#luke's spicy snippets

[fixfoxnox]

Ultranationalist Roach x TF141 Makarov? For the “Did someone get turned on by that~?” Prompt 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Luke's Spicy Snippets 12

Prompt: "Did someone get turned on by that~?"

Pairing: UN! Roach/TF141! Makarov

Warnings: Knife Play, Smut, Handjobs, blood, blood kink, cutting, usual dubcon warning for UN! Roach stuff

The knife glinted dangerously in the low lighting of the room, caught on just a flicker of the yellow from the bedside lamp. The edge of it glinted dangerously, but Makarov didn't have to see that to know that the blade was sharpened to a razor edge. He knew it would cut and he knew it would do so easily.

He watched with wide frightened eyes and a low glimmering of heat pooling in his gut as the knife was twirled expertly between deft fingers. It was almost mesmerizing in the way that it whipped around fingers, dangerously close but never cutting. It spoke to the skill of the man straddling his lap.

There was a sudden pause before, in an instant, the blade was swinging through the air and toward his face. It happened so suddenly that he had no time to react, he could only sit and wait for its sting. It never came. The blade stopped only inches from his skin. There was a low tutting noise and the man above him rolled his hips down, pulling a low gasp from Makarov's lips.

The flat edge of the knife pressed against his skin, the cool metal sending a shiver down his spine. "Pay attention, Volodya. Be a good for me, yes?"

"Roach," Makarov choked out the others name as the tip of the knife began to trace down his naked skin. Just a slight bit of pressure from the man above him and he'd be bleeding. It terrified him as much as it made his cock ache between his legs.

"What is it, baby? Hmm?" Roach rolled his hips again, pulling another gasp from Makarov and causing him to buck his hips up slightly. Roach pulled the knife away with a small frown on his face, "None of that. If I cut you, it'll be on purpose." Makarov bucked his hips up again at the thought and he was quick to throw an arm over his eyes, partially obscuring his beet red face as Roach laughed.

"Roach," he whined, his voice high in his throat.

"Aww," Roach gave a laugh and, with one quick move he nicked Makarov's skin just above his pec, causing a small sting and a little well of blood to begin dripping over his skin. Makarov answered the move with a gasp and loud moan. "Did someone get turned on by that~?"

"You're so unfair," Makarov gasped again as Roach leaned down to lick the blood from his skin. Roach didn't dignify him with a response, he just let his mouth press kisses along Makarov's skin, exploring as he liked with a contented hum. Makarov muttered several choice curses toward the man in Russian, knowing that he wouldn't be able to understand him.

It backfired though and soon there was a hand pressed to the base of his throat and a mouth hovering over his. Fear and pleasure continued to swirl together, creating an enticing cocktail as Roach squeezed, cutting off a bit of his air.

"You wanna translate that for me baby?" Roach tilted his head at him and, without looking, he pressed the flat of the blade against Makarov's nipple, pulling a choked gasp from his lips. Makarov could only whimper in response. "If you can't, I'll have to guess and I don't think you said anything particularly nice."

Makarov tried to respond, to come up with some little fib, but he couldn't even speak before Roach was nicking his skin again, only this time he paired the move with a quick roll of his hips. A choked moan pulled from his lips and it was followed quickly after by a whimper as Roach licked the blood from that cut as well.

"Well?" Roach asked, grinning as he licked and sucked at Makarov's skin. Makarov realized too late just what the other man was up to. "I suppose if you aren't going to answer," he tightened his grip against Makarov's neck, "I can only assume the worst."

There was no time for Makarov to plead his case, not when Roach was moving off of his thighs to lower himself down his body. His breathe hitched in his throat as he watched Roach come face to face with his hard and leaking cock. "Oh, wow you really liked that, huh?" Roach gave him a teasing grin before he wrapped his hand, still holding the knife, around his cock.

Makarov gasped and froze as he felt the metal of the knife against his cock. It was the flat side, but he knew that with one wrong slip and he'd find himself at a very awkward hospital visit. Roach only smirked at his reaction before slowly starting to jerk him off. It was delicious and terrifying all at once.

The feeling of Roach's hand combined with the hard and unforgiving feel of the knife was good enough on its own, but the danger of knowing how close the blade was, it was utterly terrifying, but it was also enough to have Makarov shaking and dripping pre-cum over Roach's hand. Roach only laughed at the war that was clearly going on in his mind. He enjoyed watching the mix of fear and pleasure from the man.

After several long moments, Makarov was a whining and moaning mess. He was trying so hard to keep his hips still because he knew that one wrong move could cause him trouble. Roach found his predicament amusing and did everything in his power to make controlling himself harder.

Eventually, Makarov couldn't help it and he gave a shallow jerk of his hips. As soon as his hips started moving, Roach had retracted. It was quite a testament to how much he was truly paying attention. "C'mon baby," he shook his head and gave Makarov a small pout, "didn't I tell you to be good for me? I thought you were my good boy?"

"I am," Makarov answered in a small voice, meeting Roach's eyes with a desperate look. He was trying so hard to be good, he wanted to be good for Roach.

"Really?" Roach traced a finger over Makarov's hip, biting his lip as he did. "Well, you need something to show that, don't you?"

Roach looked at him with large pleading eyes and Makarov knew what he wanted. His body lit up with heat at the idea, spirals of arousal rushing through him. He was practically shaking from anticipation by the time he managed to gasp out, "Yes, please."

"Good boy," Roach praised him, pressing a kiss to the skin of his hip before twirling the knife and bringing it right to the skin where his lips had just been. Makarov could feel the sharp edge of the knife against his skin where it just sat for one long teasing moment.

At the first cut of the knife, he whimpered. His hands shot out, grabbing tight to Roach's shoulders as the younger man continued to draw the knife across his skin slowly. Careful lines and curves that made him shake. He gave several little grunts and groans as the knife continued to dig into his hip.

Roach whispered praise against his skin as he cut, warming his body and helping to send the pain flushing pleasurably to his cock. He was still leaking and hard by the time that Roach pulled the knife away for good.

Roach met his eyes before flicking his tongue out to lick the blood from his knife. Makarov could only gape at the sight, his breathing heavy as he watched the other man clean the knife with his tongue.

Moments later and the knife was set to the side so that Roach could lave his tongue over the cuts he's made on Makarov's hip. Makarov yelped at the feeling, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched his lover clean his skin. "Roach," he managed to stutter out as his cock gave a pitiful twitch.

"Such a good boy," Roach placed a kiss to the fresh cuts before leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Now everyone will know just who you belong to, just who's good boy you are."

Makarov didn't have to lean down to know what the other man had carved into his skin. He'd felt every line of the "GRS" as it was cut into his hip. The knowledge that it was there likely permanently sent a pleasured flush down his spine. And, as Roach's mouth slipped lower and fixed itself over his cock, he felt more than a little pleased with himself.

Roach's good boy indeed.

[jeanie-g]

Oh yes, teacher AU please 😏

I mean how can I not 🤷🏼‍♀️

HAHA we were just talking about this so ofc! i started writing it months ago, but lately i've revisited it to flesh out the story a lil bit.

let me set the scene: jack is a 7th grade english teacher working on his first Big Project (either a novel or a play - i'm between the two rn, but i'm leaning towards play) that he's....kinda stuck on. he doesn't love being a teacher either, just sees it as a temporary job til he gets published (can u see the incoming character arc? lol)

so, he's a bit lost. he's got his best friend trevor (who teaches 8th grade science), and he's got his brother/roommate luke (who pays the majority of the rent w his swanky ahl contract), but that's it.

until he meets nico at the bar one night, who's new in town (and also hot and mysterious). and wow! jack finally has a life outside of school....a way to separate his work/home life and a chance at love!

until he shows up on monday and sees that nico is the newest gym teacher lol. cue hilarity and nico trying to seduce jack in the broom closet. jack has to reassess the way he separates his personal and work life and how they intersect - and fall in love in the process ofc.

it's very much a rom-com but i wanna explore jack's identity as a writer and teacher, and give him some room to figure himself out :) i just finished Writers & Lovers by Lily King (highly recommend!!!), which is major inspo for this new direction.

here's a (slightly ~spicy~) snippet:

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Jack clicks his tongue. “I don’t wanna talk about work. It’s…exhausting sometimes.”

“Hence the bar?”

“Pretty much.” He regards Nico, just sitting there—the hottest man in this whole place—and plays with the straw in his glass. “But I’m feeling better now.” It’s cheesy, he knows, but Nico flushes anyway. Jack is really liking how easy this man is to read.

“And why is that?”

And Jack can’t help himself. He lowers his voice. “Well, I’m hoping the handsome European in front of me is going to ask me to go home with him.”

Jack expects Nico to be surprised at his forwardness, but he just grins like the cat who got the cream. “A little presumptuous, hm?” he asks, goading—devilish.

Jack smiles, darting his tongue out to lick the lime juice off his lips. “Am I out of line? I’d hate to assume…”

Nico takes a calculated sip. He leans in close. “Jack, I’ve wanted to ask you that as soon as I laid eyes on you.”

Jack shivers just the tiniest bit. It's the air conditioning, surely. “Yeah?”

Nico eyes him. His lips shine. “Yeah.”

They finish their drinks quickly after that.

“I should probably warn you,” Nico says in their Uber to his apartment just a few blocks up. They would’ve walked if they had any kind of patience. “My place isn’t very furnished.”

Jack’s hand is tracing patterns on Nico’s quad—this man has to work out. He wonders what he does for work. Construction, maybe? He never did mention, but then again, neither did Jack.

“Do you have a bed?” he asks. His hand crawls towards Nico’s inner thigh and he hears a sharp intake of breath.

“Yes.”

“Sounds suitably furnished to me.”

They’re on each other as soon as Nico’s front door closes, greedy hands finding purchase on any pull of fabric or strip of skin they can find. Nico’s mouth finds Jack’s in the dark, meeting him in a blazing kiss that makes Jack’s hairs stand on end and fireworks light behind his eyelids. Nico’s like a magnet—or a planet, pulling Jack in to orbit around him. Jack surrenders to it easily, and he doesn’t give himself time to even worry he’s being too needy about it.

It takes them a while to get through the small apartment, pushing each other up against walls or furniture to make out some more, Nico getting distracted by Jack’s wandering hands and Jack getting distracted by Nico mouthing marks that will definitely bruise along his jaw. Thank God it isn’t a school night; his students would have a field day with that one.

Blissful, adrenaline-fueled minutes elapse over Jack, and he doesn’t even register they’ve gotten to Nico’s bedroom until the backs of his knees bump against his bed and he goes tumbling backwards with a surprised yelp. Nico tumbles with him, shifting his weight so he doesn't crush him. He’s chuckling into Jack’s neck, and the sound vibrates through his head, swimming alongside the subtle buzz from the gimlets and Jack’s own desire, burning like an uncovered flame with an endless supply of oxygen.

Nico leans back, his hair thoroughly mussed from Jack’s fingers raking through it. A sliver of moonlight from the window illuminates his beautiful face.

“What do you want, Jack?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. He sounds like he’d do absolutely anything Jack would ask him to.

The moment feels tight with anticipation, a Schrödinger’s cat of possibility. Jack leans up and kisses Nico sweetly, and drops his head back on the pillow.

***

and that's where i have to stop before it gets actually nsfw lmaooo

i'm so pumped to keep writing this. thanks for the ask <3333

[legolasghosty]

So. About a year ago, the lovely Innytoes created a list of spicy writing prompts. And I, being the dorky ace that I am, decided to take it as a personal challenge to see just how UN-spicy I could do some of said prompts. The actual giving of prompts was kept to a few friends, and it was mostly a silly thing back when I could actually sit down and spin up a one shot in an evening. (A few of said prompts actually made it to ao3 at various points, you can read them here, here, here, and here!)

HOWEVER, I took a couple of the prompts off of the list before I offered it to my friends for prompts. Mostly cause I just had no idea how to make said prompts not sexual. But one of them has continued to haunt me for over a frigging year now! SO, here's some little snippets of how one could de-saucy-ify the prompt, "The lube is what flavor?"

Option 1 -

"Okay so what am I supposed to be getting again?" Alex asked, the phone to his ear as he entered the O'Reillys.

He heard Bobby groan on the other end of the call. "We've been over this at least five times, Lex." Alex could feel his exasperated glare without even seeing him.

"I'm sorry," Alex sighed. "I just know literally nothing about car fluids. Blame the gay in me or whatever."

"You do realize I'm gay too, right?" Bobby pointed out. "But again, you're looking for silicon lubricant. And for the love of God, don't get that Red and Tacky garbage Chad 'recommended'."

"I'm sorry, the lube is what flavor?!" Alex demanded, turning onto the aisle marked 'Fluids'.

"You're not supposed to-whatever-just get the silicon stuff," Bobby said instead of answering. "Valvoline usually works just fine."

Alex glanced around at the overwhelming shelves of bottles and jugs. He drummed out the beat to a song Luke and Julie had shown them the day before on his leg as he narrowed down the options. There, that looked right.

"Okay I found it," he told Bobby. "But you're explaining how car lube can be 'red and tacky' to me later."

"Deal," Bobby responded, sounding relieved.

Option 2 -

"-and the vocal folds need to be kept moist," Julie explained.

Luke nodded, but Julie knew she was losing him. His vocal health notes had dissolved into scribbles and half-finished lyrics. She'd better wrap this up.

"So they're naturally lubricated with a really thin layer of mucus," she continued. "And in order to keep that layer thin and stuff, you have to stay properly hydrated."

She paused to pick up the light blue plastic water bottle from the studio floor. But when she looked back up to whack him with it, the mostly full container seeming like a decent way to make a point, he was already staring at her, eyes full of confusion.

"What?" Julie asked, one hand flying automatically up to her ponytail to see if it had come loose or something.

"The lube is what flavor?" Luke asked, mouth hanging open a bit.

"I-what?" Julie asked again, now feeling almost as confused as her bandmate looked.

"The voice cord lube stuff," Luke responded. "You said it's like mucus. But isn't that just... snot? Your voice is covered in stuff that tastes like snot?!"

Julie tried to hold back. She really did. But she failed. She burst out laughing, dropping Luke's water bottle in a futile attempt to hide it. "Luke, mucus is more than just snot," she tried to explain through her giggles. "But yes, that's what keeps your vocal cords moist."

Luke shook his head. To all the world, he may have looked like a man who'd just been told he was colorblind, that everyone else could see a universe of shades his eyes couldn't comprehend.

But only Julie would know the truth. At least some part of her mini-lecture on vocal health got through.

Option 3 -

"Okay, and then pass me the 205?" Flynn requested, holding out a hand to Reggie, who was sitting on the floor along with most of Flynn's tools.

"Um, the what?" Reggie asked sheepishly, glancing around at the various brushes, screwdrivers, and small tubes surrounding him.

"Oh, the switch lube," Flynn clarified, pointing at a small jar. "It's GPL 205G0, and there's lots of types of keyboard lubricant, so we usually just use the numbers to ID them."

"Oh, right, sure," Reggie responded, passing her the container. "Sorry. Computers aren't really my thing."

"Well that's what you have me for," Flynn pointed out, smirking. "I fix your glitchy keyboard, you keep me from failing math."

Reggie laughed and leaned back against Flynn's bed while she worked. After a minute, she passed him back the jar and started fitting the keys back into place. He entertained himself by inspecting the black lid.

"Wait, so the lube is what flavor?" he asked, looking up at Flynn again. "Da-vinny-key?"

"Divinikey," Flynn corrected easily. "And that's a brand, not a flavor. Please don't eat keyboard lubricant."

"Well I wasn't planning on it..." Reggie said, letting his sentence trail off suggestively.

"Reginald Jacob Peters, you wouldn't dare," Flynn warned, shooting him a glare over her shoulder.

He held her eyes for one moment. Two. Three. Fo-

Reggie burst out laughing, with Flynn only a moment behind.

"I make no promises," Reggie wheezed as he got his breath back.

"I'm not taking you to the hospital when it poisons you," Flynn shot back, her grin betraying her words.

Thank goodness Reggie's keyboard was done already.

Thank you, sorry for wasting your time with my brain worm!

[ddejavvu]

Do you have any spicy snippets for Luke Danes? 🌶️ 😅

I mostly write using requests, so if that’s what you want to see you’re welcome to send me a request for it! Please read my requesting guidelines before submitting your ask.

[pragmatic-optimist]

Getting to know me!

thanks for the tags @cha-melodius @welcometololaland and @rmd-writes! 💕

last song: I mean... *NSYNC dropped a new song after 23 years so I've mostly been listening to Better Place for the last 24 hours (and counting). Yes, I know all the words by now. Yes, I would like a music video so that I may learn the choreography. Yes, JC's voice is still as smooth as buttah. Before I hyperfixated on that: All Things End by Hozier (obsessed with the last 45 seconds of it).

favourite colour: my favorite color is mauve and when I say that people, go "what?" Lol. Basically a blend of pink and purple. A visual aid:

currently watching: reruns of Mom, Golden Girls, or Murder She Wrote before bed. 👵🏽 I don’t have much time for TV these days, though there are a few shows I want to start watching like Only Murders in the Building and Will Trent on ABC (I love procedurals). I’m also overdue for my annual Ugly Betty rewatch. ❤️

last movie: the last movie I watched was a Hallmark movie, Notes of Autumn. Luke Macfarlane was in it 😍 and that was all I needed. It was super cute!

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet and savory (I put M&Ms in my popcorn every time I go to the movies. My most favorite snack.) 😋

relationship status: putting the “i” in single but also mentally dating Trevor Noah.

current obsession(s): *NSYNC, firstprince, the arrival of Autumn, and my niece.

More specifically:

Whether or not *NSYNC is gonna stop playing around and announce a tour. I'm gonna need them to put me out of my misery. Lol.

The possibility of @nelsonnicholas writing firstprince. Y'all don't even KNOW. The snippets I've seen. RELEASE THE TAPES! In all seriousness, if Kim decides to dive in (no pressure, I love you)—godspeed to all of us. She's the Queen of Angst and Epic Closing Lines. 👑

This stunning firstprince gifset by @strandtk currently has me in an emotional chokehold. And she's not done folks, more on the way. I'm not ready. 🙌🏾

The 31 days of firstprince fics coming our way throughout the month of October, courtesy of @iboatedhere whose world-building skills are...well... out of this world. 🌏💕

All the You've Got Mail AU snippets by @cha-melodius. The anticipation I feel for this fic is next level. ✏️ 💌📚

@sunshinestrand and her WIP snippets for firstprince are also living rent-free in my mind. Already ready for next Wednesday, Paige! 💖

Figuring out what fun fall-themed shenanigans I'm going to get up to and who I'm dragging with me. 🍁

Planning my niece's first birthday party at the end of October. My sister-in-law and I are planning this party as if she's going to remember it for the rest of her life (spoiler alert: she's not.) #cantstopwontstop 😂

(no pressure) tagging: everyone I mentioned above who hasn't done this and @celeritas2997 @first-kanaphan @raypakorn @scienter @mistmarauder @daisymae-12. As well as anyone else who wants to do it, but I think this has been making the rounds for a few days.

[blueaphelion]

Here’s another preview of my fic for the Rebels Minibang! Posting day is October 3rd!

Warning: this excerpt is a little spicy 🔥 note that the fic itself will be rated E!

“Running All Night”

A Skybridger one-shot set immediately after the episode “Twin Suns”

Snippet #2:

Suddenly, the music and the whole ambiance of the room changed as a definitive griminess filled the space. Ezra’s doubtful thoughts were dashed out of his mind as Luke spun around from his previous position to take stance behind Ezra. Hands took their place low but light on Ezra’s hips, gently pulling at him so Ezra’s ass was almost against Luke’s front as they continued to move to the new beat.

Nearby, two of Luke’s friends—Fixer and Camie, Ezra idly remembered—had gotten very close as well, and were now deeply making out. He had to double-take. Feeling like he was intruding, Ezra quickly averted his view. But that didn’t really do much, since the mood shift seemed to be getting to more people. All around them, more couples were doing the same as Luke’s friends. He couldn’t really look anywhere without seeing people kissing in ways that his inexperienced self thought should be done somewhere more private.

Luke pulled Ezra even closer using the grip on his hips, drawing his attention away from the crowd around them. The warmth of Luke’s whole front permeated through the fabric at Ezra’s back, bodies pulled so flush together that Ezra could feel Luke’s heartbeat between his own shoulder blades as Luke ground his hips against Ezra’s ass. Hot and heavy breath puffed irregularly against the shell of Ezra’s ear. He had to bite his lip against the shudder that threatened to run down his spine.

Not knowing what else to do with his own hands, Ezra lifted them up above and behind his head, grasping onto the back of Luke’s neck. And, <em>oh</em>, that suddenly very vulnerable position alone turned him on even more than anything else had thus far. Somewhat involuntarily, Ezra ground his hips backwards against Luke’s, feeling an obvious hardness slot between his cheeks through the fabric of his pants. This elicited a small, breathy moan out of Luke’s lips—directly against Ezra’s ear.

And then, the trance was broken. It all suddenly became too much for Ezra, and he jumped away from Luke, panicked. Without looking back to see Luke’s response, Ezra shoved his way through the crowd of writhing bodies and aroused Force signatures until he was outside the building in an empty alleyway. Without really thinking—and running purely on adrenaline and instinct—he jumped directly from the ground to the second story roof of the building with the aid of the Force.

[quill-pen]

Blessing (Married!EbenezerXReader)

Hi. I'm new here. Nice to meet you. Oooohhhhh, boy I can't believe I've done this. Can't believe I've joined Tumblr; can't believe I've written this and have an idea for a whole story to go with it. I just cannot believe any of this.

To be honest, I knew it would happen. Once I heard that song and saw the animation and found out Luke Evans was going to play Scrooge, I knew if I watched the movie, something like this was bound to happen--especially when Scrooge sings and looks like that. I mean GOOD. NIGHT. (You cannot tell me this was not a deliberate decision. These people knew exactly what they were doing.) But how could I not watch it because: A) IT'S 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL' AND I LOVE 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'--of course I had to watch it and see how it measured up to other versions. B) LUKE FRICKING EVANS. C) LUKE FRICKING EVANS SINGING. D) SILVER FOX SCROOGE VOICED BY LUKE EVANS. SINGING.

I knew what I was getting into--I knew it was dangerous. ... And I went for it. And I tried to stop the inevitable afterward, but it's the inevitable. There's no fighting it--there's only assimilate. So I assimilated. And here we are.

So, basically, overall, just really consider this like a teaser, I guess. Because the truth is I have a whole idea for a story behind this thing and after this thing, and this was just something that popped into my head that I had to get out and share to see what people thought. And, according to AO3, I won't get my invite until the 7th and I just can't wait that long. I'm so pathetic.

Basic synopsis for the story I'm planning: Reader insert, obviously. Takes place at least 6 months after the events of 'A Christmas Carol'. Jacob Marley actually had a daughter. (He married only to have an heir, never really felt anything for his wife, took a long time to have a kid, and, when they finally do, it's a girl--so he's not involved. [Because this Marley in particular seems like that type.]) Because her family is quite harsh, the mother flees to America with her daughter, and years later, early 20-something reader-daughter returns to London with a dead mother to bury in tow, meets and befriends Scrooge, and is pulled into her mother's very hoity-toity aristocratic family and everything that comes with that life. Reader, ultimately, can't go back to America (things...), but the only way she will be allowed to stay in the care of her mother's family (and presumably get whatever she might have inherited from her mother because no way Marley left her anything) she has to marry. Cue the gallant and handsome Ebenezer Scrooge to the rescue. (He's not what the family was thinking, but Reader is also not a high priority and Scrooge does have money and is of decent enough birth, so, eh, he'll do.) Yada, yada, yada, a marriage of convenience, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance, domestic fluff, and drama, a little spiciness, some heartbreak, and heart-mending, etc. Isabel at some point does make a return (whether she's widowed or still married, idk right now) hence the exchange we have in this thing. Let me know what you think. I'd be very interested in knowing if anyone would be interested in reading a story like this. In the meantime, enjoy this tiny little snippet of an idea.

Oh, yeah, btw, if I do this thing, and I put this back into the story, it will be much sadder. For reasons. I won't go into it now, but you can probably guess.

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: FEELINGS, tears, declarations of love, fear of losing someone--just feelings. Oh, also kissing after influenza in Victorian London I guess? *shrugs* Probably not the wisest decision for a few reasons. Isabel may also not be shown in the best light here because of Reader's POV, but I assure you we do not hate Isabel here. She is so sweet and lovely, and I hope she really ended up as happy as she looked in that picture.

Summary: You have been extremely sick with influenza for a time. Finally, you come 'round. When you do, you are greeted by an overjoyed and emotional husband. Some romantic and fluffy sweetness ensues.

A/N: Lots of inspiration from Poldark here. I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to take lots more inspiration from it with the actual story if/when I write it. Also did not put Prudence in this in order to strictly focus on the main relationship, but you bet your bottom dollar she's going to be in the story. I love that mastiff. One of the best things they added to the movie, even though it doesn't actually make sense for Scrooge's character to have a pet.

Oh, and first-ever reader insert. Wish me luck!

Blessing

The mist was beginning to clear, the weights that pulled you down into the darkness becoming lighter and breaking away.  You were coming fully into the light now--awakening, though you hadn’t truly been slumbering.  After an eternity of unknowing, you were becoming aware again.  Aware of the world; of the air you sucked into your aching windpipe and lungs; of the accursed dryness of your throat; of the dampness of sweat coating your body; of the weakness of your body and the heavy and hot softness that surrounded it.  It was stuffy and uncomfortable.

With a groan, you tried to open your eyes just to see exactly what made you uncomfortable.  You’d never known trying to open eyes could be so hard or make one so very tired.  Eventually, you prevailed: And when you did, you found yourself blearily gazing out into a bright, blurry world.  You groaned and squinted against the light, then slowly tried again.  After a period, things became clearer and the light became less blinding, and you were able to finally look around.

You found yourself tucked deeply into your bed, covered by several blankets along with the heavy comforter.  No wonder you were so hot.  You tried to shift the blankets a bit, but they were quite heavy, and you still felt so weak, so you simply resigned yourself to their near-suffocating embrace for the moment.  At least until you could find somebody to help you move them.  

Your eyes slowly traveled around the room, taking things in, until they finally came to rest on a familiar figure at your bedside.    

Ebenezer sat in a chair but was slumped over, half-laying on the mattress with his arms folded beneath his head.  He was sleeping--snoring ever so slightly.  He looked something of a mess; his steely hair mussed and muttonchops unkempt, his shirt collar askew, sleeves undid, and messily pushed and rolled up his arms.  You could see prominent stubble on his chin and around his lips--too prominent for it to be his typical morning shadow.  

You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself unable to make any sound beyond a whisper of a croak.  You licked your dry lips with an even dryer tongue and tried to swallow before attempting to speak again.  A bit more of a crackle came out that time, but nothing loud enough to gain attention.  Oh, bloody hell and vexation!  Slowly, having to summon up what seemed all of your strength to do so, you slid a trembling hand across the mattress and reached out to thread shaking fingers into your husband’s hair.  You ignored the greasy sensation of it.  Ebenezer unshaven and unwashed?  Just how much time had passed?

You gently began to stroke the man’s scalp and tug his hair, all the while still trying to speak his name.  Each attempt earned you more of a sound coming from your throat.  “Ebenezer…” you rasped, fighting to keep your eyes open.  These little efforts put together were all wearing you out so quickly.  “Ebenezer….”

The man stirred, snorting softly and groaning.  Slowly he raised his head and blinked the sleep from his eyes before looking up at you.  His sleep-blurred gaze lasted for a mere second before he came fully awake, slate-blue eyes widening in alarm.  He stood up from his chair and moved to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning over to you, taking your hand that had been in his hair into one of his as he did so.  With the other hand, he reached out and touched your sweaty brow then your cheek.  “Y/N?” he murmured in some disbelief.  “Y/N, darling, you’re awake!”  His lips were pulling into an overjoyed, open-mouthed grin, his bushy, gray eyebrows crinkling his forehead as they shot toward the sky.  Turning his head slightly, but never taking his gaze off you, he called over his shoulder.  “Ida!  Ida!”

It was mere seconds before your lady’s maid was rushing through the bedroom door, looking greatly concerned.  “Yes, Mr. Scrooge?”

“Send for the Doctor!” your husband ordered, still gazing at you.  “Quick as you can!  She’s awake!”

“Right away, Sir!”  With that, Ida vanished just as quickly as she’d arrived.

Focused solely on you now, Ebenezer scooted closer to you, cupping your cheek in his hand as he gazed into your face with such relief and joy you could see a thin sheen of tears in his eyes.  He kissed the hand of yours he held.  “Oh, my darling,” he crooned softly, stroking your cheekbone with a thumb.  “Oh, my dearest, dearest darling!”  He then leaned in and planted a kiss on your brow (obviously not caring about the sweat and whatever other disgustingness covered your skin) and kept up a frenzied shower of them all over your face before finally catching up your lips.  

He immediately pulled away.  “Water!” he exclaimed.  “You’ll want water!”  He let go of your hand and pulled away only long enough to reach over to the bedside table where a pitcher and glass sat.  The man poured you a generous helping.  “Here,” he said.  “Drink.  Slowly.”  He helped you to sit up and lift the glass to your parched lips as he noticed how shaky your hands were.  Ebenezer watched carefully as you gulped the liquid down.  “That’s it, my love.  Drink.”

It seemed to take forever to finish the glass, but you were so savagely thirsty you couldn’t bear the thought of stopping until the water was gone.  When it was, you pushed the glass back to your husband.  “More please,” you croaked, the water having loosened your voice.

Ebenezer did as you wished, filling the glass and helping you hold it yet again as you drank deeply that delicious, revitalizing fluid.  There was about a quarter of a glass left when you finally felt you’d had your fill.  “Thank you,” you gasped, allowing the man to take the glass away. 

“Of course.”  Once storing the glass, your husband turned back to you again, eyes gazing deeply into yours, concern mixing with the joy that sparkled there.  Taking both of your small hands into one of his, he reached up with the other to brush the hair from your face and caress your cheek.  “How are you feeling, my dear?”  His eyes pulled from yours for a brief second to look you over, as if he’d be able to see anything that might be wrong or afflicting you.

The corners of your mouth twitched a bit, but you were simply too exhausted to smile.  “Tired,” you sighed.  “In need of a good bath.  And a bit suffocated.”  You looked pointedly at the mound of blankets atop you.  

Easily picking up the message, your husband set about clearing off everything down to the comforter.  “Better?”

“Much.”  You leaned heavily back against the pillows and gazed wearily up at the man, who was back to holding your hands and stroking your hair.  Now that he was awake and leaning over you, you could get a much better look at just how bedraggled the poor fellow was.  Not only was he unwashed and unshaven, but his face also seemed to be much more lined than usual, making him look much more like the old man he claimed himself to be.  His cheeks were more sunken in, and there were bags under his eyes and dark circles around them: He looked as if he hadn’t properly slept or eaten in weeks, never mind days!  “Ebenezer…” you trailed off, not quite sure what to ask.

But your husband knew what you were wanting to know.  He always knew.  “You’ve been ill for quite some time, my love,” he answered quietly, smoothing back some flyaways from your forehead.  

“How long?”

“Two weeks.”  He smiled thinly, pain tinging his gaze.  “You were touch and go there for a long stint.”  His lips trembled and a tear crept past his long lashes to his cheek.  He paid it no heed but blinked back against the sting of its siblings.  “My worst nightmare--I was so afraid I would lose you.  A time or two I thought I had.”

Your memory of the time he spoke of was all a blur; a blizzard of flashes of light and darkness; numbing mist and painful sharpness; muddled voices and snippets of conversation that were sometimes too soft to register and other times so loud your head had pounded.  You couldn’t decipher what had been real and what had been hallucination.  Your head had been swimming then, and as you thought back through it all, it wasn’t much better now.  You could remember one thing though.  One extremely painful thing:  “I saw her,” you whispered.

Your husband gave an inquiring look.  “You saw whom, Y/N?”

You gazed deep into his eyes as you felt an ache rise in your chest and tears prick at your eyes.  “Her,” you repeated meaningfully.  “Isabel.  I saw her.  And you…” your voice broke off.  You swallowed hard and wrenched your gaze from his, finding it too painful to look at him as you continued.  “She’d come to take you with her.  And you went.”  You took a shuddering breath, trying to control yourself.  “I wanted to die, the pain hurt so.”

Ebenezer’s gaze softened in empathy.  “Oh, darling,” he murmured.  He squeezed your hands.

You looked back at him, vision swimming and tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks.  Pulling one hand free of his grip, you wiped at them.  “She wasn’t here, was she?  Truly?” you quivered, sounding pathetically meek.  “You didn’t go with her?  She didn’t take you from me?

The man shook his head firmly.  “No,” he stated.  “No, Isabel wasn’t here.  It was just a dream.  Isabel didn’t take me.”  He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, gazing into your e/c-hued eyes with all the sincerity and adoration in the world, and added with gentle finality, “And she never, ever will.  I’m so, so, so sorry I ever made you feel you had to worry about such a thing, Dearest.  You are, without a doubt, my greatest blessing, and the absolute love and light of my life, Y/N.  I am yours and yours alone, mind, body, and soul, in this world and the next should I be granted the choice.”

Those words, that declaration of complete and utter love from the man you loved more than you thought any human being could love another human being, made your heart swell and fill your chest to the point you feared it might explode.  You were most definitely crying now as you gazed up into those beloved slate-blue eyes.  “I love you, Ebenezer Scrooge.”  The words seemed feeble, far too feeble after the eloquent, soul-deep statements your husband had just made, but there was simply nothing else you could think of to say to explain your feelings.

Despite your insecurities over them, the words seemed to be more than enough for Ebenezer, for the man smiled lovingly and returned, “And I love you, Y/N Scrooge.”  He brought up your left hand that he was holding and kissed the delicate and simple gold band on your finger before pressing your hand to his breast over his heart.  “With my entire being.”  With that, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss--a real, tender, lingering, devoted kiss.

You closed your eyes and melted into it.  Slithering your free hand up, you slipped it around the nape of Ebenezer’s neck and loosely tangled it into his steel-toned locks, gently tugging him deeper into the kiss.  He gratefully obliged.  It was evident you’d both missed each other’s affections.  That would have to be remedied in its entirety sometime soon, but not now.  Not just yet.  (Truly, you had no strength for such activities right now!)  Right now it was more than enough for you to know that your husband was yours: “Yours and yours alone--mind body and soul,” as he’d stated.  For to have a heart such as Ebenezer Scrooge’s for your very own--a scarred but beautiful heart that was so full of love and kindness and care and joy and passion--was truly the greatest blessing anyone could ever be given.

[lemonhemlock]

So then, maybe a weird ask, how would you write or explore Lucemond?

So, a couple of months ago, I accidentally stumbled upon this lucemond fic that completely rearranged my chakras. Thing is I tried to find it recently but couldn't, so perhaps the author deleted it, which is such a pity because it was truly spectacular. I don't remember a whole lot bc it was late at night when I read it (thinking I would come back to it later), but it was very much surreal poetry body horror. I am not a gore girly at all, but the language was mesmerising. I happen to have sent my bf a few snippets for shock value (also not a gore enjoyer), so I can share the little of it I saved:

The tender jelly of Lucerys’ eye bursts like a ripe grape between teeth, climbing, sheer white, up Aemond’s blade, as if it were dripping wax.

Its viscous liquidity leaving no gruesome trophy or good-luck charm to pickle in vinegar and make a gift of, Aemond decides to lick the mucoid fluid from the metal and impel it through his own flesh. When he puts the blade to his tongue no taste but that of his own blood stains the quivering muscle.

If the author of this fic happens upon this post, I'd just want to let you know your talent with words was very appreciated. 🙏

Returning to the topic, I would definitely keep this element and lean into the horror aspect. I'd keep some background jace/luke as vibes, with aegond on the opposing side to make it as spicy and convoluted as possible. (It took me ages to remember I have a jaceluke tag since I hid it so well from team black I ended up hiding it from myself, too. Updated my tags list with this occasion lest we forget!)

Readers of my blog will know by now that I sometimes go on rants about The Magnus Archives, but, bear with me, I think we could borrow some elements to make lucemond really extra fucky. So, within the TMA universe, there are several entities that govern different sets of fears and the one I like the most and the one I think fits really well here is The Beholding - so lots of eye imagery, the fear of being perceived, of secrets being revealed, of forbidden/awful knowledge, of knowledge that would destroy you, of being exposed or shamed or judged. The problem I have with Luke (which permeates a lot into lucemond fics) is that he's so fucking boring and milquetoast & doesn't really react / isn't affected enough by the events surrounding him, so much so that it kind of turns him borderline sociopathic, just in the most boring way possible. So let's give him some internal conflict!

I would give Luke a serious case of scopophobia, basically turn him into the perfect victim for the Beholding. Make him realise deep down that he's a bastard and how much danger he's in because of his mother's lies and gaslighting. Make him terrified of becoming Lord of Driftmark, like actively paranoid some Velaryon cousin is going to slash his throat in his sleep or something (maybe even Rhaena??) Have that intensify after Vaemond's execution, because now the blacks have already spilled first blood in his name. Have him feel increasingly isolated from his family because they feel like he's exaggerating and don't really grasp the gravity of the situation - in addition to more gentle gaslighting done by Rhaenyra, who thinks this is the proper way to assuage his fears (even ridiculous stuff like how he shares blood with Borros Baratheon via Rhaenys), and more violent type of suppression by Jace, who absolutely does not want to hear about how they're bastards and everybody knows about it. So the fear of being perceived, of his "secrets" being revealed, only worse, because they're already out in the open, so what he really fears is shame and judgment, which could come at any minute. Any person could at any time start pointing out what an obvious bastard he is and the entire foundation of his life would start cracking.

This intense fear of judgment would be where lucemond comes into play. Aemond as a person he actively harmed, an act that he did his best to sweep under the rug, absolutely horrified to face him, because that would mean facing his actual crimes; the punishment/retribution for that would have to be immense and he's not in a proper headspace to handle that. When he finally sees Aemond again, fighting fit and ready to go, all those feelings of inadequacy would come crashing down. Aemond casting his single eye of furious judgment on Luke, painfully aware of each and every one of Luke's flaws and planning his wrathful comeuppance!

In TMA, I really enjoyed the statements where The Eye would terrorize their victim* because I personally found it hilarious, so I think I'd try to recreate that dynamic a bit between Aemond and Luke. Whether it veers into body horror and violence or remains at the promise of violence and psychological torment, I think there's a lot to explore in a funky, novel way that doesn't involve this unearned Romeo and Juliet binomial.

If you're really intent on turning this sexual, I think an under-discussed aspect of the eye-gouging is how Luke essentially gave Aemond a huge disadvantage when it comes to participating in traditional masculinity, something that we know Aemond cares a lot about - being a model Targaryen prince, having the depth perception necessary to ride his dragon, his martial prowess, even him being suitably attractive to the opposite sex. It wouldn't be outrageous to presume all of these new issues halted Aemond's sexual and social development and that it would make him feel Some Kind of Vengeful Way about it that would maybe manifest itself not in a very socially-appropriate way. Like, mayhaps, wanting Luke to undergo similar pains? ☠

For Aemond's side, I stumbled on this tik tok once that really encapsulates the kind of vibes I think would be really fun to play with. A corruption arc, being consumed by vengeance, allowing yourself to give into your worst impulses, contemplating the nature of justice etc.

For the aegond bit mentioned above, I really like this idea. Luke pondering which is worse: facing Aemond directly or being decimated by his big brother, who he himself once looked up to.

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*Here is an example if anyone is interested in the vibe I'm going for. I bookmarked the clip for when the statement begins, because the rest of the episode is filled with the metaplot: MAG 193 A Stern Look,

Some quotes from the transcripts!

He recognises those eyes. He’s seen them all his life, watching him, judging him, cutting through him so no part of him was secret or safe. They peel away the armour, his carefree smile and practiced shrugs. 

His mind races. He can’t tell the truth, obviously. Elias can’t look this man in the face, and tell him that he is what scares him. That his eyes, the curiosity and judgement that pulses out of them, they terrify him in a way he can’t put into words. He feels that prickly panic building in the back of his skull, that worry that spills through: he knows. 

A cough from over the desk breaks his train of thought. His interviewer is staring at him, and all at once he’s back with himself, burning with embarrassment. Those eyes stare, impassive and stern as ever, but… is that a twinkle of satisfaction? As though he has been given him an answer he likes.

He stops. Those eyes. They know. They can see right through all his bullshit, right to the core of him. They know what he really thinks.

[actualbird]

Hey! I was curious about how you enjoyed Luke's second birthday card as the snippets I've seen of it are kind of steamy, so I'm wondering if anything actually happens in it. I'd see for myself but I'm saving for another card unfortunately.

Thank you in advance!

hi anon! i havent played through my own SSR Dark Ripple yet but i did watch it in advanced when the card came out last year on cn server and the story is seared in my memory HAHA

(DISCLAIMER: take all of these with a grain of salt tho, bc it has been a whole year, and idk if some things were changed from the translation last year!)

long story short: no, nothing spicy Actually happens (and by spicy i mean "fucking", and by Actually i mean "written into the story with absolutely no doubt that fucking is what they did"), as those steamy moments are largely up to interpretation and/or cut to the next scene pretty promptly.

the steamy moments really are not the focus of the card's overall story, and are instead like....seasoning sprinkled around

for a more detailed rundown of the steamy moments (which will inevitably contain some spoilers) ive listed them under the cut :D

this card involves luke undercover as a cold, intimidating, and even cruel persona who goes by the alias "Raven" (which.....my god luke, u couldnt even think of a fake name that isnt ur codename? jHVKJAHSVKDFJAH) and mc joins the fray of this undercover mission as raven's arm candy who hes very protective over

the particular steamy scenes i think you could be talking about:

early the card story, to establish his cover character more raven!luke eithrer [EDIT: THIS IS A STORY CHOICE BASIS] 1) makes mc get on her knees and clean up a drink she spilled on his shoes so that they make a scene. or 2) pushes mc to the couch and pins her there, quietly telling her to resist so that they make a scene.

later on, they then go to a room alone to discuss case things more freely, but due to the fear of the room being bugged and surveilled, luke and mc have to stay very close. theres some talk of a mirror that Could be a two-way mirror, and theyre eventually interrupted by the Big Bad of this story when he goes into the room. it is this moment where mc straddles luke, so they wouldnt look suspicious like they were talking about the case and instead were in the middle of a passionate moment

later later on, luke starts getting a headache/fever which are side effects of a drug he took before the mission. this drug upped his alcohol tolerance so he could still drink during the night (and thus not be suspicious), but he does have to deal with those symptoms. mc doesnt like luke having any symptoms tho, so luke goes to the bathroom which hAS NO DOOR (????? WHO DESIGNED THIS MANSION AHSFVKJASH) and goes into the bathtub wiTH HIS SHIRT STILL ON (???? LUKE????) and he has a moment there thats teasing cuz mc was like "i wont peek!" and luke was like "im not bothered by that" and then he gets in the bathtub

the bathtub scene is Literally Steamy, because the water is a bit warm and theres literal steam everywhere. mc goes into the bathroom because she wants to help luke, and luke says something like "stimuli elsewhere can help distract from the pain" and then mc provides him Stimuli Elsewhere

again, largely left to interpretation Where that Elsewhere Stimuli is

lastly, in the scene towards the very end, mc and luke are back in their childhood home and for some reason (i forgot...i need to read through my own card soon i swear) mc is sitting on a table and luke is very close

given all of these, there are several points where a lot of thirsty fans (me, it's me, im thirsty fans, but tHERE ARE OTHERS TOO HAJKFVSKJHF) have filled in some blanks as moments where things couldve gotten intimate. but again, since it's not written undoubtedly in the story itself, it's left to interpretation, and so in my eyes, it doesnt truly count as fucking actually happen

schrodinger's steam, is what i'll call this phenomenon HAHJSDVFKJS

i hope this helps! :D

[subtlehysteria]

I’m so excited for The Royal Engagement of Luke Skywalker (And The Chaos That Ensues Thereafter) but I really really want to know more about he Chile tourist one!!

Ask and ye shall receive!

So, the plot is very loosely based on the premise of “My Life In Ruins”. Din and Cobb work a bus tour across Chile together, Cobb being the charismatic tour guide and Din being the bus driver.

Luke is a tourist from the states in desperate need of a change of scenery. It’s been a year since his flying accident that took his hand and career in one fell swoop. He’s been staying with Leia and Han while he tries to get back on his feet. He and Cobb grew up together and Cobb’s been trying to get him to fly through to Chile for years. Now is as good a time as any.

What follows is a slow burn across the beautiful landscapes of Chile that is shipped by everyone on the bus. The Grogu babysitter’s club makes up the rest of the tour bus so of course there’s gonna be plenty banter and shenanigans and other ships in the background. I’ve never been to Chile but I’m defs researching the hell out of all the locations I’ve chosen so I hope I can do it justice. We just get so many fics where Din is Latino who lives in the States but I wanted to switch things up a bit and include more of Pedro Pascal’s heritage in Din’s backstory hence this plot bunny coming to life. So thank you for showing an interest!

And just as a little extra, here is a snippet from The Royal Engagement of Luke Skywalker ;)

Noticing Luke’s little confused frown, Pre sneers at him from where he’s seated across the table. “Can’t keep up?”

“I’m afraid to say I’m not as proficient yet in Mando’a as I am in Sign,” Luke says, aiming for the diplomatic answer. “But I am learning.”

“Ah, kaysh mirsh solus,” Pre says to some of the others closest to him, earning a few snickers.

“Perhaps, but one brain cell is better than none,” Luke rebuffs in perfect Mando’a. If there’s one thing he’s learnt in his time spent in Keldabe in Paz’s company, it’s witty remarks to less-witty insults.

Pre’s expression turns into something hilariously aghast, his supporters sporting matching jaw-dropped reactions.

Grinning at the shocked and amused faces, Luke digs heartily into their next course—a spicy tiingular stew with an extra kick.

“I’m surprised with how well you handle our spices,” Almec remarks lightly.

“Growing up on Tatooine, you learn to appreciate a bit of spice in your meal,” Luke says with a wink.

“Ah,” says a minister whose name escapes him, “so you’re the one who was raised as the farmer.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” Luke poses, brow arched in challenge.

Sabine smirks into her spoonful of stew, a few others chuckling at their comrade’s slip up as well.

[fixfoxnox]

Luke's Spicy Snippets 13

Pairings: Soap/Roach/Ghost & Jackson/Roach & Soap/Roach/Ghost/Jackson

Warnings: Bondage, teasing, voyeurism, oral sex, dirty talk, cucking <3

Note: Some of you may remember this post from a while back. This here is a little sequel that I whipped up for @probablylikesixducks who has been desperate for a sequel for a bit. Its their birthday today, so it seemed like the perfect time to finally whip this up. Hope you like it Ducks! Happy Birthday <3

"This isn't fair!" Soap whined, tugging against the binds that kept him tied to the headboard of the bed. He'd been fighting against his bonds practically the entire time, moving so much that his wrists were turning an angry red color.

Next to him, Ghost was hardly any better. While he wasn't tugging at his binds as desperately as Soap, his entire body was tense. His cock was straining against his pants, he and Soap hadn't been given the privilege of release from their clothes. His fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.

He had several layers of rope wrapped around his wrists. The red rope was twisted around his arms down to the elbows, all in an attempt to keep him from escaping. It worked well enough, though a close eye was being kept on his hands. There was no doubt that with one right twist of his wrists he'd be free.

"Come on!" Soap whined again, thrusting his hips into the air in an attempt to get some sort of friction to his aching cock. His eyes were focused hungrily on the sight before him. Those bright doe eyes that their boyfriend was giving them...they were downright deadly.

"Don't pay attention to them." Jackson carded a hand through Roach's hair and used a quick tug to bring his attention forward. Back to the thick cock resting right in front of his face, still dripping with bits of his spit and slobber. His mouth watered a bit at the sight. "Come on," Jackson tugged him forward, encouraging him to continue, "make me feel good baby."

Roach could only give a small nod before slowly leaning forward to take the head of Jackson's cock into his mouth once again. The move earned an immediate sigh of relief from Jackson and a grunt of annoyance from the direction of Ghost and Soap.

Jackson guided Roach's mouth further, pushing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Roach followed the silent order with enthusiasm, tracing his tongue over the length of Jackson's cock. He gave a sloppy suck as he pulled back, creating a bit of space before beginning to fuck his mouth on Jackson's cock.

Jackson gave an enthusiastic moan at the movement and, after a moment, began to rut his hips forward. He controlled the pace that Roach moved at, taking his mouth with desperate grunts and a wicked grin on his face.

There was more frustrated movement from the bed and a quick glance over told Jackson that Ghost and Soap were not having the best of times. Soap was practically writhing on the bed. He was trying to figure out how to get friction to his cock at the same time that he was trying to free his hands, desperate to shove Jackson away from his boyfriend and take his place.

Ghost looked like he was two seconds away from trying to tear the headboard off rather than the rope. His eyes were locked onto Roach, desire clear in them as his cock tented his pants.

"Wishing this was you?" Jackson taunted the two, remembering the way that they'd taunted Roach and himself only a few weeks prior. A bit of revenge was warranted. He tilted his head back with an exaggerated moan, "The two of you should feel this. He's so fucking good with his mouth." He rolled his hips forward, causing Roach to gag just a bit, "So fucking warm."

He paused for a moment, moaning at the feeling of Roach sucking his cock. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to look at the two men. "Fuck, I bet he'll feel so much better when I fuck him."

He pulled back at that and reached out to yank Roach to his feet. He was quick to reposition the shorter man, yanking him around until his chest was flush against Roach's back. He made a show of the position, trailing a hand up from Roach's hips and over his chest. He let his finger trail across the younger man's chest and over his neck.

Jackson pressed his fingers to Roach's lips, parting them slowly before slipping his fingers into the others mouth. With the feeling of Roach's tongue dancing around his fingers on one hand, he brought his other hand up to tease at Roach's chest. He flicked a playful hand over one of Roach's nipples, making sure to keep his eyes locked onto Soap and Ghost as he pulled moans from his friend's throat.

"Please!" Soap was the one who spoke, still desperately writhing on the bed, his wrists now so red that Jackson couldn't believe they weren't bleeding yet. "Paul, please! We get it, just let us go! Want to fuck Roach so bad." He tilted his head back with a groan and Jackson couldn't help but to snicker at the sight.

He glanced to Ghost, a delighted grin pulling at his face as he recognized the same desperation in the usually stoic man's eyes. This was delightful, just what he and Roach were going for. They had the men right where they wanted them.

"I tell you what," Jackson took his fingers from Roach's mouth and was quick to wrap his hand around the man's cock, using the spit that had gathered to make a smooth slide for his friend. "I'll let Roach decide. He can decide to let you go and fuck him or not."

Immediately the two men's eyes turned to Roach, pleading with him with desperate looks. Roach didn't say anything for a moment, he just panted and rutted his hips into Jackson's slick hand.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Immediately the two men were nodding. It was a bit pathetic, the desperation that both of them had. Soap was nodding his head like a man crazed, pleas for Roach to let them free slipping from his lips with ease. Ghost wasn't as vocal, but his pleas were just as clear to see.

"You want to fuck me?" The two men nodded. A moment of desperate silence hung in the air. Roach leaned closer to the two men, a look of pleasure on his face. "Too bad." He parroted Ghost's words from weeks prior, "You'll wait your turn. Right now? You just watch."

Jackson was quick to laugh, enjoying the pitiful whines that escaped from the two men as he bent their boyfriend over in front of them, all too prepared to help Roach get his revenge by making his boyfriends watch.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

So... theoretically... if/when I have to time to post it........ would anyone be interested in snippets from the new story sale in ikepri?

( Leon, Chev, Licht & Luke were featured 👀 )

Leon's was pretty sweet, Chev's was like sweet spice, Licht's was spicy sweet, and Luke's was like... spicy & teasing & just... look it was good ok ,,

They all clearly had spice in them, but I'd wager Leon's was probably the tamest? iirc Licht's & Luke's had the most..... descriptions, shall we say? Can't share the voices but while the stories are fine with or without them, they were definitely a great addition... vvv enticing 😌💕

smth about them calling you a good girl in that alluring murmur did things to me.... no i will not be elaborating.. but got damn that was some thirst bucks well spent lol 🤭

[miraculouscontent]

Hello I’m to rant about gale heads up some of this is going to be kind of misspelled because I’m dumb, also I’m gonna say the fuck kind of a lot so sorry.

First of all dude you can just block fucking tags and you don’t have to be passive aggressive to someone you don’t like just block them. The best way to experience fandom is to curate your experience to what you like for example me following you because I like your content.I think gale should just block the lukenette tag if the idea of Marinette being with Luke bother him so much block the tag. You would enjoy the hell scape known as the miraculous ladybug fandom if you block that one tag everyone who likes that ship

Two, I don’t like how he uses some thing you made as a sign of bad fanfic and can’t even bother to get your name right. Let’s start with using the ladybugoutAU as a sign of too much salt, it’s kind of insulting because people who read it can see how much a foot you put in to the snippets of the full fanfiction(it got me following you actually) despite it being a salt fic it’s well written and none of the characters feel out of character. Because newsflash gale Adrian it’s kind of an entitled brat and Clarity, you got how he acts accurate enough to the show. Now let’s talk about how  he got your name wrong, last I checked your name is not candy it’s Clarity it feels kind like a dick move to call someone a slightly different name to the actual name. Sure I may have missed read your name as chansey (like The Pokémon some reason) for the longest time but it’s still in the same ballpark it’s not candy

Gale has a stick up his ass because he ships the LS and he doesn’t have any major criticism from the show. Can some salt and criticism people have a be a little bad faith media yeah sure. However I don’t know how to break this to you him but Adrian is such a boring character that flower is more spicy than him, there’s not even a lot of chemistry with Adrian and Marinette in the show. Because the only chemistry they have is the hold a meant for each other which is bullshit. Gale it’s not better than anyone for shipping A basic bitch ship with a basic ass character who has nothing going on for him except for being entitled Twatt. 

My closing statement of this is gale should really get off his high horse and other block you/Lukeinette tag. Or he can keep being a hypocrite, i’m tired and I want him to shut up. And since I’m here again I would like to tell you that I love your content and you’re the only reason why I’m still in the fandom. I keep writing the lovely tube blueberries together because they deserve happiness✨

Stay awesome and I’m going to sleep for a whole day, i’m sorry if there’s a so chaotic it’s late where I am. 

Thank you so much! I’m glad people feel such a need to defend me~

And yeah, I don’t understand why people purposefully go into tags either to salt or to seek out content they don’t like. Apparently we’re toxic people for watching the show despite being so salty over it yet what they do is fine? (Also, anyone who follows my Lukanette blog knows that I had to make a whole new Lukanette tag for everyone because the original one was poison.)

I did used to be called “Candy,” but I had changed it a good while before Gale had made that post. My name is right on my blog, it’s not hard.

I appreciate the comments on LadyBugOut! I feel like using any fic as some sort of “measurement” is silly. There are bad ideas and good ideas, but most things are up to opinion and to automatically list an idea as “bad” supposedly without actually doing research?  (Some people might remember the controversy when Gale refused to acknowledge his Villain Luka AU as Luka salt). Again, I don’t care what love square stans think of my AU (I just use it as a measurement for how well I did lol) but the fact of them being exposed to my AU at all when it’s tagged is just... veeeery suspicious.

I just wished they’d own up and either name drop me/the AU directly or not bring it up at all; not this wishy-washy middle ground where they’re salty but don’t want to be obvious about it.

There was also that one weird comment about “salt against salt cancelling it out” that I’ll never understand, but I won’t pretend to get someone who rants against salt and then actively seeks it out.

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Ashridge Pack Ashridge Pack Ashridge Pack Ashridge Pack !!!!!!!

Awww, Anon! Here’s a long-sh, male werewolf x male human snippet for you then. It’s later in the storyline than where we left off on Patreon, but not by that much... Bear in mind it’s an unedited WIP, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Ashridge is a background story that I’m working on, but don’t intend to publish on here. It’ll be a self-published novel when it’s done, and my former-Patreon folks in the Discord will get to read it first and beta it for me.

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Luke glanced to his left and watched Sol down the remainder of his glass with a grimace. “You pick a shitty one?” he asked and heard Harry’s short inhale of surprise from his left.  

Sol looked at him and for a moment his blank expression was impossible to read. Then, to his (and Harry’s) evident surprise, he cracked a smirk. “No, but I’m not downing a single malt.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a whisky snob?” Luke blurted and earned himself a sharp dig in the ribs from Harry.  

“Name me one decent blended and I’ll forgive you for that,” Sol growled, though Luke thought he could see a playful glint in the wolf’s golden eyes.  

He narrowed his own in thought and chewed on his lower lip. When he glanced up, he found Sol’s eyes locked on the point where his teeth sank into the soft flesh of his lip. The alpha did not look up until Luke stopped doing it. “I’m told Suntory Hibiki is nice, but I’ve never had it.”

If Luke had just told Sol he liked to drink silver nitrate on the weekends, the wolf couldn’t have looked more surprised. It only lasted for a moment, but it was written so clearly on his face that Luke had to laugh. Sol’s shoulder dropped just a little and he twitched his chin at the empty bar stool beside him. Without waiting to see if Luke was going to sit, he turned to the bar tender and said, “Two Hibiki 21’s, please. No ice.”  

The pounding bass of the club behind them was not enough to drown out his deep, rough voice, and neither was it enough to mask Harry’s hiss through clenched teeth. “Luke, what are you doing?”

With a poorly-concealed grin, Luke leaned in close to Harry’s ear and said, “Having a drink with the best looking werewolf I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re nuts,” Harry mouthed, wide-eyed.  

Luke just grinned, but when he turned back after Harry had slunk off, Sol’s face was back to his usual thunderhead severity. “You know he’s just anxious I’m going to put my foot in my mouth and piss off the pack’s alpha, right?”

“I’m not pack alpha,” he growled, glowering down at his hands on the bar. 

On a whim, Luke reached out and gently placed his fingers over Sol’s. He felt the wolf twitch, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he looked up at Luke, and his pupils soared wide the instant he found Luke’s face. Taking that for a good sign, Luke smiled, hopped awkwardly up onto the barstool, and said, “Harry’s a bag of nerves, and he forgets how much time I’ve actually spent with you lot. I think he still expects me to be afraid of you.”

“You’re not?”

“Of you or wolves in general?”

Sol swallowed thickly, his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing as his throat worked. He still looked like he was trying to bore twin holes in the counter top with his eyes as he looked away and mumbled, “Either.”

“Nah. I’ve seen what happens when you lot get a belly scratch. I can’t be afraid of any werewolf after that.” He instantly wondered if he’d pushed it too far with a pseudo-dog-joke, so he added, “Honestly, Harry’s the biggest dork I’ve ever seen when he wolfs out in the evenings in front of Bake-Off with me.”

Something shifted in Sol’s demeanour at that. He took a long, slow inhale and then offered Luke the slowest, sweetest smile he’d ever seen on the man. “You’re good for him,” he said quietly. If Luke hadn’t been watching his mouth — well, more accurately the coarse, black, three-day stubble around it — then he might have missed it altogether.  

“We’re not, like, boyfriends or anything,” Luke added as the guy behind the bar slid his whisky towards him. He took it but didn’t drink yet, holding it by the rim and idly swirling the amber liquid around as he watched the lights of the club reflect in its depths. “I mean, we share a flat and we’ve been best friends since I was about twelve, but I’m pretty sure he’s ace…” He coughed and added, “Besides, he’s not really my type.”

“Because he’s a guy?”

“Because he’s a twink,” Luke snorted and chinked his glass against Sol’s where it still sat on the bar. “I don’t tend to go for guys who are already built like me on the whole. It has been known to happen, but I’m more into…” he looked pointedly over at Sol and raked him up and down with his eyes, and then grinned.  

Sol’s thick eyebrows rose slowly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sol nudged his glass against Luke’s and sipped it without speaking, so Luke followed suit. “Mmm,” he hummed as the spicy liquor rolled over his tongue. “I was right.”

“You were,” Sol smirked, still not quite looking at him. The way he leaned against the bar showed his biceps off to incredible advantage though in the tight, wine-red Henley and it made Luke’s mouth go dry if he looked at him too long.  

“You dance?” Luke asked, shooting a glance over his right shoulder at the floor behind him where Max and Laura were quietly grinding against one another and Harry, Onita, and a number of others Luke didn’t really know were laughing and dancing together, heads thrown back, lost to the beat.  

“Not on the whole,” Sol snorted. “I’m not great at it.”

“Who is?” Luke laughed, taking another sip. He only had a few more mouthfuls before it would be all gone.  

“Fair enough.” Sol surprised him then by tipping his glass back and sliding off the stool.  

“Thought you didn’t down nice whiskies?”

“I said I didn’t down single malts,” he said with his eyes flashing alpha red for a moment. “That was still a blended, even if it was a good one. Dance?”

Luke knocked his back and took the hand that Sol extended. His palm was warm and rough, like he spent his spare time in a workshop, and let Sol lead him out onto the floor, winding between people.  

Luke had to duck beneath someone’s arm as they flailed, and Sol tugged him close to avoid it. Laughing, Luke let himself fall against Sol’s solid chest and he spread his fingers appreciatively over the hard plane of muscle. Sol’s breath caught visibly and his eyes flashed again. A moment later, his hands found their way hesitantly to Luke’s hips and he raised one eyebrow.  

In answer, Luke grinned up at him and suggestively swayed his hips in a figure of eight that had Sol literally growling. Delighted, Luke threw back his head and laughed, moving more to the music. For a while, they moved like that, with Sol’s hands on his hips and Luke just moving, but before too long, Sol turned him so that his back was to Sol’s chest and he drew in a short inhale as Sol moved up behind him and nuzzled briefly at his ear and began to kiss down his neck, all the while keeping his hands on Luke’s hips.

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One more week until posting day for the Rebels Minibang! This is the last little preview until you get to read the whole fic on October 3rd :)

This fic is spicy and rated E!

“Running All Night”

A Skybridger fic set immediately after the events of the episode “Twin Suns”

Snippet #3:

Ezra couldn’t help glancing down at Luke’s smirking lips. Slowly, he leaned closer to Luke so their faces were only several inches apart. Luke remained steadfast in his position, not flinching or backing away in the slightest. Blue eyes darted downwards in the direction of Ezra’s mouth before flicking back up again.

Hesitantly, Ezra raised a hand towards Luke’s face, and asked softly, “Can I…?”

Luke bit his bottom lip, and then quickly nodded.

Ezra so desperately wanted to dive enthusiastically at Luke’s mouth, but he exercised Jedi-trained restraint. Gently cupping Luke’s cheek, they instead met in the middle with a soft touch of the lips. Featherlight grazes had electricity shooting down Ezra’s spine and pooling low in his abdomen, until he couldn’t take the softness anymore. He tilted his head and parted his lips slightly, allowing Luke deeper access and movement.

Their breaths came faster now between wet smacks and little hums. Experimentally, Ezra dipped the tip of his tongue between Luke’s teeth, and Luke gently bit down.

And with that, a dam broke within him.

It’s all downhill from there… ;)