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Izzyguana AU part 5! (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Aerial shot of the hill where Izzy's grave is marked, a hill sweeping steeply downward behind it toward a small bay where the ocean laps hungrily at the shore. It is dark and raining hard in thin diagonal strikes. 1b. Close up of Izzy's grave marker from below as it is pelted by rain. Behind, thick clouds roll past, rumbling with distant thunder. 1c. Repeat. A loud clap of thunder hits just as a flash of lightning cracks across the sky, illuminating a gloved hand that suddenly punches, palm up, out of the dirt.

2a. series of POV panels on a dark background, showing the ramshackle porch of Stede and Ed's home. The wooden slat door is closed, but there is a gap in the wood above the doorknob where golden light is shining through, juxtaposing the cold blues and purples of the storm outside. There is a shuffling sound of uneven footsteps. 2b. Repeat, closer to the door now, the panel tilted as if the POV is tipping back and forth as it climbs the stairs. The footsteps are louder. 2c. Repeat, closer, now past the stairs, footsteps louder still. 2d. Repeat. Closer. A final thump. The shadow of a head and shoulders falls across the door. 2e. Repeat. The door creaks open, letting out a burst of warm light. 2f. Repeat. The door opens fully, blinding the panel with light.

3a. Inside the house, lit up in warm candlelight, there is a ramshackle wooden table holding a pair of oranges, a bottle of rum, and a pair of silver coins on the close end. On the far end, a lumpy, unfrosted cake on a plate with a single lit candle in the center. At the head of the table in front of the cake sits the iguana in a handmade high chair, a party hat of wrapped palm leaves strapped to its head. Stede and Ed are standing at the table on either side of it with matching party hats. All three look towards the viewer as the door is opened. Ed, wearing a purple tee and green lavalava, has a cup in his right hand and his left hand is frozen mid-cheer. He stares at the newcomer with his jaw dropped and eyes wide with shock. Stede, wearing his teal blouse and brown leather pants, is similarly frozen, leaning into the table on his left hand and holding up a cup in his right as he stares toward the door. A handmade banner stretched behind them reads 'Happy Rebirthday Izzy'. 3b. Reverse shot, chest up of the real human Izzy standing at the door, arm extended to hold it open. He is covered in mud and soaked by the rain, hair falling down into his eyes, and is wearing the cream shirt he died in, now made loose and transparent by the rain but still bearing a faint bloodstain on the chest. Izzy stares forward at the scene in abject horror and confusion, lip curled back from his teeth. 3c. Repeat of 3a, this time with human Izzy and the head of the table. Another candle has been added to the cake, the banner has been changed to read 'Happy Rebirthday Izzys', and a third orange has appeared on the table. The iguana side-eyes Izzy, hissing suspiciously. Stede has resumed his cheer, raising his cup with his right hand and reaching around the iguana's chair to place his left on human Izzy's shoulder. Ed is laughing happily, leaning his forehead into human Izzy's temple and cupping his head with his left hand. Izzy sits frozen and frowning in shock and bewilderment, eye twitching, Ed's party hat now on his head. Izzy thinks to himself, "...Is it too late to crawl back into my grave?" /end ID

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That did Nott go to plan

"Is it that, or is it because you're in love with me?"

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I may have gotten a bit carried away...I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya <3

Theodore Nott x FEM! Reader 18+ Basically just smut, Unprotected P in V (Wrap it before you tap it) Subby-Theo, Simi public sex, degradation, overstimulation I think, Handys Theo, fluff at the end

There were five times where Tutoring Theodor Nott did not go to plan.

Session number 1.

Theo's dorm room was a mess of beer bottles, discarded clothing, and the faint scent of marijuana. Y/n didn't belong here, but somehow she found herself on Theo's bed, his head buried between her legs, his tongue lapping at her wetness with a fervor that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her fingers tangled in his unkempt hair as she arched her back, letting out a moan that was quickly swallowed by the chaos of the room. It was a reckless, animalistic act, one that she never would have thought herself capable of doing. But then again, she'd never been this close to Theo before.

His hands gripped her hips, urging her closer, as his tongue danced against her clit, driving her wild. She felt a shudder run through her body, and with a cry that was more primal than anything else, she came, her inner walls clenching tightly around Theo's tongue.

He looked up at her, his green eyes blazing with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough from exertion. "You taste so good." His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She arched into the touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Y/n was still trying to catch her breath when Theo sat up, pulling her with him. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. She could taste herself on him, and the thought only served to ignite a new wave of desire within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his hardness, wanting him inside her.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered, his hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She helped him, shaking with anticipation as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders and revealed her bra. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, tracing a line down her sternum and toward her nipple.

When he finally freed her breast from its confines, he took it into his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive bud. Y/n cried out, arching her back as pleasure coursed through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on, needing more. More of this unexpected, intoxicating connection with Theo. She knew it was wrong, that they should be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. The feeling of being wanted, of being desired, was too overwhelming to resist.

As if sensing her need, he slipped a hand down between them, parting her folds with his fingers and searching for her entrance. She was already so wet, so ready for him. And when he finally found her, he thrust his fingers inside her, filling her up in a way that both hurt and felt so, so good. She cried out, her body tensing as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

Theo groaned, his hips bucking against her. "God, you feel so good," he muttered, his voice strained with desire. He withdrew his fingers, only to position his erection at her entrance, pushing slowly but steadily inside her. She bit her lip, feeling the stretch of him filling her up. He was so much bigger than she'd expected, and it hurt a little, but it was a good hurt. A hurt that made her feel wanted, desired.

As he continued to thrust into her, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, meeting his movements with her own. Theo's eyes were locked on hers, his expression a mixture of lust and hunger that took her breath away. His skin was flushed, his muscles tense as he powered into her, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.

She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt herself beginning to lose control. Theo's thrusts grew faster, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension building inside her, feel the familiar tightening in her stomach as her orgasm drew near.

With a groan that was more animal than human, Theo let go, his body tensing as he came inside her. His thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control. Y/n felt the familiar wave of pleasure wash over her, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in a series of shudders and tremors that left her spent and satiated.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she held onto him as they both rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. When the last tremor finally subsided, Theo collapsed onto her, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. His breath came more easily now, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to look down at her, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Well," he said, his voice still hoarse from exertion, "that was unexpected." He ran a hand through his messy hair, and gave a wicked grin.

-

A few weeks have passed and Theo had found himself less interested in all the other girls at hogwarsts and more into you. He couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked when he touched you, the way you tasted on his tongue. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. He had to have you again.

One day, as he was walking to class, he caught a glimpse of you across the great hall. Your hair was pulled back into a messy bun, your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, and a soft blush tinting your cheeks. Something about the way you moved, the way you held yourself, made his heart race. He'd sorta made a hobbie of watching you, not being able to man up and talk to you himself. You were the only thing he could think about, and it was driving him crazy.

He'd tried to talk to you a few times, but every time he got close, his nerves would get the better of him and he'd freeze up. He wanted to be able to tell you how he felt, how much he cared about you, but he just couldn't find the words. It felt like the world was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe, let alone string a coherent sentence together.

So instead, he resigned himself to watching you from afar, enjoying the small moments when you'd glance in his direction or smile at something one of your friends said. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep him going. And when you walked past him in the hallway, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you, he knew he had to do something. He had to make a move.

He'd been thinking about it for days, trying to come up with the perfect plan, and finally, he decided on something bold. He'd invited you to the Yule Ball, hoping that maybe this would be the opportunity he needed to finally tell you how he felt. As the evening wore on and the music played, he found himself growing more and more nervous. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, and his palms were sweaty as he waited for the perfect moment to approach you.

When he finally worked up the courage, he made his way over to where you were standing near the edge of the dance floor, sipping punch from a plastic cup. Your dress was stunning, a deep red that brought out the warmth in your skin, and your hair was pulled up in a elegant updo that showed off your neck. He couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked, and for a moment, all his nerves melted away.

Taking a deep breath, he walked up beside you and offered you a smile. "Hey, Theo," you said, looking up at him with those big, green eyes. He could feel his heart skip a beat. "I thought you might like to dance," he managed to say, his voice coming out a little rougher than he'd intended. You smiled back at him, and before he could second-guess himself, you took his hand and let him lead you out onto the dance floor.

As they moved together to the music, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He was finally doing it, finally telling you how he felt. And even though he knew it was wrong, that it could cause a lot of trouble for both of them, he couldn't help but feel like it was worth it. Because being with you, even for just this one dance, felt more right than anything else in the world.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face, and he could tell that you felt it too. The connection between them was palpable, electric. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with you, truly be with you, outside of this moment. He wished he could freeze time, just so they could stay like this forever.

The music came to an end, and they stood there on the dance floor, still holding each other close. He couldn't bring himself to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of your body pressed against his. You looked up at him, your lips parted, as if you were about to say something, but in the end, you didn't need to. He could see it in your eyes, hear it in your silence, that you felt it too.

Finally, reluctantly, he released you, stepping back and taking a deep breath. You both smiled shyly at each other before turning away, pretending to look for your friends or sip your punch. But neither of you moved, and neither of you looked away for long. The air between you was still charged, still thick with the unspoken words and the feelings that neither of you quite knew how to express.

As the night wore on, they found themselves stealing glances at each other whenever they could, trying to gauge the other's reaction, to see if what they thought they saw was real. And with each passing moment, the desire to be together, to explore this strange and wonderful connection, grew stronger. It was like a current, pulling them together despite all the forces that tried to keep them apart.

Finally, as the last notes of the final dance echoed through the great hall, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his once more. There was a question in your gaze, a hope that he couldn't ignore. And without another word, he took your hand, knowing that whatever happened next, he couldn't bring himself to care. Because being with you, even for just this one night, had already changed everything.

And then the clock fucking strikes midnight.

-

Session number 2.

Y/n has once again found her self in an empty classroom with a pussy drunk Theo between her legs eating her out like there's no tomorrow. She can't help but moan and grip his head in pleasure as he expertly works his tongue on her clit, driving her wild. His hands are all over her thighs and ass, urging her to open wider, to give him more access to her sweetness. The sound of his slurred pleas and her moans echo through the room, filling the air with desire and need.

As he continues to feast on her, she feels a surge of wetness between her legs, a sure sign that she's close. She tightens her grip on his head, urging him on, needing him to make her cum. And then, with a sharp cry, she feels the wave of pleasure wash over her, her body tensing and shuddering in ecstasy.

For a moment, they are both still, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. Theo looks up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, and she can see the desire burning in his eyes. He slowly pulls away from her, taking his wet mouth off of her as he stands up. Y/n watches him, panting heavily, as he unzips his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing erection.

With a steady hand, he guides himself to her entrance, positioning his cock at her entrance. She watches as he pushes forward, feeling the head of his dick slowly sink into her. It's been so long since she's felt this full, this connected, this wanted. She wraps her legs around his waist, arching her back as he thrusts deeper inside of her.

Theo's movements are slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feel of her body surrounding him. But as he grows bolder, as the heat between them intensifies, he begins to move faster, harder. His thrusts are deep and powerful, driving into her with a force that she can feel all the way up to her core.

She gasps as he hits her sweet spot, he grins and slowly teases around it. His hand slides down her lower back, over her ass, and back up to her hip. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing growing harsher as he feels the end drawing near. Y/n meets his movements, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arches her back, her body begging for release.

Theo looks down at her, his eyes burning with desire. He's never felt this way before, this need to be inside her, to feel her around him. He's lost count of the times he's come since they've been together, it's becoming a real problem.

She looks up at him, her chest heaving, her lips parted in a breathless moan. He watches as her eyes close, her head falls back against the wall, and she arches her back further. He can feel her tightening around him, the telltale sign that she's close too. With a groan, he thrusts deeper, harder, determined to send them both over the edge together.

His movements become frantic, his body tense with need as he feels his own release barreling down on him. He's never been this close before, this connected to someone. He can feel every inch of her body moving in perfect synchrony with his own, her breath hot against his skin.

With a final, powerful thrust, he cries out her name as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside her. Y/n's body tenses and convulses around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she's engulfed by a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves her breathless.

For a moment, they are both still, their bodies pressed tightly together, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. He pulls out slowly, his softening cock slipping from her wet folds, and collapses beside her on the floor, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

-

This time it's one of the rare sessions where Y/n actually gets to tutor Theo in Herbology and not end up bent over his desk with his cum leaking out of her. Or so she thought.

They spend the afternoon in the greenhouse, surrounded by the lush, verdant life that Theo so desperately craves. He listens intently as she explains the care and cultivation of the various plants, asking questions and making notes in his notebook. Throught the lesson thogh he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her, weather it was playing with the hem of her sleeve to fiddiling with a peace of her hair.

The air is thick with the scent of soil and flowers, and the sunlight streaming through the glass panes casts a warm, golden glow over their work. The lesson was drawing to a close, they take a break to stretch their legs and enjoy the fresh air. They wander along the path that leads to the small pond at the edge of the garden, their hands brushing against each other as they walk. Theo leans in closer, inhaling deeply of her scent, and presses his lips to hers in a kiss.

Session number 3.

Her heart racing, Y/n melts into his embrace, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out the familiar curves and planes. He pushes her up against the rough bark of a tree, trapping her there as he continues to kiss her, his tongue dancing with hers.

She feels the hard length of his cock pressing against her through their clothes, and she moans into his mouth, wanting him inside her now. He pulls back for a moment, his breath ragged as he looks down at her, and then reaches down to undo his pants. Y/n helps him, eagerly pulling his cock free and wrapping her hand around the base.

Theo groans, closing his eyes as she strokes him, the sensation so much better than anything he could have imagined. He presses their bodies together, grinding his hips against her hand, wanting to feel the heat and wetness of her around him.

She feels his growing arousal, the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum onto her palm. She kneels down, pulling his pants and boxers down to his thighs, revealing his erection in all its glory. Theo looks down at her, his eyes dark with desire as she takes him in her mouth, her warm, wet lips enveloping him.

She sucks gently at first, exploring the texture and taste of him, feeling the pulse of his veins beneath her tongue. He lets out a shuddering breath, his hands tangling in her hair, urging her on. She deepens the suction, taking more of him into her mouth, feeling his length stretch her jaw. His hips begin to move, thrusting against her face as he loses control, his moans muffled by the sounds of their surroundings.

Her own need building, she stands up, straddling him and guiding his cock to her wet folds. He helps her, pushing upwards, burying himself inside her. They both groan at the feeling of being connected once more. Theo's hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples as they begin to move together in rhythm.

Their movements become increasingly frantic, their bodies slamming together as they seek release. Theo's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he feels the familiar tension building inside him. He can feel himself getting closer, closer to the edge, and with one final thrust, he comes, his seed spilling deep inside her.

Y/n feels the wave of pleasure wash over her, her body shuddering as she cries out his name. Their bodies become limp, their breathing slow and ragged, as they cling to each other, lost in the afterglow of their passion.

-

Session number 4.

This time though this is the one, there is no way they can get side tracked on this one. Their in a library just studying potions.

Theo and Y/n sit across from each other at a large wooden table, surrounded by rows upon rows of leather-bound books. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air, and the flickering light from the candles casts a warm, inviting glow over their faces. They are intent on their studies, pouring over the pages of the books, taking notes and discussing the intricacies of potions. Theo can't help but steal glances at Y/n as she works, admiring the way her hair falls over her shoulders and the way her lips move as she reads.

Their shared interest in potions makes it easy for them to engage in conversation, and soon they are lost in a lively debate about the merits of various ingredients and brewing techniques. Theo leans in closer, listening intently to her every word, and finds himself agreeing with her more often than not.

But the bastard just can't keep his hands to himself and you found out soon enough when his hand is up your skirt and down your panties.

Theo's hand is warm and rough as it glides up your thigh, his thumb teasing the edge of your panties. You gasp, surprised by the audacity of his move. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You feel so good, Y/n."

You're caught between embarrassment and desire. You know you shouldn't be doing this, in a library no less, but you can't help but want more. You feel a stirring between your legs, a longing for him that you haven't felt in a long time. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of it all, the danger of getting caught. Or maybe it's just Theo.

He pushes your chair back, making you straddle his lap. His other hand cups your breast through your shirt, his thumb rubbing circles around your nipple, the other one playing with your cilt. You arch your back, moaning softly as pleasure spreads through you. His other hand slides down, pushing your panties aside, and finding you wet and ready.

Theo groans, pressing his hips forward, feeling you stretch and accommodate him. His other hand moves up, cupping your face, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "God, Y/n," he whispers, "you're so fucking beautiful." His hips begin to move, in and out, in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. He leans in, capturing your lips with his, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tangling with yours.

As they kiss, you can feel him deep inside you, his movements growing more urgent. Your nails dig into his shoulders, and you gasp against his mouth, your release building. Theo picks up the pace, thrusting harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he feels his own climax approaching. He pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of lust and a hint of something else. "I'm going to come for you," he rasps, and then he does, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself inside you.

-

Session number 5.

Y/n had promised herself that this session would go according to plan, that they would study the full hour. That's what she was thinking untill she found herself doing the exact opposite.

Y/n, looking incredibly sexy in a lacy black bra and matching panties, straddles Theo, who is lying on his back. His cock, already hard as a rock, is trapped in his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric. Y/n's wetness is already dripping down Theo's abdomen, and he can feel how aroused she is. He groans, arching his back in anticipation.

Y/n grins wickedly, leaning down to capture Theo's lips in a kiss. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms before gripping his wrists, pinning them above his head. Theo gasps into her mouth as she continues to kiss him, their tongues tangling together. His cock throbs in his underwear, begging for release.

Finally, she pulls away, breathing heavily, and looks down at Theo. "You're so fucking hot," she whispers, tracing a finger along his jaw. Her touch sends shivers down his spine. She reaches between them, unfastens his boxer briefs, and pulls them down his legs, releasing his hard cock into the open air. Theo's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her warm, wet lips wrap around the head of his cock. He groans, thrusting his hips upward.

"Fuck, Theo," she moans, taking more of him into her mouth. Her hand grips his base, stroking him expertly as she sucks. Theo's hips buck wildly, his moans muffled by the mattress. He's so close, he can feel it. He's never felt this desperate for release before.

Y/n pulls away, panting, and looks down at him. "You're doing so well, baby," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. She leans forward, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him slowly, carefully, until he's almost at the brink. "Just a little longer," she teases, before sucking him deep into her mouth again. Her tongue swirls around the head, driving him wild.

Theo's vision blurs, his mind goes blank. He's lost all sense of time and place. He can feel himself getting closer, but just when he thinks he can't take anymore, she pulls away again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," she breathes, trailing a finger down his chest. "So needy and so desperate." She lowers herself onto him, guiding his cock into her wetness. Theo gasps, arching his back as she begins to ride him, slowly at first, but picking up speed as they both lose control.

Theo's hands find their way to her hips, gripping tightly as he thrusts upwards, meeting her movements. Her breasts bounce against his chest, her nipples hard and aching. He can feel the tension building inside him, the need for release growing more and more intense with each passing second.

"Oh fuck, Theo," she moans, throwing her head back. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she comes, her inner walls clenching around him in an unbearably tight grip. He can feel her orgasm pulsing through her, fueling his own need for release. Before he can cum tho, she pulls way making him whine at the loss of contact.

"You're so turned on that you're reduced to whimpering and begging and pleading for me to fuck you senseless. Tell me how much you want it, baby." She teases, slowly grinding her hips against his cock. Theo's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he arches into her touch.

"I want it," he moans, gripping her hips tightly. "I need it." He groans as she begins to ride him harder, faster. His cock throbs inside her, desperate for release.

Theo's vision blurs, his mind goes blank. He's lost all sense of time and place. He can feel himself getting closer, but just when he thinks he can't take anymore, she pulls away again. "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this," she whispers, tracing a finger along his jaw. Her touch sends shivers down his spine.

She leans forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her hips begin to move again, faster and harder, driving him wild. He can feel his control slipping away as he thrusts up into her, desperate to feel the release coursing through him.

With a hoarse cry, Theo finally gives in to the overwhelming pleasure, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed. Y/n moans, arching her back as she feels him empty himself into her.

"You look so pretty when you're like this, too dumb to even think" she muses, her hands running down his chest.

She leans back, watching him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. As he catches his breath, she slowly eases herself off of him, taking him out of her wetness with a soft pop. His cock twitches, wanting more, but she ignores it, instead straddling him again, this time with her legs on either side of his hips. She leans forward, taking one of his hands in hers and guiding it between their bodies. "Touch yourself," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear. "I want to see how much you want this."

Theo's fingers are hesitant at first, but as she watches him, a heat begins to build inside him. He can feel his cock twitch and throb as he starts to stroke himself, watching as Y/n watches him. She moans softly, her hips moving in time with his touch, her breasts swaying before him.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "You're so sexy when you touch yourself like that. I bet you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" Her fingers trail down his chest, teasing the tip of his nipple, sending shivers through him.

Theo nods, his eyes locked on hers, his hand moving faster now. Y/n leans in closer, their bodies pressed together, her breath hot against his skin. She can feel his desire, his need for her, and it only fuels her own desire to have him. She lets out a soft moan as she watches him stroke himself until he cums again, the sight sending a wave of pleasure through her.

She reaches down, guiding his hand away from his aching cock, and replaces it with her own. Her fingers are gentle as she strokes him, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock. Theo's hips buck up into her touch, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "You're mine," she whispers, her voice low and possessive. "And I'm yours. There's no one else for either of us."

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their skin slick with sweat. Y/n's fingers move faster, her touch more urgent now. She can feel the tension building inside Theo, can feel the way he's trembling with need. She leans in, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

As they kiss, she tightens her grip on him, her thumb circling the head of his cock. "I love how much you want me," she murmurs against his lips. "I love how I can make you feel like this."

With a groan, Theo comes, his body tensing as he releases himself deep inside her. She feels his hot seed spilling onto her hand, and she can't help but moan at the feel of it. She continues to stroke him even as he empties himself, her touch gentle and soothing.

As they catch their breath, Y/n leans back, gazing down at him. His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She trails her fingers down his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before wrapping her hand around his neck. "You are so beautiful when you're like this," she whispers, her thumb brushing over his lips. "I could look at you for hours."

Theo cracks an eye open, looking up at her. "Is it that, or is it because you're in love with me?" he grins, the playful challenge evident in his eyes. Y/n leans down, her lips brushing against his. "Maybe it's a little bit of both," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "But I think…" She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I think you love me because I make you feel things you've never felt before. I make you want things you never thought you wanted. I make you feel alive."

Her words send a shiver down his spine. He watches as she leans back, her eyes never leaving his. There's something so intense about her gaze, so possessive. It makes him feel like she's seen right through him, to the depths of his soul. He reaches up, cupping her face in his hands, wanting to feel her skin against his, wanting to lose himself in her eyes.

"Maybe," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "maybe it's a bit of both…" He trails off, Before pulling her in for a kiss.

Session number five might have been her favorite...

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Dpxdc (sounds like a bad joke) AU: A Cat, an Amazon and an underage Dead kid walk into a bar...

Selina Kyle was on official Catwoman business on the Coast of Greece, though of course she told her currently on (off again on again) boyfriend Bruce that it was just a girls weekend away. A particular jewel came to mind and it needed to be hers, ancient Obsidian carved with symbols of power (and yes, one of the symbols happened to be a cat.)

Selina knew she was getting close to the artifact when Diana Prince showed up. The no-good goody-two-shoes museum curator seemed to have a will of iron, and each time they crossed paths, the tall beauty had some passing remark about Bruce (which was really starting to get under Selina's skin) and the fact that they were just friends. Who does this chick even think she is? Just because she can speak fluent Greek, knows Selina's boyfriend's favorite bedtime story to read his kids, and has an ass that just won't quit doesn't mean she's better than her!

Selina is going to (remind herself frequently that women in competition is just a factor of the misogynistic capitalistic society they live in) do her best to keep under the radar, steal the artifact fast, and then make Bruce propose to her.

But then this weird scrawny kid shows up and asks if she's seen something of his. Selina is on the street, sitting at a table outside the local cafe conveniently located across the street from the auction house holding the artifact, when he approaches. He looks like he could be one of Bruce's kids, made distinct by his very nervous demeanor and shrunken shoulder's attempting to make him look smaller. Briefly, he tells her about a piece of black glass that has a few drawings of his on it, about the size of his palm, and may or may not have some lingering ability to... he doesn't finish his sentence.

Diana was walking across the street to go into the auction house... but to Selina's chagrin, the tall could-be-a-model crosses and approaches them instead. Her eyes are settled on the young man, and he's nervously asking her something in Greek. (How did a kid with a midwestern accent speak fluent greek?) Diana explains that he must have gotten a replica of the item showing in the Auction house somehow, and the kid looks like he's eaten a sour lemon all of a sudden.

A projectile comes hurdling at them a mere moment after the kid's cold breath becomes visible in the hot greek sun- Diana braces the impact for them both, her golden bracers revealed from under her sensible work blouse sleeves.

"Oh! You're Wonder Woman!" The kid gleefully exclaims, which makes Diana and Selina both die a little inside, before adding: "Hey, no worries about this guy, I got 'em. But could you grab that chunk of obsidian for me? It's mine and I'm seriously in hot water for having broken my cro- er- for losing it in the first place. Thanks!"

He suddenly bloomed into white hair and green eyes, a dark suit appearing from nowhere, and flew towards the threat. Wonder Woman didn't spare a single word on Selina and chased after him into combat.

Selina sipped on her coffee and, upon finishing it- casually got up, went to the auction house, and stole the Obsidian. Finders Keepers.

It was the late afternoon when Diana walked into the Bar right behind Selina with the teen at her side. He looked nervous but was eye-ing the bottles on the wall as much as he was trying to look intimidating to her. Diana looked annoyed at best, and not just with Selina.

"I think we should have a little chat, sound good to you Kitten? Princess, did you want to stay to talk too?" Selina's famous cat like grin on full display.

[doc-pickles]

it’s enough to make a girl blush | adam larsson x reader x vince dunn

summary: after an accident, your husband helps vince apologize to you properly

warnings: alcohol mention, smut (oral f/m receiving, handjob, f/m, m/m, f/m/m, praise kink, threesome)

a/n: I actually have no answer for this one but i do blame @loulucifer for brainwashing me. so thanks. anyways enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Swedish Vocab:

Älskling - Darling

Raring - Dear

Skynda - Hurry

Adam’s guilty pleasure is that he loves hosting. A bit standoffish and broody, most wouldn’t assume him to be the hosting type but he takes great pleasure in showing off the home you two share and having his close friends within the four walls. 

Tonight was one of those nights where your husband took pride in hosting some of his teammates, cooking them dinner, and showing off the newly remodeled living room. The night had wound down to just a few stragglers sharing drinks in your living room, the room peaceful and enjoyable. 

“Älskling, will you grab some more wine,” Adam whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Promise everyone will leave soon so I can take care of you.”

You respond with a nod and a kiss on Adam’s cheek, his fingers squeezing your ass just enough to tease what he’d do later. He’d slowly been teasing you all night, another thing he loved to do while hosting. 

Quickly, you refill your glass of Merlot before turning to bring the bottle out to the living room but instead run straight into a solid body. Red wine drips down your light blue blouse as you let out a shocked yelp. Thankfully you manage to keep both the bottle and the glass in your hands as the person in front of you mutters apologies. 

“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Vince Dunn, Adam’s linemate, looks at you with absolute horror. He scrambles, grabs the roll of paper towels on the counter, and kneels to wipe up the liquid on the floor. “I wasn’t looking and fuck I’m so sorry.”

“Vince, it’s no big deal,” you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you with wide green eyes. “I’m just going to run upstairs and hop in the shower. Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Älskling? Everything okay?” Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen and looks between you and Vince who’s still kneeling on the floor. 

“All good. I’m going to wash off the wine,” you slip past Vince and press a kiss to Adam’s cheek before whispering to him with a smile. “Skynda, raring.”

You make your way upstairs and strip before stepping into the warm spray of the shower. The one thing you’d insisted on when you and Adam had looked for a house was a large bathroom with a shower and soaking bathtub. The shower boasted two shower heads, a sleek black tile backdrop, and a huge glass door. As you close the door, the warm spray of the shower washes over you and you gladly sigh in relief as your body relaxes. 

Not even fifteen minutes later the bathroom door creaks open and you smirk to yourself before calling out to your husband, “I’ve been waiting for you, raring. Thinking about this moment all night long.” 

“Älskling, Vince wants to apologize to you.”

You whip around and find Vince standing in front of the shower entrance, looking anywhere but at you. Adam stands behind him, a smirk on his face as his eyes stay locked on the younger man and his flushed cheeks. 

“He’s shaking like a leaf Adam,” you tut as you look over Vince. “It was just an accident, no need to be so harsh.”

“S-sorry about the wine,” Vince looks up from the floor and meets your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay Vince,” you assure him with a smile. He seems to calm down but as you meet Adam’s fiery gaze over Vince’s shoulder you know that trouble is brewing. “Raring-“

“Vince needs to learn a lesson, älskling,” Adam's voice is commanding as he lays a hand on Vince’s shoulder. “Strip.”

“But I-“

“Strip, Vince,” Adam commands. “So you can properly apologize.”

To his credit, Vince only pauses for a moment before he strips off his dark polo and shoes. His hands shake a little as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s all lean muscle and long limbs, a stark contrast compared to Adam’s thick arms and legs and toned torso. 

“All the way,” Adam mutters once Vince is down to his boxers. “C’mon Vince.”

Finally fully naked, Vince looks younger than he is as he stares at you, uncertainty clouding his features as he meets your eyes through the glass of the shower door. 

“Go on,” Adam pulls the door open and pushes Vince under the warm spray. “Kneel and apologize properly to my wife.”

You take a step towards Vince, your hands gently, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his knees before you. His eyes flick to yours, wide and unsure through the green haze of his irises. 

“You’ve gone down on a woman before, haven’t you Vince?” you ask with a smirk on your face as his cheeks flush. Even with the dark blush marring his cheeks Vince nods and you smile at him, running a hand quickly through his curls. “Good. Then you can make up for ruining my favorite blouse.”

Vince hesitates slightly before one hand curls around your leg to bring your body closer to his. His fingers drift up your thigh and slowly run through your folds, his tongue following their path. You let out a gasp as he slowly drives one finger into your wet folds and his tongue teases your clit.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you let one hand drift back to Vince’s now wet curls. “So good… Just like that Vince.”

You watch Adam observe the two of you, his erection straining in his dark slacks. His eyes meet yours just as Vince’s tongue delves into you and elicits a deep moan from you. You maintain eye contact with Adam as Vince continues to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers teasing your clit as he moves.

“Vince. So good baby,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. So good for me, aren’t you?”

Vince nods and sucks your clit into his mouth just as Adam steps under the spray, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts as he pulls you into his chest. 

“He’s so good with his tongue, raring,” you gasp as Vince circles your clit again, your head falling back onto Adam’s shoulder. “So- fuck. So good. Want you to feel him, Adam.” 

Adams' erection presses into your back as he holds you close. In the same moment, Vince plunges two fingers into you and your orgasm claims you, your mouth agape as you tremble with pleasure. Adam holds you up as Vince continues to tongue you through your climax. 

When you come back down from your high Adam is kissing your neck, Vince’s lips pressed to your thigh. Adam is rutting against your ass but you push him off and motion to Vince who’s still kneeling at your feet, “Vince will take care of you, raring.” 

You smile as you run a hand down Vince's cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he looks back up to you. His bright eyes are no longer clouded with uncertainty but with lust now, “Won’t you, sweet boy? Take care of Adam like you took care of me? Use your tongue so well for him?”

Vince nods before he looks with uncertainty toward Adam, “I mean… If Adam wants.. Then I-“

Adam cuts Vince off by leaning down to cover his mouth with his own. The kiss doesn’t last long before Adam breaks them apart and nods at you, “You take care of our guest, älslking?”

You simply grin as Vince greedily takes Adam into his mouth, a string of Swedish curses falling from Adam at the motion. You kneel behind Vince, pressing your lips to his neck as you trail your hand down his chest towards his dripping cock. 

“Such a mess for me, baby,” you purr in Vince’s ear, eliciting a moan from him as you ignore his dick and slowly move down to cup his balls. “You want me to touch you while you suck off my husband? Can you taste us both on your tongue?”

“Raring,” Adam warns. “If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”

You blink innocently up at Adam as you whisper in Vince’s ear, “Such a good boy, using your tongue so well for me, for Adam. I bet you can’t wait to swallow all of his cum huh? You want him so bad, don’t you?”

With a grunt, Adam grabs Vince’s face and holds him still as he comes down his throat. A strangled cry leaves Vince as his own release spills over onto your hands. Taking everything in with wide eyes you keep one hand slowly stroking Vince while the other gently strokes Adam’s thigh. The feeling of the two of them in your hold has your heart beating in double-time.

“Raring,” Adam whispers, a gentle coaxing. “Raring, time to get up. C’mon my love.”

Your eyes open slowly, taking in the surroundings that are definitely not the floor of your shower. When you finally look around you’re met with Adam’s smirk as he looks down at you, one hand stroking through your hair softly.

“Good dream?” Adam asks and your cheeks immediately flush as you hide your face in your pillow. “Sounded good to me.”

“Adam…,” you groan as you peek up at him.

“It’s okay, raring,” Adam soothes as he grins at you. “But maybe Vince can join us soon, if you’re a good girl.”

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Pure Heroine Series Part Five - A World Alone

Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but now, you're grown up. Nothing stays as it was. | Album Inspired series "Pure Heroine" by Lorde.

Warnings: Mutual Pining, friends to lovers, fluff, some typical trope angst, high school to college, making out, drinking, substance abuse, fighting, implied compulsory heterosexuality.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Pure Heroine Collection |

-&-

You were both trying to convince yourselves that nothing had changed.

That Wanda's attempt to put things right between you had been successful, that the period of fighting had been a common and unfortunate occurrence in your friendship, and that you were back to where you were before, stronger than ever.

Nothing had changed. But everything was different.

The long, complicit looks, the lingering, stolen touches, the conversations about nothing in the early hours of the morning in each other's beds, studying together until you fell asleep, sessions of movies that were getting less and less innocent until you went to sleep with your hearts racing and your skin prickling. 

And a month into it, after a stupid bottle game, when you finally kissed.

The first time, during a stupid bottle game with all your friends watching, was taken as a big joke.

Even though Wanda moaned against your tongue, even though you increased the intensity afterward, even though neither of you thought about anything other than this for the next few days.

You were definitely drunk and it was a joke. It didn't count.

The academic routine returned, and two weeks later, Wanda kissed you in her bed.

The end credits of "Carol" were still playing on the laptop screen when she did it - Intense but shy and uncertain. She pulled back at the same second, ready to apologize, maybe make a joke about having let the film overwhelm her when your hand grabbed her neck and pulled her back.

And the kiss was much hotter and hungrier than before, and Wanda melted on your tongue. She responded with everything she had, clinging to your shoulders and whimpering when you pressed your hips together, pinning her to the bed.

How so many years of friendship went by without doing that, she has no idea. It sounds so silly.

One of your hands wanders inside her blouse, feeling her burning skin, and Wanda gets too carried away. She kicks the laptop to the floor, and the noise wakes you out of your trance.

The moment is over because she has broken the computer that has her final article on it and she has to rush to a repair shop.

It's all casual then, whatever this is.

Natasha laughs when you tell her, wanting to know if there is such a thing as a "no-strings-attached make-out with your best friend". She says it's called dating, and you turn pale.

Wanda doesn't talk about it, but she doesn't dismiss it either. She just waits for you to take the first step, and well, after those months of fighting, you're terrified of doing that, that you've somehow got the kiss wrong and are making things up in your head.

So you don't talk about it, even though it keeps happening.

In the bar after Bruce's birthday. Under the fire escape of Maria Hill's apartment at the end of a party. In Bucky Barnes' room when you visit him with all the guys for the weekend.

They're hot kisses that taste like beer. Easy to find excuses to explain. Easy to pretend were the result of a night of drinking.

They happen and they happen for almost two whole months, until summer arrives and there's no more university routine to escape them.

You head home, and Wanda invites you to eat hot dogs at her favorite place from when you were kids.

She giggles into her cell phone while you're driving and your curiosity is quenched in the next second.

"Natasha's talking shit again." Wanda comments, distracted by her cell phone. You look out of the corner of your eye and know she's texting the redhead. 

"What do you mean?" You ask with a laugh, turning at a green light.

"Just the usual nonsense." Retorts the other casually. "I told her we were going to Billy's for hot dogs and she teased me by saying it sounds like a date."

It's bait. It has to be. The way Wanda is sitting on the seat, stealing glances in your direction through the rearview mirror, longing for a response. 

You don't react at all, in fact, the silence is worse than if you'd told her it was a ridiculous idea.

Wanda swallows her pride and insists; "It's crazy, isn't it?"

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel without looking at her. " Which part?" You retort, and without waiting for an answer, you add: "Nat making fun of us... or us being a couple?"

Wanda can feel her face burning, but she gives a nervous little laugh. "I-I don't know... both?"

You hum, disappointed, and say no more. You turn the corner and arrive at the restaurant's parking lot. You mention getting up, but Wanda fastens your seatbelt again.

"What-"

"It's not crazy." She panted with determination and sincerity. Her eyes sparkle. "I really like you. And it wouldn't be crazy if we dated. It would be great, actually."

You stare for a moment in surprise at the sudden confusion, before sighing with relief. "Took you long enough, Maximoff."

She breaks into a shy giggle, rolling her eyes. "Shut up."

You lean over and kiss her on the mouth. No alcohol excuses now.

It's better than all those before because Wanda knows what this one means. She shivers as it warms up, your hand squeezing her thigh, too close to the inside of her skirt.

When she breaks for breath, you kiss her jaw and pull away.

"I've been in love with you since middle school." You confess affectedly, and her stomach does a complete flip.

She wants to cry, but jokes instead. "And you say I'm the one who took my time."

You chuckle, shaking your head, and look at her with such love that Wanda loses her hunger for food and gains it for something else.

"Let's order takeout." She murmurs before grabbing your shirt to pull your face close again. 

You get the impression that you won't be ordering food at all.

[pillow-anime-talk]

his hot girl.

request: the captains, specifically imayoshi, hyuga and kasamatsu with an s/o who is very confident in her body and wears very hot girl clothes, but doesnt let other people judge her just from her outward appearance alone

# tags: headcanon; current relationships; light romance; mostly fluff; but also drama; school!au or work!au; confident!reader; protective!boys; mention of vomit in shuuzou’s part; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. junpei hyuuga, yukio kasamatsu, shoichi imayoshi, shuuzou nijimura & taisuke otsubo {knb}

— JUNPEI

↘ That day you and Junpei went on a date to your favorite restaurant. After ordering food, you sat down at one of the tables, immediately starting a conversation about plans for the next few days; your boyfriend had a match next friday and you had two projects to do.

↘ The day promised to be calm and the weather was so warm, so pretty.

↘ While having a nice chat with a tall basketball player, you heard whispers on your right. The two women sitting next to you nervously looked at your person and talked about your outfit – tight pants with flared legs that perfectly emphasized your bottom and a blouse with a visible neckline. You loved classic combinations with a hint of extravagance and you always felt great in your body. Plus, it was a date with Junpei – of course you wanted to look sexy and feminine.

↘ You were about to say something as your back straightened and the chest was pushed forward, but your boyfriend was much faster.

↘ “It’s rude to talk about other people, especially in a restaurant. Why don’t you take care of your clothes instead of my girlfriend?” He asked with a disgusted smile, and the two women quickly hid behind the menu card. You giggled, taking your boyfriend’s hand and thanking him.

— YUKIO

↘ It was a summer time, so you had to go to the beach in the company of your closest friends and their significant other. You spent most of your time on the blanket and sunbathing your body, occasionally chatting with the girlfriends of the rest of your boyfriend’s teammates... but still mostly focused on the sun, drinking water, and your boy who having a great time in the sea.

↘ “Y/N, let’s go to the water for a while.” Nakamura’s partner proposed with a big smile, and you just nodded slightly, adjusting the straw hat on your head and also the strings of your red swimsuit. In the meantime, you heard the screams of a woman who telling someone to not look at you.

↘ You looked towards the young woman and the man (probably her boyfriend or husband), then raised an eyebrow. The blonde stranger started telling him to stop staring and you’re not that pretty at all. You... just giggled.

↘ “... Why don’t you start working on your confidence instead of insulting me?” You just said, putting your hand on your hip, and the young woman’s cheeks took on the color of a ripe tomato. “With this attitude, I do not wish you a long relationship. I’m so sorry for you, man.” You said and then you and your friend walked towards the pleasant, warm water.

— SHOICHI

↘ You and Shoichi were invited to his childhood friend’s wedding. You liked the groom and the bride very much, but you felt the eyes of the maid of honour on you, who was looking enviously at your beautiful mid-thigh dress. The bottle green perfectly matched the colors of the room, your hairstyle and make-up, which is why you certainly caught the eyes of many people. In addition, the dress had an exposed back, slight creases on the thighs and silver elements that harmonized with the jewelry you had on your ears, neck and hands that evening. You looked divine.

↘ The bride’s witness, however, had a different opinion on this. From a distance, you could hear her gruff comments about you wanting to take your eyes off Yuri and her white, beautiful dress. Somewhere between the first and second toast, you also managed to hear that you look fat in your outfit and your shoes don’t match to the rest of your accessories. You just smiled at those words.

↘ “... Should I talk to her?” Your boyfriend asked calmly and you just shook your head.

↘ “Don’t worry, honey. I will do it.”

— SHUUZOU

↘ He loves your style very very much and really doesn’t understand how another person (usually a woman) can talk to a strange girl like that.

↘ On that day you were on a trip to the mountains to celebrate your fourth anniversary of your relationship and your first anniversary as a engaged couple. The weather was beautiful and the views was so amazing. You still had less than an hour to drive to your accommodation, but you had to pee and Shuuzou decided to refuel his car. After using the toilet at the gas station, you decided to buy yourself and your boyfriend a small, warm snack. You ordered one hot dog with ketchup and mayo for your partner and a small grilled sandwich with your favorite toppings.

↘ It was hot that day, so shorts and a tank top were the perfect choice. And you could start to tan a little. Unfortunately, after paying for the meal and fuel, and after receiving the food, you heard a very unpleasant comment from one of the gas station customers; his disgusting comment about you looking like a pornstar with a dick in your hand made you immediately wanted to vomit. But your face showed anger and disappointment.

↘ “It’s sad that you have so little self-confidence and manhood that you have to insult others for their appearance. But go on. Maybe someday it will make you feel better.” You replied casually as you left the small building. Luckily, your boyfriend quickly cheered you up with a quick but tender kiss.

— TAISUKE

↘ Summer and warm evenings were the perfect time to go out to the club and party with trusted people. Together with Taisuke, his friends, as well as Takao and Miyaji partners, you chose a club where you could dance, use karaoke equipment, drink something and play bowling. You were in the middle of a little fight between you with your boyfriend and a blonde basketball player with his girlfriend (your bestie).

↘ For today’s outing, you decided to wear leather pants that perfectly emphasized your legs and butt, as well as a white, lace top with gold elements. On your feet you had the most ordinary sneakers and a black bandana on your head. Your outfit was described by Taisuke as ‘very sexy and I want to kiss you now’.

↘ You had a great time while playing and drinking drinks (alcohol or not). Halfway through your game, all the boys went to get more snacks and use the restroom. So you stayed with Junko and Sachiko and engaged in a pleasant conversation about plans for the next weeks of holidays. About the time your boyfriend and his friends left three of you, a group of four men entered the bowling alley. Seeing you and your friends, they immediately started throwing obscene comments at you all.

↘ “... Leather turn me on a lot. You must have worn that outfit to the club on purpose, huh?” The tall, black-haired teenager laughed out loud, and you frowned. You hated pushy men... or rather pushy and stupid boys. However, before you responded to the idiotic comment, your boyfriend and the other four returned to their place, immediately showing their dominance and superiority. The Shuutoku team was definitely more massive and taller than the four strangers, so they instantly fell silent.

↘ You were glad that you could count on the support of your boyfriend and friends.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Joe Velasco (NSFW!): Football  

You feel out of place in the doorway of his apartment, unsure if you should knock or simply turn around and go home. After a long, awful day at the forensics lab, your mood left a lot to be desired. Your mind whirled as you stared blankly at the door to his apartment. A food delivery man heading back to the elevator snapped your attention back. He eyed you strangely and you realized he had already gone down the hall and delivered his food while you had yet to knock. The sudden rise of awkwardness propelled you into motion knocking decisively on the door.  

It took less than a minute for it to open. Joe took up the entire space in the frame in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge after an obligatory glance and the fact that he was probably not wearing anything underneath them flashed through your mind. He leaned out of the door frame raising his eyebrows as he surveyed the delivery guy who had been staring and now was scurrying towards the elevator at the sight of Joe’s effective but harsh cop evaluating once over. His green eyes then trailed over you, catching your still wet and now stained shirt. He opened his mouth but before he could speak you cut him off with a monotone, “The new guy gifted my shirt with his coffee.” His lip quirked and you continued, “It’s not funny tonight.” His expression immediately smoothed but a furrow came to his eyebrows instead. You were acting out of character, usually, you were easy to laugh, especially at yourself.  

The look seared into you forcing explanations to fall from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve had an awful day. I’m tired.” You start backing away not able to meet his eyes as you start to turn “I should have just gone home.” You had barely started to turn when his warm hand grasped your forearm gently but firmly enough to stop you and urge you to turn back to him. 

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay.” His hand cupped your cheek guiding you to look up at him, “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to. You’re allowed to be upset and still come to see me.” You could feel the warmth of his body heat and the smell of his body wash from a recent shower. He was trying to guide you into his apartment. You halfheartedly tried to stop him. 

“Joe, I appreciate it, but I don’t want to ruin your night. I can come by another night.” He smoothed the hair falling out of your bun behind your ear.  

“You are not going to ruin my night. You could never ruin my night. I’m happy your here and I want you to stay.” His green eyes locked you as he stroked your cheek. “But if you really want to go home, I won’t stop you, but I will insist on driving you there.” You sighed as your eyes trailed over his naked torso and sweatpants. You and Joe had been seeing each other for almost four months. There was no label, but you knew that there was no way he would let you just leave. It would only interrupt his night further by forcing him to get changed and leave after he had clearly already settled in for the night. You sigh, shifting uncertainly. “Can I use your shower?” 

The water was hot, but it wasn’t soothing in the way that you hoped it would be. You had stuck to only rinsing off not willing to attempt to wash your hair with the 3 in 1 soap that Joe had. You had heard him come in a while before, but he had left without trying to join you. He had left one of his blue Henely's which you pulled on after drying yourself. You walked out of the bathroom to see the TV in the living room playing a soccer game and an open bottle of beer sitting on the coffee table. You walked into the kitchen to find Joe standing over the sink. Your white blouse soaking in water. You thank him, feeling tears prick your eyes. The kind gesture was much more than you were used to. “I can hear you thinking.” The apology left your lips before you could comprehend it. “I have something that will cure that.” He led you to the living room and sprawled across the couch before urging you to lay down in front of him. 

He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you. His sandalwood scent was consuming your senses. He whispered in your ear directing you to watch the game. When you told him skeptically that you didn’t think that watching a soccer game was going to help you. He chuckled, “First off, this is football, not that shit that you guys call football but play with your hands. And trust me, baby, it's exactly what you need to shut that head of yours off. You have too many tabs open in your brain and it’s time to close them. The game is simple and doesn’t take much thought. Just pay attention to the ball.”  

You huff but try to pay attention to the game as directed. You found yourself watching the ball but not processing anything in the game. Maybe that is why it took a while for your mind to catch up to the sensation your body was feeling. Joe’s hands rubbing your back, his face nuzzling into your shoulder. You could feel the scratch of his stubble against the tender skin there as he peppered kisses and rubbed his face against your neck and cheek. It would leave you with a beard burn tomorrow but now the slight sting on the sensitive skin was sending pleasure echoing down your body. His mouth was hot and wet sucking on your skin. 

One of his calloused hands had rooted under his oversized shirt you were wearing pushing it up your stomach in search of your breast. Clever fingers found a nipple and stroked it before pinching. You groaned pushing your ass back against him. You could feel the bugle of his cock, but he stilled your hips with a firm grip. He tusked at you whispering huskily into your ear that you were supposed to be watching the game. One of his thick thighs slid in between your legs leaving just enough space for one of his hands to slide between to rub at your rapidly damping pussy. One hand massaged your breast while the other moved to rub at your clit. Time moved in a haze, your body alighted with sensation, and you were unsure if it took mere minutes or much longer for his long fingers to finally enter you and start pumping. He found a smooth unhurried rhythm and curled his fingers into a deliciously sensitive spot. His palm pressed against your clit, and you started to move your hips gently grinding into his hand. 

You could feel your orgasm building in your lower stomach. A fire that was slowly but heartily gaining intensity. Joe could feel your body reacting, tensing with the buildup. He knew you were getting close. The hand that had been preoccupied with your nipples and breast slid upwards coming to rest against your throat. You arched into his hand, gripping at his forearm to encourage him to tighten his grip. He obliged and you moan a few moments later when your body shakes with your release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you working you through your orgasm. You start to say something, you're not even sure what when his fingers that were just inside you press against your lips sliding them into your mouth. You moan as you lick then suck, tasting yourself. He hushes you reminding you that he is trying to watch the game. 

Over the next two hours Joe deliberately and methodically melts your brain. You lose count of the number of times that he has made you orgasm on his fingers as you lay spooning on his couch. Your body had loosened, becoming boneless and complaisant against his. When his hands rest idle on your stomach or searching your skin, he presses his thigh against your core allowing you to rock against him. His sweatpants and your thighs are soaked with your juices.  

Your brain blissfully shuts down, and the thousands of tabs running in your mind close. You’re pleasure drunk and are actively watching the football game in between rounds of Joe’s teasing. There is no talking between the two of you except Joe whispering words you can’t make out in Spanish and sometimes hushing you encouraging you to focus back on the game. You are unsure why he wants you to watch so badly, but you oblige him regardless. You think that he has successfully made it your favorite sport to watch in less than one game. Even months later you still won’t be able to figure out if it’s because you truly like it or if your brain just unknowingly connects it with the overwhelming pleasure that he had brought you.  

The game ends but neither of you makes any move to get up. You are languid in his embrace. “Did you enjoy the game? Your head turns off for a bit?” You laugh softly and agree. He urges you to turn to face him and gives you a passionate hot kiss. You groan leaning into him as he rolls himself on top of you, sliding between your thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you through his sweatpants. “Good, it was nice to have someone to watch it with.” There was a catch to his tone, a sadness in his green eyes that pulled at you. A loneliness that was etched deep. Joe didn’t give you time to process what you had seen as he started kissing down your body. “I’ve been waiting to taste you,” 

You’re practically naked, the shirt had been pushed up to your ribs not long after you had laid down. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down your stomach and just before he reached your core turned to lick the mess he had caused on your thighs. He bites down on your inner thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise before finally making his way back up to your core. You groaned arching into him as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck Jose,” You hiss your pussy is swollen and overstimulated from the orgasms.  

“Can you handle more baby? I just want one more.” Your answer is peeling his sweats down his body, grabbing a handful of his toned ass. His hard cock jumps leaking precum over his stomach. He groans as you gasp him firmly rubbing his arousal over the tip causing him to shudder against you. He moves back up to kiss your lips before reaching for the drawer of the coffee table and pulling out a condom. He rolls it over his length, pumping himself a few times before nestling himself between your thighs cock prodding your entrance.  

He had worked you up so well that he slid in easily with one thrust. You both groan at the tight fit, your walls clenching around him. The sex is much like the earlier foreplay, slow and deliberate. It doesn’t last too long with how long Joe had been holding back, but it doesn’t need to. Your body is putty in his hands, sensitive and clenching around his dick. Your hands travel his back feeling the rippling muscles underneath tan skin marred with white scars. He rubs at your clit while you scratch at his hips trying to get him to move faster. He is stubborn in his maddeningly slow pace. You come hard clenching tightly around him biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He groans, his pace quickening and turning sloppy as he comes pressing deeper into you. 

He lies with you for a moment, sharing your air and trying to catch his breath. All too soon he is giving you a sweet forehead kiss and getting to take care of the condom. You get up to clean yourself, using the bathroom. He comes in not long after to brush his teeth and steer you to bed. You lay together your body still humming with all the endorphins firing. You stroke his arms feeling your body flush from his body heat. “Thank you, Joe. I needed that.” 

He chuckled tugging playfully at your hair. “Sometimes una chica bonita solo necesita un poco más de atención and football.”  

There it is folks, my first SVU imagine, and it had to be with my main man Joe Velasco. I appreciate any feedback! I’m just getting back into the swing of writing. I have a lot I want to write for Velasco including some head cannons that I want to explore.    

Translation: a pretty girl just needs a little extra attention 

Note about translation: I don't speak Spanish, and this is from Google Translate. So, it may be incorrect. Please let me know if it isn't and I will correct it. Thanks all!            

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot bitchez

warning(s): MDNI, +18 only read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), lactation kink, mommy kink, kinda innocent r (use of princess, little one, babygirl), grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: I'm sorry it's not that long. As promise, kinky stuff coming for Florence, expect more soon. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist

The second Florence walked through the door, she felt two patches of wetness form on her blouse, right above her nipple area. 

It was as if her body knew exactly when to start leaking the ghostly white liquid from her breasts. It was as if her body knew exactly when she was around you, reacting to your whole persona, beyond her control. 

You watched her through the corner of your eyes, pretending you were still reading the book in your hands, but your reading was long forgotten once she stepped through the door. You noticed her tensed shoulders right away, you thought she might have had a tiring day but once she turned your way you understood immediately the reason why of her tenseness. 

Your lips shaped like an ‘o’ once you notice the little wet patches on her breasts. Your mind briefly trailed back to the time she had the same thing happen to her. A lump formed in your throat as you recalled the event that unfolded later on, how you helped her out. 

You cleared your throat, shook the memories out of your head and spoke up.

“Hi, baby. How was your day?” you tried to play it cool, forcing your eyes to look back at the book. 

She went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of vodka, poured some in a glass, and choked it down.

“It was good,” she finally spoke. “I’m just a bit tired and I, um, have a situation going on.”

You dared to look up at her, knowing exactly what she meant by that, but wanting her to make the first move. 

“What is it, Flor? Is there something I can help you with?” she noticed the faked innocence in your tone. 

A grin formed on her lips knowing she had you wrapped around her finger, knowing that your body reacted to hers as bad as hers reacted to yours.

She made her way towards you, sitting on the couch next to you. She took the book from you and placed it on the tea table. 

“I think you already know what to do, sweet girl.”

You swallowed hard at the nickname, which sent shivers up your spine. Your gaze quickly moved down to her breast, the wet patches on them growing bigger by the seconds. You licked your lips in anticipation. 

“You sure, Flor?” your eyes found hers. 

You notice the green in them where a shade darker now, filled with lust and hunger. 

“I just need you to make mommy feel better. Can you do that for me, little one?” her hand found your thigh, gently squeezing the skin.

You felt your heart beat increasing the moment the nickname reached your ears, clouding all your senses, setting your skin on fire, your tummy shrunk. 

Too dumb struck by her entirely, afraid your voice would fail you, you could only nod as a response.

She smiled at your non-verbal answer. She unbuttoned the first four bottoms of her blouse, allowing you to see her now even bigger breasts, full with her sweet milk. 

“Okay, then come here, baby,” she patted her thighs, signaling for you to lay on them.

You did as you were told, your head was now just centimeters away from her milk leaking breast. Your mouth was already parted, painfully waiting to just suck her off. 

She freed her right breast from her bra and wasted no time in stuffing it inside your pretty mouth. You moaned as you felt her delicious milk in your tongue and began to suck her dry.

Florence couldn’t help a moan escaping from her lips, filled with both relief and lust as you began to suck her. She threw her head back, taking in the pleasure, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and all she could hear was your soft moans and you swallowing her milk, which made her core even wetter. 

She looked back at you, your big doe eyes looking back at her. Some of her milk was spilling out of your mouth, she could only bite her bottom lip at the sight in front of her. 

“You look so good, baby. I wish I could take a picture of you right now, sucking mommy’s tit so well.”

You whimpered at her words, making you more eager to suck her harder, earning a low moan from her. 

“Can I touch you, princess? Please, let mommy touch you, yes?”

You quickly nodded at her, your mouth filled with her tit. She slipped her hand under your shorts, finding the wet cloth that covered your cunt. 

“You are so wet, baby. Does sucking mommy’s tit make you wet?” she asked as she rubbed circles around your clit. You closed your eyes taking in the feeling of her fingers pleasuring you. Another whimper tried to escape from your lips, but it was muffled by her big tit. 

As she moved aside the cloth and pushed a finger inside of you, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out, this time her tit escaped from your mouth as you did so. 

“You’re not done yet, peaches,” she said, shoving her tit back inside your mouth with her free hand. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you went back to suck her tit and felt yourself clenching around her finger. 

Wanting to give her other tit the same attention, you reached for it and gently squeezed it, milk slipping out of it. It was so much milk she had been holding up that you immediately felt your shirt soaking wet with it. 

“Oh, princess. Look at you, covered in mommy’s milk.”

She pushed another finger inside of you. You tried your best to not let go of her tit as she thrusted in you, curling her fingertips, hitting that deliciously aching spot inside of you. 

“Are you going to cum on my fingers, little one?”

All you could do was nod, your mind too fuzzy to say or do anything else. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, as she thrusted deeper and faster in you. You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as she moved her fingers, clenching even harder around them.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for mommy.”

As if your body was under her command, you felt the coil in you snapped as you came undone. Her tit popping out of your mouth, moaning out her name. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your breathing was heavy, as pleasure washed over your whole body. 

Florence helped you ride out your high and once you were done, she pulled her fingers back from you, taking them in her mouth. She moaned as she teased your juices, she had been waiting to taste them again the entire day. 

“You did so good for mommy, baby. You think you can help me out with the other one?” 

She looked down at her other breast, milk still leaking from it. 

“Yes, mommy,” you breathed out.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

🏷️ @livresjaunes

[dwightschrute11]

Character Sheet - Calypso

General Information

Full name: Calypso Salutations

Nicknames: Cal, Callie, The new fifth year 

Pronouns: She/her

Date of Birth: May 1st, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Taurus 

Personality Type: ENFP-T

Alignment: chaotic good

Nationality: British 

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Dragon Heartstring, oak wood, slightly springy

Patronus: Nebelung cat (curiosity and kindness)

Boggart: her fathers bloated corpse shameful of Calypso

Amortentia: fresh rain, the black lake, earthy dirt, and apples

Physical Appearance 

Hair color and style: blondish white, most often seen down in loose curls. 

Eye color: Fern green 

Skin tone: almond with warm undertones and complexion 

Height: 5’7

Weight: 131 pounds 

Clothing style: loose, almost never wears her vest over her blouse; prefers longish skirts and her blouse sleeves pushed up, and usually is either wearing Mary Jane’s or traveling boots

Accessories: a locket given to her by her father before he passed

Details: freckles along her cheek bones and nose, as well as her upper arms and shoulders. Has an ancient magic scar along her right cheek extending slightly into the upper part of her neck. 

Personality 

Positive traits: reliable, witty, strong, helpful, relatively friendly, caring, loyal, open minded, determined 

Negative Traits: stubborn, competitive, reserved,can be sarcastic, secretive (most of the time), reckless

Strengths: strong in the face of danger and would sacrifice herself for others (which can sometimes be a bad thing), always looking to help others

Weaknesses: bottles up emotions and struggles letting people in to her real self (including her inner demons), has anxiety, nearing the end of fifth year she commonly feels numb or overwhelmed

Likes: flying / quidditch, relaxing near the lake, gardening, exploring, reading, watching performances 

Dislikes: condescending or overly cocky people, those who hurt her loved ones, dugbogs, pumpkin juice, 

Fears: fear of abandonment, not being good enough, her being the cause of pain 

Goals: to be free, to find true happiness, to cure Anne, to see her mother smile

Backstory

Calypso was born in a small cottage in London, Cornwall to Clementine and Oliver Salutations, who were both muggles—but her father was a man who always believed in some sort of magic, if in the trees or in a faraway land, if a presence in every nook and cranny or even just an idea. Her mother, a woman bound by rules who wasn’t the type to dream, always brushed away her husband’s ideas, and tended to get mad when ever he spouted those ideas to Cal. Cal herself wasn’t the most certain, but as a child, she was in a state of content and happiness as long as she was with her father—but tragedy struck the Salutations home when her father mysteriously drowned in the ocean, his bloated body found by young Calypso a day after his disappearance. Traumatized and heartbroken, Calypso lost that nostalgic feeling of happiness quickly, the wound deepening even more when her mother began to develop Alzheimer’s. she forgot Calypsos face, her smile, her hand—she was a husk of her former self, leaving Calypso to take care of her for many years. She received the basic school learning as a child, but a year after her father died, they ran out of money to continue affording school. She taught herself using the books she had at home and those she borrowed, and often ridiculed herself  in the mirror. She barely ate, still haunted by her mother’s screams and father’s bloated body, and became bony as the years went on. It was only when she got her Hogwarts acceptance later that, for once, she felt hopeful, free—excited. She asked an old family friends to take care of her mother before being whisked  off to Hogwarts by Professor Fig..blissfully unaware of the powerful tendrils of ancient magic running through her blood. 

Relationships

Love interest: (I don’t know yet 😭) 

Good friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Poppy sweeting, Samantha Dale, Garreth Weasley , Imelda Reyes 

People she dislikes: Leander Prewett, Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley

Pets: Highwing, vivarium creatures, one cat (later) 

Thanks to @masqueradereveler21 for letting me use the questions they used for their own character sheet!

[darkjazzpunk]

Cold-blooded (BaizhuxReader)

Prompt: 'cuddle me already, damit'

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Any other man you would not have believed a single word if he had come with this excuse. But the doctor was different. Yes, he also played his games, but such a thing was far below his dignity. Before you could answer, Baizhu took off his glove and put your hand on his arm. His skin was really freezing! If his body temperature was already so low, how was he able to move at all?

"I understand your reluctance and believe me when I tell you that I am anything but comfortable asking you to do this," his flame-colored eyes looked to the side in embarrassment. He seemed really uncomfortable.

Slowly you let your fingers slide down his arm, "Don't worry, I don't have a problem with it if it helps to keep you warm. But I am curious…"

His green eyebrow went up questioningly.

"Does your cold-bloodedness come from your illness, or?" you looked him straight in the eye and nodded slightly. Your counterpart understood immediately and covered his pretty mouth with his fingers before chuckling.

"My illness is actually making it worse, but no, my cold-bloodedness is part of my 'nature'. I usually combat it with a hot water bottle or a cherry stone pillow. However, I didn't expect it to start raining like this. That was careless of me. I must have been distracted."

You stopped his babbling with a hand gesture and smiled at him encouragingly, "Let's try it, but I warn you, I'm not good at keeping my body temperature myself, so I can't promise it will work."

"Don't worry! I didn't even expected you to comply with my brazen request," Baizhu waved his hands.

Chansheng had already nestled herself on one of the roof beams and watched the spectacle as each thunderclap elicited a small hiss from her. Her partner looked up at her with concern, "Are you sure you want to stay up there? I can make room for you in my first aid bag if you want."

The white snake didn't even have eyelids, but still seemed capable of a provocative facial expression. something that has always fascinated you.

"No thanksss. I'd like to be able to warp, after all, sshould you two have other plansss for keeping warm…"

"Changsheng!" now it was Baizhu who let out a low hiss and shook his head, " Y/N is the whole situation certainly awkward enough, it doesn't need your rash comments."

Your cheeks began to glow and you looked to the side, embarrassed. Actually, a comment of that kind was quite to be expected from this firecracker. Nevertheless, it caught you off guard.

Even more unprepared, however, was the thought that you wouldn't mind too much if there was 'more' that night. You quickly discarded the dirty idea before it could take a more precise form.

Even if such a thing were within the realm of possibility, Baizhu would never abuse your trust in such a way. He was not exactly known for his high caliber, but he was far from being that corrupt. Despite all the rumors, he still had his principles, especially in this area.

In general, he was extremely careful when it came to lust and love. He knew about his attraction and his good looks that made many people of all sexes fall into pining behind his back.

You were just one of many who had fallen for his charm and the mysterious aura around him.

With a shake of your head, you dispelled the thoughts and turned to your backpack. You didn't have anything to sleep in, but you had gotten used to bringing at least one set of change clothes with you when you worked with the pharmacist. It was very important to make a well-groomed impression during house calls and you never knew what the treatment would entail.

As you tried to shoo away the painful memory of your favorite blouse full of blood, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around you looked directly into the two amber eyes, with the vertical pupils and the coquettish eye shadow. Your pulse inevitably quickened a bit.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?"

"You just go first… I'll ask when dinner is served." was your short-tempered answer, before you quickly walked out the door.

~A short while and a relativley quiet dinner later~

"Is there a side you prefer?", Baizhus eyed you closely, his senses attuned to regsitrating any hint of unwillingness on your part.

You're pretty nervous, but not so much that your boss is going to stop the whole thing.

"F/s," you say after thinking about it for the first time in your life. He seemed to want to make you as comfortable as possible. The pharmacist even emphasized that no physical contact was necessary, your body temperature would be evenly distributed under the blanket and that was enough for him not to cool down too much, which should speed up your departure the next day.

Changsheng on the beam had already left for the land of dreams a long time ago, which was only demostrated by the absence of her occasional tongue flick.

The two of you also lay down, careful to keep a respectable distance. Lying in a bed as boss and employee was wicked enough.

After a few hours, however, there was nothing left of the gap between you. The storm outside had brought with it a considerable chill. Instead of giving Baizhu some warmth, you both froze, which made you sleep closer to each other.

As Baizhu's body moved on its own in search of warmth, his hand on your hip woke you both up. The doctor was about to rattle off a series of apologies when you abruptly interrupted him.

"Cuddle me already, damn it," your demand was underlined by the chattering of your teeth. As much as some depraved part of you wanted those words to have an ambiguous meaning, it was the coldness that made you call out to him.

The green-haired one hesitated, but gave in after another blast of ice-cold wind and snuggled up to you, burying his face in your neck. You were freezing yourself, but compared to him, your body was lukewarm.

And he became steadily warmer. Now it was the bashfulness that made your body run hot. His figure was so close that you felt every single fiber that touched your body. His silky soft skin, which laid like cool satin on you. His long fingers wrapped securely around your side. His concise hip bone that pressed right into your back dimple. One of your most erogenous spots… In addition, his breath brushed in even strokes over your neck.

Behind you, Baizhu had already noticed how his presence made your body warm up. He had to pull himself together not to provoke you even more to be able to tap more heat from you in return. Restrained by the cold like that he wouldn't be able to do anything anyways. Not that he would...

He was not a saint, but he was not that vicious either.

The only thing he let himself do was to let his hand slide up and down your side once.

Even though everything in him screamed to constrict you and devour you in the most sinful ways...

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . cowboys han solo and anakin skywalker

snippet to a fic i'm gonna write

"now ain't that a shame," han murmurs as he sips his whiskey, reclined in his chair with his feet kicked up on the table like he owned the saloon. "pretty little miss all alone over there." he motions towards the bar.

anakin grumbles, lifting his hat. he had been trying to take a goddamned nap, but han would rather scout out women to potentially bed. but once his eyes met the lady his friend was talking about, he perked up.

you were a saloon girl, wearing a knee length skirt paired with a white blouse and a green bodice. you were currently entertaining guests, smiling brightly. "scandalous, ain't it?" han asks, and anakin nods. "awfully short. can see 'er petticoat when she bends over."

speak of the devil, you came over to the table the two men were sitting at. "evenin' boys, need a top-off?" han nods, holding out his glass. "i reckon' you been here a good while?" anakin rolls his eyes at han's boldness. his ability to pick up women like it was nothing irked him to no end. of course, anakin had his fair share of bodies, but he might as well be a virgin compared to his friend. "good gracious, you sure are a sight for sore eyes."

"ignore him," anakin tells you calmly. you smirk as you refill han's glass. "now why would i do that?" you ask curiously. "seems like a fine gentleman to me." capping the bottle, you give anakin a smile. "maybe you should pick up a thing or two from your partner here, mister." with that, you saunter off, han staring back at you with no shame, and anakin looking at the back of your head with disbelief.

the both of them knew bedding you would be a challenge, but a welcome on nonetheless.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[aquagirl1978]

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Theo x Reader (Ikemen Vamp)

A/N: Day 8 of my 12 Days of Christmas event, as well as part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Reader

Prompt: holding hands

Word Count: 524

Tags: fluff with a hint of spice

Every day in the mansion felt like a celebration.

Each night, the residents would gather around the dining room table to feast on a scrumptious meal prepared by yourself and Sebastian. Everyone would discuss how their day went while bottles of blanc and rogue made their rounds around the table. The conversations were always light and lively – and not a night went by without Arthur making an apple joke.

But when the holidays came around, the celebrations went into overdrive. Comte outdid himself every year, decorating the mansion in red, green and gold. A massive Christmas tree – bigger than one you had ever seen before in your life – would reside in the great room. And the parties. Oh, the parties.

It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in the holiday spirit – even Mozart had a smile on. Or maybe that was from the champagne Comte had served, special for the occasion. You and Sebastian had gone all out, preparing a feast fit for kings. After dessert, everyone gathered in the great room, where the celebration continued.

Or so you had thought.

Everyone was busy doing their own things. Arthur and Isaac were playing chess as Dazai and Vincent watched. Napoleon and Sebastian were huddled on the couch, most likely discussing French history. Mozart and Jean, both inebriated, were sitting by the fire, holding each other up. Comte and Leonardo were playing a heated game of pool.

Everyone was there having a great time. But where was Theo?

“Psst,” a familiar voice whispered in your ear, as an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging on you gently. “If we leave now, no one will miss us.”

Your body flooded with warmth at the idea of spending the night alone with your boyfriend. You turned to face him with a smile, and scurried away, hand in hand, off to Theo’s bedroom.

He kicked the door closed as soon as you crossed the threshold. Now, in the privacy of his room, he covered your mouth with his in a much needed kiss. You pressed your body against his, seeking his warmth, as he twined his fingers in your hair, guiding you to his bed. The moment the back of your knees hit his bed, you stumbled onto his mattress, the plush covers softening your fall. 

Theo’s blue eyes darkened with desire as he flashed you a wicked grin before climbing onto the bed atop you. He removed his jacket and loosed his tie before resuming his kiss. He took on your hands in his, holding it above your head on the bed. 

Hands roamed, layers slowly began to be removed as the temperature in the room increased. As he was unbuttoning your blouse, you took his chin in your hand, and tilted his face to meet yours.

“Tomorrow is Christmas, Theo. Do you know what you want?”

Theo slipped his hand in your opened blouse, his hand caressing your lace covered breast. He dipped his head towards yours, his lips hovering over yours, his eyes smoldering as he locked on yours, his breath hot on your lips as he whispered to you.

“All I want is you.”

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[anonymouspuzzler]

while i've been recovering from my semester i treated myself to making some Updated Ref Sheets for my Special Little Trio! and here they are!! new and improved buck, davey and minnie for your viewing pleasure. there's been a lot of little tweaks and changes to their designs since I first concepted them a year ago...!!

[Full image IDs/descriptions under the cut!]

[Image 1 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Buck. He is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested, slightly pudgy build, big nose, thick mustache, and mostly-balding hairstyle with a single tuft of hair on the top of his head. The sheet shows Buck standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with him wearing dark green boxer-briefs; one with him wearing a dark green turtleneck, khaki pants, ashy brown boots, and a pair of goggles on top of his head; and one with the same outfit, plus brown gloves and a tan jacket with many pockets and the collar popped, and the goggles now down over his eyes to reveal orange lenses. To the right are detail shots of his head in profile, with his mouth open, and without a mustache. A color guide runs along the top of the page. Written in the bottom right is "BUCK AKA THE INVINCIBLE BULKHEAD. He/Him, Gay, White American (Greek & Scottish Descent), Late 40's." End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Davey. He is a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, long eyelashes, large ears, thin mustache, thick eyebrows and curly hair in a ponytail. The sheet shows Davey standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with him in just boxers; one with him wearing denim overalls, a tool belt, brown boots, and a pilot-esque helmet with goggles on top; and one with the same outfit, plus a brown glove, goggles down on his eyes to reveal yellow-orange lenses, and a massive prosthetic arm made out of cobbled-together junk, such as a blender, car muffler and toaster. To the right are detail shots of his hair down, face in profile, and the prosthetic from another angle. A color guide runs along the top of the page. Written in the top right is "DAVEY AKA DYNAMO. He/Him, bisexual, Afro-Puerto Rican, mid-late 40's." End ID.]

[Image 3 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Minnie. She is a young white girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth, and long red hair in braided pigtails. The sheet shows Minnie standing with one hand held out in a neutral pose and expression. There are three versions drawn: one with her in a pale yellow tank top and purple shorts; one with her wearing a school uniform-style white blouse, pleated gold-yellow skirt, high socks and tan mary jane shoes, with a pale yellow sweater tied around her shoulders and tan fingerless gloves; and one with the same outfit plus a brown shoulder bag, goggles with yellow-orange lenses, and big brown boots with contraptions, including bear trap soles and bottle rockets strapped to the sides. Above are detail shots of her hair down, from the back, her face in profile, plus a color guide. Written in the middle-right is "MINERVA (MINNIE) AKA LAST NERVE. She/her, Lesbian (yet to realize), White American (Greek, Scottish & French descent), Newly 13". End ID.]

[Image 4 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Buck. He is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested, slightly pudgy build, big nose, thick mustache, and mostly-balding hairstyle with a single tuft of hair on the top of his head. The sheet shows four alternate outfits for Buck: first, pajamas consisting of a white t-shirt that reaches to his navel, dark green lounge pants, and red pull-on slippers. Second, an unzipped leather jacket over a grey hoodie, with jeans, black converse-style sneakers, and a black beanie hat. Third, a lime green tank top with an auto shop logo, jorts, sandals, a red-orange bandanna, and red-orange sweatbands on both wrists. Finally, a "formal" look with a forest green, plaid button-up t-shirt, khaki pants, red socks, and black heeled dress shoes, plus a watch on his left wrist. End ID.]

[Image 5 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Davey. He is a middle-aged Black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, long eyelashes, large ears, thin mustache, thick eyebrows and curly hair in a ponytail. The sheet shows five alternate outfits for Davey: first, pajamas/loungewear consisting of baggy grey sweatpants and blue slippers, with no shirt. Second, a baggy blue tank top, black shorts with white stripes down the sides, and sandals. Third, a "formal" look with a light blue button-up t-shirt, a red-orange bolo tie, pale yellow dress pants with a belt, dark blue socks, and dark brown dress shoes. Fourth, a pale yellow blouse with a flower pattern and wide, ruffled collar, skinny jeans, and brown boots. Finally, a baggy forest-green turtleneck (which appears to be one of Buck's) with the right arm tied off, skinny jeans, and blue slippers. End ID.]

[Image 6 ID: A digitally drawn reference sheet of Puzz's OC, Minnie. She is a young white girl with a stocky build, freckles, buck teeth, and long red hair in braided pigtails. The sheet shows five alternate outfits for Minnie: first, pajamas consisting of an oversized purple "VILLAIN CON '97" t-shirt with a skull logo, and dark green plaid shorts. Second, a version of her usual "school uniform" outfit, but with her pale yellow sweater being worn instead of tied around her shoulders. Third, a "punk" look with a grey t-shirt featuring "THE SKULL!" in flames, over a long sleeved black-and-white striped shirt, black pleated skirt with chains hanging off each side and safety pins on the hem, black tights, red socks, and black boots. Fourth, denim overalls over a short-sleeved pale yellow sweater and brown boots. Finally, a "formal" look consisting of a sleeveless pale yellow dress with a tan, semi-translucent section between neck and upper chest, and black dress shoes. End ID.]

[Image 7 ID: Two drawings of Davey, Buck, and Minnie lined up together, to showcase their size/height relation to each other. Davey is the tallest, with the top of Buck's head reaching about to his chin, and Minnie in turn reaching to just below Buck's shoulders. The first drawing shows them in their "usual" outfits - Davey in overalls with no prosthetic, Buck in his turtleneck with no jacket, and Minnie in her school uniform. The second shows them in their "villain" getups - all three with their goggles on, Davey with his prosthetic, Buck with his gloves and jacket, and Minnie with her bag and boots. End ID.]

[razrogue]

Worship (Tav/Tav)

Relationship: Genderfluid Tav/Nonbinary Tav

Summary: After finally reaching Baldur's Gate, Gan had the evening to relax, unwind, and enjoy some one on one time with a companion.

Notes: This fic is about my Tav, Gan, and omgkalyppso's Tav, Étoile, set in an AU where Étoile is a companion. We decided to smash our Tavs together like Barbies 😌

This is part 2 that takes place in early Act 3 and is a bit of a continuation on their start in this fic written by @omgkalyppso

Words: 1.7k

It was her first evening alone in weeks. The group had finally reached Baldur's Gate after all the shit they'd been through. After securing a room in the Elfsong, everyone scattered to have a bit of normalcy before they had to deal with everything. Gale and Lae'zel went off to do some reconnaissance. Astarion and Shadowheart decided to take Minthara on a tour of Baldur's Gate though Gan figured the three of them just really wanted to find wine that didn't taste like vinegar. Being from Baldur's Gate, Jaheira and Étoile had taken off to find out if their old lives were still intact. She would have gone down to the Low Lantern, her favorite lair of vice in Baldur’s Gate, but instead Gan decided to just enjoy the solitude with some wine and a hot bath.

The little corner she'd claimed of the rented room began smelling like sandalwood and roses once she popped the cork on a tiny bottle of oil she pulled from her satchel. Étoile had presented it to her after their shopping trip a few days into Rivington.

"I would like to…" Étoile paused, carefully considering their next words as they watched Gan roll the bottle between her fingers. "...I hope to be there for the occasion you decide to use it," they remarked to her as the two of them sat together on the cliff one night outside Wyrm's Crossing. She smirked as she eyed the dark green bottle a little closer, the faint scent of its contents wafting into her nose.

Gan was pleasantly surprised by the scent as she began rubbing a few drops into her damp skin. Just as she finished and slipped her oversized blouse on, the room's door opened. Gan turned to see Étoile closing the door behind them and flashed them a warm smile as she returned the bottle to her satchel. They stood at the entrance for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Her hair pulled up into a braided bun on top of her head exposing a nearly healed bite mark on her neck. The neckline of her oversized pink blouse extended far enough that their imagination could only be led in one direction at the sight of it. Étoile rolled their bottom lip between their teeth, a slight flush surfacing on their cheeks, before they cleared their throat and finally walked into the room.

As they walked past heading towards their own bed, they sniffed the air, recognizing the aroma of the oil they'd purchased her. Gan was pouring herself a drink when Étoile approached her from behind. Gan turned around and Étoile paused briefly to observe her, before taking the goblet out of her hand to have a sip. A grin spread across their lips as they swallowed the fruity wine down. Gan stood there amused, "There's enough left to have your own cup," teasing them as Étoile set the cup on the table behind her and got a little closer. Gan looked them up and down, trying to not to stare at the way the blue shirt they were wearing laid over their muscles. The tingling in her belly made its presence known as she quickly tried to quiet her mind to the thoughts she was having of ripping it off of them.

With the tenderness she’d become quite accustomed to with them, Étoile took her hand and began kissing her palm, leaving her beaming in approval. She pressed her free hand against their stomach and softly nudged them away, trying to get a little space between them and regain some of her crumbling self-control. Étoile stepped back a little as Gan took her hand back and turned around to the table, the building heat between her legs flaring in frustration at the loss of attention. As Gan reached for the bottle of Blush for distraction, Étoile kneeled behind her and nuzzled into her neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling the sensuous scent as they peppered kisses along her neck. A quick bite halted her in her tracks as she leaned her head back to give them more access.

Her fingers reached into their hair, freeing it from the loose bun, as their tongue flitted against her neck, soothing and teasing the tender spot. Étoile's hand slipped into her blouse, grazing her nipple lightly before pinching it as they continued to tongue and suck her neck. She leaned into them, her legs becoming shaky as Étoile's lips made their way to her ears. Soft pecks against her lobe followed by a playful bite to the point was enough to make Gan moan as she grinded into them.

“Étoile,” their name left her lips a breathy whisper, almost swallowed completely by the moans their hands were coaxing from her, as she rubbed their head to get their attention. Étoile moaned into her neck but continued to kiss and massage her, not ready to let go just yet. She placed her hand on theirs guiding it so she could turn around to face them.

Étoile looked at her as she finally faced them, freckled cheeks flushed, brown eyes a little clouded with lust, red marks forming on her neck. Gan cradled their face before finally pulling them into a sensual kiss. As they slid their hands up beneath her blouse, they were greeted by nothing but more of her soft skin and not the underwear they were expecting to pull down at that moment.

Étoile pulled away from their kiss for a moment, looking at her inquisitively as they rubbed their hands up and down her thighs. "Are you often bare like this?" Gan grinned at their question, tickled because only Étoile would ask that in a moment like this. It was endearing in a way that was very them. “Only on nights of worship,” she quipped as Étoile brought their hands to her sides. Their hands lingered on her hips for a moment, watching as she blushed under their soft gaze, finally releasing their hold on her to stand, while she walked over to her bed.

“Don’t you need to say your nightly prayers?” Her hand idly grazed her inner thigh as she sat back and leaned against the pillows propped up on the bed. Étoile watched her fingers travel until they disappeared beneath the fabric, imagining it was their own finding their way between her legs. To her softness and warmth, eager to possibly taste her for themself at last. But the lust that had been growing was suddenly mixed with a slight confusion and Étoile needed to connect in a different way just then.

"Maicelwen…" They approached the side of the bed and kneeled beside her, concern furrowing their brow. Ever since the two of them had that moment in the shadow cursed lands by the lake, a declaration and a brief kiss broken by a playful nip that left both of them wanting, they had not endeavored to go much further than fervent kisses in rushed moments. A brush against one another or a clothed touch here or there but they had not freely given to each other as time and hope had not been on their sides until their victory at Moonrise.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I am content as we have been and I would not assume." Their expression earnest as they continued, "I do not expect that I am owed anything more than you've given to me thus far."

Gan raised up off the pillows a little, her legs straddling them as she studied them, trying to understand the root of their sudden worries. Their long dark hair hung loose framing their face, their golden eyes staring at her intently, awaiting her response. Their handsome features were even more pronounced despite the uncertainty and doubt they were feeling. Étoile rested their hands on her thighs as their statement lingered unanswered.

So much had happened and so quickly that there'd barely been much time to process it all. The abduction, the tadpole, the crash, finding herself still whole when she most certainly should have been a mind flayer, then finding out why this was at last a few days ago. In spite of all that had happened, she found herself with even more than she'd ever expected. Slowly opening herself up to more, more of what exactly she wasn't sure. Maybe it was the circumstances but for the first time in almost a century Gan found herself willing. Willing to share, to choose, to consider embarking once more. Though they all were very different, they did have a common goal. They asked for something, asked for more, and were willing to try with her. Gan was slowly making room to allow herself to try as well. Her pace was her own though and she would not be moved before she was ready.

She’d been in her contemplative silence long enough that Étoile had leaned in much closer now, caressing the sides of her hips, trying to calm their own nerves with each gentle stroke. Just as they were about to speak, Gan raised up a little and pressed her foot to their mouth, silencing them.

"Teeth on my neck, hands on my ass, and when I present myself to you, now you are worried…" Gan chided. "Étoile,” her tone decisive as she rested her other foot against their chest, ”you would not be this close if you didn't have my interest…or my favor."

Right then, she'd finally put it into words. Étoile had her interest, but more important to them, her favor. She had decided they could have more. More of what at the moment? Just more of her. In the future? Étoile held no notions about what would happen beyond tonight or after everything was over. They decided that they'd just revel in the now as she lay before them, in a place where they could have more. She watched them ponder her words before she finally felt a kiss and smile beneath her toes.

"We can just talk if you so desire or the mood has passed…" her sentence trailed off as Gan slowly shook her foot, moving their head side to side, "or you could make sure the door is locked and come to the altar."    

[beechersnope]

wrote some more of Red Light Spells Danger (sheriff's daughter max/trailer trash daniel street racing AU) but this time it is more depressing than horny

***

Daniel doesn’t know what to expect when he returns later that night, but it’s clear as soon as he exits the crowded tunnel of mesquite trees and pulls into the clearing that Max has had her run of the place.

The rundown trailer, normally dark and uninviting as soon as the sun dips below the mountains, is adorned in multicolored Christmas lights, painting the faded exterior in shades of warm-toned pink, blue, green, and orange. Inside, Daniel can make out a purple glow, but by the time he parks and gets out of his car, the light peeking through the curtains has morphed into a dark orange, fading to yellow as he walks up the front steps and pulls open the door.

It takes him a minute to find Max. She isn’t in his bed, but instead sitting in one of the plastic chairs at the tiny table in the kitchenette. There’s an array of takeout containers in front of her, from the fucking winery of all things, Daniel realizes when he catches sight of the branded takeout bag she’d crumpled up and tossed in the trash.

Daniel wants to demand to know how much fucking money she’d spent on all this, but he knows she wouldn’t take it well. He’s old enough, smart enough, to know that it doesn’t fucking matter—that his pride and the tinge of embarrassment at the difference in their circumstances isn’t important enough to argue about in a futile attempt to soothe his own ego.

Daniel stares at her for a moment, just watching as the shifting colors from the LED strips she’d taped to the corners of the ceiling cast shadows that change the planes of her face; cold, hard in blue, then warm, soft in orange again.

“What did you get me?” he asks as he finally sits down opposite her.

Max’s expression hardly changes, a quirk Daniel is still having trouble getting used to. Somehow, though, it makes the occasional smile he gets out of her seem that much more worthwhile. “Beef ragout,” she tells him as she slides the container over. “And lobster bisque. And a chocolate cheesecake.”

“Jesus, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to move after all that,” Daniel tells her with a laugh.

Max still looks very serious as she replies, “You don’t have to eat all of it. I can, of course, take the leftovers back to my house.”

Daniel smiles at her and then pops open the first container, the biggest. He inhales the smell of warm beef, rich tomato and ricotta, and almost faints. He knows before he even takes a bite that it’ll be the best meal he’s ever had in his life. He’s right.

And after, when they’ve stuffed the leftover food into the icebox, making room between the cases of beer and haphazard piles of plastic water bottles, Daniel feels a warmth spreading through him that can’t be explained by the evening air.

“C’mere,” Daniel says as he flops down in his bed, extending his arms out to Max, who hovers nearby nervously playing with the hem of her blouse, like she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to join him. “Did you change the sheets?” he asks her when she carefully kneels on the mattress and crawls over, tentatively melting into the circle of his arms.

Max nods, her cheek rubbing against Daniel’s sternum. “I thought it would be nice,” she says.

“It is nice,” Daniel tells her.

He winds his fingers in her hair, loose under a half-pony and gently tugs until she scoots up far enough for him to connect their mouths. It feels just as electric as the first time, her lips moving with his, opening perfectly. The shyness slowly leaches out of her as Daniel holds her tighter, his tongue coaxing hers as he rolls Max onto her back and slots himself between her legs.

Daniel’s not a horny teenager; hasn’t been in a long time. He doesn’t have any qualms about going slow. He know Max can’t tell, probably sees him as some sort of trailer trash Casanova—perfect for a summer fling, Daniel thinks with a hint of bitterness—but it’s been years since Daniel has had anyone in his bed, even longer since he’s wanted it.

He wants this. He wants it so bad it hurts. But he still isn’t hard.

Daniel pulls away after a while, when his lips starts to sting and his tongue aches and his arms shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up over Max’s body as they kiss, not wanting to pin her down even though every cell in his body is screaming for more, more, more, to press himself so tightly against Max’s bare skin that they become impossible to separate.

Max looks up at Daniel with wide eyes, blown out pupils, a spit-streaked mouth. She pushes up onto her elbows when he sits up, her face creasing a bit in concern. “Did I—was it not good?” she asks.

“It was good,” Daniel reassures her. He’s relieved when she doesn’t glance down at the loose fabric of his jeans, grateful that she doesn’t seem to know enough to tell that Daniel is too fucked up for any of this. He should turn tail and run for her sake, make a clean break now before she can do anything she’ll regret.

But Daniel is too selfish and too lonely to be smart.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks her instead. “We don’t have to.” It had been her idea, but Daniel wasn’t—he didn’t need it. He could be satisfied forever with this. Just this. Max’s soft skin under his hands, her warm mouth pressed to his. For as long as it lasts.

Max is young and desperate. She doesn’t know what it’ll cost her—what it’ll cost them both.

When she nods, Daniel’s heart sinks. He can’t say no to her. He has to give her whatever he can, even if she deserves far more than losing her virginity in the back of Daniel’s trailer in the backwoods of some nowhere town in the Nevada desert.

[possibilistfanfiction]

i’m begging for more ava + service dog

[teeny tiny thing for nye :)]

//

‘okay,’ bea says, surveying all of the decorations and food laid out everywhere, buttoning and unbuttoning the top clasp on her blouse, neatly tucked into her slacks. ‘i think everything is ready.’

‘everything looks great.’ you wheel over to where she’s anxiously straightening some napkins. ‘babe.’

bea swallows, waits a second before she takes the hand you offer her. 

‘hey,’ you say when you notice she might be about to cry. ’why are you so nervous? it’s a little party with people we love.’

she sniffles. ‘i know, i know. and i’m happy, ava; i’m so happy. there’s peace, and i have you and our home and our life.’

you wheel over to the couch so she can sit next to you; korra patters next to you dutifully, her tongue lolling in a happy little smile. bea sits stiffly, so you nudge korra, who happily moves to rest her head in bea’s lap, calming and gentle. 

‘beatrice, what’s wrong?’

she shakes her head, scratches korra’s soft fur. ‘sometimes i feel so anxious that the other shoe is going to drop.’

‘well, it kind of did.’ you gesture toward your chair with a small smile. your back had been really bad lately, even in the relatively mild cold in california, even after dr. salvius had done everything possible. it’s a new normal, different than when you’d been hurt before — there are so many people who love you, who want to make sure you have resources and accessibility and support and independence. you have korra, and beatrice, and a home that has grown warmer and more beautiful each and every day.  

‘you know i don’t think of anything you need like that,’ bea says, a little scolding, which makes your smile grow.

‘bea, i know that. i just — something hard happened. we dealt with it, we’re dealing with it. we have such a beautiful life, even with everything. because of everything.’ 

bea takes a deep breath and then meets your eyes; she lifts her hand to run it through your hair and then rests it on your cheek. 

‘life is going to happen, good and bad and mundane and revelatory.’ her face softens and she rests her forehead against yours, her new glasses — translucent sage green frames, round and, in your opinion, adorable — just barely slipping down her nose, over her freckles. ‘but, bea, we get to live it all together.’ 

she nods, and her smile grows more and more genuine. 

‘my love,’ you say, ‘it’s all i’ve ever wanted.’

she rubs her thumb along your cheekbone. ‘i love you. i love our life. i love it all, so much.’

you kiss her gently. ‘so then let’s celebrate, yeah? we have enough food and alcohol for a small army.’

‘small army?’ you hear, a familiar, laughing voice, after a whoosh somewhere in your kitchen. when you look up, camila, mother superion, and mary are there, along with lilith, who grumbles a ‘you’re welcome’ before grabbing a bottle of champagne and heading out to the patio. 

‘happy new year!’ camila says, and korra looks at you with eager eyes, her little butt starting to wiggle with how hard she’s wagging her tail. 

‘okay,’ you tell korra. ‘you can go say hi to your friends.’

she bounds over and bea stands with a smile, kisses the top of your head, and unbuttons the top two buttons of her shirt before walking over. mother superion wraps her in a tight hug and then bends down to do the same with you. no one comments on your chair — it’s been long enough now, and they never have, but it’s just part of your life, and who you are, and they love you. bea had been right all those years ago. everyone pets korra; even lilith wanders back in to scratch behind her ears. mary teases bea about her glasses and camila shows you the newest tech she’s designed. 

there’s ambient music and the waves outside, your friends all around. you eat too much food and drink probably too much champagne and, as it nears midnight, you take bea’s hand and settle out on the patio, korra asleep at your feet.

your friends — your family — count down from inside and you hold bea’s hand in yours, look at her so gently: the love of your life, in this one and the next. 

you kiss her as fireworks go off and camila blows a noisemaker; you feel her smile against your mouth. 

‘happy new year, bea.’