#hand-scapula relationship

[lesleyapowell]

Hand It to Me: Connecting to the Core w. Lesley Powell

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[oliwrites]

Best Husband Ever.

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut

summary: you ask loki for something you’ve always wanted, but instead loki says no, but he does have something special planned

warnings: smut 18+!! (minors and pearl clutchers can leave!!!), oral sex (f!receiving), implied piv, established relationship, DOGGIES, really cute stuff tbh

word count: 2.6k

A/N: THIS GIF MAKES ME CACKLE SO HARD

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” You called out for your husband as you padded your feet down the hardwood floors of your shared home. You held your phone in your hand and what displayed on the screen was something that you knew would probably be an immediate no, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

“Yes, my life?” You heard Loki reply from your shared bedroom. You swiftly finished your walk down the hall and leaned into the doorframe entering the room and stared at Loki with a mischievous glint in your eyes that Loki did not miss, “Oh no, what do you want?” Loki added on, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table beside him.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” You lied with a big smile on your face, as you approached your husband who sat gracefully on the bed. Loki obviously did not believe that statement for one second, but still opened his arms, signaling you to crawl on top of him.

You obliged, crawling up the bed and straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, your phone now pressing into his scapula. You placed a kiss on his nose and smiled once again.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” Loki smiled, his hands finding their way to your hips and just resting there. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss on the lips.

As you tried to pull away, Loki’s hand moved from your hip to the back of your neck, keeping you against him. You smiled into the kiss as he did this, obviously showing off his neediness. Loki took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you more fiercely.

The hand that still remained on your hip slipped up underneath the shirt you were wearing, gliding his fingertips across the cool skin that lay beneath the shirt.

The kiss continued along for a little longer until Loki felt a short buzz against the back of his shoulder. Loki pulled away panting, before he remembered that you came in here for something and that something was probably on your phone that laid on his scapula right now.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” Loki smiled, kissing your cheek as your little smirk reappeared on your face.

“Soooo… I was on TikTok today, right? Well, I came across this video with a bunch of cute and funny videos of different dogs and I just looked up different rescue shelters near by, just for fun, of course, and I found this realllyyyy cute Golden Retriever named Sadie,” You explained quickly, finally showing your husband what is up on the screen of your phone right now.

The picture was of a Golden Retriever laying in a sunflower field that was taken by the shelter. Sadie has a dopey yet happy look on her face, but she still looked really thin, you could see her rib cage.

“Darling, I know not if we will even have time to watch over her. I’m sorry, my love, but it’s a no for now,” Loki said solemnly, kissing your nose. He couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt when he saw a look of sadness across your face.

“It’s okay, Lo… I figured I would ask. I just hope Sadie finds a good home that’ll treat her well,” You said with a sad tone in your voice.

**

Around 2 weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t really want to do anything for your birthday besides relax with your husband in bed all day. Tony gave you permission to take off of work for today, since today was a ‘special day’ according to Pepper.

With that said, you decided to sleep in as much as possible, at least, until you woke up with the feeling of intrusion just beneath the blankets that hung low on your hips. You let out a moan of pleasure as the intrusion was, in reality, Loki’s fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out in a raspy morning voice, bucking your hips against his fingers and his face. He swirled his tongue around your clit before coming up from beneath the sheets, stilling his fingers inside of you.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Loki smirked, kissing just below your navel, continuing the movements of his fingers, causing you to moan out and arch your back, “let me give you my gifts for today,” Loki whispered once more before diving beneath the sheets once more, licking and slurping at your dripping core. The sounds he made were lewd, which only turned you on so much more.

His fingers prodded that one spot deep inside you that caused you to let out a guttural moan. Your hand dove beneath the sheets and gripped onto his inky black hair, causing him to groan into your soaked cunt which sent vibrations throughout your body, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Loki! Fuck! M’close! Please!” You screamed out towards the plastered ceilings of your shared bedroom. Loki pounded his fingers into you, humming and sucking against your clit, which caused you to gush all over him.

Your orgasm hit you in waves as chills went up your spine in the most euphoric way possible. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you pulled on Loki’s hair, holding on for dear life, all while Loki worked you through your high.

Once you came down from it, you flipped up the covers, revealing your husband looking up at you with his emerald green eyes, still seated between your thighs. You gave him a crooked smile as he crawled up your bare body.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet,” Loki cooed, giving you a passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock harden and press against you, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, I have more for you,” Loki smiled, shimmying toward the edge of the bed, but you grabbed him just before he could leave you.

“My love, stay… you’re hard,” you pleaded, intertwining your hand with his.

“I know I am, but today is about you, not me,” Loki replied, kissing your knuckles.

“Well… I want you to stay and fuck me. I want to cum with you. If today is about me, then you’ll do anything I want, and this is what I want,” you smirked, pulling him towards you.

“I won’t deny such a request from my beautiful birthday girl,” Loki replied, smirking wickedly before he pounced.

**

You sauntered down the hall and down the stairs, wearing a pair of lace panties and one of Loki’s dress shirts.

You entered the kitchen, observing your husband, who was currently making breakfast. Your favorite breakfast. He was making waffles with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries.

Your eyes moved from the plates he was setting the food up on towards his bare back. The muscles flexed and moved around as he moved the freshly made waffle from the waffle maker to the glass plate.

Your eyes wandered lower as you looked at the black sweatpants he wore that hung low on his hips. You couldn’t deny how fine his ass looked in them.

You sauntered over to him and gave him a slap on the ass, causing him to jump at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed when he felt your arms around his waist as you laid your head on his back.

“I made your favorite breakfast, sit down, my love, I’ll bring it to you,” Loki sighed dreamily, you nodded against his back and walked to the kitchen island, which had bar stools placed right beside it.

Loki brought both of your plates over and you guys ate together. He finished before you, taking his dishes to the sink and leaned against the counter across from the island and just stared at you.

“May I help you, Mr. Laufeyson?” You asked after swallowing the food in your mouth.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife, Mrs. Laufeyson,” Loki replied with a smile, causing you to smile as well.

You continued to eat until your plate was empty, but before you could get up to add your dishes to the sink, Loki took them from your reach and placed them in the sink as well.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to get you anything for your birthday, but…” Loki started.

“Loki, are you kidding me?” You asked, crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“But, darling, I think you’ll really enjoy what I got you for your birthday. I promise it’s only one thing,” Loki smiled. You scoffed, as he left to retrieve his gift.

He came back down the stairs, holding a medium sized box that was wrapped in dark green wrapping paper and a gold bow to top it off.

“Open it,” he smiled, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before ripping open the wrapping paper and opening the box to reveal what was inside.

It was a collar.

Not just any collar though.

The collar was dark green with golden emblems sewed delicately into the fabric of the collar. There was a simple black clip in the back, and a paw-shaped tag on the front that read the word ‘Sadie’ on it.

Your mouth dropped to the ground as your eyes began to fill up with tears. You looked to your husband who was giving you a beaming smile as he watched your reaction.

“Where is she?” You asked, standing up from the bar stool. Loki excused himself once more before coming back from the back door with Sadie.

She was the most beautiful Golden Retriever you have ever seen. Sure, she was skinny, but you would certainly fatten her up real easy. Her golden brown eyes shone in the natural light in the room as she panted with her tongue hanging out lazily.

“Loki! I love you so much!” You squealed, running up to your husband, kissing him affectionately. He easily returned the kiss, placing his hands on your hips. You pulled away from him, “how did you even get her? She was listed 2 weeks ago, and people normally snatch purebred goldies real quick,” You asked, looking up at those green eyes you fell in love with.

“Well…”

~ Loki’s POV: 2 weeks prior ~

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” I heard my wife call from the end of the hallway that leads to our room. I looked up from the book I was reading and replied.

“Yes, my life?” I replied, looking at the doorway with the door that hung open, as I felt I didn’t need to close doors anymore.

A few seconds later, my beautiful wife appeared at the door frame, gazing at me with love, and… was that mischief? What is she up to?

“Oh no, what do you want?” I asked partially jokingly, placing the book on my lap on the bedside table next to our bed.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” She replied, obviously lying, as she approached me. I opened my arms, allowing her to come to me. She got the message and straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my nose.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” I laughed. Seeing my little dove smile back at me made my heart flutter, she was truly the most amazing woman ever.

She easily listened and kissed me passionately. I furthered the kiss when she smiled into the kiss by slipping my tongue in. Without thought, my hands started wandering her body, my temple, as I like to call her.

Our kiss was soon disrupted by a buzz against the back of my shoulder. I frowned and pulled away, now remembering that she wanted something.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” I smiled, kissing her cheek as her smirk reappeared on her flawless face.

She rambled on and on about how she was on TikTok and now she found herself on a website with dogs and how she wants to adopt one. I feigned a frown and denied her request for a dog, but only after I read the website name and mentally took note of it.

Later that night, after I fucked put my darling girl to sleep, I grabbed my phone and looked up the website, pulling up the profile Sadie had and called the number linked to it.

“Hello! Thank you for calling, may I help you?” The woman said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi, yes, I would like to adopt Sadie,” I almost whispered as I entered the en-suite bathroom.

“Okay, sir. But there is a list of people that also want Sadie, so if they all don’t answer then you’ll get her, obviously you’ll still have to pay and what not but y’know,” The lady chirped as I heard her typing into a keyboard.

“Look, I will pay you an extra $1000 if you skip the list and just give her straight to me. This is for my darling wife. She uhm…” I stopped, thinking up a quick lie, “we just recently put down our last dog, and my darling has been in bed for weeks because of it. I really need Sadie and so does she,” I lied, trying to sound like I was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry, sir. However, there is a protocol that we follow, so it’s fair for everyone,” the lady replied.

After a little more convincing and bribing, the lady agreed and gave me an appointment to visit Sadie to see if she’s the one I want.

**

“My darling love, I am going to the store, is there anything I can get you?” I asked, putting my loafers on as my wife sat behind me in bed.

“Could you get ice cream? I wanna eat ice cream and have a movie marathon with you tonight,” She mumbled sleepily. I smiled at her request and nodded.

I left and headed to the appointment to get Sadie.

~ Your POV: present day ~

“Oh Loki, you’re so sweet,” You smiled, kissing him once more before kneeling down and meeting the Golden Retriever that was now your best girl.

“Oh and one more thing,” Loki said, looking down at you as you played with Sadie’s floppy ears, “I gave her an enchantment that expands her lifetime so that they match up to ours,” Loki explained. You stopped and looked up at him.

“I’m so giving you a blowjob later,”

**

the way my tiktok fyp is literally all dogs rn and i’m not complaining

#loki #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki smut #mcu loki #loki odinson #tom hiddelston loki #loki of asgard #loki friggason #loki god of mischief

[normal-internet-user]

NORMIE!

I just went to the orthopedic doctor today and apparently the flexibility in my arm has loosened my scapula(shoulder blade). Now I have to take Anti-inflammatories and see a physical therapist! I was wondering if I could turn this into a request for my comfort character and have 2012 Mikey with a gf who all of a sudden stops visiting them and he gets really upset and then after like 5 months the reader comes back and has to explain that she was in a different state to see a well known physical therapist so she'd be able to do simple tasks with soreness again?

I was originally gonna do headcanons, but I felt a small fic was a better option 💕 <33

HONEY I'M HOME

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Summary: After being in another state for 5 months for your health, you surprise your boyfriend with your homecoming.

Warnings: None!

Requested: @lemonadae-caekie

Female Reader!

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Long distance sucked as much as people always said it did.

You missed your boyfriend and his family, and you hardly ever had anytime to talk on the phone, and when you did, it couldn't be for long since your physicak therapy was exhausting.

It was definitly taking a toll on your relationship, and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to Mikey's side while the two of you played video games.

Which is why, after 5 long months of seperation, you were so excited to be on your way back to New York.

April and Casey were supposed to meet you at the airport and accompany you down to the Lair. They were the only ones who knew of your homecoming, since you wanted it to be a surprise.

You waved your arm gently to greet your two friends, doing your best to not strain the limb.

Casey pulled you in for a side hug, "Hey there, (Name), long time no see, huh? Hey did you get a haircut?"

You laughed, "No, Casey, I did not get a hair cut." You patted his arm, "Nice to see you too, Jones."

April smiled, taking your suitcase from you, "Mikey's gonna be so excited to see you, he misses you alot ya know."

Casey scoffed, "Seriously, your all he talks about. 'I miss (Name)', 'I wish (Name) was here', '(Name)-"

You cut him off, blushing slightly, "I uh, I think I get it, Jones."

He shrugged, and the three of you made your way out of the airport and towards the infamous hippie van.

You first went back to your apartment so you could drop off your things, after that, your friends helped you down into the sewers, and it was all you could do to not take off down the familiar tunnels.

"Oh, just go already." Casey said, and you squealed, rushing as fast as you could into the Lair,

"Marco!" you called, you heard a crash, and the sounds of someone knocking things over from Mikey's room, "Polo! Polo!" he shouted, rushing into the main room to pull you into a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses.

You giggled, "Mikey! Mikey calm down, missed you too!"

The orange clad terrapin stopped his affectionate onslaught, and with the widest grin you'd ever seen, you picked you up and started to spin you around, "I missed you sosososososo soOOOo much, Sweets! How did the physical therapy stuff go? Is your arm better, oh shoot, did I hurt you at all?"

Mikey set you down, and you placed a hand on his cheek, "The therapy went well. My arm is still needs some healing, and it's still kinda sore, but I'm fine, babe." you kissed him on the cheek, and he pulled you in for a hug.

"Can we cuddle now?" he asked, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You laughed, "Sure we can, babe. Just watch the arm, ok?"

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Here you are my friend! I know this isn't exactly what you asked for, I hope that's ok. I'm sendimg you my well wishes, and I hope your physical therapy goes well!! <333

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #mikey x reader #Normie writes #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #mikey x reader tmnt #female reader

[quinloki]

ABC HeadCanon - Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFT Alphabet!

18+ only

-:- Table of Consent -:-

NSFT Alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

You know he's a gentle soul long before you're experiencing his aftercare, but it still surprises you. He's kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when it comes to his kinks vs his aftercare and it can be a little whiplashy. He'll wash your hair for you, massage your limbs, bring you water and light snacks, ask how you're feeling – if there was anything you really liked, or anything you weren't keen on doing again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

There's that one place below your scapula just off to the side of your spine, where he sucks and bites the flesh in just the right way and the shudder it sends through you is nearly orgasmic. It's something like that that's 100% his favorite part of yours.

For him it's his fingers. You demonstrated good oral techniques during a round of truth of dare on his fingers (instead of being exhibitionists during a party), and it rattled him how good his fingers had made the rest of him feel. It took him a couple days to process that one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's licked it off your face after cumming on your face, there is nothing that is gonna phase him about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's not dirty per se, but you'd have to stumble into it to get him to admit that he enjoys being humiliated. Get him in a maid outfit and paint lewd words on him with edible chocolate and order him around and he'll be eating out of the palm of your hand.

Now, surviving him "paying you back" afterward – that's a different story.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He's had a relationship or two at least. Unless we're talking high school AU you're probably not his first, and even then he's got enough guy friends that he's certainly seen enough dirty mags or smuggled pornos to have some idea of what's going to happen.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's open to almost anything and everything, but oddly enough he really likes the missionary position. When your legs and arms wrap around him and your nails trail lines into his back, there's nothing better. The desperate clawing mixed with your legs shuddering in pleasure as you're moaning your enjoyment into his ear.

Sometimes he'll pin your wrists down and ride that first orgasm into a second one just to watch you squirm and cry beneath him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Law's... pretty dry. He's got enough goofy people around him that he tends to seriousness maybe a little too much. He likes to be in, and maintain, control, so he's usually focused on that. There have been some moments where something will give you giggle fits, and you can see that unfair smile on his face, as he's enjoying your enjoyment.

He's not all business though, you've had pillow fights a couple times and one time pilfering his hat had led to some intense intimacy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things neat and trimmed, but he can be a little lackadaisical about it. It's, again, frustrating how well it still manages to work out for him. Even when he's getting a little shaggy it's still hot and you almost hate that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As sensual as velvet and as cool and smooth as silk. He can be so attentive and romantic from beginning to end that it takes your breath away.

He can be a little bit of a romantic dork too, like gifting you a paper flower after he spent all day helping Bepo make some for an event. After a couple hours of making them he got pretty good at it and saved the one he thought came out the best for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If your schedules don't align for too long he'll take care of himself, but he didn't even really ever jack off before he met you. The problem he has now is that he'll get to thinking about you and get himself riled up and have to take care of things.

He jacked off in front of you when you commanded him too, and it was super hot. You nearly came yourself, and his only gripe is that, after that, he can't just do it once because he ends up thinking about you watching him and ends up riled up all over again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Law's kinks are pretty clinical – he knows how to use his literal medical equipment to full ( and safe ) effect. Add to that an enjoyment of bondage, and a healthy dash of sadism, and things can get a little weird sometimes. But no matter how unconventional things get you haven't had a complaint as yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not picky, but you tend to gravitate between the bathroom, the exam room and the bed room. He's teased you into a puddle in public and you did it outside – the rush was incredible, but you leave those decisions up to him. Law's perceptive enough to know when it's something you can get away with, and when it's better not to risk it. Though more often than not any teasing that starts in public ends behind closed doors – he's not big on letting anyone else hear you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Most of the time you just have to be a little overt in making sure he knows what you're after – dressing in specific ways, flat out asking, etc. It wasn't until he accidentally ruined your pajamas in the heat of the moment and you wandered into the kitchen in one of his shirts that either of you knew he had a "hot button".

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

How you two are behind closed doors is meant to stay behind closed doors. He can get real mad real fast if you talk about things even jokingly with other people. He's an intensely private person, and while he's glad *you* are all in for his kinks and kicks, he absolutely does not want other people knowing.

Eustass' tendency to brag is one of the reasons the guy gets under his skin.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's good at giving it, and he doesn't have anything against it, but he's more likely to do other things (if he realizes you really like it though, he'll do it more). He won't stop you from going down on him, but he's usually only initiating it if it's part of a "punishment" and he's more likely to fuck your face than leave you to it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Law's more slow and in control, and less fast and rough – he can be, but he prefers to maintain control, so he's usually riding you to that edge frustratingly slow on purpose. Often his pace has little to do with how much of a tease he can be, it's more he knows where all your sensitive places are and uses that to his advantage.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Law could take 'em or leave 'em. He was quick when you did it outside the first time, but he mitigates the risks of having sex outside so well that he's able to take him time a little more after that.

You made the mistake of teasing him that he couldn't get you off quickly and that's why he didn't really care for them, and then he systematically pushed all your buttons and had your legs buckling in orgasm in under two minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Law is willing to take a lot of risks and absolutely experiments. There's a lot of communication before during and after in these situations, and sometimes he'll even utilize his medical stuff to monitor things. I mean, he takes risks, but he absolutely does NOT take unnecessary risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Normally he seems like a one-and-done kind of guy – he'll tease and please you through a couple orgasms before he has his, but then he's on to aftercare. You got him to take a legitimate vacation, sleep properly and all that, and you ended up going for five hours. He came so many times you were actually getting concerned he was going to have a problem.

As it was you could barely walk the next day and he spent most of the day reading and snuggling with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has some toys. He's not against bringing anything and everything into your time together, but aside from his medical supplies he's got a hitachi and a sybian and that's really it. Given his sadistic streak you imagined he'd have literal whips and chains, but he's surprisingly more hands on than anything else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't start out being a tease, but once he learns the faces and sounds you make when he does tease you he ends up enjoying it more and more. His patience and attention to detail means he can really stretch it out, and while you might pout and grumble and beg, by the end of it he has you feeling so good you can't legitimately complain.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aside from the occasional grunt when he's finishing, or a soft swear when he's trying to restrain himself, he doesn't make much noise. When you basically dommed him one time he made some of the most delicious moans you'd ever heard him make.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I saw this on @sanjisblackasswife 's head canon post about Law and frankly it made So Much Sense it now lives in my head canon.)

He – and the crew – know ASL. You saw them communicating in it once and Law started to teach you words. It's a subtle way to talk to one another, and you used it a couple of times as a safe word when you were gagged. You had to admit it was also just good to know.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

I mean these tattoos are going to be a distraction, but as for what he's packing, it doesn't look impressive – fairly average if not a little thicker than average - but gods and demons it feels impressive. He knows what he's doing and he knows what he's got, and you have zero complaints.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He was probably teased for being a prude or a monk a lot growing up, but if there's an upper limit to his sex drive you haven't found it yet. He blames you for it, but he also is so stoic and in control, you're not sure if he's holding back for your sake or not.

One day you might ask him to tell you every time he wants to have sex for a day or week (whether you do do it or not), but you're a little afraid to know the answer to that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep until you do, but once he notices your breathing has settled and you're out he's right behind you. – kind of literally too, he enjoys being the big spoon and keeping you close through the night.

#abc head canons #one piece #Quin's Head Canons #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law

[the-masked-ram]

Illusion of Control- Megumi x Fem!Reader

AN: wrote this while listening to Sam Tinnesz

CW: NSFW, dom/sub, pain kink, biting, marks, rough sex, mild choking, fem!reader, light angst, secret keeping

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Megumi is someone who likes being in control, it’s probably because it’s so easy for it to slip from his fingers. He tries to keep everything under his thumb, he aims for perfection, but his job is messy, and he will do anything to get stronger and, in the process, to keep his friends safer. Sometimes that means situations crop up that aren’t planned, sometimes that means those messy situations spiral out of his tight grasp.

That’s why it’s such a relief when he comes home to you. You are his solace in a place where his sanity is tested, where the world is broken by curses, and he feels like he is whittled down a little more each day. Yet, your smile takes those little pieces of himself he feels drifting away, and carefully places them back where they belong.

You are a civilian, so there are things he can’t tell you. Secrets you aren’t ready to know yet in this relationship that he’s still learning to navigate. It’s still so new. Yet he knows he is falling headfirst for you as his palm rests on your throat and his fingers tighten on the sides just adding that pressure you need. Not truly cutting off air but providing that sensation of restriction you both crave.

He knows he loves you more than he should as his cock rocks in and out of your sloppy cunt, as you clench even tighter and tighter around him, gripping him until he’s certain he won’t be able to move soon. His breath ghosts over your ear, puffs over your neck, and paints across your shoulder. He groans when you pulse around him.

“So close already,” he hums with appreciation.

This is where everything comes back into focus, with you under him, listening to his every word, as he fucks into you so deep you are nothing but a moaning, begging, mass of flesh. His muscles flex behind you, the tendons on his hands tighten for a moment, cutting off whatever word you are about to say. Instead, you whimper when they relax again. Whimper like it’s a terrible loss.

His other hand has one of your arms tight in his grip, so tight he is certain he might leave bruises, as he holds you up with it. He forces you to press your torso back against his, to create the slick slide of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. His teeth sink into that meaty section of your shoulder, hard enough that he rolls the tendon, and it crunches.

There’s no mercy in his hips, in his demands today. He wants you to take everything he gives today, and you do willingly, you even beg for more.

“That’s it, so perfect for me,” he whispers, pressing open mouthed kisses against the bitemark he leaves behind. “You’re gonna cum, right? You will cum for me.”

He demands it, he needs it, he needs to know you crave this as much as he does. That hand on your neck drops to your sodden clit and he rolls it between two fingers that know your body better than you do. Five circles is all it takes before your screaming, literally screaming, until his ears ring and he sighs as if that’s what fixes every crack that’s appeared in him this week. You climax around him with shuddering muscles and clenching walls that desperately beg for his cum.

He doesn’t disappoint you. Pushing you to all fours and grabbing a handhold on your hips, chasing his pleasure in your still twitching body. This is his addiction. This is his drug. And though he doesn’t know if this will last, though he doesn’t know if you will stay when he tries to reveal the truth, he knows he’s in far too deep to care, anymore. All he can hope is you will stay; you will keep standing in the light and offering him your hand when the darkness gets too much.

He hits his high with a muffled whimper against your scapula, scraping his teeth down it’s curve. If you leave him, he’s not sure he will survive this world he’s tangled up in.

#megumi x fem reader #fushiguro megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #fanfiction

[spicyteawrites]

Transient as Morning Dew

dom top gn!reader x sub bottom Oberon Vortigern 

content: light bdsm (light bondage), spit kink, reader has a dick/strap-on

1221 words

posted on ao3

Truth lingered within Oberon’s actions and words. Despite being cursed as a man of lies, you swore that you knew his true intentions. After all, you doubted that the desire seething beneath his eyes was a lie. He longed for you just as you yearned for him. 

It was a feeling that the two of you failed to confront for months. That never stopped the fact that you were always aware of it. That feeling only grew when you were with Oberon. 

He was often in your bed but avoided your gaze for a long time. You decided to wait for him to warm up. Your fingers lingered on the bed sheets, hopefully waiting for the first touch.

When he turned towards you for the first time, you felt like your eyes were shimmering. The flash of acceptance in his eyes was enough for you to risk getting closer.

Oberon watched closely as you reached a hand out and intertwined your fingers with his. That tender moment of trust was remembered fondly by both of you, although Oberon would never mention it out loud. 

It led to the formation of a strange relationship. What you shared was not a tragedy, but the feelings of romance were difficult to find at times. Uneasiness and uncertainty created a cloudy haze over you and Oberon.  

                                                           Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Eventually, Oberon didn’t mind whenever you lovingly wrapped your arms around him or ran your fingers through his hair. He reciprocated and took the time to hold you close in a way that comforted you the most.

Through all those times, it became apparent that you and Oberon had a shared hesitancy. Did Oberon accept you as his beloved Titania? Did you accept him as the liar, Oberon Vortigern? The uneasiness of your relationship came from the avoidance of mentioning those uncertainties.

You had pondered about it several times. To reach the complete truth was something that neither of you was truly ready for, even if Oberon already knew it. Thinking deeply about that subject would just leave you in a turbulent state. 

The heat of desire made those thoughts vanish as if they were transient like morning dew. An ensuring way to please each other was through lust. It was an arduous task to discover what Oberon consented to, but the two of you managed to communicate with each other. 

You were his Master, and he made it clear that he enjoyed disobeying your commands. Every time that he’d go against an order, your eyes would turn fierce with an icy glare. Oberon would shiver, waiting for the punishment that he craved. 

He thoroughly enjoyed your touch, whether you were gently spreading him open or harshly gripping onto his waist. You loved the bite in his voice when he defied you and facial expressions he made when you thrusted into him. It was sickeningly sweet...

You understood each other’s desires and your bodies were always honest in responding to each other. It was so easy to forget Oberon’s lies in a moment of passion...

That thought crossed your mind as Oberon was pinned under you, dragonfly wings spread out. He was almost like a moth framed under glass, squirming to be free. Your hands rested upon his spine, fingers splayed between his scapula. 

His arms were raised above him as you sat on his back. With skillful hands, you yanked both of Oberon’s wrists up in a tight grip. A neat double column knot held his wrists together. His circulation was fine and you admired the dark red color of the jute rope. It really suited Oberon.

You carefully turned him around to face you. Hickeys blossomed across his neck as you bent down and marked him. Bite marks accompanied the bruises in a display of ownership. 

You pressed against Oberon’s mouth with a deep kiss and pulled away too soon. He growled, revealing wickedly sharp teeth. His hands were tied up and he couldn’t grasp at you as he usually did. You smiled ominously at Oberon, who shuddered at your expression.  

Your fingers squeezed the edges of his face and pulled his mouth open. Oberon’s eyes narrowed in a look of defiance. Even if it seemed like he utterly despised being under your mercy, he truly savored it. 

That fact alone gave pleasure every time you toyed with him. Your eyes shone with malice as you grinned sadistically and spat down his mouth.  

How utterly pathetic… The king that aspired to destroy worlds was being degraded under you, pupils dilated as you drank in the sight of him. Your eyes narrowed in delight at the absolute look of disgust that he gave you. It was an incredibly satisfying expression. 

Oberon recoiled from the previous act as you slowed down and gently moved closer. His eyelashes fluttered as you gently wiped saliva off the edge of his mouth. He looked up at you when your touch began to lighten.

Your fingers ran down Oberon’s slim body with a touch lighter than butterfly wings. He shivered at the almost faint sensation. A whine escaped his lips. He was asking to feel you once again. 

You complied and untied the ropes to let him hold you. Oberon pulled you down, hips pinned against yours. He was already prepared to receive what you’d give him. You gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. With quick hands you warmed lube between your fingers and spread it across your length. 

Slowly, you entered him. A few shallow thrusts in and out prepared Oberon before you filled him completely. Oberon moaned beneath you as the pace suddenly quickened. It was just enough to make him melt without damaging his wings. 

Tears formed at the edges of Oberon’s eyes as you slammed into his sweet spot over and over. He gripped the edge of the bed, claws tearing at the sheets. His legs squeezed around your waist as the heat grew to an unbearable fervor. 

A particularly harsh thrust made Oberon’s pleasure peak. You were just too much for him. In the back of his mind, he thought that you really loved him. It just had to be true. The tears leaked out of his eyes and he climaxed. 

He panted, sweat trailing down his chest. You were still on top of him as he used his right hand to help you finish. With gentle fingers, you kissed the tears off the edges of his eyes. You hovered over him for a bit and placed butterfly kisses against his cheek. 

The heat of arousal cooled down as you laid next to him in silence. Thoughts that had evaporated came back and condensed, like dew upon the grass. You remembered the uncertainty that chilled the edges of your relationship. It seemed like Oberon remembered too. 

After that pleasurable moment, you didn’t need or want to think about it. Although it was buried under complications, your feelings of romance still bloomed. Whether or not you were completely Oberon’s Titania, you were still his beloved Master.  

Oberon’s mouth was open slightly, as if he was going to say something. You kissed him in order to silence him. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized what you were doing. He accepted the state of your relationship and pulled you in closer. There would be no lies tonight. 

#fate grand order #oberon #oberon vortigern #dom reader #top reader #oberon x reader #obebe fic from last year #the way that i wrote my sentences was a little clunky #but i still think that this one's interesting #especially since i wrote it after watching the duke of burgundy

[infallible-dreamers]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✨

Tagged by the amazing @bekkachaos.

Just a little snippet from a malex 5+1 I’m working on.

Mindy Manes left on a Sunday evening. 

Despite being four boys under the age of 19, being raised with the military hand of their father and watchful eye of their grandfather, the Manes’ boys were never a rowdy bunch. No, the most noise in the household always came from the two adults, disagreeing on everything when it came to raising their children.

There was no big fight that day. That should’ve been the first sign.

Whilst their dad sat stoically in his study, aware of the news being broken few rooms down. Mindy had sat all her boys down on the tan leather couch in the lounge and explained to them why she needed to go and why they needed to stay and finish school in Roswell. She promised they’d be okay, and that they would have each other.

“I’ll see you soon, my darlings. Take care of each other. And your father.”

She kissed each of their foreheads, whispering sweet nothings, before finally leaving them in their father’s care.

Clay had immediately stormed out of the room, unable to show a fraction emotion in front of his brothers. He hated his parents, believing the fact they had chosen the one weekend he was home to announce this was an unnecessary attack on him. But he had an another place to go, back to the barracks and away from the already dissolved family home. Clay could so easily leave and he preferred easy. 

The youngest, Alex sat between his remaining siblings crying, only ten at the time, unlike the eldest he was unafraid of his emotions. He was sad and he was okay crying about it. Alex was mourning the loss of what his mom did for them, the music she always encouraged in him and celebrations of the small moments like an inch of growth with a bananas foster ranch milkshake, forcing their dad to reluctantly join in and order a long black alongside everyone’s milkshakes. It wasn’t a perfect family but it was the only one Alex had known.

They all heard Clay start his car and drive off. And moments later, Gregory was the first to call his mom out, “She could’ve taken us. We could’ve finished school on the Reserve.” Alex deep down wished she had taken them too but she hadn’t. 

Seeing his teenage brother bury his face into his hands hurt and trying to hold it together for the younger two’s sake, Alex sniffled and willed himself to stop crying, “It’s okay, she’ll still take us to see Grandad on Christmas. We’ll get to spend all holidays there!” Alex said holding Gregory’s free hand and wiping his tears with his own t-shirt. “Dad needs us at home now.”

“Shut up Alex!” Flint had yelled with an angry shove to Alex’s back, “She left us!” Alex knew it was only because Flint didn’t understand, he blamed her. But then again he had always took their father’s side.  But Alex understood, she wasn’t leaving them, she’d promised. She was leaving a fractured relationship. 

His scapula stung but Alex grabbed Flint’s hand too. Even with Flint trying to pull away, he held on, before the angry brother frustratedly sighed and starting sniffling.

“We’ve got each other.” Alex promised.

Greg looked through his hands at his two younger brothers, aware he should be the ones comforting them, but Alex had taken on the role, “Thanks ‘Lex.” Even with a tear stained face and wet sleeves, Alex still tried his best smile up at him. 

Since it Monday, I won't tag anyone. Whoever wants to do it late can do it. I’d love to read it.

#seven sentence sunday #malex #malex wip #definitely not 7 sentences #I know Michael hasn't appeared yet but its definitely a malex story #although Alex centric

[avisarts]

Thesu Bellatora

Excerpt from the RP I made her in: Thesu Bellatora - “Thesu” is the Hebrew word for “hesitate.” She may be referred to as Thess as a nickname. (•ω•) I don’t know her personality yet, I have an idea (as you can see, based on the name) but I’ll explore her personality as we RP. As for physical features, she is rather small even for her race - 4’11’’. Also she is pretty young but like old enough to sorta function... Think like. 18. Ran away, was previously working at home and learning martial arts and how to handle the spear. She’s not an expert or anything so she isn’t very good.  

I'm so sorry the second drawing is so bad it's just a concept sketch for what this race of birds actually look like. The feathers fade into a bare chest/stomach. There is no reason for this besides that I just don't know how to make this look good. Do note the A- cup titties because they're birds.... why would they need boobies... but I felt like I should have put something there anyway Idk.

Some notes I made on her race of people, also within the rp:

Bellatora Race/Culture: NOTE – it is both race and culture because there are many other Bellatorian cultures which aren’t like what I’m describing but since I don’t know what those cultures are like, I will be talking about the Bellatorians as if all of them are like this. So, as an example, there could be a culture of these Bird-People-Things where they have personalities like parrots and have a lot of colours (and they probably wouldn’t call themselves “Bellatorians” but something else that makes more sense). Bird-Person is the “race,” Bellatora is the “country,” but I’ll talk about them as they’re one and the same entity.  

Bellatora is a word that comes the Latin, “warrior.” Bellatorian’s use spears, bows, or any long-range weapon as their means of fight. They also tend to be reserved and “intense” in their personalities and countenance. They value “country” bonds over family bonds, though the newer generation has had a rebellious attitude towards the older generation for enforcing cold relationships within families. (basically they’re like modern Japan kek ((I can say this as someone with a Japanese mother no worri))). Physical characteristic are they are like anthropomorphic birds, with bird like legs that travel up to a human-like torso, which then “dissolves” into a bird head. They have regular seeming hands but those hands do have talons. They have wings (and I do want to draw the anatomy for this) that are connected to the scapula, with a wingspan of 2ft per 1ft of height. BIG wings. They tend to be extremely short as a result of this (with 6ft being EXTREMELY tall for a Bellatorian) and their bones are not hollow but are less dense than human bones. As for religion and other things, the Bellatorians value physical fighting in martial arts as well as their shrines. They worship multiple gods, usually gods affecting the wind, clouds, weather, sun, etc. In terms of art, Bellatorians of both genders like “anklets” (Ik anklets are an actual thing but I wanna find a different term for them lol) because it is difficult for an anklet to fall off during flight. Painting or dying their feathers is looked down upon, unless for a religious ritual. ((yea Ik I’ve not been a big part of the story but I still like to explain things so here we are. (•ω•`)  

#oc #bird thing

[cloverthecommongrackle]

this guy, as many would figure out by appearance alone, is a version of Wheatley. this au was originally a crossover between Avatar and Portal, and hes a newly discovered species called Aviarians. Full species info below

Aviarians(Elytro-sapiens aviari(variants would be like Elytro-sapiens aviari Quiscalus, Quiscalus being grackles.)) appear to be half human and half bird, but Aviarians aren't related to humans or birds, though they are mammals, like humans. They keep a mostly human appearance, but with feathers covering their neck and cheeks. They have wings, with a wingspan of four times their height. The skin on their arms from their elbows down is tough and almost scaly, like a bird. Despite the looks, it is simply thick grey skin, not actual scales. Instead of nails, they have long, hooked black claws, like an eagle. Most Aviarians have long tail feathers, long enough to drag on the ground. Aviarian legs are digitigrade, like a bird, with the same tough, grey, and almost scaly skin as their hands and forearms. That also means that their ankles are much higher, where the knees would be if they were plantigrade. It sort of gives the illusion that their knees are backwards, but their actual knees are higher up. They also have talons on their feet. And of course, they don't wear shoes, since nothing would be comfortable with bird feet. All Aviarians blush a different color, despite Aviarian blood being red. This is caused by different chemical reactions. It normally triggers a release of luciferin in the area, which makes Aviarian blush bioluminescent. Aviarians can also have bioluminescence in other places, even in feathers. It doesn't show up in light. All Aviarians have different bioluminescent patterns, but obviously twins and doppelgangers are an exception. Aviarians have the ability to purr when they're happy or comfortable enough. When Aviarians are angered, overwhelmed, or flustered, all of their feathers puff up and spread out, making them look bigger. Aviarians are able to jump double their height, and have very powerful wings to launch them further. They actually have 2 sets of shoulder blades, the "human" scapulae are also much smaller to accommodate the size of the wings, the avian scapulae(and the rest of the wing shoulder parts) stay between the primary shoulder blades. Continuing on the path of bone structure, the tail needs bones. Since they need the tailbone the same way humans do in order to sit properly, they evolved to have vertebrae-like extensions on the pelvis so that their tails could function. Aviarians do have to preen their feathers and clean them. Preening has the same effect on the body as when, for example, someone plays with your hair, gives you a massage, cuddling. etc. It's relaxing, lowers blood pressure, and results in a better attitude in general. Preening also builds up trust in relationships, whether with parents, siblings, other relatives or spouses. Aviarians are omnivorous, but they mostly avoid eating anything that comes from birds, excluding birds of prey such as vultures, eagles, hawks, etc. They would probably feel pretty uncomfortable in a place like KFC because of this. Like most living entities with feathers, Aviarians molt their feathers once a year. Aviarian children are referred to as Winglets, teen Aviarians would likely be Fledglings and adult Aviarians are just Aviarians. Aviarian feather development throughout childhood works the same as birds, they start off with no feathers, then they eventually grow fluffy feathers that could only be used for warmth, and then eventually, as they become teenagers, their normal feathers develop. Most Aviarians are able to fly by the age of 14.

(i accidentally made this one look miserable lol) SO. im pretty sure i can figure out a plot for this, as well as a language, probably. also biology and stuff like that. heck ton of new species too.

#wheatley #portal 2 #portal 2 au

[lesleyapowell]

Hand Scapula Relationship

Hand Scapula Relationship There is too much cuing that locks the scapula.  When the scapula follows the hands in space, the bone rhythms and muscular coordination is enhanced.  In upcoming workshop, Anatomy Dances- Sensing the Shoulder Girdle with Lesley A. Powell, we will explore how the rhythms of the shoulder girdle works and inspires the coordination of the anterior serratus with the…

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#anatomy #anterior serratus #Balanced body #Bartenieff Fundamentals #biotensegrity #core #Embodied Anatomy #injuries #Joseph Pilates #Laban #Laban&039;s Space Harmony #legs #Lesley A. Powell #Lesley Powell #Movements Afoot #pilates #Pilates Mat #post rehabilitation #reformer #serape #shoulder #Somatics #workshops for pilates teacher

[damienthepious]

Soft content. soft content. soft content. here’s the thing: soft sleepy content.

Maybe Sprout Wings

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling, Scars, Canon Backstory, Mild Hurt/Comfort, (damien is here in spirit but does not actually feature), Lizard Kissin' Tuesday (Penumbra Podcast), Trust, Vulnerability

Summary: Rilla discovers the remnants of some old wounds.

Notes: Been obsessed with this idea since A Child With Wings dropped. That was... i think the last canonical piece that i've consumed, lmao. Some spoilers for that, but only with regard to Arum in particular, and i think it works fine even without that context. Enjoy, I hope? I am very sleepy. Title blatantly from the mountain goats song of the same name, because i started my day with Get Lonely and it just worked.

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Arum doesn't have nearly the number of scars to match the ridiculous collection that Damien carries with him, but that doesn't mean that the monster is untouched.

It's just habit, with Rilla, noticing that sort of thing. The habit of cataloging, the habit of keeping an eye on injury in all states of healing, the habit of keeping an eye on old scars, watching for twinges and sore spots and stiffness when it rains.

There's the mark on Arum's arm, of course, matching the similar stripe Damien has on his, souvenirs from back when their duels were malicious instead of just playful. There are a few scattered interruptions in the scales on his upper pair of hands, evidence of the same sort of cuts and burns that Rilla has from various experiments, and the lizard has one or two more faded injuries that are clearly the result of some combat.

Then, there's his back.

She feels the scars before she sees them, her arms wrapped around him, noting a subtle change of texture between his upper and lower scapula. She assumes, briefly, that it's just some strange cosmetic difference in his scales, another anomalous reptilian or floral trait she'll need to puzzle out in her spare time, but- when they curl up in bed together a day or so later, Arum stretches and rolls onto his side, facing away from her and without his cape for once, and-

"Oh," she says faintly. "Saints."

Arum hums over his shoulder, accompanied by a curious, wordless chuffing noise, apparently too sleepy already to be worried about her tone, but when she raises one of her hands, delicately placing her palm over the mark, he stills. She can see his expression go blank, his jaw tightening slightly, and then he swallows.

She draws her fingertips over his scales, and her entire hand doesn't quite cover half the mark. It's clearly old, very old, healed enough to be subtle, a splash of darker, duller scales shaped like- well, kind of like a butterfly, long enough to stain all four of his scapula though it narrows in the middle, across his spine.

"Arum," she says softly. "What..."

"Nothing to be concerned about, Amaryllis," he murmurs, his tone muted as the tension in his shoulders slowly softens beneath her touch. "It is far too old to be of any pain to me now."

She imagines that's probably true. Still.

She leans closer, raising her other hand to brush her thumbs symmetrically along the edges of the scar on either side. "A burn?" she asks, keeping her tone low and calm, and Arum sighs again.

"Of a sort," he mumbles. "An acid derived from the venom of a certain type of ant." He pauses for a moment, his shoulders sinking, and then she sees the corner of his lip curl, a sarcastic sort of smile. "My own creation."

"How did it wind up on your back?" she says, unable to bury her concern, and the monster chuckles under his breath.

"The folly of youth?" he tries, tilting his head enough to show her a flash of a grin, but his eyes soften when they meet her own. "Carelessness, in honesty," he says, more gently. "And stubbornness. If I had let the Keep treat it... it likely would not have scarred as it did."

Rilla opens her mouth, then shifts up on an elbow so she can glare down properly at the lizard. "Why would you not let it treat you? That's just- Saints that's stupid, Arum-"

"I know that now," he grumbles, shifting slightly and rolling his eyes. "But I was even more stubborn as a hatchling than I currently am." He pauses as Rilla snorts a laugh, but he continues anyway. "The Keep and I were fighting, at the time, and... I believed I needed some... distance, more than I needed to worry about my injury."

Rilla turns that over in her head, lowering herself back to the bed behind him and tracing the shape of the scar slowly with the tips of her fingers. "I didn't know that you and the Keep fought," she says, quiet and steady. "Really fought, I mean. Not just bickering. I thought you always know what it feels, and that seems like the sort of insight that would make an argument difficult."

"Perhaps," he murmurs, laying his own head back down on the pillow and breathing his next words into the fabric. "Perhaps in the case of more superficial irritations, but- knowing how it felt did not help, in that case. We disagreed rather fundamentally." He pauses, long enough that Rilla starts to worry that she might have pushed too far, and then the monster exhales. "It wanted me to stay here. Safe. Cloistered." A little edge of irritation, still, on that last word. "And I wanted... I wanted more. The world seemed enormous from the cradle of this swamp, and... I wanted to see it. I wanted to know what was beyond the borders. I wanted to know."

Rilla considers that, her fingers still gently stroking his shoulders, his back.

"Well... I'm glad that you were curious," she offers. "We never would have met if you never stuck your snout out of the swamp, would we?"

Arum hums. "In a very, very oblique way, I suppose. That was ages ago, of course. Between that little excursion and my meeting Damien there were many, many years, many mistakes. Eventually I did decide that the Keep might have a point." He pauses to whir a breathy noise, leaning into the pressure of her hands for a moment. "Safer in my own home, of course. Never would have gotten wrapped up in the nonsense of the Senate and their stupid war if I hadn't been so... well. It is... fair to say that the Senate's interfering did lead me to the pair of you, eventually. I still despise them, but they did at least have a little bit of use."

"Very generous of you," Rilla says warmly, and then she leans forward, just enough to press her lips to the scar, gentle beside his spine. He hisses, arching slightly away from the touch in surprise before he dissolves into a more obvious purr, relaxing again when she trails a few more kisses across his scapula.

"An... an interesting treatment regimen, doctor," he breathes, half-laughing as her lips tickle at his scales. "I suppose I have seen you treat our poet's scars quite the same way..."

She closes her eyes, nuzzling her face against Arum's back with a soft exhale. "Can't exactly do anything else for it now, can I?" she half-grumbles, and then, "You wear the cape to hide it?"

"I wear the cape because I want to," he says mildly. "If it prevented enemies from seeing how I had been hurt in the past, prevented them from getting any ideas, all the better."

Rilla's throat feels a little funny, at that. Because-

Bared scales at her fingertips, relaxing into her kiss, and- a monster so, so afraid of showing weakness, so afraid of showing-

His back towards her as he breathes into the pillow, his eyes slipping closed again. "That feels..."

"Good, I hope?" she whispers, not quite trusting her own voice, and Arum laughs very gently.

"Too soothing, perhaps. Might prove to be an effective sedative, my little doctor."

She buries her own laugh, grinning against the subtle texture of his scales, and then she presses her hands against his shoulders again, massaging more pointedly. "Go to sleep, then," she whispers between kisses. "I can't help what happened way back when, but I can help with that, at least. Go to sleep."

He huffs, leaning into her touch and curling his tail around her legs, pulling her subtly closer. "As if you do not help with everything. Stubborn, ridiculous little..."

He mutters off into his rumbling purr, his breaths slowing already, and Rilla focuses on matching the natural rhythm of his lungs, her touch drawing slower alongside his breath until his body feels entirely slack.

She doesn't sleep for a while, after Arum slips off. She traces the shape of his scar again, feather-soft, her stomach twisting and her throat clenching hard as she thinks-

A little kid so curious and so lonely that he'd risk everything for the chance to see- to know-

A little bird, so determined to leave the nest, so desperate that he would tear his own back open to pull out a pair of wings.

She swallows. If she holds him as tightly as she really wants to, if she pulls him into her arms and squeezes like she wants, she'll only wake him up. She kisses the mark again instead.

Damien would know the right thing to say, she thinks. He'd know how to take all of it - a swamp that's a cage and a cradle and a home, wounds and wings and capes, flight and crashing falls, the little kid monster Rilla wishes so hard she could have known - and turn it on his tongue into the right words to make Arum feel loved.

Rilla is better with action, which... isn't helpful when the injury in question is already long, long healed.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her forehead pressed to Arum's spine, and sighs.

She'll still be holding him when he wakes up. She can't do anything to fix the past, but- she can do that. She can fix tomorrow morning. She can hold him, and kiss every scar he feels safe enough to share with her.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #amaryllis of exile #lord arum #help i'm soft. help im . aughghghgg

[whatisthiswritingthing]

There’s a wall there - Christen Press x Reader

Prompt: Okay hear me out. Christen x Hockey player R. Where R is always wearing baggy clothes and a hoodie. Then they go to watch christen play in a hot state so they were like shorts and a tank top. Christen has never seen R like this before so she’s very stunned at the amount of muscle and just how good R looks. All the while the team is teasing christen?

“Press, Pressy, Christian, Press, hey Press,” Tobin nudged Christen who had completely zoned out, staring off to the entrance of the field.

“What?” Christen vaguely reacted to the nudge, still looking at the entrance.

“You alright there Pressy?” Ali laughed at the forward.

“Yea…” she was still distracted, not paying attention to anyone around her.

Across the field Y/N was approaching the team, she had taken all of Christens attention. The team was playing in Miami in July, making it hot and humid, causing everyone to remove layers of clothing. Y/N included. The hockey player normally played in Boston, leaving her in pants and long sleeves most of the time. But here in the Florida heat, Y/N stripped down, leaving her in loose running shorts and tank top, and Christen practically drooling.

“You guys need to bang,” Tobin leaned over and whispered in her ear.

Christen and Y/N’s relationship was still new, plus with them playing different sports in different cities, it made getting time together difficult. And this the first time Christen had seen Y/N in such minimal clothing.

Tobin’s comment got her attention, Christens head whipping around, mouth opening and closing, blushing deep red. Suddenly a random towel hit Christen in the face.

“You might want to wipe up before your girlfriend gets over here,” Pinoe laughed at the stunned expression on her face, while she frantically wiped at her face.

“Fuck,” Christen whispered as Y/N approached the group.

“Hey guys, how was practice?” Y/N stretched an arm out, offering a fist bump to Kelley.

“It was good, wasn’t it Pressy?”

“Yea, a hot practice, huh Pressy?” Tobin nudged her shoulder again.

“yea, hot,” Christen replied distracted, shamelessly ogling at her girlfriend.

“Ready for lunch Chris?” Y/N asked with a smirk, she tilted her head when Christen didn’t reply.

Tobin pushed Christens shoulder, pointing to Y/N when Christen was shaken out of her stupor.

“Your girlfriend wants to know if you want lunch,” Ali smirked.

“Oh yea,” Christen attempted to stand up, stumbling over her the joggers she hadn’t pulled up all the way, falling back onto her butt. The entire team burst out laughing. Y/N chuckled and took a couple steps forward, holding a hand out for Christen to help pull her up. The muscles flexing while Y/N pulled.

The team continued to laugh as Christen kept both hands wrapped around Y/N’s biceps. Y/N flexed both biceps, causing Christen to squeeze both, gasping at the firmness.

Tobin rolled her eyes when she saw the action.

Christen gasped as cold water was sprayed on her back, letting go of Y/N’s arms and turning around to see Lindsey smirking and tilting a water bottle.

“You were looking a little thirsty,” Horan smirked, spraying Press again. She squealed and jumped backwards into Y/N. The team’s laughter increasing. Christen turned back around, palm flat on Y/N’s chest, other on her abdomen. “I will spray you again Christen Press, back away from the Greek god.”

Christen pulled her hands away abruptly, blushing deeply.

“Alright, let’s go for lunch before you get any wetter,” Y/N tugged Christens arm, beginning to pull her towards the entrance. Christen blushed and looked at her feet at the hockey players wording, Pinoe let out a loud bark of laughter.

“I like her! Can we keep her?”

The next morning Y/N walked into the hotel lobby to pick up Christen for breakfast. The soccer team only had a meeting in the afternoon, meaning the team had a free morning. Christen and Y/N were taking full advantage of the available time they were able to spend together.

Christen and Tobin stepped off the elevator, Christen quickly spotting her girlfriend who was again in shorts and tank top. She stumbled over her own feet.

“First day with the new feet?” Tobin chuckled, helping Christen remain upright.

“You’ve seen her, right? She is very distracting!” Christen defended. The pair continuing to the hotel entrance. At the same time, Y/N bent down to scratch her calf. Causing the muscle to flex while she twisted her leg to reach the itch. The tricep ridge popping, the definition clear along her scapula  as she bent over.

Christen stumbled again, this time bumping directly into the corner of the wall.

“Hey Chris, there’s a wall there,” Sonnett called as she stepped off the elevator.

“Fuck,” Christen pushed off the wall she walked into. Sonnett and Tobin laughing out loud, “Shut up!” she called over her shoulder as she approached her girlfriend.

“Hey Chris,” Y/N leaned forward placing a quick kiss to Christens cheek.

Y/N smirked and pulled away, looking over Christens shoulder, hearing the group make fake kissy noises. Looking up she watched them all fake air kisses.

“I hate this team, hate them, I’m quitting soccer,” Christen blushed, refusing to turn around to face them.

“That seems a little dramatic,” Y/N pulled Christen into her side, turning herself around to begin walking out with her.

“You need to start wearing more clothes,” Christen grumbled, plopping down in the passenger seat.

“Ouch,” Y/N feigned offence, “I kind of thought the sun was helping my tan,” she stepped back, rotating her arms while she looked at the tan skin.

“Enough, stop making this so difficult!” Christen pushed Y/N’s arm down, the hockey player grinning, knowing exactly the reaction she caused. The forward flushing and adding a squeeze to the firm forearm.

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[olivia200312]

So Long~ Bay! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely RudyPascall456

Plot: Bayverse Optimus (Tf5) x Human! Reader. They have been through so much. So much that it's impossible to remember it all. Currently, the reader and Optimus in cuddling each other whispering sweet words to the other. Optimus purrs from the warmth of his sparkmate. Primus how he loves her. Optimus pulls her close and kisses her. They share loving kisses, just wanting to show their love for each other in every way possible. Optimus shivers in delight when the reader touches his hips so gently. Optimus says it's been 5 years that anyone who had touched him liked this. The reader kisses him and continues to feel his metal muscles that she missed so much. Optimus lightly kisses the reader down her neck as the reader giggles. The reader then said she forgot how much of a cute mech he could be. Optimus purrs and shares yet another kiss. Optimus then begins to kisses the ready feverish. And says through the kiss he wants to show her how much he loves her. The reader pulls their bodies together making Prime growl. Oh, how he loved skin-to-metal contact. The warm skin mixing with the cool metal. It made it feel special and wanted something of this love that could never be betrayed. Optimus then undress the reader as the reader moans softly. Optimus purred and kissed the reader's breast softly making the reader moan softly. She knew Optimus adored her body he can be so gentle at times and so rough. She loved it either way. In return, Optimus stopped and allowed the reader to remove his codpiece and see his spike. Optimus then smiled and locked their lips into a heated kiss of passion. The reader stroked his spike as Optimus teased her pussy. And from there they fragged. In the end, Optimus says if there was one thing he would ever need in his online it would be her and no one else. The reader said the same goes for you, Opty. Optimus then cuddled with the reader and recharge the reader fell asleep.

Lol, another smutty request from the same user. But it's a human this time. Once this is done, I have other requests to finish since others are old requests and some are new. This book is damn growing fast! When the 100th one-shot is published, then the book is complete! But I will also publish the last one-shots.

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Everyone was at the fields of England. The battle was finally over. Optimus Prime was back himself instead of being Nemesis Prime. He was being processor controlled by Quintessa, an evil manipulative femme who brainwashed the Prime and even blamed him for Cybertron's death, which was not true at all! Once Optimus was being controlled, he got send back to Earth to get the staff.

Before The Last Knight story started to play, Cade was being involved, together with Shane, Tessa, and Y/N. If you know the story, then you know what happened. After the Age of Extinction story was over, Optimus said his goodbyes to others, including to his sparkmate, Y/N, and left to find his creators. Everyone was heartbroken, especially Y/N. Tessa took off to college and Shane was with her. Cade and Y/N eventually had to go hiding from the world so they moved into a scrapyard. The Autobots followed, along with some Dinobots. They promised to work together after all when the Autobots freed them. Both Cade and Y/N were known as heroes since they helped the battles like in China and to stop Lockdown for good. Optimus managed to offline him for good.

Do you think that's where the story started? In the middle ages of England when King Arthur was the ruler? Transformers did exist much longer than you think than humans. Primus created the Cybertronians and Cybertron. Everyone was happy when Optimus returned but immediately, his behavior, especially his optics, gave everybody a sign that something was awfully wrong with him. Look at his optics. Instead of gentle blues, it was like purple/magenta. He was being controlled. Bumblebee managed to at least bring him back but however, he was more awake when he saw Y/N... His sparkmate. But after Optimus was awake, he had one thing to finish: destroy Quintessa. Actually, the glitch mysteriously disappeared. It was like out of nowhere. After the battle was over, the Autobots split up to start a brand chapter in their lives. But they promised to stay in close contact for any emergencies. Do you know where Optimus went to live? With Y/N.

After being through so much in their lives, they were cuddling on their two-person bed. Optimus was in his bipedal holoform to not hurt Y/N. He still had to be careful though since he's metal while Y/N was soft and had skin. Optimus was also whispering sweet things into Y/N's ear, causing her to blush and giggle. She was currently in her loose comfortable tank top and lace panties matching Optimus' colors. She was at her home and in bed so why? She became very wealthy when the fight was finally over with Quintessa. Cade also got wealthy so he finally lived in a house instead of a scrapyard with Y/N, the Autobots, and the Dinobots. He also fell in love with a woman named Viviane. She was nice. Since Cade's wife died when Tessa was young, he was single for years. Tessa wanted her father to find love and be happy. Cade finally found a new love while Y/N and Optimus were together for years.

"Oh, Optimus," Y/N giggled as she nuzzled her lover.

Optimus, in response, purred as he felt warmth from Y/N. He was the knight in shining armor, Y/N's savior. Primus, he loved her so much. He wanted nothing but to make love to her and keep her safe. He will do anything to protect her. He then cupped Y/N's cheeks in his servos and kissed her with passion. They shared loving kisses as they were lost in pure love. Y/N then touched her lover very lovingly, causing him to purr. He wasn't in fact touched like this 5 years ago when he was starting a relationship with Y/N.

Optimus pulled away from the kiss, staring lovingly into her gorgeous E/C eyes. He stroked her cheek softly as he pressed his forehead against hers, carefully. "It's been 5 years, Y/N. May I make love to you?"

He was so cute when he asked for permission. He was treated with respect by many Cybertronians than you think. He had a kind spark and he was smart as well since he loved to read datapads as Orion Pax. He had good leadership when he was transformed into a Prime. He changed his name or destination (Cybertronian's language) from Orion Pax to Optimus Prime.

Once Y/N heard Optimus' question and permission, she pulled their bodies together, making Optimus growl. "Does this answer you?"

Optimus clearly understood the message. Y/N wanted this. She wanted Optimus to make love to her. It's been 5 years when they had sex or interfaced. So lovingly and romantically, Optimus undressed Y/N until she was naked under him. Optimus remembered the first time he saw her naked. He was so in love, wanting to take her body as his. It was his. They were together. And, oh boy, was Optimus so ready to take Y/N's body again. Once Y/N was naked, she stared into Optimus' optics and saw that it was full of lust. Her eyes were full of lust too. She then moaned when she felt Optimus kiss her breasts as he massaged them and squeezed as well. She felt Optimus suck on one nipple since it got hard like the other one. He was sucking on it like a baby that drank milk. Y/N threw her back in pleasure for a second before she lifted it up and stroked Optimus' helm as he sucked. Eventually, he moved to another nipple and gave it the same attention as he did to others. Sucking it like a baby but also licking and biting it softly. Y/N moaned from the pleasure. Oh, how much she missed having sex as well with Optimus Prime here. Optimus missed having sex too with his human sparkmate.

Y/N's head was very gently pushed back on the pillow as Optimus hovered above her. "Take my codpiece off." Y/N was a bit surprised when he said that. She wanted to secretly take his codpiece off and see his big, hard spike again. She saw Optimus smile and she took his codpiece off. His spike was big and hard, happily in the air. "Such a big boy.~"

Optimus spread Y/N's legs more open to reveal her womanhood that was soaking wet. By the sight, pre-transfluid came from his member. Y/N grabbed Optimus' spike and started stroking it as she felt him tease her pussy with his digits. They both moaned as they kiss each other heatedly. The tongue and glossa made contact with each other. It was wet that was also full of saliva, probably. Y/N moaned the most into the heated kiss as Optimus continued to tease her pussy with his digits. She heard Optimus grunt since she's stroking him. That's when they both stopped and Optimus got between her legs on top of her. Y/N giggled sexily as she wrapped her arms around his neckcables. That's when Optimus just couldn't take it anymore that he slammed himself right into Y/N's pussy. Y/N screamed as Optimus rammed into her like an animal in heat.

"Take me, Opty! T-Take me! Oh, fuck!~" Y/N was talking dirty now. She felt just like in heaven. It had been 5 years ever since they had fun in bed. Optimus watched her expressions as he enjoyed seeing her in pleasure. He enjoyed it, even more, when Y/N talked dirty.

"Look at you... Locked under me, making noises. You'll bear with my sparkling. You'll look perfect with a swollen human tank." Now, it was Optimus who was talking dirty. He was imagining his mate being sparked with his sparkling. Even pregnancy sex was also possible but then the female was pregnant, of course. Optimus was planning to have sex with her while she's pregnant. He was aware that his future sparkling will be half-human or half-Cybertronian. He will still love them dearly just how much he loved his sparkmate.

"P-Put your babies inside me! G-Give them to me! Aaaah!~"

Optimus rammed into her harder he watched his spike for a moment that was turning white because of Y/N's juices. He enjoyed it a lot. He then buried his helm inside of Y/N's neck as he left love bites. Y/N moaned and screamed loud as enjoyed this every second. That's when finally a knot formed into her stomach. "I-I'm cumming!~"

Optimus grunted into her neck in response and he felt Y/N's walls clasp tight into his member. Since he was big, he felt almost nearly impossible to pull out. He thrusts final times before he finally came, hearing Y/N scream as well since she also came. They both panted as Optimus stayed inside for a while to let his hot and sticky transfluid adjust. He then slowly pulled out and laid down next to Y/N, panting.

"That was so good," Y/N panted as she snuggled up to Optimus.

Optimus hummed in agreement as he held her protectively in his arms, spooning her as well. He then laid his servos on Y/N's stomach as they snuggled up and fell asleep together.

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[mmvalentine]

The Bargain Pt 9 | Feysand

Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10

Rhys had not intended for Feyre to ever see the drawings he turned into tattoos. He had made them impulsively and figured she'd never know and so it wouldn't matter anyway.

When Rhys first saw Feyre in the initial meeting, the thought of his tattoos did not enter his mind until later that night. He had been nervous then, but just made sure to wear long sleeves during the week and wasn't too worried. After all, there had been many occasions where he had had to hide his tattoos before.

He had not expected the spike in the weather today, making him warm under his black shirt. He had not expected to forget himself and push up the sleeves. He had not expected Feyre to react the way she did when she saw his arm.

He had not expected to wind up kissing her on her couch.

In fact, Rhys wasn't exactly sure how they got there, how drawing had turned to touching, and how touching had turned to kissing. What he did know is that he'd never had anything quite so sweet as Feyre on his tongue.

And at first, this was enough. The exchange of his breath for hers, the slide of her petal lips, and the heat of her mouth were all he wanted for a long, star-filled minute.

Then some dark longing clawed its way up his throat and the desire to bite and scratch, to mark her like she had asked came bubbling up out of him. Rhys pushed it down, tried to keep the kiss chaste. But then Feyre's tongue touched his and the next thing he new he had his teeth in her soft lower lip, and his grip tightening at her waist.

For a long time after Aramantha, Rhys had wanted to be the kind of person that was capable of a gentle, sweet kind of a love. He was so scared of hurting someone the way he had been hurt- but as a result the encounters he had after that long-term relationship were brief and didn't seem to mean much at all.

So on the one hand, Rhys was desperate to keep Feyre safe to keep himself in control. On the other, it was both fear and the deepest relief when she curled her arms around his neck and said "more." Knotted her fingers in his hair and said "more." Climbed right into his lap and said "more."

Rhys moaned raw and rough, and then he was scraping his fingers up her back under her shirt and crushing her body to him like he could absorb her whole.

The truth was that Rhys had always needed to feel things very deeply. Had needed tight hugs as a child, had wrestled in high school, had learned to tattoo on his own legs. Had spent a lot of time trying to hold himself back from being too rough with other people.

And yet here was Feyre, wrapped around him and squeezing him right back. He changed the angle of their kiss, and lit up all the way down his spine when Feyre licked the inside of his teeth.

"Where have you been all my life?" Rhys mumbled. "Somewhere in a studio, probably," Feyre replied, taking his lip between her teeth. Rhys shivered. "I've been in all the wrong places, then," he said. He moved his nose along her jaw. "I told you to start painting," Feyre said, her head tipping back. "I should have listened earlier," Rhys lamented, and kissed down to her shoulder.

"Still want me to mark your skin?" he asked against her collarbone.

Feyre said nothing, just pulled her hair over her left shoulder and tugged her shirt down on the right, to expose the stretch of skin there.

Rhys' eyes went dark. He slid one hand in her hair to cradle her skull, and the other behind her scapula to tug her in. Then he closed his mouth over her join of her neck and shoulder, and laid down a soft, slow bite that gave way to a suck. Kissed the small bruise tenderly, reverently and then smoothed his thumb over it. Then he nipped his teeth just once at her throat, before pulling away. Reluctantly.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have perfect skin?" he said. "People have told me a lot of things," Feyre replied, a half smile tilting her face.

"I thought it the first time I tattooed you," Rhys said. "It was so easy." "And what makes good skin for tattooing?" Feyre asked. Rhys shrugged, and kept running his fingers over the mark he had made.

"I don't know what exactly. But with some people, you have to really work the ink in there. For some people if falls out, or worse, bleeds like a shadow. But you? You make it easy like drawing on silk."

"Well thanks," Feyre said, picking up his hand and running her lips along his knuckles. "Maybe my skin knows what it wants. Maybe it likes your touch."

Rhys shuddered at this and cupped his hands around her face. Slid his thumbs down the column of her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip to prevent himself from kissing her again.

"I should go," he said quietly. Feyre's eyes snapped open. "Why?" she asked. "Because," said Rhys, his fingers squeezing very lightly around her neck, "if I don't leave right now I think I might eat you whole."

Feyre's eyes flashed. "Maybe I'd like it," she said. Rhys gave a rueful grin. "Seriously," he murmured. "Why haven't I had you always?" "You've got me now," Feyre said, and a low growl slid from Rhys' chest. He closed his eyes, to regain control.

"I'm not good at this," he said quietly. "I get too intense and too fast and too much." "So you're deciding for me?" Rhys laughed, and then looked at her with eyes that did not match his mouth.

"We've got all day tomorrow. You can tell me exactly how you want to spend it. I just..." Rhys looked away for a second, searching for the words. "I know this all sort of just started happening but I couldn't stand it if you thought it was a mistake."

Feyre looked at him a little oddly, but then nodded.

"Okay," she said. "I'll think about it, and when I'm sure I'll tell you I'm sure. But Rhys?" she asked. "You have to believe me when I tell you."

Rhys nodded. "I will."

Then he pressed his lips to her forehead, picked up his jacket, and waved as he walked out the door.

The walk back to the hotel was a good opportunity for Rhys to clear his head. Part of him was kicking himself for leaving Feyre's apartment, but he also knew himself. How many times had he scared people off by moving too fast, by feeling too intensely? He was not going to fuck it up this time. Even if he was due back in New York the day after next.

By the time Rhys was riding the elevator to his floor, he was feeling calmer and had talked himself into believing in his decision.

The lift stopped with a 'bing' and Rhys padded down the carpeted hallway. Turned the corner to his room, and found Feyre leaning on his door frame.

"I thought about it," she said casually, "and I'm sure."

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I'm sorry for the cliffhangers everyone got so mad last time 🙈🙈 But I'm writing the next part right now I promise!!

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#5

Transient as Morning Dew

dom top gn!reader x sub bottom Oberon Vortigern 

content: light bdsm (light bondage), spit kink, reader has a dick/strap-on

1221 words

posted on ao3

Truth lingered within Oberon’s actions and words. Despite being cursed as a man of lies, you swore that you knew his true intentions. After all, you doubted that the desire seething beneath his eyes was a lie. He longed for you just as you yearned for him. 

It was a feeling that the two of you failed to confront for months. That never stopped the fact that you were always aware of it. That feeling only grew when you were with Oberon. 

He was often in your bed but avoided your gaze for a long time. You decided to wait for him to warm up. Your fingers lingered on the bed sheets, hopefully waiting for the first touch.

When he turned towards you for the first time, you felt like your eyes were shimmering. The flash of acceptance in his eyes was enough for you to risk getting closer.

Oberon watched closely as you reached a hand out and intertwined your fingers with his. That tender moment of trust was remembered fondly by both of you, although Oberon would never mention it out loud. 

It led to the formation of a strange relationship. What you shared was not a tragedy, but the feelings of romance were difficult to find at times. Uneasiness and uncertainty created a cloudy haze over you and Oberon.  

                                                           Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Eventually, Oberon didn’t mind whenever you lovingly wrapped your arms around him or ran your fingers through his hair. He reciprocated and took the time to hold you close in a way that comforted you the most.

Through all those times, it became apparent that you and Oberon had a shared hesitancy. Did Oberon accept you as his beloved Titania? Did you accept him as the liar, Oberon Vortigern? The uneasiness of your relationship came from the avoidance of mentioning those uncertainties.

You had pondered about it several times. To reach the complete truth was something that neither of you was truly ready for, even if Oberon already knew it. Thinking deeply about that subject would just leave you in a turbulent state. 

The heat of desire made those thoughts vanish as if they were transient like morning dew. An ensuring way to please each other was through lust. It was an arduous task to discover what Oberon consented to, but the two of you managed to communicate with each other. 

You were his Master, and he made it clear that he enjoyed disobeying your commands. Every time that he’d go against an order, your eyes would turn fierce with an icy glare. Oberon would shiver, waiting for the punishment that he craved. 

He thoroughly enjoyed your touch, whether you were gently spreading him open or harshly gripping onto his waist. You loved the bite in his voice when he defied you and facial expressions he made when you thrusted into him. It was sickeningly sweet...

You understood each other’s desires and your bodies were always honest in responding to each other. It was so easy to forget Oberon’s lies in a moment of passion...

That thought crossed your mind as Oberon was pinned under you, dragonfly wings spread out. He was almost like a moth framed under glass, squirming to be free. Your hands rested upon his spine, fingers splayed between his scapula. 

His arms were raised above him as you sat on his back. With skillful hands, you yanked both of Oberon’s wrists up in a tight grip. A neat double column knot held his wrists together. His circulation was fine and you admired the dark red color of the jute rope. It really suited Oberon.

You carefully turned him around to face you. Hickeys blossomed across his neck as you bent down and marked him. Bite marks accompanied the bruises in a display of ownership. 

You pressed against Oberon’s mouth with a deep kiss and pulled away too soon. He growled, revealing wickedly sharp teeth. His hands were tied up and he couldn’t grasp at you as he usually did. You smiled ominously at Oberon, who shuddered at your expression.  

Your fingers squeezed the edges of his face and pulled his mouth open. Oberon’s eyes narrowed in a look of defiance. Even if it seemed like he utterly despised being under your mercy, he truly savored it. 

That fact alone gave pleasure every time you toyed with him. Your eyes shone with malice as you grinned sadistically and spat down his mouth.  

How utterly pathetic… The king that aspired to destroy worlds was being degraded under you, pupils dilated as you drank in the sight of him. Your eyes narrowed in delight at the absolute look of disgust that he gave you. It was an incredibly satisfying expression. 

Oberon recoiled from the previous act as you slowed down and gently moved closer. His eyelashes fluttered as you gently wiped saliva off the edge of his mouth. He looked up at you when your touch began to lighten.

Your fingers ran down Oberon’s slim body with a touch lighter than butterfly wings. He shivered at the almost faint sensation. A whine escaped his lips. He was asking to feel you once again. 

You complied and untied the ropes to let him hold you. Oberon pulled you down, hips pinned against yours. He was already prepared to receive what you’d give him. You gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. With quick hands you warmed lube between your fingers and spread it across your length. 

Slowly, you entered him. A few shallow thrusts in and out prepared Oberon before you filled him completely. Oberon moaned beneath you as the pace suddenly quickened. It was just enough to make him melt without damaging his wings. 

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#4

Yes, I am very slow at fic writing. I'm posting this as my first fic for 2023 when its done (⭑•͈ 𓎟 •͈ ) One of my friends recently became my first beta reader so look forward to it!

cytham wip for kinktober: 

Haitham doesn’t break eye contact as he languidly slips off his clothes. His long legs spread apart to reveal his hard cock, peeking out from his slick folds. He reaches down and slips two fingers inside himself. 

Cyno leans in closer, resting a hand on Haitham’s thigh. The ravenous look in his eyes nearly burns. 

“What are you just gawking there for?” Haitham scoffs, fingers still lazily pumping in and out of his wet hole. “Can you not stand looking at me?”

“Yes, just the sight of you makes me furious.” Cyno growls, spreading lube across his cock. 

Haitham pulls his fingers out and props himself up on his elbows. 

“Maybe you’re just embarrassed about the stupid look on your face when you fuck me.” 

“Not at all.” 

Cyno runs the head of his dick through Haitham’s folds and pauses, waiting for a response. Haitham takes Cyno’s hand off his thigh and interlocks their fingers together. 

“Fine then. Face me.”

18 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#3

for anyone who remembers, yea hamussy is still stuck in the community label reviews

ah yes another cytham wip 🔞

21 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#2 (wow, I'm proud of you Dain)

Within Royal Walls

dom top gn! reader x sub bottom Dainsleif

content: reader has a dick/strap, Dain is trans (I refer to his genitalia as pussy and clit), public sex, no foreplay, quickie (yes I made it this way because I have no idea how he’d take his clothes off) 

 546 words, posted on ao3

Set before Khaenri’ah’s destruction. You’re one of the workers at the royal palace and Dain is secretly your boyfriend. He gets a little horny before a Khaenri’ah miltary meeting so you fuck him in some hallway~

Dainsleif bites back a moan as you grip onto his waist tighter. You line your dick up against his entrance and slowly sink it into his dripping pussy. Your thighs are flush against his when you wrap your arms around him. 

“Are you good, Dain?” your voice is light as you whisper into his ear. 

“Ah… I’m fine, love.” He braces his hands against the cold wall. “Hurry up and start moving, please...” There’s a desperate tremble in his voice that’s just irresistible.

A wicked grin flashes across your face as you pull out and quickly thrust yourself back inside him. 

“Hgh-!” Dainsleif instantly raises his hand to muffle his moans. 

You click your tongue and slam into Dainsleif’s sweet spot a little harder. “Oh, Dain. Be a good boy and make sure to be quiet~ It would be quite a shock if anyone saw our beloved captain being fucked silly here, after all.” 

He opens his mouth to answer and yelps in surprise as you begin to tease his clit, rubbing your fingers around the swollen tip. 

“What did I say about being quiet?” you hiss. 

“S-sorry, love…” he moans. 

The hallway is filled with the messy sounds of labored breathing and your skin slapping against Dain’s. You hit his nerves at just the right spot and he’s whimpering that he’s right about to cum. You thrust deep inside him one last time and he reaches his high, cumming all over himself. He groans in relief and looks down at his own cum dripping down his thighs. 

It was really time for Dainsleif to get going, you’d have to finish on your own later. Not that you minded. Just listening to Dain struggling to keep his moaning down was enough for now. 

He wobbles as you pull out of him. He turns around and shakily pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle into his shoulder and smile.

“Aw, I’ll give you something better than this later, if you want.” 

Dainsleif gives you a messy kiss, a tired smile lighting up his face. “I’m looking forward to it, love.” 

You quickly help clean him up and make sure to sneak in soft kisses against his jaw along the way. His pants are back on again and smoothed out, his cape flipped back to drape elegantly as it had before. After you fix Dain’s hair, he stands up proud. You nod approvingly at him. Besides the leftover flush on his face, he looks just as regal as always. 

“I’ll see you later, Dain. Good luck with your boring meeting!”

He chuckles lightly before stumbling and clutching the edge of the hallway wall, legs beginning to shake again. Maybe you were a little too hard on him~

“Darling, could you walk with me to the meeting? Just to the hallway, so no one will need to see you.” 

You link your arm in his as he slowly stands up straight again. “Do you think that I could carry you there?”

He gently kisses your forehead. “No, this is fine.” 

You try not to look too excited as you drag Dainsleif through the castle. Tomorrow he didn’t have to do any military work. You were carefully planning to absolutely destroy him tonight, just the way that he likes it~

119 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

not surprised... why do you people like this twink so much....

Tartaglia’s kinks: 

dom gn!reader x switch Tartaglia

sadism/masochism (i think we all already knew this lmao): Tartaglia will ask you to spar with him just to get a taste of how rough you can get~ Shove him against a wall, pin his wrists down and don’t hold anything back. He’ll do the same to you if you want and get just as much fun out of it. 

predator/prey: he likes the thrill of being hunted down, especially when he doesn’t know when you’ll finally catch him and mark him as yours <3 

(speaking of which) biting/marking: Tart likes looking at all the marks that you leave on him. The bite marks on his pecs, the hickies on his neck and the bruises on his hips. They all remind him that he belongs to you and he secretly wishes that he could show them off like his battle scars. 

dacryphilia: yes he likes being fucked so hard that he cries but he also likes soft sex. Hold him tenderly, kiss all his scars and he’ll cry from how sweet you are

breeding: I just think that he’d be cute with babies in him and stuff aha 👉👈 he’d be so soft, i’m not even thinking about this in a kink way anymore ig? he just dreams of starting a family with you

216 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

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Ginger Snap, Epilogue

A/N  As promised, here is the epilogue to Ginger Snap.  It’s been two years since Jamie and Claire first got together as a couple.  Let’s see where they’ve gone on their journey.  The title of this installment is Keep the Home Fires Burning.

Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my AO3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.

I scrutinized my reflection in the antique glass.  The local hairdresser had collected my curls atop my head in way that both tamed and embellished them, braiding in tendrils of lily of the valley to create an unmerited halo.

Jenny’s double joined me in the mirror, holding a strand of seed pearls.  She carefully lifted them over my head and fidgeted with the clasp.

“These belonged to our Mam, given tae her on her weddin’ day.  I ken she would want ye tae wear them.”

“Jenny,” I breathed, fighting back tears.  “I’d be honoured.”

With a curt nod that indicated her limit for sentimentalism had been reached, my soon-to-be sister-in-law returned to her usual businesslike manner.

“They’re all set outside.  Are ye ready, Claire?”

I took one last glance in the mirror and a sanguine woman looked back.  I’d never been more certain or ready for anything in my life.

“Absolutely.  Let’s do this.”

***

With the proceeds of the sale of Ginger Snap and by combining our life savings, Jenny, Ian, Jamie and I managed to purchase Lallybroch back from their uncle six months ago.  Since then, Jamie spent the workweek in the Highlands, investing sweat equity into the massive endeavour of converting the eighteenth century manor and its outbuildings into a hotel, spa and gourmet restaurant.  On the weekends he joined me in Edinburgh, physically exhausted but blissfully happy.

One such weekend, we had been walking hand-in-hand down Grassmarket when Jamie pulled me towards a nearby shop.  

“Are you thinking of getting a tattoo?” I asked when he didn’t immediately explain our unexpected halt.  He was looking intently through the window, but I got the impression he wasn’t really seeing the designs and various body jewelry on display.

“Aye,” he started out slowly.  “In fact, I was thinkin’ perhaps we both might.  As a symbol, if ye will, of who we are tae one ano’er.”

I’d never before considered getting a tattoo and was tempted to dismiss the idea out of hand, but something about Jamie’s seriousness tempered my response.

“That’s a mighty permanent symbol, Fraser.”  His cobalt eyes sparkled when he looked at me.

“Aye, tis.  What dae ye say, Arsonist?  Are ye ready tae belong tae each other, under our skin like blood and bone, until our lives be done?”

Which was how I became engaged to Jamie in the most unconventional way imaginable, standing in front of a display of Celtic knots and navel rings with tears in my eyes.

***

Downstairs, Lallybroch was a mess of step-ladders, idle carpentry tools and drop clothes.  I stepped around a bucket of half-solidified plaster on my path to the front door.

This hadn’t been the plan.  I was meant to finish my three year contract as a surgeon at the Royal Edinburgh, Jamie was going to oversee the restoration and opening of Lallybroch, and only then were we going to get married.  

Somewhere along the line, we got a bit ahead of ourselves.  I rested my hand against the tiniest hardening of my lower abdomen.  Roughly twelve weeks ahead of ourselves, and counting.

Ironically, it was Jamie who insisted we move up the wedding.  Apparently the few traditional scruples he maintained all converged around children born out of wedlock.

I stood on the steps of the Lallybroch courtyard under a lapis blue sky, staring down an improvised aisle of borrowed chairs and white muslin.  Common wisdom held that it was the bride who was the centrepiece of a wedding, but Jamie took my breath away.  He wore his Fraser tartan, brilliant white shirt and tweed vest, his hair a sea of burnt sugar waves.  His already lean physique now had the consistency of marble, brought about by long days of hard labour.  He stood tall and proud, a lighthouse calling me home to port.

No family accompanied me on my short march to his side.  No violins trilled a romantic tune.  To my left, an arched gateway was clad in ugly scaffolding.

But it was perfect.  Perfect, because I moved forward of my own volition.  Perfect, because the song love sang in my heart was endless.  And perfect, because the man I approached had reminded me to see past the surface of things, to the strength and beauty that lay within.

Jamie greeted me with a watery smile and an outstretched hand.  Where his cuff lifted, I could make out the text of his tattoo, written in my own hand.  He’d chosen his inner wrist, so that he could always see it as he worked.  The words were from his invocation, spoken in a Leith storeroom so many months ago.  

Come, set my life on fire.

I’d given my own tattoo a great deal of thought, that giddy day in Grassmarket.  As a doctor, I didn’t feel comfortable having it visible while I worked.  The text was still more important than the location, and I considered and discarded several options before settling on one that encapsulated the essence of our relationship.  Whispering the words in Jamie’s ear so that he could write them out in his slanted script, I could tell by his gratified look that he appreciated their meaning.

That tattoo was on display to our entire acquaintance as we recited the vows that were both mere formality and eternal promise. Just above the ivory back of my dress, between my scapulae, where wings would grow if I was able to fly.

Hold a space for me to be free.

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