#Rosie Timbers

[mekanizie]

Timbers Family

[revvethasmythh]

I love it when durge gets this one particular expression on their face and you just know you're gonna do something fucked up in T-minus 10 seconds. I have lovingly dubbed it The Grinch Face™️

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

HI fellow LotR fan!! If all of the characters in the trilogy were snakes, what snakes would (at least some of them, I know there's a lot) they be?

Ooooh that's so fun!

Bilbo and Frodo: ball pythons. They're cute. They're a lil bit shy. It's perfect!

Sam: rosy boa. Vibes are right and there's a flower in the name

Merry and Pippin: western hognoses 10000%

Gandalf: the oldest, scrungliest ratsnake that ever did live

Aragorn: I'm biased because I have a rainbow boa named Aragorn, but rainbow boa

Legolas: Trans-Pecos ratsnake

Gimli: dwarves have rattlesnake vibes. Gimli would be a timber rattler!

Boromir: Egyptian cobras. They're cool and easily corruptible by the lure of power

Faramir: Egyptian false cobras, kind of like Egyptian cobras but not as cool

Eowyn: a coachwhip!

Ringwraiths: black mambas!

Mouth of Sauron: cottonmouths are by far the funniest choice. A bit literal but whatever

Arwen and Elrond: blue racers!

Gollum: this awful AI-generated snake I found once that made me laugh so hard I saved it to my computer

[tastesoftamriel]

I hate hot food. For many reasons. I know a lot of Argonian meals are served cool/cold, but do the other races have meals intended to be the same way?

While not particularly common in some Provinces, chilled dishes can be found across Tamriel and are the perfect refreshment when hot food feels a little too weighty.

Altmer

Probably the Tamrielic masters of cold dishes, the High Elves are probably best known for their cold raw seafood dishes. Fresh fish, prawns, squid, octopus, sea urchin, and much more are sliced with a deft hand and served with wasabi and saltrice sauce. Sometimes, the seafood is placed atop rice and wrapped with a thin slice of nori to hold it together. While the idea of eating cold raw fish may not appeal to many, it's one of my favourite foods in Tamriel.

Argonians

Keeping clay or metal vessels submerged in water is an age-old Argonian technique of keeping their food cool, which is an absolute must in the hot and muggy climate of Black Marsh. Cold swamp jelly and seafood salad topped with grilled prawns and chilled marinated snails is a customary dish offered to visitors, and it's delightfully refreshing! The swamp jelly doesn't taste of much, but its soft, jelly-like texture complements the crunch of the seaweed.

Bosmer

Cold food isn't much of a thing for the Wood Elves, but one exception jumps to mind: the humble cottage cheese dip. Cottage cheese made from timber mammoth milk is aged in caves for two days, seasoned, and kept chilled. The dip is served cold with dried cured meats to dip with. It's not terribly exciting, but there's nothing quite as satisfying as eating meat and cheese in one bite!

Bretons

Chilled soufflés are all the rage in High Rock, and require lots of patience (and swearing) to master. Both sweet and savoury soufflés are served in this manner, from orange liqueur to parmesan and rosemary. My personal favourite is the chilled chili chocolate soufflé from the Rosy Lion in Daggerfall, part of their seasonal menu. The combination of rich dark cocoa with a touch of Alik'r spices is out of Nirn!

Dunmer

Chilled foods aren't an integral part of Dunmeri gastronomic culture, but certain Houses, namely the Telvanni, Hlaalu, and Redorans, do enjoy them. A Telvanni specialty is a cold chicken salad, where the chicken is marinated overnight in a blend of matcha, fire fern, saltrice sauce, and secret spices. It grilled and shredded, and served cold with hackle-lo leaves and gold kanet seeds atop steamed saltrice. However, don't let appearances fool you; any Telvanni with cold chicken salad leftovers can probably be found gobbling it at midnight straight from the cold cellar.

Imperials

The Gold Coast is famous for its chilled seafood soup, made with a creamy tomato and fish stock base, and loaded with all manner of fish and shellfish. While the hot variant from Bruma is more popular in colder climes, the cold seafood soup is a delightfully refreshing meal when beating the summer heat, especially when served with a mojito on the side.

Khajiit

If there's an excuse to make a food cold, the Khajiit will find it, and for good reason: the Deadlands-like heat of Elsweyr. Cold vegetable curries are a notable mention. Three or four small bowls of different curries, from mild okra to spicy potato, are served with moon sugar, saffron rice or tandoor flatbreads, and are meant to be eaten with your hands. I must say, though, that there's a rather jarring contrast between the cold curry and the searing heat you get from biting into a bird's eye chili.

Nords

Unlike the Khajiit, Nords look for any excuse to make food hot, with a couple of exceptions. Cold smoked salmon, mudcrab, or trout with dark rye bread is one of them. This rustic lunch dish is served with chilled horseradish cream, goat cheese, and fish roe topping, and is the perfect meal for when you want something filling that won't send you straight to sleep.

Orcs

Glass noodle salad is an Orcish delicacy said to have originated in Wrothgar in the early Second Era. The noodles, made from sweet potato starch, are thick and chewy, and are served chilled. To turn it into a salad, simply throw in some cold shredded daikon radish and carrots, sweet frost mirriam vinegar, peas, cold rare beef tongue slices, and fried chorizo. Easy and delicious, while packing lots of flavour!

Redguards

Cold foods are a welcome treat in Hammerfell, where the searing heat can be just as unbearable as Elsweyr's. Cold, pulled goat in a chilled tomato and harissa-based stew is eaten as a soup, and is a filling meal when mixed with bulgur or cous-cous. While it may sound and look a little like last night's disappointing leftovers, one bite of this on a Midyear day in the Alik'r will have you moaning with delight.

[jellys-compendium]

Patience is a Virtue

A Spicy Vash x F!Reader x Wolfwood Drabble

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only, Minors DNI)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader x Wolfwood Cw: Smut, threesome, Vashussy (i.e., Vash has a pussy), grinding, making out, p in v sex, consensual voyeurism, cumming inside, slight belly bulge, anal fingering, cum as lube, hair pulling A/n: Very impromptu thirsty thoughts plagued me while I was making dinner, so now you all get to suffer with me (also not proofread, sorry for any errors)

Imagine laying naked on top of Vash, nipples hard and skin electrified as your mouth caresses his--both your tongues eagerly swirling and thrusting against the other as the room fills with sounds of messy panting and lewd moans.

Imagine the glistening saliva that leaks down Vash's chin. It pairs beautifully with that disheveled spikey hair and his glowing rosy cheeks.

Imagine bucking your hips against his, watching as those blue eyes glaze over and feeling his back arch beneath you. Vash's strength lifts you so easily as he sings a blissful cry.

Imagine those cold and hot fingers digging into your back as Vash's pussy throbs against yours. His flesh is swollen and sensitive, wet and wanting. With a desperate whine he grinds up against you, rubbing his folds against your own and mixing your slick with his.

Imagine Vash desperately keening when his clit finds yours, languidly rubbing your sensitive spots together until he's coming under you for the second time that night. Trembling, open, and so devastatingly beautiful.

Imagine hearing Wolfwood's rumbling chuckle from the loveseat. A half gone and long forgotten cigarette smokes between his rough fingers as those dark eyes drink in the sight before him. He's naked too--cock laying hard and proud against his navel.

Imagine the devilishly handsome smile that spreads across Wolfwood's lips when he captures yours and Vash's attention. "So cute," he rasps before putting out his light and making his way towards the bed with confident strides.

Imagine feeling the mattress compress, the old springs protesting with a groan as Wolfwood climbs on. Hot fingers reach to tease at both yours and Vash's pussy, the two of you moaning lewdly as Wolfwood sinks his fingers into your fluttering walls.

Imagine the preacher teasing both you and Vash, that irresistible timber softly cooing your praises as he spoils you with his touch, telling you both how good you are for putting on such a pretty little show just for him.

Imagine feeling Wolfwood's hot cock press against your folds, your hips wiggling and your heart accelerating with anticipation. When you feel that smooth glands slip down your folds and nestle against Vash's entrance however, you cannot hide the pout that decorates your face. Wolfwood's chuckle perfectly compliments the apologetic little kiss that Vash presses against the corner of your mouth.

Imagine being pressed so close to Vash that you can practically feel when Wolfwood enters him. The small lump that manifests and presses against your navel makes you dizzy with arousal. Vash's beautiful eyes squeeze shut, his grip tightening around your waist as he lets out another broken cry. You tremble as Wolfwood starts pounding into Vash's cunt with the ferocity and desperation of a man starved.

Imagine the slick and desperate friction between the three of you, heat rising as hands touch everywhere. Pinching, gripping and caressing. As Wolfwood's hips slap against the both of you, his strong hands pin you in place, and despite the fact that you're not the one being penetrated, you're practically teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Imagine Vash egging you on as he's fucked stupid on Wolfwood's cock. The typhoon's hands reaching up to grope and caress your breasts, his hot mouth on yours as he whispers--begs--for you to come. Wolfwood's mouth is on your neck not soon after, the stubble on his chin and cheeks a pleasurable burn against your sensitive skin.

Imagine reaching down between the three of you, fingers wrapping around the base of Wolfwood's cock and giving him a squeeze before traveling up to circle around Vash's engorged clit. "Come," you whisper, breathless and aching. "I want to feel both of you coming."

Imagine the feeling of both Wolfwood and Vash reaching that high, their moans echoing through the room as their bodies tense all around you. Powerful muscles arching and straining, trapping your body between their own as they grind and groan, savoring the feeling of their shared release together.

Imagine the satisfied smile that grazes both their faces, and then the glistening mirth in their eyes as Wolfwood pulls out of Vash, and then before you can prepare, spreads you open and buries his fat cock to the hilt inside you. Vash's mouth latches onto your throat as you arch and cry out--Wolfwood's fingers ensnare your hair in an iron grip.

Imagine both men praising you as they begin to fuck you. Vash's fingers lubed with his slick and Wolfwood's cum, circles around the tight rim of your ass before plunging inside your tight hole. Wolfwood's hips ram against yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"Such a good girl for us." Wolfwood praises. "Patience is a virtue, you know?"

[jupiterpiss]

Father!

Father Paul Hill x Fem!OC

Author’s note— This is just an intro to a series I’m coooking up. This does take place some time in the late 1970’s early 80’s.. so keep in mind. Mildred Gunning doesn’t exist sorry folks :(( I got no description cause idk what to say.. anyway enjoy!

Warnings— Mention of pregnancy, vomiting, got some people to proof read but there could be some mistakes (I made this at 1 am), oh and descriptions of a hot priest

She feels like vomiting.

Her stomach churns and twists violently, like the waves that crash not too far from her, the sound tuning into a distant static noise she desperately tries to comfort herself with. Her girls aren’t too far away, running about as high-pitched giggles leave their lips, cheeks rosy and eyes bright as the morning sun as they play.

She’s unsure of what they’re playing, ‘tag’ she supposes, but she can’t pay much mind to it as another wave of nausea rolls through her. Her hands squeeze down harshly onto her thighs, framed bent over as she prepares herself for her breakfast to leave her. Though, it seems quite stubborn.

“Madeline,” she starts, blowing a huffed breath as she tries to compose herself, “Honey,” she tries again, though her calls to her daughter fall upon deaf ears.

Kids, kills them to listen to any sort of authority figure.

She attempts a deep breath but fails, instead gagging and coughing, “Jesus, Maddie-” she tries once more, but doesn’t get to finish her speech. Luckily enough, she gets a loud “yeah?” from her eldest daughter, her small hands pushing back any free strands of hair over her small face.

“Honey, oh je- okay,” she decides trying is useless, and instead remains helpless. She’s sure she’s a sight to behold for all those attending mass this morning, her gagging like a cat with her two little girls running around paying her little mind as they fight each other with sticks. Better then them running around naked and her crying, she supposes. Something her poor mother went through when she was little. Fourth of July wans’t the best time in her household that year.

“Hey? You okay?” A voice calls out, a sweet one. Feminine. She reconzies it as one of her fellow neighbors. Reconzises a flash of black hair and light skin, can guess the rest of the woman’s features that she has engraved into her brain after years of living just two doors down.

She only nods, “Yeah, fine, uh, just gonna’ vomit is all,” she explains, desperate to land a horrible joke that only crashes and burns. Worth the try she supposes.

The neighbors nods slowly, unsure, “okay.. You sure?”

She nods again, “morning sickness, usual pregenat lady stuff, it’s fine.”

They nod, seeming to understand. It wasn’t unusual after all, early trimester meant a one way ticket to the toilet for a few weeks. With that they slowly walk away, going up the steps of mass as they watch her with concern etched in their soft features.

The sun is beaming done on her, seemingly sucking up small amounts of help the breeze brings as she desperately tries to ease the clench of her stomach. She wishes the sun away, hopes a cloud goes over it because what the hell sun? Don’t you see i’m dying here?! It seems the sun, or God, had heard her mindless calls because suddenly the sun is gone, vanished out of air.

She looks to the shadow casted across the grass just above her, expecting to see just dim light but instead sees a figure, a tall one at that. She pays no mind to it, instead giving a small head shake, “it’s okay, I’m okay, just a small dizzy spell,” she explains.

“If being hunched over the grass is ‘okay’, I’m scared to see what is ‘great’”, a low voice jokes, timber and soft. She only laughs, brows rising momentarily before dropping again. She slowly tries to move around, going to face him as she attempts to stand to her full height.

“I’m fine,” she says slowly, trying to reassure the collared man before her (though it’s weak), “It’s okay, just a little morning sickness is all.”

He hums at that. “Seems it.”

“No one ever quite prepares you for the amount of times you’ll be tasting your eggs and bacon when pregnant,” she attempts at another joke, “good to go back for secon-” she cuts herself off as another rush of nausea rolls through her.

“I’m sorry,” she slowly doubles down, setting her hands back on her knees, “ I’m sure mass is about to start, you should go-”

“No, no it’s okay, mass can wait. Much more important matters at play here” he bends down with her, crouching as he hands her a cup of water. A part of her takes note that if he already have a glass of water in hand, he had taken notice of her state much earlier, but she casts the thought aside.

She gulps some down, hoping the liquid would push down her rising early meal, “Thank you.”

He gives a curt nod in return, “‘Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is your power to act.’ Proverbs 3:27. It’s best to make sure you keep hydrated, especially with child.”

“Ah, just a cup of water, but thank you, Father,” she gives a soft smile, slowly trying to straighten out her back from her hunched state

“Think you’ll be okay?” He tilts his head, big brown doe eyes looking up at her in concern, a small frown tugging at his lips. Her brow twitches.

“Mhm,”

He keeps her gaze before slowly going back up to his full height, towering over her like a massive tree, and giving her one last look before looking over to her two little girls. They’ve stopped playing tag now, too focused on ripping grass out of the ground.

“Madeline, Kateylin, go inside please,” he calls out softly, pulling the girl’s attention towards him. They don’t protest nor think twice about listening to the priest, taught to never question a man with such authority before they’re running towards the mass.

He looks over to the pregnant woman again, eyes soft as he holds out a hand, willing her to grab it. She does, giving him an appreciative smile before he brings her along to mass as well, going up the steps slowly as a means to not stir her motion sickness too much.

“You act as if I’m about to burst,” she teases.

“Looked as if you were back there,” he pokes back, canines poking out as he smiles at her and his smile only seems to widen when she gives a soft chuckle.

He leads her to her usual seat in the small church, the same appreciative smile on her soft lips as she looks up at him and takes her seat beside her daughters, with her usual soft expression. The one reserved for him, the same one she held for her husband at one point long ago. That has long passed however, the look is now only for him.

He steps away, going to the front. It’s there he takes a moment to look at everyone in the church, take in the sight of it. For everyone there God has brought in for him to care after, to care for and guide. He looks at the watchful eyes of those who seek the Lord in his own, faces filled with hope and eyes bright.

He looks over to the pregnant woman one more time and it’s then that sun seems to sweep through the windows just perfectly. She’s glowing, he’s sure of it. Whether it’s the sun, the pure love that emits from her or from the child that grows within her, she’s glowing nonetheless. He’s sure that a hallo is around her head, and can almost trace it out with his eyes. A pure angel.

An angel inside the church he helped build, in the town he was helping flourish. The same angel growing his child, that fostered two little girls that surely weren’t his but he was certain to grow into angels just as their mother.

He calms himself then, feels himself too focused on the matter of what’s to come rather than what’s here now.

He takes a deep breath, then begins mass.

[undertale-writing-times]

how many children do they want? For everyone?

Normally I might not do something for every single one, but because this is simple! (if you have any questions about why I put the number that I did, I would love the question!)

Let's get it going >:3

Sans: 0-1

Papyrus: 1-3

Blueberry: 1-2

Stretch: 1

Red: 0-1

Edge: 0-2

Axe: 1-6

Noodle: 0

Lord: 1-3

Mutt: 1-2

King: 1

Alpha: 0

Overlord: 1-5

Pup: 0

Commander: 1

Hound: 0-4

Chief: 0-1

Wolf: 2-6

Royal: 1

Fang: 0

Prince: 0-3

Canine: 1

Leader: 3

Beast: 2

Grandeur: 2

Behemoth: 3(already has one!)

Tycoon: 1

Brute: 10

Cloud: 0

Bat: 0

Superior: 1

Exo: 0

Briliance: 0

Werewolf: 3

Vivid: 1

Lycan: 0

Ruler: 0

Pooch: 0

Sheriff: 0

K9: 0-1

Crowned: 0-3

Whelp: 0

Dynast: 2

Mongrel: 0

Rebel: 0

Shards: 0-4

Regicide: 0

Cur: 0

Luce: 0-12

Hellhound: 3-6

Baron: 2

Pawls: 2

Palace: 5

Cad: 7 (in Fellswap Blush, large 'litters' of babies is seen as very good luck!)

Duke: 0-3

Bull: 0-2

Captain: 0

Dogfish: 1-2

Regent: 0-3

Coyote: 0-4

Cosmos: 1

Galaxy: 0

Nightmare: This one really depends tbh.

Dream: 0-3

Passive: 2!

Oxi: 0

Sleeper: 4

Coma: 0-3

Gloom: 0-1

Wiseguy: 0

Bones: 0

Clip: 0-4

Boss: 1

Books: 0-4

Crank: 000000000000!

Envy: 3

Pride: 0

Calamity: 4

Tragedy: 3

Crisis: 0-2

Misfortune: 0-2

Scourge: 0

Field: 0!

Crop: 0-1

Diva: 0

Charm: 0-3

Vibrant: 0-1

Corn: 3-6

Harvest: 2-7

Sheep: 2-7

Duster: 1-9

Shot: 0

Soil: 1

Repeat: 0

Lover: 0-3

Hearts: 1-6

Heartbreak: 0

Beau: 0-3

Dreamboat: 0

Reap: 0

David: 0

Wraith: 0(duh)

Screen: 0-3

Keys: 1

Mimic: 3

Ringer: 0

Burn: 6

Arman: 2

Levi: 0

Chua: 2

Dracul: 3

Shifter: 0 >:\

Maiden: 0

Vestal: 0

Eros: 4

Aphro: 1

Venus: 1-2

Cuddles: 0

Astra: 1

Aloith: 0

Sugar: 3-5

Sweetie: 5!

Hop: 1

Sway: 2

Stomper: 0-1

Jazz: 0

Flamenco: 2

Uprock: 2

Ballet: 1

Taps: 2

Waltz: 4

Boogie: 0

Cross: 0

Error: 0

Ink: 5(but shouldn't have any)

Drain: 0

Glitchy: 0

Static: 0

Fairy: 0

Splat: 3

Fresh: 0

Rad: 0

Fresh Ink: 0

Dusty: 0-2

Powder: 0-2

Cupid: 0

Fragment: 0

Stardust: 0-3

Shooting Star: 0-3

Slay: 2

Killer: 2

Yanberry: 6

Snap: 4

Echo: 1

Pinks: 0-10

Passion: 0-2

Desire: 1

Feral: 0-3

Sharp: 0

Oak: 5

Sunflower: 0

Supernova: 3

Sunspot: 0

Snackers: 3

Butcher: 0-3

Timber: 4

Bark: 5

Bud: 0-4

Vine: 0-1

Strawberry: 2

Chum: uhhh

Rigel: 0-2

Vega: 1

Light: 1-4

Deep: 0-2

Daydream: 4

Delusion: 0-3

Mur: 1

Solar: 2-3

Nightfall: 0-4

Sunset: 0-5

Scarlet: 0-1

Leopard: 1-10 (wants a lot of babies but is okay with only just one or even none!)

Rosy: 5(has some already, but he just sorta uh… found those)

Shadow: 0-1

Lace: 0

Lamp: 0-4

Shade: 0-3

Luna: 0

Chills: 0-2

Shiver: 1

Nymph: 4

Fae: 6

Sprinkles: 0-4

Crumble: 0-1

Sticky: 4 (isn't sure if he even could)

Mallow: 1-5(already has the hungry time trio lol)

Empire: 0-3

Aquatica: 1-4

Skillet: 0-3

Determ: 5

Cielo: 3

Comet: 3

Badar: 5

Soul: 2

Chains: 0

Moonlight: 0

Suns: 0

Breaker: 4

Undertaker: 2

Corpse: 1

Inker: 0

Angel: 0

Bane: 2

Defect: 0

Fable: 1

Thorn: 1

[mekanizie]

Name: Rosie Timbers

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Species: Dwarf

Relatives: Debra Timbers (Biological Mother)

Autumn Timbers (Stepmother)

Susan Timbers (#1 Grandmother)

Allison Timbers (#2 Grandmother)

Shelley Cummings (#1 Nana)

Diane Cummings (#2 Nana)

Friends: Shutup Youmoron (Best Friend)

Lily Sanders

Delilah Williams

ASMR Wiggles

Peacemakers

Enemies: Evil Yumyulack

Troublemakers

Occupation: 8th Grade Student

Made Of: Intrauterine Insemination (IUI)

Adopted By: None

Main Responders: Jeff Randell

Breehn

Christopher Nathans

ASMR Wiggles

Maddie The Glo Worm

Minor Responders: Her parents

About: Rosie is Shutup’s best friend. She is only an overly friendly person to responders for her menstrual cramps, but she was only being moody to troublemakers for bad things. She has a menstrual medication allergy. She has a fear of needles. She is being picky of dating boys, so she wants to stay single for the rest of her life. She hates when troublemakers making old fashioned comments.

Appearance: Rosie has Kimby’s face, but has different blond hair, dark mint eyes, and light-pale skin, and infant body. She wears mint sweater with regular mint collar, dark blue jeans and blue shoes, but she doesn’t have them on right now.

[blakeblueboi]

Warnings: Might make you squeal with how hard Hiccup is pining for Jack. Just saying.

Jack looked up at him and Hiccup’s breath caught in his throat. At this angle and how the sun was shining down on them, Jack’s eyes sparkled like two brilliant and priceless pieces of amber. Jack had this tender expression on his face- it was warm like the sun beams dancing delicately on their skin and it was soft- Oh gods was it soft- with his lips slightly turned up in a smile. It was like Hiccup was gazing up at the sun itself. Only Jack didn’t blind him- No, Jack mesmerized him. Enchanted him. From his ruffled soft and messy hair that fell around his face, the dusting of freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose, to his brows that slightly furrowed upwards- Yeah... Jack was sun, he decided- and Hiccup only wanted Jack’s light to shine on him for as long as possible. If he had his way, it would be for the rest of his life and then for eternity afterward. Hiccup felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach and was sure there was a crimson blush darkening his cheeks. 

Hiccup smiled sheepishly back at him only for Jack’s smile to widen and crinkle the corner of his eyes. Hiccup’s heart flipped and then soared a moment later when Jack let out a soft laugh. What was funny he didn’t know but he found himself laughing softly along with him. 

“Hiccup...” Jack breathed out his name in that soft timber voice that always managed to ignite a warmth in Hiccup’s chest. Hiccup could listen to him speak for hours and it didn’t matter what the subject was- if it was Jack talking, he’d listen for however long Jack let him just so he could listen to his voice.

“Y-yeah?” his voice wavered with the force of his pounding heart. He watched as Jack looked up at the sky and the bloom of red and orange hues that was the sunset ahead of them. The sun bathed Jack in its warm light and the boy almost seemed- no, it wasn’t almost, Hiccup was sure Jack was glowing. He always seemed to have a glow about him, Hiccup had noticed. Either when he spoke of his father, or the stories he loved so much, or just when he was sitting by himself without noticing that Hiccup had been staring. Jack glowed- and it was one of the most beautiful things Hiccup had ever seen. 

Now was no exception. But with the sun’s generous addition, Jack was positively ethereal. 

Jack didn’t speak again. He only closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of the evening air. He remained like that for a long moment before opening his eyes again and glancing over at Hiccup. He let out another soft laugh that Hiccup couldn’t help but ask about this time. 

“What’s so funny?” Hiccup asked him, feeling his lips turn up in a smile. 

It was Jack’s turn to blush. His cheeks turned a soft rosy pink and all Hiccup wanted to do was cup those warm cheeks in his hands and kiss him right then. He almost did before Jack answered. 

“I-” he started with a bashful smile. He glanced down at the grass under them and how close their hands were among with blades. “You just have this- expression on your face. It’s kind of funny-” 

“Hey-” Hiccup quipped but there was no anger or irritation in his tone from the other’s words.  Hiccup’s chest bloomed with a sense of pride despite the guilty look on Jack’s face. It was Hiccup himself who had taught Jack most of what he knew of Norse and now Jack was mostly fluent in the language. Not that he minded when Jack spoke Greek. On the contrary, Hiccup longed to listen to Jack speak in his native tongue. It was gorgeous the way Jack’s voice hummed around every word he spoke. Though Hiccup couldn’t understand most of what he said still so Jack was kind enough to speak Norse. He would sound native if it wasn’t for his melodious accent. Though Hiccup wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That’s not what I meant!” Jack told him quickly with that lopsided smile that told Hiccup that he might have meant it like that just a little. 

“Then what did you mean?” he asked with a sudden burst of confidence. Hiccup leaned a little closer to him, feeling their fingers brush between them. 

“I mean-” Jack continued before those amber eyes flicked up to watch him move closer. He paused, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate what he was trying to say. Hiccup swore he saw Jack glance down at his lips and Hiccup couldn’t help but let his own gaze fall to Jack’s. 

“I mean- it looked like you laid eyes on some sort of- I don’t know, treasure or something like that-” Jack told him but Hiccup could tell that that wasn’t what he really wanted to say by the way his eyes glanced away and then back again. 

Hiccup smiled softly anyway, leaning closer to him still with that sense of confidence surging up from his stomach to his chest. It was now or never, Hiccup thought as he glanced down at Jack’s plush pink lips. The memory of kissing him when he wasn’t as drunk as he let on that night all those months ago was so fresh in his mind that he was almost convinced that it had happened only last night. It hadn’t but his lips tingled like the moment had just passed. 

“Maybe...” Hiccup breathed out. “Maybe I had.” Hiccup glanced up at Jack just in time to watch his pretty eyes widen just a fraction. 

“Hiccup-” Jack breathed out though he had no intention of saying anything more. 

“Jack...” Hiccup whispered so softly he wasn’t even sure he had said it before pressing his lips to Jack’s ever so gently. 

It was just as it had been that night- a flame climbed up Hiccup’s spine and exploded in his chest. Jack’s lips were just as he remembered them. Soft, warm, gentle- with the faint taste of that sweet bread that Jack seemed to always have on hand. 

It took a moment, but Jack’s lips slowly pressed further against Hiccup’s. The sun now held in his arms leaned into him and Hiccup gently took his hand, lacing their fingers together slowly. The kiss was so much more than what they’d shared than night- it was slow and gentle and warm and just... 

Perfect. 

[adder24]

The Ranch hand

Warnings: Second time writing smut and quite honestly I still giggle like a twat when writing things like “Cock” Oh wait sorry, this is warnings for within the story? Yeah so there is some stuff I wrote about things you do with the tongue in a sexy way as well as fingers and the fact they do the horizontal pant dance against the wall.

Rating: Very much an R here people.  

Summary: For Mal Reynolds, A break from illegal shenanigans and a trip to Beaumonde, leads to more than just a rendezvous with an old friend on his ranch. A new addition to the ranch captivates him and leads to more than just a friendly welcome.  

Tags: @nuggsmum @nuggsmumreads @untilthe12ofnever @untilthe12ofnever @wholesome-dragon-lady @plinkitee @izhunny @littletime67 @the-boneyard-rider @emelinelovesjc @bonnie131313 @scnewztown @wolfsmom1 @mother-of-a-murder @dystopian-dez382​ 

Please reblog or tag on. I know it’s a bit of a niche fanbase.

Story below the cut

Mal always knew when it was time to pay Beaumonde an overdue visit. When he pined for open spaces,  when he felt the urge to feel grass under his fingertips and to sleep in a proper bed, that was usually the sign that it was time to take a much needed break from his rebellious life.

Luckily he had an old friend that resided on Beaumonde, A man called Kane. He was in his late forties, sported a greying black goatee and was bald on top. He stood at six foot one, stocky build and was a former browncoat like Mal, in fact there were a few times they fought together on the battlefield and Mal always marvelled at how level headed he always was. After the war, Kane lived the same life as Mal, until he met Rebecca and ended up settling down and running a ranch.

They stayed in touch, Kane updating Mal on his life, sharing transmissions and even introducing his daughter Amber, now four years old. On the last transmission they shared together, Kane told Mal about the new Ranch hand he had hired, excitedly told him about the new cows and even informed him of a new barn he was working on. So of course, Mal needed to stop by and see what all the fussin’ was about. It was a viable excuse in his eyes.

When he told the crew about visiting Kane’s ranch, they were more than accepting of the idea, in fact they were thrilled because it meant for the first time in a while, they could all unwind and relax.

It took them four days to get to Kane’s ranch but once they had landed they were given a warm welcome and loads of cuddles from Amber, who Zoe lovingly nicknamed the blonde whirlwind. She was a typical four year old, inquisitive, sometimes mischievous and often mastered the butter wouldn’t melt look by giving her parents big blue eyes and a rosy cheeked smile. In short she was adorable and luckily for Zoe, she managed to strike up a friendship with her daughter Emma, which also meant double the trouble.

“There he is!” Mal said happily as Kane casually strolled towards them

Kane was wearing his black Stetson, a red plaid shirt and black jeans to match his black boots. He had a big smile on his face and he threw his arms around Mal, giving him a warm hug.

“Been a while Reynolds. How’s the verse?” Kane asked him as he released him from his bear-like hug.

“Still plying me with credits and adventures aplenty” Mal replied happily “How’s the Ranch? And where is your smoking hot wife?”

“She’s hiding in the barn with the new farm hand, settling in the new cows. Come and say hi” Kane says encouragingly

“Say hi to the cows or hi to the farm hand?” Mal asked

“How about both?” Kane replied with a playful look in his eyes

“I don’t like that look Kane, that look spells trouble. Every time” Mal protested before begrudgingly following his friend.

There was no denying that Kane and Rebecca had made the ranch their own. Their six bedroom ranch house had been completely renovated to their style and tastes, the once white exterior panelling replaced with a mix of Sandstone and timber, making it strong against the elements of Beaumonde. The timber was stained with a mahogany stainer and the sandstone still clean looking despite being exposed to the elements. The grass gardens were beautifully landscaped and well maintained and the surrounding areas for the cows and harvest were also kept in good condition. There was no denying that Kane worked hard to get it to that level.

As well as the house, Kane had completely renovated the barns and stables within the lands of the ranch and Mal couldn’t help but fall in love with the place.

“You must have spent many credits getting this place looking all shiny” Mal said as he gazed across the land.

“I don’t like to think about it,” Kane replied as he walked towards the barn, where a stunning red haired woman stood waiting for him.

Rebecca. A former outlaw with long flowing red hair, emerald green eyes, stunning cheekbones, freckles on her nose and a sharp jawline. She was, as Mal said, smoking hot and Kane was indeed extremely lucky to have met her, especially since he fell into a river while drunk and she had to dive in and save him. She was dressed similarly to Kane, only her jeans were faded blue and the plaid red shirt had smaller black checks in comparison to Kanes.

“Hi Mal!” She shouted before Kane pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Mal rolled his eyes and chuckled “Put her down stud”

Kane just smirked and gave Rebecca a quick peck on the cheek before heading into the barn, allowing Rebecca to give Mal a cuddle.

“Been a while Cowboy. Come on, I got someone who wants to meet you” She said happily

“The cows?” Mal asked

“The cows as well” Rebecca replied as she escorted him to one of the freshly made pens; The cows settled themselves in and got themselves acquainted with their new surroundings and right in the middle of the pen, throwing out feed, was the new farm hand. A petite woman, athletic build with long, wavy, raven black hair pulled into a tail. She wore a white open blouse with a black vest underneath, black cargo pants with tanned boots and a black stetson. She was gorgeous and Mal couldn’t stop staring.

“Russo, this is our good friend Mal” Rebecca said, snapping Mal out of his thoughts.

“THE Captain Mal? Mal Reynolds?” She asked as her eyes grew big “I have heard alot about you from these two. Apparently you’re the reason these two met” She said happily

“Err...Yeah, I was. We got blind drunk and he fell into a river and was saved by Rebecca and I apparently was passed out on the river bank” Mal replied, stumbling over his words a little.

Russo chuckled and then gave him a playful wink “He’s cute, I like him”

“He’s only cute some of the time, rest of the time he’s a real jerk!” Kane replied playfully “Come on Mal, let's get you and the crew fed. Rebecca made her famous mac and cheese and Amber made cookies”

“Okay” Mal replied, still watching Russo “Bye Russo!”

“Bye Mal” Russo replied with a giggle, as she continued to put out feed

Kane wrapped his left arm around Mal’s shoulders and guided him in the direction of the ranch house, chuckling every time his friend kept looking back at Russo. He knew Russo was his type, strong, independent woman who was often accepted as an honorary bro among male friends. A little like Rebecca in a way.

“So what do you think of Russo?” Kane asked, already knowing his answer.

Mal cleared his throat, glancing back at her once again.“She’s a fine woman, stunning in fact…where did you get her from?” 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Come on, let's eat” Kane replied as he patted his shoulder.

Both men made their way back to the ranch house and began preparing a feast. Mac and cheese was on the menu, along with steak, salad, freshly made cornbread, chicken wings and burgers.

The entire crew, plus Kane and his family, fitted around the long dining table that he had crafted himself. Food was passed around, plates were stacked high with food and everyone talked and shared stories of their adventures around the verse. Yet throughout the whole exchange of stories and food, Mal and Russo were busy exchanging sultry looks and seductive gestures, tempting each other, getting under each other's skin as they attempted to drive the other wild. It was just a question of who would break first.

As the evening grew late and the coffee was drunk, people began to retire to their rooms. The first being that of Amber and Zoe’s daughter Emma, understandably, followed shortly after by Zoe. A few hours later Kaylee followed in pursuit, closely followed by the Tams. By the time it was midnight, Jayne was barely hanging on and those who remained were also contemplating calling it a night. Rebecca was curled up on Kane’s lap, snuggled into his chest as she rested her eyes, the man holding her in his arms, kissing her forehead gently before brushing her hair away from her eyes.

“Okay stunner…I think it’s time we crawled into bed and let these folk get some beauty sleep” He said softly.

“Oh… no need, no amount of sleep will make me beautiful” Mal piped up as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“And I am already beautiful” Jayne said sleepily as he slowly hauled himself off the couch “But it doesn't hurt to top up once in a while. Have a good sleep you darn animals”

Mal chuckled as he watched Jayne go up, closely followed by Kane who had managed to lift Rebecca up and was carrying her bridal style.

“Me and the hot smoking wife are also going up, been a long day for us both. Have a good night kids” He says, looking at both Mal and Russo.

Mal smiled and saluted the man as he climbed the stairs. It was just him and Russo left and the sexul tension in the room went up a notch. He gazed upon her, studying her as she locked eyes with him, a sultry smile on her lips as she ran her finger around the rim of her cup, gathering up the cream and putting it to her lips before slowly sucking off the cream from her fingertip.

It got the desired effect she craved, causing Mal to squirm as he fought back his urges. She giggled when his cheeks flushed red and he tried to clear his throat.

“You haven’t taken your eyes off me all day cowboy” She purred as she slowly stood up from the table “What’s got your attention?”

“You’re my type.” Mal blurts out.

“And what exactly is your type Captain Reynolds?” She asked as she slowly sauntered over to him.

“I like a woman who can stand her ground, someone who has a sense of humour and is a little bit feisty” Mal replied honestly as he held her gaze. “I’m sensing that in bucket loads with you”

She smiled sweetly at him and then straddled him on the chair, running her finger down his cheek.

“Is that your gun prodding me?” She asked with a knowing look

“No, I left that in the shi-ooooh you already know the answer” Mal replied innocently

“Yuh huh. So, I think we need to go and deal with this, somewhere away from the small folks ears” Russo suggested

“Barn?” Mal asked

“Barn” Russo responded as she ran her hand slowly down his chest to his belt. Giving it a tug “You in stud?”

“Oh I will be” Mal responded, gazing upon her in desire

In that brief pause, the fire between them grew, the heat becoming insatiable. There was a want and a need to give into their desires, to know the other intimately while enjoying the ecstasy that came with it.  Mal caved first as he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against hers, his eyes closing as she deepened the kiss, parting her lips, allowing his tongue to plunge into her mouth, exploring and dancing with her own tongue. Small happy noises escaped her mouth as the kiss grew more heated, his hands becoming knotted in her vest while her nimble fingers expertly unfastened a few buttons on his shirt. Both getting caught up in their lust for one another, forgetting their surroundings momentarily before Russo broke off the kiss.

“Barn” She growled into his ear as she climbed off his lap.

Mal gulped and then scrambled from the chair he occupied, following Russo like a puppy dog to the barn. She led him through a side door, closing it behind them as she turned on the lights and dimmed them on the sophisticated system that Kane had set up. Something Mal was about to question before Russo yanked him away, dragging him into the hay room and allowing him to manhandle her, pinning her against a wall as their lips met again, the kiss more heated than the last as their lips frequently pushed against each other, her hands effortlessly sliding underneath his leather suspenders, pushing them down his arms while he shucked them off, slipping his hands underneath her vest top, slowly hitching it up her toned body, breaking off the kiss to allow her to pull it over her head and throw it on the floor, exposing the black lace bralette she was wearing underneath.

Her nimble fingers then got to work on unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt while she kissed and nibbled his neck, making him groan under her touch. Once she unfastened his shirt, she took a moment to let her fingers explore his toned physique before she delicately dragged them over his stomach down to his belt, slowly unfastening it. He in turn shucked off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, reclaiming her lips once more while his fingers tugged at her trouser waistband. A growl of frustration escaped his lips before he got creative. He slipped his hand into her trousers, his fingers tip-toeing their way down to her moistened entrance, effortlessly slipping beneath her lace underwear before gracefully entering her with two of his long fingers.

A small gasp escaped her lips as his fingers got to work, gently pumping In and out, hitting her soft spongy spot, over and over again, small little moans falling from her mouth. Her body tingled with excitement from the unexpected intrusion and welcomed the way the man dragged his lips down her neck, occasionally nibbling on her sweet spots to make her knees shake and buckle from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, slowly becoming undone by his touch.

She tugged at his trousers, desperately wanting his engorged member burrowed deep within her but he had other ideas in mind as a smirk spread across his lips. He stole her lips again as he slowly removed his fingers from her silky depths and slowly began edging her trousers down, taking her underwear with them. He trailed kisses down from neck to her chest, distracting her momentarily before he swiftly pushed down her trousers, moving with the action, his lips now gently kissing her stomach, working her into a frenzy as her body tensed in anticipation of his next move as his lips moved further down, his fingers gently running down her legs to the back of her knees, holding there while he began to deflower her with his tongue. 

She bucked her hips, mewling as she felt his tongue explore her core, swiping, tasting and teasing her as she ran her fingers through his thick luscious hair, her fingers getting themselves knotted, as tiny gasps fell from her lips. The man certainly knew his way around as he worked her sweet spot, bringing her close to releasing her sweet necter. She bit her lip and threw her head back, toes curling as she battled with herself, not wanting to reach her peak before the main event but he was making it difficult for her as she could feel herself slowly start to unravel before him. Somehow the man sensed her climax was starting to peak and slowly withdrew his dangerous tongue and began kissing his way back up to her soft lips, allowing her to taste her own sweet arousal. He pressed himself up against her as their tongues danced, placing his hands on the wall behind her as he allowed her hands to explore once more, delicate fingers feeling every gnarly scar on his body, his skin reacting by erupting into goosebumps, hair standing on end as she caressed his toned stomach before latching onto the waistband of his trousers, unbuttoning them and sliding them down, releasing his hardened cock. 

She looked down at the sight before her, taking in the size of his package before he masterfully lifted her up, hooking his arms under her legs and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. They took a moment to catch their breaths and gaze upon each other, admiring each other's natural beauty. To him, she was stunning and everything he craved for in his ideal woman.To her he was handsome, charming and strong. They didn’t exchange words, they didn’t need to, it was in their eyes what they desired.

Then their lips found each other once again, frantically clashing, caressing and pressing over and over again, while he slowly adjusted his position and as he deepened the kiss, he carefully pushed his hips forward and entered her, filling her entirely with his member. Her walls stretched to accommodate him as a loud audible gasp escaped her mouth. He allowed her a moment to adjust to his size, feeling her tighten around him before she gave him the nod to continue. He started slowly, gentle thrusts while he gently nipped and nibbled her collarbone, causing her nerves to spark little ripples of ecstasy through her body; She was already turned on by the way he took charge and pinned her to the wall, yet when he hoisted her up with his strong arms and began to slowly thrust his hips, he made her feel electric and she couldn’t resist dragging her nails down his spine, causing him to growl in his throat, urging him to up his tempo. 

She craved to be manhandled, to be slammed against the wall and ploughed within an inch of her life. She enjoyed it rough but at the moment he was either being too polite or he was building up to it.

“Harder” She whimpered as she dug her nails into his back.

"Harder?” He asked 

“Mmmhmm, I like it rough” She purred as she nibbled his ear.

It provoked a response from Mal. He gripped her thighs tightly, digging his nails into her skin as he upped his rhythm. A growl escaped his lips as his thrusts became more powerful, causing Russo to gasp and moan as she clamped around him.

"I thought I was the captain" He growled against her ear while keeping pace.

“You are” Russo moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, losing herself 

“Good girl, now you better try and not come undone before I tell you to” Mal ordered as he pushed himself in a little more, causing her to whimper while her body trembled in ecstasy “And if you do, I’ll have no choice but to punish you. You understand?”

She nodded her head, unable to speak as she started to fall into a blissful haze. She could feel him pounding her sweet spot over and over again, trying desperately not to release her sweet nectar before being commanded to. Little whimpers fell from her lips, almost begging him but the more she whined, the more he slowed and the more he relished her little pleas for release.

"Someone's a little sensitive" He purred as he nibbled her neck.

"Please captain" She pleaded "I can't hold on much longer.

She could feel a smile spread across his lips, her begging him was like music to his ears. He wanted to play a little more and so he kept his thrusts slow and gentle, freeing one hand to caress her breasts while his lips nibbled, licked and sucked every inch of her neck and collarbone. It was driving her insane, every moan and groan was a plea for release, each slow and gentle thrust was almost excruciating, as her body ached for him to fill her with his seed. He knew how to make her wait, knew how to play her body and bring her to the brink of release and then delaying that final push. He took pleasure from it, enjoyed riling her up and leaving her suspended in bliss, yet despite the teasing, even he longed for his own release. He gently caressed her lips with his own, gazing at her momentarily before slowly nodding his head.

“Alright…I think I’ve worked you hard enough” He purrs softly

He steals another kiss from her before he begins to increase his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful as he begins to start slamming his hips against hers, causing a rhythmic thudding against the stable wall while he pounds her sweet spot over and over again groaning and grunting with pleasure, his hands gripping her legs tightly, her hands running through his hair as they both start to reach their peak, their movements more frantic before both are overcome with a wave of pleasure washing over them. Russo’s toes curled as her body came alive, pleasure flowing from her core, causing her skin to erupt in goosebumps as her whole body trembled at his touch, the sheer intensity causing her to moan his name over and over again, urging him on before she could feel him erupting within her core, his legs buckling slightly as he too is overcome with pleasure, his nerves sparking to life with ecstasy as he chants her name before resting his head on the wall behind her, panting, skin glistening with sweat.

They took a moment to bask in the afterglow, regaining their breath and enjoying each other's warmth before Mal carefully pulled himself out and eased her legs down, stealing a few kisses in the process as she rested her hands on his chest.

“...Well….you certainly live up to the name…the great Mal Reynolds” She purred.

“Was I everything you hoped for?” He asked with a grin, holding her gaze.

“Everything and more, wouldn’t mind you boarding me once again” She replied playfully, causing a chuckle to escape Mal’s lips.

“That’s the best one yet. So, round two tomorrow? I’ll let you take the controls this time” He offers as he gathers up their clothes

Russo licked her lips as she studied his naked form, taking in every inch of his body while he sauntered over and handed over her clothes.

"Deal" She replied as she took her clothes from him "Let's see what you got cowboy"

[bacchanal-if]

Hello author! Do any songs remind you of the characters/game setting?

Putting this under the nsfw tag because these songs are pretty racy.

Fox: Because the Night - Patti Smith The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen Take My Breath Away - Berlin I Melt With You - Modern English Lips Like Sugar - Echo & the Bunnymen

Rabbit: Te Guardo - Silvana Estrada Under the Milky Way - The Church Something Changed - Pulp Black Water - Timber Timbre Imagination - Clan of Xymox

Butterfly: Little Drop Of Poison - Tom Waits Bend Your Mind - Elysian Fields Need You Tonight - INXS Evelyn - Clan of Xymox Rosy Path - Elysian Fields

The Uninvited Guest: Lose Your Soul - Dead Man's Bones Stripped - Depeche Mode Rev 22:20 - Puscifer Cherry Blood - Miss Cherry Delight Venus in Furs - Ängie

Edith/Edward: Soothe My Soul - Depeche Mode Little Red Riding Hood - Sam The Sham & The Pharoahs Red Right Hand - Tim Barton Rich Man - Tinpan Orange Strangelove - Depeche Mode

Tamsin/Thomas: Into Black - Blouse Lavender Moon - Haroula Rose Rockin' Back Inside My Heart - Julee Cruise Cherry - Lana Del Rey Stolen Roses - Karen Elson

As for the game, really just anything from the time period!

[kawaiifoxsblog]

Here's my information about my own kirby AU About Next of generation of kids

I did own kirby AU Next Generation of children

Here my own fanchilds of my kirby ships for my Kirby AU Called Kirby's Next Generations

Kirby x Ribbon (5 Kids)

Paula Tie Bow Dreamie and Zap

King dedede x queen ripple (2 kids)

Princess Drina and Prince Roy ( fairy penguin twins)

Meta knight x susie (6 kids)

Moonlight Sonia Izzy Burst willow and Kapi

Bandana waddle dee x elline (7 kids)

Meggy dee Minty Piper timber Emmett Ollie Teddy

Marx x Flamberge (3 kids)

ember flame and Sunny

Gooey x chuchu ( 2 daughters)

Ivy and echo

Magolor x Francisca (5 kids)

Melody Eclipse Aurora Dusk and dawn

Taranza x Zan partizanne ( 2 kids)

Bloom and spark

Prince Fluff x Vividria (2 Daughters)

Rosie and Kit

[forestgames03]

INFP Tiny Home

A tiny home for an INFP. With plenty of natural light, a tiny yoga studio and more than enough space for dreams and relaxation, this is the perfect home to fulfil any and all of your INFP's desires.

30 x 20 lot, §87,555, 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom

base game, coutyard oasis + custom content

Custom Content

boho rug, curvy table + heavy drapes

wooden tree clutter

heirloom family portraits

wall light waterfall

oil paintings

tablet PC

vanilla tray

pear + orange

baysic 1

baysic 2

big river rocks

busy bee candle holder

wall sconce

dadywipes

dish rack

donut table

plaster floor

bedding blanket

coastal 1

coastal 3

sideboard

lamp

knitted pouf

flooring wood

fridge

coffee house machine pods

fruit decor bowl

calendar

mayaken cozy kitchen

rug

pilton window left

pilton window right

pilton window middle

vintage radio

simmify guitar

thrifted tv

velour bean bag + faux fur rug

ocean bath mat (can’t find link - added to file)

timber column

bistro bar stool

hanging towel, toilet, toilet paper + towel rack

hudson bathroom

furrow egg lamp

auntie vera bathroom

coldbrew 2

david apartment

domaine du clos 1

domaine du clos 4

mcm 1

mcm 2

mcm 3

mcm 4

oak house

winter garden

ciro curtain

hydrangeas in a bottle + hanging garden bench

double pipedreams

plastered wall

plastered wall trim

end table

hammock

rosy reflections

study stacks

wickerwork armchairs

come cozy ceiling lamp

tuds shkr stove

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[pjackk]

The Story of Mr. Berrylove Chapter 1: Mr. Berrylove’s Delightful Morning

Today was a big day for Mr. Berrylove! Before he even opened his eyes to wake up, a big grin was around his soft cheerful face! Yes, it’s true. Mr. Berrylove had been dreaming about the special day that he had today. Yippe!! He said. He didn't even care that his big feet were cold because the tiny blanket on his tinier little cot was far to small, even for his small and tiny body. His big shiny red cheeks were even redder and shinier because he was happy & still kind of tipsy from drinking lots of bourbon last night! He got up and couldn't even help but to pace around his cabin in excitement before making his morning Berry tea! Get a grip Mr. Berrylove! He said to himself. It is important that I get ready for my big day!!!!! He said to himself. So Mr. Berrylove focused on his morning routine. First, before he makes his very yummy and nutritious Berry tea, he always gets dressed in his favorite clothes. He always wears his favorite red work shirt with very special bronze buttons that he buttons all the way up quite properly. Usually he doesn't wear his special bolo tie with a brooch that his great paw paw made, but today was special. The brooch was a very bright and shiny penny embedded into the center of a beautiful pekin duck silhouette made from lead. Even when he didn’t wear it out, Mr. Berrylove would polish it every day and think about his Grand Paw Paw! They did not have many adventures together because Grand Paw Paw was 109 years old when Mr. Berrylove was born. But Mr. Berrylove liked to imagine that they had all sorts of adventures together where they would ride a timber raft all the way up from Missouri down to Illinois on the Mississippi river. Mr. Berrylove warmly smiled thinking about his memories with Grand Paw Paw as he put on his suspenders to hold up his tight tan colored pants. They were originally grey & part of his pappie’s uniform, but the dye, made from boiled chestnut bark, faded a long time ago. After that, he puts on his fuzzy camel hair socks that felt quite soft & fit his huge feet quite well. He took good care of the camel hair socks! It was rare to have fine camel hair clothes, but Mr. Berrylove inherited it from his uncle that once owned a camel. When he put his socks on, he then strapped up his big old leather boots. They have seen better days... But they fit him just right! Now that he was all dressed up, he went over to his tiny cast iron stove and threw the newspaper right in there before lighting it with one of his lucky matches. He won an entire pack of free matches from the tobacco store last week for being a loyal friend and customer! What luck!!!!! Now he didn’t need the stove to burn so long, since it was just to warm up water for his Berry tea when he gets back from his morning stroll. Before he put the lucky match out, he found his favorite corn cob pipe and stuffed it with a delicious black Cavendish tobacco with a delightful cherry aroma and lit it. Puff-puff-puff! It was important to smoke his pipe during his morning stroll, after all. Mr. Berrylove was just about to head out the door before he realized that he had made a great mistake! Slap! Mr. Berrylove smacked his own face and pulled at his tiny, sharp mustache a little. Get a grip Mr. Berrylove! He said to himself. I nearly forgot my lucky straw boater hat with a handsome red bow! He said to himself. It was his very favorite hat and quite lucky since it lets him find plenty of berries on his stroll. He gently put it on top of his dark, slick, short hair that was parted in the middle and combed behind his ears. He didn’t need to arrange his hair often, since the horse oil always kept it just the way he liked it! The red bow was quite charming, as it compliments his rosy red cheeks and bright red nose... Quite a contrast to his snowy pale skin! Puff-puff-puff! He puffed a beautiful smoke ring from his pipe before going out for real this time. He whistled the tune of Dixie, which was his favorite song. When he was a child, his pappie would sometimes bring him onto a steamboat where he gambled. Pappie loved to play Faro, but he was not very good at it and lost a lot of money. Mr. Berrylove didn’t remember what the words were since it was so long ago, but he still loved the tune. He left his cabin as happy as an old beagle, as usual! He ambled down his regular path into Pecan Forest, which was a very pretty forest with lots of Pecan trees. Mr. Berrylove didn’t know what the real name was, but there were way too many Pecan trees to not call it Pecan Forest! The day was quite pleasant. It was a tad bit hot, but the wind made it much better. Mr. Berrylove loved to look at all of the animals in the forest that he could. There were lots of lizards, bugs, and bunnies, and squirrels. Sometimes, there would even be a copperhead! Eek! Mr. Berrylove was not worried though, because he was friends with almost every animal that lived there. Even if he got bitted, the copperhead’s reptile friends would be quite mad at the serpent for hurting their pal Mr. Berrylove! As he peacefully sauntered down the path to the river, an Old Mallard landed on a bush that was filled with plenty of Berries! Lucky day! Thank you Old Mallard! Said Mr. Berrylove. Now, Mr. Berrylove was almost at the river and his old burlap coffee sack was already filled with so many Nuts and Berries already! When he approached the river, it was especially lucky and convenient because he had just finished his all the bourbon in his bottle during his walk. Heave ho! Wonderful! Mr. Berrylove proclaimed! It was the perfect bottle to fill up with water from the river to make his Berry tea! Mr. Berrylove was so happy that he proudly marched home... without realizing that there was a hole in the bottom of his berry sack! Oh-no! Every single Berry, Nut, and Pecan had fallen out on his way home! Oh-well! Mr. Berrylove didn’t mind walking all the way back down the path to pick up every Berry, Nut, and Pecan. This time, he stored all of them in his hat and pockets. I had tons of fun on my delightful pleasant stroll! Said Mr. Berrylove. Puff-puff-puff! Mr. Berrylove blew a few more smoke rings as he checked on the stove. He put his hand on top of it to see if it was hot enough to make Berry tea. Yeeeeowch! The stovetop was quite hot, and even burned Mr. Berrylove’s hand. This was okay though, since Mr. Berrylove was much more happy about making his Berry tea than he was sad that he burned his hand. Mr. Berrylove gently poured the river water into the percolator, and then made sure to put exactly ten Berries and a tulip’s worth of coffee grounds, and seven lucky spoonfuls of bourbon into the percolator’s chamber. Mr. Berrylove’s Berry tea was quite healthy! It always made him feel good, and satisfied his shiny, round, and red belly until it was Supper time. Mr. Berrylove loved Supper just as much as his Berry tea! Supper time and Berry tea time was very special for Mr. Berrylove and always made his day a very special and big day. Mr. Berrylove glanced over to his cuckoo clock and realized that it was already seven o’ clock in the morning! Oh-no! Mr. Berrylove’s shift at the horse killing factory starts in two hours and he hasn’t even started his walk over yet! Mr. Berrylove pulled on his suspenders and skedaddled as quick as he could! Clumsy Mr. Berrylove! You forgot your Winchester! Mr. Berrylove needed his gun to kill the horses... Oh-well! He could always use the spare crossbow that they keep in the factory, but his boss will be quite mad at him! Mr. Berrylove feels sad when people are mad at him, but thinking about Supper time makes it easy to feel happy in no time. Off to work! Mr. Berrylove said. I ought to hurry! Mr. Berrylove said. Mr. Berrylove loves his job and the shiny penny that he gets for working there every week. Off to work, Mr. Berrylove! May God bless you and your travel!

[johaerys-writes]

Fandom: Castlevania

Pairing: Hector/Lenore

Chapter 6: Almost Human of my Season 3 Lenector fic Blood Roses In The Snow is up! Where Hector and Lenore go for a midnight stroll.

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Hector isn’t exactly surprised when Lenore brings him clothes the next time she comes to the dungeons. He’s starting to get used to the fact that she does keep her word, when she gives it. It’s still a bit bewildering to think about, though, the fact that she cares about him at all. 

The clothes are in a small, neat bundle. Plain breeches and a shirt, a pair of boots. Nothing fancy, but they’re sturdy and well made, clean. They still smell of lye and starch, with a hint of jasmine. It reminds him a little of Lenore’s perfume, a faint echo of it, perhaps; but it could just be his imagination.

Hector pulls them on gratefully, under Lenore’s watchful eye. He feels so much less awkward and vulnerable with them on; a little bit more like a person. Never before in his life had Hector thought of the importance of clothes, other than for, well, dressing oneself, and keeping oneself safe from the elements. But having spent so long without them, stark naked or covered by a thin blanket, he has found a new sort of appreciation for them. 

Clothing, he has found, is one of those small things that separate people from the beasts and night creatures that roam the land. Those never have any shame for their nakedness. Perhaps it is shame, then, that defines man. The priest in the small chapel near his home that his parents would often drag him to every Sunday seemed to think so, at least, and most other priests he’s met since then. 

Lenore claps slowly, the sound echoing in the enclosed space. 

“Well, look at you. Almost human.” Her rosy lips curl in a smile as she watches him stand up with difficulty, every muscle cramping after having sat on the cold, damp stone floor for so long. “There. Upright on your hind legs and everything.”

Hector laughs a little, inwardly, at how Lenore’s words so neatly mirror his thoughts. If covering one’s nakedness and walking on two feet is the first step to being human, then what’s the rest?

He studies her through the bars, from the corner of his eye. Walking out of this god-forsaken prison would be a start, maybe. But he doesn’t dare get his hopes up too high. That she’s brought him those clothes should be enough, for now. 

“Thank you,” he grunts, pressing his hand to his lower back. He feels like an old man on a rainy day, his bones creaking with arthritis. “It’s nice to be dressed again, but…”

“But?”

“The thing about moving right now is that I think it’ll feel nice when I stop doing it.”

“Oh. You didn’t want to go for a walk, then?”

Hector gapes at her. He wonders if he heard correctly; perhaps just as his bones feel like he’s a hundred years old, then his hearing is the same. “What?” he breathes. 

“Well, I could hardly take you for a walk with your bits flapping around in the open air, could I?” She smirks and gestures in his ‘bits'’ general direction. Hector flushes that she would acknowledge said ‘bits’ at all. “A bird might think your penis was a twig and fly off with it.”

Hector frowns in an effort to hide his embarrassment. “Yes. Well.”

“Oh, come on. A little smile won’t kill you.”

Lenore’s expression softens just a bit as she regards him, her voice dropping low to that velvety timber that sends a shiver down his spine. Hector can’t help the corners of his lips from tugging upwards. He somehow finds himself eager to please her when she speaks to him like this, when she looks at him.

“Good boy,” she says. 

Hector blinks in surprise, more so at the sudden flutter of his heart than the words. There’s something sharp and warm coiling low in his belly as well; pleasure, he thinks, and that same eagerness as before, but it’s more vivid now. It’s so strange and unexpected that Hector forgets to breathe for a moment, or to take his eyes from hers. Never before in his life has he been called a 'good boy', and if someone told him that this would be his reaction to it now he'd have thought them mad. But there's something in the way Lenore says it that leaves him feeling a little helpless, just a bit weak at the knees, and perhaps even secretly wondering what he can do to hear it again. 

“Now, then. Would you like to go for a walk?” Lenore says, snapping him from his reverie. “Bit of fresh air in the starlight?”

“I think I would,” Hector says, a touch too quickly, “yes.” He takes a step forward, when Lenore’s voice stops him. 

“Sadly, there’s a condition.” She reaches into the bag that’s hanging off the back of her chair. 

Hector’s stomach drops at the sight of the collar hanging by Lenore’s slender fingers. “Oh,” he says, not quite able to hide his disappointment. Really, it was all too good to be true. 

“Not my idea,” Lenore says, somewhat apologetically. “Striga insisted. It should be quite comfortable. She just wanted a little extra security.”

“You’re ten times stronger than I am, Lenore.” He feels silly stating the obvious, but the bitterness and loathing the sight of the collar ignites within him is difficult to swallow. 

“Striga pointed out that you’re a magician. And you do want to go for a walk, so…” She lifts the collar once more. “Would you mind?”

Hector would gladly do anything else other than wear the cursed thing. In his nightmares he usually does, with the end of the leash held securely in Carmilla’s hand. He hates the very thought of it; it makes him feel cold and numb, at the same time that it stirs that familiar muted anger in him at having been treated this way by her and her people. He wants that thing nowhere near him, not where it can touch him.  

But he’s been locked up in this place for too long. He’s tired of the stale smell of the dungeons and of the damp that permeates every inch of the space. He wants to be in the open air, to feel it against his skin, to look up at the wide open sky. He wants to remember what it’s like to truly be a person, and not an animal locked in a cage.  

Besides, the easy, charming smile on Lenore’s lips makes it difficult to say no. 

Hector lets out a small sigh. “Fine.”

“Good boy,” Lenore says again, and the words alone are enough to soothe his indignation, just a little. 

She approaches the bars, and Hector takes a few careful steps towards her. She holds the collar up, carefully works the latch open. “Lean forward for me?” she says softly. 

Hector swallows, still a little reluctant, yet does as he is told. He leans closer to the bars, his nose almost touching the cold metal, as Lenore reaches through them to place the collar around his neck. 

The leather is sturdy, yet still soft and comfortable against his skin. Nothing like the vile thing Carmilla had on him, that had left deep, angry red welts around his throat. And Lenore is careful and slow in the way she fits it at the back of his neck, mindful not to tug at his hair or hurt him. They’re so close now, in a way closer than they’ve ever been before; her face is only inches away from his own, and Hector can feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. Her scent is so strong now, her heady and sweet, yet not overpowering, perfume. It wraps around Hector like an embrace and he has to try hard not to inhale too deeply and give himself away. Distantly, Hector is a little self-conscious about how he must smell; he hasn’t really had a proper bath in ages, other than the pails of lukewarm water and the washcloths the guards bring him occasionally, no doubt at Lenore’s instruction. 

But Lenore doesn’t seem to pay any attention to that. Her expression is serious and focused as she works, and her fingers on his skin feel so soft and delicate. Hector’s heart drops a little at the loss of contact when the collar is secured around his neck, and Lenore pulls back. 

The key rattles in the lock, and the door opens. Lenore stands beside it with the leash in hand, smiling widely. 

“Walkies!” she says cheerfully.

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