#leafy waterfall

[viewsoftyria]

Views of Tyria - Auric Basin - Leafy waterfall

[darkmajesty-xo]

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

[aseuki]

It's time!!

Sharing my contribution to the Umbral Wings Tarot Deck with my art for the Knight of Water!

The campaign's in the final stretch and the deck is fully funded! 🎉🎉🎉 If you wanted to get your hands on some truly phenomenal artwork, I highly suggest checking it out! 👀

Here's the link once more in case you missed it: 👉 [Link]

Going to dip a little bit into the designmaking process itself under the cut!

The Knight of Water is thematically about sensitivity. Charm, romance imagination-as a person, it's about a 'knight in shining armor' type character who may help others with the matters of the heart.

I also wanted to note that another cool thing about this deck is that the artists were designated their suit depending on their art and rendering style! The Air suit focuses on more atmospheric type art, Fire is character symbolism driven, in the Earth suit you'll se a lot of traditional-style rendering, and in the Water suit you'll see a lot more anime-inspired art styles!

With these factors in mind, I wanted a composition that would pay homage to the classic anime bishoujo genre--sailor moon and utena played heavily into the design and composition--something with lots of sparkles, atmospheric framing, a pretty waterfall to tie in the elemental theme, and lots and lots (and LOTS) of roses. (Fun fact! If you look at each rose, they have a heart in the centre! Each one was carefully and painstakingly hand drawn!). The pose that was chosen for this card was also a direct homage to the classic Sailor Moon style transformation sequences (and also swan mating dances with the wings), with the element of a 'bleeding heart' visual cue so to speak with the red roses and petals to the chest haha--it was fun going through different pose ideas before settling on this one! Roses and thorns go hand in hand, so thorny vines were also added at the bottom so that they become more evident when the card is inverted! (The inverted card speaks of emotional upset, depression, hypersensitivity, and lashing out)

For the dragon design itself, I took the 'prince on a white horse' and 'knight in shining armor' aspect and meshed them with leafy and weedy sea dragons and betta fish from real life to make a unicorn-like design--a creature that is traditionally associated with sensitivity and emotions--with a classic anime magical girl spin. I wanted the design to look ethereal and noble, and still clearly a dragon instead of a horse! (It was trickier than one might think!)

That's all the notes I have at the moment! Overall this was an Incredibly fun project to think through, I know I've been absolutely vibrating off the walls to share this haha! Everyone else has also brought their A game to each card in this deck, be sure to check them out through the KS link when you can, I can assure you that each and every card is just as lovingly rendered as this one!

[sea-saur]

Out Of The Way (Omorashi Story)

Ok so I've had this story in my head ever since I saw this post and cranked it out last night/today. I didn't edit it very much, so this is basically a "typed it out, gave it some tweaks and a read over, bing bang boom" kind of deal. Just needed to get it out. Disclaimer: the events in the story are consensual, the couple has done things like this before and any distress mentioned is agreed upon in the context of the story. Also, it's kind of long. Here ya go:

It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and Cyan and Indy were on a date at the mall. They’ve been there for the past three hours, Cyan mostly interested in the bookstore (Cyan finding a graphic novel they’d been looking for, Indy excited about a new horror novel that had just come out), candy shop, and various cute knick knack stores, one of them in which Cyan and Indy both found Pochacco blind bags and, to their delight, pulled their favorites from the set. Cyan was on cloud nine, hazy with love for the day and for Indy.

Except.

Except for the fact that it had been about four hours since they’d last used the bathroom, one hour since they finished a large lemonade from the food court, and half an hour since they started feeling the first inkling that their bladder was starting to fill. They’d decided to ignore it at the time, and maybe see about finding a restroom once they were closer to leaving the mall.

“Oh perfect, here’s the botanical shop, let’s head inside!” Indy said, spotting one of their favorite stores. Indy had a modest yet thriving collection of houseplants and took pride in keeping them healthy. This independent plant store was their favorite spot to pick up soil and other odds and ends, frequenting there so often that they’d become friends with the owners. Cyan loved how well Indy took care of their plants – Cyan wouldn’t touch them, as they were known as a harbinger of death for the poor things. Cyan was better suited for furry creatures to care for than leafy.

“Oh sure!” Cyan agreed, happy to walk through the fresh smelling plants while Indy got more soil for their apartment. They were greeted at the entrance by a waterfall feature – one of those small garden decorations, where the water continually flowed from the top of the stone structure down to the small pool basin. Cyan eyed it nervously, the trickling water reminding them of their own bladder, which tingled uncomfortably at the sound. They quickly followed Indy further into the shop and blessedly, away from the waterfall.

“Violet! Lil!” Indy cheered as they caught sight of the two owners of the shop, a married couple who happened to live just down the street from Cyan and Indy. “Hey you two!” Violet said. “Didn’t tell us you were coming by today.”

“I didn’t know if you were going to be here,” Indy replied. “It’s a Sunday, after all. Don’t you usually have other staff here on Sundays?”

“Yeah, well, two of ours called out sick, what can you do.” Lil shrugged. “How’s it, Cyan?”

Cyan smiled a hello. “S’all good,” they said, shifting their weight and shoving their hands into the pockets of their denim jacket. Their need to pee was more noticeable now, and they hoped that adjusting their stance would help quell the urge while they chatted. It did for a minute, but Cyan soon realized that they couldn’t keep standing still, so they excused themself to go look around the shop while Indy continued to chat.  Unfortunately, that meant getting closer to the waterfall again. Cyan’s hands balled into fists in their pockets, mentally urging Indy to hurry up. The insistent splashing of the water into the basin was a tease to Cyan’s bladder, filling up more quickly now that the lemonade had made its way through their system. They were going to need to say something to Indy, and soon.

Thankfully, Indy finished up their purchase and said their goodbyes to Violet and Lil. “Hey, ready to go?” Indy asked Cyan.

“Yes,” Cyan breathed, relieved to finally be away from that waterfall.

“Where would you like to go next?” Indy said.

“Well, actually,” Cyan started, “could we stop at the ah, the bathroom before we keep going?”

“The bathroom?” Indy asked. They cocked their head slightly, feigning confusion, but Cyan immediately saw the knowing glint in their eye. Cyan knew what that look meant and could only hope Indy would take it easy on them.

“Yeah...” Cyan said, somewhat sheepishly. “The bathroom.”

“What do you need the bathroom for?” Indy asked, still playing innocent. Cyan groaned internally.

“I just, well...the lemonade from lunch...”

“Yes?” Indy prompted, smirking.

Cyan felt a blush start to creep on their cheeks. “Well, I finished it about an hour ago and now I just...have to pee.” They finished their sentence in a rush, their bladder panging as a reminder of that fact.

Indy gave an exaggerated nod, as if they were only now connecting the dots. “Oooh, I see. Well, I don’t think it’s time for us to take a bathroom break yet. It’s only been an hour, like you said, since you had anything to drink. Surely you can wait a bit longer.”

“Ah, but,” Cyan huffed, “I need to – “

“In fact,” Indy continued, “it’s probably a good idea if we got you another drink, don’t you think? You’re supposed to drink so much every hour, whatever that recommendation is, I forget exactly. Either way, it’s definitely time for another drink for you.” Indy took Cyan by the hand and began to drag them back to the food court. Cyan gave a small whine in protest.

“Indy, really, I need to pee – “

“No, you don’t.” Indy replied, their tone seeping with excited yet controlled dominance, “You don’t need to go yet, and any of that lemonade that’s filtering through you, well you’ll just have to hold it like a big boy. One lemonade is not enough to need to go.”

Cyan shushed at Indy’s command, letting themself be pulled back to the food court without further arguing. They’ve played this game before, and Cyan accepted that they were playing again now, although how long Cyan could hold off the inevitable...they were unsure. They were even more unsure when they landed at the soda dispenser at the center of the food court – the kind that’s self-serve for over a dozen brand and flavor options – and Indy pulled a large cup from the stack. Cyan squeezed their thighs together at the sight, forcing themself to take a deep breath and try to steady the splashing feeling in their bladder.

“Hmmm, what drink would you like?” Indy asked, looking over the options on the screen. “Oh! They have Cherry Sprite, how about that?” They turned to Cyan, gesturing with the cup.

Cyan wavered. They did like Cherry Sprite, but the large cup...

“Yeah, Cherry Sprite sounds good,” Cyan replied. “But...how about a medium?” they ventured, hoping Indy would take the bait. They didn’t.

“No, a large. We wouldn’t want you to get thirsty and have to come all the way back here, would we?” Indy added some ice, then selected the Cherry Sprite and pushed the pour button. Bright, bubbly soda started gushing out. Cyan groaned, their need to pee escalating with the sound of the drink rushing into the cup. They shifted from one foot to the other, longing for relief that was a far way off.

“Here you go!” Indy chirped, handing Cyan the now full cup. “Drink up.”

Cyan, knowing there was no way out of this, immediately obeyed, their teeth chewing at the straw while they took a large gulp. The citrusy sweet drink fizzled down their throat, and while admittedly it was delicious, it was also a stark reminder of what was already trickling into Cyan’s bladder. Cyan took a few more sips, which pleased Indy. “There,” Indy said, “doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes,” Cyan gasped, fingers gripping the cup a bit too tight, “feels...feels good.” It did not feel good. It felt like Cyan was a water balloon quickly overfilling itself to pop, the soda and lemonade sloshing together in Cyan’s tummy down to their bladder. They bit their lip nervously, shimmying their hips from side to side.

“Good!” Indy said. “Now let’s go check out some other stores.”

Indy led Cyan throughout the mall over the next half hour, reveling in every squirm, pant, and whimper Cyan made as they went. Indy loved seeing Cyan grow desperate, their little bladder throbbing until Cyan couldn’t take it anymore and begged Indy to let them pee. And this time, Indy had something a little special planned for when that moment finally happened.

Cyan could barely concentrate while Indy dragged them from spot to spot, their need to pee growing rapidly with each sip of their soda. They fidgeted restlessly as Indy presented candles to sniff, game boxes to read, stuffed animals to feel, their bladder quivering below their belly and sending increasingly urgent signals to Cyan that they needed to go! They needed to go now!

“Indy...” Cyan said quietly, swaying from foot to foot as subtly as they could manage, their free hand hovering over their belly while the other held a now half empty soda cup, “please, I have to pee. Please can I go now?”

“Hmm?” Indy looked up nonchalantly from the price tag they were checking. They eyed Cyan’s potty dance and chuckled. “Aww, does my pup have to go so soon?” they mocked. “You haven’t even finished your soda.”

“Hnngg,” Cyan groaned, glancing at the remaining soda in the cup, condensation dripping onto their fingers and sending tingling chills up their spine. “I c-can’t finish this, Indy. I can’t take it anymore!”

“You poor thing. You’re just going to have to hold it, we aren’t going to the bathroom right now.”

“But,” Cyan protested, “but I have to go!”

“You sure sound restless,” Indy replied, ignoring Cyan’s plea, “let’s go take a seat for a minute by the fountain.”

“The fountain?” Cyan said, incredulous, as Indy took them by the hand and walked them to the main water feature of the mall – a giant white stone pool with water shoots spraying sparkling water in a circular pattern. Merry go round animals were hung form the ceiling above, making it all look rather whimsical.

“Yeah, there are benches here,” Indy said, sitting them down. Cyan immediately began to grind down on the bench, fanning their thighs in and out. The rushing water of the fountain was torture to their sensitive bladder, their own pee splashing menacingly against its walls and threatening to make its way down their urethra. “Isn’t this nice?” Indy asked. “I just love watching all this water flowing around us, so free and easy. And the sounds it makes, aren’t they relaxing?”

“Ooooh,” Cyan moaned a reply, writhing in a desperate attempt to find any sort of relief from the tingling all along their lower belly. Indy’s teasing was making the situation exponentially worse, and Cyan wasn’t sure how much longer they could hold back the flood. “Fuck, I gotta go to the bathroom. Indy, please!”

 “Big boys don’t need to go without permission. You’re just gonna have to handle it.” Indy made no move to leave the bench. “Now let’s rest here for a bit, enjoy the fountain.” They eyed Cyan. “Drink more of your soda.”

Cyan was decidedly not enjoying the fountain. They took a few quick sips from their soda to appease Indy, but their need to pee was all encompassing. They rocked back and forth on the bench, their legs quivering as their bladder sloshed inside them. The sips of that soda felt like electric bursts sliding through them, making their bladder buzz with fullness. It was torture to sit here and do nothing. Cyan longed to be sitting on a toilet instead, where they could finally relax and release all the liquid pent up about to burst –

With that train of thought, Cyan suddenly felt the first drop of pee tingling at their entrance. They panicked, jumping up from the bench and squeezing their thighs together, frozen. Fuck, no, please not a leak! Not yet! They thought frantically.

“Is something wrong?” Indy asked innocently. “Don’t you want to finish your soda before we go?”

“N-no more soda, please!” Cyan begged, crossing one leg over the other and bending at the waist. Their bladder threatened that drop closer and closer to their tip, and Cyan was desperate to gain any amount of control. “Indy, I need a bathroom, now! I have to pee so bad, please.”

Indy shook their head. “Not until you’ve finished that soda,” they replied. “Until then, you keep holding it in.”

Cyan shook their head, unable to fathom putting any more liquid into their already thrashing bladder. Pee rippled along their lower half and they wrapped their arms around themself in need. “B-but I’m going to leak!” they whispered loudly. It was thankfully pretty deserted at this area of the mall, but Cyan was still embarrassed to be seen standing like this in public.

“Not my problem,” Indy replied, although their piercing eyes and upturned smirk indicated that they were certainly enjoying the show. “You’ll hold it until you’ve finished your drink. Big boys should be able to hold two drinks without needing to pee.”

Cyan shivered, deciding quickly to obey Indy rather than waste more time arguing, and guzzled down the rest of the drink. They sucked at the straw until the cup was empty, sugary cherry flavor coating their tongue and sloshing into their belly. They gasped when they were done, “There! It’s gone. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”

Indy mock sighed, but nodded. “Well, really you shouldn’t need to go yet, since you only just finished your drink, but since you did listen very well, I suppose I could let you pee now.” Indy stood up and began moving towards the restrooms located on the other side of the fountain.

I’m going to make it, Cyan thought triumphantly, scurrying along with Indy, thighs rubbing together as they walked. I’m so close to peeing oooh god, oh god please let me make it to the door –

“Closed for Cleaning”

Immediately Cyan’s stomach dropped, and their bladder threatened to burst right there in their pants. The sight of the closed sign outside the bathroom was unbelievable, after their body was so ready to release. Cyan tensed their muscles and moaned, leaning against the side wall. “Indy, Indy it’s closed!” they whined. “A-another bathroom, please, now!”

“Oh dear,” Indy said, sounding much less surprised than Cyan. “It looks like they are closed. Too bad. Can’t you just wait until we get home?”

Home? Home was 45 minutes away, plus the bumpy roads and seatbelts, Cyan couldn’t stomach the thought. They hissed as a sharp throb of their bladder caused them to sway their hips and throw their head back in desperation. “I won’t make it home!” they cried. “I need to pee right now!”

“Well, if you really don’t think you can hold it...I do know where another bathroom is around here.” Indy eyed Cyan hungrily, flashing a shark like grin at the state of them. “It’s a bit out of the way, Violet told me about it earlier at the shop. It’s one that employees will sometimes use if they want to cheat into having a longer bathroom break by walking the distance. It’s always open, unlike the other bathrooms here on a Sunday cleaning schedule.”

“Yes!” Cyan panted. “Anything, Indy, just take me now! Please!”

“If you insist,” Indy replied. They took Cyan by the hand and guided them back across the mall.

Cyan wriggled and danced next to Indy, fighting off urge after bubbling urge to release their pent up piss right there in their pants, all onto the mall floor. After a minute of walking, Indy took Cyan through a side door, one that usually looks like an employee entrance to the back doors of the stores. On the wall inside there was a painted bathroom sign, and an arrow pointing to the right. Indy led a trembling Cyan in that direction, and through a set of double doors leading to –

Another long hallway. Cyan turned to Indy, panicked and confused and drowning in their own piss. “Indy, where’s the bathroom? The sign, it said it was this way!”

“It is,” Indy replied, continuing to walk. “I told you, it’s a bit further away. We have to keep walking. Just hold it, pup.”

Cyan was holding it, they were trying so hard to hold it, but the pressure was too much. They were bursting, their need so bad that they felt like their entire insides were just lemonade and cherry soda, sloshing around inside them like a bottle ready to pop. They whimpered, hurrying along the hallway.

It soon became apparent that Indy was telling the truth about how far away this bathroom was. They passed through three more doorways with signs indicating to go left or right to find the bathroom, but all they kept finding was more hallway, and no relief in sight. Cyan felt wild, animal like in their primal need to release. When they came to a short three step decline in their path, Cyan stumbled their way down, and in their hard landing felt their bladder shudder and a small spurt of pee escaped, wetness blooming on their underwear.

“Ahhh-“ Cyan hissed, freezing in place and shoving a hand into their crotch. Pee tickled their entrance, and Cyan moaned as they fought back another wave that threatened to come out. Their entire lower body trembled to hold back the ocean that was roaring inside them from exploding out. Ooooooh, I have to pee! Cyan moaned internally. I’m going to piss myself! Please, where is the bathroom, I need a bathroom!

“What’s the matter?” Indy asked, looking to Cyan. “Did puppy spring a leak?” Their tone was casual, teasing. Cyan whined.

“Ooooh, y-yes, yes I leaked,” they confessed, bending their knees and twisting their legs together as they bounced in place. “Indy, where is this bathroom? I c-can’t hold it anymore!”

“It’s a bit further this way,” Indy said, gesturing to yet another door that surely led to another corridor and likely not to the immediate relief of a glistening, porcelain toilet that Cyan had been longing for well over two hours now.

“I n-need a toilet now, Indy! Now!” Cyan tried to straighten up, teetering as their piss sloshed back and forth in their bladder, warning of another leak. Their pee hole tingled menacingly, the sensation utterly unbearable.

“We’re going, we’re going,” Indy replied, continuing to walk forward. “Well, you’re not going yet, but we’ll get there. Until then, I expect you to be a good pup and hold it.”

“Ooooh, hurry, please hurry Indy,” Cyan pleaded, picking up the pace with them and squeezing their thighs as they walked. Pee crashed against their bladder walls as they moved.  “I can’t hold it!”

“You’ll just have to find some way to handle it,” Indy replied, not walking nearly fast enough for Cyan’s liking. “There’s nowhere for you go to yet.”

Cyan felt their bladder surge downwards at Indy’s comment, rejecting that fact with the more pressing fact that Cyan couldn’t not piss. They were full to the brim and already starting to runneth over. After passing yet another set of useless double doors and banking another right following another useless bathroom sign, they felt another splash of urine flow down their urethra. Cyan doubled over, bouncing and moaning, practically on their knees with how scrunched up they were, dying to hold it, just hold it a few more minutes, surely the bathroom has to be close by now?

Indy looked down at Cyan’s frantic grinding and moaning and gave them a gentle touch on the shoulder. They were unbelievably turned on, and also impressed of how far Cyan was making it. It’s maybe the longest they’ve held during this game. “C’mon pup,” Indy said. “Get up. Hold it, we’re almost there.”

With a groan, Cyan stood up, and felt a sudden electric current of pure desperate need run up their spine. Their whole body was tingling, their lower belly shaking with the effort of holding back more piss than Cyan had ever held in their life. “Ooooh, I can’t take it anymore!” they cried, making a mad dash forward down the hallway and through the next set of doors, hand shoved haphazardly into their crotch. They could hear Indy’s feet hitting the floor behind them, keeping up. “I’m going to have an accident! I need to gooooo!”

Cyan burst through the next set of double doors, and to their surprise, found themself in an underground parking lot. They had just enough time to register the thought this must be extra parking for employees before their bladder shuddered and a spray of pee escaped past their shaking hand, trickling down Cyan’s thigh inside their cargo pants.

I’m peeing! I’m peeing! They thought frantically. They looked around but didn’t see a bathroom. “Where is it? Oooooh where’s the bathroom?” Cyan pleaded, kneading and twisting and grinding down in a desperate attempt to prevent another leak.

Indy appeared next to Cyan, also looking around for the bathroom. They knew it was in this garage, and after a moment, saw the sign on the door for it on the other end of the parking lot. But before they could say anything-

“I’m going to have an accident! I’m going! I can’t hold it!” Cyan wailed, unable to think straight anymore. They were losing it, fully and quickly, and couldn’t bear to take another step forward without voiding the endless amount of piss that was fighting its way out of them. Cyan grabbed themself and looked around like a deer in headlights. “Indy, hurry, is anyone watching? Is anyone else here?”

Indy knew immediately what Cyan meant, and felt their face flush with arousal. Cyan wasn’t going to make it, they were going to lose it right here in the parking lot. And Indy, excited at this turn of events, was about to let them.

Indy took an exaggerated look around the clearly empty parking lot, hearing Cyan heave a long groan as they twisted like a pretzel, bending practically to their knees before bouncing back up. Finally, Indy said “Yes, pup. You’re all clear. Go on.”

The moment Cyan heard their permission, they whipped themselves out and a spray of pee burst out of them and against the concrete pillar by their side. Pee gushed out forcefully and audibly, the stream pattering down the wall and onto the ground in a puddle. Indy watched, impressed, as their partner emptied hours worth of pent up piss. Cyan moaned loudly, their voice echoing around them, as relief washed through them. It felt orgasmic, to finally let out every drop that had been torturing them all afternoon.

When the stream finally stopped, Cyan tucked themself away and turned bashfully to Indy. “I uh...I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

Indy nodded, a laugh escaping them. “No, it looks like you couldn’t. Poor puppy had to loose it in the parking lot, huh?”

“Heh, yeah..” Cyan said, chuckling a little. “Umm, I feel much better now though, so.”

Indy nodded. “I bet you do. You pissed for so long I thought you might have drank a whole ocean.”

“It sure felt like it,” Cyan said. “I really had to go.”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll make it to the bathroom,” Indy said, pointing to the bathroom across the lot. Cyan followed Indy’s gesture and finally saw the bathroom themselves. They sighed. “Oh, so close. Yeah, maybe next time.”

“Maybe next time,” Indy repeated, giving Cyan a gentle kiss and rubbing a hand across their back. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Cyan said, relieved. “Let’s head home.”

[spicerackofblorbos]

Chasing Waterfalls | Toge Inumaki x gn!Reader

☾ summary ➼ Toge takes you out on a surprise date.

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, canon world, toge talking in his specific language, established relationship

☾ wc ➼ 1.4k

☾ a/n ➼ this was a little fic I wrote for my friend Eri (as well as the 9 panel moodboard) a while back and she has given me permission to share it with y'all!! Toge is so baby :3

The wet mud underneath your boots squelches as you try your best to keep up with Toge. He's a good yard away, his back turned to you so that all you see is his backpack and blonde hair. You can't blame him though, it's not his fault that you're lagging. The scenery was just too stunning to not take your time.

Late morning sun rays filter through the green leaves above offering just the perfect touch of warmth that balances out the cool floor of the forest. You pull out your phone to take a snapshot of the leafy canopy and when you're satisfied, you look over to see purple eyes watching you curiously.

“I'm sorry, it's just really pretty out here. How much farther do you think we have till your mysterious destination?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Tsunamayo onigiri.” He responds, pointing behind him.

“Oh, that's not bad. I'm right behind you.” You smile up at him as you adjust the backpack on your shoulders.

Toge woke you up early today with wide eyes and an even wider smile. For once, you both had an off day, and he was adamant that you two take advantage of it. He didn't tell you where he was taking you, only that you needed to pack a bag and wear clothes appropriate for a hike. What you didn't expect was to be taken a few hours from the city and up to some forest hiking trails. Not like you were complaining though, you loved being out in the crisp air.

Eventually, Toge stops at a clearing surrounded by tall trees. The sounds of rushing water and birdsong continue as you stare over at him with furrowed brows. There wasn't much here in the empty space and based on the information he gave; this wasn't meant to be a camping trip.

“Toge? Are we here?”

“Shake.” He nods.

Your eyes scan the area in case you missed something. The only thing you see are the same trees and leave speckled ground.

“Um.”

He turns back around and marches to the back of the clearing before using an arm and pulling some branches up to show a little dirt path. You can't see anything past that as the sunshine peeks through, obscuring everything.

“Sujiko.” He beckons you with a hand, a small smile on his lips as he calls you forward.

With a nervous sigh, you step forward and walk through the leafy archway. Instantly, your breath is taken away as your eyes adjust to the change in scenery. The two-hour hike was absolutely worth it.

The sound of rushing water makes sense now as you watch crystal clear water cascade from rocks high above. The water splashes into a pool that is just as clear, the mist from the impact rising into the air and creating beautiful rainbows as the sun hits just right. Surrounding you are dense trees, ensuring maximum privacy for whoever stumbles upon this little oasis.

“Toge Inumaki, how the hell did you find this?” You twist around to see your blushy boyfriend rub the back of his neck.

“Tsunamayo. Takana?”

“It's great, I love it. Are we having lunch here?” You point to the ground, a smile gracing your lips. He only nods back as he pulls his backpack off and starts digging around in it. Despite how small it looks on the outside, he takes out more than you expected.

A large blanket comes out first, then a container of what you suspect must be onigiri – stuffed with the best fillings you can only assume. A smaller container stuffed full of gyoza follows. Then comes a bottle of clear soda and two cups. You wonder when he had time to get all of this made.

It doesn't take long for the both of you to demolish the delicious lunch Toge provided and before you know it, you're resting your head on his lap as you stare over at the waterfall in a daze. The sun had moved quite a bit since you both settled down, but the same birds chirping above remained the same. You swear you could fall asleep right here, but you know you'd have to leave soon if you were to make it back to campus on time.

“Sujiko? Takana?” His long fingers brush down your cheek before nudging your face to look up at him. Concern laces his violet eyes as he stares down at you, a small frown directed at you.

“I'm wonderful. This whole thing has been wonderful, silly. I could stay here forever with you if I could.” You reach up to poke his face as you give him a reassuring smile.

“Tsuna tsuna mayo.” he says as he gently pushes you off to stand up. It's your turn to frown as you stare up at him from his feet. He reaches down to help you up which you do so hesitantly.

“Do we have to go now?” It comes out whinier than you hoped, but he laughs anyways.

“Okaka. Tsuna.” There's a slight blush across his cheeks. And you watch as he carefully pulls his shoes off before tugging his shirt off, showing his bare chest. Instantly, a flood of heat goes straight to your face.

“Here? Toge, I don't know about that.” Your eyes scan the muddy ground, anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“Kastuobushi! Onigiri sujiko.” Despite the red that tints his pallid skin, he laughs as he points to the water. You sigh in relief, only to be filled with nervousness yet again.

“Toge, no that's too cold!” You wrap your arms around you in a show of how even in the clothes you're in, you're still chilled.

“Tsuna mayo.” He says as he shrugs before pushing down his pants. He's only in his boxers at this point but you don't have time to focus on it as long as you’d like because he rushes past you and dives straight into the cool water.

For the next minute, all you hear is the rustling of leaves above and water hitting the surface of the pool. You start to get worried if he went into shock at how cold it was and before you know it, you're stripping down to your undershirt and underwear.

When your feet hit the water first, you can't stop the loud gasp that escapes your lips. It is indeed cold. Not freezing of course, but cold enough that you want to scream. But your boyfriend was more important and with him in your mind, you dive straight in after him.

You don't stay under for long as the air is instantly pulled out of your lungs and the iciness that surrounds you. The moment you break the surface, you do your best to take deep, slow breaths – a technique you saw on the internet that helps your body not go into shock. When you're able to get a feel of your body, you look around. Toge isn't anywhere to be seen and a different kind of panic surges through you.

“Toge?! Toge!” You whip around to scan your surroundings. You almost miss it, the boy with blonde hair and bright eyes watching you in amusement from the veil of the waterfall. He's laughing.

“You asshole, you scared the shit out of me!” You frown as you wade over to him. You feel cold water raining on you as you get closer, having to shield your eyes from the projectiles with your hand.

“Tsuna.” He chuckles as he makes his way down to you, making the shield you made with your hand all but worthless. Before you’re able to lower your arm, you feel Toge's hands grasp your waist and pull you into him. His warmth is inviting so you don't hesitate to cling onto him.

You must admit that the water is extremely refreshing after such a long hike. The cold has woken you up as well, though you suspect it's more from the adrenaline. As your feet kick below the surface, you finally feel your body temperature level out.

“Takana?”

“Yeah, I'll be fine. Just don't scare me like that again, dummy.”

“Tsunamayo.” His fingers make their way to your chin, and he tips it up so you're looking him in the eye. “Tsuna.”

“Yeah, yeah. I forgive you.” He squeezes your chin gently, pursing his lips. “Yes, I love you too.”

He pulls you closer until his soft and warm lips meet yours. His kisses are ever so sweet, just as he is. Your thoughts from earlier don't change, you wish you could stay here with him forever. 

[darielivalyen]

🌿🌿💛 Hello, beautiful Tumblr family! 💛🌿🌿

Today I am thrilled to share with you a sneak peek into my newest interactive fiction project. Journey with me as we unveil a world woven with magic, coziness, and mysteries.

Sneak peek:

You stand before Grandma's house, a quaint wooden cottage nestled amidst the embrace of nature. The oakwood structure, weathered yet welcoming, radiates a rustic charm. A vibrant garden, a tapestry of colors and scents, encircles the house, with an orangery basking in the sunlight to the right.

To the left, the forest deepens into emerald shadows, with lush ferns carpeting the ground. To the right, the murmurs of a waterfall reach your ears, its shimmering cascade just visible through the leafy veil.

"Here we are," Malena announces, her voice tinged with a blend of nostalgia and warmth. "Your grandmother's house. It's been patiently awaiting your arrival. It's a place steeped in memories and waiting to make new ones with you."

This is the beginning of an enchanting story that awaits your touch. What secrets does your grandmother's cottage hold? What tales will the garden whisper to you? You will discover this and much, much more in just a few weeks, with the release of the demo!

Don't forget to follow me for updates, behind-the-scenes snippets, and more teasers that will tickle your curiosity. Let's embark on this magical journey together!

With gratitude and light, Dariel Ivalyen 💛🌿

PS. The next post will be the title reveal!

[spoiledleaff]

leafy... the mental image you gave in that puppy rain ficlet of rain making dew play his guitar while they're breeding fucking him "six ways to fuckin' sunday" is haunting me just as much as subby puppy rain O_O /pos /so very fucking pos

would you consider writing a little something about that ? 👀

i can gift you flowers... 💐💐💐💚💐💐💍💐💐💙💐 :D

hehehehehehehheheheheehheheeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheehehehe— of course ùwú anything for flowers from you, my love! :> (also a massive thank you to @littlemoon-beam for dealing with my instrument inexperience, haha! :'D)

explicit ✿ he/him ftm dew + they/them intersex rain ✿ wc ; 598. terminology for dew includes ; clit + pussy/cunt + folds ✿ terminology for rain includes ; cock/dick.

"You stopped." Rain sighs, their nose nuzzling deeper into that clammy, sensitive spot behind Dewdrop's ear as the smaller ghoul whines. "Keep going, baby."

Rain is laid out underneath Dewdrop, relishing in the way the fire ghoul's body presses down against their own. Dewdrop is laid out on top; naked from the waist down, legs spread and held open with Rain's own scrawny limbs, and his signature white Fender Stratocaster held in his trembling fingers. The littler sin is laid bare above Rain: speared open, overstimulated, and still forced to play.

"Fuck-!" Dewdrop whines as Rain's balls slap loudly against his inner thighs; their pace is brutal and cutthroat as they fuck into Dewdrop's pussy with terrifying precision.

Their shaft rubs against every sensitive bundle of nerves hidden inside Dewdrop's inner walls, the copious amounts of cum that Rain has already pumped into Dewdrop's womb spilling from his stretched hole, growing tacky over their inner thighs. Dewdrop's clit stands proud against his foreskin; his labia is swollen and slick, and his entire core is flushed tomato red from how aroused and neglected his clit remains.

"Keep playing." Rain repeats, nipping at Dewdrop's earlobe. The slick sound of Rain's shaft mercilessly pounding in and out of Dewdrop's cunt echoes in his ears. The sound is embarrassing, but the fact that Rain still expects the fire's sin to play through his Respite solo flawlessly has Dewdrop's pussy gushing.

(And Rain knows; they both know. Hell, they both can fucking hear it.)

Dewdrop's fingers tremble over the strings, the edge of his guitar presses against his stomach and the weight of it rests terribly close against Dewdrop's pubic mound. Idly, the fire ghoul wonders if the thoughts racing through his mind are what Swiss thinks every time a 'practice session' of his gets derailed.

The rim is so fucking close. If Dewdrop ruts his hips up and drops his posture just a scant few inches, maybe he'd-

"Dew." Rain's voice is dark, their claws scrape dangerously against the bones of Dewdrop's hip. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself."

And the worst part of it all is Rain's voice is still so fucking steady. They're so goddamn deep in Dewdrop's cunt that he can feel the chill of Rain's slick, gushing like a waterfall just behind the weight of Rain's balls. Dewdrop can feel the way their cum and combined buckets of slick splatters against his burning skin, and he swears that he can hear the way the droplets sizzle and evaporate against his inner thighs.

With every inch of his vessel either trembling or spasming, Dewdrop's fingers slowly find the correct cords for Respite on the Spitalfields. The opening notes of his solo are quiet against the loud plapplapplapplap- of Rain's dick spearing him open. Every digit, every knuckle feels like it's rattling against his bones, and Dewdrop shudders as Rain's claws sink into his flesh.

"'M gonna cum-" He gasps, missing a note. "Rainy, Rainy, please- 'm gonna fucking cum-"

"I don't care." Rain whispers, forcibly rocking Dewdrop's body as the little sin struggles to hold his guitar. "You can cum as many times as it fucking takes for your stupid little brain to get this solo right."

Dewdrop sobs as Rain makes him start over, the embarrassing squelch of Dewdrop cumming for the fourth time that night rings louder in his ears than the fucking guitar laid over his stomach.

"Keep playing, Dew." Rain grunts, their pace somehow fucking quickens. "I'll pump my seed into that fucking cunt until your thighs are the same goddamn white as that guitar."

[eksvaized]

18+, MDNI part ONE

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The water sparkles with a glittering shimmer as the golden sunlight playfully dances upon its serene surface. Before dipping your toes in the river and washing your body, your fingers carefully unravel the tangled strands of your hair, allowing it to cascade freely like a waterfall. A soft hum eludes your lips when you massage the blend of lavender and rosemary oil, which you made yourself, into your scalp.

You spent the entire afternoon immersed in the refreshing water, swimming and joyfully playing. The last time you visited this place, the biting cold weather, relentless wind, and freezing water hurried you along. But now, you relish, allowing your body to unwind and relax. However, the sun begins to descend and paints the landscape with a variety of orange hues, creating a breathtaking sight. The gentle sounds of nature accompany the stunning view as if bidding you farewell. Reluctantly, you acknowledge that it’s time to leave this tranquil haven and return home.

You take a long way back. The dress you are wearing is soaked because you didn’t bother wiping the water off your body. Your hair is still damp and the ends of it curl. But the tension, the stiffness of your shoulders is gone, and the river has washed all your troubles away.

Once in a while you come to a halt and pluck a flower, determined to bring home a bouquet of white daisies. You even gather a few herbs and plants, which you later can use to make your fancy-smelling oils and sweet elixirs; you carefully store everything in a small leather pouch, which is tied to your dress and hangs off your hip.

As you kneel, the soft blades of grass tickle your fingertips, leaving a crimson stain on your palm. A wave of confusion engulfs you, but when you examine your palm, you discover it is smeared with blood. Your gaze sweeps the area, and you immediately spot a trail of blood and broken branches. As you venture further, following the trail of blood and leaving the path behind, the forest grows eerily quiet. The birds cease their chirping and singing, and the air becomes still. Your senses sharpen, and you become acutely aware of your surroundings.

You freeze as you hear muted groans. You start walking even more cautiously, trying to avoid fallen branches and crunchy leaves. You don't want to expose your presence until you are certain that the person, who is injured, won't pose a threat to you. You take cover behind a large tree and lean against its trunk.

Your eyes are wide and the daisies slip out of your hand, scattering on the grass, below your feet when you see a man. He is sitting a few feet away from where you are, leaning against another big tree, breathing heavily. His face is veiled, denying a glimpse of his emotions, yet the audible evidence of his suffering is unmistakable. No wounds are evident from afar, but the trail of blood serves as a clear indication that he is in dire need of help.

You are like a skittish cat, hiding and reluctant to reveal yourself. But despite the fear that grips you, you summon the strength to approach the man, taking slow, deliberate steps. He remains unaware of your presence until you lightly brush your finger across his shoulder, causing him to raise his head.

In a weary, low voice, he continues to utter words that remain incomprehensible to you, spoken in a language completely foreign to your ears. Your gaze fixates on his form, and it strikes you that even in his seated position, he stands at almost the same height as you. The mere thought of him towering over you when he rises sends a shiver down your spine, prompting you to take an impulsive step back.

Aura of danger is exuding out of him and you have to fight the urge to jump into the leafy bushes, curl into a tight ball and hide. He looks like someone who could kill you with one swift motion, using only his bare hands and no blade; you realise that he could effortlessly snap your back and to him, it probably would just feel like breaking a small twig into two equal halves.

You circle him, keeping your senses sharp in case he decides to lunge at you. However, to your surprise and relief, he remains remarkably calm and even stops talking. His eyes track your every moment. Slowly blinking, he takes shallow breaths, and you can see that he is struggling to stay awake despite his obvious exhaustion.

Your heart sinks and your face pales. When you see a deep cut on his arm, you fall to your knees, landing next to his side. You carefully inspect the injury, trying not to touch the wound too much, aware that even the slightest contact causes him to flinch and cast a piercing glare in your direction.

“I can help you.” You say as you lift your head, your voice is soft and you speak slowly; you are still holding onto his arm, which is now draped over your lap. “But you have to come with me.”

He doesn’t seem to understand you. No matter how many times you try to rephrase your sentences and use simpler words, he doesn’t reply and continues looking at you with drowsy eyes.

With a sigh of surrender, you place his arm back on the ground and rise to your feet. His gaze follows you when you extend your hand, silently urging him to take it. The hesitation oozing out of him is palpable, but after a moment of stillness, he intertwines his fingers with yours. With him leaning against the sturdy tree for support, you exert all your strength and pull him up.

His frame towers over you and casts a vast black shadow that swallows you. Your hands fall back to your sides, but when he stumbles and almost comes crashing down, you glue yourself to his body and drape his uninjured arm over your shoulders, allowing him to lean and put all his weight onto you.

“Danke*.” His jaw bumps into your head when he mutters the word, and although, you are not sure what he said, you assume it can’t be anything too bad. So you cast a brief glance at him, nod your head and curl your lips into a feeble smile, which vanishes once you look away.

You both walk quietly and slowly. With each step you take, your muscles ache and the soles of your feet hurt. If you felt refreshed after swimming in the river, the feeling of exhaustion has returned. However, you do not dare to stop and take a break because you know that if you do, your legs won’t be able to continue carrying you forward.

The man tries to walk on his own as much as he can. But every time he lets go of you, he only manages to take a few short strides before his body leans back onto yours. He smells like forest, musk and blood, but the scent doesn’t repulse and you even find it strangely intoxicating...

You notice his eyes roaming as you urge him inside your humble house and close the door. You were never ashamed of how you lived, yet you anxiously gnaw your bottom lip, feeling like you're being judged. When you push him towards the bed, his body sinks onto the soft sheets, staining them with blood. You expect him to sit down, but instead, he lays down. 

You leave him for a bit and run to fetch some water, a clean cloth and two small glass jars. After placing a small stool next to the bed and sitting down, you cut off the sleeve of the man’s shirt with a knife, being cautious not to point the blade too close to his flesh. The man mumbles something under his breath, and you sense him shifting, but you pay no attention and focus on your present task.

You open the jar with bright yellow flowers and sprinkle some dried petals into the bowl. Then you wet the white cloth and begin cleaning the wound, wiping off the dried blood. The man grows silent. The cut is quite deep, but thankfully, you don’t need to find a needle to stitch it since you know it will heal on its own. Before you stand up, you coat his skin in balm made from crushed yarrow and tightly wrap a bandage on his forearm.

When he closes his eyes, you let him rest and resist the urge to wake him up. You spend most of the night sitting by the window, watching as the moon creeps across the cloudy sky, unable to sleep because there’s a stranger in your house, in your bed, snoring.

By the time the sun starts to rise and the rain begins to pour, your eyelids feel heavy and it’s difficult to fight the allure of the slumber. You decide to make some tea and have a slice of bread with honey.

You begin to prepare breakfast for yourself, enjoying the quietness of the early morning. But suddenly, you hear the soft snores stop, and you turn around to see a man standing close to you. Your heart races as your eyes lock with his, and it takes you a moment to calm down after being startled; your breakfast for one now turns into a breakfast for two.

You both eat in silence, exchanging curious glances and small smiles. But when he finishes the tea and places the cup, which looks tiny in his hand, back on the table with a soft clink, he dares to speak.

“Ich weiß nicht, warum du mir geholfen hast... aber…*” He raises his arm and his bright eyes settle on the bandage. “Danke. Nochmals.*”

The words he speaks still sound foreign to you, but you can understand by the appreciative tone of his voice that he’s thanking you for taking care of his wound: the bleeding has stopped. While he slept, you changed the bandages and reapplied the balm.

“What’s your name?” You ask, but he shakes his head to indicate that he doesn't understand you. As you sit, feeling overwhelmed, a tired sigh escapes your lips. You rack your brain for a moment, trying to think of what to do next, but then you take a deep breath and place your hand on your chest. “Y/N.”

He watches you with bright eyes. His face is still not visible to you. Last night, you were curious about what was hidden beneath his veil but you stopped yourself from peeking after reminding yourself that it would be wise to stay away from a man like him, as you wouldn't know how he might react if he woke up after you disrespect his privacy.

You repeat your name twice before you press your palm to his chest. His eyes light up with understanding and he enthusiastically nods.

“Du heißt Y/N.” He points to you before directing his index finger to himself. “König. Ich heiße König.”

As soon as he utters your name, a rush of excitement engulfs you, and a wide smile lights up your face. He no longer seems as intimidating as he was before. His voice is smooth and deep, and your name rolls off his tongue beautifully.

*Danke — Thank you.

*Ich weiß nicht, warum du mir geholfen hast... aber… — I don't know why you helped me... but…

*Danke. Nochmals. — Thanks. Again.

*Du heißt Y/N. — You are Y/N.

*Ich heiße König. — I'm König.

[raccoonfallsharder]

if you liked Giftwrap...

crystallized ginger.[anticipated 3/27] ❤︎

featuring semi-shy ultrafeminine angel-reader from giftwrap (kinktober 2023).

18+ only | rocket x f!reader | no use of y/n | 2/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

nebula attempts to talk some sense into the captain.

He’d tried to shake you — first on the roof and now, a few missions later, in his mind. It doesn’t help that you’d been so frickin’ smart. Pretty and sweet and now this, too. Once he’d gotten you up on your feet and out to the edge of the roof, you’d started mapping your dreams out on the city. You’d glowed, even when the daylight had been dimmed to nothing: sketching a world of greenery out for him so clearly he could see it. Aqueducts and pumps, little manufactured waterfalls. Fruit hanging heavy from every branch. Root vegetables, and leafy things. You’d had a way of talking about your visions so earnestly that they’d become contagious, he thinks. He’d been able to feel your hopefulness paint itself under his fur, and become his own. Hell, he still frickin’ feels it. He sighs and leans on the lower railing of the Bowie’s bridge, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s trying to act like a good person these days. A leader. A captain. It’s hard frickin’ work and it doesn’t come natural to him. Nebula keeps telling him he’s overthinking, and he almost believes her — but then he comes across a pretty thing like you, and all the old degeneracy comes surging to the surface. He hasn’t been thinking like a captain at all on this mission. Instead, he’s spent too much frickin’ time remembering how impractical that little dress had been. It hadn’t even had a back: the side panels held together between your shoulderblades with a flimsy bow. He’d been able to see the naked line of your spine above and below it. It had looked old, the stitches on the edge of the ruffle fraying just a little. Ayesha on her throne had at least worn an armored gown. The sex workers he visits on Contraxia usually have high boots, hidden weapons, and discreetly-protective leathers. But that thing you’d been wearing had looked like it had been made to fall apart.  He’d only have to tug on it, he’s sure.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun.an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

for previous chapters, notes, moodboard & concept art:

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ masterlist

some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

[sterekbros]

wild and free by Winchesterek

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, looking out at the beautiful waterfalls cascading into the lake in front of them.

The water shimmered shades of green and blue, which looked like emeralds and malachite glistening in the sun. The spray of the waterfall floated through the air, a cool mist clinging to their skin, making Stiles feel sticky. It looked wild and overgrown, the foliage lush and leafy, clinging to the rocks around them.

When he looked back at Derek, his skin was slick with sweat and water, making Stiles want to lick and suck his salty skin. Derek turned to smile at him and it warmed Stiles’ heart, loving how happy Derek looked.

“Just one of the most beautiful places in Croatia, Plitvice Lakes,” Derek replied, reaching out to take Sitles’ hand. “Come on. We can make it down to the water and enjoy it for a little while before we have to head back.”

“Well, we can't stay because I didn't bring my pillow,” Stiles added with a chuckle. “You know I can't sleep without it.”

“Good thing I don't plan on camping out here, then. I know I can make sure that we don't get caught, but I wanna take you somewhere nice for dinner. It’ll take us about two hours to get back to the city so we should leave before the sun goes down.”

“Good thing we got here bright and early, then.” Stiles walked along with Derek carefully and descended along the path to the water, slowly climbing over slippery rocks.

Stiles wasn't sure if this was the beautifulest place he’d ever seen, because they’d been to so many places that were so beautiful that Stiles had a hard time believing that they were real. Like Elafonisi Beach, where they’d spent a week exploring Greece and bathing in the sun. Derek’s skin was beautiful and sunkissed, while Stiles looked a little bit like a lobster for a week afterward until it turned into a light tan.

Once they were down to the water, Stiles grinned as he watched Derek strip his shirt off and toss it onto the ground on top of their bags. He openly ogled his mate, knowing that Derek could scent his arousal and he smirked as Derek unnecessarily flexed for him, but acted like it was a casual action.

Stiles stripped down to his swim shorts and carefully walked across the rocks to the bank next to Derek. “Wow…the water is so clear.”

It was unimaginable to Stiles that water could be so clear, but they’d seen oceans just as clear when they sailed around the world together. “Oh, look! Fish!” Stiles pointed and Derek smiled.

“I’m sure they’ll leave us alone when we’re in the water. Come on, let’s get in!” Derek waded into the lake first while Stiles watched him skeptically.

“There isn't anything in there that will eat me, is there?” Stiles tried to look further into the water, but it was too far away for him to see much with his puny human eyesight.

“Nothing’s going to eat you, Stiles. I’ll protect you.” Derek dipped his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair when he was upright again. “Get in here!”

“How are you sure?! You can't see all the way over there!” Stiles said, pointing.

“Really? Get in the water, Stiles. This isn't even salt water. There are no large predators in the water here,” Derek promised with an amused look, sighing. “Get in the water! You’re more likely to run into a bear out there than anything happening to you in here. Or step on a snake.”

Stiles looked around the forest and the ground before hurrying into the water. “Why didn't you tell me there were bears! I don't even have anything to protect myself with.”

Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles when he reached him. “You have me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“You better not,” Stiles replied, wrapping his arms around Derek and drawing him in close. “Because then you’re gonna be all alone on that sailboat. What on earth would you do without me?”

“Regret all my life choices,” Derek joked, but Stiles could tell that he was being serious. “You know I couldn't go on without you. If it’s the last thing I do, it’ll always be to protect you.”

“You know I feel the same way, Derek.” Stiles' voice was soft and almost a whisper, his hand moving to cup Derek’s cheek.

The last thing he wanted to do was make Derek think about losing him. It was why he’d left with Derek to begin with, because of his injury on the job. Unfortunately, Stiles’ brain-to-mouth filter didn't always work.

And Stiles knew that he was Derek’s anchor, just as much as Derek was Stiles’. Or, well, if he was a werewolf. As much as an anchor that Derek could be for Stiles being human.

“We’ll be okay,” Derek promised, kissing Stiles tenderly. “I’ll race you to the other side,” Derek added when they parted, then laughed and dunked Stiles under the water before taking off.

Stiles sputtered as he came up, shaking the water from his face.

“Not! Fair!” Stiles shouted after Derek. “And you can't use your werewolf speed!”

But Derek was almost already at the other end of the small lake as Stiles ran his hands through his hair.

He smiled, the hot sun shining down on them and warming his skin, the cool clear water rippling around him.

This was their life. Traveling the world and being together.

It was all that Stiles ever wanted, just him and Derek and a world full of possibilities.

He dove into the water, knowing that he’d never win or catch up to Derek. But Stiles was perfectly fine with that because Derek would make it up to him later, sprawled out in the sailboat cabin, taking him apart until Stiles couldn't feel his toes and he was warm all over.

Croatia was going to become one of his favorite places in the world, full of memories.

Of him and Derek. Happy and free.

[dreamingnights]

The way I see you

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

Disclaimer: this is one of my first attempts at writing fanfiction and I am so excited. I hope you enjoy it!!! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistake. Loads of fluff and hurt/confort.

Warnings: none.

After the terrible events that happened in Westeros, your father demanded your return. He did not think that you were safe while you were away from him, so he asked Brienne of Tarth to accompany you on your journey. The woman swore to protect you and even give her life if necessary, because apparently her own father owed your family a favor from a long time ago.

You had been riding together through the mysterious forests of Westeros for two weeks, and you had the feeling that you did not really know this woman. Under the daylight she was silent, upright on her horse and ready to face any unexpected danger. Her posture exuded power and elegance. You occasionally gave her brief furtive glances trying to hide your fascination. However, sometimes your eyes would meet and Brienne would bring an almost imperceptible smirk to her face when you quickly looked away from her. During the day you kept those images in your memory and then you captured them on paper when the cold did not let you sleep. Drawing had always brought you incomparable peace, and Brienne's singular beauty had been a great source of inspiration from the beginning of your journey.

Days passed by, and Brienne felt closer and closer to you. She admired your eloquence, your kindness and the great sensitivity that shone behind your delicate looking body. The will to protect you from anything that could put you in danger was stronger every day. Brienne could see truth in your clear eyes, and after some time she felt that she could trust you completely.

One night she told you that, a long time ago, her father had organized a ball that had become a horrible nightmare: all the boys had laughed and had made fun of her because of her peculiar appearance. At that moment you could perceive the vulnerability that was also hidden under her almost permanent stoicism. Your hand rested timidly on her arm while you suppressed the desire to hug her and shout outloud that the image of herself that she held in her mind was not true. At that moment you had an idea and you slowly got up to get your bag, leaving Brienne pensive by the fire. Even though you normally didn't show your drawings to anyone, as they represented your true desires and fears, you felt that Brienne's eyes had to admire her own self the same way that you did. The woman snapped out of her thoughts as you timidly rested a sheet of paper on her lap. It was the drawing of a leafy forest adorned with a small waterfall.

- Nature is beautiful and exuberant. -You said as you put another sheet of paper on top. In it you had drawn a starry sky with a big full moon. -But also dark and mysterious.

Brienne stroked the drawing and smiled at you. When she looked like she was about to say something you showed her three other sketches. The woman was stunned as she stared at those papers with wide eyes. In one of them she saw herself riding upright and powerful on a beautiful horse. In another she was sitting on a rock sharpening a long sword. And in the third one she saw the reflection of her own face. Her piercing eyes stared back at her and her short platinum hair framed her powerful features. Brienne couldn't stop admiring her portrait. She couldn't deny that you had captured the subtleties of her face perfectly.

- And you are imposing, brave, strong... And beautiful. - You whispered after a few moments that seemed eternal to you. Your heart was beating with unstoppable rapidity.

- If you wished to represent beauty, you should have drawn your own portrait, milady. -Brienne said, finally looking up from her lap and resting her eyes on yours. Her expression was a mixture of wonder and adoration. It was clear that your words had moved her deeply.

- This is how I see you. -You finally answered.

Then, slowly, Brienne lifted her hand and gently brushed your cheek with her fingertips as she held her blue gaze on your face.

- I will never allow anything bad to happen to you in my presence. I swear by the old gods and the new.

It had been a long time since either of you had felt so happy.

[delucadarlingwriting]

16 - A kiss in the rain For Kira & Nat pleeeeease

Ask for a Kiss!

I'm chopping this one in half, because it ran away from me a bit and I wanted to post at least part of it tonight. I really only meant to make these responses between 250-500 words. Nat and Kira just make me 💞

Part 2

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“Is it much farther, ya rouhi?” 

The forests surrounding Wayhaven are protected areas. There are many, many designated trails that wind through and around, all leading past gorgeous scenes of nature. What Kira knows after a lifetime of living in the not-so-sleepy small town though is that those trails don’t show every beautiful thing the forest has to offer. 

“Almost there!” Kira promises, trotting ahead in her hiking boots to hold a branch up and back. While there’s no ‘trail’ here, Kira knows the way well, and has been doing her ample best to make the hike more bearable for Nat. She’s been putting on a brave face ever since accepting Kira’s invitation to have a date in one of Kira’s favorite spots in Wayhaven. That brave face is starting to falter now an hour into their trek. It seems despite having a vampire’s stamina, Nat just isn’t cut out for this kind of activity.

Nat musters a grateful smile as she passes Kira, who lets the branch go as soon as her girlfriend is clear. She bounds after her, feeling perfectly energized, especially when Nat offers up her hand. Twining their fingers together, Kira says, “It will be very worth it, I promise.”

“I trust you,” Nat says, giving her hand a squeeze. “Any time spent with you alone is well worth whatever effort goes into it.”

Kira giggles. “Don’t sound so tortured!”

“I don’t!” Nat protests with a pout. Her big, beautiful brown eyes practically glimmer despite the low lighting under the thick, leafy canopy above them. “I am having a very good time.”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” Kira says, pressing her lips together to hold back a smile.

“Kiss me to prove it,” Nat demands. And so she does, tiptoeing up and bracing her free hand against Nat’s collarbone. Her reward is a soft, plush mouth on her and hand ever so gently cradling her skull. 

The hours she could spend with this woman, doing nothing more than this…And the days she could spend doing quite a lot more.

Before she can get too worked up, Kira drops her feet flat to look up at Nat, just a little dizzy. Nat smiles, bursting with sunshine. She walks her long, elegant fingers up Kira’s arm, moving her other arm to cup Kira’s hip and pull her in close. 

“Mm, if only we were somewhere with a bed,” Nat teases. “The things I would do to you…”

Kira flushes up and shivers. “A lack of beds has never stopped you before.”

Nat opens her mouth to protest, stops a moment, then thinks better of whatever she was going to say and sighs instead. 

“Well, then I have plans for when we do have a bed.”

Kira reaches up to pinch Nat’s chin gently between her fingers. “And I look forward to that. For now, we really are almost there. Just a little farther?”

“Very well, a little farther,” Nat agrees.

It only takes a minute before Nat perks up. “Oh, I think I hear where we’re going.”

“I bet you do!” Kira replies, practically bouncing her way along. Now Nat also quickens her pace, intrigue wiping away any weariness from before. 

Eventually a low roar reaches Kira’s ears, growing louder and louder as they go until finally the trees thin out and reveal their destination. The ground juts up sharply ahead of them, lined with rocks and moss and scraggly tree roots, framing a gorgeous (if small) waterfall. The water rushes down, crashing into the pool below it and sending out a fine mist that obfuscates the area near it. The pool is small, just a short offshoot of the creek that carries on past them. While that water gallops along, the pool is mostly calm.

“It’s beautiful,” Nat says, though it’s clear she’s wondering why this waterfall. Many of the easier, more accessible trails in Wayhaven have sights like it, some even bigger and more impressive.

“It’s private,” Kira says, peering up to get a read on Nat’s reaction. “I used to swim here a lot. No one’s ever bothered me.”

Nat smiles and brings her hands up to the buttons of her shirt. “I see.”

They strip down with mostly polite hands, and Kira goes ahead to the pebbled shore to begin wading in. The icy water makes her shiver and gasp.

“It’s a bit cold,” Kira warns Nat over her shoulder. Nat, tall and beautiful and very naked, follows Kira without trepidation.

“I’m sure it’s fine—Oh dear,” Nat yelps the minute she’s ankle deep. She jumps right back onto the shore, arms flying around herself, eyes wide. “Kira, that is inhumane.”

“You don’t have to get in if you don’t want to,” Kira says, toying with the end of her braid. “I really did just want to bring you here to swim, but we can also get dressed and just enjoy a little time together.”

Nat sniffs delicately. “No, I will be fine. Just give me a moment, you go ahead.”

[roboty-is-neat-ok]

Woody and Roboty being implied to be connected somehow but never going into detail about it is like. so frustrating/fun to me bc i think about it all the time and speculate but also not knowing makes me mad in an irrational "all of this happened offscreen and i don't like that" way.

but like what are they? How much was Roboty involved in Woody getting like. less fearful of everything? how did that happen?

Is the "place of comfort" Woody talks about in bfb 23 the waterfall? how does that work when Woody is deathly afraid of grey (also the waterfall is implied to be under gbs lab in northern Goiky but thats besides the point)? Did he mostly overcome that fear via the waterfall? (emphasis on mostly, as its shown in the finale hes still a little scared of it)

ALSO ALSO! SPEAKING OF BFB 23. ANOTHER TIDBIT IN THERE I FIND INTERESTING:

when Woody is scared by Leafy, instead of running away or cowering, he stands. perfectly still. with a blank expression on his face.

I wonder where he learned to do that.

OK THAT MIGHT BE A STRETCH BUT UNTIL WE GET MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THESE TWO IM GONNA BELIEVE IT.

[kpforpresident]

What if Clarke accidentally kills one of Lexa's plants that she asked her to take care of while she was away? Clarke replaces it with a lookalike but Lexa knows something is off

Lexa, armed with a spray bottle and a glass of her favourite six dollar Trader Joes red, wanders absently through the apartment that her and Clarke have shared for the past year as she hums quietly along with the radio that plays faintly in the kitchen as Clarke bangs around making them dinner. Lexa had winced slightly as she was shooed gently from the kitchen by a slightly manic-eyed Clarke, deciding to not point out the smear of pesto that marred one perfect pink cheek.

She picks up the slender silver watering can from its home on the mantle as she gently tips the spout into the base of that same Thai Constellation Monstera that had brought them together a few years ago, smiling slightly as the semi-dry soil soaked up the clear waterfall like a thirsty sponge. Lexa had flown out to the west coast at the last minute over the weekend to meet Anya and Raven's newest little one, a bright eyed little girl with a singular tuft of midnight hair and the most beautiful rosebud mouth that Lexa had ever laid eyes upon. She was named Jo after their favorite character from their beloved Louisa May Alcott book, and she had completely and utterly twined Lexa around a perfect little finger within the first minutes of meeting.

Lexa smiles softly as she remembers how Jo had slept on her shoulder as Raven and Anya had chatted softly in the background, eyes tired but alight with the soft kind of contented love that only parenthood could bring.

Burnt orange light bathes their living room as the sun quietly sinks below the skyline, casting burnished golden shadows over everything. Lexa continues to sip from her crystalline glass and tent to the plants she knows that Clarke most likely nervously avoided with all of her might while Lexa was away.

Her fingers brush over the fern that slumps on the small stool next to her favorite reading chair, the slouchy green velvet an idea place to curl up on a rainy morning with a cup of tea and a novel.

She's halfway across the room to dump the remainder of the water onto the fiddle fig that stand sentry by the doorway when a thoughtful crease mars her forehead as Lexa slowly retraces her steps to cast another thoughtful eye across the leafy green fern.

"Love?" Lexa calls as she wanders her way back across the worn hardware floors, battered wood gleaming slightly in the dying light of the lazy Saturday.

Clarke hummed an affirmative as a golden halo of hair popped out of the kitchen door, eyes lighting up as she glided forward to press a soft kiss to Lexa's wine flushed cheek. Lexa leaned into the small act of love as she moved around the counter to perch on a barstool so as to not get into the way of the culinary hurricane that was Clarke making homemade pasta.

"Clarke?"

Clarke looks up with a quicksilver smile as she tosses the pasta into the battered pot at the back of their small stove, stirring as she deftly sprinkles a pinch of salt into the merrily burbling water.

"Lexa?" Clarke chirps back, obediently moving away from the stove to focus on Lexa. Clarke scoops her wine glass off the counter as she enters Lexa's orbit, cradling the pale liquid in one hand as she brushes errant hairs out of her field of vision with the other.

"Why is the fern in the living room different, Clarke?"

Lexa watches with faint amusement as her words sink into Clarke, sees her process as a faint flush steals across already reddened cheeks, her fingers twitch around her wine glass as she flounders slightly. Because Lexa knows Clarke and her infinite roladex of facial expressions by heart, Lexa can also tell when Clarke decides to go with honesty as a faint pout shadows her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry Lex, I tried," Clarke beseeches as she spreads the fingers on her free hand placatingly, a small poof of flour flying off of her person as she practically vibrates with the energy of someone newly condemned. "The damn thing just crisped immediately when you left, and I know you said that one in particular is picky, and I couldn't do anything to revive that silly little fringe plant, so I went to Indra and-"

Lexa, whose eyebrows had been climbing higher and higher on her forehead throughout Clarke's impassioned speech, holds up a finger to cut off her harried lover before steam can begin to spout from Clarke's ears.

"Clarke, it's fine, it's just a maidenhair fern," Lexa soothes as she reaches across the bar to grab a flailing limb, smoothing her thumb across Clarke's hand as she feels her girlfriend's entire body relax at her touch.

"I- well- ok," Clarke lamely finishes, peering up at Lexa from her lower position with guileless eyes.

Lexa presses an adoring kiss to Clarke's hand as she smirks slightly, swinging her legs off the barstool to move into the kitchen to help tug down plates as Clarke hastily stirred the noodles.

"I can't believe you thought you'd just be able to swap plants and that I wouldn't notice, I run a plant shop, for chrissake, Clarke," Lexa manages to laugh around a mouthful of wine as she playfully hip checks Clarke.

Clarke shakes her head emphatically as she stirs fresh pesto into the now-drained pasta, spots of red still high on her cheeks.

"They're both green and fluffy and I cannot tell the difference Lexa, not all of us can identify every plant and fungi in the animal kingdom with one eye closed--"

Unbeknownst to the girls, the sun crept slowly below the horizon as night settled, velvety and infinite, over the city of Polis.

[ratsoh-writes]

(This is before the festival. Hehe)

Lliana had wandered off while visiting the caves. And having some time on their hands, they and their bitty just walked around a trail that led to a little neighborhood.

Dergal was looking at everything through the glass of the drone

The farms of waterfall are pretty. It’s dimly lit with a pale light, you can see the path just fine but can only look out so far into the fields.

One farm in particular has a lovely herby scent. Mismatched rows of various herbs, leafy greens and strangely shaped tuber vegetables sway in the wind. The fence has a candle holder every other post and two candles are lit along the archway leading to the farms home

[mini-leafster]

so where does the story go now? (NOT THE WIZARD)

Well. I've found a little cave behind the waterfall, so I'm taking a break.

The Leafy Jr. detector thing is REALLY going off, though. I think I'm close by.

I'm going to take a nap. Maybe this will solve itself by then, I dunno.