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neteyamssyulang · 11 months

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Day 23

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem avatar reader

Summary: You decided to visit your mate during training not expecting the plans he has once you show up.

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, P in V, Marking, Creampie, Choking, Slight Aftercare.

Word count: 1587

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved, Nga yawne lu oer -> I love you.

A/N: This has to be my favorite one now🤭

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

You made your way to the training grounds before sneaking up and jumping onto your mates back. Neteyam was in the middle of a lesson when suddenly he felt someone jump onto him.

His eyes widened in shock but quickly realized who it was "W-what are you doing?" You giggled before reluctantly getting off him "I missed you."

"Is that so?" He smirked trying to act confident even though his heart was beating like crazy. "I missed you too paskalin" he then gently pulled you close placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"You didn't have to attack me in order to talk to me though" Neteyam teased. "Well I wanted to surprise you" you grin. The male chuckled "You succeed, so what's up?." you shrug "I just wanted to see how the training was going."

"Ah I see, it's going well we're about to start some drills. Are you going to stay?" He silently hoped you'd say yes. "Would you like me to stay?" You say while running your hands down and up his toned chest.

Neteyam winked at you "Of course I would, but are you up for what I have planned?" You raised your eyebrow at him "I am yes."

"We'll see." He trailed his finger on your lips causing you to shiver at the touch. He then slowly brought your faces close together until your lips were mere centimeters from eachother.

"Shall we?" He smirked daring you to make the move. "Oh shut up and kiss me" you immediately catch his lips with yours while wrapping your arms around his neck.

Neteyam let out a deep chuckle against your lips enjoying the way you took charge. He then wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer deepening the kiss.

His tongue pressed against your lips demanding entrance which you happily granted. As you allowed him inside he immediately took control exploring your mouth.

A low growl rumbled through him as he savored your taste, his hands trailed down to grip your ass firmly. "T-teyam" you moaned into the kiss.

"Yes yawne?" He murmured letting his lips trace kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin lightly causing a trail of goosebumps to erupt on your body.

"Sh-shouldn't you get back to training?" You say starting to pull away from him. Your mate tsked pulled you back to him "They can start without me, I'd much rather concentrate on something else right now."

Neteyam trailed his lips to the other side of your neck gently biting the soft skin. Shivers ran down your spine as you moaned softly.

His grip tightened as he felt your reaction "You enjoy this don't you?" He murmured sucking on your sweet spot.

"Y-yes" another moan left your lips. Neteyam grinned letting out a throaty chuckle "Then let's cut this conversation short and find somewhere more...private~"

Before you could react he scooped you up bridal style making you giggle. "I know a place where no one will find us" he said as he carried you away to a different part of the forest.

It didn't take him long to reach his destination. You both were in the middle of the forest, in a secluded glade. The tall trees above you offered shade, the grass soft and lush. It was peaceful, quiet... and intimate.

Neteyam set you down on the ground, and without warning he pressed you against the bark of a tree, his body trapping you.

Your eyes widened but immediately placed your arms around his neck. When Neteyam was sure that you were properly pressed up against the tree, he planted a hand on your waist, holding you still.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" He whispered in your left ear, trailing his tongue along the sensitive lobe. His other hand was planted against the bark, holding him in place.

"It-it’s what I wanted" you whimpered softly, your mate gave a satisfied smirk and then he was upon you, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.

This time, he didn't hesitate to let his tongue explore your mouth, to dance against yours. He let out a low groan.

His arms slid up your body, one hand traveling to the back of your neck, the other back to your waist pressing him even closer until you could feel every inch of him... and still, he wanted more.

You moaned into the kiss while moving your hands to rest on his shoulders, The kiss turned more intense, and Neteyam's hands traveled down the backs of your legs, lifting you up.

He purred at the contact, his breath hitching once more against you. Slowly, he started to lower you back so that you were lying on the ground, him above above.

Neteyam continued to let his hands roam across your body. This time, however, he wasn't just simply skimming along your skin... rather, his hands slid under your woven top to touch and grope your breasts. When he felt you shiver and moan against his touch, he knew his plan was working.

Your mate leaned pressing a kiss down against your neck. You moaned his name as your back slightly arched off the ground, He let out a light chuckle and grinned, then pulled your top off to reveal more skin for him to explore.

"You're beautiful when you blush," he murmured, letting his fangs nip at your neck. He gripped onto you waist but not painful, and his tongue left a trail of kisses down your chest.

Soft whimpers left you as you layed your head back relishing in this moment. The sounds you were making pleased him, and he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction... but he didn't stop there.

Eventually, he removed his hands from your waist placing them now by the sides of your head. His tongue started a long trail back up your chest, ending at the crook of your neck... and then he stopped, waiting.

Shuddering you moved your head to the side giving him complete access to your neck, It was all the incentive he needed.

As soon as he got the desired amount of exposed skin, he went at it, burying his head in your neck and nibbling, licking, and, biting. He could tell his pace was getting more aggressive, but it wasn't anything you needed to be scared of...

It was quite the contrary, as your reaction told him that it was more of a turn on for you. You moaned his name as your back arched, your hands now moving to his back digging your nails into him.

He chuckled at that, knowing it would only make you dig your nails deeper. Without a moment to spare, he lifted you up and carried you in his arms, only to set you back down on the ground. But this time, with your back towards him.

"Hands on the tree" he demanded. You gulped but obeyed placing your hands on the tree. You heard him growl in pleasure, and could imagine the smile he was wearing.

"Good girl." Neteyam stepped back for a moment, admiring the sight... and then he got his hands busy with you again, his fingertips tracing along your shoulders, neck, back, hips... till he finally unties your loincloth throwing it somewhere off to the side.

He skillfully removed his own before lining his tip up with your entrance, slowly he pushed inside groaning as your velvety walls clenched around him.

Your nails dug into the bark of the tree as your mate set a brutal pace. Your moans filled the area along with skin slapping against eachother, Neteyam tugged on your kuru making you hiss at the pain mixed with pleasure.

“T-tsa-heylu ma’teyam..” You choked out as his cock started brushing against your g spot repeatedly. Chuckling he obeyed your wish bringing his own kuru infront of him connecting them.

You groaned as the pleasure became more heightened, your legs threatened to give out. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other moved to you throat gently squeezing.

“Eywa paskalin…you feel so good wrapped around me” your mate whimpered next to your right ear. He quickened his pace slamming roughly into your already aching core making you reach your climax.

A silent scream left your lips as you squirted coating his lower abdomen and legs with your juices. Even as you came he didn’t stop, he couldn’t.

When you felt Neteyam wrap his tail around your thigh you knew he was close, after a few more thrusts he bit down onto your shoulder as his cum spilled inside of your womb.

The feeling of him throbbing inside your cunt mixed with him biting you sent you over the edge once again. Your both still breathing heavily as he carefully pulled out of you, you whined at the loss but quickly relaxed as he pried your nails from the tree and layed you down onto the ground once again.

He grabbed a cloth from the little bag you always carried and cleaned the mess between your legs as gentle as he could knowing you were sensitive.

After he did himself he put your loincloth back on along with your top as well as his own loincloth before laying down behind you pulling you flush against his chest. “My good girl.. nga yawne lu oer” he whispered in your ear.

“Nga yawne lu oer Ma’Teyam” you smiled before sleep overcame you. Neteyam placed a kiss on your cheek as he too fell asleep holding you.

#avatar the way of water #adult neteyam #james cameron avatar #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyamssyulang #avatar pandora #comments really appreciated #follow #neteyam smut #lunaskinktober2023 #avatar kinktober #neteyam x avatar!reader

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queerofthedagger · 2 years

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Monaaa beloved ❤️ will you please write angst prompt number 18. "Please talk to me" for one of your December ficlets? 👀 Can be either merthur or dreamling <3 your choice.

Miaaa <33 Some emotional hurt/comfort dreamling just for you! <3

devotion in morning grey

As a general rule, Dream does not interfere with his lover’s dreams, no matter how badly his fingers itch to condemn some of Hob’s worse nightmares. Too important, for the human mind to face its darkness.

Tonight, though, the entire fabric of the Dreaming ripples. Something tugs at the place within Dream’s chest that ought to be occupied by a heart, and he has to manifest teeth, just to clench them against the fissures of fear that are cascading across his consciousness.

He enters the dream in question before he can doubt such a decision.

He does not expect to find himself in the New Inn.

“Then I will take my leave of you and prove you wrong.”

Hob watches, frozen; Dream does, too. It is a memory, except for all the ways in which it is not. Except for how this is the New Inn, not the White Horse; for how the year is clearly 2022 or one close to it, and not the 19th century.

How Dream knows that they are not distant acquaintances in this scenario.

This is a nightmare of Dream leaving, despite the promises he has bitten into the soft flesh of Hob’s throat countless times, by now.

His counterpart disappears into the rain-drenched night, and Dream steps into the scene, allowing himself to be noticed.

Hob’s gaze, when it finds him, bears no relief; there is only resignation.

Swallowing against the dread, Dream gathers the powers of his realm around himself. “This dream is over.”

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He sits on the edge of Hob’s bed as Hob drifts into waking.

He watches as Hob presses his knuckles against his eyes, hands trembling. When the silence stretches, when Hob refuses to look at him even though he is clearly aware of Dream’s presence, he finally, carefully tugs Hob’s hands away from his face.

“Talk to me,” he requests. He swallows and adds, “Please.”

The noise spilling out of Hob’s throat is self-deprecating and hollow. “What is there to talk about? You saw how it goes.”

Beneath Dream’s fingertips, Hob’s pulse beats wildly. It is still early in London, the morning barely forcing its way inside, and Dream is not sure how to convey the irrefutable fact that there is nothing Hob could say that would get Dream to leave again.

A frightful thought, even on the best of days. The crux of the matter too, as it seems.

As a general rule, Dream does not interfere with his lover’s dreams. This, he thinks, taking in the bruised skin beneath Hob’s eyes, the exhausted slope of his mouth, might require an exception.

He raises Hob’s hand to his mouth and kisses his fingertips, one after the other. The callouses are rough from the centuries, are painfully human, and all the more dear for it; Hob’s weary eyes track his every movement.

“I vow to you, I will not leave you again,” he says, spins it into an oath made of centuries’ worth of power, and lets it sink into the skin of their hands.

“Dream—”

“You have reason to fear, both from experience and what you know of me,” Dream continues; no matter how much it displeases him, it is the truth, after all. “But you know me, too, to stay true to my word, do you not?”

Hob’s lips twitch faintly, and Dream knows without needing power or inhuman insight that Hob is thinking of another promise Dream had made him, one spoken in anger, that he had not, in fact, kept.

He runs his fingertips across the back of Hob’s hand, around his wrist, until he can lift the frail point of his pulse to his mouth, too.

“Will you trust me?” he asks, too aware of how monumental a request it is.

Hob merely laughs; it is a low, throaty sound, that settles between them as Hob pushes himself up. “Always have; you know that.”

“Then what is it about this scenario that upsets you so? Your fear was strong enough to summon me through half of my realm.”

A lesser man may have looked ashamed; Hob mostly looks sheepish.

It untethers something warm within Dream’s chest, the way that Hob never falters, not even when stripped bare to his marrow.

“Then what?” he asks once more because he needs to know. He needs to make sure—

“I will fuck it up again at some point,” Hob says, shrugging as if stating a foregone conclusion. “And whether you will come back to sort it out, to let me make it up to you a second time… Well, that is anyone’s guess, isn’t it?”

Perhaps the worst part, Dream thinks, is that he cannot protest this notion with as much certainty as he would like.

Not even between the two of them does his track record speak in his favour.

He touches his fingertips to the edges of Hob’s jaw, and for once, does not carefully pick and re-examine every word that he is about to use.

“I cannot promise you that I will never again disappear,” he says, and Hob smiles at him in response, but it is a sad thing; it chafes against the corners of Dream’s soul. “But what I can promise you is that I will always, always return to you.”

“Dream, you don’t—”

“I returned after you proclaimed me lonely. I returned after I had been held captive by a mere human for over a century, and I confessed my shame to you, too. A capricious creature I may be, but you know nothing yet of the extent of my devotion, Hob Gadling. I will return to you, always; I cannot make vows about how long it will take me, but I do vow, upon my honour and my function, that you will not rid yourself of me by something so simple as insult.”

In the lines of Hob’s face, Dream can read the surprise. He can read the pleasure there, too, and presses his fingers to Hob’s mouth to commit it to memory.

“Well,” Hob eventually says, something both exasperated and fond—finally, finally—curling through his voice, “I suppose then it is lucky that we both have more than enough time to wait out your moods, is it not?”

Dream hums in agreement, searching Hob’s face. He finds the beloved warmth there, the willingness to endure centuries of waiting; to try, again and again.

He leans forward to catch Hob’s lips with his own, and licks his promise to do better into Hob’s open mouth.

When Hob touches him in return, it feels as if he believes it, too.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #sandman fic #mona's writing #december gift-ficlets #mia tag

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otome-obsessions · 3 months

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One Day and One Night - [Victor x Kate]

Chapter 1.5 - Victor

WC: 444

I watch her race out of my office, her teacup still nearly full and steaming on my desk. As I circle the rim of the delicate china with my finger, the other peaceful moments in this room pass through my mind. We always spend as much time together as possible during these morning rendezvous, our smiles and laughter as natural and invigorating as a summer breeze…

Perhaps I’d been too selfish in exposing my want to her. Too eager to let the mask slip.

But her naive determination to throw herself into my arms is just too sweet a temptation. Her shuddering breaths, the sweat beading on her brow, and the mix of terror and anticipation on her face all blended together into an intoxicating cocktail even I could get drunk on. She is warm and kind and sweet and oh so vulnerable.

But above all she is mine.

With a heavy sigh I sink my head into my hands and rake my fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands in the hope that the sting would restore some clarity of mind.

Oh, how I’d tried to banish that dark possessive instinct. She thinks me a kind and compassionate man, and a part of me wants to be that for her and all those dear to me. I’ve tried to be civilized and gentlemanly, rarely exposing my hunger after that day she accidentally shattered my favorite piece of china. I’ve been amorous and tender with her throughout our courtship, but the thought of my beloved robin sinking into sin and depravity makes a deep seated part of me quake in expectation.

Who would have guessed that I’d become so enamored with a common letter carrier? That I’d become so wantonly desirous. So… Needy.

Because I do need her now. It was only meant to be a glancing fancy, but now… I need to make Kate mine.

Come twilight I should send her off with a chaste kiss to the forehead. I could do as I’ve done before and mask my true intentions with a quick excuse and a buoyant facade. Maybe she’d even pretend to be fooled to respect the line I drew in the sand. That would be the correct course of action – the good thing to do.

“You’re always telling the boys to be loyal to the desires of their wicked hearts, aren’t you? Well, you’re a member of Crown too, Vic.”

A dark and throaty chuckle passes through my lips. How could I argue with my own words turned against me? If my beloved Kate is determined to dance with me in the dark, I’ll envelop her in it. Completely.

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#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil fanfiction #ikevil victor #ikevil kate

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taste-thewaste · 5 months

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fic pride tag

thank you so much for the tags my lovely friends <3 @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

this is going to be interesting because I have to be nice to myself and proud of my work lol let's goooo (all of these are firstprince because i'm vanilla)

1. Gorgeous. Another short little dude in my T Swift series, inspired by the song. This is the first line, and I've always loved it:

They are in a small bar in Paris, drunk on French 75s and the nearness of each other, staring at the Eiffel Tower when Alex starts making fun of him.

2. i wanna touch your body (so fucking electric). my beloved first smut fic!! so proud of how this one turned out actually. here's my favorite bit of the boys sexting each other

Later that night, when Henry is safely sequestered in his rooms and able to do what he likes, he opens his text thread with Alex and sends a barb of his own. Thinking about the way your dick looks when it’s curved against your belly. You’re so fucking pretty. Alex’s phone goes off, and he looks away from the skillet that he’s cooking chicken in to check. He reads Henry’s text and his cheeks flame, a bolt of lightning heads straight to his groin, and his dick stirs. Pretty? Yes. You have a pretty cock, Alex. Sue me. Alex moans, and he can’t think of what to say because his mind is flushed with want and need. Luckily, Henry seems to know this and follows up. I want your pretty cock in my pretty mouth so I can hear you beg. Alex’s dick is painfully hard, and he’s grateful for just a moment, in his haze of arousal, that he’d swapped his characteristically tight jeans for sweatpants when he’d gotten home. He manages to tap out a response before he starts taking care of himself. I’d be begging so loud that we’d rattle the ghosts of all those dead gay kings in that castle. I’d peel the wallpaper with my screams for you, baby. Alex finishes coming as soon as the smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off. He’s burned the chicken.

3. i could've danced all night. henry tutu fic!! this fic is so filthy, and i love this bit

“You…your dick is, uh, ahhhh, cock, and…” is all Alex manages to spit out before throwing his head back and abandoning all pretense of sexy talk. He can’t focus on anything but the feeling of Henry’s giant hands on him ( seriously , is anything about this man tiny?) and how close he is to coming. “My ‘dick is cock’, eh? That’s eloquent. Pure poetry, love,” Henry says with a low, throaty laugh, feeling himself going even harder than he already had been. Alex cock drunk is his favorite thing; the idea that he can fuck Alex stupid does something to him. He strokes even faster, shutting Alex up before he can even attempt some kind of comeback.

4. only bought this dress so you could take it off. alex in a little black dress and red bottoms! utter filth. here's my favorite part.

Alex knows what’s coming soon, who’s coming soon, and the thought brings a grin to his face. “Look at you, so out of your mind that you’re reduced to fucking a carpet because you just can’t get enough. It hurts, doesn’t it, you little slut? It hurts but it feels good, it feels so good , doesn’t it?” He punctuates each ‘good’ with a dig of the heels, and then Henry screams, fucking screams like his spirit is being wrenched from his body. He waits until Henry’s finished—he can tell by the way he is just lying there, spent, his body heaving and out of breath—and then he steps off. The vague part of Alex that is still himself underneath the fog of arousal that’s clouded his head wants to pull Henry up, clean him off, make sure he’s okay. That part, however, is locked in the recesses of his brain, and he wants to keep going because it’s his turn now, and by the look Henry gives him when he sits up, he knows that, too. “Come here.” Alex snaps his fingers again, and Henry starts to rise to his feet. “Did I say to stand up? I said to come here. ” Henry stops, looks up at Alex like he is confused, but he isn’t, and Alex knows it. He drops to his knees and crawls forward, his knees pushing through the mess he’s made without even thinking, moves forward until he is right in front of Alex.

5. turn the desert to glass (you would be the one). henry's tummy fic, the fic I am most proud of. i worked so hard on it!! here's two of my favorite parts bc i can't pick just one

After a few moments, Alex rests one hand on the lower part of Henry’s belly, where he’s the softest, and leans over to grab another spoonful of mousse. “You look like the most pampered, spoiled, overfed little prince right now,” he says in a low voice as the bite of rich dessert disappears down Henry’s pretty throat.

and

A tiny sound squeaks past Henry’s lips, a sound he can’t control but knows will drive Alex mad, a sound that means more . Alex slips a finger inside of him, and another, opens him up like he is a book he’s been dying to read, and Henry bares down shamelessly, his own hand twisted in the sheets at his side.

6. Your Lipstick, His Collar. my multi chap emo early 2000s college au being co-written with my bestie! this fic is so. much. fun. and here's a bit I love from one of my chapters:

“Here, you dropped this.” Alex’s iPod, suddenly pinker than anything in the world had a real right to be, is being handed to him. Alex looks up finally and his stomach does a flip as Henry’s eyes, as blue as any ocean he’s ever seen, lock with his. Now that he’s up close, he can see the remnants of yesterday’s eyeliner still smudged around Henry’s eyes, and he wants to know why and how and when and where he’s worn it. He wants to sit next to him and watch him put it on. He wants to watch Henry squeeze into those jeans that are really too tight to be allowed, really too tight to be anything more than a major tease, and he wants to…oh, he has to stop thinking right fucking now because things are going to get even more awkward if he doesn’t. “Thanks,” Alex says quietly, trying to not think about the feeling of Henry’s fingers against his as he takes the iPod. They’re soft and gentle, and all he can imagine is the delicate way they must hold an eyeliner pencil. “I like that song,” Henry says, and Alex can’t handle the way the words come out of his mouth, the way they fall from his lips in the lightest, most dignified accent, like the gentle flapping of a bird’s wing. “What?” Alex blurts stupidly, the word falling from his lips with a thud and rolling down the sidewalk like a giant turd. Christ, he’s an idiot.

7. take me out, and take me home. my newest, my lil baby!

Alex tells him the things he’s never told anyone, and Henry places a hand on his knee while he talks. He is quiet and still and holds Alex’s words with so much reverence and care. In return, Henry tells him the things he’s most afraid of, the things that have hurt him the most. He stares Alex in the eyes and gives him pieces of himself that he has never given to anyone.

tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @agostobuwan @stratocumulusperlucidus @priincebutt

@piratefalls @doublecheekedkinard those are my 7 but please feel free to use this open tag and tag me if you want to do it!!

#fic pride #my fic

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hyasynthia · 1 year

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A Maiden, Forlorn (Part 3, NSFW)

Writing for a ghost, and myself as well. Things are getting steamy. I have no clue how to write smut and how fast, so I'm just trying things out. <3

TW: Masturbation, Voyeurism

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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His words lay heavy in the air. How had he never seen the sacrifices before? This made no sense at all. Every 5 years, one sacrifice was given to the forest, to the beast who sat just some mere feet away from her. Or was there another beast who roamed these woods?

“Sire, I mean no ill, but I am not the first sacrifice given to these forests. Do you mean that there is some other beast who too roams these parts?”

His look of annoyance was blatant now, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he had smelt something rotten. “Another beast? These are my forests. I was born and I will die with them, I live and breathe as a part of them. It is my job, as warden and protector here.”

My confusion met his. “I mean no harm. But my village has made maiden sacrifices to apparently not you- every five years for as long as anyone can remember? Do you mean to say I am the first ever sacrifice ever found? Have all the others before me just died on the stone to be taken as carrion: Starved or frozen to death?”

A long silence followed, but the answer was clear. I would be the only sacrifice to leave the stone, as far as my knowledge knew.

“Sire, what is your name?” I asked, my voice hoarse and thick.

“Vidar. I am sorry, little female. I am not a child of the gods your people praise, and the stone table you were tied to is blessed by your priestesses, and therefore exempt from my forests. Had I known of the sacrifices, I would have taken them too… I just happened to be in the southern part of the forest when I heard your laughter. I’ve never heard a human laugh before. Screams, wails and nervous chatter are the only things I have experienced.”. He paused, and my eyes welled with tears. All those sacrifices… Screams and wails? Yet I have never felt more secure than now. why won't my body react correctly to the beast- Vidar?

“I am curious. That has always been my fault. That is my I touched your arm on the table. Never have I seen skin as soft as yours. I didn’t know that you would run for your life; as if you could get away from me.”

“Of course, I would run. Imagine if I held a knife to your arm, whilst all you could think about was when you were going to be devoured!!” My words were desperate and breathy, and my eyes started to overflow with tears. Frustration at my predicament, the forgotten sacrifices, my dear beloved mother, my friends in the village… I laughed again, and I could feel Vidar’s gaze on my face. I lay down and looked at the ceiling. When was I going to die? I would rather he just kill me now, so I don’t have to worry anymore.

However, he stood up and I could see him in the corner of my gaze. My face was wet again, and my laughter died out as soon as it had arrived. I saw his hand approaching, and I couldn’t care less. He had made it very clear that he would not harm me. His claws were somewhat retracted, like a cat’s would be, and it grazed my face.

“You are crying. But you are laughing. What do you mean? I cannot understand you, little female.”

“My name is Cosette, had you asked. And I’m afraid that not even human men can understand human females. So, I wouldn’t attempt it if I were you.”

This time, Vidar laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, which reverberated through my bones. A single spark of desire rose from below, and my cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“I will leave you to sleep, Cosette, you need rest in order to be able to heal properly.”

His hand, which had been resting on my jaw withdrew, and it felt cold to be without bodily contact. Sleep came fast, and was dreamless.

It must have been early morning when I woke, for soft golden shafts of light were streaming in through the window panels. I yawned audibly before stretching my entire body. Tentatively, I reached my legs down to the wooden floors. The bed was rather tall, and sitting on the edge, my feet didn’t touch the ground. I scooted myself off and groaned when my feet hit the floor. Legs that had not been used in a day? Awful feeling. But, nature was calling, and I prayed to the gods that Vidar had some form of outhouse.

The rest of the cabin suited the bedroom well, with just one other room with tall wooden walls, a wrought iron fireplace and a giant butcher's block in the centre. It was simple, and you could tell that Vidar did not spend much time indoors. The fresh air felt sweet on my face as I pushed open the heavy cabin door. What was it with these unreasonably heavy doors? No outhouse in sight, i noticed. Around the back there was none either, but Vidar was there. I stood for a while, admiring him.

The forgotten sacrifices had not been his fault, i reasoned with myself. He has done nothing wrong- except partially my arm, but that wasn’t truly his fault. I smiled softly towards him, as i his back muscles rippled with effort. He looked quite human at times, with this broad torso, and long arms. Except, of course, for the fact that he was covered in fur. It was a dark grey colour, with flecks of brown and cream concentrating on his lower belly. I wonder how far down it goes… My eyes widen as I feel myself getting wet, and I am apparently not the only one to notice either.

Vidar turns his head to look at me, and it is the first time I have seen his face in the light. It was dark as well, almost darker than the rest of his body, were it not for his hauntingly beautiful amber eyes. Tension lies in the air as he looks at me intently, and his nostrils flare. I almost die of embarrassment.

“Vidar… I’m sorry to ask, but where should I go to relieve myself?” My cheeks are probably beetroot by now. He laughs before saying that all I have to do is find a place downstream. I thanked him and scurried off quickly.

Apparently, I was a little too fast, and a little too close, for I heard heavy grunts and pants emitting from the back garden when i came back. I stay still in the cover of the trees and hide. I can’t help myself. And neither can he.

He sits, hunched over on the woodchopping stump, his hand working fervently between his legs. I’ve never seen a “cock” before, as my older friend had called it. I had seen the family horses’, it's difficult not to, but Meline had told me that every animal, including humans, had different ones. I switch positions and crouch on the ground, and I find myself at eye level with his cock. It's dark, like his fur, but tinged purple- with thick veins littering it. It looks painful, I note, as I see it pulsing from afar. It has a large bulge at the bottom of it, growing by the second. With a loud groan, Vidar arches his head back in ecstasy- that, I understand, as his cock starts to emit long heavy spurts of semen. My pussy aches below my dress, but it is too much of a risk to touch myself here. He stands up and pulls back on his loincloth, and I suddenly find myself annoyed that I cannot see him anymore.

Forsaking myself, I quickly start to rub my clit with my hands, and I lean back against a tall pine tree, closing my eyes in pleasure. My back arches and my climax is oh-so-close when I open my eyes slightly. Fuck the gods and their seven horses. Vidar is standing right in front of me, leaning against a parallel tree. My mouth falls agape and I wrench my hand away from my clit, but I am too late. My climax courses through my body, and I moan loudly as my body fully relaxes. I am totally and utterly mortified as I look at him once again, and all he does is gaze at me. I brush down my dress and right my hair before looking at him again.

“You could have just approached me, little female, had you wanted to gaze upon me. I would not have minded, especially if I got this show afterwards, Cosette..”

#forest god #sacrifice #moster x human #human x monster #terato #teratophillia #monster #maiden #forest guardian #first time writer #beast

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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maybe a tw scenario where malleus really needs to burp but it’s stuck so the prefect has to pat him on the back to get it out?

I decided to make this one a little fluffier because its Malleus ;3

Warning: contains bloating burp kink burps fluffy feels indigestion tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs

"Are you okay Tsunotarou?" Yuu asked with a concerned frown. She was sitting on the couch next to dorm leader Malleus Draconia who had on his fine school dress uniform and blazer.

"Nnf...whatever do you mean dear?" Malleus asked with a light scowl on his pale handsome face.

"You've been in a bad mood ever since you came back from lunch with Lilia."

Malleus looked down with his brow still furrowed and very lightly rubbed his chest. He looked uncomfortable.

"Ungh I must apologize if I seem a tad short my sweet. Riddle looked to be hosting tea time with all of the dorm leaders and their subordinates. Even Leona showed up if just to consume all of the sandwiches Trey had prepared. They seemed to be having quite a lot of fun together..." Malleus' eyes burned a little when he said that. But he quickly composed himself and rubbed his chest some more. "Suddenly lunch didn't seem to agree with me."

"...Lost your appetite?" Yuu asked.

"I suppose so. My lunch didn't seem to last as long as it usually does despite having larger portions than usual. I may have helped myself to Lilia's dish as well as Silver's and none of them seemed especially filling. But I've had rather fierce heartburn ever since..."

Yuu rested her face in her palm and shook her head. "It means you probably ate way too much way too fast..." she explained.

"Perhaps. My chest has felt funny ever since. As though there were a significant amount of weight pressing against it," Malleus explained and once again rubbed his chest gently.

Yuu giggled. "That means you probably have to burp, silly."

Malleus seemed to pout slightly. "I'm hardly silly dear."

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Here lemme help. Sit up straight for a sec."

Malleus looked confused but he nonetheless sat up with his back straightened perfectly. Yuu crawled up to Malleus right by his side and gently began thumping the center of his back right between his shoulder blades. She kept thumping her open palm into his back while Malleus looked on with confusion.

But his confusion gave way to more discomfort. His strain seemed to worsen the more Yuu patted his back like a baby. He tried to speak up but as soon as he opened his fine mouth Malleus was caught off guard by a loud throat rattling burp that rumbled out of him so hard that a plum of smoke expelled from his jaws. It was big enough to rattle off the walls and make the couch itself seem to quiver.

"Jeez Tsunotarou!" Yuu exclaimed. Her cheeks burning red.

Malleus covered his mouth in surprise which was still spewing some smoke but the relief he felt was so immediate he couldn't stop a moan of euphoria from exiting his mouth.

"Oooohhhh my...pardon me my dear but...hhhaaahh...that felt splendid..."

"I'll bet," yuu observed still a little hot under the collar. She instinctively gave his back another few pats to see if anymore would come up.

To Yuu's splendor an especially firm pat made her boyfriend give a deep throaty burp that rolled out for a few seconds and made more smoke expel out of him.

"Wow you really overate quickly didn't you..." Yuu marveled.

She continued to drum Malleus' backside like a baby until she hit the right spot and caused a short sharp burp to erupt from the young prince and then a much deeper and longer one rolled out shortly after. Yuu counted three plus seconds on that one.

Malleus groaned and blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth. Then he slumped into the couch with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend lovingly.

"Unnngh...that made such a world of difference..." he groaned. "...Thank you so much my beloved..."

Her face was still furiously red. But because Yuu was so daring she pulled Malleus closer to her so she was resting into his lean and defined torso. Then she unbuttoned his blazer and vest to put her hand on Malleus' tummy. It felt a little distended but not as bloated as she knew it could get.

"Feels like that did the trick," she said and started to rub Malleus' stomach in circles.

The young dragon prince groaned pleasurably in her touch and leaned against her. "Oooohhhh do please continue that my sweet..."

Yuu was more than happy to oblige him.

She look it a little further by unbuttoning his dress shirt from the bottom. Yuu exposed Malleus' pale bare stomach and put her hand on it. His middle felt a little puffy and slightly less defined than it usually was. That extra softness made Malleus' tummy so comforting to the touch.

So Yuu gently rubbed Malleus' belly in relaxing circles. Her soft hand slid up and down the subtlest curve to his belly which made Malleus groan pleasurably especially when her finger teased his belly button. While she rubbed she lightly patted Malleus' belly to bask in how it felt and sounded with each little pat she gave.

Malleus smirked at her. "Are you still trying to make me expel pressure from my system?"

"Yep," Yuu replied with a furious blush but no shame.

The dormhead was amused despite not fully understanding Yuu's fetish or really understanding fetishes much at all.

Nevertheless he guided her hand towards the upper part of his stomach where she could feel it was the most tense. Yuu could sense the angry organ burbling especially hard around this part. So she pressed down on Malleus' belly and made the young fae throw his head back with a burp so loud that it could have very easily been mistaken for a dragon roar. Especially with the small fire that spewed from his mouth as a result of the force.

Malleus blinked with surprise and covered his mouth blushing a little himself.

"...Ngh...m-my apologies..."

"......Is it weird that the dragon fire just made that burp even hotter...?" Yuu asked with a face as red as Riddle's whenever someone called him short.

Malleus muffled a smaller afterburp and palmed his chest gently. "Ungh. Not at all. Fire makes everything hotter," Malleus replied mistaking the "hotness" Yuu described for literal heat.

She laughed and shook her head at how oblivious the powerful prince could be sometimes. Malleus blinked with confusion. It all just made him so much cuter.

Yuu continued to gently stroke Malleus' tummy while the prince leaned back and savored his girlfriends touch. As she sat on the couch rubbing Malleus' belly she looked off in thought then stared back at Malleus.

"Tsunotar...Mal?"

"Hm?" Malleus was so relaxed that his eyes were rested shut. They half opened and he glanced down at his girlfriend.

"...Are you okay?"

Malleus snorted softly through his tiny nostrils. "If you're asking whether I need to expel more pressure-"

"-No. I mean...are you feeling hurt?"

A second passed then Malleus smiled a little sadly. "...I'm used to being left out. The others either fear me or in the case of Leona...despise me."

She stopped rubbing for a moment then gently started to stroke Malleus' soft cheek. "I don't."

Malleus glanced back at Yuu and smiled a little more gently. He cupped her hand against his cheek and leaned into it almost gratefully.

Yuu smiled and continued to lovingly caress his cheek. "How would you like to have some tea time together? Just the two of us?"

Malleus smiled and took her hand. "I would cherish that immensely my love..." he said sincerely and kissed Yuu's hand in a princely fashion.

Yuu's cheeks flared up at that gesture. Then she returned it by leaning up to Malleus and surprising the young prince with a kiss on his lips. Now it was Malleus' turn to blush a little but he smirked anew and leaned into Yuu's kiss. The two young students lovingly made out with each other with Yuu's free hand still planted atop Malleus' stomach.

When she leaned in closer her hand pressed a little more firmly onto Malleus' belly. It was just bloated enough from his anger-eating earlier that the added pressure worked up a deep gurgle. He felt more pressure rising up his throat and quickly pulled his lips away from Yuu's just in time to turn his head and give a thick closed mouth burp that Yuu heard rumble heavily within Malleus' mouth.

The young prince blew the smokey gas out from his lips and flushed slightly.

"...M-My apologies."

But Yuu's red face didn't suggest disgust.

"Y'know with me...next time you don't have to pull away," she said a little eagerly.

Malleus blinked then chuckled softly through his nose. "...You truly are a strange one my dear child of man...and I continue to cherish every second I'm fortunate enough to be with you..."

Sometimes being with Malleus felt like a dream. Here was this all powerful wizard who was young impossibly attractive and capable of all manner of feats through his relentless dark magic. Yet he seemed to relish every moment he got to spend with some magic-less girl from another realm altogether.

Once someone got past his intimidating aura Malleus was one of the sweetest most considerate mages a girl could ever meet.

That he happened to both be impossibly adorable and managed to be walking kinkfuel from time to time certainly didn't hurt either.

#kink fic #malleus #yuu #malleus x yuu #tummyache #belly kink #tummy rubs #burping #burp kink #feels #fluff #feel good #relationship #patting back #wholesome

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binniedeactivated · 3 years

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— #txt reactions.

(toxic txt....)

a/n; hey guysssss <3 toxic txt under the cut

╰┈➤ soobin --- it finally happened and you couldn't be happier. you were waiting for this moment since you first got the job. especially since you worked your ass off in that place day and night, picking up the slack that your coworkers left for you. you were excited that all of that work didn't go to waste and that your boss finally saw the value you held at the company. when you finally came home you just wanted to do a happy dance across the kitchen floor. a $25,000 raise and a promotion was enough to make you dance like no one was watching. except, someone was watching and it was your beloved husband soobin, who was currently cooking and smirking a little at how giddy you looked. "someone's excited?", he spoke, stirring the food in the pot. you turned to hang your coat on the coat rack trying to hold back how much you wanted to just run around the house. "I have good news baby". he fetches the seasonings across from him. "what is it?". you exhaled, "remember when I'd come home complaining about work and how lazy my coworkers are and how they never do anything?". soobin nods and hums. "mhm?". your heart started to pound. "well.. I don't have to do that anymore because i finally got a raise and a promotion! And I'm making more money than them now. I even get to manage several locations I'm so excited!". you were expecting a lot of reactions out of soobin, but one thing you weren't expecting was for him to go completely cold after that sentence. he didn't smile or jump around with you. he just stood there and continued cooking as if you didn't say anything at all. "soobin?". he hums in response. "did you hear me? I just said I got a promotion and a raise". he nods his head. "yeah I heard you". you throw your hands down at your sides, getting pissed. "so? you're not going to be happy for me?". he leans his hands on the counter giving you a deathly stare. "you don't ever think before you take things? like honestly. how are you going to manage several locations that are much too far from the house? that position is too much". he said annoyingly. you couldn't believe he was being like this. "it's a position that's going to get me closer to the position I really want to be in. why are you turning this into something negative?". he continues stirring, "because it is. it's a dumb decision".

╰┈➤ yeonjun --- as soon as you guys started this type of relationship you agreed it would be a strictly friends with benefits type of deal. no romance or anything of that sort. just sex. good enough sex to satisfy you both throughout your stressors of life. you couldn't get enough of yeonjun and he couldn't get enough of you. he knew exactly how to handle you. but as yeonjun came and went from tour to tour around the world, you had kids. two of them. and it was getting difficult by the day caring for them by yourself and taking in all the finanical responsibility especially if their father was a pop star. yes, yeonjun was their father and you had yet to tell him. in order to cover things up you told him you were screwing around with one of your exes, which yeonjun didn't really care about since he was only with you just for the sex anyways. well, that's mainly what scared you. he didn't care about you or your life, just sex with you. it was the weekend just before yeonjun was scheduled to go on another tour again, and after another session with him he had fallen asleep beside you. money was getting tight and you were on the verge of almost losing your home due to caring for the kids. you decided that it was time he knew, so that he could at least help you. you shook him gently until his eyes fluttering open. "yeonjun? we need to talk". he rubs his eyes and yawns. "about?". you bit the sides of your tongue nervously. "i haven't been honest with you". you admitted, leaving yeonjun to immediately give you a heart wrenching stare that gave you goosebumps. that was another thing about yeonjun. he had a temper equivalent to a lion's roar. "what are you talking about?". you breathed. "those kids? that I told you were from my ex...they're not. they're yours. I had them while you were touring and I hid most of my pregnancy from you and I'm sorry. I'm struggling to raise them alone and I really need a father figure to help me with this". he immediately exhales and facepalms himself in distress. "why are you just now telling me this shit?". "I was scared of what you were going to say". "you don't just drop that on someone. especially while I'm in the midst of another tour-- i can't do this right now". he grabs his shirt and wrestles it over his head. "where are you going?". "I'm leaving. I have to deal with this when I'm ready to deal with it". he lifts himself off the bed and you panic when he walk towards the door. "yeonjun I'm telling you I need help I can't do this alone". he doesn't even look at you before he shuts the door behind himself. "I have to go".

╰┈➤ beomgyu --- "well I think this house is perfect for you both and I can't wait to see you two moving in it". you nodded at your realtor, doing the last walk around in the home you and beomgyu dreamt of having. you wished he could've been here, the moment you guys were finally going to pay the closing costs and settle things just before moving in. but unfortunately he told you that he had to work almost all day today and he wouldn't have the time. you thought this was kind of a special moment but you didn't want to make such a fuss about it. you instead did things on your own, pooling out your wallet to pay the money that would make you and beomgyu home owners. but once you unzipped your wallet you realized that every wad of cash that you held within it was gone. your stomach churned at the sight, not believing this was happening to you at this moment. you gave a nervous chuckle at your realtor, doing another search through your purse trying to figure out if it dropped in there perhaps. you could've sworn it was in your wallet beforehand. looking through your purse hadn't helped, you could only find a couple of old crumpled dollar bills. what was once the most happiest moment of your life quickly became the most embarrassing. and to make matters worse you recalled that beomgyu had been spending more than usual lately, thousands at a time in fact and claiming that it was for work. nothing made you more angry than being embarrassed like that in front of your realtor and possibly loosing the home, most of this anger is the anger that you unleashed on beomgyu as soon as he walked in the door that night. "so what the fuck gyu? what the fuck was that today?". he kicked his shoes off at the door tiredly. "what are you talking about?". he asks even though he knew already. he expected this to happen."you know that house that we already started buying? yeah the closing fee had to be paid today and you knew that. where did all that money go?! why the fuck are you spending so much money?! that was the house that we always wanted". "I didn't spend the money. I don't know what your problem is, blaming me when you're the one being irresponsible". "you're a liar! that closing money was in my wallet for weeks. now all of a sudden when I'm about to spend it it's gone. you have bad spending habits and lately they've gotten worse. where's the fucking money gyu?". he said nothing, just continued walking passed you and getting ready for bed like you weren't even there. he knew what he spent the money on. strippers and explicit services from different women. but that was the last thing he was going to tell you. you swallowed hard and continued speaking. your cheeks burned with fury. "and to top it all off you knew I wanted that house to be ours so we can build a family and start our life in it. why do you do fucked up shit and just not care?". he finally shifted his attention towards you, looking more mellow than anything else. "you need to calm down. alright? I didn't spend it. and if anything, we can find a house somewhere else. it isn't that serious and you need to stop blaming me for everything".

╰┈➤ taehyun --- it always got like this when taehyun was drunk. and taehyun drank pretty often. he wasn't a stranger to liquor and that's what made you most afraid when he got a hold of any. especially on a night like this. your job was having a banquet in celebration of your boss and you were required to attend. you bought a beautiful gown for yourself and of course a lot of expensive makeup and jewelry. you wanted to look your absolute best since almost every executive you could name would be there. but unfortunately taehyun was home, drinking and watching you get ready. he winced at the burning sensation of the liquor slithering down his throat. "where do you think you're going?". you could see him through your long mirror, looking like a drunken mess. his eyes were hazed and he didn't really look like himself. not the sweetheart taehyun that you once knew, the one that used his funny and romantic personality to reel you in the beginning. "I'm going to a banquet taehyun. it's for my boss and I can't be late". he swallows and takes another look at you. "you think you're going anywhere looking like that? what? are you planning on leaving me?". you should've. you should've left him a long time ago as soon as he started to show signs and you knew it. "It's a banquet taehyun. I have to look my best. I can't be looking crazy in front of everyone". he did that fake laugh that you hated. "stop being a liar. you think you're leaving me, and I'm not letting that happen". you shake your head. "don't start this. not tonight. I told you I have somewhere to be and I'm telling the truth. If I were leaving you I would've been gone already". he gives another throaty laugh before taking another swig of his drink. he was nothing like you thought he was when you first met him. "please. you would've been gone already? do you really think there's people out there that want you?". you snapped your head back at him in shock. "what?". "I said do you really think there's people out there that want you? you're lucky that you even have me. you haven't left me not because you don't want to, but because you can't". you clenched your jaw tightly in a fit of rage. "what?". he smirked. he liked whenever he hit a nerve with you. "you heard me. you made me like this. drinking all the time and shit. you drive me crazy. you see how much you've ruined me? you're a toxic piece of shit and no one else is going to put up with you".

╰┈➤ kai --- you both talked about this already. way before your relationship had even started heuning assured that he was completely fine with it. you had a son from your previous boyfriend and kai offered to care for him even though he wasn't exactly his. your son wasn't the problem but it was your ex that drove kai up a wall. he hated the way that your ex was still in love with you. he hated the way he looked at you. he hated the way he talked to you, sweet, and almost as if he was trying his absolute best to win your heart back. what you didn't know about kai was that his jealousy streak was far beyond anything you could ever imagine. so much that he wouldn't even be able to stomach the thought of you with someone else. or you having friends even, taking away the time you could've been spending with him. his jealousy went to unbearable lengths, most of which you haven't seen because he hid this trait from you. it was your son's third birthday, you were throwing a party from him in the backyard of your home. it was the cutest thing kai had ever saw and he wanted to just jump in the bouncy houses along with the kids. but instead, your boyfriend put his childlike traits away and steadily watched you and the father of your child talking across the yard. he couldn't tell what the conversation was about but he saw the man smiling. it didn't take much for kai to make assumptions and as of now he assumed he was flirting with you yet again. he approached the both of you, sliding his arm around your waist and kissing you on your cheek right in front of him. he could see the anger simmering in the man's eyes but kai didn't care. he does that smile that he does for everyone. the smile that made him look like an innocent child "baby I think jae had an accident in the bouncy house", kai informed you. you hurried to the child's aid just like he wanted, leaving him and the man alone. kai reaches into his back pocket and discreetly flicks up his blade, pushing it against the man's clothed stomach. the man's eyes grew large at the sudden threat. kai smirked at his fear. his smile faded and his eyes grew incredibly dark. "flirt with my fiancé again and I promise this blade will go straight through you".

#yeonjun #yeonjun angst #toxic!jun #soobin #soobin angst #toxic!soobin #beomgyu #beomgyu angst #toxic!gyu #taehyun #taehyun angst #toxic!tyun #kai #heuning kai angst #toxic!kai #toxic!txt #txt reactions #txt angst #toxic relationships

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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still thinking abt gojo and his heart shaped pubic hair

-throaty

gojo and his WHAT?????

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#stop ik this is a silly but it's making me swoon a little #he could do anything and make it look good #he is so gorgeous to me #throaty my beloved <3 #he cuts it in a heart shaped landing strip so that when you go down on him it's like he's thanking you every time ur nose hits it #i want him #i knoowww this is a silly but i DESIRE him deeply #i YEARN

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hotvintagepoll · 6 months

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Gene Tierney (Laura, The Ghost and Mrs Muir, Leave Her to Heaven)— The class, the elegance. The way she walks into frame and immediately all focus is on her. She had a pretty lengthy struggle with mental health that she describes in her book, which I think made her all the more sensitive in portraying characters like in leave her to heaven. Also she dumped JFK so

Moira Shearer (The Red Shoes)— Moira Shearer is one of the most awe-inspiring dancers ever put to screen. Watching her performance in 'The Red Shoes' changed my fucking life. When I saw her in 'Peeping Tom' it was one of the most anxiety-inducing experiences I've ever had watching a film. Moira Shearer was not only an actress who can make you feel, she's an actress who can make you feel *desperately afraid* for her. An all-time favourite for horror, dance, and just her /presence/, man.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Gene Tierney:

The entire plot of Laura is that a guy has to become completely obsessed with a woman after just seeing her portrait. This only works because Gene was cast in the role. I 10000% believe anyone could fall in love after seeing her face.

Those eyes! Just look at those eyes! She’s at her hottest in Leave Her To Heaven— I literally want her to ruin my life.

Absolute grade-A babe, she is the perfection incarnate.

Gene Tierney was beautiful, poised, intense. I associate her with roles where she was murderous or an intelligent woman being patronized to - like a woman on the edge! As far as I am concerned, she deserved to do whatever she wanted.

She had a slight overbite which was amazingly sexy, and a throaty voice that was very memorable as well. She’s terrific in Laura, which reminds me I should watch it again.

EYES!! Her diabolical acting in Leave Her to Heaven is just perfect, Rosamund Pike definitely took notes for her Gone Girl from her.

Oscar-nominated and simply one of the most beautiful women to ever walk this Earth.

Absolutely stunning. In Leave Her to Heaven, she reaches Rosamund-Pike-in-Gone-Girl levels of “holy fucking shit?!?!?!” She had a fling with JFK in the ‘40s and also dated the exes of Rita Hayworth and Hedy Lamarr (Prince Aly Khan and W. Howard Lee, respectively). Sadly, her daughter was born with a disability (during a time in which there were few good mainstream options for disabled children and their parents), likely because of a fan who was sick with measles and went out of her way to meet Tierney (who was pregnant) anyway. Topical! Sure would be good if people stayed home when they were sick! Anyway, she was also a Republican, which sucks. Laura and Leave Her to Heaven are great viewing though.

Moira Shearer:

[editor's note: if your TWs include death, body horror, or general freaky stuff, go forward with caution with the videos. Enjoy!]

Scottish flame-haired professional ballerina who made a successful move into films with ballet classic "The Red Shoes" and several other films. The best way to convey her beauty and grace is to see her in motion so gifsets are attached.

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Please check her out as Olympia in The Tales of Hoffmann, it's one of my favourite examples of automata ballet and she's so awesome in it

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Her performance in 'The Red Shoes' (if you ever have the opportunity to see this on the big screen, TAKE IT.)

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#moira shearer #gene tierney #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years

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From the fluff prompt, may I ask n°2 with Fives?? I just I just love the way you write him. And the quote is just-

*screams*

Love u lots <3

- @hellothere-generalangsty

MY BELOVED GENERAL, YOU BLESS ME WITH FIVES CONTENT

note: this is right before the citadel arc, oomph

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

Prompts found here!!

You leaned on the edge of the balcony, staring down at the speeders that passed by your little apartment. Fives had been out all day with some meeting, busy discussing some upcoming mission that regular civillians like you couldn’t know about, now or even after the missions.

It always worried you. Fives would get up some nights and sit on the side of the bed and cry, or just hold you close. The nightmares got bad some nights- the strongest man you knew, the ARC trooper, would be reduced to a thrashing mess of tears and babbling cries for you, for touch, for love.

Two strong arms wrapped around you, anchoring you mercilessly with love that everyone truly deserved to feel. "Feeling alright, love?" His voice was deep, throaty, soothing from the shower he must have just gotten out of. You smiled quietly- he smelled like your soap, like pines and trees. Fives always joked he only dated you because you had the best smelling soap on this side of the planet, but the way he pressed his lips to your neck with a huff of laughter reminded you otherwise.

You giggled and pushed gently against his chin, the bristles of his goatee tickling your neck. "You know I'm doing okay when you're home."

Home. What a whimsically meaningless word for a man like him, trekking all over the galaxy, to planets grand and exotic places, fighting grandiose battles- but he chose to come back to you. Fives chose to bring the weight of war back home to you, settle back against you and let you take care of him.

You held that close- you with some kind of spell over him, lulling him into a kind of domestic bliss that made him smell like your pine soap, heavy and warm and weighted in the best ways against you.

Fives pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours as you ran your hand over the light fabric of his shirt. "I'll miss you, mesh'la," He whispered. "But no matter how far across the galaxy I go it will never be too far from you."

"Even going next door is too far." You smoothed your hands up his neck to his cheeks, your fingers brushing the tanned and leathered skin. Even his jaw was muscular, the way it clenched in determination or rotated when he was trying to not laugh at something you said. "So of course going across planets is going to be too far."

"Oh, feeble hearted." Fives laughed and pressed his lips gently to your head. He paused, and said gently. "But if this mission, I don't come ho-"

"Stop." Your hand flew up to his lips. "Please," You whispered, shaking your head. "Don't even speak of such things."

"We have to talk about it, it may-"

"Never.* The word burned as you said it, and your grasped his shirt in your fingers, hands shaking. "I know you'll always find your way back to me, back home. I know you will."

Fives shushed you, gently, taking your fingers in his hand and gently kissing each of your fingers. "I didn't want to make you cry, love."

You were crying? You didn't realize it until you blinked, vision blurring, and something wet rolled down your cheek. Your other hand released him and you rubbed at the tear, examining your wet knuckles with a grim couriosty, and you said, quietly, "Oh."

Fives leaned down, to your level, and gently cupped your face. "I will find my way back to you, promise." He kissed the slope of your cheek gently, lips warm and chapped and absolutely perfect. "But this is a talk we have to have. I want you to be... Realistic about this."

"Not tonight," You whispered, tugging yourself into his shirt. "Wait until you're home next time."

The silence was thick, but he gently kissed the top of your head. "Mmkay. I'll come home to you, pinkie promise. But for now-" He squeezed your frame. "Let's enjoy me being home, huh?"

You sighed, that sweet nature scent as green and fresh as the very trees it came from. Home, you kissed him, arms wrapping about his neck and trapping his lips to yours. He laughed lightly against you and pressed his hands to your waist.

Home was not your apartment- it was him, or it was you, steady and warm and waiting with open arms.

#fives x reader #clone wars reader insert #fives #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives #fives x you #arc trooper fives x you #clone wars insert #minty writes

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cosmosisvibing · 4 years

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𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘-𝚐𝚘 - 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗

y.j.g x f! reader

warnings: smut, cervix kisses, choking, sex in class, unprotected sex, breeding kink, bulging kink, *god complex entered the chat*

this is my first smut story and it has over 1k words 😀😀 enjoy 😩😩

It was 8 am, still in lockdown but school starting up again. Y/n woke up in a particularly bad and horny mood, having not seen her boyfriend Jeongin over the weekend. Someone knocked on her door 5 minutes before she had to get into the class call.

“Who in the fuck knocks on my door this-“ she stopped midsentence, seeing her beloved frost haired boyfriend standing in front of her with two cups of coffee to-go in one hand and her favorite muffins in the other. The frown on her face immediately getting replaced by a smile as she hugs her boyfriend. “Good morning baby, I’m sorry for not being able to come over this weekend but my classes got cancelled today and I thought I should stick around for your classes! And I got you your favorite muffins!!”

Y/N thanked the boy, letting him in, “My class is gonna start in like 3 minutes now and I don’t want to” Y/N said in a whiny tone making Jeongin giggle. “Now now, I thought you were my smart and good girl hmm?” Jeongin said, the blush on Y/Ns face way to obvious. “I’m just kidding, you already are. Now sit down, I’ll get you a blanket while you join the class, okay sweetheart?” the boy told the girl who was now plugging in her headset to her PC, letting out a “Mhm!” of approval. Jeongin came back soon after with the promised blankets and draped one over his girlfriend and one over himself, sitting next to her but being out of the frame, so the others don’t see him.

25 Minutes into the class, and the teacher told everyone to mute the mics and close the cams to work on an assignment. Jeongin took that as a sign to go behind Y/N and make her sit on his lap, to which she happily complied and got comfortable on his lap. Jeongin simply wanted to cuddle her and make her feel comfortable, but the way Y/N was moving around and trying to get comfortable was making him grow under her. “Y/N stop moving” he told her, slightly hissing when she stopped right on his crotch. “I’m trying to get comfortable, did I do something?” Y/N asked him, not noticing his hard on underneath her. “Yeah, you did this”, and he said that, he bucked his hips up a bit while pressing her hips down on him. This caused Y/N to let out a whimper. “We can’t do that now though, I’m still in class!” she reminded him. “You are muted and have your camera off. You either help me out, or I’ll tease and play with you once the camera is back on. Now please babe, you’re pressing so deliciously against me, I know you want it too.”

“Okay, we’ve got 10 minutes-“, “Perfect!” Jeongin immediately replied. Y/N stood up, disregarding her sweatpants and underwear as Jeongin raised his hips to slide down his pants and underwear at the same time, his member slapping against his abdomen. Precum was already leaking from the tip, making Y/N gulp. “Come here angel” Jeongin called out to Y/N, his voice a bit deeper now, lust and want clouding his mind. He pulled Y/N down on his lap, aligning himself up with her glistening hole. “You’re already so wet baby, and you said you’re still in class hm??” he questioned her, lowering her on him, easily entering her due to how wet she was. “Y-yeah, now please move, you’re so hot inside me-“ she whined, almost begging him.

Thrusting up into her, both hands on her waist as she almost fell over from the first thrust, grunting by how Y/N clenched around him. The second thrust emitted a throaty moan from Y/N, sending a wave of pleasure straight to Jeongins core, spurring him on to hit the spongy bundle of nerves that has her crumbling right in front of him. He knew Y/Ns body like the back of his hand, making him find that special spot with simple movements. Adjusting himself, he makes Y/Ns back arch by lightly pushing down on her lower back with his hand and his other hand finds its way to her clit. This action caused Y/N to jolt as he thrust up into her, hitting her sweet spot and clench even more around him.

Suddenly speaking up, “I bet you can’t hit my cervix” Y/N challenged him with a cocky grin that has Jeongin chuckling lowly. “Oh wouldn’t you like to know, angel?” he replies, readjusting himself again, his hand trailing up Y/Ns throat, pressing her towards him. The hand that was previously on her clit playing with it like it’s a toy, was now on her tummy, pressing down. The action caused them both to moan out loud, “I’m so deep in you, you really think I wouldn’t be able to kiss your sweet cervix?” he questioned her. He thrusted up into her multiple time when- “F-FUCK-“ her voice cracked, making Jeongin giggle underneath her, continuing his ministrations on her. “God please please, Jeongin please cum inside me, please I need you please-“, moaning out, her words flipping a switch inside Jeongin. “Oh what was that darling?” *thrust* “Did you just” *thrust* “call” *thrust* “me” *thrust* “god, hmm?”, his ego growing. “Please what baby? Answer me darling, we only have 4 minutes left. Be a good girl for me, tell me what you want me to do.”

“F-fuck yes yes, please cum inside of me, I need you to fill me up. I’ll be good too. I’ll keep it inside of until my classes are done but p-please just cum inside me, g-god fuck-“ she tried to answer, the lust and pleasure within her intensifying as he choked her a bit more due to her words, his hips snapping up into hers hard. How could he not do what she’s asking him to do when she her pleas sound like a prayer, waiting for him to answer them. Her moans putting the angels choir to shame.

“Turn towards me angel, I need to see your face.” he commanded, her complying immediately. The new angle making him hit her cervix even more, so painful yet so euphoric, the feeling now addicting. Jeongin always thought that Y/N was so cute and hot whenever they fucked, but right now, he thought he was seeing heaven. Her fucked out face, slightly disoriented gaze and her messy ponytail. She truly looked beautiful. Bringing her back by kissing her deeply and tugging on her hair slightly, groaning and panting into the kiss, which got messier by the second. He felt himself get closer as well as Y/N close to reaching her high by the way she clenched around him as if she was trying to suck him in. Diving into her neck, littering it with love bites.

“God fuck, I’m so close, so so close. P-please let me cum, please please-“, begging him made him only more determined to get her to finish. He just needed fo feel her warm juices engulf. “Go ahead angel, let go for me” Jeongin encouraged her. Kissing her cervix one last time, Y/N finally came around his cock, moaning his name out like a mantra on repeat, clenching as she felt him pulsate inside of her. Not having reached his high yet, he continued to abuse her clit, the clenching and his tip kissing her cervix, got him closer. Jeongin came with a loud moan, Y/Ns name leaving his mouth with a groan. His warm cum painting her walls white, making her moan and squirm as some of it shot against her cervix. “Angel you’re milking me dry, d-did you want it so bad?”

Jeongin groans, making sure every drop of him stays inside of her, “You have 30 seconds left. I’m not going to pull out. Point your screen up a bit. I’m going to lay down so they don’t see me, stay still and be my good angel, okay baby?” he whispers in her ear, making her turn around. Finally catching her breath, she pecks his lips, “Okay, thank you baby, that way better than the coffee and muffin-“ “Okay class, everyone turn your camera back on and unmute. Time to discuss the solutions.” the teacher spoke up, startling the lovers. Jeongin reached for a pillow to rest his head, laying down and caressing Y/Ns thighs as he did. The movement making Y/N squirm and whisper out a squeaky “I’m sorry-!” making her boyfriend smile at her, which she couldn’t see.

It’s fair to say that Y/N couldn’t properly concentrate the whole day, her teachers even asking if she’s possibly sick since she looked tense all the time. But her only reply was “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”

#help #i had to rewrite the smut and i don’t really like it but it’ll do #brain went brrr #jeongin smut #stray kids smut #blu not giving up on sth?? now that’s a surprise #blu writes???

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fettsvette · 3 years

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Heat

Boba Fett takes you on a faraway hunt that involves a prolonged journey through hyperspace. You’re horny as fuck, but your man is too preoccupied with running a tight ship to pay you any mind - until things get a little too desperate.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader Words: 3.0k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Edgeplay, teasing, rough penetration

Can be found on Archive of Our Own here.

Mando’a terminology

ad’ika - little one

cyare - beloved

mesh’la - beautiful

Another whine.

Another stomp of a boot.

Still no relief in sight.

You could be dying, and he wouldn’t even look at you.

“You need to settle down, ad’ika . I don’t have time for this right now.” Boba Fett warned sternly, his helmet just barely twitching to the side to regard you as you paced the cockpit, your footfalls having become increasingly louder and more obnoxious as time dragged on.

The journey through hyperspace had lasted several hours already, and it was projected to go on for many more; and that’s if your flight plan continued on ahead of schedule. Why exactly Boba had felt the need to pursue a job all the way out in Wild Space, you had no idea. It was an average bounty, one that you frankly considered beneath his talents, but perhaps that was why he determined it had been safe enough to bring you along for the ride for once. Not that you really saw the point in your presence anyway; the thought of going on an adventure with your beau had thrilled you at first, thinking that the days would be filled with exploring strange, distant worlds together, the nights consisting of passionate lovemaking for hours on end. Instead, what you were getting was a whole lot of sitting around, staring out the viewport at the blue and white streaks of stars passing you by. The prospect of traveling at lightspeed had seemed exciting, but you truly hadn’t realized just how boring it actually was until you were stuck in the middle of it.

Especially when the man you were on this sojourn with was much too preoccupied with fine-tuning every gadget and system aboard his prized transport, obsessively tracking the ship’s progress across the galaxy, rather than keeping his cyar’ika entertained.

You couldn’t recall the amount of times your lover had told you to sit down, to be quiet, to climb up to your shared sleeping quarters behind the cockpit and take a nap to pass the time. He’d even threatened to lock you in one of the cages reserved for his hard merchandise down in the cargo hold until the Slave I reached its destination, but swiftly backpedaled when you expressed a little too much excitement at the idea.

You were desperate for Boba Fett’s touch, for his hand on your thigh, his lips on your neck, his thigh in between your knees, something - and he was purposefully ignoring you. No, he wasn’t just ignoring you… he was torturing you.

It’d been days since Boba had touched you. He wasn’t even coming to bed with you, as far as you knew - when you’d retire for the night, he’d still be sitting in his pilot’s chair, motionless saved for his gloved hands running across the Slave I ’s dashboard, occasionally pressing a button or typing in some incomprehensible command. You’d wait up as long as your body allowed for the feeling of Boba sliding into the cot next to you, a well-muscled arm encircling your waist, his bare chest against your back, the outline of his thick cock pressed against your ass, but it never came. You’d arise hours later and descend the ladder to find him in the same spot you’d left him, or tinkering about down in the cargo hold, polishing one of his many blasters.

The sight of him running a dirty, oiled cloth over the stock of the EE-3 model that had become his personal calling card, the blaster grease coating his rough hands, was enough to drive you wild, make you wish he was dragging the fabric back and forth between your legs instead. Hell, everything he did nowadays made you horny, from palming the thrusters in the cockpit upon exiting or entering lightspeed - ‘the only thruster he should be palming is this one right here,’ you found yourself thinking more often than not - to just seeing those large, powerful hands of his anywhere near the hard expanse of his thighs.

You didn’t just feel aroused, or even simply sexually frustrated - you felt as if you were in heat , like some kind of debased animal left to rut against its master’s leg until it’s been kicked away. You wanted nothing more than to climb up on the console in front of the pilot’s seat and ruck your panties to the side, spreading your legs wide so he could see just how soaked you were for him, beg him to fuck you - or at the very least, bring you to some sort of release with a calloused finger or that deft tongue of his. You’d refrained from pleasuring yourself for the entirety of the trip so far solely so you’d be more than ready for him when he finally decided to claim you, but now you doubted if that time was ever coming.

“Boba, please. I’m suffering over here, and you’re just sitting there -” You began again in a high-pitched whine, not caring just how pathetic and needy you must sound. You could have begun weeping in frustration right then and there, had actually considered dropping to your knees in front of your lover, groveling at his boots for even just one touch. The ache between your legs was becoming more and more unbearable with the passing of each Standard Time Unit, to the point where sometimes you felt as if you were going to cum in your pants solely from walking around too much or positioning yourself in a chair a certain way, bringing yourself to a release from pent-up friction alone.

But it was your accusation of Boba just sitting there that finally elicited a response, after days of being brushed off and outright ignored. His head jerked up with almost blinding speed, and he swiveled the pilot’s chair around to face you, his visor cocked to one side. His large hands gripped his knees tightly, his knuckles standing out sharply against the black leather of his gloves, his legs wide open. His cock was buried beneath several layers of the heavy black fabric that constituted his kama , but you swore you could still make out an impressive bulge nestled there in the lighting, and your mouth watered eagerly at the thought of him finally allowing you to take him in your mouth after so long, to feel his deliciously veiny member seated between your cunt lips.

“I’m not ‘just sitting here .’ This ship is like an extension of myself. It’s as important to me as you are. I don’t expect you to understand that, but I need you to respect it. Hyperspace can be very unstable. Our coordinates and support systems need to be constantly monitored if we’re to spend this long a time at lightspeed, but now I see comprehending that is beyond your capabilities. Perhaps bringing you with me was a mistake, if you’re going to carry on like a selfish little brat for the remainder of our journey.” Boba retorted gruffly, shaking his head as if just speaking to you sickened him. His words felt like a slap across the face, and the corners of your eyes prickled harshly.

You felt tears trickling silently down your cheeks, your face flushed hotly with the shame of not only being reprimanded by the man you loved, but the fact that despite his harshness towards you, you were fucking wet . You could feel the sticky warmth of your own arousal trickling out from between your inner lips and gathering in the cradle of your panties, soaking the thin fabric through. The fact that this man could berate you, insult you, and still you wanted nothing more than to throw yourself at him, beg his forgiveness, impale yourself on his girth over and over again until he filled you with his seed, was making you even hornier than you thought possible. Boba Fett had complete domination over every aspect of you, and it turned you on more than you could ever admit.

“Boba… please . I’m sorry, I just… I need you so fucking bad.” You choked out, your voice nasally and piteous through your tears, your knees slightly buckling inwards in a half-assed attempt to stop the flow of wetness drooling out from your core. Boba gave a low hum and reclined back in his chair, his legs outspread even wider as he repositioned himself against the leather backing, seeming cruelly satisfied with the state he’d left you in.

“Look at you. Are you actually weeping because you want my cock that badly?” Boba clucked his tongue disgustedly, but you could have sworn that he almost sounded in awe despite his tone. Your eyes flickered downwards when you noticed a slight movement of his hand, just in time to see him briefly squeeze at his obscured length, and you let out a throaty moan despite yourself. With a thinly veiled snort of amusement, Boba gestured in the general direction of your bowed, shaking legs, then raised his palm upwards, calling you forward with a quick movement of his fingers.

“Take those off and get over here, girl.”

You’d never shucked off your boots so fast in your life. You didn’t even bother untying the laces, hurriedly hopping from one foot to the next, pulling your feet from the restricting, clunky material in order to wiggle out of your pants and underwear as quickly as you could, panting and whining high in your throat in your excitement. You flung the garments off to the side, almost stumbling in your rush to get to Boba, and immediately reached out to grope for the seam of his trousers, beside yourself in your urge to free his heavy cock from its cloth prison. You were blocked by a firm, warm hand pressed flush against your chest, blunt fingers pressed into your breast and holding you back. Boba was chuckling at your need, a rumble that emanated from deep in his chest. The sound always went straight to your pussy whenever you heard it, so rough and sultry, and your clit throbbed.

“Oh no , sweet thing. Don’t think your tears are going to get you exactly what you want. Like I said, I’m busy. If you’re that desperate to get some relief, you’ll have to work for it yourself. I’m not going to help you.” The sick glee in the bounty hunter’s voice was evident, and he aggressively patted his meaty thigh in order to show you exactly what he meant, when he’d offered to finally let you have what you desired. Boba made no move to get up or further adjust his stance, holding his palm open and again broadly gesturing to his outstretched leg, as if grandly offering you the best seat in the house in a Coruscanti opera. From the way your cunt was fluttering helplessly though, it may as well have been your throne .

Shuffling forward and squatting daintily, you gingerly settled yourself onto the muscular sweep of Boba’s thigh beneath you, hissing sharply as the rough cloth pressed into the sensitive nub of your clit, wiggling the cradle of your pelvis back and forth experimentally to gauge what felt best. Boba gave no notice of your ministrations, he wasn’t even looking at you, and you glanced up to see that he had actually gone back to fiddling with the console of the Slave I as if you weren’t even there, as if your cunt juices weren’t currently soaking through the heavy fabric of his pants.

And so you began to move.

Gently at first, you writhed your pussy every which way in order to discover some semblance of balance, letting out pleased whimpers as your body gradually warmed to the sensation of your folds dragging along the black flight suit. Boba’s arms were outstretched on either side of you and you could hear him pressing buttons and occasionally typing in commands, completely ignoring the fact that you were currently rutting on his leg like an akk dog during mating season. His body betrayed his supposed indifference, though - with every thrust of your hips, your knee bumped his groin and you tellingly felt the generous erection sitting there, warm and heavy and hard. You attempted to reach out and grasp it, stroke him through his pants in time with the grinding of your cunt, but Boba batted your hand away as if you were a child being reprimanded for touching a hot nanowave stove.

You continued to knead Boba’s thigh with your pussy, undulating your heat in stuttering figure-eight motions, a familiar tightness beginning to build in your lower belly, the scrape of the material against your swollen clit becoming overwhelming all too soon for your liking. Underneath your own needy whines as the sensation continued towards its crescendo, you could hear Boba groaning from somewhere deep in his chest despite his best efforts to ignore you and your lewd ministrations in his lap.

Your orgasm hit unexpectedly, triggered by an accidental bump of the edge of his thick leather belt to the hood of your clit, and you let out a guttural moan that sounded more animal than human. Days of pent-up release crested over you like the sand waves of Tatooine’s Dune Sea, over and over again, and your thighs trembled around Boba’s leg as your muscles clenched him. Your lover groaned appreciatively above you, one of the few signs he’d given to show that he was paying attention to your movements. You knew he could feel the flood of wetness from between your legs soaking into his flight suit, possibly through to his bare skin beneath, and that thought alone prompted another volley of spasms to your clit until you were utterly spent.

Your breath came in harsh, almost painful pants, your legs shaking violently as you continued to hold yourself up, your bare toes biting into the durasteel floor of the Slave I beneath you. Boba sighed contentedly above you, the underside of his helmet nipping at the crown of your hair, one strong arm finally looped around your back, bracing you against his chest. You collapsed forward on the reassuring coolness of his breastplate, laying your sweaty cheek against the cold beskar as you shivered through the aftershocks of your orgasm. The relief you felt, after so long, was indescribable. You could have fallen asleep there in that moment, nude from the waist down, straddling Boba Fett’s thigh in the cockpit of his ship, drowsy on the rush of endorphins still flooding through your body. In your relaxed state, it took you a moment to realize that Boba had begun speaking, and you cracked an eye open as the gravity of his words hit you.

“Kriff, you’re so wet, so beautiful for me. Are you ready, cyare?” He cooed sweetly, and before you could even question what you were ready for, Boba pushed you upwards slightly with his legs and his hold on you momentarily faltered, the sound of fabric being shuffled about filling the room. You then knew what he was up to and began hyperventilating in anticipation, wiggling your bottom as the Mandalorian worked himself into position beneath you.

Boba pushed inside of you roughly, and you let out a choked scream, biting down on the swaths of black material circling his throat. Even though you had already cum, had been constantly horny for days, you still weren’t prepared for the sudden intrusion of Boba’s girth into your cunt, your walls spasming around him violently, the sensations too much for your overstimulated body to handle. Boba shushed you softly as you let out several overwhelmed sobs at the burning, stinging presence inside of you. You could feel the blunt head of him pressing against your cervix, an almost unbearable sharpness that you craved despite the discomfort. You knew you’d be able to feel him there for days after, and a pleasant shudder wracked your body.

“Easy there, little one, easy . I’ve got you. Just stay still, mesh’la .” Boba attempted to shush you, patting your back and readjusting his hold on you as you squirmed and gasped in his arms, but you couldn’t stay still if you tried. You attempted to push your hips against his, get some semblance of a rhythm going, but Boba tsk ed, the light pressure he’d had on your waist becoming an iron grip, almost to the point of pain, and you stilled your movements, whining in protest.

“Boba, please … I need to move …” You begged plaintively, tears once again springing to your eyes The laugh you received in response was almost sadistic in sound, and you moaned out of a raw mixture of pain and pleasure when Boba gave a slight roll of his hips, the head of his cock scraping your cervix. When he spoke, his tone was almost delightfully evil, and it made you shudder under his hold.

“Oh no , sweet one. You’ve been such an annoyance to me for the entirety of our journey, and as I said before… I’m busy, and after the way you’ve behaved, I’m not going to let you get what you want that easily. Letting you get yourself off on my thigh was just a tease.” His gloved fingers lazily crawled over your exposed clit, and you hissed at the brief contact, before it was excruciatingly pulled away, Fett’s hand reaching back up to the Slave ’s console again.

“You’re going to sit here on my cock until our next jump point, understand? Nice and quiet, now. If you try to push yourself down on me or wiggle around like a little brat, you’ll be banished to our sleeping quarters until we land, or until you learn to behave like someone your age. Is that clear, cyare?” His voice was sickly sweet, menacing, low and raspy in his throat. You could tell by that alone just how turned on he was, and his length twitched inside of you.

Without waiting for a verbal answer, Boba gave another painfully slow roll of his hips, igniting that fire within your belly once more, and you groaned aloud in reply, burying your face in the dark cloth protecting his neck, choosing to ignore the dark chuckle. He could be so unfair, so karking cruel at times, but you always found yourself coming back for more… and you had a feeling he had no idea how much you were actually enjoying this.

It was going to be a long trip.

#boba fett #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x reader

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tlcwrites · 4 years

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Worth It

Summary:

Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Word Count: 1226

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Poe; Poe Dameron/Fem Reader; pregnancy; Family Dameron adorableness out the wazoo; sooooo much fluff.

Author’s Note: So this happened because my 3-year-old son’s favorite thing to do is ‘play’ Minecraft with his dad. He will snuggle with my husband, both of them staring at that stupid computer for hours, and my husband loves it just as much as our son. Today was no exception. They got ‘creepered’ and I’m telling you, there is nothing like the sound of a toddler belly laughing to make your day better. Of course, because #me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Poe sharing his favorite hobby with his own kid. So here you go. I apologize for the typos because I wrote this in about thirty minutes, but I make no apologies for the cavities that may or may not result from consuming this fluff.

*I know there’s something about Poe’s earliest memory of flying with Shara in the Flight Log, but my copy isn’t getting here until Sunday and I was too impatient to get this done to wait for the details, so any discrepancies with canon are my fault and tbh IDGAF.

Poe’s not entirely certain what his earliest memory of his mom is; he’s pretty sure it was the first time Shara took him past atmo into space, but it’s hard to trust a toddler’s memory. Regardless, he knows his favorite.

He was four, and Shara had taken him up in her beloved RZ-1 A-wing interceptor. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he’d flown with her, perched on her lap, her helmet completely swallowing his head but loving every second of ‘piloting’ the fighter. They flew together most days. Just keeping an eye on the neighborhood, Shara would say, with a wink for her son and a laugh as she pressed a kiss to Kes’ cheek as they clomped back into the house, breathless and euphoric from being airborne.

But that time was special. That time, Shara had woken him up before the dawn and bundled him in her worn green flight jacket, whispering that she had a surprise for him. He remembers waving to his dad, silhouetted by the porch light as the A-wing took flight, rising into the pre-dawn sky.

That was the first morning Poe had ever watched the sun rise from the air. He remembers every detail; from the condensation on the canopy of the ship, to the way the sunlight had slowly filtered over the mountains surrounding the Dameron homestead. It was breathtaking. To a four-year-old, it was life altering. And Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Beka Dameron squeals with delight as the X-Wing bursts through the cloud cover, those same mountains still steadfast guardians around her grandfather’s ranch. Poe can’t help his grin. His daughter’s glee is infectious.

“What do you think, babygirl?” he asks the two-year-old, leaning forward and blowing a raspberry on her cheek. She giggles and he beams. “Should we chase the sunrise and bring it home to Mama?”

“Woop, Daddy!” Beka smacks the flight stick with a chubby fist. “Go woop-woop!”

“Alright, princess, one loop-loop comin’ right up.” Poe flicks a switch and drops a kiss on Beka’s curly mop. “Beebee, you heard the lady!”

From the astromech socket, BB-8 chirps their approval of this plan. Granted, there’s very little the droid wouldn’t do for any of the Damerons, but Beka’s wishes are BB’s commands.

It’s a split second, as his daughter laughs and the sunrise hits the mountain ridge just right, in the stillness before he spins the fighter into motion, that Poe is struck by the strongest sense of deja vu. His throat is suddenly tight and he has to blink rapidly because his eyes are abruptly watery.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Yeah, he definitely gets it.

Tightening his arm around his daughter, Poe whoops. Beka echoes his joyful cry, and the fighter leaps towards the dawn.

On the ground, you watch the X-wing formerly known as Black One as it dips in and out of view through the clouds. You’re positive you can hear your daughter’s giggles from where you stand, as well as her father’s throaty laugh.

Behind you, the kitchen door opens.

“How long have they been up there?” Kes asks, joining you on the porch.

“Not long.” You smile at your father-in-law. “Poe wanted to see the sunrise.”

“He’s his mother’s son, that’s for sure,” he says with an affectionate chuckle, handing you a steaming cup of nysillim tea. “Always in a better mood after starting the day in the air.”

You accept the mug with murmured thanks, both of you watching contentedly as the fighter appears once more below the morning haze.

It’s barely a moment before Poe is expertly landing the fighter in the clearing behind the house. Kes takes your mug before he helps you off the porch, and you both stroll to the makeshift flight pad. The first streams of morning light start to break through the clouds as the ship powers down.

“Mama!” Beka hollers the second the canopy lifts. “Mama, Bee bwaught you sunshine!”

“Yeah, Mama,” Poe echos, carefully tossing the toddler down into Kes’ waiting arms. Beka’s joyful shriek makes everyone smile even bigger. “Had to chase some of those clouds off.”

You laugh as Beka flops backwards in Kes’ arms, her curls dangling as she hangs upside down. You bend to kiss her forehead. “You did great, honey. Did you fly Daddy’s ship for him?”

“Yeah!” Beka giggles. ��We did woop-woops!”

You turn to your husband as he scrambles down the flight ladder. “Is that so?”

“Princess, we talked about this.” Poe tickles Beka with one hand, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. “What happens in the cockpit stays in the cockpit.”

“Oh really?” you murmur quietly.

Poe winks at you. “All woop-woops were conducted under the strictest of safety procedures, Lieutenant. General’s honor.”

BB-8, now freed from the fighter, whistles knowingly.

You raise an eyebrow.

Poe glares at the droid. “Traitor.”

“How about some Iktotch toast for breakfast?” Kes asks Beka, smoothly changing the topic before you and Poe can get going. “Pop’s got zoochberry syrup!”

Beka nearly leaps out of her grandfather’s arms. “ZOOBURYS.”

Laughing, Kes leads the way back to the farmhouse, BB-8 trailing the pair of them like a puppy. As you go to follow, Poe tugs gently on your hand, holding you back.

“You know I’d never put her in danger, right?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, Poe.” You bring a hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he leans into your palm with a contented sigh. “Of course I know that.”

“Just making sure.” He smiles, that half smirk that is your absolute favorite. “How are you feeling?”

You take his hand and position it carefully on the swollen rise of your belly. “She’s been dancing this morning.”

“Yeah?” It only takes a moment before his eyes widen and he lets out a bark of laughter as a foot connects soundly with his palm. “She’s so strong!”

“I’m aware,” you intone wryly. “This one’s got your sass already.”

He laughs again, wisely not arguing (because it’s not like you’re wrong), instead pulling you into his arms and kissing you soundly. You stand as the sky glows from pink to blue, wrapped in each other in the early morning air, until something small hits your legs.

“DADDY. MAMA.” Beka makes the universal toddler sign for ‘up’. “Eye-tot toast! Papa says now!”

“Okay, okay, princess!” Releasing you with one last kiss to your temple, Poe scoops up your daughter, tossing her into the air before settling her on his shoulders. Grinning at you, he wraps his arm back around your shoulders, tugging you securely into his side. “Team Dameron is on the move.”

Beka’s giggles echo through the clearing as you make your way up the gentle rise towards the house. And with his wife and his daughter in his arms, and another kid on the way, Poe can’t help that tightness in his throat again. He’s not even aware of the smile on his face.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Boy, if that’s not the truth.

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FFXIV: An Appetite for Ardor

Wolmeric Week #6: Food

A/N: Well, the plan was for food porn, but that didn’t...happen. So, uh, yeah, enjoy gremlin!Aymeric!

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RATING: M WORD COUNT: 1567 WARNINGS: Two consenting adults being absolutely filthy without ever taking their clothes off except, like, not explicitly. Cross-posted to AO3

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Aymeric peered around the doorjamb into the kitchen, a predatory look on his face.

Synnove stood at the counter, briskly whisking something in the large bowl cradled in her arm. Even with her back turned, she was a feast for his eyes: lovely dark brown hair with its dyed blue done up into crown braids and taped with a bright green ribbon, revealing the back of her neck and a hint of the very top of her back tattoo peeking just above her shirt; the strong lines of her shoulders and biceps flexing as she worked; the flash of her green aetheric tattoos crawling up her forearms; the absolutely gorgeous globes of her arse hugged by those sinful leather pants of her, highlighted further with the cant of her hip. After a moment, she set down her bowl and picked up another, sprinkling its contents—powdered sugar?—into the larger one, and then setting the sugar bowl aside to resume her whisking.

He could, faintly, hear her humming, a tune he had heard before: what the ambient aether of La Noscea sounded like to her. When she was lost in thought, she frequently ended up humming along with the aether of wherever she was and not even realize she was doing so. Combined with the rhythmic clacking of the whisk against the sides of the bowl and the soft shrrrrr of whatever was being mixed within it…

He went from predatory to devious.

He slid forward into the kitchen, careful to glide rather than step; Synnove was deep enough in reverie that she likely would not notice the barely-perceptible sound or vibration of someone walking, but better safe than sorry to pull off this bit of mischief. The motion was made easier with having taken his boots off when he had entered the house, leaving him in his socks for now. He moved around the one spot in the floorboard next to the table in the center of the room that creaked no matter how many times his lady repaired the subfloor and its joists, and then it was just one sliding step, two, three…

He came to a stop a fulm behind Synnove and slightly to her left. He clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward; this close, he could see the hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise as her unconscious mind sensed him.

Into her ear, Aymeric breathed, “Boo.”

Synnove’s SHRIEK shook the kitchen, and he was already ducking down and aside to avoid her whisk as she whirled around, brandishing the tool like a weapon. The force of her momentum sent large dollops of whatever she had been mixing—oooh, chocolate buttercream—splattering onto the center table and one of the chairs; she froze when she caught sight of him, her chest heaving as she stared, emerald eyes wide.

And then they narrowed into furious slits. “You asshole,” she growled. “There are rules about sneaking in my kitchen.”

“You weren’t using a knife,” he said sweetly. “And you didn’t drop the bowl.”

She pointed the whisk menacingly at him. “Don’t try to find a loophole on me, mister,” she said.

Aymeric leaned forward, keeping eye contact with her, and darted his tongue out to lick the end of the whisk. If he had been physically capable of purring like a coeurl, he would have in that moment at the explosion of rich, heady decadence across his tongue. Definitely chocolate buttercream, and with a hint of hazelnut.

His lady’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating and a light flush rosing the bronze of her cheeks, and then she firmed her expression and scowled. She pulled the whisk back towards herself and tucked both it and the bowl of chocolatey heaven protectively against her chest, turning slightly aside for good measure. “There are rules about sex in my kitchen, too.”

“It’s a good rule,” he said, low and throaty, the predatory sensation of just a few minutes ago rising to the fore, and he took a step towards her. “Far less likely to court disaster. Or mental trauma for impressionable aether constructs.”

Synnove took a step back and immediately bumped into the counter. Her cheeks puffed out in the adorable manner they did when she was frustrated, but not the angry kind; this was an expression she rarely allowed anyone to see, and for a moment, Aymeric’s chest warmed with affection. What a treasure, to have the privilege of knowing such an extraordinarily woman at her most unguarded.

“You are a cad,” his lady said with a huff. “A louse. An absolute scoundrel.”

He smiled, sly and pleased, and plucked the buttercream bowl from her grasp, and then the whisk, with no resistance. He set them aside, but not before swiping a stray line of chocolate from the rim of the bowl with his finger, and popping it into his mouth to suck it clean. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as the flavor overwhelmed his senses for a moment; Synnove claimed to not be spectacular at cooking or baking, but experience as ever told him otherwise.

When Aymeric opened his eyes, the blush on Synnove’s face had crept down her neck and the vivid green of her eyes was nearly gone, swallowed almost entirely by pupil. He pulled his finger free of his mouth, and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the countertop on either side of her. They were close enough that their noses were but a hair’s breadth apart, and his lady’s utterly lovely breasts just barely brushed against his chest with every breathe.

“Your scoundrel,” he murmured, and kissed her.

Synnove sighed beneath him, those wondrous eyes falling closed and her fine-boned hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair. He nuzzled against the plushness of her lips, a rumble of satisfaction deep in his chest as her fingers gently raked across his scalp. He tasted chocolate on her, made all the richer by the tang of her skin, and he couldn’t help the chuckle that shook his shoulders; what cook didn’t taste their own creations as they worked, after all?

His beloved gently swatted at him even as a giggle escaped her, and in a moment, he had an arm around her waist to hoist her up onto the edge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his hips in response, pulling him closer, and Aymeric growled, ferocious hunger sizzling up and down his spine. He had held her against himself just this morning before he had left for a day of bureaucratic drudgery, listened to her gasping, breathy moans as he had worked her to a gentle peak with merely his fingers, and still he found being pressed against her from chest to groin and cradled between her thighs as utterly intoxicating as the first time she granted him the pleasure of her favor years ago.

They broke apart long enough to gasp for fresh breath before they clashed together again, their kisses deepening to the edge of ferity with ruthless flashes of nipping teeth; even without bare skin in reach, the heat of her beneath his hands and every sweet sound he pulled from her sent fresh bolts of desire coursing through him. Aymeric had just enough awareness to keep his hips still, despite all his instincts screaming otherwise, and from the rigid tension he felt in her own thighs, shaking from the strain of not moving, he gathered Synnove was struggling much the same. Her rule was a good rule: he still had a faint scar on his palm from the knife that had sliced it open in a moment of lust-induced carelessness in this very kitchen, and the burn on Synnove’s arm from it connecting with the still-on stove had taken weeks to properly heal, even with potions and physick.

Gods, but the temptation to have her in the heart of her domain was damnably strong.

With a growl, he grasped her thighs, and Synnove immediately tightened her hold around his shoulders as he lifted her from the countertop. He wheeled around, fully intending to at least make it to the living room before he ripped her clothes off—

AHEM.

Aymeric froze, eyes fully shooting open and all of his arousal gone in an instant. Synnove’s eyes popped open, too, her face going pale and then bright, glowing red, and they stared at one another for a moment, horrified. They broke apart, and looked down.

Galette glared up at them and chittered angrily. Really.

Aymeric cleared his throat. “My apologies, Galette.”

There is CAKE TO BE MADE.

His lips did not twitch, because of course the sugar fiend’s priorities would lay there, but it was a near thing. Synnove’s head dropped to his shoulder, her blush so fluorescent he could feel it through his jerkin. He wasn’t able to make out what it was she mumbled.

Galette, however, apparently was, as she sniffed disdainfully and trotted out of the kitchen with a flick of her tails.

Synnove unwrapped her legs from around his hips and he obediently helped to gently set her on her feet once more, drawing his hands up to settle on her waist. His lady crossed her arms and glared at him.

“The rule,” she said.

Aymeric grimaced. “I know.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I deserve that.”

“And no cake.”

“Oh, that’s just cruel, love.”

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