#just drawing one left me feeling unsatisfied

[kosmicdream]

I love manga and comics, but I gotta say. So many of the series i have found most influential to my work either won’t finish, have not finished, or finished in a sort of unsatisfying way. Even if they’re fine, its usually not like.. IT. This is a pretty common experience. I have had a lot more luck watching movies that have endings that felt worth the experience and I’ve started to try to read in hopes to get more exposure to “good endings”.. But i do wish it was more common in my favorite medium to like, have that experience! Even when the endings are pretty good (and there are some, i personally think “paradise kiss” had a great ending that makes me return to the series multiple times over the decades) - I also am like.. I dunno. Its never the highlight of the story, you know. Its not the main reason why you’d read it, is the ending. I would assume most stories across all mediums, the ending isn’t going to be the “best part” anyway. However, after finally finishing watching UTENA earlier this year, I can say that at least for that series (no movie spoilers pls, i still havent seen it ;n;) the ending was in fact, the best part to me and made the entire experience even more memorable and worthwhile to watch. Months later, I’m still kinda amazed that happened! Wish it was not so rare, but also what a treat to get to see something like that felt like what i think an ending to a story should be. Still not a manga/comic ofc, but y’kno. Still good.

Other strong endings for me were: Paradise Kiss (as I said above), There will be blood, Monster, NGE (specifically end of evangelion) … umm!  I don’t know.. Is that really it for me? I like the 98’ Trigun end, but i also hated it as a teenager. So its more of a “nostalgic” one to me, same with Princess Mononoke. I’ll include those just for the sake of having more to think of. There’s plenty more i am fine with and enjoy fine enough.. but i guess its a lot harder for me to find ones that last in my head as what i find to be a satisfying & impressive end.. Of course, endings are all based on taste. Maybe i just haven’t seen enough endings. I think this contributes, along with a plethora of other elements, why writing endings are so hard! There’s just a lot you want to say and it is such a long journey to get there anyway. You are filled with doubt with your executions of ideas, or maybe find the ending you thought of less satisfying than you used to think it was. The longer you spend with something, the more you might find issues. Plus, it really is so hard just to get there. You’re usually falling over with exhaustion just to get to the finish line, let alone do the ending of your dreams. I know when i get to the ends of my chapters, i’m usually so desperate just to get there, i end up feeling like they come out poorly vrs my vision for them. 

Yes.. i have been thinking about endings a lot. Its just something that’s always on my mind, with NRD nearing its close. It still is going to take time of course, but as I revise the last chapters I’m still like left with a lot of feelings with wondering how it’ll come out, if i can even do it, ect. I know i will, its inevitable. But after that, well, my big struggle with FFAK will continue. I know that NRD has given me more tools to handle a series as long as FFAK, but its still getting older and it can be harder to understand all the things I wanted to say with it, what I still can say with it and what is the most valuable to say with it. I can’t do everything! And i certainly have more ideas for it than I could draw, I’m excited to have the story close too. Before it used to make me too upset to even think it i’d cry.. But now i’m like yeah! I wanna know too. I want to share what I thought of, even if its not what readers might have thought it was going to be like. Honestly, with every choice i make in the story, i always have had at least 1 or 2 other options, and I get attached to the other versions of the story that i dont get to make. They all end up very different ends, but still more or less the same story regardless. 

Anyway, just some thoughts on writing and comics today…

[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 19. Bokuto Koutarou

[marvelfilth]

Professional help (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, brief mention of Peter Quill x f!reader

Warnings: AU, gynecologist!Natasha, assistant!Wanda, smut, oral, fingering, cheating, Peter being an asshole

Summary: your boyfriend makes you see a doctor to get yourself "fixed", luckily Natasha and Wanda know exactly what to do

A/n: I'm not a doctor, so bear with me pls

Masterlist

You sit in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. Your leg bounces rapidly against the marble tiles of the clinic, drawing the attention of other patients. You cross your legs, sanding a sheepish smile to an old lady who's been eyeing you for the last few minutes, wishing your boyfriend just stayed with you like he promised he would.

He's the one who made the appointment after all.

You sigh for a hundredths time and check your watch, debating on leaving. Peter will be disappointed, sure, perhaps even mad, but you still can't stomach the idea of admitting something so embarrassing to a stranger.

You've been dating for almost six months now, and after a lot of persuasion on his part, you've finally allowed him to take your virginity. Your jaw clenches when you remember the night. It was very romantic, sure, the wine was expensive and as old as your grandma, the food was delicious and his jokes were perfectly timed, but when it came down to it, you were both left disappointed.

Peter is attractive, sexy, and you know any girl would kill to be in your place, but when he took off his clothes and climbed on top of your naked body you couldn't feel a thing. You went to sleep unsatisfied. He went to sleep with a bruised ego and a promise of getting you right the next time.

And now you're here, ready to see a gynecologist, because there has to be something wrong with your body, there's no other explanation.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A voice pulls you out of your head.

You look up to see a young woman, smiling down at you politely, her green eyes sparkling in the blinding lighting of the hospital.

"Yes?" You speak up hesitantly, torn between following the woman and trying to make it for the door.

Her smile turns genuine. "Follow me."

You walk behind the woman, your eyes pinned to the intricate braid, strands of brown hair clinging to her neck. You swallow, looking away. It's definitely not the time to stare at a pretty woman. She leads you to the last door down the hall, opening it and following behind you once you step in.

"Take a seat." She gestures at the chair in front of the doctors desk. You swallow nervously when you notice a gynecological chair behind a folding screen.

The woman squeezes your shoulder

"Don't be nervous. Dr. Romanoff will take good care of you," she says with conviction. For some reason it helps you relax, your shoulders dropping. "My name's Wanda," she says, "I'm Dr. Romanoff's assistant. I'll be here the whole time."

You gulp. "Like… the whole time?"

She smiles, mirth flickers in her eyes.

"Yes, the whole time." Another voice enters the conversation and you crane your neck to see the woman striding into the room to take place in the white leather chair behind the desk. "Is there a problem with that?"

She eyes you intently. You feel like it doesn't matter what your answer will be, Wanda will stay either way. And now, looking at the stern looking woman you feel like you'll need Wanda's soft reassurance. Maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

You shake your head at last, not trusting your voice not to waver.

"Good. Now tell me what's bothering you." The redhead flickers through your medical file, barely sparing you a glance.

You look at Wanda for help and she sends you an encouraging smile, her hand sliding lower down your arm. "Um…" you start, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, you see, me and my boyfriend, we-" you swallow nervously, and Wanda takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers reassuringly. "We've been intimate… a few times. But it seems there's something wrong. With me, I mean." You cringe, biting your lip.

You can feel their gazes on you.

Dr. Romanoff's eyes narrow dangerously and you feel like getting up and running away.

"What do you mean by that, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her breath fanning your ear.

You gather your courage and meet her eyes. "I can't- I can't finish." Now that you've started, the words come out easily. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, not really, but my boyfriend-"

"It doesn't bother you?" Dr. Romanoff cuts you off. You feel small under her eyes, ready to fold in on yourself.

"N-no?"

She sighs heavily and closes her eyes for a moment. You feel like a child about to get scolded.

"So you're here because your boyfriend can't make you come." The words leave her mouth the second her eyes open.

You flinch, scooting deeper into your seat. Wanda wraps her other arm around your shoulder, softly nudging you to continue.

"He- he told me he's never had that problem before, and I… well, when I tried it myself, you know…" You look at Wanda and she nods in understanding. "It didn't work either, so he must be right. Can you help me?" Your cheeks are crimson red by now, you can feel how hot your face is.

Dr. Romanoff stands up abruptly, making you flinch. She walks behind the folding screen and you can hear her fiddling with something. Wanda squeezes your shoulders reassuringly and tells you to follow her. You do so without a second thought.

"Take off your clothes," Dr. Romanoff says, settling on a rolling stool.

You gulp, folding your arms in front of your chest. "A- all of them?"

Dr. Romanoff looks like she wants to roll her eyes before stopping herself and looking at Wanda, her brow quirking. You can feel Wanda inhale sharply behind you.

"Yes, sweetheart, all of them." Her tone's urgent. "You need a thorough examination."

Dr. Romanoff smirks at that, shaking her head almost unnoticeably.

"You heard her." She nods at you.

You look around for a spot to undress, but figure it doesn't matter if they'll see you naked anyway, so you hesitantly start to undress under their scrutinizing eyes.

"Let me help." Wanda's fingers skimp over your skin as she helps you take off your bra, your nipples hardening from the cold. Dr. Romanoff's eyes dart to your pebbled skin, her lips parting slightly.

And then Wanda cups your breasts from behind you, whispering, "I'll start right now, okay?"

You can only manage a small nod.

Dr. Romanoff must've noticed the state you're in, because suddenly she's kneeling in front of you, tugging down your pants along with your underwear, humming at the sight of a string of your slick connecting to your panties.

You close your eyes in embarrassment.

She cups your face. "No need for that, angel. You're doing good."

You shudder at the tone of her voice, slurty and breathy. Having no idea on why your body is reacting this way, you lean back against Wanda, granting her more acces. She massages your breasts, kneading and tugging until you're left breathless.

Then, as quickly as she came, she pulls away and nudges you into the other woman's arms. Dr. Romanoff leads you to sit on the chair and you swallow your embarrassment when she spreads your legs and puts them on the knee rest, sliding between your legs on her rolling chair.

You look away, wincing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Wanda whispers from your side, taking hold of your hand, "Natasha is best at what she's doing."

You breathe out.

You think her name fits her very well.

"How long does it usually take?" You ask, not daring to look away from Wanda.

Faint scraping noises sound around the room as Natasha writes something down in your chart, humming in thought. She hasn't touched you, not yet.

"Not long, usually, but you're here for a special reason, aren't you? So it's going to take a bit longer," Wanda says quietly.

You nod in understanding, finally looking down to meet Natasha's eyes. She's holding a speculum. You shudder, backing away. Wanda pins you in place with a strong grip on your shoulders.

"Please, don't. Can you use something else?" You ask. Biting down on your lip, you look at the redhead pleadingly. The last time a doctor used that thing on you, you were hurting for days.

"I don't think there's anything else I can use. I promise I'll be gentle," she tries to reassure you, but you shake your head no, gripping Wanda's hand fighter.

"Please, just use something else. There should be something else, right?" You plead.

Natasha's eyes flicker to Wanda, a silent question swimming in the emerald pools. After a tense moment she gives the younger woman a brief nod. She slides away and Wanda leaves your side, taking Natasha's place between your legs.

Dr. Romanoff takes hold of your face, gaining your attention. "My assistant needs some hands-on practice and this is a perfect occasion, since you're adamant about the speculum. You don't mind her using her fingers, do you?" She rubs your chin gently, coaxing you to agree.

You wet your lips, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. Natasha's eyes follow your tongue, her pupils dilating. You nod your consent and Wanda wastes no time in spreading your folds open and teasing your entrance. Your hips jolt violently.

"Try to keep still, sweetheart, or we'll have to restrain you." Wanda fingers glide around your folds, barely grazing your clit and you're already drenched and gasping for air. "You're doing good so far, angel, keep it up." Wanda smiles softly, gently easing one of her fingers inside.

You bite back a moan, gripping the cushion below you with all of your strength. Natasha keeps taking notes, occasionally glancing down at your pussy and exchanging quiet words with Wanda.

Wanda's finger pumps into you at a gentle pace, hitting a soft spot deep inside of you.

You didn't even know you could feel that good.

When her finger curls you let out a loud moan. Your hand flies down to take hold of Wanda's, but it's intercepted by Natasha's, who pins you back down with surprising strength.

"You're not allowed to move, remember?" She scolds. You nod dumbly and relax in her hold. She nods in satisfaction and looks at Wanda. "One more."

Wanda obeys and slides two fingers in the next thrust, pushing down on your hips with her other hand. You try not to squirm, but your legs still shake from the way her fingers curl inside you. Your eyes begin to water as your stomach tightens, you feel like you're about to explode.

"How does that feel?" Natasha's whispers against the shell of your ear, her hair tickling your neck.

"G-good, so good," you whine, desperately clutching the chair.

"Mhm," she hums, putting her hands on either side of your breasts, rubbing the skin in soft circles. "You're taking Wanda so well, kotenok. Make me proud and hold it for me, okay?" She asks as her hands cup your breasts, pressing down on your nipples.

You don't have to ask to know what it means, you just shake your head desperately, not daring to touch her. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, making your vision blur.

"Please, Natasha, pl- ah!" You cry out when Wanda adds another finger, stretching you out deliciously. She thrusts into you hard and fast, making your body move up on the chair. "I can't-" you bite down on your lip, pleading Natasha with your eyes. "Please, let me come."

The doctor chuckles with mirth, rolling your nipples between her defty fingers. "Stop."

Wanda pulls away immediately, making you whimper. You want to cry out, you want to tug her back, but you do none of these things, obediently laying back and waiting for Natasha's instructions.

You pussy clenches around nothing while Natasha takes her time stepping around you and taking Wanda's place, the younger woman coming to stand near your head, wiping her fingers.

"Natasha's gonna take a good look at your pussy, sweet girl, just don't move."

Dr. Romanoff's fingers slide in without any struggle, immediately making you whine and buckle your hips in her hold. She spreads her fingers inside you, opening you up even more and you feel like you're about to burst from the stretch. You moan loudly when she adds a third finger.

"Keep quiet," she says, pinching your inner thigh.

You swallow back moans as she starts circling your clit with her thumb, the added pressure sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a perfect body," Wanda murmurs, trailing her fingers down the length of your torso. "You deserve to be worshiped." She leans down and licks a long stripe from your ribs to the underside of your breast, sucking the tender skin there.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers burying in her brown locks. She hums softly as her arm slides along your waist, holding you tight.

Natasha doesn't waste another second waiting and sets a rough pace, thrusting her finger deep and spreading them with each thrust. "Look at you, malyshka, your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers," she smirks, bending down to kiss your inner thigh.

"Natasha!" You cry out loudly, your back arching. Lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently, and you choke on your moan, your pussy clenching around Natasha's slender fingers.

"You're doing good, baby, so good," Wanda mumbles around the pebbled skin, "You deserve to be filled to the brim. Fuck, you'd look so pretty with both of us deep inside you, sweetheart."

Your hips buckle to meet Natasha's thrusts and this time she doesn't stop you. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed and you come, your orgasm hitting you hard as spots of white cloud your vision.

Natasha's fingers don't stop moving inside you, if anything she thrusts faster, rougher, your sensitive clit pulsing rapidly.

"We're not done until I say we're done, got it?" She leans down to wrap her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, fingers moving inside you with a violent pace.

Wanda releases your nipple with a wet pop and focuses her attention on your neck, teeth leaving purplish marks on the tender skin. You cry out, another orgasm fast approaching and Wanda pulls you into a bruising kiss, your moans disappearing between her full lips as Natasha licks long stripes up your slit.

"You're doing so good, baby. Fuck I want to make a mess of your pretty face, sweetheart," Wanda whines and takes hold of your hand, pushing it past the waistband of her scrubs. You follow her lead and soon your fingers disappear in her wet heat. She gasps and bends to rest her weight on you as you quickly pump your fingers inside her.

Natasha pulls away to admire the scene in front of her, fingers lazily circling your clit before she plunges four of her fingers back inside, stretching you to the brim. Your back arches as you moan loudly, clenching around slender fingers. Wanda comes with you, burrowing her face into your neck as you both come down your high, gasping for air.

Dr. Romanoff presses a kiss to your thigh before gently prying strands of hair away from your face. "We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment, kitten."

[princeguri66]

Leave a mark

MINORS DNI

Monster!John "Soap" Mactavish (with Poly Monster!141 at the end) x Male Reader

Cw: it starts off with Soap but the rest r mentioned and written but not as much as soap, marking with markers, nothing else I believe lmk

Silly thought but like imagine a monster reader who has crazy fast regeneration. Like deep cuts heal in seconds. Maybe you're a ghoul who just has crazy regen, or something like that.

Anyways,

Wouldn't a relationship between Soap, who loves leaving bites and see the aftermath due to his instincts as a werewolf and you who literally heals in seconds be interesting?

He loves getting fucked by you, but everytime he leaves a bit unsatisfied. It's not because you can't make him cum or anything, hell you can pull multiple orgasms from the guy and you have.

It's just that he can't leave satisfied knowing that he left a mark on you. He has bit you so much but the marks just won't stay. With the other members he can clearly see the marks he left on their neck and shoulders, even with Price who due to his dragon blood heals faster but the marks still stay for a day or two.

So everytime you two fuck, even if his ass if filled to the brim and his balls are empty he still whines because he can't leave his mark on you. You're a member of the 141, his pack, so it pains him that he can't put a claim on you like he has with the others.

So one day you get a bit creative.

One night in your room where he's riding on your cock, bouncing up and down while you lay your back on the bed, your hands gripping his hips and slamming him down on you as you cum. He leans down and bites as hard as he can on you as the feeling of you filling him up makes him cum. Pulling away and only being able to whine because he can't even admire his mark before it fades away.

"Aw, is puppy unsatisfied?" You tease and chuckle. And before he could insist that he was, you reached to the bedside table and picked up a red permanent marker, "why don't you mark me with this instead?" You say handing him the marker.

He huffs out a laugh at your little solution, but it's the best you got since you can't really make yourself regenerate slower. So he indulges, testing the marker on the back of your hand, the ink incredibly opaque so it stands out against your skin. Then he draws a bite mark at your neck then adds "Soap's Claim" in big letters, covering the whole left side of your neck.

He leans back, the bright red against your skin and the obvious letters, he finally sighs a sigh of relief.

It doesn't go unnoticed as well (just how he likes it)

The other members of the task force noticing Soap's eyes seem a bit brighter and his tail has been swaying peacefully the whole day. And that's where you enter, neck bare for everyone to see (it's the least you can do) Soap grins, happy to finally be able to show off his claim on you.

And now they want to have their names on your body too.

It's all color coordinated too now, Price who loves to write across your shoulder blades, with words like "Price's hoard" or just a simple "Price" with a heart next to it, it's simple but huge.

Gaz with a bright blue marker who likes to do it on your lower back (because he can also rest his head on your ass) writing something like "Gaz was here" and likes to draw wings on you. (Wing themed tramp stamp with 141 between the wings anyone?)

And Ghost with either white or black who loves to mark your chest, either a simple "ghost" or "Simon Riley" on each pec. Also likes to draw a ghost doodle on top of your heart.

And if you five fuck together, you aren't the only one who ends up having ink on you, but you'd have the most. And when you wake up to find a big arrow pointing to your dick and ass that says "Property of 141" written in multiple colors, you'd wish you could show it off.

[glitchfiles]

get smart. [ljn]

pairing ⋆ bf!jeno x reader

word count ⋆ 1.8k+

warnings ⋆ SMUT MINORS DNI!, soft -> hard dom!jeno, desk sex, degradation, begging, nipple play, hair-pulling, spanking, finger-sucking, facial, …

note ⋆ i got new glasses and thought of this... nothing else to say...

“god, why did i get these?” you sigh, pushing your new glasses up your nose bridge as you scrutinise your appearance in the mirror. 

“what’s the matter, baby?” jeno interrupts your little pity party by lacing his arms around your waist.

“what do you think?” he takes a moment to evaluate your new look.

“they look… okay.” is all he says, with a shrug. 

“just okay?” you raise an eyebrow, unsatisfied by his lukewarm answer. he may as well have told you that you look like shit. “they make me look like a secretary.”

“i guess…” he starts but soon realises that he’s made a very grave mistake.

“you’re not supposed to agree!” you try to nudge his arms off, but he tightens his hold.

“but like in a good way, though!” he rushes to calm you down, the struggle quickly stops when he drops his head closer to your ear, “like a sexy, hot one?”

“nice save.” you roll your eyes, sulking with your crossing your arms.

“c’mon, if you were my secretary, i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” his voice drops an octave as he squeezes you closer. the warmth of his embrace and his breath against your neck has heat creeping over you, but you still attempt to act cold with him.

“i’d bend you over my desk every fucking day.” his lips ghost your earlobe before laying a kiss on your jaw. he looks up into your eyes through the mirror, eyes dark with lust, and coos into your ear, “should i show you how pretty i think they look on you?” 

you nod your head, fighting back a smile; he starts laying soft kisses along your neck, hands coming up to grope over your body. they slither under your oversized shirt, cupping your bare tits.

“take it off for me,” he removes your glasses, holding them as you tug your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties until he carefully places them back on your face. “so sexy,” he groans. the sight of you has his tongue swiping across his lower lip, hands trailing up from your curves to wrap around your body again. 

he begins to knead at your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples teasingly, making you mewl. your head lolls back against him, and he takes the opportunity to graze his teeth against your neck, drawing more sounds out of you. the feeling of him nipping at your neck combined with him playing with your chest has you reeling.

“turn around for me, baby.” you turn to face him, your eyes lock for a second, and then his lips smash against yours. instinctively, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in deeper as his tongue slides over yours. 

his hips cant forward as he lets out a moan into your mouth, growing bulge grinding against you. he pulls away, biting at your lower lip. the hazy expression on your face makes him smirk, dazed and waiting for what he does next. 

“feel what you do to me,” his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, digging into your hip as he presses his centre further into you. he presses his lips against yours again but only briefly, criminally so, but you can’t complain as he brings a hand between your thighs. a finger glides over your core, jeno lets out a chuckle as your hips jerk forward impatiently. 

“baby, please.” you huff as he withdraws his hand.

“isn’t it ‘sir’ to you?” jeno teases, while pushing your glasses up your nose mockingly.

��i’m not letting you roleplay being my boss, jeno.” you scoff at your ridiculous boyfriend. “just shut up and fuck me, you perv.” you whine, rushing to take matters into your own hands, haphazardly working at the drawstring of his sweats. 

“since when did you tell me what to do?” he tuts, swatting your hands away, “you want it? then go ahead, bend over and beg for it.” he nods his head in the direction of his desk to the left of him.

“thought you said you’d bend me over it.” you challenge him, butterflies fill your stomach as his eyes narrow, making you feel small as they bore into you. 

jeno could be the sweetest man on earth if you behaved, but you weren’t quite in the mood for that today; if you wanted to get nasty, he was more than happy to do so.

your breath catches in your throat as his hand approaches it, delicately wrapping around.

the sight of his jaw clenching almost makes your heart beat out of your chest. you feel yourself become light-headed as the web of veins on his upper body becomes more prominent as he tries to hold himself back a little longer; the menacing aura emanating from his makes your knees grow weak. your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you can’t stop your thighs from pressing together.

“and here i was trying to be nice, got some new glasses and you think you’re clever now.” he chuckles, but his expression hardens as his hand slips to the back of your head and firmly seizes hold of your hair. a whimper slips out of your lips as he cranes your head back. 

"don't get smart with me, slut." he spits out before dragging you to the other side of the room with ease.

he no-so-gently guides you to stand in front of his desk; he forces you to arch for him by digging his thumbs into your lower back. your forearms come up to support your weight as he lays himself over you, caging you between his body and the table.

“if i tell you to bend over, you fucking do it. understand?” his nose brushes against your cheek as he snarls into your ear, leaving it there as he waits for a response that doesn’t come. “i asked if you understand, slut.” he punctuates the sentence with a slap against your ass. 

“fuck! yes!” your head droops as you yelp.

“wasn’t so hard, was it?” he stands up straight.

“no,” you reply instantly this time, hoping your obedience will grant you mercy; you think maybe you’re in the clear as he rips your panties down your legs, leaving them to hang at your knees - not caring whether you kick them off or not, which you do. but it doesn’t; he slaps you again, making you gasp out. his hand smooths over the stinging skin, then moves between your legs, fingers spreading your lips open.

“like it when i boss you around, huh? dirty girl…” digits ghost along your slit to be pleasantly greeted by sticky arousal - his roughness evidently having had quite the effect on you; this wasn’t even the half of it, you knew that well.

he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock, thrusting up to brush it against your clit. your hips keen back in need.

“tell me how bad you want it.” jeno groans, pushing his hips forward as your own comeback, coating his cock with your wetness. 

“please, i’ll be so good for you.” your mouth runs on its own. the feeling of him between your folds drives you towards the verge of insanity. “need it so bad, please fill me all the way up.”

there’s no hiding the way he twitches at the sound of your pleas; as much as he wanted to torment you further as punishment for your bratty behaviour, he needed you just as much. he quickly pushes into you, burrowing himself deep despite how tightly your walls tense around the thick intrusion.

“thank you,” you whine as you feel his balls press against the backs of your thighs.

nails dig into your hips as he rears back and jerks into you; your eyes screw shut as you struggle to adjust to his size. 

“sucking me in so deep, baby.” he muses, spreading your ass cheeks apart to watch the way your cunt grips around him with each drag intently. “love getting split open by this big dick, yeah?”

“god, i love it! i love your cock so fucking much, please don’t stop.” you start meeting his thrusts, reaching a hand back, desperately trying to pull him in harder. he catches your wrist, pinning it behind your back. 

“such a greedy slut,” he slows down, grinding his cock into you even deeper and making your mouth fall wide open as he brushes against a spot that makes you see stars. you have no time to recover before he starts hammering into you; the room fills with the sound of choked moans, skin against skin and the slick sound of him stretching your cunt. 

his free hand skims over your cheek before he inserts his middle and index fingers into your mouth. you can’t help but swirl your tongue around them, he grunts at the feeling of it, strengthening his grasp on your wrist.

“yes, yes, oh shit! right there, baby!” your voice comes out garbled as you drool over his fingers, wet strings dripping off your chin and landing on the wood below. 

“gripping me so tight, gonna cum? fuck- feels so good.” he bounces you on his on and off of his cock like you’re a toy, using your arm as leverage. you can only ball your hands into fists, nails cutting into your palms, as he pummels you closer and closer to release.

“‘s too much, i-i-” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out, back arching painfully as your legs tremble beneath you as you gush all over his cock. he can only manage a few more thrusts, your warm, convulsing walls doing their best to coax his load out of him, but he has other plans. 

just as you feel yourself about to crumble flat onto the desk, jeno sharply takes ahold of your hair once again, bringing you to kneel on the floor. long, spit-covered fingers wrap around his cum-soaked cock, tugging swiftly at it in front of your face. his grip on your locks tightens as his head falls forward.

“oh f-uck,” he shudders, desperately chasing release. “look at me, that’s it.” 

you lock eyes with him, batting your eyelashes up at him expectantly. his rising moans become contagious - you can’t help but mirror them. the moment your mouth falls open, tongue poking out, and you begin to bounce on your knees in anticipation is when he loses it. 

“gonna cum, gonna-” he can’t look anywhere but your face as thick ropes of cum land on it. most of the fluid lands on your brand-new spectacles, just as he wanted.

“look even prettier with my cum all over your glasses.” he breathes heavily while wringing the last few drops of cum out of his cock, before slapping it against your cheek, smearing the gooey strings over your lips. 

“i hope you know how to clean cum off glasses well.” the realisation of how gross what you had just let him do was hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“don’t worry baby, i’m an expert.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. reminding you that he too wore glasses at one point in his life…

“of course, you are… freak.” you shudder thinking about the experiences that brought about such expertise.

★ thanks for reading! i have another fic done and coming soon!! in the mean time, feedback and requests in my inbox would be greatly appreciated <;3

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[princessbrunette]

asking rafe for a nutting vid? it's okay if you don't want to write tysm!

u r so real for this request !

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rafe was going away for a week, some business trip with his dad that he couldn’t get out of. naturally, you found a week to be a very long time — so the evening before he leaves, he’s at your place to spend some time with you. the time finally comes where he has to leave to go home, and you’re clinging onto him, teary eyed and pouty.

“you can survive a week, kid.” a smirks, squeezing your hips where the two of you stand in the dimly lit hallway infront of your front door, not wanting him to go just yet.

“its a long time… and you’re not a good texter. not even gonna get to talk to you much.” you huff, already finding problems with his plans to go away. he licks his lips, shaking his head as he stares off, cupping the back of your head affectionately as he thinks.

“well what do you want me to do, huh? not like i can back out of it. time will fly, you’ll barely notice i’m gone.” he shrugs, trying to be as reassuring as he can possible muster up. he was learning still, being a boyfriend wasn’t really second nature to him.

“buuuuut…” you look at the ceiling, trying to come up with another reason he should stay, moreso trying to keep the conversation going on for longer to delay him leaving. you stifle a giggle. “i’m going to be left unsatisfied. s’not very nice of you.”

“unfortunately, you are going to have to do some of the work for once n’get yourself off. think you can manage that?” he drawls, keeping his voice low as he holds you closely to him. if he hadn’t fucked you within an inch of your life earlier on to tide over your withdrawals for the week to come — you might’ve tried to initiate something right there and then to convince him.

“will you call and help me?” you bat your lashes, putty in his arms.

“gonna be with my dad 24/7. don’t think he’d… appreciate that.” he blinks and you slump. after a silence, he opens his mouth to speak — attempting to once again say goodbye for the sixth time before an idea strikes you and you interrupt.

“wait, rafey do you think you could…” you get shy on him, giggling and dropping your forehead to his chest. he draws back, shifting on his feet with a slight impatience.

“what? hm?”

you look up, a seriousness held in your gaze and you fiddle with his shirt button again. “could you… make me a video? to help me?” you smile and he thinks he’s being mocked so he sighs, lips pressed together petulantly.

“the hell do i look like to you, hm—”

“rafe please, just — just a video of you making yourself feel good… you know, the ending… with the sound on.” your voice is quiet, not quite knowing how he’ll take it. he lets out a long exhale through his mouth, shaking his head as he thinks before shrugging.

“alright— maybe, okay? i’ll— i’ll think about it. now can i get a kiss because i am leaving.” he puts his foot down, knowing you’ll keep finding reasons for him to stay.

you feel he has pretty much dismissed your request, so you dismiss it too— forgetting all about it as you sulk in bed that night, nighttime routine finally done as you prepare to go to sleep. infact, you’re literally about to put your phone down when your phone dings.

one attachment from rafe.

you open the message, but as soon as you do— your phone rings, the contact picture of him steering his boat flashing up on your screen.

“hello?”

“its done, alright — and you’re only getting one of these videos so i suggest you wait until you really need it to watch it. yeah?” his voice sounds through your phone and a grin spreads onto your face, realising what he’s talking about.

“oh thank you rafe!” you all but squeal and you practically feel him roll his eyes through the phone.

“yeah, yeah— and don’t let me find out you’ve shown that shit to any of your friends, okay? this is just for you.”

“of course not, rafey… do you want anything in return?”

“you send me any freaky shit when i’m with my dad and i’ll wring your neck when i get home. this is just — it’s just to get you through the week… because apparently you can’t live without dick.” he sighs tiredly, a tinge of amusement in his tone telling you he’s being lighthearted in his own fucked up way.

“thats your fault.” you giggle and he hums, the sound of sheets ruffling on his end.

“alright, gotta be up early so i’m gonna head to bed. be good, yeah? i’ll text you when the jet lands, you’ll probably just be waking up at that time.”

“okay rafey, night!”

you actually make it all the way to thursday without using the video. you were tempted — don’t get it twisted, but there was part of you that wanted to hold out, make yourself really need it before you reward yourself.

you find yourself home alone, missing rafe and horny — so you end up on your bed, finger hovering over the play button.

“alright, this is for you baby. don’t ever say i don’t do shit for you.” you hear him first as he adjusts his grip on his phone, using one hand to film his crotch and the other to pull down his boxers — hard, pretty cock springing out. his hand disappears off camera for a second, and returns with a glob of spit in his palm, smearing it all over as he starts to jerk off.

aside from sighs and moans, he’s quiet for the most part until closer to the end — his tip red and throbbing and he gets more desperate. “this kinda shit gets you off, huh? probably gonna hump that little hand like i caught you doin’ that one time. ‘was real cute, baby.” his voice is breathy and you can tell he’s practically talking himself through it, pushing himself closer to his orgasm.

he’s right, your hand is down your panties— rubbing your clit and spreading your thighs as you let out whimpers of your own. “fffuck. you — mm— you wish you were cummin’ on this right here, don’t you? yeah, leavin’ a mess. as usual.” he grits his teeth, stopping for a moment to grip the girth of it in his fist, letting a bead of precum slide down his knuckle.

“shit, you wanna see me cum don’t you baby. dirty fuckin’ girl — wanna see me blow this fuckin’ load for you, huh. oh shit.” he groans, bordering on a whimper before more moans and curses follow, dripping all down his hand before the video cuts off, your boyfriend catching his breath. you continue to rewind it, rewatching until you hit your own peak, whining and moaning his name despite his absence.

he’d had a busy day, so it was no surprise he hadn’t called — and you knew you’d get in trouble, but you send him a picture of your messy, drippy cunt afterwards anyway, simply captioning it ‘loved ur vid rafey <3’

he calls almost instantly, to tell you off.

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[talaok]

Okay . What about pedro × reader

Hear me out ...

They are dating for a few months but keeping it a secret the reader is also an actress and in her new movie her Co star is into her and with the interviews everyone is talking about in in social media . So pedro gets jealous and show up at her work ... maybe they fight or idk . I'm not sure about the ending

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: Pedro’s jealous of one of your co-stars

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst because I didn’t feel like doing a lot, and allusion to smut

A/n: why do yall like jealous Pedro so much!?

Pedro was not a jealous man, he knew you were his, just like he was yours.

He didn't mind the stares you'd attract from other men, he didn't mind the shameless flirting everyone always directed your way, and he didn't even mind having to see you kiss other men on screen... but there's a limit to everything.

He'd stumbled by accident in the comment section of your most recent post, a picture with the cast of the new movie you were shooting, and god if he wished he hadn't.

He meant to write a cute comment, because even though nobody knew about you two, nobody ever seemed to notice the borderline flirty words he'd leave under your pictures, and now he understood why.

He wasn't completely oblivious to the online conspiracies about you and Andrew, you had told him about it, about all the edits and fans and ships or whatever, however, there was a small detail you had forgotten to inform him about: the guy obviously liked you.

And who could blame him right? 

Pedro. He could fucking blame him.

It didn't take long before he was furiously stalking his own girlfriend's Instagram.

you look stunning darling

Darling? When the fuck did he start calling you that?

I think I just had a heart attack

Oh, fuck off

And that wasn't even the worst part. Fuck no. The worst part was the fucking videos. the interviews. The way his eyes never left your fucking body. The way he touched your hand and lingered just enough for him to notice. the way he didn't even try to hide his pathetic attempts at flirting even when he knew he was being fucking filmed.

By the time Pedro shut his phone, he was ready to go have a “talk” with this guy

But first, he needed to see you. Now.

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"God please if it's Gary tell him that I don't need to practice that scene again, I got it." you rolled your eyes as you instructed your assistant to open the trailer's door after hearing a knock.

"sure thing, but I don't think he can be so easily persuad-" her voice trailed off as she took in the man in front of her.

"Hi" she smiled at Pedro "It's-it's not Gary" she shot you a look.

"what, who is it?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the lipstick in your hand as you got up.

"Pedro?"

"hi sweetheart"

"what are you doing here?" you couldn't hide your confusion.

"Just wanted to see you," he said, entering the trailer.

"Oh," you smiled, before glancing at your assistant "I'm sorry Ana, could you give us a moment?"

"no problem, but remember you need to be on set in '15"

"yes ma'am" You joked, giving her a pretend salute.

She chuckled as she closed the door behind her.

"they have you on a tight schedule huh?" Pedro murmured, wasting no time before wrapping his arms around your back, forcing you flush against him.

"they do" you nodded, standing on your toes "So you're not gonna get what you came all this way for" you taunted, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

He grunted, unsatisfied, and pulled you back for another kiss. This one much hungrier.

"Is that what you think I only think about?"

"well you don't make much of a case for yourself" you laughed softly.

"that's your fault" he breathed "If you weren't the most stunning woman on earth maybe I wouldn't be so all over you"

"maybe" you shrugged, lazily drawing patterns on his chest "Maybe not"

"I need to talk to you," he said, suddenly more serious.

A cloud of dread dropped onto you.

"oh," you murmured, taking a step back "about what?"

He looked around the place before finding your eyes again.

"I want to tell everyone"

You frowned 

"I want to tell people we're together"

You were taken aback.

He was always the one opposed to it. He didn't want you to get caught in all the drama and gossip inevitably heading your way, no matter how many times you told him you didn't care.

"What?" you smiled "Why- I mean why now?"

"I want everyone to know you're mine. And I'm yours" he said " including Andrew"

You shot him a look "Andrew?"

"You didn't tell me he's obsessed with you"

"what? He's not"

"he is baby,"

"how would you even know?"

"I saw it"

"When? You've never met him"

"I saw the comments, and the interviews, and the videos"

"And you think just because in an interview he did what? made me laugh, he likes me?" you scoffed "That's ridiculous Pedro"

"I don't want to tell everyone we're together just because you're jealous of a guy I work with," 

"that's not why I want to tell sweetheart" he reassured you, taking a step towards you " I want everyone to know just how much I love you, that's why. And if that means that guys like Andrew will back off... even better"

"He's not into me" you insisted

A sly smile pulled at his lips "God baby, you really have no idea what you do to men, do you?"

"He's not into me."

"Sure" he mocked "and tell me, when was the last time he didn't do something you asked him?" He asked, moving some hair out of your face.

An almost comical silence spread through the room.

"That's what I thought" he nodded, using his fingers to raise your chin.

"Maybe he's just polite"

He leaned closer, his mouth ghosting yours "Or maybe he's just in love with my girl" he breathed a moment before kissing you deeply, one hand to the back of your neck and one to your ass.

"so what do you say?" he asked once you parted "You ready to tell the world?"

"Only if you are"

"oh you have no idea" he murmured, suddenly picking you up and pinning you against a wall.

A small gasp fled your lips, but he silenced it with a kiss.

"Pedro..." you warned him, tightening your legs' grip on his waist.

"they can wait" he read your mind "You're the start after all"

You couldn't help but laugh at that.

"you're a bad influence" you breathed, causing a smirk to land on his lips as he kissed your neck.

"sweetheart?" he suddenly asked

"Yeah?" you murmured, already out of breath.

"Whose trailer is next to this one?"

You paused a moment, pondering your options.

"Andrew's" you finally spoke, going for the truth “Why?”

By the look of it, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Baby,I think you know why”

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can I request something with Aemon coming back to his chambers after a rough day and his wife is there ready to help him relax? And during it she tells him how much she truly loves him and how wonderful he is and this time it just hits him real hard and then it's just fluff after the sexy times. Then after the fluff he wants to return the favor and just treats her like the pillow princess she is

Fall Into Me

Warnings: Smut. BDSM style relationship. Dom drop. Light angst. Aftercare. 18+ Pairing: Dom!Aemond x Sub!Female character. Word count: ~700

Aemond's face is weary as he enters the bedchamber. His brow is tense, his eye tired. However, the natural upward curve of his mouth draws into a light smile at the sight before him; his wife.

Obediently, she drops to her knees upon seeing him enter. Her eyes light up in his presence. Excitement swirls in her lower belly when she notices his expression. She can tell that he's in one of his moods where he needs her submission the most, and she is all too eager to please.

Silently he walks over to her, lightly gripping her jaw before sweeping his thumb across her plush bottom lip. As her hands reach for the laces of his trousers, a wave of exhaustion hits him. Involuntarily he jerks away from her. He is nowhere near to being ready, his cock still soft. Guilt blooms in his chest as he takes in her hurt expression.

"I..I can't" he says, voice thick with emotion.

He averts his gaze, feeling as though he has disappointed her. The responsibility of Crown duties is taking its toll on him. It is too much to spend all day having people expect things of him, to have to navigate his family through a war. He does not have it in him this evening to rule over his wife as well. "I have let her down", he thinks to himself, his mouth twisting as he tries to hold back the frustration he feels for not being present within the frame of mind that she needs from him.

Immediately she rises to her feet, cupping his face in her hands. His eye does not meet hers.

"Look at me", she coaxes.

When his blue eye meets hers, she can see his inner turmoil and her heart aches for him.

"What can I do?" she asks softly.

He shakes his head, shame and embarrassment reddening the pale skin of his cheeks.

"Lay down with me." She takes his hands in hers, guiding him over to their bed.

He doesn't resist when she pulls him down onto the mattress. He allows her to hold him close, eventually wrapping his arms around her and laying his head on her chest as she strokes his hair.

They lay like this for a while until the thoughts that race through Aemond's head finally quieten down.

"Thank you." He whispers into her chest.

He realises then that he has left her without a release. She had likely been waiting for him to return all day and he was about to allow her to fall sleep unsatisfied. He could not abide that, especially considering the kindness and understanding she has just shown him.

He rolls her onto her back, before moving down the bed, rucking up her shift above her hips as he does so.

Her eyes go wide as she sees him position his face between her legs. "Aemond, no, you don't have..."

"Shhh" he cuts her off, "Let me do this."

She offers no further protest as he grasps both of her legs behind the knee, spreading them and pushing them back towards her hips to allow himself better access.

He lets out a guttural groan at the taste of her when his tongue takes its first swipe through her folds. The vibration travels all the way to her lower belly, making her squirm.

With every lick and suck of her cunt Aemond feels a piece of himself restored, as his wife writhes and moans at the attention he is lavishing upon her. He becomes bolder in his movements, quickly regaining his confidence.

He pushes his tongue as far inside of her as he can reach, his nose nudging against her pearl with every movement. When he feels her begin to clench and spasm, he knows she is close to her peak. He removes his tongue from her, before diving back in to suck at her with renewed enthusiasm, desperate to push her over the edge.

The grip of his hands shifts from her legs to her hips, holding her against his mouth, as she tries to buck away in the throes of ecstasy. When she stills and her moans turn to quiet whimpers, he finally pulls away. His chin is dripping with her slick as he smirks up at her.

"Good girl."

[fieldofdaisiies]

for @polyacotarweek day 7: Free Day ✨ warnings: explicit content MDNI

Nesta, almost gingerly, steps inside the warm confines of the wooden space, wisps of steam gently coiling around her legs, embracing her like a warm and soft fur coat. With one hand still resting on the wooden door, she inhales deeply, greeted by a mixture of scents. The air is rich with the earthy aroma of herbs mingling with a hint of musk that beckons her further into the birchin. 

This is not new territory. They have done this before. A few times — many times. Their bodies moving against each other, with each other. Azriel taking her from behind while Cassian claims her mouth or them switching places and all sorts of other positions that allowed the three of them to come together, to find the purest of pleasure in their shared moments.

But even though the three of them have already shared a bed many times before, every time they do it again is just as exciting as the first time — nerve-wrecking and absolutely delicious. The males never leave her unsatisfied, always treat her exactly how she deserves to be treated – she is their queen, and they are her loyal servants. 

Nesta’s heartbeat is a steady pounding within her, her skin prickling with anticipation, damp heat pooling between her thighs when the musky scent of the two males truly seeps into her nostrils — arousal and sweat. She feels like she is walking on clouds when she takes two steps forward, like the steam is carrying her, making her feel weightless. 

Nesta’s lips curl, all her senses becoming hyper aware of what is about to happen when she strokes two fingers down the length of her arm. She tips her head back, long hair shifting over her shoulders and then draws in a deep inhale, the cool, crispy air still creeping in from the half-closed door, sharpening her senses. 

Her blood heats, skin tightening, and she lowers her chin, eyes already glazed over with desire, opening to a sight that makes her mouth water and her lips part. 

In all his naked glory, Cassian, his hair falling in loose waves over his broad shoulders adorned with swirls of black ink and coated in a film of sweat, sits in a sprawl on the a bench on the left side of the birchin. 

Nesta‘s chest heaves with a deep inhale when she meets his eyes, twin flames of lust burning in them. “Nes,” he drawls.

The corner of her mouth kicks up and she turns to look to the other side of the birchin. Cruel, stunning beauty is the only way she can describe the shadowsinger, casually leaning against the wall, scarred hands braced on his thighs, equally nude as her mate, eyes darkened with desire.

“We‘ve been expecting you,” Cassian drawls. The corner of his mouth kicks up when Nesta‘s gaze brushes him again. “Patiently waiting for our queen.”

“Thank you for having me.” A curtsey that makes all of them chuckle follows, heat now settling into every cell of her body; of course not only caused by the birchin, but by the males occupying it.

Her lids close, lips parting, excitement sparking within her, blossoming within her chest just like pure lust and passion. Desire.

“Sit,” Cassian beckons, slowly patting his strong thigh and she follows, striding to him with the grace of a Valkyrie warrior, each step elegant and coordinated, letting Cassian and Azriel see exactly what they should see, especially when she drops the towel. 

It lands on the wooden floor and is forgotten in the next moment.

Once she stands between her mates thighs, she bends down to kiss him, offering the perfect view of her ass to Azriel who groans at the sight presented to him.

“Don’t tease, Nes,” Azriel drawls and rises from the bench. “Your mate told you to sit, so be a good girl and follow his order.” He moves into the middle of the toom, wings spread behind his back. “Sit. Your front facing me.”

She does as told, turning swiftly, then sitting down.

Cassian’s hands slide around her waist, slowly, delicately until he grabs her breasts, kneading them so softly one could forget he is a warrior. She gasps at him pinching her nipples, her hips jolting in response.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian purrs into her hair, watching how his brother nears them, gracefully moving towards them, shadows swirling around him.

Cassian’s mouth waters, at the sight of Azriel, his cock, thick and long, between his legs, and the feel of Nesta’s hot, damp skin against his own. Her skin is so soft, and he loves to hold her, squeeze and knead and taste every small part of her. 

Azriel stops before them, and time stands still for a split second until he reaches out his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind Nesta‘s ear.

“Nes.” Azriel’s velvety voice is nothing more than a purr when he says her name. He lowers his hand and grasps her chin between his scarred thumb and index finger, tilting it up so her hooded gaze meets his.

“Tell me, Nes,” he breathes, holding eye-contact. “Are you a good girl?” A smirk spreads over his face. “Are you our good girl?”

The Valkyrie swallows thickly. Her desire is so acute, she almost wants to moan. Wetness slicks between her thighs and if she only lifts herself up, Cassian could slide his hard length into her. His hard length that now so deliciously presses against her ass. But she has to wait. Until she is allowed to do so. Until Az allows it.

Nesta slowly bows her head, or tries to. Azriel clicks his tongue, still holding onto her chin. “Words, Nes. Use your words. Let us hear your pretty voice.”

His eyes by now are also glazed over with desire, dark and endless. 

“I am,” she says in a breathy but steady voice and a contented chuckle parts Azriel’s lips.

 “Then make my brother feel good. Let him bury his cock in your pretty cunt, and ride him.”

Azriel strokes his thumb down to her jaw, brings his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Simultaneously, Cassian uses both his strong hands to lift her up, positioning her so that he can easily slide into her. Cassian’s eyes roll back in his head at the first contact, slowly sliding into her, her drenched walls hugging him so perfectly — she is made for him. They fit perfectly. 

Nesta rolls her hips, working herself down the last bit of him, and exhales harshly once fully seated.

Cassian‘s broad hands hold onto her hips, guiding her, helping her lift herself up, before sinking down again. They fall into a perfect rhythm of giving and receiving, each roll of her hips perfectly met by one of his thrusts.

Satisfaction curls through him, a purely male hum making his chest rumble. Nesta‘s arches her back, hands reaching forward to hold onto her mate, her nails denting the skin on Cassian‘s thighs.

“Ride him, sweetheart,” Azriel drawls. “And make yourself come.” It’s about her pleasure. Always.

Cassian groans and then curls one broad hand around the base of her throat, pulling her to him. His teeth sink into the crook of her shoulder, tongue dragging slowly over her flushed and damp skin. “And make my brother feel just as good, sweetheart.”

Her head tips back a little more, moaning at the stretch her mate‘s cock is causing her. Each thrust makes her feel every glorious inch of him, and she knows she is already close to the edge, almost ready to fall. To explode.

Cassian’s hand drops again, fingers caressing her hip. The way her body rolls against his is close to divinity. 

Nesta‘s legs braced on either side of his strong thighs, she arches her back, Cassian‘s hand gliding up her damp back, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. She rides him deliciously slowly, each roll of her hips is met with a deep thrust from Cassian‘s side, and when he pulls on her hair, her lips part, opening for the shadowsinger. He strokes himself twice, smirking down at her, at her eyes, glazed-over with desire. Then tips the crown of his cock against her mouth, precome coating her lower lip.

She opens further up for the shadowsinger, greedily sucking the broad tip into her mouth, moaning around him.

The first swirl of her tongue around the tip of him, makes Azriel close his eyes for a small moment. His scarred hand slides to the back of her head, fisting her hair, guiding her. “Fuck, Nes,” he groans when she takes him deeper, simultaneously increasing the pace of her hips moving against her mate’s.

Azriel’s heated look meets Cassian, and a grin spreads over both their faces. That’s it — that’s fucking it. Her fantasy that once became their fantasy as well, and now reality.

This is real and nothing has ever felt that good. That right. All three of them work perfectly together, know exactly what the others want and desire, and perfectly meet their needs, tend to them.

“More,” Nesta says, voice muffled, lips fastening around Azriel‘s cock again. She sucks him deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks so she can accommodate the broad length of him better. She pushes harder against Cassian in the same moment, wanting him to take her harder, fuck her how she is used to be be taken by him.

Both males comply, following her lead. Azriel’s cock hits the back of her throat, the same exact moment, Cassian drives his length so deep into her, she can feel a bulge in her lower belly, and flecks of white and black spark in front of her vision.

She brings up her hands, looking at Azriel through her lashes, and sees how a wicked grin spreads over his handsome face. She places her hands on him, now also taking care of the part her mouth can’t reach, playing with him, stimulating him to the fullest. She feels how his cock twitches inside her mouth, the muscles in his abdomen and his thighs flexing.

Once they have fallen into a perfect rhythm, everything around them fades into insignificance — minutes pass. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Millenia. They are caught in a frenzied sensation, a haze full of heat, desire and passion, so pungent and strong, they feel like they are getting lost in one another. 

The sound of two bodies moving against one another fills the air, accompanied by low guttural groans, purely male moans, gasps and soft gagging noises whenever Azriel’s cock hits the back of her mouth. 

The two Illyrians are fucking into her with the strength of Illyrian warriors, but never in a way to hurt her, to make her feel like an object. It is about her pleasure, first and foremost all, always. 

Cassian’s hand, the one not holding onto her hip, sensually slides around her waist, thumb finding the tight bud at the apex of her thighs with ease. Nesta arches her back, crying out, the sound muffled and choked, when her mate’s broad thumb presses down on her swollen clit. He starts to tub, toying with her clit, knowing she is close to the edge. 

Her walls tighten around his cock, and release also gathers in his own spine.

When he lifts his gaze off his beautiful mate, Cassian can see how Azriel’s body goes stiff as well — all three of them are close, and they will let go together, fall over the edge together. Explode.

Cassian hits home one more time, one powerful thrusts that sends his mate over the edge, a gurgled scream leaving her. Just like Azriel, he follows her right over the edge. He sloppy continues to fuck into her, letting her ride out her high, guiding her by her hips, while swallows around Azriel, drinking down his hot seed before removing her swollen lips with a plop. 

Azriel chases her lips, smashing his own against hers, kissing her deeply, tasting himself. Her soul has left her body long ago, she is caught in a haze, her vision blurry, blood rushing in her eyes, almost like sweet oblivion, satisfaction and pleasure still washing over her in big, tidal waves. Her limbs are like jelly, limb and tingly, but then she finds herself wedged between the two males when Azriel brings in his best friend for a kiss. 

He kisses Cassian with the same fever, the same desire he kissed her. She slides her hands around Azriel, squeezing his ass, and feels how his muscles tense. 

They are breathless for a moment, solely staring at one another. Cassian gently lifts Nesta up, but her legs are too wobbly to stand so she slumps against him. “That was perfect,” she breathes and folds a hand over her sweat-glazed forehead, a contented smile on her lips. 

“Oh, Nes,” Azriel drawls, leaning down so his scarred thumb can stroke over flushed cheek. “We are only getting started.”

Every move that follows is coordinated without any more conversation passing between them. Everyone knows exactly what to do, where to move, until Azriel says, “Your sweet cunt now needs some extra care, sweetheart. Cass, do her the favour.”

Devouring his mate sounds like music in the general’s ear and so he wastes no moment to attach his lips to her aching centre, once again dripping with arousal and laps at it. Her back bows off the bench, the sound that leaves her mouth like music in Azriel and Cassian’s ears. 

“Ass up, Cass, let me make you feel good.” The general doesn’t have to be told twice, following Azriel’s order immediately. Some massage oil, discarded in the birchin, serves as lube and once again the three of them come together, becoming a symphony of movements and noises, obscene and sensual.

Every thrust of Azriel into Cassian, drives the general’s tongue deeper into his mate’s wet heat, thumb toying with her aching clit, his other broad hand, kneading her breast. 

“Fuck,” Nesta shouts, head whipping from one side to the other, one hand holding onto the bench beneath her, the other fisting her mate’s hair. Seeing how Azriel, his large wings spread wide behind his broad shoulders adorned with inked swirls, moves behind her mate, in him, is a sight for sore eyes and truly the most erotic thing she has ever seen. Her gaze, glazed-over and heavy-lidded, lands on Cassian, grabbing, stroking himself and with a moan and the image imprinted on her mind, she throws her head back. 

It is the heat of the room and the act they are taking part in that makes her feel oblivious, white flecks appearing in front of her vision. She is so close, and when her mate spears his tongue into her once more, she shatters. 

Her cry of pure bliss and pleasure hollows off the walls in the birchin, reverberating through their bodies and is the last thing before the damn breaks. Azriel follows right after Nesta, and Cassian only a moment after. 

“Nothing will ever feel like this,” Cassian breathes. 

“No one,” Azriel repeats, and slowly pulls out, wiping a hand over his forehead, brushing back a few damp curls. 

Nesta grins in her fully blissed-out stage. “No one will ever feel like you two.”

[ja3honey]

Hey!!!! First of all, I’d like to say that you are probably one of my favorite fic writers out here and I’m always so excited to read your fics! I would like to submit something for the sleepover party (it’s my first time so I hope I’m doing this right). I wanted to ask for a Yunho or Wooyoung (you pick) x reader where they’re watching her favorite movie, like Romeo and Juliet or Pirates of the Caribbean, and the reader is so entranced she’s mouthing all the lines. The Ateez member notice, and it turns him on, like a lot, to see her so passionate about the movie. Right before the characters kiss on screen, he quotes the lines back to her, to her surprise, (he learnt it just for this), and then kisses her, and the two start having passionate sex…. Is that okay? Or is this too complicated? If it is, Dw!!! (Sorry I wrote so much 😅)

Thank youu baby, for the send, hehe. I'm gonna be honest with you i haven't seen pirates of the Caribbean, but i have seen a few different types of Romeo and juliet plays. But I've never watched the films of it, ahhah. Also, i picked Yuyu cause I'm down bad for actor yunho ahah

But let's imagine...

Yunho is leaning back along the couch his left arm draped over the cushions, and the other resting on your lower back drawing shapes lightly on your exposed skin. His legs were spread wide, his thigh leaning snugly against your crossed legs. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you watched your favorite version of Romeo and Juliet for what seems like the millionth time.

This was only Yunho's second time watching it—well as fair as you knew—. He had secretly watched a few scenes over and over to remember the lines. Specifically, the love confession. He knew how much of a romantic you were, so when you asked to watch it, he was thrilled to watch it with you so he could put his plan into action.

His eyes were stuck on you, watching the way you smiled or how you mouthed the words softly. Your eyebrows knotted when a character kissed another. Or how your face turned red when someone said a flirtatious line. You were so smitten for romance. And then, as the scene starts, Yunho can't help but grin.

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I swear. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"

Your head whipped so quickly that you swore it almost snapped. Your eyes were wide, and your throat went dry. Yunho's smile only grew, his legs spreading wider. "What shall I swear by?"

Your lips quivered a tear building on the corner of your eye. "If my heart's dear love—"

His hand that was playing with your back now slowly snaked around your waist, sitting up to tug you slowly towards him. You let him manhandle you until you were perched on his right thigh. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

He whispered that line, his lips so close to yours, and then you finally responded. Your fingers lacing into his loose shirt, "What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." You could feel his hot breath on your face. His hands gripped your ass slightly, grinding your body forward so your chest was flushed against his. You had forgotten the movie entirely now as you leaned in to seal your lips against his own. Your mouths move in sync like a play only the two of you can perform. Your hands, dance along one another, feeling every curve and imperfection. Neither of you could tell when or how clothes were lost or how Yunho ended up on top of you. But as the movie drew to a climax, he made sure you did too. Sunk so beautiful on his cock, he listened to your moans like his favorite song.

His thrusts, were so gentle, so moving. Like he spoke words of endearment without his voice. His fingers laced with yours, as his lips kiss any part of your skin. “My Romeo.” You’d whisper.

“My Juliet,” He murmured back.

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anywayyss hehe. I hope you like this. I tried making it more of a poetic thingy i dont't know. but also thank you for sending in an asks again. ♡♡♡

[rustys-lodge]

It is but a little cold

Request by : @xpsidedownn​ :  Please more Hannibal x daughter reader! I love your stories sm. I have a request, if that’s okay? Maybe reader gets sick and stays home from school (if they go) and Hannibal takes care of her? If you feel uncomfortable in any way pls don’t do this! Thank you 

A/N : I’m so so so sorry, darling. I have been busy with school. I hope you like it  ❤❤❤❤

Warnings : none, just a bunch of fluff. 

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A shaken up noise left your lips as you attempted to lift your head off the pillow, indomitable and unwilling.

“Dad…I’m not sure i’ll be able to go today.” You whispered, drawing in a breath of air and exhaling it painfully. 

Your whole body hurt, your muscles, your head, even your eyes ached with each movement of the iris and your body burned flames, all the while you trembled from the cold. You were ill, you felt like you were…dying. 

“Dying ?” Your father sweetly chuckled. “You are not dying,It is but a little cold.” 

You growned, unsatisfied with his answer. 

“ It is said that contentment preserves one from catching a cold.” And just as if he needed to make you feel worse. “Have you been feeling down lately ?” 

You growned. “Oh, please.” As you rolled to your other side, facing away from him while whimpers followed each movement you made, right until you stopped moving “You, of all people should not be mingling philosphy and science.” 

Hannibal chuckled again at your response, pressing his warm hand on the back of your shoulder. “I am only joking. What a better way to lighten up your mood ?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. Actually make me feel better, maybe ?

“Maybe try less boring jokes ?” You sugarcoated your own thoguhts, but still surpressed a laugh.And although you usually find yourself to be funny, he still was the man that kept you alive. And you’d much rather keep it that way.

“I’m going to let that one go, only because you are ill.” Your father flashed you a quick smile before getting off the bed. But you gripped his wrist and pulled him down, causing a gasp to leave his lips. 

Hannibal was a trained man, always aware of his surroundings because one little mistake, one little moment of relaxation would cost him his life, and much more. 

It seemed to you, though, that whenever you were around, he’d get calmer, like at that moment, if someone else would have done that to him, they’d be lamb for dinner....Not literally, hannibal is not a canniball. 

“Please don’t leave me;” You pouted. 

“I have to feed you, my darling. How else would you heal ?” Hannibal completely ignored your puppy eye attempt. He got up, again, tenser than before, prepared for another drag down. But you didn’t pull him again, you just gripped his wrist harder. 

“By staying with me, maybe ?” You sarcastically said, dragging your lower lip out even more. You thought, maybe if you looked cuter he’d stay ? 

But he didn’t. And you growled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Rest, darling. I’ll come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted” Your father bent down slightly, rubbing your cheek from above. “And i will come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted.

Thankful, you smiled weakly.  “No need, dad. I’ll stick to a chicken soup this time. I’d much rather you be with me, right now.” 

Jokes aside, you didn’t want to be alone at such a moment. Your whole body ached, and so did your brain. But your father’s presence eased that pain, somehow. And as much as you knew his lovely soups do ease the pain too, you’d rather stick to his presence, his smile and lame jokes. 

“You’ve won me over.” Hannibal stepped away from you, just a little warning step, before disappearing out of the room. And soon after that, his steps quickened, he was running. 

“Why are you-” Your voice cracked and you let out a loud cough. “Why are you running ?” You tried again, quieter this time.

“So that i can come back quickly.” He shouted from afar, and all you could do is grin. 

Your father was never one to take things lightly, smile, joke, even less play around. But there he was, doing it all , for you.

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❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[eliyips]

HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!

But also genuinely curious about the design translation from the actual skins to your interpretations due to the small but mighty details added in

Infodump as hard as you want!

If i ever pass up an opportunity to talk about my X design, it will be because I am either dead, or dying!!! neither are true at time of posting, so here you go! I will be going over my ENTIRE design process for Xisuma, starting with my initial design:

My initial design for Xisuma wasn't anything special, in my opinion. Most of what I included was directly ripped from the classic Doomslayer. Though, the face scars were inherited from fanon, of course. :) The changes that I did make were in service of having things make more sense for Xisuma. Namely, the belt buckle, and the fabric covering the arms...

The belt buckle is simple - bullets didn't really make sense as a design motif, all considered - but the fabric is more complicated. I have a couple different ideas about why Xisuma wears the suit, but I haven't settled one way or the other on some of the specifics, so forgive me if I'm a bit vague. Ultimately, It is just my impression that X is not comfortable having his body visible more than it needs to be, whether that be for health-related reasons or for personal/emotional reasons. I don't intend to ever draw Xisuma with his helmet off, because of that. To me, it feels like a violation of boundaries. To be perfectly clear though, that's just for me - more power to other artists who draw him without the helmet/armor! :)

By the time I was full-on fixated on Xisuma, I realized I was unsatisfied with this first pass at his design. Mainly, in regards to the helmet. So I did more work on it!

I feel like my re-design process for the helmet is a good example of the importance of using reference. :) I did a lot of unsatisfactory sketches before pulling up pictures of real helmets, at which point I feel like I settled on something I was happy with very quickly.

Specifically, I referenced motocross helmets! My choice of reference was mostly driven by my passing interest in sports equipment design, though motocross helmets are similarly bulky and have the same distinct mouthpiece as X's helmet, so I think it was a good choice. I also feel like the pixels at the top of Xisuma's skin can be pretty easily read as the brim of a helmet, so it works out!

Other than the motocross helmet influence, I also made the choice to add tubing to the sides and back of the helmet. This rolls with my headcanons about the purpose of the helmet, connecting to air tanks on his back! I also think it helps to distinguish him from the doomslayer, in addition to the new helmet shape.

The only other changes I made were to the helmet's palette, added a few additional grey tones for contrast, and the positioning of his scars. I decided I wanted them to be a little off-center, leaning towards his left eye. I'm pretty inconsistent with how I draw the scars though, lol, so it changed again by the next time I drew him.

At this point my design is mostly settled for him, and I don't expect it to change very significantly any time soon. I don't have much else to say about it, but I listed the other iterative changes I made to the design above! I figure I will continue making small tweaks to his design every time I draw him :)

That said... I have yet to answer your initial question! So I will answer it now:

"HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!"

My answer is that it's (almost) all in the eyes!!! I have already talked pretty extensively about Xisuma's eyes. So I won't dwell for too long! In short, human facial recognition is very closely tied to the eyes. The ability to see the eyes of a character clearly affords you a lot of flexibility when it comes to making a design seem approachable, or "friend-shaped." I painted over a screenshot of doomguy to illustrate my point!

My drawings tend towards being a little cutesy, of course, so that helps :) but you can see that the bright, saturated color, big distinct eyes, and less harsh expression all contribute to making him seem like he is less of a threat, despite this literally just being the doomslayer.

Another thing that helps is, again, related to the style I draw in. My art is very "clean" looking, not gritty. I use a lot of soft shape language and don't texture things too heavily. With Xisuma specifically, I also make no effort to make him seem intimidating. I use very neutral angles when drawing him, I don't frame him in a way that makes him seem intimidating or imposing, I don't pose him too confidently or angrily. Because he's not that kind of guy! Though it would be an interesting challenge to try and make him look as intimidating as possible :) I certainly think he could be quite scary, if he wanted to be. Just a matter of what I'm trying to convey.

... I think that's all I have to say for now! Once again, blown away by all the nice things people have to say about my Xisuma design and my art. Everyone here has been so kind and encouraging, and I really appreciate that. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to yell about Xisuma! If you have follow up questions, by all means, I am ready to answer :)

[coupleoffanfics]

Hello! I hope you doing well, that you have inspiration and good health.

I came here for a request, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea:

By chance of fate a villain transform Y/n into a child, with all her memories erased.

How the BatFamily would react? Will they tried to reconnect or something else? What will happen when the effects of being a child banished?

Thank you!!!

Thank you for the request! The idea sounds fun to write. I'm not sure if you wanted a headcanon or a one-shot. So I went with writing a one-shot, but then quickly diverted into writing a headcanon. If you are unsatisfied with it, feel free to reach out. Also hope you are doing well too and I had to split this into 2 parts as I went over the character limit again.

The night was winding down as everyone made it back to the cave from patrol. Everyone lingered in the cave a little longer before deciding to call it a night. That's when Jason drove in on his motorcycle. He didn't speed in like usual and he didn't have his helmet on despite having his Red Hood attire on. It was a little odd, but something must have happened if he was visiting the family.

He gets off the motorcycle revealing a young girl. Damian is the first to tell Jason off for bringing someone to the Batcave. Bruce is the first to recognize that the child was y/n. She looked exactly like the first time he met her when he was Batman. Messy [hair color] hair that hasn't been washed in god knows how long. Her bangs are slightly overgrown needing a haircut. An oversize work jacket that seemed to have been well worn and markings on her cheeks. He learned that the pink heart on her left cheek and the two [favorite color] lines on her face were from her marker.

It took Barbara a little longer because she was finding it hard to believe that it was y/n. She looked just like y/n when she was younger, but it wasn't until the girl talked that Barbara knew that was her. "Sir, where are my parents? You said they were here, are they still hiding?" Her voice was high-pitched compared to her older version. Her [eye color] eyes seemed brighter and innocent like a doe.

"Tt, your parents aren't here and you shouldn't be here." Damian hissed at the girl. She took a step back with slightly widened eyes not prepared for a harsh response. It must have upset her because the sides of her mouth was pulled down and her shoulders tensed up. "Shut it, gremlin! y/n come on." The mention of his estranged older sister made Damian freeze.

The young y/n looked up at Bruce making his heart tighten. He looks at Jason and has him explain everything. Not before calling Alfred to draw a bath for their guest. Alfred seemed unfazed by the situation, but the look in his eyes said that he was just as surprised as everyone else.

Jason explained that he was chasing down Jerome who was dragging y/n along with him. They were a laboratory and that dumb little shit was messing around with things. He disarmed Jerome who was holding some sort of ray gun. The trigger sensitivity must have been low because y/n was hit by it and became a younger version of herself.

A younger version that didn’t meet Batman.

It was going to be a long night.

Out of everyone in the family, Dick and Damian are the most excited. Dick has never been that close to y/n when she was younger or a teen, so this feels like a perfect opportunity to interact. Damian wasn’t around when y/n was young, but he often ostracized her during her teen years. Having a little y/n who hasn’t been harmed by his words is perfect for him to learn more about her. Since growing up y/n has rightfully avoided him.

Bruce, Barbara, and Tim are all in the same boat. Yeah, seeing little y/n run around the manor is cute and all, but it's not y/n. They’re the ones who are working towards reversing the effects the most. Tim and Babs want the old y/n.

Bruce may like seeing little y/n, but seeing the child just reminds him of how he messed up. Grown y/n does remind him of how he unintentionally messed up, yet he's able to converse with her. Having her be reset to a child isn’t atoning for what he’s done. More like what he hasn’t done.

Jason is raddled by the whole thing. He’s constantly reminded of the big brother role he had with her before he died. Remembering those little moments of how she looked at him with stars in her eyes. Then he’d be brought back to how he tried to kill her when still a bit fresh from the pit.

She’s always been too sensitive. Too soft and that’s why he attacked her before Tim. She’s an easy target. His mind has been cleansed, and he’d never lay a finger on her. Still, in his mind, he’s scared that he’ll somehow hurt her again.

y/n’s memories are erased, but she still seems to have that gravitational pull toward Jason. Anywhere Jason goes she wants to go too.

Dick is not at all peeved that she prefers Jason after being given a second chance. Of course, he is. His showing his acrobatic skills only to get the same dry response like the first time is disappointing.

They need to go shopping for clothing. Older y/n and younger y/n have a real contrast in what they like. The older one liked dark clothing and blending into the crowd. The younger one wants sparkles, polka dots, and bright almost pastel colors. Little y/n is grabbing dresses and Bruce finds it amusing. Older y/n always hated getting into dresses for a gala and often opted to wear a suit. Telling him that they felt uncomfortable and that she wasn’t pretty enough to wear them.

The first few nights y/n doesn’t want to be too far away from Jason. Forcing him to not only stay at the manor but be with y/n the whole time. If he were to ever complain about it this, Dick would roll his eyes while muttering, “You don’t know how good you got it.”

Damian will follow y/n around the manor. Watching her every move like a hawk. She doesn’t seem to be put off by this like the adult y/n. She actually might like it because she won’t get lost in the manor since she has a personal map with her at all times. She's also not alone, so that's a big plus in her books.

He’ll start up conversations and let y/n ramble on. He wonders if the adult version talks this much as well. That doesn't matter right now. He’ll introduce her to all his pets. Taking note that she showed the most interest in Alfred the cat. Will use his pets to lure her into spending more time with him.

Part 2 Here

[sincerely-sofie]

The piece you wrote awhile back about Twig's passing, has that changed at all since Opal came into the picture?

I’ve been considering that piece noncanonical because of how sad it makes me. Twig dying to a mundane infection after all she’s survived feels fitting in a very sad way, but the more I think about it, the more I feel like it’s a waste— both in-universe and at a meta level— for her to die in her mid 40s. Especially as I add in more cast members to this AU and consider Ark’s perspective.

She’s got so many people to stick around for. I hate the idea of squandering the potential in her interactions with Gengar and Calypso especially just to squeeze out one last drop of angst. And that’s not even to mention Opal, who wasn’t a part of the story when I wrote that piece. If Twig dies when I initially planned, the gal would barely be thirteen when it happens, and I can’t handle that.

When you factor in Ark as well, it’s the most unsatisfying turn around to his character arc. He’s just figuring out that life isn’t doesn’t hate him, and then the woman he loves kicks the bucket after a long, painful, illness that he’s partly to blame for? The ending line of that fic where he laments that it’s not fair rubs me the wrong way looking back on it. I don’t think he’d recover from that, and it’s such a disappointing ending to Twig’s life. She’d be so ticked that her legacy is one of grief and despair instead of fondness and growth.

Instead, I think it would be more interesting for Twig to live far longer than any charmander-line pokemon has on record. She’s a lot more hale and hearty than a charizard in her 80s should ever be, especially when you consider it’s remarkable if they live to 60. There’s an anxiety surrounding her slowed aging, and Ark in particular wonders when the temporal distortion affecting her will waver and she’ll finally pass. It eventually does happen— and Twig is still reluctant to allow people to be there when she does slip away— but she does let Ark be present at his insistence that she doesn’t shut him out during this final stretch of time he has with her.

Twig dies, and it’s not fair— nor will it ever be. There’s grieving to be done in the wake of a loss so deep. Everyone takes it hard, and Ark will never forget the morning he found Opal solemnly flipping through an old sketchpad with drawings Twig left for her to discover in the corners of each page.

It's the first time Ark has ever grappled with immortality like this. He's going to live forever without the person who showed him life was worthwhile. He sees her memory in everything around him, and a century later he still catches himself thinking that Twig would like a certain flower and that he should tell her its name when he gets home. He'll miss her for eternity, and her death will never stop hurting. But he'll never regret being able to learn from and love her.

Opal's been practically raised as a mortal. Grovyle's passing was her first exposure to death that hit her family. She'd seen Dad upset after they attended a funeral for a nidoqueen, but it didn't have the same impact as Grovyle— and nothing was as world-shattering as Mother's death. She bottles it up and hides from her grief at first, only letting herself mourn when she goes through the old sketchbooks she shared with Twig. After a conversation with Lucky, though, she finally lets herself grieve in full, and goes to Ark about it.

It’s difficult to move on, and maybe none of them ever will. But Twig’s death slowly becomes less of a wound and her memory becomes more of a balm. They miss her, and they love her, and her love for them is something they'll never go without feeling.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 30th [Sana + Breast Play]

[9:37] Sana rested her head back against your shoulder with a sigh as your hands slid up under her shirt.

“You take such good care of me,” she hummed.

“Always the best for my baby,” you cooed as you ran your fingertips along the skin of her stomach. “And you make such cute sounds I just can’t help myself.”

“I do,” she hummed and you could hear the smile in her voice. You snickered to yourself as you pressed some kisses to her neck while your hands came up, squeezing her breasts and drawing a sigh from her. Sana rested more of her weight back against you as you massaged her chest, clearly very relaxed from it all.

Eventually, you brought your hands around behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra. She moved just enough for you to pull her shirt off and let her shrug out of her bra before bringing your hands back up to her chest.

You grazed your palms lightly over her nipples, grinning to yourself as she pressed forwards into your touch, wanting more of it. 

“Patience,” you hummed. “You know it feels better when you let it all build slowly.”

“I’m impatient,” she chuckled.

“I know,” you murmured in her ear, dragging your palms over her chest again and drawing a sharp breath from her. “But I promise I’ll make it feel so good.”

You couldn’t see her lips but you knew she was pouting anyway. She always tried to get you to go faster. But she was never left unsatisfied from it all. You continued your ministrations, pressing kisses all along her neck and running your palms and fingertips lightly over her nipples. She tilted her head, giving you more access to her neck.

You left slow kisses along her skin until you settled on a sensitive spot and started to suck lightly at the skin. She let out a soft moan at the sensation, again pressing her chest forward into your hands and you finally brought your fingers to her nipples and started to rub them in slow circles.

Sana let her hands land on your thighs and she squeezed them silently, a little signal that she liked it and you pulled your lips away from the mark you’d left blossoming on her skin. You nipped at her the bottom of her ear as you added just a bit more pressure with your fingers.

“It’s so good at this pace, right?” you murmured.

“You already know the answer,” she hummed breathily.

You chuckled a little at her response. But still you brought her nipples between your pointer finger and thumb and started to roll them just the way she liked. She let out a moan, pressing more into you touch and you followed her, pressing your chest against her back. 

Her sounds grew louder as you moved your fingers quickly. Your lips found their way to her neck, switching between kisses, leaving pretty marks, and murmuring in her ear. Her nipples were hard under your fingers now as she started to squirm in her place between your legs.

Her moans were the sound that filled the room punctuated by her heavy breaths. The soft sounds of the sheets moving under her as she squirmed also joined the fray, along with distant sounds of cars going by on the streets below. The mix was like it’s one symphony, your girlfriend’s moans the beautiful melody.

Sana’s thighs started to tremble as he let out whimpers between her moans. Her fingers dug into your thighs and her hips moved, thighs pressing and rubbing together to get a little bit of friction. You kept your fingers moving quickly on her breasts, grinning to yourself as she let her head fall back against your shoulder.

“Are you getting close, baby?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck, yes,” She moaned.

“It feels good with just a little bit of teasing.”

“Shut up,” she hummed sweetly and you laughed.

“This is why we do it my way,” you murmured to her. “Because you always feel so good.”

“I know.” You were sure it wasn’t meant to come out as a moan but it did anyway.

You pressed kisses over the marks you’d left on her neck, making her bolt as you moved your fingers as fast as you could, roughly running your thumbs over her nipples and feeling her body tense and tremble as moans poured off her lips.

Finally she let out a soft cry as she finally fell over her edge. Her whole body shook as she gripped at your thighs and curled forwards. Her legs trembled and spasmed from the force of her orgasm and her moans continued until her high passed and she started to catch her breath.

You wrapped your arms around her gently, pulling her close and sitting up with her as she panted. Sana hummed, relaxing back against you as you soothed your hands over her thighs. You let her relax just a little longer before pressing a hand between her legs, drawing a sharp breath from her as your fingers brushed past her clit and gathered her arousal.

“Catch your breath quickly, baby.” You hummed. “You know I’m just getting started.”

[boliv-jenta]

Din Djarin x f!reader

Dave York x f!reader

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Based on this post and comments made by @sheepdogchick3 and @bonezone44

Warnings: Smut. Stalker behaviour. Dub con. Lying. Betrayal.

What has he become? The kid changed him in so many ways that when you came along in his absence it was easy for you to slip into his life. The affection he had for the child he could now devote to you. In his own way.

He wasn't open with it of course. He could never be that forward. He'd do little acts of service. He'd tidy your workbench. Bring your favourite food from the market when it was his turn to go. When it was your turn, he'd watch you from afar, just to keep you safe. He'd do anything to keep you safe. Even shed his armour and helmet to follow you on your supple runs. The Armour said he was Mandalorian no more until he bathed in the Living Waters. He may as well take advantage.

He told himself it was the cramped, dingy cantina that made his blood run hot. Not the man giving you attention. Not the way his fingers skimmed your bare arm or how you curve your spine towards him to draw his attention to your breasts barely concealed by your dress.

Then it was the night air on the arid planet. Not the way the man led you by the hand down a dark alleyway. Not the way he palms your breasts or dips his fingers into your underwear.

Then it was the ridiculous clothes he wore to fit in. Not the wet sound of your cunt being filled. Not your moans audible even over the muffled music of the cantina. Not him vigorously pumping his cock until he spilled his seed onto the sand at his feet.

When he returned to the ship, he thought you'd brought the man back with you for a second. He could hear you moaning as he snuck in. With his cock twitching, he listened intently only to discover that you were alone. That man had the honour of sliding inside your beautiful body and hadn't even satisfied you. This was the case with your next two encounters. At least one of them made you come, just not as much as you'd like. Din had watched from the shadows as the man fucked you from behind, bend over a crate with you dress around your hips and your tits spilling out. Din didn't even touch himself that time. Instead he committed it all to memory. Later he would bite down on his gloves as he painted his armour.

It all got to the point where Din couldn't stand to see you unsatisfied. Mandalorians weren't supposed to have sex before marriage but then again he was a Mandalorian no longer. Even if he was, it would be you he'd want to lay with first, and forever.

Din was surprised at how easily he caught your attention, unlike the times he'd watched you before, you pursued him. Your laughter was even more melodious without his helmet as you touched his bicep. The same touch found his thigh and he thought he might come there and then. You didn't seem to notice or mind his inexperience when you kiss. Or when his hands roam up body as he pushes you into the wall at the back of the cantina.

“How do you want me?” You purr.

In the shadows, Din felt bold enough to answer. “I want to take you from behind.”

Din's cock swells even further as you bend over a nearby barrel and hitch up your skirt for him. The beautiful pussy he'd fantasised about was now spread out to be taken by him. As he lined himself up he could feel the heat radiating from you. He doubted his ability to last.

When he pauses you look over your shoulder. “Sorry, it's been a while. Doubt I'm going to last in this gorgeous pussy.” He lies so easily to you he worries what type of man is left now that the Mandalorian is gone.

All thoughts leave his brain when you tell him that you don't mind. “I think it's hot to cause a guy to lose it so quickly.”

Din is glad of this confession as he slides in and knows a heaven he had never even dreamed of. It's all over in seconds. He thrust maybe two, three times. He hears you gasp at his size and praise The Maker. He feels you warm and tight around him then he's gone. His sizable load is flooding your pussy in waves. For a moment he stays deep imagining it taking and leaving no doubt about who you belong to.

“S-sorry.” He slurs, more drunk from your pussy than the alcohol.

“It's okay. Like I said, it's hot. Especially a big, sexy guy like you.” You start to fix your clothing.

“Let me make it up to you? Show me how to make you come?” He tries not to sound as desperate as he feels.

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to get back.”

Your fix your heels back in place, he'd fucked you so deep that they slipped off your feet as you whole body shuddered forward.

“What? You have a boyfriend or something?” Din tries to sound casual.

“Or something. He's so…” you sigh wistfully and Din's heart nearly explodes faster than his dick. “I don't even think he sees me though.”

With a quick kiss to his cheek and a thank you, you're gone.

“I see you.” He mutters into the night.

Dave drags his boneless body up from his bed when the door to his apartment slams shut. He doubts that his roommate will just barge into his room but better safe than sorry. Even Dave would have a hard time explaining the panties haphazardly shoved back into their ziplock bag, while he's spread out naked, sweat cooling on his skin and cum still leaking from his softening cock.

Hearing various doors slamming in the kitchen, Dave knows that the route to the bathroom is clear. Throwing on some grey sweatpants and a white tee, he emerges from the bathroom grabbing the uncorked bottle of wine you have left on the kitchen counter along with a glass for himself. He'll sit and play the role of the understanding roommate. He'll listen while you offload about your crappy date and unsatisfying sex life. He'll make all the right noises in all the right places despite never having sex himself.

In high school he was too focused on earning his football scholarship to let girls distract him. Then he was taken down hard by a spiteful teammate. His football scholarship disappeared and he needed to find a new way out of town. The army seemed as good a way as any. He went to college, he let women suck his cock and jerk him off, he had needs after all. He'd make them come on his fingers or his tongue. He could never bring himself to cross that final line. Some part of himself still idealised his grandparents' marriage. He wanted what they had. They were each other's firsts. They were only in love with each other for their entire lifetime. Even by his early twenties. Dave had already been betrayed by too many people in his life. He wanted an unshakeable partnership. He wanted her.

They'd met on Dave's first day on the army base. She shadowed the doctor that performed his physical. With her brow furrowed and her lips parted in concentration, Dave thought that she was the most beautiful woman that he had even seen. Life took them on different paths but Dave never lost contact with her. He kept watch from afar as she went to medical school. He looked on with pride at her scores and fell deeper in love with her with each comment from his tutors. He followed her hobbies, she made the local papers a couple of times for her help in the community. He dutifully cut the article from the paper and stuck it in his notebook. In it he kept tokens to remind him of her. Ticket stubs from movies he'd gone to with her while she was on a date. The hotel key from the room he rented that overlooked her’s on that anniversary trip with her boyfriend. Dave had milked his cock dry that weekend watching her ride her boyfriend like a woman possessed. She took his cock so well too when he slammed into her. There was no way Dave could settle for anyone else for his first time.

Yet he bided his time. He didn't think it was fair to not let her get to know him first before he made his move. He already knew everything about her. His new CIA connections helped with that. His training even helped him break into her apartment. He spent an hour searching for her secrets. He found her vibrator stuffed in her underwear drawer. It looked clean but he couldn't help but greedily shove the shaft into his mouth on the off chance that he could taste her. He took a pair of panties from her bathroom hamper. He rooted through her medicine cabinet and hardened in his pants at the thought of sliding his bare cock inside of her when he found her birth control pills. It took all his self control to walk out without fucking his fist. She'd moved out soon after, convinced that her roommate’s boyfriend stole your underwear. Dave decided that he had to be careful. No more sneaking around.

“I don't know. Maybe I'm just cursed.” You sum up the tale of your bad date to Dave. Downing the remainder of your glass, you eye him. “Anyway, enough about me. You not up to dating yet?”

Dave clears his throat. You two are roommates. Roomates share, right?

”Actually. I don't date.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise at his words. Dave is gorgeous, funny, smart, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fought to keep him out of your night time fantasies.

“I have, had, this crush and I sort of idealised it. My grandparents were only ever with each other and they loved each other fiercely. I know I'll never be with her but I haven't found anyone else I want to lose it to.” Dave confessed to the bottom of his wine glass.

Dave had been nothing but sweet to you the past few months. Yet his confession endeared him even more to you. “So are you still saving it for someone you want to spend the rest of your life with or…?”

“No. If it's not her. It's not worth holding onto. I just want to find someone I trust to enjoy the moment with.” His words charged the air. A current ran through you, connecting the two of you and drawing you close.

Just before your lips met so there were no mistakes, you asked. “Do you trust me, Dave?” He answered by crushing his lips to yours.

Dave might have been a virgin but he definitely had experience. After he made you come on his fingers you led him to your bedroom.

He was even more gorgeous naked in the low light of your bedroom. You'd laid him back on your bed and sat next to him.

“I have condoms but I'm clean and on the pill. Might make your first time more special if we go without.” A shyness suddenly came over you. Dave kissed it away.

“I'd like to go without.” His large hands held your hips as you straddled him.

Slowly you sunk down until he was fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes rolled back into his head as you did before screwing shut as he came hard with a moan.

“Shit. Sorry. I'm sorry. I…”

You hushed him to kiss his lips. “It's alright. We can try again, if you like.”

“I'd like that.” He kissed your lips then your forehead where he lingered to catch his breath from the best orgasm he'd even had.

He would definitely try again and keep trying while the fake birth control pills he replaced yours with did nothing to protect you. He'd given up on sneaking around. If he couldn't make a connection with you the old fashioned way he'd make sure you were bonded for life. He knew you so well that he knew he was your soul mate, he just had to keep you close to give you time to realise it.

Marcus Pike. Sweet, good, respectable Marcus Pike was sitting on his living room sofa breathing hard and desperately trying not to blow his load as his older sister's best friend rolled a condom onto his eager dick.

He tried to think of baseball, of that teacher that he had for a while in Spanish class who hated him for being bilingual. He thought about the time he watched a few minutes of a dirty movie and came in his pants, the embarrassment burned his skin for weeks afterwards. He didn't know if he could ever face you again if he came before he was even inside you.

Marcus had been in love with you for two years. Even since you moved here after your parents divorce. You were the star of all of his late night fantasies.

There was only eleven months between you, you were still a sweet sixteen year old when you met. His older sister used to give him a hard time about him hanging around you both. You would just smile and say that he wasn't bothering you. With you being new to school, Marcus would look after you. After six months things between your parents turned nasty and you started to rebel. By seventeen, you had earned quite the reputation. Marcus knew that you lost your virginity to a college kid in the stock room of a local video store. He knew that when the head cheerleader caught you giving her boyfriend a blow job, you'd stop her complaining by lifting up her tiny skirt and making her come too.

As he turned eighteen his friends started to lose their virginity. He'd come close himself once but he stopped himself when he realised that he wanted you to take it. His desire was driven by overhearing you talk with his sister. Telling her all the dirty details and how good it all felt. His desires became harder to ignore the first holiday you came back from college to stay with them, while avoiding your parents.

The guest bed creaked as you touched yourself, believing that the whole family was out. That night Marcus took an extra long shower replaying your breathy moans in his head. The next night everyone truly was out, except for Marcus, when you returned home slightly drunk. Lazing on the sofa next to him, your hand high on his thigh, you told him how sweet he was after he got you a bottle of water. Your fingers combed back his hair as your peach sweet breath fanned his face. The alcohol on your tongue burned his as you kissed him. When your hand accidentally brushed against his hard on and he gasped, you only moved closer to deepen the kiss.

“My sweet Marcus. What do you want from me? Do you want me to swallow your cock?” your lips trailed kisses down his neck and he knew exactly what he wanted.

He had to swallow to wet his dry mouth to form the words. “I want you to fuck me.”

You smile against his skin. “You want me to fuck you? No, you don't. Not for your first time. You want to make love, you want to take it slow.”

Miraculously, Marcus managed to wait for the first roll of your hips to fill the condom. He gripped your body close while the euphoria washed over him. He mumbled apologies as you soothed him. “Don't worry. The first one is free. Let me take care of you.”

The second time, Marcus lasted longer. All the care he had shown you was returned to him. You let him gently explore your body. Showing him what felt good to you. Pride swelled in Marcus's chest each time you sighed or moaned at his touch. This time, the two of you worked together to reach your highs. The years and trauma melted away, and you were just that sweet girl he first met, laying vulnerable in his arms. That was the point that Marcus Pike forever became enamoured with finding a life partner that he could devote himself to.