as Arthur's neckerchief. Huh.

Arthur brushes the ashes off his hands on his pants. “S'gonna take these at least an hour to cook too.”

“I hope you boys are not too hungry then,” says Mary, as she sits down at the edge of the bed, disappearing from their view.

“I can wait,” Charles says. Arthur casts the bedroom door another glance before sitting himself down at the table, opposite to the other man.

“So, what have you been up to, other than getting all enamored and stuff?” Charles asks with a whisper. Arthur really has been a stranger lately. He can sense something has changed in him during the past few months. Though Charles can't really tell what it is, he knows Mrs Linton and Arthur's…feelings for her, have to be the reason for it.

“Eh, nothing much, just the old stuff.”

“Y'know, your house really looks a lot nicer now.”

“Yeah, like I said she's a great housekeeper.”

“You look a lot better than before too, you know that right?”

“Do I?” Arthur gives him a funny look. “How?”

“Hard to say, but at least you don't like you're gonna die in a week anymore.”

“That's a real nice compliment coming from ya,” Arthur chuckles.

“I mean it, you look way happier than before.”

He shrugs, “S'ppose the extra company does me good.”

“...company, huh?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“So, you said you've got a new neighbor?”

“Yeah, a Jason Brown or something like that. I forgot his name and it'd be too strange to ask at this point.”

“Why? Just say you haven't got his last name or something.”

“Guess I should try that.”

“You said he keeps bees?”

“Yeah, he's given me a jar of honey a while ago. He's a pretty nice feller. His herd, not quite.”

“What'd they do?”

“They were supposed to be heading to the apple farm nearby— he mentioned something about them being pollinators and him having got a fund from the owner— but they kept heading to my house to bug me.”

“You ever got stung?”

“A couple times. Didn't even do anything to them.”

“Huh, what about that Jason feller?”

“Not as far as I know. I've seen him work from a distance before. They seemed to let him do whatever he wanted to their hive. He was wearing this net thing over his head though.” Their conversation is interrupted by Mary shuffling through, she grabs her needles. Arthur’s expression falls again, his gaze follows her out, an odd type of sadness masked behind his eyes.

****

The two men step out, Charles pats Taima’s neck in greeting, the mare nickers as he grabs her reins.

“Hope you’ll be comin’ back some time soon.” Arthur steps closer to the horse.

“Sure. You sure you’ll be alright, Arthur?” Charles asks, swinging his leg over the horse.

Arthur laughs. “ ‘course I’ll be. Just a crush is all, no reason to worry.”

“You sure?”

“Who do ya think I am? She’ll be out ‘before you’re back, it’ll… pass.” he hesitates on the word.

Charles nudges the appaloosa to a trot and leaves, glancing back at the other man, left standing in the dust. Arthur turns his gaze to the window and catches a peek at her, sitting there, working hard on another one of her projects. She tilts her head and her eye twitches.

She’ll be gone soon, she’ll be gone and there isn’t a damn thing I can do.

Arthur steps back inside and she springs up from the spot, tying off two treads and snipping them as she steps over. She pulls him down and ties a black scrap of fabric around his neck. It wasn’t what she was working on before, he notices.

“Did your friend leave?” she asks. Arthur nods as she adjusts it around his neck. “ ‘m glad to see you ain’t a real hermit just a, hm, a hermit of opportunity.”

“Can’t be a real one with ya here.” he forces a chuckle. “ ‘sides, ain’t fun like that, I don’t mind the company.”

“He'll be coming over again soon?”

“Dunno, maybe, why, do you want him to?”

“Not really.”

He gives out an airy laugh, “Oh, he'll definitely be hurt if he hears that.”

“No, not what I meant. He's a nice feller, but it's just a little bit strange with someone else here y'know?”

“What'd ya mean?”

“Guess I'm just used to being alone with you.”

A warm feeling blooms across his chest. Could she really enjoy being here with him?

Arthur swallows, calm down, she just said she was used to it. It doesn't mean anything.

“Huh, thought you'd be getting sick of my face by now.”

“Probably would have if you weren't so handsome.”

Suddenly he doesn't know where he should be looking at, and his hands feel awkward hanging besides his hips, but he doesn't know where to put them. He looks away, hoping she isn't able to see his flushed cheeks under the dim light.

“Flatterer,” he mumbles. She smiles and stands on her tiptoes to give his cheek. He has never told her, but it's his favorite way to be kissed; quick, chaste, but sweeter and more intimate than any other kiss. He can almost close his eyes and pretend it's a gesture of something more than mere habitual affection.

He realizes he's still standing at the door while she has already sat down at the edge of the bed, folding her outer clothes. He slowly makes his way towards the room to join her.

“He's not gonna visit for a while. We'll be getting plenty of alone time,” he says, playing with her hair, which she has just let down. Her curls fall onto her shoulders adorning the outline of her face. He twirls a strand around his index finger, feeling its smooth silkiness.

“Good, more fun with just you and I here, isn't it?”

“How so?” he asks with a knowing smile. The eager hands prying his collar open and the wild kiss that follows it are the only answers his need.

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Welcome Traveller,Come on in!…

Welcome to my Selfship Blog!!!(P.s I follow from @moved-to-thedoctor24-ships)

Here’s a little bit about me:

Name:Andreas/Will/Candyman

Age:15-20

Gender:Trans-masc,Nonbinary,GenderQueer

Sexuality:What could be classified as Gay

I’m only uncomfortable if you share my main f/o’s!!So Dni if you do!!!

Bundlrs + Carrd

✧˖° F/o List + More under the cut!!! ✧˖°

My F/o’s(with tags):

(The ones in Blue are the ones I’m Hyper focused on right now)

(The ones in Purple are the ones I’m always focused on)

Main F/o’s:

•Pierre Bezukhov(The Great Comet)My Wife<3(Married 10/11/23)

~🧸My Cuddly Teddy bear🧸~

•William Shakespeare(Something Rotten)My Husband<3(Married 14/2/24)

~🪶It’s Hard to be the Bard🪶~

This man confuses me:

Jack the Clown(Halloween Horror Nights):3

~🤡Hear me out guys🤡~

Secondary Mains:

•Karl Heisenberg(Re8)Fiancé

~⚙️Hobo Magneto⚙️~

•Sweeney Todd(2023 Musical)Boyfriend

~🩸Sick at Heart🩸~

•The 4th Doctor(Doctor Who)Boyfriend-ish(it’s complicated)(Actually misinterpreted my feelings towards him as paternal,as in like I wanted him to be my dad)

~🍬Have a Jelly Baby🍬~

•The 7th Doctor(Doctor Who)Boyfriend:3

~❓~

•Eric Destler(Poto)Boyfriend

~🪽My Angel🪽~

•Emmett ‘Doc’ Brown(Bttf)Queer Platonic Relationship

~⏱️Time Travel Buddies⏱️~

(I’m very against sharing specifically Pierre and Shakespeare ,but if you ship with any of my secondary’s I might soft block,just in case.)

My Familial F/o’s:

•Anatole and Hélène Kuragin(The Great Comet)Biologically Siblings

~😈Troublesome Trio😈~

•The 11th Doctor(Doctor Who)Brother-Figure

~🎀Bow Ties Are Cool🎀~

•The 12th and 14th Doctor(Doctor Who)Father/Father-Figure

Overall Tag:

~🌌You’re Like My Dad🌌~

Separate Tags:

~🌌Wibbly Wobbily Timey Wimey🌌~ Father Figure

~🙄Do you know what thinking is?🙄~Father

•Nellie Lovett(2023 Musical)Mother-Figure

~🥧Me Mum🥧~

(Fine with sharing my familial F/o’s,Feel free to gush about them to me!!)

✧˖°The End ✧˖°

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almadelsur · 11 months

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ok but…thoughts on best friends DAD with frank castle…like ur in college so 18-22 and youre in a new state to get away from your parents and you dont know anyone so your roommate becomes your best friend and you go to their house for thanksgiving break and as soon as you see your roommates dad your legs almost turn to jelly because sweet jesus thats the most attractive man youve ever seen in your life??? hes a single dad and your best friend is an only child so its just you three so whenever your bestie isnt in the room you try so hard not to stare. but he starts making conversation and asking you all about yourself and its nice because no one ever really asks you about yourself. your friend walks back in and sees you laughing at a stupid joke he made and interally theyre like “is my dad flirting with my best friend?????? 😳” but you obviously get along and actually have a good amount of things in common despite the large age gap. you end up always spending the holidays with your bestie and him to avoid being alone or going home for the holidays. at some point on one of the holidays spent at his house, its storming so he comes into the guest room to see if you need anything and one thing leads to another and he ends up fucking u into the mattress with his hand over ur mouth so ur best friend doesnt hear <3

wwowowoowow I don't know how i could EVER have missed this but she's rlly purring out here.

"I know it feels good sweetheart but you gotta keep it down" Frank's tight and restrained tone gives him away. Its almost hypocritical the way he's telling you to hush it when he himself is ramming into you so hard that the bed shakes alongside each thunderstrike of the storm outside.

Meanwhile, you just can't help but blabber incoherent moans against his salty bear-paw of a hand as he pushes your head further into the pillow and lifts your leg over his shoulder in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"atta'girl, if you cum quietly I promise to god I'll lick up my mess nice and clean" is all he has to say to have you gushing around him.

#feeling v sinful today #frank castle #the punisher #frankstuff

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bookishzelda · 2 months

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Whumpril Day 2: Sweat

Thinking about how often Link finds himself in situations that he physically should not be able to survive—but that doesn’t mean it has to be easy for him! Time to put my forever favorite Link in some peril <3

Whumpril Day 2: Sweat

TP Link

Link swiped his hand across his forehead, barely moving the hair that was plastered to his skin. The oppressive heat of the Goron Mines was almost more than he could bear. He has never felt a burning heat like this—almost like a solid wall of fire that caused him physical pain.

When he first entered the mines, he had barely found his way through the first room before he had to turn around. He simply couldn’t handle it. He had avoided making eye contact with any of the waiting Gorons, especially the elder, as he ran out into the open air. It was hot out on Death Mountain, sure, but compared to the lava-filled mines it felt like paradise.

Now here he was, sweating out everything in his body, trying desperately not to think of how deep he was venturing into the core of the fiery mountain, trapping himself in some earthly version of hell. His usually light armor was weighing down on him, the metal chain mail seeming to draw in all the heat from the room and burning his skin through his shirt. He felt sluggish, his arms not seeming to work at the speed that they should as he delivered the killing blow to a Dodongo. He could feel his entire body dripping with sweat, flooding under his clothes and soaking him through.

Through the fog in his brain he managed to notice a thick chain with a handle lying on the ground. Reluctantly he put on his iron boots and grabbed the handle, searing his hands through his fingerless leather gloves. Bracing his feet against the ground, he pulled with all his strength, revealing a wall that slid out in a groove on the floor. Link could see that there was now an accessible door—but he would have to hop across the islands in the lava to get to it, and he just didn’t know if he could manage a running start. He stood holding the agonizingly hot chain, trying to take deep breaths of the fatally dry air as he gathered his strength. Finally, he took off his iron boots and mustered all his energy, and made a run for it.

His legs felt like stone as he launched himself onto the islands, his back burning as he heard a magma geyser gush forth behind him. As soon as he reached the door, he collapsed, his shaking legs giving way under him. He panted from the exertion, feeling the sweat continue to pool under his armor. His mind seemed to be twelve steps behind where it should be, and his trembling limbs felt like Chu jelly.

Could he really do this after all? Should he turn back?

No. He couldn’t. The kids needed him. Ilia needed him. Hyrule needed him.

He used the stone wall to force himself to his feet and stumbled to the door. He braced against it and rolled it aside just enough for him to slip through.

When he entered the room on the other side, he blinked hard. Although the air felt a little cooler in here, what he saw before him could only be a mirage, or some sort of hallucination. Cautiously he made his way toward the edge of the ground and reached down to touch the pool in front of him. When he realized what it truly was, his eyes teared up in utter relief.

Water.

#Whumpril2024 #whumprilday2 #Tloz #tloz fanfic #my writing #tp link

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monster-tree · 2 years

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溺れる魚 by deadman, kanji & translation [ENG & PL]

Kanji

please mother もう耐えられないいくら待っても泣き崩れ瞼を塞ぐ始末 daddy 息が出来ないいくら泣いても水流が肺の中を満たすだけ

for give me ask of god 祈るしか術は無い help me ask of god 祈るしか術は無い

please mother 見つかる前にもう行かなくちゃ手が震えミルクをこぼす始末 daddy 息が出来ないヒステリックな痛みが体中を満たすだけ

for give me ask of god 縋るしか術は無い help me ask of god 縋るしか術は無い

飛び下りるまでの自責に神経は壊れ果てて水槽はグルグル廻る水槽はグルグル廻る苦悩の果てに向けられた自裁そうだろmother

please また同じ悪夢痙攣起こす湧き出る血啄まれてる始末 darling 黒い血の海深く沈んで水鳥の叫びに目覚めるだけ

for give me ask of god 祈るしか術は無い help me ask of god 祈るしか術は無い

押し潰されてる自責に神経は壊れ果てて水槽ゼリー溺れてる水槽ゼリー溺れてる苦悩の果てに向けられたscissor そうだろmother

Translation [ENG] - Sinking Fish

Please, mother, I can’t bear it anymore. No matter how long I wait and cover my eyes, I can’t stop shedding tears Daddy, I can’t breathe. No matter of my laments, it’s only the water that keeps flowing into my lungs*

I ask god to forgive me, I can’t even pray anymore I ask god to help me, I can’t even pray anymore

Please, mother, I must go before I am found, milk spills because of my trembling hands Daddy, I can’t breathe. The only thing filling my body is overwhelming pain

I ask god to forgive me, there is nothing to hold onto anymore I ask god to help me, there is nothing to hold onto anymore

My nervous system is about to collapse because of the self condemnation I sink into Water tank keeps spinning. Water tank keeps spinning

I reached the point when only suicide can put an end to the anguish, isn’t that right, mother? Please, I wake up spasming from the same nightmare again and thus I am jabbing until blood gushes out Darling, I sink into the sea of black blood and only the shriek of water birds awakes me

I ask god to forgive me, I can’t even pray anymore I ask god to help me, I can’t even pray anymore

My nervous system is crushed by the self condemnation Sinking underneath the surface of jelly filled water tank. Sinking underneath the surface of jelly filled water tank. Only pointing scissors at myself can put an end to the anguish, isn’t that right, mother?

* instead of air

Tłumaczenie [PL] - Tonąca ryba

Proszę, matko, nie mogę dłużej tego znieść. Bez względu na to ile czekam i zakrywam oczy, nie mogę przestać płakać Tatusiu, nie mogę oddychać. Bez względu na to, ile łkam, jedynie woda wypełnia me płuca*

Proszę boga, żeby mi wybaczył, nawet nie mogę się już modlić Proszę boga, żeby mi pomógł, nawet nie mogę się już modlić

Proszę, matko, muszę iść zanim mnie znajdą. Przez moje drżące dłonie rozlewam mleko Tatusiu, nie mogę oddychać. Jedynym, co wypełnia me ciało jest przytłaczający ból

Proszę boga, żeby mi wybaczył, nie ma już nic, co utrzymałoby mnie na powierzchni Proszę boga, żeby mi pomógł, nie ma już nic, co utrzymałoby mnie na powierzchni

Mój układ nerwowy zdaje się rozpadać przez samo potępienie, w które wpadłem Zbiornik wodny obraca się. Zbiornik wodny obraca się

Dotarłem do momentu, w którym tylko samobójstwo może wyzwolić mnie od tej męki, czyż nie jest tak, matko? Proszę, znów budzę się w spazmach przez ten sam koszmar, dlatego też kłuję, dopóki nie wytryśnie krew Kochanie, tonę w morzu wypełnionym czarną krwią i tylko krzyk ptaków mnie wybudza

Proszę boga, żeby mi wybaczył, nawet nie mogę się już modlić Proszę boga, żeby mi pomógł, nawet nie mogę się już modlić

Mój system nerwowy rozpada się przez samo potępienie Tonąc w zbiorniku wypełnionym galaretą. Tonąc w zbiorniku wypełnionym galaretą Tylko wycelowanie w siebie nożyczek może wyzwolić mnie od tej męki, czyż nie jest tak, matko?

* zamiast powietrza

#lyrics translation #translation #visual kei #visual kei translations #Nagoya Kei #deadman #deadman mako #mako deadman #溺れる魚 #眞呼 #deadman translations

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Oooooooh smut prompt tiiime 😈 the options are killing me but maybe 101 & 103 with Poe?? If you want?

A/N: Oh a sexy time with everyone’s favorite resistance pilot? Sign me up! Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY NSFW (Oral (M! & F! Receiving), unprotected sex, p in v sex, rough sex, forest sex)

My Masterlist

Meet Me on Endor

The moon of Endor is stunning. It's a beautiful place to be with its towering trees, lush forests, and lovable creatures that roam like overstuffed teddy bears. Once a month, you were able to escape your assignment on one of the resistance's cruisers in deep space and meet up with your lover for a rendezvous away from everyone else. You land the x-wing in the open field and walk towards Poe, leaning against his ship, arms crossed and smiling. You give a small smile back and toss him the blanket and take off into the woods.

The only sound is Poe's breathing, which becomes more erratic as you get to the spot, your spot. The crunch of leaves loudly echoing off the dense forest. When you finally walk deep enough, you turn and take the blanket from his arms. The two of you fluffing it out before moving to the buttons and zippers of your flight suit. There is no time for romance when there is a war going on, so your monthly meetings on the planet Endor are all the time you get. The only moment the two of you can strip and fuck without anyone coming to disturb. Especially a loveable orange and white droid.

Poe kneels down on the blanket and pulls your hips toward him. The stubble that is beginning to grow on his face scratches. He nips at the skin of your waist and hips. Your hands running through his onyx curls, still wet from the fresher he jumped in before leaving the base. His hands trail slowly up and down your legs, and the goosebumps form at the way his rough hands go a burning path. His hands move to glide upside the inside of your thighs, and you shiver as he gets closer and closer to where you want him.

"Lay down," his hands leave you, and you whimper but one look from Poe, and you drop to your knees and move to lay, but his hand stops you. "Wait, stay right there." He stands before your kneeling form, "open your mouth." You open your mouth, and he guides his thick cock between your lips. His lips opening to form a small o as you lick the underside of his cock. His hand comes down to your head and guiding him further inside. You feel the tears behind your eyelids, and you let out a groan as you feel him hit the back of your throat. One of his hands moves down to your throat and squeezes gently, and you feel a gush of heat between your legs.

"Open your eyes, look at me," he lets out a grunt, and you look up at him through the thick veil of your lashes. "You are so beautiful, all the time. But especially when your choking on my cock," his words have the desired effect, and you moan around him, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

He pulls out, and you let out a loud gasp as the air reinflates your lungs. "Lay down, Commander," you command, and he drops to his knees and lays on his back. His hands come behind his head, and he smirks at you from the blanket.

"Take what you want, baby," he teases, and then his eyes widen as you lower your dripping pussy on his face. His hands shot up to pull you down, burrowing his tongue within your folds. Your hands intertwine with his that is digging into your thighs as he eats you out. You bite down on your lip to suppress the screams as he plunders your pussy. Collecting your slick on his tongue and making obnoxious groans that send delicious vibrations up your spine.

Your orgasm slams into you like a freight train, and you bite down hard enough to draw blood as he releases your hands and keeps your hips down on his face. He licks up every drop that you release until you slap his hands away and slide down his chest, leaving a trail of wetness in your wake. You move down to lick it all up, and his eyes darken as you swirl around his nipple and bite down softly.

You pump his cock a few times before lining yourself up and sinking down on him. His hands move behind his head again, and he grins, "Bounce on my cock, make yourself cum." You do as he says and push up, almost taking him out all the way before dropping down onto him. His eyes close, and he just takes it as you fuck him into the blanket. One of your hands dropping down to your clit and rubbing. The other moves down to his nipple and twists it between your fingers. It doesn't take long with how wound up the two of you are. Your orgasms coming at almost the same time. You tighten around him and gush all over him, your pussy milking him of all his cum.

You drop to his side, and both of you look up into the blue sky above. He takes a few breaths and then turns his head to you. "Ready to go again?" he grins and reaches between your legs.

Four hours later, the two of you are fucking exhausted. The small lunch you ate doing what it could to replenish your energy, but it would be better if you slept. But you can't bring yourself to stop as he presses your hands deeper into the tree bark, his body slamming into you from behind. "We've been out it like rabbits; how are you still horny?" you shout over your shoulder, and he lets out a laugh.

"I've fucking missed you. I get you alone once a month; I'm making up for all the times I had to use my hand!" The sound of a ship in the distance has you both pause and hold your breath—the hiss of a landing ramp loud in the empty. Poe takes a step and moves you further behind the tree to cover you both.

"Are you sure he's here, buddy? What makes you think Poe's in trouble?" Finn's voice booms out, and you tense. The beeps of a familiar droid replying back. "You tracked his ship? Oh wait, yeah, it's over here…and is that... what's their ship doing here too?"

Poe moves again, a hand coming down to rub your clit. You hiss, "stop, they are coming over here!" He shushes you and continues to move. "Please remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree when your best friend and droid are just over there!"

His hand comes over your mouth, and he bites down on your shoulder. "Because I need you, I'm in fucking love with you, and I want to cum with you one more time before we're interrupted, and I don't see you again for a month." He picks up the pace, and the slap of his skin is louder than you want, but in a moment, the both of you are cumming again, no less intense than the last four hours as he holds your body against his chest, both of you panting.

"What did you find BB-8?" You hear some rustling from over where you left the blanket. "Oh...BB-8 I think we should go back to the ship." BB's beeps are almost frantic, and Finn does his best to calm him down. "No, no buddy, I don't think someone kidnapped them and left their clothes…We should really go back to the ship." Finn's footsteps lead away and back towards the ship.

"No, no, buddy, I think this is something you should talk about with your dad when you're older." Finn sounds so uncomfortable the two of you have to cover your mouths to suppress the laughs.

When the ship takes off, Poe pulls out and watches as your combined cum drips out of you. "Hey," you draw his attention, and he looks into your eyes smiling, "I love you too."

He pulls you close for a kiss, "I know." The two of you move slowly to pull on your clothes and head back over to your ships. This was always the most challenging part, saying goodbye. "I should go before my droid sends out a search party." You let out a watery chuckle, but the smile never really meets your eyes. "Hey," he brushes the tears off your cheeks, "Just a little longer, and then you can transfer to the base with me, and we won't have to meet like this once a month."

You nod and let out a shaky breath. His lips are soft and warm, and you feel like jelly in his arms. You pull away first and reach for the bag in your cockpit, him doing to same. You exchange the bags and give him another longing kiss before you climb into your ship and take off. When you get back to the ship and pull the bag out, your eyes swell with more tears. Pulling off your clothes, you pull on his shift and sweats, putting them to your nose and inhaling deeply. Comforted in the smell and warmth of the one you love. "Just a little longer," you whisper before sleep takes you.

Taglist: @oldstuffnewstuff @yespolkadotkitty @heythere-mel @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie @anetteaneta @lunarthoughts @aellynera @lucifer- @houseofthirst @chicken-ona-stick @agirllovespancakes @amberembers @santiagogarcia @jedi-mando @spider-starry @idreamofboobear @aerolanya @josepedropascal @revolution-starter @mariesackler @rebelliouscat @demoncrypt1066 @goalkeepernerd @ghostwiththemostbitch

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #Star Wars #Female Reader #Oscar Isaac #poe dameron imagine #Autumn Writes

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dreamcatcherjiah · 3 years

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GAME NIGHT🧩🎲

§ Drabble requested by @gloryofroses19! I’ve attached a photo of your request at the end of the drabble! I hope you like it 🥺💕

§ Pairing: KTH x Reader (OT7 x S/Os)

§ Word count: 1.3k

§ Warnings: Does chaos count as a warning? LOL There is like one (1) swearword, no biggie. (none, it’s just wholesome fluff)

§A/N: would you guys want me to create a permanent taglist for you guys to be in when I publish these kinds of requests? I have the ones in each series I write, but I don't have a permanent one... You guys let me know if you want!! ILY🥺

“Okay, the ground rules,” said Namjoon, his voice reigning over the chaos in the room. Whenever Bangtan and Co. got together, the noise was inevitable. “No snacks while we’re playing cards, I don’t want to get my fingers all sugary, YES I AM LOOKING AT YOU, JIN HYUNG!” The eldest hid his face against his girlfriend’s shoulder, causing her to laugh at his antics.

“Next, we are NOT playing Monopoly,” added his significant other, “y’all are millionaires but, give you guys those pink bills and you become a bunch of thieving twats.”

Taehyung ignored the rest of the rules as the leader continued chatting away, going over the cheating habits of each of his friends, and telling them one by one which games they would NOT be playing. Tae found himself not caring what they said about him, so focused as he was in your antics as you laughed at what was going on around you. Happiness filled every crevice of your face, your eyes alight with mirth as you turned your head and smiled at him.

You edged your way closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, filling his heart with so much love the only thing he could do was just smile until his cheeks hurt.

“Okay, so we’re starting with charades, since we are all here we can just pair up as we are,” said Yoongi, sitting with his back against the couch and holding his girlfriend’s hand on top of his thigh. “We can write team names in slips of paper and pick them out of a bag, to see who plays first.”

Murmurs of agreement rose from his friends as they scattered to pick up what they needed. Jin came back into the living room with a BT21 notepad that had RJ’s face plastered on the back, Hoseok entered with a bright green pen that oddly resembled the stem of a daisy with the cap filled with white small petals; Jimin gave a black beanie to Yoongi to use as a bag — “all the bags I have are either too big, too transparent or too expensive to use for this,” he said. Since the beanie suited you for your purposes just fine, all of you settled back to wait while team names were called around in the room and Yoongi jotted them down. There was a Kim Seokjin team that oddly belonged to Namjoon and his girlfriend, a charade team, a Meow team, yours being Winter Bear… When it was time for Jungkook and his girlfriend to pick a name his absence was noticed for the first time.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” Screamed Jimin, almost getting up to go looking for him, just when a sheepish-looking JK showed up coming from the kitchen, arms loaded with bags of chips, a couple of cans of beer, sodas and a bag filled with jellies hanging from his fingers. He stood next to one of the columns of the living room while everyone was looking at him, his eyes looking back and his mouth fighting a knowing smile.

“I thought we agreed on no snacks,” said Namjoon, raised eyebrow and jaw locked.

“You said “no snacks” while playing cards, and besides,” said JK, cheekily, “I brought these so you can’t complain.”

He turned his back to the room, showing how he had jammed a packet of wet wipes into his back pocket. Joon closed his mouth, somehow impressed at the way the young man had had to circumvent, once again, the sacrosanct NO SNACK rule. That made it the 5th time in two weeks.

“Alright, the names are ready. Now, when you pick a name, Namjoonie will click the randomiser on his phone to give one on the team something to mimic,” directed Yoongi. “No cheating, I will know.”

Laughing at Yoongi’s bravado, it was decided that one of the girls would be the innocent (“not one of them is innocent though, look at their faces, they’re all evil”, “Jin hyung, shut up.”) hand that would pic the first team.

“WINTER BEAR TEAM, YOU’RE UP!”

Groaning and pouting, Taehyung got up from your place on the couch and picked you up as well. His pout was so adorable you just couldn’t stop gushing over him while the others waited for you to decide who would mimic and who would guess.

“I’ll guess,” Tae told you, pushing a strand of hair away from your forehead, looking at you in the eye, a mischievous glint barely concealed. “You just give me a show, baby!”

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” Shouted the group. Seeing how he was behaving, you already knew the exasperation of the group was only going to increase as you played but you just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be the centre and sole focus of Kim Taehyung’s attention.

You softly slapped his wrist as he tried to pull you close to him, and Namjoon showed you his phone where the words Van Gogh gleamed black against the white background. You smiled, this was in the bag already.

Facing Taehyung, his eyes never leaving yours, you raised two fingers, telling him the number of words and, after his nod, you made the motion of painting something with a brush. Seeing recognition in his eyes, you smirk and proceeded to cover your left ear with your hand. Judging by his face, he got it! You knew the moment you read the name in Joonie’s phone that Tae would get it. How could he not, when he was such an artistic soul? Vante would get it.

“I got it!” He shouted, Yoongi nodding, understanding as well who it was that you were mimicking. “A very beautiful orchestra conductor!”

Your face must have been a poem, his boxy smile showing how much he was enjoying teasing you. Yoongi’s elbow, which was resting against the side of the couch, slipped when he heard what Tae had said. Hoseok was looking at your boyfriend with a no-nonsense expression that would have scared everyone looking at him. But Tae wasn’t looking at him, since he only had eyes for you and the noticeable blush that was gracing your cheeks.

You singled for him to repeat, mimicking the three giving signs again, hoping that this time he would just say it.

“Mmmm…” he murmured, a hand resting on his chin as he thought. “A traffic police officer!”

You just had to laugh at how adamant he was on stalling the game. You two laughed together as indignant claims raised from your friends. “YAH, KIM TAEHYUNG, THOSE WERE THREE WORDS,” screamed Jungkook. “Yeah! She specifically signalled for TWO!” Supported Jimin.

Trying for the third time, you looked him in the eye while you signalled for the last time hoping he would finally get it.

“AH! OKAY!” He screamed.

“FINALLY!” Shouted Jin, getting ready to pick another slip of paper from the beanie and looking at Taehyung wide-eyed.

“IT’S SO EASY, HOW DID I NOT GET IT FIRST!?” He lamented, pulling his sleeves up and getting ready to guess for the last time.

Everyone was hanging on the edge of their seats, some frowning, some paying rap attention, waiting with batted breath for him to talk.

“IT WAS GEORGE WEASLEY ALL ALONG!”

“YAH, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!” Said Yoongi, yanking him back down to the couch.

“This idiot knows the answer, he just wants to make us lose time!” Complained Seokjin, already pulling a new slip of paper out of the beanie, “Jungkook and Bora, you up!”

You walked back to the couch where Taehyung was sitting while the rest of the group focused on the couple playing now. He pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap as you cuddled closer to him, your head on his collarbone and his chin resting atop yours. After a while of just hugging and watching the rest of your friends play, he moved his head so that his lips were next to your ear and whispered:

“That was the hottest imitation of Vincent Van Gogh I have ever seen, love.”

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Shinsou x Reader x Deku Zoo HC’s

Pairing: Poly ShinDeku x Reader/Shinsou x Reader x Izuku

Description: A day trip to the zoo with Reader!

Warnings: Established poly relationship, otherwise none. Maybe tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: First and foremost! Both boys and the Reader are in an established poly relationship, are Pro!Heroes, and are aged 21+. Bet y’all can’t guess where I went today lol. Today had hella Shinsou vibes, and of course I will forever love the green ball of sunshine that is Izuku Midoriya, so this happened. Enjoy!

A Day At The Zoo

-It’s so rare that the three of you ever end up with the same day off together, so most of the time you have to plan ahead if you want to have outings or adventures, the zoo included!

-It was Deku’s idea first. Well, not idea per se; he just suggested it in passing and you hopped on that train of thought so freaking fast! A whole day spent looking at cute animals with your cute boyfriends? Um, yes please!

-Shinsou had never been to the zoo before, so he didn’t really understand the hype at first. What exactly was the point in visiting animals other than cats? Especially when you can’t pet or hold them? But if it made you and Izuku happy, then who was he to say no?

-Izuku recommended a zoo that was a little bit farther away than your local one, but it had so much more than the typical barnyard animals at yours. He’d gone a few times himself for fundraisers and meetings but you and Shinsou had never been there before.

-So the three of you planned out a day in advance, took the day off from your respective places of work, and thus, the adventure began!

-You talked about it for weeks beforehand, right up until you were parked at the front gates. “Are you guys excited? Because I am SO excited! I’m gonna pet the goats, and the stingrays, and the sharks, and look at all the birds, and take so many pictures-!”

-The first thing you spot is the giant monarch butterfly chilling on the flowers outside of the front gates, so you already know it’s gonna be a good day. You already have your camera whipped out to take a pic.

-Izuku thinks it’s the cutest thing, and Shinsou is literally taking a picture of you taking a photo of the butterfly. The butterfly might be photogenic, but honestly, he thinks you’re the real work of art here.

-The three of you pay and no sooner than when the receipt was in Shinsou’s hand were you running off to the first exhibit, both boys trying to keep up with your pace so they didn’t lose you.

-The first exhibit had some arctic animals like polar bears and seals, which you watched for a while with a content smile on your face. The bears were up and playing around with a dented bucket and a huge rubber ball, and you got some really cool pictures of them. Izuku even managed to get a video of a seal gliding through their underwater tunnel.

-Once again Shinsou is taking pictures of you taking pictures of the animals, because he thinks it’s absolutely adorable. He has this little smirk on his face as he watches you from the camera lens. Although he has to admit, the polar bears are super cute.

-You keep bouncing around from exhibit to exhibit. One moment the boys are watching the wolves with you, and the next, you’ve wandered over to the giraffes by yourself. Shinsou briefly wonders if they should invest in one of those backpacks with a leash for you.

-Eh, they can just use Izuku’s arms instead. At some point in the day, you’re not really sure when, Izuku just resulted in wrapping his arms around you and holding you while you’re looking at exhibits to keep you from running off. He likes to rest his chin on your head and listen to you gush about how cute the animals are.

-And when you’re walking from place to place, you can bet he’s immediately reaching for your hand to lace his fingers in yours. You end up in between him and Shinsou who also wants to hold hands with you.

-You point out all the animals, even the ones that aren’t a part of the zoo, and the boys think it’s endearing. “Awe, look at this dove over here in it’s nest! Isn’t it so cute!?”

-”Y/N, I don’t think-” He’s being good-natured about it and laughing because he finds it sweet, but Izuku can’t finish his sentence because Hitoshi is slapping a hand over his mouth.

-”Just let them be. It’s precious.”

-”Hello, Mr. Squirrel!” You probably name all of the local ducks and geese walking around, too.

-Eventually you guys make it to the aviary, and you start to explore all the bird exhibits.

-Shinsou, immediately: “It’s so loud in here.”

-Izuku seems to know little random bits of information on the birds, and really enjoys watching them fly around.

-”Shinsou,” you beg him, “can you take my picture next to this giant bird!?”

-He perks up a little after that. Also, he already took your picture. He’s super sneaky and really good at taking pics while you’re not looking. Some of the best photos he has of you and Izuku are candids he took without you knowing. Nothing terrible; they’re all literally still shots of your smiles, your eyes, or just of the two of you doing routine things. His whole camera roll is full of you and Izuku.

-After the birds, you come to the penguin exhibit.

-Penguins just so happen to be Izuku’s favorite animal at the zoo. He loves how they waddle around without a care in the world, and he thinks their black and white patterns are just so unique!

-Definitely embarrasses Shinsou by imitating the penguin walk. He’s a goofball with the two of you, you know he would! And you’re right there with him, following him around with your hands at your sides as you waddle behind him.

-”I don’t know them,” Shinsou jokes with the people next to you. But he loves you both, you can tell by the way he’s smiling. He thinks it’s cute how the two of you act like this together...in a dorky way, but still.

-Finally, you guys get to the aquarium. The moment you step through the door, Shinsou is practically mesmerized by the fish. He’s never seen so many before; there’s so many colors and shapes and sizes...

-He feels peaceful while he’s watching them swim around.

-You like all the really weird fish. Izuku likes the tropical ones with all the crazy colors, and Shinsou...

-He loves the moon jellies. The second he stepped in front of that tank, he was gone. You and Izuku just watch him for a moment as he relaxes his shoulders and stares into purple tinted waters, totally serene and carefree.

-Izuku takes a 2 minute long video of him bc the moment is just so precious. RIP anyone else who wanted to look at the jellyfish today, bc Shinsou’s literally been there for like 10 minutes now

-Shinsou decides he really likes the zoo after that. Every other exhibit is much more enjoyable and he’s in such a better mood. Not that he was in a bad mood when he first got there, it’s just that he didn’t see the point in all of it at first.

-Izuku also spends a while looking at the sea turtles, which happen to be his second favorite animal.

-You guys spent the most amount of time in the aquarium no thanks to Hitoshi, but you did manage to make it to the museum before it closed for the afternoon as well.

-Izu reads all the plaques out loud to the two of you and tells you all about the animals and displays. Some of them are interactive, and you can’t help yourself from pressing every single button and listening to the noises and information it gives you.

-There’s a section in the museum where you can pet stingrays. You had never done something like that before, and neither had the boys, so the three of you decided to give it a go.

-It was so soft.

-Stingrays feel like wet velvet, almost.

-Izuku decides he’s done so he just ends up taking pictures of you and Shinsou. But soon you’re done too so you grab Hitoshi to leave, however-

-You and Izuku are walking away and suddenly: “Uh, Y/N? Wasn’t Shinsou with you?” “No, I thought he was with you?” “Where’s our boyfriend!?”

-You turn back around and he’s still there petting the stingrays. He’s SO fascinated, please don’t make him leave. He’s having the time of his life! It melts both of your rapidly beating hearts (you know, from the mini heart attack you had bc your other third was missing for a second).

-You both let him stay there for however long he wants, and when he reluctantly leaves (finally), you make your way to the giant gift shop at the end of the zoo.

-You guys buy so much stuff it’s not even funny. Partly because as Pros, you have the money to spend, and partly because you want to support the zoo so you can come back. They always appreciate business and donations.

-Speaking of donations, Izuku whips out his checkbook and makes a huge donation to a cause for sea turtles. The zoo is super thankful and you couldn’t be more proud.

-You’re sure that if there was fund for jellyfish, Shinsou would be donating too.

-You all end up buying each other a plush of your fav animals; Izu gets a penguin, Shinsou gets a jellyfish, and you get your favorite animal too.

-You may or may not have bought a shirt as well... It has the zoo’s museum name on it along with some really cute animals.

-All in all a really great day!

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-Shinsou wants to book another trip as soon as you all are back home. He loves the zoo now and he wants to go, like, all of the time.

-You and Izu have caught him watching jellyfish videos on youtube on more than one occasion. He finds them relaxing and can’t wait to go see the real thing again.

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callmehopeless · 4 years

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Any thots on werewolf!clyde and lactation kink 👀

Lactation kink hc's for reader bred by Werewolf!Clyde or Vampire!Kylo

CLYDE LOGAN WITH A LACTATION KINK PLEASE AND THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK (sorry got a lil too excited )

(It is clear to me you guys WANT THE GOODS. Also for anon who didn’t request this was werewolf!clyde, I am also able to do regular Clyde if you’d prefer - just let me know!)

After the pups are born, Clyde is the happiest he’s been in his whole damned life. Seeing the way they snuggle peacefully, seeing their little eyes light up when he walks into the room - that’s the greatest joy he’s ever had

You are fucking incredible, and he could not be a prouder or happier mate

Not only that - but you’re fucking beautiful to him. You look incredible; full of life and vibrant, in every form you shift into

Six months after the pups are born; he smells it in your blood, and Clyde’s whole body just sings out with it

You’re going into heat again

The pups get to stay with Mellie for a few days, who is more than happy to take the little wolves off of your hands. Clyde’s anxious about letting them out of his sight, but right now his darling mate needs him, and he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to make up for all that time you’ve spent patiently waiting for it

His rut ebbs in a few hours later, and oh fuck, he has to have you

Clyde rips through your clothes like they’re made of paper - eliciting a gasp as he tears through everything, cock aching and drooling against his stomach

“Look at you,” he licks his lips, kissing at the juncture of your throat, “ain’t you just perfect?”

Your moan makes his legs turn to jelly, and Clyde’s hand roams over the planes of your body

He cups your breast; feels how heavy it is in his palm. Heavier now than its ever been - your nipple darker, rounder than he remembers it was. Absolutely stunning, and every inch of it, for the next few days, is his

He’s never been shy during his ruts before. Never hesitated to worship your tits as absolutely exquisite and fucking beautiful. Never hesitated, when in the depth of your heat, to tell you how excited he is at the thought of tasting your milk

Without the pups here to drink their share, you’d have to pump during your heat. And Clyde just knows that’s time you can’t bear to spend parted from him: knows how tough it is to be apart for even a moment without his knot tight inside you

So he’ll gladly help you

Gladly taste you

He waits until his knot thickens; waits until he’s gasping, groaning into your skin as you whisper his name. Waits until the slick is seeping over his knot, and you’re cumming from the endless bliss

When you cum: dear fuck, he sees the way you toss your head back. Sees the way beads of creamy white form on your nipples, slowly dripping in thin streams across the mounds of your breasts

Clyde’s cock pulses hard at the sight, and your red eyes meet his

“It’s all for you,” you whimper, licking your lips, “every drop.”

Holy shit

With a groan, he brings his tongue to catch the drip, and the taste

The taste is the concentrated flavour of your scent, but in the sweetest, creamiest form. Every cell in his body ignites, and Clyde brings his lips to pucker and suck more from you

With his hand, he kneads your other breast, pinching at the nipple and making you squirm beneath him

The amount you produce is just

Incredible

He’s heard of human women spraying from their tits before, but to see the way his pinched fingers make you gush over him is absolute bliss

As werewolves have bigger litters, they definitely tend to produce more milk than the average human, but holy fuck

It’s amazing

Clyde will drink down every drop you’ll let him have, and for as long as he’s sucking - his knot won’t go down. Hell, he’ll cum so much that his balls ache and his heart is throbbing in his chest, and god, this is so good, this is so amazing

And you’re enjoying it just as much - he can tell by your scent. Tell it feels like heaven to have him emptying you, making you feel so loved with his knot tight in your cunt and his lips on your tits

Even when you’re sleeping and begin to leak for him, Clyde will get so unbelievably hard and automatically help you out. Pucker his lips against your weeping tit and suckle, feeling so warm and loved as you stroke his hair

Your body is incredible, and he will never stop worshipping it

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #werewolf!clyde #logan lucky #honeyed eyes #lactation kink #lactating #werewolf!au #Anonymous #Mail #pregnancy #tw: pregnancy

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owlespresso · 3 years

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Glad your requests are open again! Could I get some Astarion with an s/o that is into biting?

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The grass is dulled with the first touches of winter. It’s only a week into the lifeless season, yet the temperatures have taken a nose dive. Which is why you count your blessings now, staring up at the grey skies, back nestled against the dying foliage.

It’s going to snow, soon. The eerie swarm of clouds that hangs above the forest tells you as much, but you remain where you are, taking comfort in knowing shelter is only a few steps away.

It would be a shame to move when Astarion is seated right next to you, having plopped himself down of his own accord. You like to think it’s significant progress, given the open disdain he didn’t hesitate to show you during the first days of your travels.

He’s been rattling on about the last battle you found yourselves in, complaining at the sudden change in weather, and theorizing the parasite that’s nestled snuggly within your brains. Just jumping from one topic to the next as though he’s been bottling all these thoughts up, waiting to dump them on the first person he can trust to listen.

You have to wonder if you’re the closest person to him among your little group. Does he seek you out more than he seeks the others, or are you just imagining it? Just hoping for it?

You wrinkle your nose and try not to think about it, feel a flush of relief when he at last quiets.

Not that you ever want him to stop speaking, not with that velvety voice of his. But you try to keep your thoughts distinctly away from your looming, seemingly inevitable fate. You try to preserve and fan the flames of your hope.

“Do you… have you ever gotten tired of it, yet?” you ask him, staring up at the harsh, grey skies. Winter’s bitter tinge has long crept across your skin and hooked its claws into your bones, even through your thick sleeves. “All of the traveling? And relying on our companions?

Astarion gives a small huff. His gaze remains stuck on the forest that stands on the other side of the brook. Its branches have been picked clean by the changing seasons. He’s thinking, you realize, about his next meal. About the next forest creature he will descend upon with teeth and daggers, about the next unsuspecting morsel he’ll prey upon.

The thought makes you swallow. Not out out fear, but something distinctly different. A warm, gooey feeling you don’t want to think about.

“Please. This is the freest I’ve been in the last two hundred years. I will gladly take the wretched swamps and mile long treks over Cazador’s dingy dungeons. Any day. In a heartbeat—someone else’s, of course, given the state of mine.”

His gaze sweeps from the cluttered horizon to sweep up and down your lounged body, lingering on the swell of your hips, the round of your chest. He studies with an open fascination that makes you want to curl up and away from him. It’s a keen intrigue, something deep-seated and predatory. Even after traveling with him for two weeks, you’re still defenseless against his low, crooning voice and hooded, sultry gazes.

“Mm,” you hum in acknowledgement, because you’re not sure what else to say to that.

“As for our merry little band of miscreants… you depend on me as much as I depend on you. It’s an even trade, as far as I’m concerned,” he waves off your concerns with little to no concern, bringing a knee to his chest whilst the other leg remains stretched out in front of him. “And if you’re worried about my personal opinion on you all as individuals... well, let’s just say I have my favorites.”

“And where do I fall on your list?” you can’t help but ask, genuinely curious rather than teasing. You can see your breath in the air, your words coming out as a frosty plume. They come out without thinking, and for a brief moment you nearly panic. Heat rises to your cheeks as you struggle for the words to walk it back.

“Oh, you? Well, you’re my favorite,” he replies with smooth ease, his voice dipping down to a sultry purr. The grass shifts and crunches underneath him as he shifts to lean over you, fixing you with a wry smile. All too soon, you’re reminded of a few nights ago, him hunched over your neck, eyes alight like a predator’s. The now nearly faded marks on your throb with the memory. His handsome profile, lit softly by firelight.

“Really?”

“Of course. No one else in our merry little band has offered themselves up on a silver platter. I’m quite sure they would balk at the idea of feeding a vampire. I can think of a few who would come at me with a stake as soon as I revealed my true nature,” he sighs languidly, a hand reaching down to cup your cheek. His palm is cold against your skin, but your breath hitches and you shut your eyes, allowing him to nudge your face to the side, revealing the stretch of your neck to him. “So pliant, too. Though I would prefer to think this aspect of your personality is reserved for me and me alone.”

“Well, I’m not going to roll over for just anyone,” you assure him with a roll of your eyes. There’s no bite in your voice, but you feel a roll of warm anticipation hit your gut when he fixes you with a keen gaze.

“Consider me flattered. And most grateful. Might I encroach upon your kindness just a tad more this afternoon?” His eyes are hooded, his smile widening because he knows you’ll agree. You exhale shakily.

“Go ahead,” you shut your eyes, brace yourself for the hook of his teeth into your waiting flesh.

“You are a delight,” he flatters shamelessly. His breath brushes against your skin, prompting goosebumps to raise along your arms. Your heart thump, thump, thumps against your ribs like a bird’s wings against the bars of its gilded cage.

He can hear it, his eyelids lowering, smile widening as he ghosts lips across your neck. He explores slowly, drifting slow kisses from the crook of your shoulder to the curve of your jaw. Each osculation is more tender than the last, but you still sigh and shudder, shutting your eyes because you cannot bear to see his smug expression.

As cool as his skin is, it’s still warmer than the wintry air that surrounds you. One of your hands tentatively rests on his shoulder, the other rests at your side. He’s incorrigibly good with both hands and lips, fingers of his unoccupied hand giving your right breast a faint squeeze, earning a surprised splutter.

You don’t realize your flustered expression has tinged with fear until he begins to croon at you.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright, darling,” he soothes, and voice curling with mock sympathy. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.”

Oh, fuck. That only makes it worse. Your cunt throbs, your clothes suddenly feeling too thick, too heavy. The mere anticipation of the bite is enough to make you wet, panties sticking to the plush give of your folds. The renewed shame of it mixes with heady arousal, creating a cocktail of sensations that leaves you squirming underneath him before he’s even taken a bite.

“You know, I’m beginning to think these little whines and trembles of your are from more than just trepidation. Am I correct in that assumption?” Goddamn him and his blabbering mouth. Your eyes snap open to fix him with a glare, but he only smiles wider.

All you can do is concentrate on keeping breathing even as the very tips of his fangs drag over your skin. Each tender kiss and caress feels like it stretches beyond the span of mere moments, slipping into minutes and maybe hours. Your palms sweat, your eyes stare up at the dulled sky.

Slowly, he journeys from the line of your jaw to the middle of your neck. Once, twice, three times he grazes his sharp fangs over the same spot. Your fingers curl tight into the fabric of his jacket, thighs pressing together—

He bites. Your fingers twitch and your grip tightens, helplessly curled in the fabric of his stupid fancy shirt. The sheer cold of his fangs presses deep into the flesh of your throat, his efforts rewarded with a gush of fresh, sweet blood. This is the part you like the most, you think. The rush of the ambrosia connects the two of you in a way you’ve never experienced with another person before. He drinks deep, enjoys your very being, your very essence—

If you were less drunk off the pleasure of being torn into so intimately, perhaps you’d wonder if this is the only reason why he claims to enjoy your company so much.

But a second squeeze to your breast robs you of that coherency. Black spots are already beginning to swim at the edges of your vision, consciousness growing hazy as he continues to indulge, gorging himself on you entirely.

“Astarion,” you find it in yourself to rasp, feebly tugging on his shirt as you feel yourself beginning to drift away, into an inky, vast blankness. You’re not sure if he’s going to stop, you realize, but what frightens you more is that you don’t entirely mind.

The thought is shoved to the very recesses of your mind as he blessedly pulls away with a gasp. His lips are stained red, and your gaze glues to his tongue as it peeks out and swipes over them. Slowly. As though he’s savoring your flavor as much as he can before he gulps the final droplets down.

“Delectable,” he sighs, hair tousled, pupils dilated. “Are you alright, darling?”

“Feel a little funny. Nothing a snack and a nap can’t fix,” you mumble. Your arms feel like jelly as you press them to the frosted earth, feebly attempting to lift yourself off the ground.

“Ah, ah. There’s no need to push yourself,” he tuts, pushing himself to his feet with nimble ease. A stray beam of sun dips through the clouds. It casts his hair and pale skin in a light most vibrant. Looking up at him like this allows you to admire the strong cut of his jaw, the fine arch of his nose. You’re so dazed by both fatigue and his beauty that you almost forget to take the hand he offers you.

You take it. His fingers are cold, but warmer than the chilled air around you. A harsh contrast to the warm, near fervent gaze he fixes on you as you stand beside him.

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #writing #Anonymous

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trentaafcsblog · 4 years

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Champion

Trent Alexander-Arnold

“Come here, champ” your purr as you beckon him over with one finger. Watching his eyes as they travel across the red lacy material just about covering your body before finally settling on yours, darkening with lust when you run your teeth over your bottom lip and push your boobs together, your cleavage spilling out over the top of the cups and begging to have his cock nestled in between them, silently moaning at the thought before you’re diverting your attention back to his gaze.

Studying him as he removes the medal from around his neck and swings it around one finger, a cocky smirk on his face when the word ‘champion’ glistens under the light - a little reminder of his new title, the name he wanted you to call him from now on. Brushing the cold metal across the front of your bra, his dick twitching when your nipples start to harden under the temperature and you let out a little whimper. Slipping the red ribbon over your neck and watching as the gold slides down your chest and lays right between your boobs, his head ducking down to grip the metal disc between his teeth, looking up at you with those same dark eyes before he’s replacing the gold with a mouthful of your boob instead. Your head falling back against the wall as you grab a handful of his hair, wincing when he gently pinches your skin between his lips, his warm tongue running over the growing purple marks, causing goosebumps to appear on the surface of your skin - a familiar affair when he was doing everything right.

“You like that, don’t you?” he’s growling as he moves his lips away from your boobs and attaches them to your neck instead. Hissing at the new sensation and quietly moaning his name as he leaves sloppy kisses all over your collar bones. Your hand slipping under the waist band of his boxers, pulling the material down until you hear his dick smack against the bottom of his abs. His lips breaking away from your skin as he groans at the feeling, smirking to yourself as you trace your thumb over the swollen tip and his balls start palpitating against your touch. Precum seeping down between your fingers and acting as the perfect lube for when you start pumping your palm up and down his length, his grunts mixing with the sound of the wet friction, your pussy tingling at the unique harmony, wanting nothing more than for your own moans to join in on the song.

And it’s only taking a matter of seconds for that little wish to come true. Your body being pushed onto the mattress as he crawls over you, ripping the material of your panties away from your hips and then tossing them in the opposite direction, noticing them land on the chair in the corner of the room before disappearing down the gap between the seat and your dressing table - a little surprise waiting for you in the morning. Your bra following them shortly after as it flies across the bedroom, getting caught on the door handle and stopping in its tracks, sliding down the wooden frame before resting just in front of the entrance. Watching him intently as he studies your now naked body, taking his time to look at every single inch of you, almost certain that he’s doing it in slow motion just to keep you waiting even longer. Whimpering a little ‘please’ which finally breaks his gaze, his eyes locking with yours before he’s pushing himself back slightly and lowering his head down until it’s in between your thighs.

“Fuckkk, T” you’re whispering as his beard tickles your clit, sending a ripple through your body as you writhe around beneath him. Begging him for more as he continues to tease you, tracing over your sensitive nub with one of his fingers, gently pressing it like some sort of button as he smirks at your reaction, loving how you moaned even louder under his control. His grip on your hips tightening when he starts licking away at your core, his tongue getting lost in your folds as he laps at your juices. Humming in appreciation at his ‘favourite snack’ which causes a vibration to surge through your pussy, the sensation making every single hair on your body stand to attention as you clutch onto his curls. Feeling your clit flutter against his nose, an all too familiar sign that you were close to your high, as he forces himself to pull away. His top lip glistening with your arousal before he runs his tongue over the wetness, winking at you when he swallows your sweet taste - a sight you wish would never end.

“All fours. Now” he’s ordering as he stands up and waits for you to follow his command, quickly scrambling into the correct position and arching your back as much as you can, wiggling your ass in the air which encourages a small groan to leave his lips. Your swollen pussy peeking through the gap in your thighs, shimmering with a combination of his spit and your pearlescent fluid, as he runs his finger back over your folds. Pushing your legs further apart so that he can get the best access, teasing your entrance with his throbbing head before slowly sinking into you. Feeling you dilate around him until your walls are hugging his cock, moaning at the slight stinging sensation before you’re adjusting to his size, pushing your ass back until it’s flat against his stomach, every single inch of him now buried inside of you.

Your ass bouncing off his abs and jiggling with each thrust, one of his hands resting on the small of your back, forcing you to keep in the same position so he can get the best view of you taking him so well. Reaching forward to grab the medal from around your neck, tugging it so your head pulls back, the red ribbon choking you slightly as you gasp for air, a broken moan escaping your mouth as you look back over your shoulder.

“Can’t keep your eyes off your champion, can you?” he’s growling, a gulp being your only response as you continue watching him pound into you. Your pussy clenching even harder when you notice he’s not breaking the eye contact, grazing your teeth along your bottom lip which just encourages his finger to loop through the ribbon once more, pulling it tighter against your throat as you let out a little squeal.

“So obsessed with me, aren’t you, hey?” he’s grunting when you start moaning his name, flicking between ‘champ’ and ‘daddy’ - both of which gave him the biggest ego boost, not that he particularly needed it. Reluctantly pulling away from him so you can switch up the position, his dick leaving your pussy with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound, the tip still attached to your folds by a string of your arousal, eventually snapping and falling onto the inside of your thigh. Quickly pushing him back onto the mattress, not being able to bear the fact that he wasn’t inside you for a few seconds, straddling his hips and sinking yourself back down onto his length. A smug look painting itself across his face as he folds his arms behind his head, enjoying the view of you being in charge for once, a rare occurrence, but it was something that he could definitely get used to.

Your hips swirling around on top of his as you rock back and forth, feeling his cock brush against your g-spot with each movement, whining at the intense pleasure as you angle yourself perfectly on top of him. Bringing the gold disc up to your mouth and clamping it between your teeth as you slowly start to spell out the word ‘champion’ with your hips, smirking when his eyes start rolling back and he can’t fight the urge to grip onto your bum any longer, sinking his nails into your skin and groaning when he notices the white cream trickling down his cock.

“Look at you creaming for me” he’s moaning before scooping some up with his fingers, holding them out in your direction as you begin kitten licking his finger tips. Feeling him twitch inside of you when you take them all the way to the back of your mouth, your head bobbing up and down - a sight he knew only too well - as you suck his digits clean. Humming when you pull them away from your lips, wiping a little bit from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand before you’re focusing on riding him again. His hips bucking up to meet yours as you bounce around on his cock, your boobs jumping with each movement as his hands come up to grope them, gently rolling your nipples between his fingers as they become impossibly harder, poking out far enough for him to be able to run his tongue over them.

“Ughhh, fuckkk” you’re squealing as you continue to clench around every single inch of him. His throbbing head poking your g-spot with each thrust, a pleasurable contrast to the stinging sensation that his balls were leaving each time they smacked against your pussy.

“You gonna cum for your champion?” he’s asking as you just about manage to nod your head, a knot starting to tie itself inside your stomach as your legs turn to jelly, suddenly snapping and causing a gush of water to shoot out of your pussy, splattering all over his torso. Beads of your juice rolling off his abs and onto the bed sheets as you give him a proud smile, his hands guiding your hips away from his as your bodies separate, whimpering at the empty feeling before the sight of him wanking himself off is distracting you.

Your pussy tingling as you watch his hand pump up and down his length, spurring him on to chase his high as you start rubbing at your clit. Squealing his name as you watch his prominent vein rise from the rest of his cock, leaning forward to trace your finger over it as he stills his hand and lets out a grunt. Five spurts of cum shooting all over your tits and onto the medal, running between your cleavage and down onto your nipples, dripping off the end and onto your thighs.

“Fucking hell” he’s groaning as he takes in the sight before him, your chest completely covered in a layer of his thick seed. Retrieving the medal from between your boobs as you wipe your finger across the gold, scooping up a trail of his cum before pushing it into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the white strings and opening your mouth so that he can see the mess he’s made. Pretending to spit it out before you’re sucking it back in and swallowing it down with a little moan, pulling him in for a kiss as your lips crash onto his, transferring the salty remnants of his load into his mouth as he purrs at the unfamiliar flavour, one you claimed to be addicted to.

Pulling away and holding his metal up into the light, the word ‘champion’ visible again now that you’d uncovered it from the splashes of cum. Giggling to yourself when you take it off from around your neck and loop the red ribbon over his head.

“My champion” you’re whispering before he’s looking down at the gold disc. A whole new meaning given to that word as he runs his finger over the engraved nickname, the medal now carrying more than just a season’s worth of hard work as he watches his seed sink into the ribbon - a permanent reminder of the way you celebrated his success.

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