#6.1

[larslattery]

[kather3ina]

mi felicidad 🩵

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— ANY WAY THAT YOU WANT ME

SUMMARY : he’s clingy and doesn’t know how else to feel close to her. even though it gets them both riled up, it’s nice while it lasts.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), cockwarming, fluff

WORD COUNT : 1.2k

A/N : omg, y’all, HEY. I’m sorry. LMAO, see y’all next week??? XXXXXX

“So you’re just not gonna move?” He asked, lifting his hips off the couch and lowering his pants. She nodded, about to explain some more to him. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked immediately after, taking in the view of her in a pretty pastel-blue bralette and matching underwear, which she was starting to push down her legs. 

“No,” she laughed, “why would you think that?” She straddled him, entertained by the way he tugged on his cock while he stared at the side, deep in thought and his only response was a shrug. She took his chin in her hand, made him look at her so she could kiss him softly. “This is supposed to be enjoyable and lazy.” 

He hummed softly, sounding a little doubtful, as if he already knew himself. His eyes remained glued on her face when she took him in her hand, not teasing herself the way she usually did, just pressed the soft head against her entrance, gently pushing into her, stretching her easily with the warm slickness that was there. 

She moved up and down slowly and he moaned, but he knew she was just making the way down easier for herself, less painful, more comfortable. He let her, grasped her thighs and looked away from her curious face to observe how wet she had his cock. He cursed softly, found himself so desperate he thrusted upwards sharply to push himself all the way in, her little gasp pulled him out of his daze.

“Shit, honey,” he said worriedly, “did I hurt you?” 

“No, just surprised me,” she smiled at him reassuringly, kissed his forehead and her lips lingered before she pulled away. He relaxed and nodded, his thumbs brushing gently over her hip bones, daring to look back down where she was now full with him. She must have been looking at him the whole time, because she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and lifted it up his tummy to get a better look at herself too. He felt himself throb inside her, knowing that she wanted to look, that she was enjoying this nearly as much as he was starting to, it made the muscles in his abdomen tighten delightfully. 

“Take it off,” he murmured, “I’m kinda hot,” he added. 

“Yeah, you are,” she flirted, but started to lift his shirt up, helped him take it off and threw it on the other side of the couch. He rolled his eyes at her at first, but then nodded, taking the compliment proudly. He slid his hands up her sides, wiggled his fingers underneath her bralette to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. 

Her nipples tightened under his gaze. He felt her walls squeeze around him when his thumbs brushed over her nipples, nearly stopping himself from going any further because he didn’t think he could just sit there and not have sex with her while he was inside her. It was worse when she squirmed, her back arching slightly, her hips undulating just barely, but enough to nearly drive him crazy. 

“How long do you expect me to last?” He asked breathily, shifting under her. She looked down at him, amusement sparked so obviously in her eyes, her lip twitching up into a smirk.  “Don’t get me wrong,” he murmured, pinching her nipples roughly, “love feeling you this close, but I can’t do it.” 

“Then stop doing that,” she said with a chuckle. She grabbed his wrists and moved them out from her silky bralette. He pouted at her, his eyes falling back to the thin material that covered her breasts, her nipples poking through. “Hey, let’s do something,” she suggested, forcing him to tear his eyes away from her chest. 

“Watch a movie?” He asked, more than a little disappointed when she moved off his lap. He stared at how slick he was. Looking up at her, he saw how triumphant she was by the beads of precum that quickly rolled down his dick. He blushed, nearly pulled his pants up to cover himself, but she stopped him. 

“Take all your clothes off,” she ordered.

“You too?” He asked, immediately doing as she told him to do. She looked down at herself and shrugged with a nod, and lifted the bralette up and off her body. He quickly stood up once he was naked, grabbed her waist and latched his lips onto her nipples. Her hands went to his hair, a title gasp slipping past her lips, knowing he was trying to tempt her, when he turned her and gently pushed her into the couch. 

“Boaz,” she warned, but he ignored her. His fingers went up her thighs, between her legs to massage her clit expertly. His teeth gently scraped her nipples, giving little licks to cover them in his saliva and moved his mouth down her stomach, left open-mouth kisses down body and replaced his fingers with his mouth to play with her clit. She grabbed his face and pulled him off her, “okay, now it is a punishment,” she told him breathlessly. 

He whined, moved up her body to kiss her lips passionately, silently asking for forgiveness and to stop her from going through with her newest idea, which to him was more tortuous than pleasurable. She kissed his back, held his face gently in her hands, tilting her head to let his tongue in. The softness and the warmth of it against her own made her moan, tasting something fruity and sweet in his mouth.

She would love nothing more than to have sex with him, but she wanted to push his buttons. She wanted to see how far he would let himself go, before he simply couldn’t just sit there. She didn’t think he’d get so desperate as quickly as he did, but even now, he rolled his hips against hers, sliding his cock through her folds and nearly pushing himself back into her, but a sharp smack of her small hand on his ass made him pull away in shock. 

She laughed softly, leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his neck because she really wanted to give in now. But she didn’t, she slipped out from under him and he sat down, staring after her naked body bending over to get the TV ready for whatever she wanted to watch. It was just Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which made him relax, but the little smirk on her lips when she turned to face him made him excited and anxious all at once.

“You’re not serious,” he said incredulously, but she appeared far too amused to be joking. She took his bearded chin, smiled down at him, her thumb gently swiping across his lower lip so they automatically parted, ready for a kiss. She gave him one, a small, teasing kiss to his parted lips, innocent on the surface but so full of mischief. 

“Let’s see how long you last,” she murmured, sitting back in his lap. He tensed up, grabbed her hips and didn’t stop her from sliding back down his dick. His head fell back against the couch, trying to suppress a groan of pleasure and failing, his hands moved to her ribcage. 

“I can tell you now,” he muttered, “a few more minutes.” She laughed, rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his jawline. He smiled at her despite how tense and turned on he was, trying hard to ease his body and give her a few moments of peace before he tried again to go for what he wanted.

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[tacoedits]

“Have you noticed our little shadow? He’s been following us since we left the city.”

Bonus:

[voliyu]

Spoilers 6.1

[karoiseka]

🪺 We'll Meet Again / Long Time No See / Good News! for the trio!

This came to me almost immediately when I saw this prompt. Have very very beginning of 6.1 Karo/Thancred/G'raha. (I'm very proud of the screenshot-pose)

The morning fog was bright in Sharlayan harbor as the sun arose behind the clouds not yet chased away by the warmth the day would bring.  A quiet trio stood on the docks, heads together and arms wrapping around each other creating a tight circle.

“I’ll send a Moogle whenever we get to a new location,” they had been over it all several times the past few days, but the words being said aloud by Thancred did seem to change things–make them more real.  Karo’s wounds were finally healed to the chirurgeon's satisfaction, and had the clear to start wandering the world as she saw fit once more.  The trio had been stationed at the Annex waiting until that happened, allowing G’raha to slowly integrate back into the Students, while Thancred took quick excursions with Urinanger to Labyrinthos.  

A recent quick trip to Mor Dhona to see Tatatru had cemented the fact that she was ready to get back out in the world–as long as she was being treated just like any other adventurer again that was.  The wanderlust was starting to itch at her, and Karo longed for warmer climates than the chill of the Scholar’s city.  She also hadn’t seen her parents since getting back from the End of the Universe, and despite having Estinien stop in where they were still staying in Thavnair to assure them that she was going to be fine, she knew that a visit was long overdue.

The thought of leaving Thancred and G’raha for an extended amount of time however, was chipping away at her tightly shielded emotions.  Estinien had been the first to escape the island, Vrtra offering him a place to stay and a message about possible work.  Urianger had followed, off to Labyrinthos, making visits to the moon while patiently waiting on Thancred before the two left for the East.  They weren’t sure where their wandering would take them, hence Thancred’s quiet reassurances to Karo and G’raha.  Y’shtola hadn’t left until she was positive that Karo’s wounds were fully on the mend, but quietly slipped away one morning headed back to Dravania to search for answers in the Gubal Library.  The fact that Master Matoya was still standing watch over the Antitower not far from it was “just a coincidence” that she would stay with her old mentor while digging for her research.

Alphinaud and Alisaie had left from the Rising Stones, after the “disbanding” of the Scions.  Karo had barely been able to stand during the farewell gathering, pushing her limits to the max, some of her wounds not even fully sealed.  Watching them walk out the gate to leave for Ishgard on their way to Garlemald, she thought her heart would burst with pride.  They had both grown so much emotionally, and were headed to becoming amazing young adults.  They had skipped away from having to say a long goodbye to their own parents by doing that, and she had to chuckle at Fourchenault’s face when they had arrived back in Sharlayan without the twins.  She knew a visit to the frozen North would be in order once she had seen her own parents, hoping that the heat of Thavnair would bolster her before heading back out on the road.

What type of road would it be?  Would she still be able to find the wonder and hidden treasures the way she had when she had first set off from Gridiana?  Would it feel tiresome and tedious, or full of new experiences and trials to overcome?  Would it be lonely?  Karo’s arms tightened around G’raha and Thancred, eyes closed, willing herself not to cry.  It wasn’t the end of the world.  They had stopped that.  For now at least.  G’raha nuzzled his head against her’s, sensing her distress, no matter how she tried to hide it, even as Thancred squeezed them both back in return.

“This isn’t Ultima Thule, we’ll just be a quick aetheryte trip away,” G’raha’s voice had a slight rasp to it.  The three of them had talked many times the past few moons about this moment, and Karo’s fear and anxiety of being separated from everyone.  Thancred had seen it on the First, and G’raha had gotten to see it first hand when they had been marching after Meteion in Ultima Thule, and he had expressed his distress about it afterwards.  The need to keep hope alive in that moment had him looking ahead, as had been needed, but he had hated to hurt her, and had spent quite some time begging for her forgiveness as she recovered.

Karo took another deep breath.  G’raha was right.  If she was lonely enough, she could jump back to the Annex to stay the night, or even have a quick meal, before continuing on her journey.  She could wander the world and stop in on all of her friends, scattered as they might be, leading her footsteps to one familiar face to another, and beyond to wonders she had yet to see.  She had a home to come back to.  People to come back to.  It was a new beginning, but one on her own terms.  One that she could hopefully guide along the path she wanted.  She was beholden to no nation, only her heart, and it sang now with the freedom of the thought.

“Alllll-aboard!” The call from the ship startled them out of their own little circle of comfort and peace, realizing it was time for Thancred to depart.  He and Urianger would be on the ship for several weeks as they headed east of Thavnair, while Karo had opted to teleport directly there.  

Kisses were shared all around, cheeks, lips, and to sweep away unbidden tears, finally falling as peace was finally being felt.  A final embrace, a final declaration of love for them both, and Thancred was darting up the gangplank to stand at the rail with his travel partner.  It wasn’t goodbye, only farewell for now.  The sails were unfurled as the ship slipped away from the dock, and the two Miqo’te stood to watch it disappear into the morning fog.

“I should go as well,” Karo was reluctant, but knew if she didn’t pick up the bag at her feet and start the teleport spell now, she would make another excuse one after another to stay at the Annex even longer than planned.  Nodding, G’raha held her one more time, kissing forehead then lips before stepping back to watch as she prepared the spell, popping out of sight, as the sun broke through the fog at last.

[ancillaryjurisprudence]

6.1 pulled Full Metal Panic! memories from deep within

Story that asks "Can these warrior heroes, now that the battles are done and the planet safe, go more than 1 hour without destroying public infrastructure" and the answer is no

[drkcatt]

so the 6.1 dungeon boss, huh

[littlemourningstar]

Hellooooo today was Izy’s birthday so I drew a lily as a nod to flp 🥺

I also have some doodles from the birthday event graphic I made

[drjohndisco]

Daniel died and now Jack's the sex appeal. I appreciate that very much.

[rousedwhisperingdawn]

Rather late but

Every time I think about patch 6.1's MSQ, I love how it subverted all my expectations in a hilarious way.

The trailer made it seem like Estinien, known to be poor at managing finances, got scammed into buying a fake treasure map.

Except Estinien knew it was a scam, and bought the map anyway because he figured the people involved needed the money.

Except the scammers recognized Estinien (and the Warrior of Light) as the saviours of Radz-at-Han and the world, and quietly begged their gods for forgiveness later.

Except the treasure map is real, and the scammers had to hype it up because the treasure location was very dangerous.

Except the treasure location was actually just Vrtra's basement and he had to go check on it after we busted the security systems.

That the "real" treasure was not the mountains of gold and jewelry, but rather the voidgate leading to the Thirteenth thus our new adventure arc, was the final detail to make it all work.

[wikipediagrams]

[jessiangravelblr]

ITZY "Mr. Vampire" M/V @ITZY

[capsicrew]

you know ejvi hella would say this and y'shtola's reaction is right as expected lmao

[ronakkanki]

[spiritusloci]

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