#and then there's the way I've latched on so hard to the idea of them together just...what do I do if they're not together?

[martianbugsbunny]

Idk if I'm strong enough for either canon Kalluzeb or Kalluzeb getting destroyed

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Atlus: Persona is about community and sharing. Look at PQ! Even tho the Wild Cards are mildly uncomfortable, everyone is happy to have a piece of the wild card ability! :) What I want: The second two wild cards interact, they start fighting because the other might take up a valuable resource. Bitch mode is activated. PQ2 doesn’t happen cause Goro’s having a mental breakdown.

[buckyalpine]

Bucky knows you’re faking

Bucky knows you’re faking. He has no idea where you met this guy or why you’re still with him, in fact Bucky almost feels sorry for him. Because this guy thinks he’s doing a good job. He thinks he’s making you cry from pleasure, he thinks he’s pulling orgasms from you left right and center but Bucky knows.

Becuase he’s heard you. Fucking smelled you.

In your room, all by yourself.

He hears every moan and whimper, all those noises you can’t hold back. The filthy squelching of your pussy making a mess on the sheets is a sound unmatched. You always smell so good after and he can’t get over how soft and sweet you are, all fucked out with a quiver in your voice, not realizing he knows exactly what you’ve been up to with those pretty fingers between your legs.

He’s seen the way you practically glow afterwards, a shy smile on your face, acting like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat minutes ago. Always when it’s well past midnight, coming down for a snack, a thin sheen of sweat still covering your skin. He’s usually in the kitchen, having to pretend his cock isn’t aching after hearing how pretty you sound, how desperate and loud you get when you think no one can hear you.

But he can.

Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smirking when he heard your less than enthusiastic sounds and silence a few minutes later. He watched carefully as you made your way into the kitchen with nothing but a flimsy robe covering you, eyes growing wide when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Have a fun night?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, struggling to keep his eyes on your face and not the loose knot, so close to letting your robe fall open, giving him access to that pretty body-

“Oh-yes” you shrugged, suddenly feeling hot all over realizing Bucky had probably heard you, “I-um-I don’t think I’ll see him again”

“Why not” Bucky prodded, his curiosity piqued, self-restraint faltering, he couldn't hold back, not when that poor excuse of a robe was begging to be ripped off. “He can’t make you cum, can he princess”

“What?” You stared at Bucky like a deer caught in headlights, frozen on the spot, mouth gaping while he chuckled.

“I said-” he got up from his place at the kitchen island, biting his lip while backing you against the counter, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard, poorly contained bulge press onto you. "He can't make you cum? Can he?"

“I-" You stammered, gripping onto the edge of the counter, surely you were dreaming, there's no way this was really happening, all the fantasies you've thought of coming to life-

“Oh baby” Bucky cooed at your flustered state, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, “Don’t get all shy on me now bunny. Was that it? Did he make you cum?”

You shook your head, still nearly frozen like a baby deer, whimpering when Bucky groaned, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Knew you were faking it princess, I've heard you, y'know" Bucky smirked at your gasp, clearly mortified that he'd heard you during your most intimate moments. "Y'sound so pretty when you touch yourself baby"

"Bucky" You whined, not sure what you were begging for, arousal pooling between your legs, spreading your knees slightly to press yourself against his thigh.

"Tell me to stop" his jaw was clenched, gripping onto the single strange of restraint he had, his fingers toying with the knot of your robe.

"D-don't stop" You let out a shuddered breath, shivering when your robe was thrown off before you could blink, Bucky's lips smashing onto yours. His hand gripped the back of your neck, his tongue claiming your mouth as his, teeth nipping and sucking your lip. He lifted you onto the cool marble counter with ease, metal fingers swiping through your folds, gathering your slick before shoving them in his mouth, groaning at the taste.

"You're fuckin' sweet bunny" He didn't give you a chance to respond, prying your thighs apart and dipping down to lick a fat stripe through your soaked cunt before latching onto your clit. You cried out in pleasure, his wide shoulders keeping your legs spared apart.

"B-Bucky!!" Your head was thrown back when he shoved two fingers into you, curling and fucking them into you, moaning when you grabbed onto the roots of his hair, tugging harder the closer you got.

"Already sound so pretty baby" He let out a dark chuckle, kissing your pouty face when he pulled away just before you reached your high, tugging down his sweats to pull his cock out, "Bet you'd sound even better when you're stuffed, hm?"

"Please" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, practically humping yourself on him, desperate to be filled. His cock was curved towards his tummy, the swollen head dripping with precum. There was something about him still being fully dressed while you were stark naked in the middle of the kitchen that aroused you more, knowing damn well anyone could walk by at any given moment.

"You need a fat cock to cum around, don't you bunny? My bunny's such a little slut, she can't cum unless she has a fat cock fucking her brains out?" He taunted, loving the way you were nothing more than a babbling mess already, moaning when you felt his tip catch against your fluttering entrance.

"Please Bucky, need it"

"I know baby, I know, my poor baby needs cock, doesn't she" His eyes locked with yours as he started to breech your tight hole, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch.

"Breathe, s'just me baby, swear you got my cock so hard-shit" He hissed as he pushed himself to the hilt, pulling out at an agonizing slow pace, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Faster Bucky, please-please need you" You tried to get him to move but he shook his head, feeling you flutter around him.

"First tell me what you call be princess, what do you call me when you're all alone with these sweet fingers"

Had Bucky not been holding onto you, you would have fainted; you had no idea he'd also heard the nights where you desperately moaned and came over and over again thinking of him. Bucky smirked against your skin, slowing down the drag of his cock again, snapping his hips suddenly making you squeal.

“C’mon darling, what was that you called me”

“DADDYY” you wailed, wrapping your thighs around his waist when he stated to pound you with a bruising grip around your waist, the clinks of glasses in the cupboards growing louder the harder he fucked you on the counter. "OH-GOD-D-DADDY"

"That's right, daddy's fuckin' you baby, makes me so hard when you call me that" Bucky groaned, thrusting faster, already on the brink of an orgasm. He could feel his cock swell each time you moaned or whimpered, his hand sneaking down to rub your clit.

"N'look at this precious clit, s'this what you're always playing with baby? Always rubbing this needy little button, thinking on one can hear you?"

"F-fuck Buckyyyy" Your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your cheeks when he rubbed you faster, your first orgasm choking his cock without warning. You couldn't formulate words, letting out silent screams, blinking pleasure consuming you.

"That's it baby, moan for me, cum for me, cum for your daddy baby, know you've never cum for anyone else, go on n'cum for daddy, make daddy proud" Bucky looked feral, grunting with each thrust, desperately holding off his own orgasm, needing to feel you cum around him over and over again.

"OH-DADDY-D-DON'T ST-STOPP"

"Look at you baby, such a good girl for daddy, giving daddy all of her cum" Bucky's eyes were wild, staring at where he cock split you open, his length and trimmed hair covered in your creamy mess. "Daddy wants all of his baby's cream sweets"

"OH FUCCCKK" You wailed, your juices squirting all over his crotch, making it impossible for Bucky to hold off any more as you clung into him.

"So fuckin' proud of you baby, made daddy's cock feel so good, y'know that? Y'make daddy so hard, so horny, you're gonna make daddy cum so hard angel, m'gonna cum so hard for you, Fuck-gonna fill you up bunny-take it-take my cum-fuck-FUCCKK" Bucky roared against your neck as streams of cum started to fill you, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. You were limp in his hold, passed out from pleasure, your combined mess dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

You didn't even realize you were tucked under the warmed blankets, wrapped up in a pair of thick, muscular arms, Bucky's large chest acting as a pillow. You nuzzled into him while he softly petted you hair, blissfully unaware it was just the start of a very long night.

[i-turned-into-the-stone]

Which idol is waiting by/in an alleyway and when you come across them, you act like you think they're a prostitute and treat them accordingly?

I don't know why I think of Jisoo but either way, I had a quick fun 10-minute break writing this.

Fuck, it's a cold night, but the neon lights of the city keep things somewhat warm. I turn down this dark alleyway, hoping to find someone willing to help me out with my needs.

There she is - Jisoo from that K-pop girl group BLACKPINK, I think, leaning against the wall trying to look aloof.

Her long black hair frames that beautiful face, and she's wearing a tight dress that hugs her curves.

I decide to play around as I swagger up to her, hand on my zipper. "Well hello there, pretty thing. Looking for some business tonight?"

Jisoo's eyes go wide as I approach. "W-what? No, I'm not...you have the wrong idea!"

But I cut her off, pushing her back against the wall. I lean in close, my breath hot on her neck as I whisper. "Don't play dumb, baby. I know what you're after out here. Now, how much to have that sweet pussy for a little while?"

She squirms, cheeks flushed. "S-stop it! I'm an idol, I don't...mmpph!"

Sealing my lips over hers, I kiss Jisoo deeply, groping her ass through the tight dress. She whimpers into my mouth, but doesn't fight back too hard.

Soon, my tongue is exploring her mouth while I grind my hardening cock against her belly.

With a wet pop, I break the kiss. "Your lips say no...but your body says yes. Now let's see those tits."

Without waiting for Jisoo's reply, I grab her slender thighs and hike her legs up around my waist, pinning her against the rough brick wall.

She gasps when I grind my clothed bulge against her clothed pussy, the friction already dampening her panties.

"N-no...please, I'm a good girl, I've never..." she whimpers, but her protests are feeble at best as I attack her neck with hungry kisses and bites.

"Shh, I know you're a slut, just enjoy it," I growl, reaching down to hike up Jisoo's tight dress, exposing her lacy black thong.

I rub my hand over the soaked fabric, making her squirm restless.

With my other hand, I roughly paw at Jisoo's breasts through her dress, mauling the soft mounds as she pants hotly.

Finally freeing one breast, I latch my mouth around her hardened nipple, sucking hard.

"Aahh!...fuck..." Jisoo moans, her hips bucking shamelessly now as I grind the bulge of my jeans against her drenched core.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I quickly unzip and free my thick, veiny cock. With one hand, I shove Jisoo's thong aside, exposing her pretty pink pussy, glistening with arousal.

Then I'm burying myself balls deep inside her in one hard thrust.

Jisoo cries out muffled obscenities as I immediately start pounding her pussy hard and deep, not giving her a chance to adjust to my thick size.

Her arms wrap around my neck, nails digging into my shoulders as I rail her up against the cold alley wall.

"Oh fuck, you were made for this, you cock sleeve!" Watching Jisoo's face contort in a mix of pleasure and shame as she bites her lip to stifle her slutty moans.

But her traitorous pussy betrays her - clenching and convulsing greedily around my cock.

"Such a sloppy, used up cunt!" I sneer, one hand holding her legs apart as the other gropes her tits roughly through the fabric of her dress. "But goddamn, your greedy hole feels so fucking good wrapped around me." Harder and harder I jackhammer into her loose pussy.

The lewd sounds of my hips smacking against her ass cheeks, her sopping cunt slobbering all over my cock, echo through the steamy alleyway.

The idol can't hold back the desperate whimpering any longer, one hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the shameful cries of ecstasy.

"That's it, you dumb prostitute...take this fucking dick like you were born for it!" I grunt, sweat dripping down my brow as I pound Jisoo relentlessly.

Her slippery pussy squelches nastily around my pistoning shaft, rippling and clamping down in orgasmic waves she can't control.

I couldn't give a fuck about the pedestrians passing by the alleyway entrance, their shocked gasps and horrified looks only egging me on as I mercilessly rail Jisoo's sloppy cunt.

The K-pop princess herself doesn't seem to care either, whorish moans tumbling shamelessly from her swollen lips now.

"Ooohh fuck yesss!! Ughh..." Jisoo wails, head thrown back in depraved pleasure. Her arms cling to my shoulders desperately as I piston wildly in and out of her sensitive canal.

With each violent thrust, her cream coats my cock, splattering down to soak my balls and drip lewd puddles onto the filthy ground below.

The crude squelching and schlicking sounds echo through the alley as I absolutely ruin Jisoo's pristine pussy.

"Take it, you idol cumdump!" One hand tangled in her silky black hair to hold her in place. "I'll turn your slutty hole inside out on this dick!"

Jisoo squeals like a bitch in heat, hips bucking erratically to grind her drenched slit up and down my cock.

The concrete wall rattles from the sounds of flesh smacking flesh, the wet sloshing of her ruined pussy taking my brutal assault over and over.

One of the passersby stops to gawk at the depraved display, dick no doubt straining in their pants.

But I pay them no mind, focused solely on draining my heavy balls deep in Jisoo's spasming cunt.

My thrusts become wild and erratic, slamming repeatedly into Jisoo's sloppy, battered pussy with reckless abandon until I'm ready to unleash my pent up load.

With a throaty groan, I bury myself to the root inside the whimpering K-pop idol and start pumping thick, hot ropes of jizz straight into her convulsing, cream-filled womb.

"Nnnghhh...take this fucking seed, you dirty cumdump!" I grunt through gritted teeth, holding Jisoo's legs spread wide as I drain my balls inside her overused cunt.

As the last spurts of my load leak out around my softening cock, I unceremoniously drop Jisoo to the ground in a sweaty, creampied heap.

She mewls pathetically, makeup streaked and dress disheveled as my cum and her own juices gush out of her gaped, well-fucked pussy.

Zipping up, I pull some crumpled bills from my pocket and toss them dismissively at the thoroughly degraded starlet.

"Thanks for the business, slut," I sneer with a satisfied smirk before turning to exit the alley, leaving Jisoo a whimpering, defiled mess on the filthy ground behind me.

[cinnanmonn]

Could I maybe ask for some delicious Sub alpha yandere x Omega reader? A big guy that is scary dog privilege personified, and a little guy(gender neutral) that's just latched on his titties and ass? Thanks

🦭 Anon

𝑆𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑅.

𝑌𝑎𝑛! 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎 𝑋 𝐺𝑁 𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Tw: I like tits and ass

Ngl I've read smth like this but the roles were reversed

Leon, a known being for his aggressive and rough nature. He took the role of being an alpha to his advantage, making sure he gets all his wants.

Many stared at him with fear, yet you stared at him like a creep. Weirdo. Freak. Stop it, I'm blushing.

Ever since you met, he always got a weird stare from you, specifically near his chest or ass. But why did it lowkey made him feel good?

Despite being some Omega, you had the iron balls to talk to him like a fellow subordinate, even touching his shoulders, hugging him and accidentally grazing his ass.

It sort of gave him comfort, even if he didn't show it. Overtime, you would sneakily give him lingering touches, he was aware of that.

He wanted you to touch him more. But no way, no way in absolute hell is he gonna tell you that. After all, he's an alpha!

No alpha wants to lose to some... Puny Omega. So he actually tried to keep his distance, even being more grumpy than ever, making those that surround him wonder if they're gonna make it out alive with how he looks at others.

But.... To no avail, you eventually broke those walls. (Can you break his other walls?) In the end, like some fucking Omega, he lays there, accepting as you squeeze and touch his tits to your hearts desire.

You always had an eye on those babies, You'd be ascended if you could sleep on them. He just doesn't let you do it, he's just shy.

No matter what you do, he tries to dominate, even if it completely backfires on him like a bitch.

He tried to penetrate you? Well somehow you're spanking and groping his ass, making him count it.

It made him extremely hard.

You just love him too much, the way he squirms at your touch, the way he reacts when you grope him in public. He's gonna go insane one day.

How could an omega do this? Is your pheromones acting up or something? Did you cast a spell on him? If so, he hopes it's permanent.

He officially can't even breath without being near you. He still acts all grumpy and rough with others, yet he acts like a marked Omega with you. It really surprised you. But surprisingly, you liked it.

The way he let's you do what you want, it's really fun to be spoiled. But surely, one day he's gonna mark you. So you can play him, forever. You can use him as you want, he doesn't even care that your inferior to him in status.

He really just wants your love and affection. If he marks you, will you love him forever and ever?

No matter what happens....

I tried but Im not filled with ideas rn so it's pretty short sorry (╯︵╰,)

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche brainrot, surprise surprise. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Degradation. Praise. Tongue piercing. Dacryphilia.

Sorry I have been quiet lately, I have been very very stressed. I hope this doesn't read as a complete and total mess.

Scaramouche sighed impatiently, playing with the ball of his tongue piercing on the roof of his mouth. He was horny. And your attention wasn't on him, but on a horror movie the two of you had started watching together.

"Oh, I think I've got it," You suddenly said. There was an interesting look on your face. On the one hand, you sounded so sure as you explained to him that you may have figured out the movie, but there was a look of self doubt in your eyes, like you were afraid to be wrong and second guessing yourself in a hesitant way.

Were you afraid of being wrong in front of him?

YES.

Scaramouche reached over and grabbed his phone of the bed next to him, and proceeded to spoil the movie for himself to see if you were right. Damn it, the pride that he felt when he looked up from his screen at you.

God you are so smart, so fucking smart. You were right. And you'd figured it out just from hearing one single sentence about 35 minutes into the movie.

Did you have any idea how smart you are?

"I'm horny," Scaramouche said, pressing the stop button on the remote.

"Scara, really?! Can it wait?" You asked in protest.

"No," He really couldn't. Just smelling you and being close enough to touch you turned him on. Your brilliant brain only added to his arousal.

Time to kill two birds with one stone. You could find out that you were right, and he could himself to licking and sucking on your cunt until you cried for him. The thoughts were making him unbelievably hard.

Grasping your ankle, he slid you onto your back, covering your mouth with his hand to keep you from protesting further. "You were right, I looked it up on my phone," He purred, his hand sliding up your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit outside of your panties, "Good job, kitten. Good, smart girls deserve a reward, do they not?"

Suddenly, any focus on the movie melted away. Scaramouche always made your brain fuzzy. "I..I was?" Your words came out with a shaky sigh of pleasure behind his hand.

"Mhmm~," He pushed your skirt up, and hooked his fingers through your panties. "So wet, already," He marvelled as he took your panties off. He always enjoys seeing how fast he could turn you on.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Scaramouche batted your legs apart as he slotted himself between them. His tongue snaked out to lick a line up your cunt, groaning as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

The friction of his tongue piercing on your clit made it throb. It wouldn't be long before your shaky sighs bled into soft moans. His hands found your hips, holding your cunt against his mouth when you rocked your hips up.

"It doesn't take much to make you desperate, does it, slut?" Scaramouche latched his lips onto your clit, and sucked. Crying out, your hands found the back of his head.

His cock throbbed when you pushed his face into your cunt. Your legs trembled from the sudden, strong burst of stimulation. Gasping, your fingers tightened in his hair feeling his tongue piercing scrap and flick against your clit.

Taking his lips off of your clit, he flattened his tongue over it before sweeping it inside of you. His piercing scrapped slow over your sensitive walls, making you twitch and moan loudly in pleasure as you began to writhe on the bed.

Scaramouche vibrated a moan on your cunt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your swelling clit. "Desperation tastes so good on you," His eyes rolled closed in bliss, getting carried away, drunk on the taste of you.

You bucked your hips up into his mouth. Scaramouche was determined to fuck you dumb on his tongue for being so smart. You deserve it. And he got to taste you.

Win win if you ask him.

"Am I being a good girl? Am I?" You pleaded, whimpering when he started to suck on your clit again. You heard him laugh, feeling it on your clit as he sucked.

Releasing your clit with a soft, wet pop, he kitten licked his tongue on the throbbing nub. "Yes, you are being such a good slut," He praised, teasing his tongue piercing are your entrance. His thumbs skimmed on the inside of your thighs, making goosebumps dot on your skin.

Scaramouche swirled his tongue between your walls, rubbing and pinching your clit. He grinded his aching cock down against the mattress when your walls clamped around his tongue. He knew you were close, your fingernails digging into his scalp.

"That's it, my good whore. Cum all over my tongue," Scaramouche quivered in anticipation, rubbing your clit as he worked his tongue piercing on your cunt. He smirked seeing tears well in your eyes, your orgasm building up tighter and tighter. "You sound like such a shameless whore."

"Scara, I'm..I'm!-" You couldn't finish your sentence. Scaramouche pinched and rolled your clit a few more times between the pads of his fingers before you squirted on his tongue.

He happily lapped up your release, nursing his tongue on piercing on your clit to help you chase your high.

You could barely even think by the time Scaramouche took his mouth off your cunt. He moved up your body to kiss you just as sloppily as he had eaten you out. You were breathless when he pulled away. "I'm more entertaining than some silly movie, yes?" He asked, smirking down at your already fucked out expression.

He would watch the entire movie with you later. After he fucked you dumber on his cock that is.

[grnherbs]

that's right baby, say my name.

minors dni! nsft & eighteen plus only !

javier peña <3

word count: i have no idea i wrote this out in tumblr, roughly 1k ?

warnings: eighteen plus! hand cuffs, roughness?, degradation, face slapping once, minor tit play, female fingering, name calling, piv, cockwarming?

he presses you up against the wall, hands behind your back and you hear the metallic jingle of handcuffs, feeling them click around your wrists, the cold metal was a shock to the humidity of Colombian heat.

you felt a his face close to yours, hot and his breath went down your back. "you've got me running around this damn city looking for your ass" he whispers in your ear. "y, aquí estas, breakin' into my fuckin house".

he was flushed, jeans hanging low on his hips, barely enough time to have got out of bed and dressed before he had you pinned in your current position. "mi amor, you know better than this," he chastised and you felt his bare chest near your arms from the way he had you.

"javi" you said softly with a faux whine "you're hurting me", to which he responds flatly, with resonance of a chuckle, "you're breaking my fuckin' heart, baby" and he grabs you, hauling you up over his shoulder, carrying you from the kitchen to the lounge, chucking you onto the couch.

"what am i going to do with you?" he rubs his hands over his face, before moving them over his eyes in frustration. he moves down to hold his hand, twisting the rings that lay on his fingers. "what the hell are you even doing here? i could get into so much shit for even seeing you."

you look up, catching his gaze in yours, "javi please, i just had to see you, I've missed you".

he scoffs at this and sits next to you with a sigh, "missed me have you, cariño?" he turns his face to look at you once more, muttering under his breath "fuckin' missed me...".

the silence fills the room and he groans, like he's fighting with himself. eventually he speaks up to your surprise. "a la mierda.." you look up in surprise at this and his lips are latched onto yours, to which you let out a shocked moan, pushing back against him.

he reaches round you to undo the cuffs, but grabs your arms before you can move them to pin them beside your head. deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and he lets out another moan, his body pressed to yours.

eventually he pulls away and he grabs you, sitting you on his lap, leg each side of his, and you feel his hard on pressing into you. he takes his hand and trails it up your body from your legs, to your stomach, kissing and sucking on your neck as he does, his hand reaches up and he squeezes your tits, playing with the nipple, evident through your thin shirt.

you grind downwards onto him, your skirt flayed out, thin underwear and denim barely stopping the sensation it sends through you and him. his hand comes up to rest on your jaw and he pulls it back, slapping you round the face gently, just to surprise you.

"still like it rough from me huh?" he acknowledges your moan to it. "una sucia puta" he pulls you up, pulling your skirt down and lifting your shirt over your head before grinding you back down onto him. he takes you in fully, eyes raking your body in everyway.

kissing your tits again, he sucks on them, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. "please javi, i need you". he lets out another dark chuckle at this "oh baby, what do you need?" he teases, grinding up into you again.

"you, baby, please" and he nods, leaning you down onto the couch, so you're body in under him, he rips off your underwear, running his finger up your cunt, collecting the wetness and rubbing it onto your clit, making your legs jolt. he moves his finger down, playing with your entrance, before placing a finger inside you, smirking at your moan, as you grip his neck.

"oh buena chica, my angel" he teased, moving it in and out at a steady pace, adoring the way your body moved under his and he sees your hands working their way down his own body, unzipping the fly on his jeans, and moving your hand into them, over his boxers to cup his hard cock, bucking into your hand.

he removes his finger, much to your dismay, standing up and kicking his jeans and boxers off at once, standing over you and stroking his cock, he looked beautiful, and for a second you'd thought you had died, taking in the sight. he smiled at your reaction, leaning down to kiss you, clambering on top of you.

you reach up to run your hands through his hair and he looks at you with adoration. "my beautiful girl" he kisses you softly, distracting you from the feeling of his cock lining up with you. without warning he thrusts into you. both of you letting out a moan at the feeling. "ah mierda, so .. fucking tight" he buried his head into your shoulder and you scratch up his back, getting used to the small burn of the stretch.

looking up and into your eyes, you nodded to him and he propped himself up on once arm, beginning to rock into you, the feeling overwhelming you both. he was always so hard for you, "cmon baby, wanna hear you" he encourages and you begin to moan out for him.

"javi please, just use me" you blurt out and he obliged, rocking back and forth into you, his hips rolling to meet yours hitting every spot just perfectly, practically made for you. "javi, please you feel so fucking good" and he groans into your ear.

"thats it baby, say my name, tell everyone whose cock you're crying for huh?" he strokes your hair, before moving his hand down to play with your clit, sending a near electric pulse through your body, having you moaning his name so loudly, you were sure to have woken the neighbours up "that's right mi cariño, say it, say my name when you cum"

he knew your body like the back of his hand now and he felt you clenching round him, the feeling was perfect and the next thing you knew was heat as you release finally, soaking his cock with yourself "ah! javi, fuck"

he stutters out a moan, following closely behind you, his body collapsing gently on you, cock still nestled warmly inside. he places a kiss to your forehead.

"god, you're gonna be the death of me"

[senblades]

Just realized that Crow and Violet enter the Phantom thieves group with the same condition, though not the same circumstances.

They both first Joined as a fake of themselves, fooling everyone. Then they were a 2-phase boss fight, where the true self gets revealed. Then they join the team, for good and for real.

Hmmmmmmmmm

ANON YOU'RE SO RIGHT I'M

I'll always be a little sad that Atlus never went all-in on the SumiGoro friendship/parallels potential... o7 another fallen dynamic for the pit

in all seriousness, though: many people have talked about the Akechi and Sumire parallels far better than I ever could, but I'll talk some more anyway!

I think the most obvious parallel is in who they admire/resent. Sumire, obviously, admires Kasumi in every way- undercut with resentment that she's scared to ackowledge. Akechi, meanwhile, resents Joker to hell and back, undercut with layers of admiration that he refuses to admit to (+ uh. shauke angst HAHA)

Both are lying to themselves about their other halves, but even more interestingly: Both Kasumi and Joker see Sumire and Akechi respectively as their equals/rivals, despite everything, and even though it may seem that one half is clearly better than the other at first glance.

Sumire's coach, during the Faith confidant, tells Sumire how Kasumi had worked so hard because she knew if she didn't, Sumire would catch up to her- that Kasumi was jealous of Sumire's grace (Ironic, as meanwhile Sumire was desperate to emulate Kasumi's boldness)

Joker's a bit different -silent protag, and all- but, even still: "I'll hold onto you're glove", "I won't lose"- so much of Joker's dialogue about Akechi makes it clear that he takes the other seriously. Plus, the consistent reminders that the promise for a rematch hasn't been fulfilled: clearly, Joker doesn't consider the interrogation room nor the engine room 'fair fights', or true indicators of either's skill (stop me before I go on a tangent)

It's not just Joker=Kasumi and Sumire=Akechi, though. The fact that both sides of each equation are equals means that some lines get crossed. I'm thinking Kasumi's "Because that's my right, as the elder sister!" vs. Akechi's "Going all out against a junior seems a bit gauche, don't you think?"- both Kasumi and Akechi seem to have this idea that they have to be better (a bit of speculation on my part, for Kasumi)- they have no excuse to lose; it's only natural if they win, and incredibly dissapointing otherwise.

back to crow/violet parallels, they also act as excellent foils for each other in the royal trio dynamic: Sumire, when faced with low self-esteem and terrible circumstances, latches onto people that she considers "better"- imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all! And Sumire has imitation in spades.

Akechi, meanwhile, distances himself from pretty much everyone. He seems to value shallow praise of people that don't really see, rather than experience the mortifying ordeal of being known, and whatnot.

but even then, Akechi does have some similar tendencies to Sumire- he just hides it under layers of deflection and lying to himself. He claims to absolutely hate Shido and Joker, and while I don't doubt that, necessarily, it's clearly far more complicated than that. Akechi, no matter how he feels about them, lives and dies by the will of his obsessions- and by the time of the third semster, he's had enough. (while, conversely, Sumire hasn't quite learned to stand on her own)

Actually, speaking of the third semester; Maruki's reality also highlights some similarities between the two, as the two people most egregiously edited by the false reality: Sumire, back to believing she's Kasumi, and Akechi as "I've never had a violent thought in my life!" pleasant boy. Those two are the only members of the PT where Maruki goes straight for the personality.

whoops. long post HAHA

[bloompawz]

I don't understand the whole, "You can't explain gender stuff to kids; they're too young to understand" argument. Refusing to explain anything just results in more confusion.

As a kid, I thought that trans people were a really cool hypothetical, but didn't realize that could actually be a real thing until years later. I used to try to find portals where I could step in and swap my gender in elementary school, because I thought that would be the only way.

In third grade, we had a project where we were given the letters of our names and pictures of our faces, and we were supposed to draw the rest for a sort of classroom student book thing. I dropped some of the letters in my name to make it masculine, cut off the hair, and drew stuff that I thought was cool.

The teacher saw this and said, "Is that really how you want people to remember you?" clearly expecting me to say "no."

But I said "Yes," and the teacher argued against this for a bit, before giving in and allowing me to use the art that I made. They still made me create a version that aligned with my AGAB, though. The masculine version was only kept in black and white.

(Fun fact: My chosen name is actually almost identical to the name I chose in third grade. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted, even with my limited knowledge on what I could do.)

I fantasized about being able to change my gender a lot as a kid, whether that meant being a boy, or being neither a girl nor a boy, or being between/some sort of boygirl. I wished that I could "genderbend," because that was the terminology I knew.

I learned that trans people actually exist in like... Middle school? And people were super transphobic at the time, so I internalized that for a few years before accepting that I'm trans. That pain could've been avoided if I had been taught from a young age that trans people exist, and that it's okay to be trans.

I was a trans kid, and I didn't know that was what I was until I was a teen, because I wasn't given the opportunity to know. Trans kids exist, regardless of whether you give them language to express their experiences or not.

And I've met trans kids who knew that terminology, and knew that they were trans because of it. I've also met kids who weren't trans, but still experimented with pronouns and gender expression for a short while to see how they felt, because they were given the freedom to do so. It's good to let kids explore who they are.

I'm also openly trans, and I don't hide this from anyone. Kids understand, even if I'm the first to explain it to them. It's not a hard concept to grasp. My little brother was introducing me to his friends as his big brother even when I was expressing myself very femininely, and hardly any kids batted an eye. Some of them were curious why I looked so feminine for a guy, and it was easy to explain. It has also been easy to explain what being nonbinary means.

Kids latch onto concepts like gender more easily than you think. Out of everyone in my family, my little brother (who still isn't even a teen yet) has been one of the most supportive people when it comes to my transition. I can't think of a time when he has misgendered me- not in years, at least. He caught on fast, and he never gets it wrong. He even corrects people who misgender me. I get misgendered by the adults in my family much more than the children.

Kids get it. All you gotta do is explain.

[dailyadventureprompts]

As someone overburdened with ideas it's SO hard figuring out what campaign I'm going to run next. I've got a group of players slowly coagulating but I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to put infront of them for session 0. The problem is that while I have no shortage of raw narrative material the vast majority of it doesn't easily snap together to coherent campaigns, to say nothing of those ideas that seem fun but haven't yet developed enough to fill out all of my checklist.

Decisive intro: One of my must haves is the idea that there's an initial concept/motivation baked into the campaign pitch that the players can latch onto when building their characters. It's so much easier than my earlier days of " Alright people we're playing d&d make your characters on your own and we'll see how the group sorts itself out by the first session."

Central gameplay mechanic: An understanding of what the players are going to be doing most of the time to progress the plot. Mysteries involve investigating, pirate games include naval battles, sprawling political epics involve diplomacy and spycraft. Just like with the intro, this lets your players create characters who are conceptually and mechanically relevant to the game as it unfolds. Likewise it's a good idea to have the central mechanic reflected in some way in the intro adventure. If its a heist game, make them steal something.

Bulletproof first act adventure: Carrying through on the momentum of the intro, dealing with its consequences, confronting its villains, getting the party tangled up in various other plot threads but tying off neatly at the end.

Strong idea for future arcs of the campaign: To provide those previously mentioned plot threads and enough background worldbuilding. No idea what adventure hooks the party will bite down on but It's my policy to always pack a full tacklebox.

Touchstones: Another unexpected but absolutely necessary inclusion is to give your players a smattering of different pieces of media for them to reference as to the tone and boundaries of this campaign. Is your classic medieval fantasy Lord of The Rings gravity, Narnian wonder, or Montypython absurdity? You HAVE to get the whole party on the same page about it.

What drives all this frustration into actual absurdity is that most players don't even have strong opinions about which campaign they're playing, they're just happy to show up and play whatever amazing thing I've made for them. You think that'd make this easier but it doesn't!

Please, if you're ever in one of my games, have opinions and be loud about them. Be flexible, yeah, but be forward with your likes and expectations.

[melaninmight]

mine

- toji fushiguro x reader | wc: -1k

₊˚ෆ ⋮ vibes: F&MU (kehlani)

⪩⪨ ⋮ cw: ass spanking, fingering, handjob, oral sex, preggo kink, bdsm, daddy dom!toji, sub!reader, f!reader, c00m suppression.

.ᐟ ⋮ disclaimers: all characters are of age, and any sensual activity is consensual. the world of jujutsu kaisen and characters are credit to Akutami. y/n is visualized as a black woman; please be mindful if you're a non-black reader. Minors DNI !

You found yourself pinned against the bed, breaths agape, legs sore and spread open for the likes of your boyfriend. He teases your pretty cunt, the tip merely gliding into the entrance. Teeth gnawing your lower lip, suppressing the whimpers and moans threatening to escape. 

Toji licked his lips, prideful of the disarray he initiated. Watching you crumble under his thumb was his way of getting back at you after purposely stirring jealousy with Gojo. Glaring at his nemesis as his hands roamed your waist, adoring your flashy black dress that you intentionally chose to wear for Gojo’s party. Apparently, you and Toji had a heated argument, so you figured it’d be a great idea to make him jealous by flirting with the white haired, crystal-eyed male whom Toji despises. Needless to say, you almost succeeded until the black-haired male walked up to you, not before throwing a deathly glare at Gojo’s smiling ass, dragging you far, far away from the crowd and eventually the party to a nearby hotel. 

Now, here you are, naked and vulnerable, just for him to see. 

His goal of forcing you in place was almost complete– 

“Toji plea–” you were suddenly interrupted by a fruitful smack to your ass, dropping your head as you squealed. 

“Don’t think that’s my name sweetheart, you know better,” he growled, teeth pulling the tip of your ear. His fingers traced your puffy lips, followed by the disgusting sound of your juices. The desire to scream ate away at you, hands balling the sheets. 

“P-Please daddy.. Make me your slut. Fuck me shitless, I don’t care!”

Toji hummed, pulling his fingers away from your pus, shoving them down your mouth, you could taste yourself against his fingertips. Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply.

“Amazing how you went from whore to slut. Such a dirty girl.”

His other hand reached for his cock, pumping it slightly and shoving it in your entrance with little patience, ragged breaths escaping his mouth as you tightened around him.

“Fuckk, latching onto me for mercy already?~” 

You couldn’t take it anymore and screamed your soul out of your body, eyes rolled back. Your puffy pus clenched around his pulsating cock, filthy noises echoing the room the harder he fucks you. 

“Nggh, yess Daddy,” you squealed, heavy balls slapping your ass repeatedly. 

“Fuckk you feel so good baby, ‘m gonna fill you up deliciously, enough to pop some babies.”

Toji quickened his pace, deep growls and groans harmonious with your pleads, hand groping your sensitive tits. All forms of comprehension replaced with fogs of lust clouding your mind. Your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, sounds of skin slapping skin filling your ears, a slight string of drool hanging from your mouth.

“I– f-fuckk, coming!” you gasped, hands clawing against his back.

Suddenly, Toji’s pace slowed, almost pulling out completely, leaving you perplexed and sensually frustrated.

“What the fuck?!”

He chuckled. 

‘Tis da matter, baby? Did you really think I was gonna let you come easy?”

His hand wrapped around your neck, slightly choking you, your hand cupping his wrist.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your stunt earlier with him.”

Tears flowed down your cheeks, doe eyes glancing up at him as you struggled to gain breath.

Leaning down, Toji’s face closing in towards yours.

“Perhaps Daddy should show him who you belong to…

That you. Are. Mine.”

— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme

A/N: i've been diagnosed with writer's block for the past couple of months since graduating college. so i wrote a short, but dirty fantasy of toji before s2 !

— psst, you can read this on ao3 *offers 🍪*

enjoy!~

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, ℒ

☺︎ 2023 melaninmight.

! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !

[shakesthewizard]

Now I want to know some of your polycule dynamic ideas for the bad kids???

This is a dream come true, okay walk with me

Let's start out with a couple of what I would consider fundamental pairings. In most any configuration of the group you can think of, most if not all of these are gonna be necessary for me to really get invested.

Fabriz. Duh. Need I say more.

Fabadaine. It's my fucking roman empire and I WILL go on about it for another thousand words if you ask

Figadaine. Support women's wrongs! Going shopping! My girlfriend is a rockstar and we make out backstage! My girlfriend is the elven oracle and we make out twice because she has a vision of it happening first!

I've also got some pairings that are nice on their own, but that I don't find like, mandatory if you're gonna sell me on something.

GorgugxFig. She's so loudly angry to hide her fear; he's so quietly scared of his own anger. She made him join her band and he's probably the better musician. They're so nice to each other.

FigxKristen. Fall into temptation. Make out with the devil on your shoulder. She helps you kill your god. She becomes your devoted paladin. The ArchDevil of Rebellion pulls you into a cosmic war against the very divinity you were the Chosen One for.

Now as for larger groupings, things get pretty fun. There are so many to choose from. Like for example:

The Bad Boys. Like as a throuple. Think about it. You're the cool son of a famous pirate; you're already kicking ass at bloodrush; youre hot shit. A metalhead and a briefcase kid latch onto you like barnacles. This is so embarassing. Cut to a month later and you're all on a rooftop sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. The briefcase kid kisses you, and metalhead is next in line. Briefcase kid is also your best friend, even without the insane new tension and the fact that he can dismantle your coolguy persona with seemingly no effort. He tastes like burnt coffee. Even ignoring how metalhead can crack skulls, but treats you with gentleness and even hesitation, like he's afraid you'll turn him down. As if. His bangs get in the way when he kisses you.

The Bad Girls as a throuple. This one feels almost too obvious for words. Three girls who are all trying so hard and failing to be normal, but from three different directions. Imagine one day seeing the uptight wizard girl with rich parents and girl who tried to convert you to fantasy mormonism on her first day both walk into school one day holding hands with that punk girl who's in a band and who has already turned like six other students gay just by being cool and pretty. Then at lunch, they're all sitting together, and the elf and the cleric both have the bard's lipstick on their lips and cheeks. The cleric looks at you. She winks. You go home confused.

Figaydadaine. Figayda I don't have to sell you on, but you can't tell me Ayda and Adaine aren't so fucking cute together it hurts. They make spells for each other! Adaine has the key to the Wizard's Synod! Adaine killed her dad with Ayda's spell. Come ON, this shit writes itself. Honestly Aydaine is so good by itself

There's also an extended world of qpr among the bad kids - Rizdaine would be a great example of this. I don't think of them as a Couple, but they are SO close and there's so much trust and intimacy there. That's a pair that cuddle while watching movies or doing mystery stuff.

qpr FigGug is another great possibility. Just take all the sweet support and kindness they already have and pry out the romance.

I think if you pitched me another pair/group I could find something interesting about it, but those are my off-the-dome thoughts. Thanks for asking!

[minv97]

˖°. ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ ˖°.

Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!

100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.

This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!

Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3

This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.

“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”

You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.

“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.

“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.

“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”

“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”

Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.

You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.

“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.

“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.

The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.

He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.

“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”

“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.

Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”

“What about when you’re not around?”

“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”

Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.

Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.

He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”

“Oh my god, Jihoon.”

“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”

After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.

“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.

“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.

You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.

“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.

“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.

You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.

“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”

You can find all of my work under #minv97

[falmerbrook]

Snow Elf culture?

*pulls up a chair*

Perhaps...

A wee disclaimer that I'm not particularly good or creative with developing cultures or societies, but my brain has just latched on to the snow elves in a way where I can't stop myself. But anyway

I developed a lot of this because of a big ass draft for a fic I've been writing on and off about Gelebor and Vyrthur, so a lot of my headcanons are religion heavy. I'll start there:

Gelebor seems to place Auri-El and the Chantry of Auri-El as having significant importance to the Snow Elves over the other gods/temples. He's probably got a bit of bias in that regard since he's devoted his life to Auri-El, but in order to differentiate their religion from the other elven ones I like to think that their religion in general worshipped Auri-El as not even just as the figure head of their pantheon, but almost monotheistical, while the other gods (Trinimac, Syrabane, Jephre and Phynaster according to Gelebor) were like minor divine figures or just legendary heroes even more than in Altmer myth, depending on the interpretation. My idea is that if their culture had been allowed to continue on, it would've eventually become monotheistic, but by the arrival of the Nords they were in a bit of an awkward transition period with it.

I also like to lean into the sun motif with Auri-El that they established in Dawnguard and with Auriel's Bow, partially because it's another thing to make their depiction of him more unique, and in part because it makes some very juicy irony for Vyrthur. Some ideas include:

- The more religious folk tend to pray at noon when the sun is at it's highest. - The two biggest snow elf festivals happen on the summer and winter solstices. As far north as they are, the summer solstice is during a time of year where the sun barely sets and the winter one is during a time of year where it barely rises. The summer one is more jovial and celebratory, with a grand feast. With almost 24 hours of daylight, the festivities last up to three days straight, with folks commonly staying awake for over 24 hours. Most of it is spent outside, with the celebration being focused on making the most of the weather and daylight hours to spend as much time in the sun and the light of Auri-El as possible. The winter festival is as large scale but lasts longer and is lower-key. It also involves a feast but features more winter foods and meat and alcohol. It is more pensive. At this point in the year, there is no full daylight, and so this season is seen as a test of one’s faith and mental fortitude. This festival acts as a break from this trying time, taking time to relax, build community (a strong community will allow them to make it through the winter and strengthen their minds), and bond with family and friends. It is about a weeklong break, where leading up to the festival everyone works harder to prepare for it and allow themselves to have the break. There are activities and festivities, but they remain indoors for the most part and are smaller. - I've referenced this before, but with long winters with little sunlight (due to harsh weather and short days), they see that time of year as a reflective test of will and faith.

Due to their proximity to dragons, it was hard to miss the connection between Auri-El (/Akatosh) and dragons, and so their depiction of Auri-El is either much more influenced by the iconography of dragons, or is a dragon (although their depiction of dragon Auri-El is much more benevolent than the Nord/Atmoran one). I got the idea for this one from this Reddit post (i know I dog on Reddit a lot but this one has got some fun stuff in it, even if it's a bit out there)

^On that note, later in the timeline (post Dragon War (the timeline is very fuzzy on when this and the Night of Tear happens. They are both sometime vaguely in the late Merethic Era I believe, but it's unclear which happens first or how long each conflict is)) some Snow Elves see a sort of unreturned, unofficial comradery with dragons, seeing themselves as both on the receiving end of the Nord's/Atmoran's brutality (disregarding whether it was warranted or not in the context of the Dragon War).

Ok here's some more general cultural ones:

I mentioned my reasoning for this in this post, but I like to think their general settlements were not as permanent, with a larger focus on wood and building into the sides of hills (good for warmth), while their temples tended to be made of stone and much more permanent. This is why there are so few identifiable Snow Elf ruins across Skyrim. Their cities and towns were easy to wipe out, scavenged for resources, or were in good places for Nordic cities (perhaps Bromjunaar was originally the site of a Snow Elf city?), and their temples were either very hidden (e.g. the Chantry of Auri-El) or eventually converted to Nordic temples.

I love this journal in general for gleaning ideas for Snow Elf headcanons for, but one interesting this is the use of "Old Ones" and "Young One". They're treated like established titles. From that I like to think they place a lot of emphasis on the respect of those older than you. The social hierarchy and whose opinions are most valued is heavily influenced by age. Folks call anyone older or more revered “Old Ones” as a term of respect, and anyone younger than them “Young Ones”. Old One is almost never used in a demeaning way, but Young One can be (not always). Typically, “Old Ones” is used in the third person (e.g. you wouldn’t refer to someone directly as “old one”) whole “Young One(s)” can be used as an epithet for someone directly or in third person.

When thinking about death/"burial" customs (needed for some scenes in the fic I'm planning), you have to consider that there probably wasn't a lot of land in a place like Skyrim where someone can be buried. Nords intern their dead in crypts or burn them to get around this, and I like to think Snow Elves participated in something akin to sky burials (at least sometimes). After preparation, the departed's body is left outside on a ledge, cliff, or the temple balcony to be scavenged by birds. This is seen as a metaphorical return to Aetherius, while their soul literally returns to it. They do this even in poor weather or deep winter. If it doesn’t thaw and rot/be scavenged until months later, so be it. The length it takes to rot is considered indicative of how long it takes for the spirit to let go and move on (not in a bad way though. It’s interpreted more in the way of the soul or body grieving). It's seen as if they may wish to wait until spring to finally rot if they want to experience one more warm, sunny day.

Food (I mostly wrote this in my notes in the context of the Forgotten Vale and Chantry of Auri-El, but I think it could work elsewhere as well to an extent): Plant-based food is grown in gardens in the spring and summer, and that that is able to be stored is carefully preserved through the fall and winter. Winter foods include some nuts, dried vegetables, and dried and preserved/fermented grains (like wheat, barely). These foods must be eaten slowly throughout the winter to last, and winter diets are more meat based. Summer foods include apples, cabbage/lettuce, leeks, tomatoes etc. Snowberries can be found in the wild out of season of most other fruits, and provide fruit in very early spring. Occasionally, fungus from caves is harvested, but this is seen as a delicacy (foreshadowing).

Ok, that's it for now. I gotta go to bed. Thanks for the ask!!!! :D

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a/n: all aboard the h0rny choo choo train

Pairing: Professor John Price x fem!reader x Mr Simon Riley

contain smut(18+), minors bACK OFF, AGELESS & UNTITLED ACCOUNTS WILL BE BLOCKED!!

Notes:

✎…Banner taken from Pinterest ✎…Reader's texts are in purple ✎…Want to be added into a tag list? click here ✎…Part 1 is introduction, just me setting the scene for our reader and displaying the vibes from Price and Riley in this AU ✎…Part 2 (you're here!) is smut :) ✎…Chocolate is just my thoughts, process, notes, recommendations and future planning for the series, I welcome discussions over there if you're interested :D

Tags: ungodly amount of praises(self indulgent fr), power dynamic(dom!Price), sub!fem reader, sub!Simon(*winks* -whimpering and stuff yk), oral(f!receiving - Price giving), p in v sex(Simon fucking ya), very small dash/hint of exhibitionism, implication of Price x Ghost (they kissed and Price dom both u and Ghost), aftercare - let me know if I missed anything else

➵ Part 1 | ➵ Part 2

ogeh for those who didn't read part 1, in short you're now in Price's office with Simon and the spicy is about to happen after you consent wheeze-

Yes…yes please…

You managed to speak as their faces leaned closer, staring at your lips as they fought to kiss you, foreheads brushing each other harshly as Prof. Price let out a frustrated sigh.

Let her choose then.

Once again, they stare back at you, Prof. Price giving you a smirk as he traced his hand around your neck while Mr. Riley tilted your chin, giving you a desperate stare as you gulped. You let out a soft chuckle as you darted your eyes between them.

Will this affect my grades?

That made them stop dead in their tracks, before Prof Price laughed hard. You felt the rumble and vibration of his chest on your back as Mr. Riley scoffs. 

Only one way to find out.

You blushed slightly as you contemplated, your eyes flicking over to Prof Price’s lips and then to Riley’s, but ultimately you reached out your hands and leaned forward towards him.

M-Mr. Riley sir...

Call me Simon, love.

A smug look is evident on his face as Prof Price only hums and lets go of you. Simon held your hands and brushed your wrists slightly as he stared into your eyes before closing in the distance, ghosting his lips slightly on yours as he asked once again.

Are you sure you want this?

You nodded again before a few taps on your neck reminded you.

Yes….Simon….

With the way his name rolled off your tongue, he let out another breath as he finally connected his lips to you. It was soft and sweet, slow and gentle, as if he were testing the water, one eye opening to see you in the midst of the kiss to observe you. You were in complete bliss, with your eyes closed as you melted under him, memorising every feeling and taste of his hot lips on yours. As you pulled apart slightly, he only gave you half a second to breathe before he latched onto you again; this time the kiss was much more aggressive and desperate.

God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.

He breathes between kisses, hands holding onto your cheek as you moan softly, feeling ticklish when Prof Price also indulges himself on you, trailing wet kisses around your neck while he holds onto your waist, trailing downwards slowly before giving your thigh a squeeze through your skirt.

P-professor…?

Let me feel you, sweetheart, can I?

He rasped against your ears as you gave a nod, muttering a small “yes” to which Prof Price immediately turned you to face him, so now your back is leaning against Simon. You watched with anticipation as Prof Price let his hand roam around your thighs through the fabric, teasingly squeezing sometimes, before he grabbed the end of your skirt, pushing it upwards to your hips until your legs were in full display.

Christ, so this is what you’ve been hiding from us...

He licked his lips before holding your ankle, putting featherlight kisses from there as he trailed up towards your hips, deliberately not giving your inner thighs the attention as he hummed. You let out a shaky exhale as he stopped just shy of where your underwear is, which is still hidden under your skirt.

Be a good girl, and show us, would you?

Simon whispered into your ears, hands moving down from your hips down to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart and holding them up with his rough hands. You were beyond flushed at this rate as you realised how wet you were, an obvious damp forming in your high-rise brief that was baby blue with floral patterns of white camellia and tiny roses. You could hear Simon let out a small chuckle as he looked down.

Cute.

Prof Price tuts as he runs his hands along the lace at the waist opening, tugging it slightly and watching it snap, making your skin jolt slightly as you let out a quiet whine.

Professor…please…

Please, what hm?

You bit your lips as you turned away, burying your neck in Simon’s chest while your hands were twisting on his shirt. Simon kissed your head, his voice deep and low, as he urged you again by squeezing your thighs.

You've got to tell him what you want, that’s what good girls do yes?...

You take in another sharp inhale before finally muttering as you flutter your eyelashes and glance at Prof Price with doe eyes.

Can you touch me more? D-down there… please sir?

Attagirl…

He gives you a kiss on your forehead before finally tracing his finger around your brief and pressing his thumb on your aching clit, giving you the attention you desperately needed. He starts trailing a circle around it before using his fingers and swiping along your folds with an up and down motion, hissing at how incredibly wet you are.

Shit… all this for me? Mmm fuck…

You swallowed your moans, cranking your neck deeper into Simon’s chest and arching your back slightly every time his knuckles barely touched your clit. Prof Price seized this opportunity by kissing your exposed neck and gently nibbling it, careful not to leave any marks as he groans.

You needed more.

You grab his arm, fingers digging slightly into his biceps as you stare back at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind already foggy when they barely did anything.

Prof Price seemed to get your wordless pleas and smirk against your neck, giving it one more bite on your neck before he retracted his fingers as well. You looked back at him with a confused expression, watching as he gave Simon a look before kneeling before you as he rested his hands on your inner thigh.

Almost like on cue, Simon then takes off your brief, stuffing it into his pocket as he leans back, pulling you with him as he wraps his arm around your waist, expertly pulling the skirt and tossing it away. You gulped hard as you took in the situation, shaky hands covering your mouth as you stared down nervously.

You felt Prof Price’s hot breath against your now soaking sex; you heard him mumble something before he kissed your clit, then slowly on your entire folds, groaning against it and sending electric waves of pleasure straight to your spine. He licks up a stripe of your slit, making you whimper as you let out a muffled moan.

Want to hear you, pretty girl.

The vibration of his voice on your core makes you dizzy. You comply as you let go of your hand, unsure where to place it before deciding to rest it on Prof Price’s hair.

That’s it...use whatever you can grab and hang on to it.

He whispers before sucking your clit, another moan escapes as you try to close your legs, but Prof Price’s hands were firm, pressing and pinning your leg as he continued lapping at your pussy, taking in every sweet juice that was leaking out of your hole. You mewled, hands gripping onto his hair, legs already trembling as you felt the familiar coiling feeling around your tummy. As you slowly let more noises out, choking out a sob moan when you felt Prof Price’s tongue drawing letters on your bundle of nerves, you felt a pair of hands sneaking under your white button shirt, slowly raising up until it rested on your bra, fingers clasping around it with ease as Simon whispered into your ears.

Feels good, hm?

You let out a whine as he pulled down your bra, rosy pink nipples so hard that they were poking out from your shirt. He gave a low curse as he groped around your meaty flesh, trailing circles around your nipples as he kissed your ears, pinching them and smirking as he was satisfied that he had pulled a few high-pitched moans from you with that action. 

With the combination of Professor Price’s brutal pace of eating you out like it was his last meal and Simon’s teasing touches on your breast, you were quick to turn into a whiny, moaning mess. Pleas and names fall from your mouth as your body shutters from the pleasure you were receiving.

f-fuck…mmm…please please please-

Fuckk… taste so good love, god if I would’ve known-

Good girl, shhhhh shh shh....doing so well for us, hmmm?

Simon hushed and swallowed every sound you made when you got a bit too loud by kissing you deep, groaning, and letting out a small "mmhmm" himself as Prof Price thrust his tongue into your drenched pussy. He could feel you twitching as he dived deeper into you, his nose nudging your sensitive clit in the best way as he angled himself.

F-fuck…mmm s-sir!! No wait- haaaah - mmmm gonna cum-

Come for me darling, come on my tongue...I know you can do it

P-Price!!

With a silent yell and head thrown back, you arch your back as you come into his mouth, his deep groan sending your head spiralling as he remains still, lapping away the remaining juices until you push yourself away, whimpering when the oversensitivity starts to hurt.

Goddamn, you taste so fucking good, sweet girl.

He whispered as he stood up; you watched as your spend was covering his beard, glistening under the light; he licked on his lip as he gave you a devilish smirk; then leaning in as you felt you get pushed up, then you hear another groan and a soft moan.

Simon was kissing Price, licking around his lips and panting as he tried to take up all the juices. The scene made you blush at how hot that looked. Simon pulled away as a string of saliva connects between his and Price’s lips, staring back at you as he wiped it away with the back of his palm. 

He removed his shirt and trousers, revealing his toned body adorned with an intricate tattoo that covers his sleeves. You gasped slightly as you ran your fingers over them before getting lifted up by Price as he once again pulled you in to lean on his back.

You watch as Simon now stands before you, essentially getting caged in the middle between them as he kisses you. You can almost taste your own through his lips as the heated make-out continues. He pulled away, grinding himself on your thigh as you let out a moan, feeling just how hard and how big he was. You gave a gulp as you looked down and saw the obvious tent in his boxers, which…had skull patterns.

A small breath left your chest in a wheeze as Simon frowned slightly, biting your neck as he whispered huskily.

What’s so funny, hm?

You giggled slightly before whispering back as you tugged his boxers slightly.

Nothing.

He hums back a reply and watches as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit, until his cock sprung free from the confines. You let out a gasp when you realised just how thick and veiny he is, and god you can already tell you’re gonna feel him for days. 

Oh…

You mumble with a blushing face as you slide your hand and circle the tip with your thumb. Simon groans as he leans forward with both arms resting on the table beside Price, his head digging into your neck as he kisses sloppily.

You can take him, can you?

You bite your lips as you stroke Simon further, anxiously nodding as Price nibbles on your ears, then he lifts one of your legs up with his hand as Simon lines himself up to your entrance. Anticipation pooling in your eyes as you hold your breath, feeling the tip of his cock slip up and down your folds, collecting the juices you had and mixing them with his precum. With a whispered warning, Simon then pushes the tip in as both of you groan in unison.

You grabbed onto his shoulder as he slowly eased in his length, shushing and cooing you the entire process before finally nestling deep inside of you. You felt him twitch as he let out a shaky exhale.

Fuck you’re so goddamn tight….shhhh shh I know I know, doing so well for me sweet girl…a-ah fuck…this pussy…

You whimpered and sobbed slightly when his hard cock bumped your cervix, claws digging into his back as pain and pleasure mixed together. He laid still for a few moments before breathless whisper into your ears. 

Can I move now…please? God you feel so good…

As you moan in reply and move your hips, he takes that as a yes as he slowly pulls out before completely plunging back into you in one motion. Your grip on him gets tighter as you dig your nails into his back, the action only spurring him further as he picks up his pace, biting down on your neck as he leaves the first of many purple spots on your soft skin.

F-fuck…s-so big… God, you feel so good. Si….hah-p-please…

Your pleas and moans got much louder, which was immediately handled as Price covered your mouth, his fingers digging into your thighs with a harsher force as he shushed you.

Shh shh…yeah feels good on his dick isnt it? But you need to be quiet darling…hush now…anyone can walk in on us…

That made your insides clench, and Simon groaned with a hiss as your gummy wall contracted around him, practically milking him at this rate. The fact that you could be caught at any moment, the risk of it all turned you on.

You nearly wailed when Simon hit you just right on the soft, spongy spot of yours. You felt him smiling against your neck as he readjusted himself, getting closer to you as he continued to strike at your weakest, most sensitive spot. You felt your orgasm quickly arriving as tears pricked at the edge of your eyes.

Mmmm-mmclose-!

You whimpered in a muffled tone as Price kissed the nape of your neck and Simon began to thrust faster.

Fuck….thats it…come on, this cock...be a good girl and come for me-

You were about to have the best orgasm of your life before a knock on the door made everything stop. It was as if time was frozen as you held your breath, horror and panic seeping into your eyes as you trembled. You could even feel Simon’s change in demeanour as he bit his lips.

Professor? This is Dr Gaz, ye free mate?

You glanced back up at Price with glossy eyes as you shook your head. Who knew what he said earlier was actually going to happen? And speaking of what he said, were the doors even locked?

However, it seems Price was unbothered, only giving you a calm look, but something about his eyes made you rethink that. You were right in your guts as Price slightly pushed you forward, making you jolt as it meant pushing yourself further into Simon’s dick, and that made Simon fucking whimpers as he choked on his breath. Price tsked softly as he yanked Simon’s hair, forcing him to look at him.

Quiet, you don’t want to get caught again, do you?

Simon hissed before nodding slightly, a frown and desperate look evident on his face.

Good boy.

You swear that you felt his already hard cock grow, stretching you out further as you bite on your lips, drawing blood at this rate as you try to hide your sounds, but it is incredibly difficult, especially when you are seconds away from achieving your high.

Price? Huh, it looks like he’s out.

You waited with shaky breaths, hearing until the sound of footsteps faded out, before relaxing again, sighing in relief, then hitching your breath again when Simon started moving suddenly at a relentless pace.

W-wait!! waitwaitwait-aH!

You slurred your words as Simon pounded you, feeling his ragged breathing and whines as he himself chased his high.

Fuckkk im not gonna last… shit-

S-Simon!!

You choked out as you clung onto him, your walls spasming around him as you felt his hips stuttering as he dug himself impossibly deep inside you.

Where do you want it, pretty girl?

Price rasped into your eyes as your mind grew hazy, pressing his hand onto your tummy, which made you almost scream out as you tried to answer back, drooling slightly as you barely got the words out.

o-outside… aHhh shit- mmmm g-gonna c-comeee!

G-good girl….hngn…go on... I want to feel you come. Come for me, my good girl-

You succumbed to the overwhelming feeling as you arched your back and threw your head backwards, clenching around Simon’s cock like a vice as he lay still, moaning into your ears as he waited till you came down from your high. He hissed as he took out his drenched dick, furiously pumping it as you slumped onto Price.

S-Simon…

You urged him on as you shakily caressed his neck; he rested his forehead on yours as he finally came, uttering strings of "yes" and your name as he let out ropes of white onto your tummy.

Good job, you did so well for us...such a good, good girl...and you did well too Simon...

Price purred as he gave Simon’s hair a ruffle before kissing your head as well. You breathed out with a satisfying smile as you picked up some of Simon’s spend and watched it trail around your finger, utterly in bliss as Simon watched you lick it and moan around your own digits.

God damn minx...

All three of you took a moment to calm down, basking in the afterglow, before you felt Price holding you up and carrying you to the sofa nearby, carefully placing you down on the soft fabric as he motioned to Simon with a tilt of his head. You heard shuffling sounds; presumably Simon was picking up his and your stuff as Price left, only to return later with a damped hanky as he wiped your tummy and thighs, being attentive as he avoided your sensitive area.

You blushed at the softness of their actions as Simon helped you wear back your skirt. You tried to sit up to leave only to be pushed back down by Price.

Rest for a bit, I’ll drive you back later.

You know where I live?

I don’t, as a matter of fact, but you can tell me later, alright, sweetheart?

You nodded and lay back down as Simon sat down beside you, with Price looming over you as he sat on the couch armrest.

A few silent moments passed before you cleared your throat as you spoke.

So do you guys do this often?...

Simon snapped his head back to you with widened eyes as you smiled, gesturing to yourself as you laughed.

Fucking your students, I mean...

No. We’ll admit, you’re the first.

Price said confidently as he poked your forehead, shaking his head in disapproval before he thought for a moment, locking his eyes with Simon, seeing his neck burning up as he turned away.

But we do have fun with each other sometimes.

John.

Oh, come on, it’s obvious now, isn’t it?

You hummed back as you stared at Simon, then back at Price, giggling slightly when Price flashed you a grin as Simon's face grew redder by the second.

Is that true, Simon?

He doesn’t answer you, only grunting as he glares at you from the corner of his eyes. You gave a laugh as you patted his back gently, grinning as you took in his bashful look, one that you wished to commit to your memory forever.

You wonder how the next encounter with them will be like as you let the situation sink in. Oh my god, you were quite literally fucked by your lecturers.

Next time, we should probably do this somewhere else. We can’t have others bother us again.

Simon nods at that as he rests his head on the couch beside you. 

wait….there’s a next time???

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a/n: okay look, Idk if anyone knows what im talking about when I was describing the undies, its these ones from Uniqlo- they're literally the most comfy undies ever and the lace doesn't itch at all XD I swear they're cute, anyways- come say hi in chocolate if you want to hear more of my thoughts with the fic

comments and reblogs are always appreciated :D

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[a-bit-too-silly]

Something soft

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Small note: I've had writers block for ages so this probably isn't the best, just a little idea I had and wanted to try writing down!

Johnny came out of the shower, pulling on a basic t-shirt and some soft flannel pants, cinching them around his hips and tying them off. Yawning into his fist as he made his way out to the living room where he'd been watching some TV with Ghost.

Ghost was still sitting on the couch, he'd showered before Soap had, all ready for bed spare for the usual balaclava covering him. As Soap came over to sit back down Ghost cuddled closer to him, a little out of character but Johnny didn't mind one bit.

They stayed quiet as the show continued, while neither of them were fans of gore or violence or just.. general spooky stuff, the show did have some. Most do. Ghost never really seemed impacted by it, but right now he was hiding his face in Johnny's arm and making small whines whenever there was a loud or sudden noise. Johnny paused the TV.

"you alright, Lt.?" He asked, trying to nudge Ghost's face up so he could see it better, the hard plastic digging into his upper arm as Ghost pulled closer. "I'll take that as a no."

Johnny shut off the show completely, not sure if Simon was overstimulated or if it was just the show being a bit too much. Then it clicks. He's regressed. No wonder the show was suddenly not okay, it's definitely not something a little one like him should be seeing. "Oh, bud.." he mumbled, shifting slightly to take Simon into both of his arms and get him seated nicely in his lap. "I'm sorry. I should've noticed, leannan. [sweetheart]"

Simon relaxed slightly as the show was shut off, untucking his face from Johnny's arm a little, nuzzling his cheek against it. "Can I take off the mask, wee one?" He asked softly, tracing the tip of his finger under Simon's mask, once he got a small nod he lifted it off. It's a sight he'll never grow tired of seeing.

Simon's gingery blonde hair in his usual buzzed short style, the dusty pink scars running along his skin from years of service, the faint blush that would settle on his cheeks when he was tired or regressed.. all of it was beautiful. His baby.

"Do ye wanna watch a different show?" He asked, gently bouncing Simon in his lap. Simon shook his head, tugging at Johnny's shirt a little. "Just wanna stay like this, eh? Maybe get you a bottle?"

Simon babbled a little, hiding his face in Johnny's shoulder. "Aww.. is my baby feeling shy? I can get ye a bottle, somethin nice and warm in yer tummy for falling asleep, yeah?" He said with a small chuckle, Simon nodded a little.

Johnny picked him up, carrying him for the short walk from the couch to the kitchen and sat him down on the countertop as he warmed up a small pot of milk. He mixed in a little honey and some vanilla, letting Simon watch how it swirled and bubbled in the pot before mixing it all together and transferring it to a bottle. He allowed it to cool for a moment before scooping Ghost back up in his arms and carrying him back to the couch, letting him curl up against him.

Johnny pet Simons hair before gently nudging the nipple of the bottle into his mouth, which Simon promptly latched onto, letting out a small sigh. "Such a good baby... mo leanabh beag [my little baby].." he soothed, Simon made a small coo and his hands found Johnny's shirt again, gripping onto it as he suckled sleepily. Slowly drifting off as the warmth of Johnny's chest and the milk in his tummy warmed him all the way through, a nice cozy feeling.

In the seconds before he fully fell asleep, he felt Johnny's lips plant a small kiss to his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Simon." He said softly, soon to follow after him in sleep.