#cobalt convo

[squidpro-quo]

Just finished Revenger and I'm surprised that the story followed through on the direction it was going. It made narrative sense, he'd finished cleaning up the mess he'd become involved in, achieved his personal revenge, and found something else for his hands to do than weild a sword. He never stopped drawing her though, likely never would've, and he got his peace, on his own blade just like Yui did

A satisfying, if somber, ending and it feels fitting

[cobaltqueen]

I love my mutuals very dearly but i have to be honest if i were to meet some of yall in real life it would simply not work out. We would not click

[yeosbbm]

Cowabunga

Smut | MDNI

starring: surfer! yunho x lifeguard! fem reader

genre: mutuals to lovers, perfect match

summary: being a lifeguard is fun since you get paid just to keep the peace and keep people from drowning. it does get boring however…that’s until you saved yunho from drowning while surfing and he repays you back with a small date and more...

warnings: size kink, sweet/dirty talk, indirect exhibitionism (you don’t get caught/nobody around), oral (fem+masc received), fingering, unprotected piv

A/n: This shit took forever to write so if it flops then oh well I’ll just delete it allah please.

The sun is beaming and the cobalt ocean sways and rolls into itself. Today was a good day to be a lifeguard. A lovely view paired with rarely having to get down from your chair tower.

The most you have to do is yell “No trash thrown into the sand please!” Or “No fighting!” every now and again. A person hasn’t had trouble in the water except for once or twice.

It’s a calm low effort job. BUT, you really do wish it was more exciting, there’s only so many sunsets you can watch and shaved icees you can eat.

During your silent contemplation you feel someone knock and bump your lifeguard tower. While getting ready to curse you notice it was just Mingi and the others.

“Hey ! (y/n) .” Mingi says while lightly knocking on your tower. “Min. PLEASE. Stop knocking the tower.” You say pinching the bridge of your nose.

“We told him not to.” Wooyoung and San say in unison.

“You dropped your whistle by the way.” Seonghwa chimes.

You sigh while coming down from your tower. You look around for the “dropped whistle” but still don’t see it in the sand. “Where’s the whistle.” Mingi points and shows it was still around your neck.

“We just wanted you to come down since you haven’t left the tower all day.” Mingi chuckles. You want to be mad but you were a bit hungry and aforementioned bored out of your mind.

“The Tiki Cafe ?” You ask squinting from the sun’s brightness.

Mingi nods “Yeaa Tiki Cafe, gotta meet with Yunho anyway.”

You all head over to it. It’s a small cafe most people at the beach or locals go to. You all order your usuals and begin to talk and eat.

In the midst of a conversation Mingi looks over at the door and smiles. “YUNHO !! Over here !” He whisper shouts. Yunho walks over to the table and leans over onto it with his board.

He greets the other guys and nods his head at you. Yunho is Mingi’s closest friend as well as a known surfer. Him and Mingi surf together all the time. You two have spoken before and follow each others instas but your convos stay short and casual.

You can’t lie. This man is beautiful. His tall toned body paired with his perfectly set face, the cheesy smile and sweet boyish charm. You most definitely found him attractive.

You bring yourself out your staring when you notice a large crack running down Yunhos surfboard. “Wait what happened to your board.”

“Yikes man, what DID happen.” Mingi says grasping the nose of the board to ogle at the crack.

Yunho looks down at it and gives a shy smile. Gosh he’s handsome. “Dropped it on the asphalt. It should be fine..I’m still heading to catch the big wave today.”

“Really ? You sure your board will be able to stay up ?” You’re not exactly a surfer yourself but you know that cracks can be detrimental.

Mingi’s eyes widen at the news of the big wave. “Bro the waves about to come in 10, let’s go catch it !” You roll your eyes and ask for a to go box. Yunho pats your shoulder. “No need to worry, I can always swim if I get wiped out.” He gives you a playful wink before heading out with the guys.

————————-

You guys return to the beach. You pull out your to-go box and munch on your leftovers while watching the beach goers and occasionally watching the guys and their antics.

Yunho stops by your tower with his board. “Hey do you got any board wax ?” You usually have some but Mingi used up the last bit. “Sorry I’m all out” Yunho was staring at you as though he didn’t care.

“It’s ok, by the way there’s sauce on your shirt.” You look down and see the grease spot that you couldn’t see due to your lifeguard swimsuits’s red hue. “God. Thanks Yunho.”

“Don’t worry you still look good..I mean you always look pretty.”

“Oh..thank you, again.” You practically shrink into yourself after the compliment. Yunho fondly stares “I was wondering if..”

“ YUNHOOO THE WAVES HERE.” Yunho quickly turns before grabbing his board. He turns back to you looking torn between the wave and the convo. “Talk to you later ?” “No worries just tell me when you’re done.” He smiles and rushes over to the guys getting ready in the water.

Time passes and you see the guys close by splashing water on each other. However, you realize Yunho isn’t there ? Your intuition screams for you to look farther with your binoculars.

You see him riding a large wave. Focused and concentrated. But. You noticed where the crack in his board was began to split, and soon Yunho gets engulfed into the water. When you see him not come back to the surface you know somethings wrong.

You get off the tower and run down into the shore. You tell Mingi to come with you to help Yunho.

After swimming over and a draw boat comes, Yunho is finally safe. You, Mingi and Yunho go to the nearby clinic to ensure he’s fully ok. You waited in the waiting room while Mingi was inside with Yunho. Finally, Mingi comes out.

“Hey is Yunho ok did they- ?”

“He thinks you’re cute.” Mingi shrugs and takes his phone out.

You can feel the heat fill your face from the random info. “I didn’t ask that, but thanks ? Is he ok though.” You’re sure he is from Mingi’s calmness but still need the verbal assurance.

“Yea he’s perfectly fine, waves just knocked the wind out of him.” Mingi’s demeanor is unphased..which is a switch from how scared and worried he was initially, it seems like he’s even smirking from your concern.

“That’s good..thank god.” Relief washes over you but you can still see Mingi’s smirk.

“So when are you telling him you like him.” He says still typing away on his phone.

“What,,your bestfriend just almost drowned why are you asking silly shit.”

“My bestfriend is completely fine and I’ll let him know to text you.”

“What.”

Mingi starts to walk back into the room Yunhos in. “Just let him take you out.” He closes the door, and now you’re just sat there speechless.

————————-

“Meet me at the shaved ice shop at 8 ?”

That’s the text Yunho sent a week after the surfing incident. You already know Mingi told him to text you. You’re whirling in a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment.

You sit at a stool in the icee shop checking your phone trying to keep yourself occupied. Then you see him. In a plain black tee and grey jeans..outside of his typical swim short and sandals attire.

You both begin to talk. You expected an awkward conversation considering how you two were aware of one another but not close..however, you two meshed so well ? Finishing each others thoughts and falling into each others jokes with no hesitation. Such a smooth and clean interaction.

“I just wanted to thank you..the guys would’ve never knew I was in trouble if it wasn’t for you.”

“No need to thank me..it’s my job, but like literally.” Yunho let’s out a breathy laugh at your words, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Hey shop closes up in 5, time to head out.” The shop manager tells you while gesturing at the door. You both head out and walk over to Yunho’s car.

He stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “I have my swim trunks and a blanket so we could swim and hang out if you’re not ready to go home.”

“Do you always keep a blanket in your car ?” You laugh.

“No no but, I really did want to spend time with you alone…we can leave now if you want…” Yunho looks away, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s ok…come on let’s go.” You reach your hand out to Yunho, fingers interlocked you two walk to the lower part of the beach. You take off your clothes..your swimsuit being underneath.

“Do you always keep a swimsuit under your clothes.” Yunho playfully mocks. You roll your eyes trying to hide your amusement.

You both swam together. Splashing water alongside of Yunho trying to teach you some swimming tricks he learned for if he wiped out on his board. The moonlight and stars leave bright streaks in the ocean swallowed by the night.

Soon you both get tired and return to the higher part of the beach while Yunho lays out the blanket. You both started sitting away from each other, talking more and finishing things discussed in the shop. Slowly it became you and Yunho laying side by side, hands brushing against each other.

“Hey..” he tilts your head to look at him. “Yes…” He looks into your eyes and looks away before returning them back. “I know we don’t talk but..I think I really like you.”

You stare, heart pumping harder at his words. He bites his lip in regret “I know that was too random, sorry I’ll take you home.”

“…Yunho don’t…I like you too..” You’re both facing each other, close enough to wear you feel each others breaths.

“You do….”

“I do.”

In seconds Yunho’s lips were on yours. His kisses were slow and methodical, his hand cupping your cheek while the free hand was set on your hip. Soon his tongue was brought into it, slowly whirling with yours.

Now..you knew what you were about to do was bold. But you couldn’t help it. You got on top of Yunho, hands sliding down his bare torso on his damp skin. This kiss continues and you feel him bring his hands to your hips.

You begin to grind down, not as fast or steady as you wanted due to nervousness. Yunho understands though, and ground you into him for you. The kiss finally breaks and you take a breath..the reality of it all hits you and you hide your face away in an attempt not to be consumed by his gaze.

Yunho can’t help but to want to see and relish in your shyness and glassy eyes. He puts his fingers to your chin, making you look at him.

“Getting shy on me ?” He says stroking your chin. He brings the hand back down onto your hip and continues to grind you two together. You can feel his bulge, the sensation intense from the thinness of your swimwear bottoms.

After mustering enough courage you reach down his swim trunk’s waistband.

“Can I...” Yunho is reeling at the fact you can’t even look him in the eye. “Go ahead baby..” Yunho nods and watches you go further down his torso. You pull the shorts down and there it was. His cock springs up, unbearably hard and oozing precum.

You lightly pump him in your hand and he winces in pleasure. After bringing your confidence up you bring your lips to the tip of his cock and suck. Yunho’s head is thrown back, lips parted. You begin bobbing your head up and down, struggling to take it all in your mouth. Yunho’s ok with that though…he actually finds it cute.

“Fuck…you’re doing so good for me.”

He gather your hair in his hand and helps you make your way up and down his cock. You peer up at him seeing him with a face of content while also taking airy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth. That’s when he pulls you away.

“You’ve helped me too much, I need to return the favor…” Yunho swiftly lays you back and pulls off your swim bottoms.

Such a view for him. Your skin moistened by the remaining sea water sitting on it, body unveiled to him..breast peaking from your swim top due to it being disheveled from all the movement. He opens your legs, another lovely view..your heat is sopping wet. He groans from the sight alone.

He pulls your swim top off, it was barely hanging on anyway. Parting your legs, he leans down and places kisses across your inner thighs. Then begins nipping and sucking at the skin. Your hips begin to stutter up from anticipation.

“Mm someone’s getting impatient hm ?” Yunho lightly swipes his thumb across your clit leading you to sigh.

“ ‘need your mouth on me…”. Your face is beyond warm and hot…being so exposed has you losing your mind but in a way…gives you more sexual gratification.

He takes his thumb away and begins licking and nipping at your clit. Fingers making their way into your hole, curling in a “come here” motion. You find solace by grabbing his hair, gently pulling which makes him take it farther.

He laps at your cunt. Sucking at your clit while speedily fucking you with his index and middle finger. The alarming pace with his fingers easing more of your arousal out. “..Yunho..more, please fuck..” He takes his fingers away and starts making out with your cunt. You’re bucking into his face while his tongue takes you apart.

“Cum on my face for me ” You’re done for. His tongue finds the perfect rhythm flicking against your clit. Then he places open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

You cum all over his face and he licks up as much of your essence as he can. He comes back to your face and kiss you; tasting yourself and his lip balm. “We can stop now if you want…” he whispers kissing down your neck, his cock hard against you.

You shake your head no. “Inside..I need you inside..” Yunho loses it at the confirmation. He opens your legs up for him and kisses you while bringing his cock into you. He presses all his weight onto you while slowly thrusting his cock into your soaking core. You’re filled to the hilt..his cock stretching you while his tip thumps against your gspot.

It’s all so intoxicating. The scent of the cool beach and him mixing with your own scent. Combined with the wetness shared between your bodies and the sensation of his cock stuffing you full over and over again.

Your senses are overloaded. All your pussy can do is clench around his cock. Yunho is just as fucked out..feelings your plush walls tighten around him.

“Fuck. Almost everyday..” His hips meet yours in a harsher fashion. “Almost everyday I see you…in that swimsuit.” The drags of his cock are becoming heavier and heavier. “And I just think about having you all to myself..pull the swimsuit off you and fucking you…just like this.”

Yunho takes notice of how your cunt sucks him in with his words. “I bet you knew…I bet you wanted the same..” He slams into your cunt with the punctuation. “So fucking good.” Your moans are loud. Praying nobody is taking a late night visit to the beach because they’d know exactly what you were doing. You naturally quiet yourself by biting your lip.

Yunho stops your silence by snapping his hips faster while kissing you. He holds your face in his large hand while he fucks into you harshly. He pulls his lips away, his sighs and groans in unison with your moans and whines. “Who cares if someone hears..I need to hear you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and lose their tempo. He’s just as close as you are. “You gonna cum on my cock for me ?” Only moans of affirmation can be vocalized. After his tip hits the right spot a few more times you cum on it. Your arousal covering his cock and lower abdomen.

His thrust falter. He pulls out but his tip is still pressed onto your cunt’s bud and he cums all over your pussy. You can feel his warm seed run down your folds.

You both fully collapse onto the blanket. The air is filled with sex and the humidity from the weather. You can hear the ocean sway and Yunho’s breaths. Above you the still moon and stars. Your eyes begin to lull before Yunho rises and picks you up off the blanket.

He takes you both to the mini showers used for washing sand off and cleans you both up. You both put your clothes on, him helping you put on yours while asking if you’re ok and whispering affirmations.

Soon you both head back to his car and begin to ride along the beachside. His hand occasionally resting on your thigh during the ride. Soon you both finally arrive to your home to drop you off.

“Are you on beach duty tomorrow.” He asks drawing shapes into your hand with his fingers.

“I shouldn’t be.” You begin holding his hand, rubbing your thumb against his.

“Meet me at the shaved ice shop again ?”

[jaggedwolf]

beau/jester!

when I started shipping it if I did: I honestly don't remember?? I know I instantly found their friendship adorable, so it probably didn't take long. Definitely was shipping them by time of the escalated bar fight.

my thoughts: they just, immediately fall into being co-conspirators and being so charmed by each other, it's great? Even from the start, you have them climbing that tree in Alfield together, Beau listening with amusement at Jester bullshitting about pocket unicorns, Jester helping to decipher the mail Beau stole, Beau tucking Jester in after the latter gleefully goes on and on about Tusk Love. or basically what I said in this post

What makes me happy about them: that instinctive, vicious protectiveness and attachment over each other - Beau is so messed up about leaving the Blue Dragon fight first and says she never meant to leave but especially would never mean to leave Jester, Jester gets so mad at Beau's dad she sends him spooky messages just to fuck with him, Beau tries to talk Jester through her approach of the Gentleman as her dad, Jester worries that she didn't heal Beau enough in that cathedral fight and that's why Beau is avoiding her. I swear, there's a large portion of the campaign where they just want each other so much in ways that they can't seem to verbalize and it drives me and them wild.

Beau's confession to Nott about her crush is still so, so good and so, so sweet

falling through the sky together, grabbing at each other's hands and teleporting away, both their speeds combined, that ridiculous bar fight where it didn't matter which of them won but that they did it wholeheartedly, buying pets together they absolutely were not ready to take care of

What makes me sad about them: hm, you're currently watching the Aeor arc so you can tell me if I'm wrong about this, but there's a point there or earlier where it feels like...they stop going to each other the way they used to. Maybe it's towards the end Rumblecusp, actually, where Beau is no longer comfortable being emotionally protective of Jester and sticks to being physically protective. Don't get me wrong, I find all the Jester and Yasha conversations about Beau/Yasha endearing as hell, but it did feel...odd that we never get Beau and Jester talking about Beau/Yasha similarly, like they'd stopped sharing a metaphorical room too. I can kind of fanwank it as both of them realizing Beau's crush is unrequited, and that ends up making their friendship less intimate than it used to be. Which makes sense, but still makes me sad

oh and i guess it makes me sad that beau never actually gets to see jester truly angry, given their ship conversation. the canon post-hag group convo was good, but I would not have minded jester losing it at beau's offer after.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: it's actually been a while since I've read much critical role fic but hmm. okay this is not a fanfic thing but it annoys me when fandom does not understand that beau lies all the time! beau telling fjord that haha she once had the hots for jester hahaha is not marisha retconning beau's sincere confession but beau playing out a convo with the guy she's always going to think is better for jester than she is and more importantly, the guy she knows jester likes!

things I look for in fanfic: again, I haven't actually looked for fic with them forever. But back when I did I was there for all the hurt/comfort and pining fic forever.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I really do like Beau/Yasha - you have some very good episodes for them ahead of you, and it is a great ending for Beau in canon. I don't feel strongly about other Jester ships, other than NOTP-ing Caleb/Jester and Fjord/Jester XD.

My happily ever after for them: Going off on adventures all around Exandria, taking breaks to see their friends, Beau using said adventures for her cobalt soul purposes, Beau and Artagnan forming a very reluctant truce.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: for some reason I instead picture them sleeping with one of them plopped on top of the other, haha

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: hey, sparring is a non-sexual activity for these two! they have so much fun with it, and don't hold grudges about going no holds barred. honestly anything that lets these two be the co-conspirators engaged in chaos shenanigans that they were meant to be is excellent.

[zzrrbbitt]

How did you mod that support screen of Alcryst and Celine because I didn't know I wished for casual outfit supports till I saw it. Jade and Louis could also benefit from it cause of their big armor.

it's not a permanent fix, but with the use of the mod Cobalt there's an option to let units wear their battle outfits in support conversations, combine that with a mod that allows units to wear more outfits that aren't in vanilla (like BOAMO and Emblem classes & more) lets you basically let any unit wear any outfit during supports, bond convos, battles etc.

and yeah, i absolutely agree lol, i think these two can benefit from it especially in scenarios where they...really don't need to be wearing all that armor if theyre just having casual conversation

[tigirl-and-co]

[cobalt-draws]

I want the ship NOW!

[paragonevil]

META ★ You know? It occurs to me.. I talk a lot about how Aku doesn’t give a fuck about mortal life and how he’d straight up destroy someone that got smart with him, but... I seldom really get to show that side of him. I think it’s probably because in RP verse I don’t wanna straight curbstomp someone’s muse, even if they had it coming. I mean. I’m p sure it’s in my rules and stuff that Aku would do that, but I think the main reason I don’t do it as often as I should is ‘cause...despite the warnings, folks still act surprised when it happens. Had more than my fair share of threads dropped ‘cause muses got what was coming to them, and mun didn’t like it. Even after I?? Warned the mun ooc that shit was boutta go down if their li’l darling kept it up.

Idk what the point of this post is. I guess.. I’m just kinda? Bummed that I always feel like I gotta hold Aku back from his peak bastard energy ‘cause folks won’t wanna write w/ me if I play him true to his nature.

What do y’all think, tho?? Is that an unwarranted fear or?? Like??

[paragonlust]

Some shit Aku likes:

shapeshifting

on either himself or his partner; particularly uses this to split into multiples or give himself multiple dicks / pussies. Also, to do things that for most beings would be anatomically impossible or uncomfortable

oral

giving, especially! He LOVES sucking dick. It’s his favorite sex act tbh.

biting / clawing

restraining with his tendrils or essence

smells; esp the smell of arousal, blood, or fear

edging and orgasm control

getting fucked by multiple partners at once

pillow princessing ( on occasion )

lifting his partners to fuck them on himself; also pinning them against walls or the floor or the bed

raw sex

mutual masturbation

domination

usually; submission is reserved for partners that he has feelings for or for those that he really trusts

daddy

particularly, being called it; hasn’t yet had an opportunity to try doing the inverse

degradation ( giving and getting! )

light humiliation

has to be from someone whom he knows loves him / for whom he has a lot of trust and history; giving is no problem though

dirty talk

cross dressing on his partners

particularly male partners; making them wear lace and panties and stockings and women’s lingerie.

lace and or silk on partners

particularly any fabrics that are translucent / sheer

roleplaying

cucking, theoretically?

threesomes, theoretically?

A note: cucking and threesomes are a grey area. I’d think that there’d have to be a lot of communication, because Aku gets jealous and possessive very easily, if he has feelings for one of his two partners involved in that sitch. 

[skewed-logic]

Nightmare: [ has even 1 ( one ) bad thing happen to him ]

Mk:

[squidpro-quo]

didn't see any other posts about it, but this is one of my favorite parts of the finale, Ryuu's really putting his back into the whole move and I love him for it!

Lmao post cancelled, someone else made a better gif on twitter so go check that out instead!

You can really see the dancer in him, love that they put that extra detail in for performances!!

[littlefreya]

As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite​ about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics​ for the dividers

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss. 

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge. 

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”  

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip. 

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products. 

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese. 

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed. 

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals. 

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.” 

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively. 

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child. 

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face. 

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance. 

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?” 

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.” 

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.  

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter. 

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along. 

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp. 

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need. 

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac. 

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?” 

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat. 

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.  

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.  

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight. 

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

[bimney424]

Well, Ash and I were talking a little bit at the end of game and—

We had some textings.

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Yeah, we're planning of what our-- It's obviously-- Ending the campaign, we were together, and seeing where would we go with that. And Marisha being like, "What does Yasha want?" and "What does Beau want?" You know, and I think we talked about it and Beau wanting to be a career woman, and going hard with Cobalt Soul. And I think just Yasha being supportive, which we talked about at the end of the game, I think Yasha was really tired, and just tired of fighting, and sort of getting to the place of just being like, "I just want to just chill out for a while."

As much as we are enamored by these characters, no one is more so than the people who created them. Knowing that Marisha & Ashley had full blown conversations about the future of Beau & Yasha after the game is amazing. The fact that they fell into their characters & text as Beau & Yasha is just, no words for that. Talking about what their life is like & where they would live & all of those relationship convos you have with your significant other. I do still have hopes of a one-shot as does everyone else, since they did not diclose everything they talked about. And I love the fact that they both were not hoping for a relationship when they started the game & then they find themselves just letting it happen like it does in life. *sigh* They just need to be Beau & Yasha in C3.

[fawnandshadows]

Hi again!! Garden anon again! Here to say that our Elriel conversations make my day and I never want them to stop! 🥰

I love the idea of a garden hat with a bow below her chin 👒 and her getting frustrated when it was out of place and she’d try to fix it and accidentally get a little mud on her chin from when she was planting flowers. But she didn’t know and Azriel would see it and stare at her with a funny look in his eyes and she’d be so clueless😭✋

Please miss, tell us Azriel’s POV on this so I can sleep peacefully 🥺

Yours truly- garden anon

Hi Garden Anon!! I love these convos, so keep them coming!!! 🥰

Elain has the best hat collection — I know it, she told me herself! And Azriel definitely has a favorite cough one with a cobalt ribbon cough and imagines what it would be like to slowly untie the ribbon and watch as the cobalt moves across her skin, and then he imagines pressing little kisses there too.

He imagines what it would be like to take off her little straw hat and watch all of her golden curls tumble down and frame her face — he loves seeing her like that because she looks so wild, especially when she has a little but of dirt on her.

Azriel also thinks she looks adorable when her gardening hats are just slightly out of place. Because she uses the back of her arm to wipe sweat off of her brow, and every once in a while she'll knock into her hat which annoys her because she has to retie the ribbon, and she's had to replace so many ribbons already because they keep getting dirty.

So, Azriel definitely joins Elain in the garden for some rest and relaxation, and I like to think that he brings her some lemonade/iced tea/water because she gets thirsty. And on more than one occasion he walks in on her having a fight with her hat, trying to get it in the exact right position, but she's too annoyed to really do it correctly. Her movements are a little too jerky and she's a little too hot and she can't undo the previous knot, no matter how hard she pulls. After watching her for a few moments Azriel decides to help her, and while he's calm on the outside he's all nervous energy on the inside because he's finally undoing the ribbon that has been teasing him for so long — and he is imagining undoing so other parts of her clothing — and he's talking to her in a low, relaxing voice the entire time. Trying not to think about how close they are, or how his fingers keep brushing her soft skin, or how her scent is slowly turning into something headier. Somehow his fingers are steady as they reach up to readjust her hat, he's careful not to snag any of her hairs, and when he is retying the not he s doing it so slowly because he just wants to make the moment last.

It ends, of course. And then he invites her to the little bistro table, and he's ignoring the way his palms are sweaty and the way his throat is dry and parched. And they have their refreshments, but this time it's different. There's a little tension there because they don't quite know what just happened, but they both liked it and suddenly Elain wears that hat more and more despite the way the ribbon always knots itself, and soon she doesn't even try to unknot it because it just because second nature for Azriel to untie it the second he see's her.

hehehe I hope you liked this one Garden Anon!! <3

[adarquess]

A bit of an update on the assassin fic. I wrote about 5k more words on it then decided I didn't like them and started again from the earlier WIP lol.

I have managed to write almost as much and I am far happier with this version though, so while it's gonna take longer to finish I think it's a better product. I also have a vague outline for the rest of the fic which is nice. If I keep the chapters the same size the fic will be about 13k? Which... for me is a LOT.

I've been thinking about posting another chunk but if it doesn't do as well I fear that will seriously affect my will to finish this fic. While I'm happy with what I've got I'm not very self-confident so instead, have two conversations.

The first is a convo between Caleb and Beau, if you feel like it, let me know if you think it reads like her. The other is between Essek and Caleb because that's why I'm writing this.

Edit: Here's another chapter set between these conversations

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“Beau, somethings come up.”

“Dude.” Caleb knew immediately he had used the wrong phrasing. “Isn’t that drow on your subway route? Doesn’t something always come up?” For a lesbian who wanted to know anything about his sex life she sure does like to joke about it.

“That is not what I meant.” If subway stations had one thing, it was generally pillars. Caleb took cover behind one, making sure that people exiting a subway train through the same door he did cannot see him.

“No? So you didn't start a conversation with him about his cheekbones?"

"Nien," he denied, and then, "technically he spoke to me first.”

“Oh, Yes!” Beau crowed, “they’re gonna owe me so much!” Caleb closes his eyes for a moment and decides not to ask how much they bet on love life-not that any of the few words he had shared with Essek constituted a love life.

“He needed help.” Caleb tried damage control.

“Did something come up with hot boi as well?” Beau joked.

“Not that kind of help.” Why he bothered to say that was a mystery. “But it led to something that I need to investigate.”

“Are you going to investigate hot boi? Make sure it ends in getting his number and not a walk of shame.”

“Beau.” As any reply would just egg her on he just decided to forge on, hopefully, with something that will distract her. “I saw something while helping him, something strange that… that I have only seen once or twice a long time ago.” This even seemed to give Beau pause for there was quiet on the other end of the line for a moment.

“Do you need help?” He considered the question. If there are more assassination attempts on Essek’s life, backup would no doubt be helpful. Especially if what happened to the assassin was a one-time thing. Though, Esseks lack of surprise at the assassination attempt made it likely this had happened before and would happen again.

But. Well. Essek is not exactly a willing source like Beau is thinking. He knew the Cobalt Soul did covert operations, but he was unsure how they would feel about this.

Besides… unbidden Esseks face as he said his name came to mind. This was his mystery. It literally had his name on it. And he wanted to unravel it… personally.

Why did talking to his friends always make everything turn into innuendo?

“Nien. If things escalate I will be in contact. But in the meantime… can you do a background check for me?”

"I can run one, yea. Who am I looking up?"

"Essek Thelyss."

"Is that the drow?"

"Ja."

"Not having this conversation in from of him then."

"Nien."

“Fine. We'll keep working on things on our end. Let us know what you find out.” Beau said.

“Ja. Talk to you later.”

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and

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“After today, do you admit you need help?” Essek paused, returning his look.

“Protection, you mean?” Caleb nodded.

“I am unable to do this myself. I need help. Backup.”

“Technically you are the backup.” His hand came up to tap his mouth. “Or your presence somehow screws them up.” The last was muttered thoughtfully to his fingers.

“I’m sorry?” This seemed to drag Esseks attention back to him.

“I missed them today, too busy looking at the subway train bearing down on me, but there is always a second assassin.” Caleb felt himself stiffen.

“A second assassin?” Essek nodded.

“Do you remember during the first attempt, the person who stood up and bumped into the original assassin?” Caleb did remember them. He also distinctly remembered wondering if they had assassinated the assassin. “They are normally… closer.” They would have to be, Caleb thought, without him that fist assassination attempt would have been a success and the second assassin none the wiser.

"Do you know who is sending them?"

“Unfortunately, no." Essek looked regretful.

“Ah, that would have been too easy, I suppose?” He asked wistfully. He is unprepared for the sudden blanket of melancholy that falls over Essek. Clearing his throat he keeps his hands to himself and gets the conversation back on track. “So, backup. Your opinion?" Esseks expression is not enthusiastic.

"Well, walking beside me as opposed to shadowing me around might make it easier, yes?” Caleb feels himself blush.

“You noticed that,” he replies chagrined. Essek looks at him haughtily for a moment before sighing.

“No, if I had I would have saved myself the spells. Only when I saw you on the subway platform did I realize.” Which would have been a big giveaway Caleb supposed. Still, progress. Essek had accepted his help, which meant no more skulking around feeling like a stalker. And hopefully, some actual chances to ask questions and try and get some answers.

“I apologise if that made you uncomfortable.” Something conflicted flickered across Essek’s face before he shook his head.

“Perhaps it should but…” He shrugged and started walking again. Caleb fell into step beside him. He waited a moment to see if Essek would complete his sentence.

“But?” He prompted when the silence dragged too long for his liking. This, he thought, he could get away with pushing for an answer. Essek pursed his lips and glanced sideways at Caleb before a look at fond exasperation overtook his face.

“But it was you.” He said softly, looking away. And what is Caleb to do with that? Except feel all warm and gooey over it.

[luahecate]

convos I have with @galaxzice these days Cobalt and me are just chaotic neutral 24/7 LMAO