#but next week😏

[bluerosety-blog]

I'm so sure we are going to get bkdks version of "my hero" as well! 🥰 This chapter was great! The last spread was so cool looking! 😁

The funniest part isn't Kudou using Kacchan's aggressive way to pass the papers as an example, but the fact Izuku got it lol!! 🤣🤭 Look at that expression! The bold "!" just makes me laugh, and look at Kudou's smile, he knows jajaja! 🤭

[aurorangen]

SHE KEEPS THINKING OF BABIES

[morganaseren]

Hi! I'd love to know more About We'll Lose the Grip in Waters Dark, the Poets must be out for Blood and the bodyguard au for the wip meme 👀

((I deeply apologize for how long this took me to get out. I work nights now at my apprenticeship, which means I'm on the weirdest sleep schedule... 😅))

Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland

Rating: Teen

AU: We'll Lose Their Grip in Waters Dark Note: While this AU does deal with one of Niamh's worst worldstates, everything in regards to her relationship with Leliana will always be consensual. Honestly, Leliana goes out of her way to ensure Niamh's consent in whatever they do--not necessarily just in the bedroom.

In this scene, Leliana is lost in her thoughts while they're having sex. There's nothing especially explicit about the act itself, but I'm putting everything under a Read More due to length. There's also some mention of what Niamh's past was like before Leliana came into her life, but it's nothing graphic--a brief comment or two at best.

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Leliana had remembered early on in their relationship how a simple hug had stunned Niamh into silence, words collapsing mid-sentence with the gesture. At once, Leliana had pulled back, wondering if she'd perhaps been too forward with her affection.

Upon Niamh's features, the surprise had been evident, of course, but Leliana also hadn't missed miss the flicker of quiet wonder and yearning in that gaze--perhaps from the simple knowledge that another person would ever seek to touch her with more than just lust in their hearts.

Past the depths of those bewitching eyes had been a soul so starved of such simple kindness, but beneath the oppressive environment of Kinloch Hold, Niamh had long conditioned herself never to ask for it, less it be misconstrued for more by the men and women who acted as both guard and executioner.

Her thrusts slowed then, unable to help the guilt that slowly crept into her. As Left Hand of the Divine, could she say she was any different from them? With an intelligence network that spanned nearly every corner of Thedas and the ability to command the death of any whom dared to seek harm against Justinia, Leliana was one of the most powerful women in the world. Did Niamh feel the need to chain herself to her out of fear that she'd be next?

"Leliana!"

And all at once, Leliana's worries faded at the simple call of her name. Her lover's usual soft-spoken voice had become high and tight with her arousal due in no small part to Leliana's ministrations.

Still, Niamh knew it was her there. Not some Templar or some faceless dignitary in the sea of contacts that Knight-Commander Gregoire had used her to curry favor with. Not the Left Hand. Not the terrifying spymaster or bard.

Just... Leliana.

And did Niamh not know her best?

"Leliana, please..." she begged again, voice breaking with the entreaty as blunt nails scrabbled helplessly against the back of her tunic. "I'm so close..."

"Shh... I have you," Leliana reassured, pressing her lips against the damp skin of the other woman's temple in apology for her distraction. "I have you," she repeated. "Just as you never need to hide your pleasure from me, you never need to beg from me either. I will always give you what you desire."

With silken heat still clinging to her fingers between the apex of Niamh's thighs, Leliana swiped her thumb in such a way that it immediately had the woman's body going taut beneath hers with a sharp gasp. Leliana couldn't help her own trembling as she felt velvet walls tightening and shuddering beneath her touch. She wound her arm behind Niamh, providing support as the mage's back arched instinctively with the rush of pleasure coursing through her. Leliana continued to work her fingers through wet folds albeit at a more languid pace, gently coaxing Niamh to the end of her release. It was only when her lover released the tightened grip around her shoulders and ceased shivering did Leliana finally pull out.

"Oh, good girl..." she rasped. She smiled when her words earned a lazy hum of delight at the praise. Leliana then peppered slow, tender kisses across Niamh's face, and the gentle laughter it caused was ever sweet music to her ears. "You did so well. Can you sit up for me? Ah. There we go. Good girl. I'm sure my desk can't make for a very comfortable surface after all that."

Leliana gently maneuvered Niamh's body to the side so that she could get her arms beneath her knees and shoulders more easily. With an effortless flex of muscles, she lifted her lover up and away from her desk. Carefully, she moved to seat them both into the chair behind her, settling Niamh atop her lap with the woman's calves draped over the lacquered arm.

"Are you alright?" she questioned, reaching out to adjust Niamh's robes, where it had settled awkwardly around her waist. Sheepishly, Leliana could admit that she'd been a tad too impatient to deal with the intricacy of the belts and knots there. As such, she had simply tugged and pulled at the fabric until her mouth and hands had unimpeded access to the treasure of soft flesh beneath. She could also see the marks dotting the area around Niamh's neck--all too visible now that enough time had passed--where Leliana had been unable to resist sampling the flawless temptation of skin before her. She was a delight in more ways than one, truly.

"I'm fine."

"You're certain it wasn't too much?" Her continued inquiries only drew a roll of those mist-grey eyes, but there was little missing the smile upon her lover's lips.

"You ask me that as if I didn't provide you ample incentive to take me here. Besides, your own attire didn't escape entirely unscathed either," Niamh remarked, reaching out to touch the vee of her tunic, where it had a more noticeable rip that split further down the middle. The lacing that held it together was now noticeably frayed, barely held in place by the eyelets that were threatening to split at the seams. "Hm. Leave this with me in the morning. Madame de Fer mentioned wanting to introduce me to her seamtress. I can ask if she'd be willing to mend this as well."

"As you wish," was Leliana's own response, unable to deny her, given how so rarely Niamh asked for anything. Granted, Leliana was somewhat distracted with the attention being given to her as Niamh gently adjusted the wide collar of her shirt. She quite enjoyed those small, exploratory touches. "Would you like anything from the kitchens?"

"Later perhaps." Niamh turned her head then to guide her arm back into the sleeve of her robes. "I don't think I can feel my legs ye--"

And then the other woman paused very abruptly, tensing in her lap.

Confused, Leliana's arms tightened instinctively around her, her senses immediately going on alert for anything that could have startled her lover. "Niamh?"

But the mage continued to stare ahead. "I... I think I've ruined your desk," she answered haltingly, disbelief evident in her voice.

Leliana blinked, letting the words settle over her before following Niamh's gaze to the object in question. Her desk had been unceremoniously cleared before she had laid Niamh atop it earlier. Before long, she had her lover's bare back against the wooden surface as they rocked against one another. At one point, however, she could remember feeling the faintest tingle along the nape of her neck during their coupling. It wasn't unlike how she could detect Niamh using her element of her choice out in the battlefield before the mage allowed lightning to strike.

It did in fact strike there as Leliana curiously eyed the fractal burns now etched across the wood grain, perfectly encompassing the shape of her lover's back in jagged asymmetry. She saw beauty in the chaos of its design, but she could also see the dismay settling into Niamh's features, and Leliana couldn't stand to leave her upset. She pressed her lips to the shoulder closest to her, still bare with Niamh's distraction.

"'Ruin?'" she repeated. "How could anything you touch possibly be less than sublime?" Leliana couldn't stop her smug grin. "If anything, I would consider it a compliment to my skills..."

And Leliana supposed such evidence would make working at her desk all the more enjoyable in the future.

Of course, her humor had earned her a grumble of discontent as Niamh hid her face against her neck. Leliana could feel the heat of the woman's blush against her skin, which charmed and amused her in equal measure, but she made no comment about it.

She settled her feet apart more firmly before rising in one fluid motion. Her smirk grew somewhat at the soft noise it elicited from Niamh, who was perhaps still surprised that she could lift her so easily.

"Come along, Mon Ciel Étoilée," she said, carrying her toward the side door of the office that opened into Leliana's personal quarters. "I do believe a warm bath is calling for us."

((I did not forget about your other prompts, friend! I promise! I just decided to separate them into two other parts since they were getting rather long! 😅 I hope you like this first one though!))

[becca-e-barnes]

literally every day i think about a free use situation with dbf bucky 🥲 doing the dishes and having him come up behind you, pull your skirt up and panties down, and just take you there immediately bc he knows you’re always wet and ready for him

I've always thought free use sounds like a lot of fun, I gotta say 😏

And I like the thought of him getting himself all worked up but he knows he can't have you right away. Maybe you have some guests over and even though you've happily been in a free use arrangement, he's got to have a little self-restraint.

He'd be just sitting at the kitchen counter, overhearing the others engage in some polite conversation but he's not really listening. Instead, he's watching how you're just absentmindedly clearing up, slipping dishes into the dishwasher, putting utensils in the sink and wiping down the kitchen counters after dinner.

The hem of your dress comes to just above your knees and he finds he just can't stop staring at your bare legs. He's trailed his lips and tongue up your legs so many times, over the sensitive, slightly ticklish spot at the back of your knee, on his way to a part of your body he wants to kiss so much more.

He can't help himself. He needs you and he knows you'll gladly take him. He just needs all these people to leave first although a little part of him considers getting started with everyone else watching. Particularly Ari. He gets awfully flirty with you but Bucky almost thinks that Ari would probably join, rather than back off. That might not be the worst idea.

As soon as the kitchen clears though, he's on you, his lips on your neck, one hand squeezing your breast, the other holding your hip. "I'm sorry baby, I can't wait." He groans, letting the hand on your hip trail down your thigh, pulling your dress up.

"You don't need to wait. Just be quick." You tease, smiling to yourself at the tiny groan he breathes against your shoulder. He loves knowing he can just take you; that you want him to use you whenever he needs to and he's just as receptive to you when you want him.

"Fuck, you're a dream come true." He whispers, pressing two of his fingers into your hot mouth while he undoes his belt with the other hand. "Get them wet for me, sweetheart."

You suck on them for a few seconds, swirling your tongue around his fingers before they're removed from your mouth. Your panties are pushed to the side, his wet fingertips teasing your entrance before pressing in because despite your rapidly building arousal, you wouldn't have been slick enough to take him without some extra help.

"That's it. Good girl. You're always ready for me in no time, aren't you? You take me whenever I want." He bends you forward slightly for easier access before rubbing the tip of his cock against your soft core.

You stifle a quiet sob, feeling him begin to press inside you. It's not quite the perfect glide he's used to but it's still more than comfortable. "Rub yourself. Get nice and wet for me." He growls in your ear and you can't disobey an order like that. Your own hand slips between your thighs, rubbing your sensitive clit quickly and it doesn't take long for your body to respond.

"Good girl. All wet and messy for me. Shit, you were made for this, weren't you? You were made to be bent over and fucked whenever I want. Hope you know I'm taking your panties. I don't care who sees my cum running down your legs." Something in you loves the thought of that and he knows it. The thought of having to keep your legs crossed to stop his release from dripping. The thought of everyone realising you're not quite as wholesome as they might have thought.

[peppermint-pimp]

Oh no not Chen Yi, Chile.... THAT better not have been ol' girl that did the shooting!!! I will fight her. Is she tryna catch herself taking revenge? I will hang her head on a pike!!!!!!!!!¡!¡ UGHHHHHHHHHHH I'm gonna be sick all week... They had to hit us with the bullshit huh

[nuppu-nuppu]

But wait I'd love to see any apocalyptic mood board(s) if you feel like sharing at all 👉👈 and a satosugu zombie apocalypse au!? 👀 I'm so intrigued!!

Okay I’ll share one 🫡

Also an apocalypse themed spotify playlist lol

[zipmode]

Somebody remind me to open up like five commission slots before summer classes start... frolicks away

[benkeibear]

Your slow ass here didn't get to finish fearplay with Sukuna and won't have time to write for a few days 💔

[sandsucks]

me at the end of lab: see you after spring break!

my professor: wait hold on, will you be laying at the beach next week?

me:

me: i don’t like the beach

him: well will you go skiing then?

me: i don’t really like being in the snow either

him:

me:

me: i’ll figure something out

[analogwriting]

confession time: i pulled the vivre card and myra tie in at the very last second last night at the same time. like this shit was originally gonna end with the next chapter. then the ideas hit me like a couple of freight trains. SO THAT MEANS WE'RE GOING OFF SCRIPT NOW BOYS. WE'RE IN UNCHARTED TERRITORY and this is gonna give me a little more time to iron out my mafia au i plan on doing next for corazon

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

Heheheheheheheee~ it's coming~

[gabisart]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦  ♎︎ ♡ ♈︎ And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands (1/3)

[morganaseren]

WIP Wednesday (Werewolf Niamh/Werewolf Bethany)

Tagged by the lovely: @jellydishes

Tagging: @noeldressari, @this-is-something-idk-what, @chaosroid, and whomever else wants to feel like sharing something!

I think I’m running out of things to share though. 😂 Have a scene from one of my AUs!

AU: You’re the Sunshine on My Life (formerly known as the Mated Pair AU set in a modern Thedas)

Pairing: Niamh Cousland/Bethany Hawke (OTP: In Search of Silver Linings)

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Niamh was at home out in the wilderness.

It was ever a freeing experience, running across open, grassy plains still wet with the morning’s dew. Leaping over one of near endless, babbling streams, she allowed the natural gravity of the world as well as the comforting scent of pine and earth to ground her when her feet hit the rocky bank on the other side. Her body was already unconsciously on the move as she came out of her crouch, sprinting through the forest of towering trees. It was there that ancient instincts sprang to life. She couldn’t help her grin, allowing her fangs to elongate with the gesture, as she basked in the sensation of complete and utter abandon.

Why?

Her keen hearing easily caught the rush of footfalls behind her as she ran further from her pursuers, but the act itself was a challenge—a test most daring to capture a woman who would not allow herself to be caught by anyone other than the best.

And was Bethany not the best?

Niamh knew her answer when she felt the woman’s magic sing in the air, followed by startled yelps and the sound of cracking tree limbs—a likely indication Bethany had just flung her would-be rivals out of the way. The chase could only end with one logical conclusion after all.

Darting past boulders, bushes, and fallen trees, Niamh traversed deeper into this sacred, wooded place, but she didn’t slow nor did Bethany. In fact, she could feel the warmth radiating from the other woman as she quickened her own pace.

The mating run had gone on for hours by then—long enough that the stars had already blanketed the sky to frame the twin moons overhead. While Bethany’s determination had never waned, Niamh could sense her weariness.

The fatigue had nothing to do with physical exhaustion of course; Niamh had long understood all that the other woman was capable of.

No.

Bethany grew weary because she desired her prize.

Bethany wished to claim her.

No sooner had that thought finished that Niamh felt herself tackled from behind. Instantly, her sense of balance was lost, but worry didn’t fill her. Bethany would never intentionally harm her, and that point was proven well when the world around her shifted with a final rollover. When Niamh’s back met the cool grass once more, it was with utmost care, and she looked up to see her intended mate looming over her.

The gleam of pure satisfaction blooming within the amber depths of Bethany’s eyes was an attractive sight along with her lazy grin. Bethany adjusted her weight then, shifting to lay her elbows on either side of Niamh’s head as she leaned down toward her. Niamh could feel the low vibrations emanating from Bethany’s chest as the other woman gave a quick lick across her lips, sending a bolt of desire down her spine.

“Mate?”

Niamh could easily turn her away.

The capture held more weight than the chase itself after all. The latter was a test of her would-be suitor’s prowess to ensure they could hunt and provide for her, but the former also allowed her to assess them. Per the bylaws of their culture, if Niamh found them wanting in any manner, she could demand her release, and they would have no choice but to let her go and find a more suitable mate.

But Niamh merely smiled as she cupped the side of Bethany’s face. Her thumb swiped across her lips before she used the pad of it to slowly caress the long fang peeking out from them. At such a close distance, there was little denying the way those honey-brown eyes suddenly went dark with aroused interest. Bethany shifted above her again before settling herself more firmly between Niamh’s legs before leaning down to purr against her lips.

“Mate.”

Passion accompanied that insistent tone—of what Niamh was to her and what she wished to do with her.

And Niamh found herself unable to deny Bethany.

“Then come take me.”

[emjiroki]

No sneak peek saturday today because I'm actively writing and simultaneously filling out applications for remote jobs!

[toastsnaffler]

GOT ALL DEAD CELLS ACHIEVEMENTS EVERYONE COWER BEFORE ME 💥💥💥💥

[satans-knitwear]

How much is the new console? Or a new secondhand console?

I have found a second hand console in reasonable condition for around £150 so thats pretty good!

Cant really sell my current xbox bc its held together with tape and dreams but i'll figure that out later.

Then £60 for jedi survivor itself. I can do this!