#HNG 3 MINUTES

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, from behind, rough sex, use of sex toys ( cockrings ), don’t ever wear or allow someone to wear a ring for longer than 30 minutes pls, noncon ( reader asks to stop, satan doesn’t ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ poll winner [ satan + cockrings ]

this had been a terrible idea.

but you’d only started to realize it now, when Satan wouldn’t slow down or ease up. it was the same, loud PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! over and over. heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit as he fucks you relentlessly.

“I— need—“ you were panting, trying to clench your fists, but the devil king had a tight grip on both of your elbows, keeping your arms jerked back towards him, using them like levers to wrench your body back into his rough thrusting of hips. “B—break!!”

a low growl vibrates from deep within his chest, the muscles in his arms tightening, veins bulging. he holds you in a vice as soon as you utter the word, as if solidifying the fact that he’s not going to let you go anywhere until he’s done. “Not so fast, hng, you’re the one that wanted me to wear this fucking thing in the first place, weren’t you?”

it was almost a taunt.

but it was the truth. you’d talked him into securing the tight, shiny gold ring around the thick base of his cock. watching in awe when he hissed through his teeth as the sensation of being forced to stay hard, even when he wanted so desperately to cum. the pressure of the ring, squeezing him, didn’t allow him to.

and this was your punishment for denying him.

“And now you’re bitching about it?”

your eyes cross as his pounding seems to find a new speed and velocity, and you choke out a pleading cry. “It’s b—been hours—! You can take it o—off!!”

Satan chuckles, and releases your arms. “Oh, no, I don’t think so.” he grunts, watching you collapse forward against the bed and slump into the mattress, but the second you reach your arms forward, as if to pull yourself out from under him, he presses all of his weight down on your back, his knees jabbing into the backs of yours, pinning you in place and keeping your trembling legs spread open so you have nowhere to go. you feel the solid ring like a hard bumper, hitting your cunt as he buries himself as deep as he could possibly go. “You see, I like this. Tenderizing your poor, little pussy. Making sure you walk funny after this. And now that I can do it for hours with this little toy of yours?” a raspy, breathy chuckle tickles the shell of your ear that you can hear even your own, loud cries that it’s too much, before he nips at your lobe roughly with his teeth. “I’m not done yet. Not even close,” he hisses the threat through grit teeth, his pace settling back into the usual quick-fire pounding that turns your mind to mush. his moans and growls that would usually lead to his climax hypnotizes you, and before long your whimpers of protest had melted back into moans for him to keep going. to fuck you stupid and break your fragile, human body with his cock. “That’s more like it,” he groans, grasping your hips to hold you down so he could plow, “I’m fucking you senseless, little girl. Gonna break ya, and it’s all your fault for showing me this handy, little toy.”

#satan #satan x reader #satan x you #Satan smut #wihib #what in hell is bad x reader #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad x you #what in hell is bad smut #wihib x reader #wihib smut #whb #whb satan

[neuvistar]

LOTUS FLOWER. part 2 (fluff + neuvillette version)

— featuring ┊neuvillette x f!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊fluff ver! these sweethearts as fathers AAA, established relationships (u guys r married!!) genshin papas on the brain rn guys ! !

— a/n ┊omg stop i didn’t post this the day after lotus flower pt 2 but it’s okay! uhmm.. anyways! here’s part two of this guys ! ! it’s literally like a copy of my hsr fic (hsr men as fathers) but whatevs!! i’m planning 2 do the other five as well n maybe more genshin men before october ends bc i am SOOOO late it’s not even funny guys.. reblogs VERY much appreciated !

#𝟏 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐃, 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

— NEUVILLETTE is an outstanding father, let’s make that very clear! he’s like that typa father that’s a little protective but also let’s his kids run off with the wind ! he loves seeing them run free whenever he takes care of them, there’s just something about his children’s happiness that makes him happy too. neuvillette is a sweetheart yes we all know that, but i’m sure there are times where he can be protective of his little dragonlings n protect them if needed ! he worries a lot about his behaviour n wonders if he’s too overbearing, or too carefree with his kids, please let him know that he’s doing just fine !

— NEUVILLETTE in my opinion would have about 2-3 (damn) little dragonlings! (or more.. maybe..) two boys n maybe a little daughter! he would love all his babies from the moon and back ! he ADORES them, and i mean ADOREEESSS them !! when you first gave birth to your first child, he probably started crying tears of joy because of how happy he is bringing a new life onto this world, he adores his babies sm trust me

— NEUVILLETTE would probably ask some melusines to babysit and help with his kids! just imagine, neuvillette working in his office while his babies run around alongside a melusine! ITS SO CUTE ! he thinks it’s absolutely adorable how close of a relationship his dragonlings have with them, it’s just so so cute !

— NEUVILLETTE is an outstanding father n all, but i feel like he would want 2 be a lil more extra ! because of the fact his hair might’ve been tied by the melusines, i feel like he would shyly ask the melusines for advice on how to tie hair or style it in general, he would work SO hard to perfect it ! everyday your little princess would always have her hair done by her papa, who spent many many minutes trying his best to perfect her hair !

“did daddy do your hair again?”

“mhm! papa always does my hair ! i like it when he does it, i really like the clips! <3” (SO CUTE)

— NEUVILLETTE would also be thrilled when his kids inherit his little horns and dragon features, i can only imagine him sitting down with them and telling them all about the past, and how they should love themselves and their unique features. despite that, he lets them know that they will be loved no matter their indifferences from everyone else. because of his deep longing of learning more about his existence and his belonging to fontaine, neuvillette is a man of his words.. he’s willing to teach his kids these sorts of things, he wouldn’t want them to undergo such stressful things at such young ages, he loves his babies and he WILL make sure they know he and their mama loves them very much !

“i— hng.. princess! you need to take a bath!” neuvillette’s face twists with worry as his kids run around the house, their tails and horns they inherited from him swishing and moving around as smooth as the sea, the waves and waves of laughter filling his ears. “come now, your mother will be upset if she sees you all walking around like this..!” the chief justice scratched the back of his neck, running after his dragonlings with a small towel in his hands. ah, this has always been a common issue. neuvillette was worried about his kids slipping and hurting themselves more than anything else in the world

thanking the archons above, neuvillette wrapped his strong arms around his dragonlings and scooped them up.. sighing in relief. “alright alright.. you little dragons are giving papa such a hard time.. bonté.“ the larger male chuckled, drying his babies with the towel with a sense of relief, his lips curved into a soft smile. “now, will you promise papa not to run around like that again?” his voice was gentle, like he was trying not to make it seem like he was scolding them.

“uh-huh! we promise!”

“mm.. i don’t believe you.” neuvillette coos, kissing the temple of their foreheads with a light stroke to their hair. “come now, let’s go make some food for your mother while we wait.. your mom must be exhausted after she comes back, right?”

“mhm!”

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin : papas ! ♡ #genshin papas talk with maryse #genshin papas : neuvillette ! #neuvillette <33 #neuvi kissies <3 #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader #neuvilette x you

[sukunaslittlesluttyboy]

yuuji x ftm reader Headcannons! (+ megumi)

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Sfw!

-he’ll make you take binder breaks if you haven’t got top surgery!

-If you are feeling insecure about your body, or are being bullied for it, first he’ll beat the shit out of them, then cuddle, and kiss you all over

for example:

—

“are you ok sweetie?” He kissed you all over your face “my sweet boy, are you?” He asked you that every 1 minute , you nodded everytime, not wanting to worry him any further.

“m’ok yuu..just tired” you sniffed up your snot, that was about to run out, he wiped your tears “ok..ok let’s rest up then, ok?” He kissed your forehead, once again, before falling asleep holding you.

—

-if you DID get top surgery, without a doubt, yuuji would kiss your scars when you guys are lying down in bed, or he’ll just simply trace them with his finger, or even draw stars on them ^^

For example:

you giggled as you felt yuujis finger trace your scars, him giving them little kisses “yuuji..” you smiled “hm? What is it?” He asked scooting up to your neck, nesting his head into your neck, as he starting kissing it.

“I was thinking about..mh..g—going on a date” you whimpered, as he suckled at your neck “hm….ok” he continued sucking.

— -He shares all his clothes with you, no questions asked, the idea of you walking around in his clothes makes him so happy :D

—-

nsfw! (Skip if needed)

-he absolutely loves the sounds that come out your mouth, it gets him more aroused, slamming himself into you harder, his thrusting getting faster.

-ok this may sound mean but I don’t find yuuji one to last long, probably only lasts like 2-3 minutes, but he has a bunch of stamina…8-9 rounds at tops.

-if you want, he lets you top sometimes, when you do he becomes all submissive as you ride his cock.

-he’s a superrrr soft dom, but if you are bratty, I don’t think he’ll be as caring.

-probably shares you with megumi

-for his cock….hmmm…I’d say 6-7 inches? Hes cock isn’t that big to him so he tries his best to reach your sweet spot, but since he doesn’t think he’s big enough for you he usually puts you in a full Nelson, he’s more of a girthy guy sooo, his girth is 4 inches

for example:

—-

Such a good boy for me,” he kissed your pussy gently, eyes catching yours making you moan, your back arching. “So handsome,” kiss “so gorgeous” kiss

“yuuji….~hng..” you moan, “you taste so good my love, I can stay like this forever,” he said as he continued to rub his thumb on your clit, “y—yuuj-! Mgh!~” you yelped, you were so close, but yuuji stopped toying with you “uh-uh-uh sorry baby, you can only cum when I say so m’kay?” He cooed, your body shaking, your hair started to stick to your forehead, drool started falling down from your mouth, yuuji almost came, you looked you handsome “ how about this my prince, we can cum together, hm?” you nodded so fast, your cunt getting wetter and wetter at the second, grinding on his leg, he didn’t notice until you started mowing louder “yuuj-“ megumi cut off as he saw you two, “Megs! U-uhm..um.” it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you broke the silence with a loud moan, the both of them were confused until yuuji looked down, you came all over the bed, and on yuujis leg, “hey megs, wanna join?” He grinned, megumi looked shocked for a moment but… “sure, why not.” Megumi shrugs.

“y-y-you two are kidding right?! I can’t fit the both of you at the same time.!” You cried out, megumi rubbing your clit, as he chuckled “you’re shaking honey” he kissed your forehead, “he just came fushi” yuuji replied, you were frozen with shocked, until you felt megumis mouth graze your pussy.

“g—gumi?! What are you doing” you shrieked “what does it look like?” He replied, “gah!~ mgh..!” You cried as yuuji slammed his cock into you, “let’s work together, k megs?” Yuuji said, megumi nodded and started to eat you out, as yuuji thrusted in and out.

“W—wait nu!~ s—sensitive…!” You wailed, grabbing at megumis hair, trying to pull him back from licking your cunt, “hes gettin close megs” yuuji moaned as you tightened around him.

“s—stop gumi!! I-I-it’ll go all over!” You whined, and whined until yuuji slammed into you your mouth open as you let out a silent scream.

you came all over megumis face, and yuujis lap “ff-fuck…[name]…you got so tight I couldn’t pull out” yuuji whimpered, “some of your cum got in my eye” megumi grinned.

megumi licking yuujis cum out of your hole, “baby? You alright?” Yuuji asked as your eyes fluttered, one of your eyes half lidded and the other one fully open, they somehow knocked you into sub-space “honey?” Megs whispered “mmh…m’o-ok, m’…” you slurred and your words sounded more short.

“tired…” you murmured before falling asleep in yuujis arms, “ahh..no fair…” yuuji pouted, megumi looked up st yuuji “wanna fuck him till he wakes up?” Oh boy, once you wake up your tummy’s going to be full of their cum. :(

#yuuji x ftm reader #megumi x ftm reader #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #ftm reader #ftm sub #ftm bottom #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #Megumi x itadori x ftm reader

[ejanarky]

Havik x GN! Reader || NSFW

Just a little self indulgent story I wanted to write cuz there's still not a lot of Havik content out there. This ain't proofread, so sorry for any mistakes <3

CW: filthy language, rough sex, nothing really out of the ordinary, degrading praise, biting, mentions of gore and cannibalism (in a romantic way)

The throbbing within is nearly unbearable, having reached your fifth climax of the night. You're out of breath as Havik ruts into you, licking and biting at your neck with a hunger like no other, as if he wishes to devour you completely. You can't help but let out a slew if curses and moans, the cleric pulling them from your throat oh so happily, merciless in his movements. Havik himself can hardly hold back his own noises. In fact, he doesn't. He's loud, huffing, moaning, panting, repeating your name like a mantra, a prayer, even. He groans into your ear, his voice hot and heavy with lust.

"Hng..fuck. You feel so good. So precious..." He practically whines as his cock stretches you so deliciously, rubbing your insides in all the right ways. "Look at you, squeezing me so tight. You're just begging for me to cum inside, slutty little thing."

A particularly needy moan falls from your lips, your nails digging into Havik's biceps. He loves the feeling; the sharp, stinging pain that comes from the way you cling onto him so desperately. It only turns him on more, pulling a deep groan from him that reverberates in his chest.

You can feel Havik's breath become heavier as he drags his tongue from your neck to your chest, nuzzling his marred face into it, desperately listening for your heart. To hear your heartbeat would most likely drive the man to the edge, hearing the muscle pulse, sending blood into your veins and throughout your body. Oh, how he loves your blood; how he loves your heart. He wants to touch it, lick it, devour it. Alas, he can only listen as it flutters beneath your breastbone, dancing so beautifully, all for him.

Havik salivates over your chest, his tongue and teeth caressing the skin if your sternum as his thrusts become a bit slower. It's not very often that Havik slows his pace during sex, but tender moments like these are savored. You gaze down at your lover, drinking in the way his deep, brown eyes stare lazily back up at you, pupils blown from desire. He whines as his hot tongue laps over your bruised flesh, soothing the bites he had painted your chest with just minutes ago.

"Oh, how I want to crack you open and steal your heart from its cage," he groans, rutting lazily into your heat, almost pathetic, "I need to taste it. Hold it in my hands and feel it pulse just as you pulse around my cock..."

You card your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching gently at his scalp, eliciting a small moan from him. "I wish I could give you that, my love, but we would have to part if I did." You smile lovingly at the cleric, knowing that he understands, and that he would never let it come to that point.

Havik lets out a low growl, making his way back up your body, leveling his face with yours. He gingerly presses his forehead to your own in a simple display of trust and affection, your sweat mixing with his. Slowly, he lowers his mouth down to your ear, running his tongue over the cartilage before speaking harshly. "I am well aware of this, my dear. I will simply feel you from the inside in the best way I can~"

And with that statement, thay simple sentence that took your breath away, Havik set a brutal pace, even harsher than the ine before. He grabs onto the flesh of your thighs and practically folds you in half, allowing him to reach even deeper within your core, tearing a scream from your throat. Havik chuckles in between moans and growls, pleased by the noises you're making as well as the sight of you conturned beneath him.

"Yes! Sing for me, love. Let me hear your beautiful voice, so sweet and tortured, just for me." He huffed and groaned, his pace almost as bruising as his grip on your thighs. Havik holds nothing back, fucking you relentlessly, reveling in the way your bodies move in perfect unison and in the way that you writhe and whimper under him. It isn't long before you can feel another orgasm building, bubbling up in your gut, threatening to burst.

The cleric buried within you feels it, too, his heart racing at the thought of you cumming on his cock once more. He will gladly help you reach that high again, rutting his hips agaisnt yours in a steady rhythm, hitting that spot within you over and over. You're drooling at this point, a babbling mess, barely able to form a coherent sentence. All you can do is whimper and plead, words broken by the overstimulation.

Your lover huffs out a laugh as he gazes down at you, proud of this fucked out mess that he has made of you. "What is it, darling? Are you going yo cum again? Look at your pretty face, of course you are." He firmly grasps your cheeks in one of his scarred hands and forces you to look up at him. Havik gazes into your eyes, his own begging you to not look away. "You've got one more in you, I know you do. Now, be a good little pet and cum with me."

It washes over you before you can even process Havik's words, your orgasm wracking though your body. Your back arches and your fingers dig into Havik's muscular arms once more, silently screaming, then gasping for air. Havik's own breathing becomes rather ragged, then evolves into loud growls and moans as he reaches his climax. He bites down hard onto your shoulder when he spills within you, ripping a broken whimper from you. Havik groans against your tattered flesh, the taste of your blood only heightening the sensation of his release.

Finally, Havik stills and removes his teeth from your shoulder, running his tongue over the wond to soothe it. He wraps his strong arms around your sweaty body and rolls over onto his back, pulling you on top of him, his cock never leaving your warmth. He nuzzles into your neck and laps gently at it; his way of kissing. The two of you stay like that for a while, reveling in each others warmth and savoring the afterglow.

After a moment of silence, Havik speaks, his voice low and raspy, yet so very loving, running his calloused fingers over your body. "You mean everything to me...never forget that."

Aaaahhh first fic post! I really hope the Havik lovers enjoy this!

#havik x reader #havik #havik mk1 #havik smut #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #smut #mk smut #im losing my mind #need him so bad

[alycias-wonderland]

Hello there !! How are u?? I am having my exams and I need some relief can u do another kimdokja x reader x yoo joonghyuk smut add anything u like ....thanks

Alrighty then! One smut coming right up, my love❤! Good luck with your exams.

Moans bounced about the walls as Kim Dokja pounded mercilessly into your hole. You had made the mistake of spending the past 3 weeks paying extra attention to Joonghyuk due to an injury he had gotten on one of his missions.

Unfortunately Kim Dokja hadn't taken well to that, which was why u were currently tied to the bed, face pressed up against a pillow with your ass up as he pounded into you.

"Gods above, you're so fucking tight... "

You heard him whisper in your ear as his pace picked up, hands fondling your nipples as moans continuously spilled out of you.

"Kim-hng! Haah~Hah~! Dokja please~!"

Your pleas fell on empty ears as your tears fueled Dokja's arousal.

Suddenly the door slammed opened and you lifted your head in a panic, relaxing slightly as you saw Joonghyuk in the doorway, a frown on his handsome face. Behind you Dokja had slowed his pace, a sneer escaping his lips.

"So you finally decide to join us Joonghyuk. I don't know who you think you are, trying to take away all their attention like that. So I guess it's only fair I get a turn no?"

When he finished his sentence he thrusted into you particularly harshly and a strangled moan escaped you as you made eye contact with Joonghyuk.

Slowly a smirk made its way on his face as he strides towards the bed, harshly grabbing Dokja's face as he stopped his thrusts.

"Aw~Were you jealous you weren't given enough attention~? Don't worry Dokja, I've got stamina for days."

At this statement, Joonghyuk all but ripped off his jeans and aligned his dick with Dokja's hole. Panicked, Dokja turned around,

"Hey hey, what are you doing-HaAh-!~"

Joonghyuk slammed into Dokja, the vibrations travelling through his dick and into you, making you gasp.

"Dokja start moving. We don't want them to feel left out now do we?~"

Slowly, Dokja started thrusting into you, occasional moans escaping him as Joonghyuk's dick grazed his prostate.

After a few minutes of slow thrusting, the pace from both boys picked up as Joonghyuk continuously slammed into Dokja, the force carrying over and him slamming into you.

"Joonghyuk!~ Aaaah~! Haah-Hng~~!"

"Dokja~! Joonghyuk~!"

Let's just say y'all were making up for lost time, during the whole night.

#headcanons #scenarios #orv yoo joonghyuk #orv kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #yoo joonghyuk x reader #orv smut #orv #alycia'swonderland #ask answered

[tickle-bugs]

if you have any interest in writing for tangled, i'm jonesing for some lee flynn. maybe something along the lines of "flynn rider doesn't giggle/snort, but eugene fitzherbert does?" (you can use the quote or just the idea, or ignore this entirely! it's a free country)

@ssnicker-doodless pspspsps <3 I had so much fun writing this thank you for this cute-ass prompt!!!!

Sunbeams and Revelations

Literally insert this directly after Rapunzel heals Eugene for the first time. In my head this is like if they spent an extra day or two camping and bonding before Mother Gothel and the Stabbington bros find them. 

Flynn is in trouble. 

He’d given Rapunzel an inch by telling her his real name and she’d taken the mile--she’d cozied up to him with an apparently deep-seated need to…be nice to him. More than nice, actually. She begs him to tell tales of his escapades and his past, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that it’s Eugene doing these things. Not Flynn. He’s spent so long trying to bury Eugene Fitzherbert that he doesn’t know what to do with him, himself, around her.

He is, naturally, taking this out on the apple tree that’s been watching over them for the past day or so. It’s a gorgeous old tree, marred with arrow holes and left-over pieces of parchment from long-lost wanted posters. A plethora of slow-rotting apples grace its roots, decaying into their place in the cycle. He’s bullied this tree for firewood, used it to throw darts at his old wanted poster--he’s even used it to practice asking Rapunzel if she wants to maybe stick around after seeing the lanterns together. Tree-punzel is very receptive to the idea of traveling the world together. It doesn’t do much for his confidence with the real Rapunzel. 

Flynn runs, leaps, and grabs onto one of the tree branches. He hooks his forearm over it, then his leg and pulls himself up. It sparks a rush in him, the unyielding childish glee at being up high that makes him still want to run across castle rooftops and scale smooth-faced towers. 

“Eugene? Whatcha doin’?” Rapunzel looks up from her brushing. 

“Just--hng--trying to score us some food for the road.” Flynn shakes the branch with every atom of his being. Apples thud to the ground all around him, bright and shiny. 

“That’s a neat trick.” 

“There was an apple tree outside the orphanage. I used to shake us down some food when they’d forget to feed us.” Flynn swings to stand on the bough he’s hanging from. It creaks under his weight. He jumps on it a bit, scoring a few more apples, but one gorgeous, shiny straggler taunts him from the very edge of the branch.

He jumps again, harder this time, and his foot gives out from under him. He and Rapunzel scream at the same time--and regrettably, the same pitch. His foot catches on the branch at the last minute. He tries to swing and get free, but he’s wedged in. 

“Are you okay?” Rapunzel’s concerned upside-down face appears before him. He slides a little further off the branch and she grabs him by the waist to catch him. He yelps and flails, which makes him slip more. Her fingers press in as she tries to support his weight. He giggles and a snort stumbles out after. 

“Y-Yes! I’m fine!” Flynn manages to flip off the branch and fall into an embarrassing heap. He wants to snark at her for not caring about his safety now that he’s fallen, but she’s got a terrifying amount of mischief in her eyes.  

“Did you just giggle? Are you ticklish?” She gasps happily. 

“I’m not…It didn’t…Punzie--” He backs away from her, hands raised in surrender. 

“Punzie? Oh, it must be really bad.” She laughs in delight. Her brilliant smile distracts him long enough for her to try and tickle him again. 

“Rapunzel--” He corrects, snatching her evil hands-- “Flynn Rider doesn’t giggle, okay? Drop it.”

“Oh, okay. I see. My mistake. Obviously the great Flynn Rider would never.” She gives a dramatic, sweeping bow. He sniffs in offense and turns on his heel. 

“Yes, exactly. You get it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to make sure we don’t starve.” He takes a loop of her hair and ties it tightly around his waist. He snatches up their basket--woefully empty--and, after petulantly picking up the apples that he’d knocked down, scurries up the trunk of the tree. 

“You’re running away!” She calls after him. He sticks his tongue out at her and keeps climbing. He gets to the higher branches and starts plucking apples. He takes the best ones he can find and works his way down.

In a knothole of the tree, a squirrel peeks curiously at him. He outstretches his hand so it can sniff it. It puts its tiny little paws on his finger and gazes up at him sweetly. Flynn grins--about time he had an animal companion that actually likes him. 

“Hey, little fella--” 

The accursed creature dives into his doublet. 

Flynn screams again, a flurry of wild giggles bursting out of him as he tries to grab the furry lump zipping around his shirt. He tries to unhook the clasps of his doublet but he loses his balance, toppling over the branch. The squirrel scampers away from the scene of the crime without a care in the world, leaving Flynn once again dangling face-to-face with a very smug Rapunzel. 

“Firstly, ow. Secondly, that was a giggle.” She puts her hands on her hips. He scoffs at her, but it doesn’t carry much weight--he’s spinning around like a lame piñata. He quickly frees himself from her hair and helps her pull it down off the branch. 

“No, that was a…manly…chortle.” He winces, then barrels on before Rapunzel can drown him out. “What will it take for you to drop this? Name your price.”

“Anything?” She bounces on her toes. 

“Anything.”

“Let me hear your laugh. Your real one. Not that weird, practiced one you do--” She pinches his arm. He scoffs. 

“I don’t practice--” She clamps a hand over his mouth. He rolls his eyes and submits. 

“I want to hear what Eugene sounds like. Not Flynn. I promise I’ll leave you alone after.” She pulls her hand away and gestures for him to speak. He straightens out his doublet, his hair, and regards her for a moment. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Blondie.” Flynn huffs. He wants to whine about his reputation, but Rapunzel looks at him so earnestly, like this is something that matters, and he simply sighs instead.

“Fine. But only for a minute--” He tries to be stern, but she leaps into his arms for a hug and he immediately loses his edge. 

“It’s not--you don’t have to make it a thing,” he mumbles, carding his hand through her hair. He catches himself and pulls away. She gives him a fond squeeze. 

“Of course it’s a thing. You’re letting me do this.” Rapunzel beams. 

“Only for, like, a few seconds. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Flynn flaps a dismissive hand to distract from his rapidly-flushing face. 

“Ah-ah, I was promised a full minute.” She poises her hands like claws, ready to strike. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He swallows thickly, eyes trained on her hands. 

With a triumphant cry, Rapunzel launches herself at him. She scrambles up onto his back and locks her legs around him like a creature. In any other scenario, he’d barely even notice the weight on his back, but she’s poking him truly anywhere she can reach. Flynn wants to tease her for the poke he receives to the back of his head, but then the pokes gravitate towards his torso and he chokes on his words. 

He tries to strike a balance between fending Rapunzel off and making sure she doesn’t fall, but she’s clinging to him with no issue and he’s very much struggling. 

Flynn’s valiant in his effort to resist her, noble and unmoving—that is, until she finally gets her hands past his defenses and latches onto his stomach. He yelps and doubles over, shaking with snickers. She slips her hands under his doublet and coaxes sustained, embarrassingly bubbly giggles from him. It’s a sound foreign to his own ear.

His last memory of this is childhood, when the younger boys would dogpile him and try to bully him into one more story before bed. Even then, it’s a distant thing. Nothing like the vibrant pops of color and sparks currently driving him just a little insane. 

“I could’ve just done this when you broke into my tower,” Rapunzel muses, nestling her fingers into his sides. Flynn shrieks his way into full laughter. He tries to muffle himself, but she just tickles his ears until he slaps his hands over them instead. 

“I p-preferred the frying pan!” He squeaks, gasping in a deep, giggly breath. He feels Rapunzel roll her eyes. She worms her hands under his arms and his whole glorious life flashes before his eyes. He makes a desperate noise, some ugly combination of a cackle and a snort, and resigns to hide his face and die. Rapunzel giggles at him, all sweet and genuine, and he just retreats further into his demise. 

His knees buckle and before he knows it, he’s on his back in the grass and Rapunzel’s kneeling next to him. The last bits of his laughter fade on the breeze. 

She tucks a daisy behind his ear. He allows it. 

“Promise me something, Eugene?” She smooths her hands over his chest. He reaches up to hold one of her hands. 

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll smile more?” She looks at him so sincerely that it hurts. 

“I’ll think about it.” He shrugs. She scowls at him and pokes relentlessly at his stomach. 

“O-Okay! I will, I promise!” He laughs and grabs her hands. She gives his a squeeze. 

He notices just how green her eyes are, as if the vibrant meadow bestowed its perfect hue upon her for safekeeping. She smiles like dawn breaking over the mountains. Without thinking, he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. His finger trails briefly against her rosy cheek.

Get it together, Fitzherbert. 

“It’s getting dark. I should—firewood.” Flynn clears his throat and stands. He helps her up. 

“Right. Of course. I’ll stay here and…apples.” She nods very seriously. An awkward, fond silence fills the space between the trees. The two of them stare at each other a little longer. 

“Eugene?” Rapunzel blinks at him. Atop her head, Pascal gestures fervently at him to kiss her.

“Going.” Flynn stumbles off towards the deeper woods, ignoring Pascal’s angry little squeaks. As soon as he’s out of potential view, he slumps against a tree and runs a hand over his face. 

Flynn Rider completely evacuates his post at the brain controls. Eugene wants him to stay—he could really use a suave one-liner or a good smolder right about now—but in truth, Flynn has no use here. Nothing is permanent for him. He runs from security, both literally and metaphorically. He’s got the same two moves, neither of which have ever worked on anyone important. 

Eugene Fitzherbert is the softie hyperventilating against a tree. He’s the one that’s considering actually staying in Corona for a day or so, just to take Rapunzel around the place. He’s the one that wants to spend the rest of his life laughing with her. He knows it with a certainty he’s never experienced. If he could pluck the sun from the sky for her, he would. He’d risk burning just to try. 

And it is Eugene, in all his giddy anxiety, that fails to see the witch lurking in the trees.

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #TANGLED MOVIE OF ALL TIME BABEY #MOVIE!!! OF!!! ALL!!!! TIME!!!!! #this fic literally wrote itself ok my brain said ctrl + p #ticklish!flynn #ticklish!eugene #flynn rider #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #tangled #disney #screaming crying throwing up i love them so fucking much. #its been thirteen years since tangled came out can you believe it #thirteen years and its still. you guessed it. movie of all time

[catzz-z]

He is so FINE.

I CABT get this man out of my head

Ghost x male reader

Female aligned dni <3

As ghost called me over on the intercoms asking if it was clear I had a realization.

I had a fat crush on him.

I called back over saying that the area was clear and continued on with our mission we we’re supposed to retrieve some type of plans for our next mission so coming back empty handed was not an option.

Ghost jogged over to where I was and gave me the signal to follow him while we were walking around ghost suddenly pulled me into a closet and covered my mouth once he removed his hand I spoke “ What was that all about?” He answered “there’s people outside” I silently let out a scream the closet was pretty cramped ghost was pressed against my body his leg in between my thighs the atmosphere was tense so I tried to lighten it with small talk “ are they still outside the door?” He ignored my question and continued doing whatever he was doing so much for small talk I guess.

It had been about five minutes since anyone has said anything but I suddenly felt a shift in ghost leg making his leg brush up against me I bit my lip to hold back my sound of shock but a litte whimper slipped out ghost looked over to me “what’s happened you ok?” I said yes and spoke “so are the people still outside?” He spoke “ yeah they’re still there we may be stuck here awhile” I felt his knee shift again but this time I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper I felt my body heat increasing ghost looked over at me again “Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked in a low tone I gasped as I felt him shift once again “y-yeah I’m fine” he started bouncing his leg “are you sure?” “F-fuck” I breathed out “y-yeah don’t worry I’m good” I felt him move closer to me his mouth right beside my ear “you sure?” I felt him move up his leg and slowly started rocking it back and forth I couldn’t take it I bit onto his neck to try to muffle my moans and whimpers I heard him chuckle into my ear and felt his hands slowly making their way to my thighs I thanked god that the lights were off because I could feel myself slowly becoming undone just by his hands on my waist

He gripped onto me and started moving my waist I let out an embarrassing high pitched moan as I felt myself getting closer he moved one of his hands to go up to my face I felt his hand on my chin as he tilted my head up he took of his mask and leaned in for a kiss I couldn’t breath I felt to overstimulated the way he was grinding my hips into his thigh how I felt his mouth making its way down my neck trying to find any skin to nip at I started crying he let go of my waist and stopped kissing me “go on continue” I felt my body heat increase more if that was even possible I slowly started grinding my hips into his leg letting out breathy moans I all the sudden let out a high pitched moan as I rolled my hips just right I heard ghost panting and I felt his hand find their way to my waist again to push me harder down onto him “fuck y/n you have no idea what you do to me” he started grinding my hips for me my mind becoming clouded with lust “seeing you around the base always acting carefree flirting with other people as if you don’t belong to me” all I could do was let out small moans I felt his leg move away from my thigh but hell something else take it’s place “fuck do you see what you do to me y/n?” He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his cock “you belong to me and only me remember that” he slowly started rocking his hips against mine and I felt myself get closer to my release I started moving my hips to mach ghost rhythm but ultimately failed as I felt him grab my hips to stop me “once we get back to base going to fuck you so good going to make you scream my name pretty boy” I let out a high pitched whine and buried my face into the crook of simons neck “hng~ I’m close” I moaned out into his neck all the sudden he stopped moving I let out a whine “why did you stop?” “I want to hear you moan out my name as I make you cum I want everyone here to hear how good I’m making you feel” he spoke possessively I nodded hoping he could feel me approving of his demands “It’s not going to be that easy I need you to say it. Let me hear you beg to cum” I couldn’t handle it I just needed to cum “Yes yes! i won’t be silent anymore just please, please let me cum” I whined out ghost started rocking his hips against mine again but this time going faster than before before I knew it I reached my limit and dogged my nails into ghosts back I felt my brain turn to mush as a whimper left my mouth once I came down from my high Simon was still rocking his hips against mine “p-please Simon slow down I just c-came” he didn’t seem to hear me as he kept on going his head rested on my neck and I heard him say “you are mine and only mine” his hips jerked up against mine causing me to moan once Simon slowed down he spoke to me “you think you’ve got one more in you?” This time he put back his leg in between my thighs “H-ha~ s-simon I’m still sensitive” he started grinding his leg into me “I know so what’s one more orgasm hm? You want to be a good boy for me don’t you?” Ghost grabbed my hips once again started to grind faster “f-fuck ghost I’m cumming” I felt tears fall from my eyes the sensation was to much my hips stilled as I came once again after I came down from my high ghost let go of my hips and moved his leg away from me he picked up his mask and spoke “come on let’s get moving” I tried to fix myself up as best as I could and when ghost opened the door no one was outside I was surprised no one heard us but I’m not complaining my legs feeling a little wobbly I stepped outside and leaned against a wall when ghost looked over to me he chuckled “Jesus you look so beautiful like this” he touched my cheek lovingly and kissed my mouth with his mask he whispered in my ear “just wait till we get back to base” he let go of me and beckoned me to follow tonight was going to be a long night I thought to myself.

The end <3

Hey guys sorry for being so inactive I have more stories coming out so be prepared lmao but hope you have a nice day

#ghost x male reader #i’d do anything for him #male reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x male reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader

[forlorn-crows]

if youre still taking reqs! ifrit, dew, and drool. thats it thats the request<3

this ones been sitting for a hot minute, i appreciate you anon

so you know when i said knotting is not my thing? uh yeah about that. that doesn't apply to dew begging someone to take his. there's drool in there, i promise

Dew’s been humping Ifrit’s leg for an agonizingly long time, slicking up the length of his thigh with copious amounts of precum. His face is shoved squarely into the fire ghoul’s tits, which are just as wet, covered in saliva from Dew’s slack mouth.

Ifrit’s content to let the little ghoul take what he needs, use him as a vessel for his own pleasure. It’s hot, he can’t deny it. But he’s feeling especially lazy today, leisurely stroking himself as Dew ruts feverishly against him, twitching and gasping.

Ifrit hums at one of the water ghoul’s particularly high-pitched, feminine whines. “You’re so cute, honeydew,” he says huskily. He combs Dew’s hair off his forehead, admiring his wrecked expression. He gives himself a firm squeeze and sighs. “Fuck, could look at you all day.”

Another string of drool falls from Dew’s mouth as his eyebrows knit together and he moans, loud and wanton.

“Yeah,” Ifrit groans. He swipes a finger through the puddle of saliva and coats the head of his dick with it, hissing at the added wetness.

“Ifrit,” Dew wines, craning his head to look up at the fire ghoul. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, and full of desire.

“Yes, baby?”

Dew makes a pained noise and grinds harder into Ifrit’s thigh. “Please—need you to take it. I c-can’t, I can’t please.”

“Take your what?”

“My—hng—my kno—oh Lucifer.”

Ifrit huffs a laugh, too pleased to torture him. “Take your little knot?”

“Yessss,” he hisses. “Fuck, need you on it so bad.”

“Hm,” the fire ghoul considers. Dew mouths over one of his nipples, making his breath hitch and his cock kick under his hand. “Shit,” he breathes.

“Warming up to the—uh—idea?” Dew laves over the bud, mouth dripping with saliva. He grinds harder still, panting with the effort.

“I could be persuaded—ah fuck.” The water ghoul worries Ifrit’s nipple between his teeth, slowly, gently. “Oh, droplet yes,” he hisses. Ifrit’s hand strokes over his cock in earnest now.

“Will you?” Dew asks in a small voice. He grips at Ifrit’s torso, pawing down his sides and settling on his hips. He shifts up slightly, so his face presses into the curve of Ifrit’s neck. He mouths at the skin there too, wet and filthy.

“K-keep talking,” Ifrit groans.

“Will you take it?” Dew asks. “Let me fill that tight ass?” He pulls Ifrit’s hand off his cock, shifting his hips to slot his own length there instead. He thrusts once, twice. The slide is sinful, slick and slow.

Ifrit gasps, canting his hips up into Dew’s “Yeah, gonna fill me up, baby?”

“Yeah,” Dew moans. “Please, yes yes oh fuck.”

Saliva gathers at the corners of Ifrit’s mouth. His breath comes faster now as he splays his hands over Dew’s back, pressing every inch of the water ghoul against him. Ifrit presses his mouth against the shell of his ear, huffing hotly.

“Knot me, Dewdrop.”

#uh yeah so about that #oops #ifrit x dewdrop #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ask #anon #ficlet #fanfic #i finished this while watching The Mummy

[decaffedthoughts]

Kinktober Fic 3

Kinks: feminization and pegging

Other content: gender neutral afab dom reader, who is called master. Sub seungmin, called pup, puppy, and baby. A hint of possessiveness? M receiving fingering and pegging

Word count: 926

a/n: i posted this so late but it has to go out today because it's my darling's birthday!! @coupsie-daisies 🐶💖

You open the door, hardly paying attention after such a long day and your eyes half drooping closed. However, what you see through those eyes makes your brain and eyes fully snap open and awake.

Seungmin is dressed in a little baby blue set, with a skirt that is dangerously short and just a little skin already showing between his top and his skirt. Looking further down he has on the cutest white thigh highs that end before the skirt to show just a little bit of skin that you want to bite down on.

It takes him a moment to spin around after you open the door, and when he does the sight only gets better. He has a little brush in hand that is presumably being used to apply the glitter across his eyes and cheeks. And the front of the thigh highs has the cutest little bows glued to them.

You close the door quietly behind you and then take long gliding steps toward him, watching his deer in headlights expression.

"Hello, there." You say simply.

It takes a minute and you watch all the different possible scenarios play out in Seungmin's mind.

"Um, hi?"

"Is this for me?" You ask.

He nods quickly, almost without thinking, as if it being for anyone else was even possible.

"Good. On the bed, on your stomach."

Seungmin's eyes widen instantly, because he knows exactly what that means. He nearly trips over his feet since he tries to run without running. You busy yourself preparing your strap, knowing that he'll be patient. He always is.

You stand and the familiar weight falls on your hips. It's good. Turning around and walking over you notice Seungmin's skirt has flipped up in a way he didn't notice or didn't fix. The way his bare ass is half out tells you he knows and just wanted you to see he was being a naughty puppy and didn't put on underwear. A closer inspection after flipping up his skirt reveals that he's prepped himself as well. You chuckle, thinking about him deeming that more important than the glitter he spread on his face. He's got his priorities.

"You prepped yourself for me, puppy? I must be getting predictable if you knew I was going to fuck you."

You circle his rim while you speak, and insert one finger to test. No resistance at all.

"I didnt- hng- I didn't know. Was just hopeful. *Please*." He gasps out.

You hum at his answer, inserting another finger. Seungmin has prepared himself adequately, you know he's methodical like that, but the chance to tease him is right in front of you.

"Master, please!" He cries.

The use of your title sways you a little, since he rarely uses it unprovoked. You can always tease him again after, because you surely won't be letting him take off this outfit so soon.

"Hm, fine."

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you." He babbles, only whining a little when you remove your fingers.

He's too eager for what's to come to think about much else. The last hour of preparation for this surprise were enough to thoroughly work him up.

You wrap 3 fingers around the strap to guide it in properly, and Seungmin takes it easily and gratefully. He turns his head to the side so you can hear him properly the way you always want. It feels perfect, like this strap was made just for him to take it.

He pants a little, gasping through the familiar stretch. You don't let him get used to the feeling, because you know he doesn't really need it or even want it. Instead, you start a steady thrusting pace, listening to filthy sounds of Seungmin mewling and the wet squirt of the lube in his hole.

Within a minute Seungmin is softly pushing himself back onto you and meeting your hips sooner on each thrust. His tongue begins to push out over his bottom lip and you watch the drool gather and drop from the tip.

"You going all dumb, pup? Getting all good and fucked out."

Predictably, he doesn't answer. Which basically serves as an answer for you anyways, so he is certainly both dumb and fucked out. You stop for a minute, and instantly draws a loud whine from Seungmin who looks back at you, offended. He's less displeased when you grab under his arms and around his chest to pull his back up against you. It makes it a little harder to move, but it's worth it because when you do Seungmin starts moaning so loud you know you have to be hitting his prostate, and hard.

"Cum, cum!" He cries, half incoherent. "I wanna cum! Oh please, master."

You consider it, but continue fucking him just as hard as ever. It's going to be rough if you decide you don't want to let him cum yet. But you want to see him wreck his pretty outfit even more than the crumpled mess it already is.

"Yeah, cum for me, baby. You're lucky I'm nice."

It seems like Seungmin begins to try and answer but can't, as the next thrust causes him to cry out and spill all over his skirt. It doesn't make it up to his shirt but the skirt is well ruined around his tiny waist. He looks gorgeous, exposed yet covered, all flushed red, and only taking small, quick breaths.

"Oh my god, thank you." He slurs.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm not even close to done with you, puppy."

#my writing #cal's kinktober #kinktober 2023 #stray kids smut #skz smut #seungmin smut #seungmin kinktober #stray kids kinktober #skz kinktober

[greenorangevioletgrass]

The actress and the aviator >>> pls this is amazing could I request hall & oates you make my dreams for blurb week

fluffy fluffy stuff! i had a few options for this, but then decided to do a nerdy behind-the-scene fic (with a cameo from another famous person! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: pregnancy (again!), they have a daughter now(!!!), take your hubby & daughter to work day, nothing but fluff

***

Saturday mornings are Rooster’s favorite time of the week. He can usually sleep in just a little and wake up to the warm California sun instead of his blaring alarm for once, and a lot of the time, he wakes up to you curled up half on top of him, his legs tangled up in yours.

Some mornings, though, he wakes up with a jolt, as someone lands on his bed and jostles him around until he wakes. He groans, positively moose-like in his half-asleep noise.

The little culprit giggles. “Wakey wakey!”

“Hng…”

“Noooo, come on, Daddy!” she whines, and it’s annoying how cute she sounds. “We’re coming to work with Mommy!”

Her tiny hand starts pulling on his mustache and he avoids it by burying his face in the pillow. “Hey! Stevie— come on. No.” 

She only resorts to tugging her dad’s exposed ear, and with that, Rooster grabs her into a tickle attack and raspberry blows on her stomach, sending her into a fit of cackles.

“I think somebody’s awake…” you tease in a sing-songy tune from the bathroom door, all dressed up and radiant in your light blue dress. He’s not sure whether it’s the late summer sun or your makeup (if you’re even wearing any, he can’t tell sometimes) or the way your belly swells so beautifully under the sleek fabric, but he’s never been more in love with you in his life.

(He finds himself saying that a lot these days. And he means it every time.)

Offering your hand to your daughter, you tell her, “Let’s go and get you ready, kiddo, so your dad can go shower.”

“Noooo, come on, five more minutes!” He whines while his daughter climbs off of the bed, bounding towards you.

You look at him pointedly. “Nuh-uh. You’re on breakfast duty, so. On your feet, sailor.”

“Aviator.”

“Whatever.”

He smiles, watching the loves of his life animatedly chatting on your way out of the room. And despite his ‘complaints,’ he goes over his morning routine humming a happy song. Making breakfast, preparing snacks, sipping his own coffee and brewing your special tea (lemongrass and ginger with a touch of honey, just how you like it.) 

Because there’s nothing —and he means nothing— he’d like more than to spend his day off with his girls, in any way, shape or form. Whether it’s a slow day at home, or singing the full Frozen soundtrack on the way to Los Angeles for “Take-Your-Husband-And-Daughter-To-Work Day.” 

“Y/N! Thanks for coming in on short notice,” the director, Nora, greets you with a big hug at the office waiting room. And upon seeing the plus-two tagging closely along, she beams. “And you got your family with you!”

“Yeah, this is Bradley and our little monkey Stevie.” you twiddle her pigtail fondly, while Rooster and Nora shake hands.

The latter crouches down to level with the 4-year-old. “Hi, sweetie! I’m Nora. How are ya? You wanna watch Mommy work and hang out in the control room with us? Yeah?” The woman beams and offers a high-five, which Stevie meets halfway.

You smile at her somewhat tentatively. “Is that okay? She’s pretty chill, and—”

“Of course, of course! In fact…” she pauses thoughtfully, all the while leading the three of you into the recording studio. “Didn’t you say your husband can sing?”

Rooster finds you and Nora looking at him like you guys are plotting something, and he can’t help but panic a little bit. “I mean, I can hold a tune…?”

“He’s being modest.” You shake your head with a chuckle. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, Lin revised the opening number and there’s this part —it’s like two lines— and I thought it’d be cute if…”

And that is how Rooster, in his civilian getup of Hawaiian shirt and jeans, ended up in a cameo role in a Disney princess movie that you’re starring in.

The only film experience he had is Top Gun, and it’s more his turf than yours. But now, alone in a fancy recording booth with nothing but a pair of headphones and a mic in front of him… he is way out of his depth.

“Alright, Bradley. Let’s give it a try, shall we?” Lin-Manuel Miranda’s voice pipes up in his comms (monitor, you would correct him.)

And there’s that, too. 

The music starts to play, and he hears other vocal parts singing in his ears. Through the glass that separates the booth from the control room, he sees you, holding Stevie in your arms. Swaying and dancing along to the music, and he decides he’s gonna sing these two little lines for you.

His girls.

Rooster must’ve only been there for 15 minutes max, but when he hears Nora calling it a wrap, he’s so relieved. He returns to the control room filled with cheers and applause, and a teasing remark of you know where to go if you ever decide to leave the Navy from Lin. His little girl reaches out for him, and he’s all too glad to catch her in his arms.

“Now you got one more film credit under your belt,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek.

That is pretty cool, he admits. But he also can’t wait to blend into the background again and let you shine. You’ve always been much better than him at that. It’s your home, after all. He’s more than happy holding Stevie on his lap, as she watches the rough animation on the screen, watching you voice the young princess to life.

Of course, as a 4-year-old, the novelty wears off pretty quickly and she grows more intrigued to mimic “Uncle Lin” and how he vibes and headbangs to the song, and “Auntie G” who conducts the song as the music director. And when that no longer excites her, she moves onto her coloring books. Happy as a clam and quiet as a mouse amidst the busy comings and goings of the studio. You and Rooster always joked that she’s a film set baby who knew ‘quiet on set’ since she was born.

“What do you think, Stevie? Do you like Mommy’s princess song?” You quietly coo at her when you return to the control room, having finished your song of the day.

She looks up from her coloring book, tapping her sky blue crayon onto her chin (something she picked up from you) and decides, “I like Daddy’s bit better.”

The whole room erupts in shock and amusement and adoring stupefaction by this child’s ruthlessness. Lin and Nora nearly keel over laughing. Germaine and Charlie, the studio engineer, have their jaws dropped open. Meanwhile, Rooster is dying at the sight of you clutching your chest in a mixture of emotion; your lips are pulled into a big frown, but your eyes are twinkling in humor in the way that clenches his silly little heart.

“Stephanie Carole Bradshaw… ouch!” you squeak out. “Her dad sang two lines and she went nuts for it. I sang a whole number and she’s just like, nah.”

“She’s daddy’s girl through and through, huh?” Nora teases.

“I swear, if this one comes out a total daddy’s girl too,” you shake your head, looking down on your very prominent baby bump, “I’m gonna riot.”

Rooster simply laughs and puts his arm around your soft waist. Taking your dry, grumpy approach in stride, knowing it’s all in good humor (despite the tiniest touch of edge that maybe you mean it a little bit?). Because despite everything else, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Not for the life of him.

#the actress & the aviator #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x actress!reader #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x actress!reader #ava writes

[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language.

Going Live in 3…2…1…

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“What’s up everyone, Killer here. Today we’re going to be making a delicious Tiramisu that I like to eat whenever I’m having a hard time. My friend and coworker Quincy has been having some bad luck lately so I’m making one for her.”

The live chat was already spitting out messages more than Killer could read them. Most of them asking if he could send them baked goods for bad days too. He chuckled softly under his helmet, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail to avoid it going into the baking process. The fabric of his polyester blend muscle shirt stretched to accommodate Killer’s muscles without riding up his stomach and revealing his tight abdominals…too much. His jogger pants hugged his hips, perfectly framing his glutes and thighs.

“I can’t possibly make a dessert for every single person but take comfort in knowing that I’m rooting for you through your personal struggles. You got this,” pointing finger guns at the camera.

Turning around, he walked away to grab some ingredients and baking tools. The sound of pinging and comments going wildly in the background, a tad louder than the music on the speaker.

“This is a refreshing and savory dessert. I always feel like I’m biting into an espresso cloud and suddenly I’m a little bit happier, if only for a brief moment.”

Pulling out one mixing bowl, “First, we’re going to make our creamy filling. I’ll be using room-temperature mascarpone, cream, sugar, and vanilla extract. We’ll whip it until it gets nice and stiff. In between the whipping, I’ll also be dipping these lady fingers in this bowl of liquids – now I like to soak the fingers for about a minute to really soak in the espresso and liqueur. Makes the whole dessert just gush in your mouth.”

Killer was prepping the glass pan he was going to stack the layers in and he heard the transactions and notifications chime endlessly. What the hell was going on in chat today. He finished prepping the tools and ingredients before rushing to his phone to read everything.

Oh shit.

Oh fucking shit.

Killer did not mean to make any of his instruction sound as sexual as chat had perceived it to be. Oh no, the things he can’t unread. The blonde was incredibly grateful he kept his helmet on during all content creation, feeling his face break out in flushed flames. The echoing sounds of Kid and Wire’s cackling from inside the house only made it worse for Killer.

God damnit.

“Hng, er-uhm, as I was saying, once we get the…base ingredients prepared, we can get into some architecture. I think a good balance is about uh—2 to 3 inches of filling between biscuit layers, depending on how…erm…bloated the biscuit has become.”

As he loudly poured ingredients into the stainless-steel bowl, he quickly and quietly addressed the highlighted messages, not daring to repeat his answers before starting up the rotator blade. The machine Killer bought was a high-end model, it was a good quality standing mixer with a low humming drone when in use. Killer treated it as if it was a roaring engine.

“IT’S GETTING NOISY SO I’M GOING TO TURN UP THE MUSIC TO DROWN IT OUT. WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE MESSAGES FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES,” he spoke loudly as he used the remote to turn the speaker up.

Killer’s mouth was dry. He rushed to the fridge to pull out ice cubes for his water, plunking a swirly straw in the glass and draining his cup in seconds. Three times.

Feeling relieved, he made his way back to the island tabletop. He started soaking the lady fingers in the bowl and slowly layering the glass pan bottom with a row of soaked fingers. Once the bottom was covered, he checked the mixer. The creamy filling was looking stiff. Turning the machine off, Killer also lowered the volume of the speaker.

“You’ll see that the texture is ready when you can raise the blade and the filling is light, fluffy yet firm. You should be able to hold the blade upside down without the peaks falling or losing integrity. Now to make my life easier, I’m going to transfer this into a piping bag to fill the layers and then smooth it out before adding the next layer of lady fingers.”

Killer started to read out messages as he filled and stacked.

“_LickMeImurLollipop says,” he almost chokes, “’Marry me and I’ll make you a stay-at-home husband. You can bake to your heart’s content, filling doughnuts and whatever you want with your cream😏.’”

He took a long sip of water, “That’s a very tempting offer, Lollipop. I’ll keep it in my back pocket for a rainy day, ok sweetie?”

Using a flat blade to smooth the creamy layer, “JustAsking says or I guess asks, ‘Will you ever do a face reveal?’  The answer to that, as its been every time since my first upload, is NO. Please respect my boundaries, I’m a human being.”

“SchoolPunkRock says, ‘Been watching you since day 1 and I love your personality and attitude. And also your food. If you ever make a cookbook, I’d buy it in a heartbeat. I’d buy 10 copies.’  That’s really nice, thank you. That’s not something I’ve thought about but a great idea, nonetheless. I might explore that later. In the meantime, please keep supporting me on this platform by liking, commenting, and following!”

Killer squeezed the last of the filling over the lady fingers and started smoothing the surface. His finger curled under the table to press Kid’s call button. The redhead came through the door as Killer finished dusting a layer of cocoa powder over the dessert.

“Excellent timing! Now normally you’d want to let this sit in the fridge for an hour to let the flavors sort of sit there and blend together for a nice balance. Tiramisu is great at any time of the day,” Killer cut a square from the glass pan and slid it over on a small plate with a fork. Killer turned to put the pan in the fridge for later.

Kid was grinning into the camera, “’Sup everyone. Hope you enjoyed my buddy’s lesson today. In addition to potential book deals, KillerCook may soon be offering private cooking lessons over Vimeo, just you and him for up to an hour discussing…cooking or whatever,” his grin turned sly.

Killer choked in the fridge.

“All details to be forthcoming!” Kid finished with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.

Then with precise and exaggerated motions, Kid began a slow descent to pick up his plate and fork. His own gym shirt strained over his broad chest, muscles rippling underneath as he moved. Holding his plate in the air, arms flexing tightly as he used his prosthetic to lift the fork to his mouth, he winked at the camera before taking a bite.

As soon as he closed his mouth, a very thin line of dark liquid dribbled from between his lips. Kid’s eyes opened in shocked as he chewed.

“Whoa, that’s juicy!”

The pinging on the phone was going wild again. Killer quickly stood next to Kid before the knucklehead dared to answer a single message.

“What else?”

“Mmm shit Kill this is fucking great. The coffee and liqueur have that nice, bitter kick to the sweetness of the cream. The filling itself is fluffy but thick and flavorful. The balance between bitter and sweet is perfect man.”

“A perfect balance between bitter and sweet, what more can you ask for? With that in mind, we’ll be taking the Tiramisu I made first thing this morning to our friend. Tune in next time when I make a fun comfort food that’s also perfect for a sports ball pregame and/or tailgate – Philly Cheesesteak Dip. It’s easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Before Killer could turn the camera off, Wire and Heat burst through the kitchen doors. Heat opened the fridge to grab the insulated travel pack that contained the pre-made tiramisu, hoisting it over his head in triumph.

The 4 men stared into the camera while waving goodbye.

“See ya soon Quincy!”

“QUINCCAAAYY!!”

“You better be resting and not doing shit!!”

“Hope you like it, Quincy!”

End Livestream.

“Really, a fucking private Vimeo class?” Killer whipped his baking gear off and tossed the dirty dishes in the sink.

The three other men began howling with laughter.

“AYE! You shoulda seen the comments dude! You can really capitalize on this, whole frontier’s unexplored,” Kid explained through his tears of laughter.

Killer clicked his tongue, “Nooooooo, you’re not going to live vicariously through me because your OnlyFans account got shut down again.”

Bonus: The comment section

GaybellineNY347: In theory, if one wanted to send you money in exchange for…photos of you with your finished desserts, how much would you charge? Not that the photos you post aren’t tasteful😳 They can be tastier with…you…in them👉👈 KillerCook: Uh well, I kind of want to keep the focus on my food…good to know though😳

VoidEssence: Who was the tall glass of water?👅💦 Scream_Maim_Fire: His name is out of your area code.

ShootingMyShot_89: Sooooo the vimeo deets???????????? PunkNeverDied69: I said FORTHCOMING! It’s COMING on the FORTH!

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Best Phineas and Ferb Episode Tournament(s)

I'm Annabelle, (21, she/her), my main is @quantumboogaloo, and I love all Dwampyverse stuff!

This tournament will consist of three separate brackets, one each for standard length episodes (11 minutes), extended length episodes (20+ minutes), and special length episodes (40+ minutes)

Standard Length

Preliminaries: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

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Preliminary

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Preliminary

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Old Friends, New Lovers? Part 2

MODERN!HAGANEZUKA HOTARU X FEM!READER

Summary: It's the morning after your bar night and Haganezuka is there for you when you wake up. You two have a talk and things get heated between the two of you.

Warnings: SMUT, SHAMELESS SMUT

A/N: Modern!AU, Female Reader, Teacher Reader, Teacher Haganezuka, From Friends To Lovers

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

The morning came and Haganezuka woke up when he heard your phone's alarm go off. The man grumbled as he tried to ignore it, but it became impossible task. So he got up and marched to the entrance where your bag and phone were and turned the alarm off.

Crap, it was already 11 am. How long did you two sleep? Haganeuka grunted as he peeked into your bedroom and saw you still sleeping soundly. You had some hell of a talent when it came to sleeping, but to your defense, you did drink a lot last night.

"Oi," The man walked up to you and shook you, "Wake up."

You didn't even flinch. Haganezuka frowned and proceeded to poke your cheek, "Oi! Wake up!"

"Hng…" You groaned weakly and murmured quietly, "5 more minutes…"

"You get up now or I'm throwing you into a cold shower myself!" He snapped and you groaned, "Yes yes…"

"Good," The man nodded and he left your bedroom to make you and him some coffee. He measured the water and coffee grounds in the coffee maker and turned the machine on. He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that your 5 minutes were up. So he made his way back to your room, only to see that you had wrapped the blanket back over you and rolled to your other side.

Haganezuka could feel the vein in his temple pop as he got a little angry, but he controlled himself. He got next to your bed and shook you again, trying to wake you up, "Your 5 minutes are done."

"Go away…" You groaned and Haganezuka scowled. "Enough of this…!"

He yanked the blanket off from you but you still kept stubbornly sleeping. So he gently picked you up in his arms like you were a princess and then carried you to your bathroom. He carefully set you down in the bathtub, but you still wouldn't wake up.

"Last chance." He warned you and you just groaned sleepily, "Ngh…"

"Alright, but remember that I warned you!" That was the last warning you got as Haganezuka grabbed the handle and twisted, turning the cold shower on. In a second, Haganezuka turned from a home economics teacher into a torturer.

"KYAH!" You screamed as the water hit you straight on, your legs kicking out and hands flailing, "Turn it off, turn it off!"

Haganezuka nodded as he shut the water and you panted, trying to get over the shocking wake-up. The man grunted and turned to leave the bathroom, "Coffee is done in 5 minutes so you can take a shower or something."

"You- you-!" You stuttered and Haganezuka closed the door behind him and sure enough, he heard the lock click on and the shower turn on. Pleased with himself, he went back to your kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and enjoyed it and the late morning sun. It looked like it was going to be a sunny weekend.

It didn't take long for you to shower and a moment later you walked into the kitchen with some fresh clean clothes on and a towel wrapped around your head.

"About time you got up," Haganezuka grunted and you glared at him, "Dick move Hotaru." Oh, you were using his name? You must have meant business.

"Blame yourself," He shot right back at you and you groaned as you grabbed yourself a mug and poured yourself coffee.

"What, no hangover?" The man asked and you shook your head.

"Nope!" You said as you edited the coffee to your liking, "Probably thanks to me puking last night."

"Oh, so you actually remember something from last night?"

"I remember a lot." You said before you actually recalled that Haganezuka had kissed you and told you that he wanted to be your lover. You swallowed nervously as you sat across from him and mixed your coffee with a teaspoon.

"So…?" Haganezuka started and you looked to the side, "What?"

"What do you say?"

"To what?"

"What do you think?" The man rolled his pretty orange eyes, "I don't know if you are actually dumb or just playing one."

"Ah-!" You were about to reply, but your stubbornness won, "I don't… Do you really like me?"

"If I didn't I wouldn't have said it, kissed you, or stayed for the night to watch after your sorry drunken ass."

"Ah," You frowned, not at him, but at yourself and your sorry behavior. "Fuck, I'm sorry Hotaru…"

"So…" The man frowned, "You're dumping me."

"No!" You shouted quickly, not wanting to create a misunderstanding, "I'm not! I just… I'm not perfect Hotaru."

"And you think I am?"

"No, but don't you deserve something better than me?"

"I don't want anyone better!" Haganezuka frowned, "I want you!"

"You…!" You blushed, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into!"

"Then show me!"

"I- Ugh!" You quickly set your coffee down before bouncing up, making your way around the small table to Haganezuka and then kissing him!

The man's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered and kissed you back just as hungrily. Your lips pressed and moved against each other's and Haganezuka growled as he licked your bottom lip, begging or in his case demanding an entrance.

You sighed against his mouth before opening yours and the man didn't waste any time, sticking his tongue into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.

Your mouth tasted like coffee and spearmint. You must have washed your mouth after showering and before coming to the kitchen.

The kiss turned deeper and more passionate with that, but you weren't complaining and Haganezuka wasn't either.

You moaned against his mouth, feeling your legs grow weaker as the two of you kept on kissing each other. You pulled back, gasping for air and Haganezuka growled as he got up and easily picked you up in his arms before carrying you to your bedroom.

Once in the room, he put you down so you sat on the edge of your bed and you got rid of the towel wrapped around your head, and the two of you started to strip your clothes off.

Haganezuka slipped his shirt over his head and you gasped breathlessly when you saw how muscly and strong he was. The man was like a piece of art, sculptured by the best sculptors and from the finest marble there was. You started to feel slightly insecure before him, and he noticed how you stopped taking your shirt off, "What's wrong?"

"I'm…" You swallowed nervously, "I'm not so pretty-!"

"Fuck that!" He snapped before you could finish and he ripped your shirt off from you. You gasped and your hands moved to cover yourself but he growled, "Arms down, I want to see all of you…!"

You frowned but you couldn't help the shiver that went up your spine when you heard him order you like that. So you let your harms fall aside and Haganezuka growled.

You may not have been able to see it, but you were gorgeous. Breasts so full, tummy so cute, and that fucking adorable blush on your cheeks? You were everything he ever imagined and hoped for.

"You're gorgeous." He said and you smiled because you knew he meant it and because Haganezuka Hotaru never lied. The man growled as he picked you up and threw you completely on the bed before climbing on top of you and caging you against the bed with his arms.

"I'm going to touch you now…!" He growled and you blushed softly as you nodded, "Please…"

Fuck, you were cute. The man's hands roamed your body, feeling your curves, soft breasts, and squeezing-!

"Ah, Hotaru…" You whimpered meekly as his calloused hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, your back arching to press yourself harder against his hands.

Haganezuka grounded his teeth together. You didn't know what you did to him, but you got a pretty good clue when his hips betrayed him and he bucked against your thigh. You yelped, feeling his hard cock rub against you through the layers of his pants and you became excited, wanting to see what he had in there.

"Hotaru, please…" You whined, "More, please…"

Fuck you were cute when you were begging.

"Fuck, hold on…!" He started to undo his pants and you decided to be helpful and you started to wiggle your way out of your own pants and soon enough, you were both naked.

Your eyes immediately went down and you blinked, briefly startled by how huge Hotaru looked from your point of view. Haganezuka growled as he bent down and wrapped his lips around your left nipple while one of his hands started to squeeze and fondle your right breast, his free hand slipped between you two and his fingers graced your sex's opening, collecting the wetness there.

"Hotaru…!" You whined as your body writhed underneath his and the man sucked harder on your nipple as he pushed one finger inside you, followed by another and wiggling them around, opening you up and preparing you for something bigger.

But it felt so good, having him twisting his fingers in you and making you feel so good with his mouth and other hand on your breasts. Then he bit you gently and you could feel the coil in your lower tummy tighten and suddenly he pushed a third finger into you, stretching you so deliciously that you came with a loud cry.

"Ho- Tah-! Hotaru!" You cried out as your body twisted underneath his and the man growled as he felt your sex tighten around his fingers.

Finally, your body seemed to calm down a little after your first orgasm, but Haganezuka was so hard it was almost painful to him. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you and released your nipple from his mouth.

"Need you now…!" He growled, and that growl sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Lube and condoms are on the table…!" You whined as you pointed at your nightstand and Haganezuka acted quickly, reaching for a condom and a bottle of lube. While he was opening and placing the condom over his cock, you panted, trying to catch your breath.

"Shit…!"

"What is it, what's wrong?" You asked, clearly worried and Haganezuka scowled, "These are too small…!"

You couldn't believe what you heard and you swallowed the saliva collecting in your mouth. If you weren't horny earlier then you were now for sure.

"Y- you can do it without…" You said quietly and he looked at you, "Are you sure? Do you understand what you are saying?"

"If it's you then I don't mind…!" You confessed and your words went straight into his hard cock.

Haganezuka growled as he opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his hand before using it to lube his cock for you. Your comfort came first to him, that's why he had spent a good while preparing you properly to ensure you wouldn't feel any pain.

Once done, the man grabbed his cock and positioned it between your sex's lips, gently nudging and edging you on.

"Don't tease me… I need you…!" You pleased and God it was sexy. Slowly, Haganezuka started to push in and you gasped and he groaned as the tip slipped inside.

"Tight..!" Haganezuka groaned while you were gasping for air because of how big he was, stretching you despite all that earlier preparation. Slowly but surely, he pushed inside and little by little your body accepted him and his enormous cock. It took a minute, but finally, his hips pressed against yours and he was all the way inside you.

You were both panting as you got used to each other, you to his girth and he to your tightness, but God, you were tight! You were gasping for air as you tried to relax so you would both be more comfortable. Haganezuka could feel your walls pulse and flutter around him and slowly he pulled back before thrusting back into your tight heat.

"Ah-!" You gasped and your hips bucked, taking him in deeper and the man groaned as he leaned down for another messy hot kiss.

As the two of you kissed, he found a good rhythm that worked for both of you, and in no time all you could hear were your whimpers, his growling, and the wet noises that your sexes produced when colliding. Soon, with his hips aligned right he was pounding into you fiercely and you were by his mercy.

Haganezuka loved how you clung to him like he was your lifeline, your clean little nails leaving crescent marks on his strong arms as he fucked you right.

"Hotaru, gonna- Not gonna last!" You gasped as the coil started to tighten again and this time Haganezuka was close to cuming with you.

"In or out?" He suddenly asked to your confusion, "W- what?"

"Can I cum in or do you want me to pull out?" He clarified and the chance of getting pregnant flashed at the back of your mind, but you didn't hate the idea.

"C- cum where you want…!" With your blessing, Haganezuka growled as his hips picked up the speed, and suddenly the angle shifted and he was hitting that spot deep inside you that made your back arch and insides squeeze harder around the man.

"There- There!" You cried as you came and the man growled right against your ear as he felt your inside squeeze around him harder than before and it was enough to drive him over the edge also.

Haganezuka's hips never stopped moving, even when he came inside you. You and your insides were milking him for all he was worth and he couldn't stop his hips, clinging to every drop of pleasure there was.

Finally, the fatigue caught up with both of you and slowly Haganezuka's hips stilled and you both gasped for breath. Slowly, he pulled out of you and you both moaned due to sensitivity. The man leaned back and watched how his cum dripped out of your sex and he groaned as he used his fingers to collected as much cum as he could before pushing it back inside your spent sex.

"Hotaru…" You moaned shakily and the man seemed to snap out of it and to your confusion he got out of the bed and left the bedroom.

"Hotaru?" You called after him and a small part of you started to think that he would leave now that he had a taste of you… But the man returned soon with a bottle of water and a wet towel on his other hand.

"Hotaru?" You wondered out loud as he started to wipe your body clean and offered the water bottle to you.

"You need to drink." He said and you were stunned by how well he was taking care of you. No one, and you meant no man or woman you had been with was as thoughtful as he was being now. You didn't even realize how thirsty you were until you opened the bottle and took a sip of the cool water.

"I… Thank you?" You were speechless as Haganezuka threw the towel aside when he was done cleaning you. He grunted as he settled on the bed next to you. He pulled a blanket over the two of you and then pulled your body tightly against his.

"Move in with me." He said suddenly and you blinked.

"What!?" You were so shocked that you nearly jumped out of the bed, "This soon!?"

"Why the fuck not? We have known each other since we were little brats, we work together each day, and now that we know our feelings for each other there shouldn't be any reason for us not to live together."

His reasoning wasn't completely off… But you had to be sure…

"So… We are lovers now?" You asked and he huffed, "Unless you just want a fuck buddy, but you know how I feel about you."

"I…" You considered your next words carefully, "I'd like to date you, if you're alright with it and accept me?"

"Then it's settled! You're moving in with me!" Haganezuka said and you sighed, yet still smiled as you laid back down and rested against him, "Alright alright."

"Oh, and you better stop smoking for good now." He added, and you nodded absent-mindedly, tired and ready for some after-sex rest, "Yes yes."

"If not for me then for our kids!" He added and you nodded before you realized what he said and then you flinched, "Wait, what?! I'm not pregnant!"

"Not yet, but it's only the manner of time!"

You couldn't believe this man. Honestly, what was he thinking?

…Why were you smiling? What were you thinking?

"I'm hungry." Haganezuka suddenly said and he had every right to be hungry after a performance like that. You hummed as you glanced at the clock by your nightstand and it told you that clock was already 1 pm. You hugged your lover as you thought out loud, "Wanna order something to eat?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I got some food flyers by the entrance that I forgot to take out to trash." You recalled, "There should at least be something edible that you eat also?"

"I'm too fucking tired… I'll check them later." Slowly, he closed his eyes and you smiled as you watched him fall into a peaceful sleep. You couldn't help but admire him and you giggled a little at how serious he looked even when he was asleep.

Maybe this could work between the two of you? You were feeling positive.

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so back when the year started, @srapsodia gave me the best birthday gift i could’ve ever asked for (my boys being Soft and In Bed) and i forgot to share them with the world. thank you, raps, for thinking of me and giving me Them <3

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When Geralt sees the body on the table, he shakes his head with something akin to fondness.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” he tells Jaskier, whose eyes haven’t opened yet, whose skin still shines pale and unblemished. “One day I’ll really dissect you.”

“Mm,” Jaskier grunts, displeased.

Geralt takes his apron off, given his services won’t be needed with this particular costumer, and leans back against the sink of the mortuary to wait. It usually takes Jaskier a few minutes to regain movement of his limbs, a few more minutes to get his words back.

“What was it this time?” Geralt asks conversationally, mostly because he knows Jaskier won’t answer him. “Jealous husband poisoned your meal? Didn’t look where you were going and shared a kiss with the local transport vehicle?”

“Hng.”

Geralt nods, reaching for the cabinet door. “I know it’s cold. I’m sorry. You know how it is.”

He lays a blanket over Jaskier’s still-rigid legs, and checks his pulse. Faint, but there.

“Just a few more minutes,” he says, watching blood slowly color Jaskier’s cheeks, flowing down the purple-blue veins under his eyes. His arms are twitching. “You want coffee or tea? I got croissants from the bakery you like.”

“‘ea,” Jaskier manages.

“Okay,” Geralt says. “We can breakfast upstairs. I know you don’t like the smell in here.”

Geralt does, though. There’s something about the smell of formaldehyde and antiseptic that soothes his mind. He’s surprised, really, that, for someone who’s visited his mortuary so many times, Jaskier still hasn’t gotten used to it.

Some things aren’t for him to know.

“Ah,” Geralt murmurs, Jaskier’s blue eyes blinking hazily at him. “Welcome back.”

Jaskier glowers at him. It looks more cute than menacing.

Geralt pushes Jaskier’s hair back, presses a kiss to his forehead. Ice cold, as usual.

“When I said I couldn’t do date night because work was busy,” he whispers, “I didn’t mean for you to literally show up at work.”

Jaskier raises his eyebrows, as if to say well, and immediately grimaces. Expressive facial gestures right after waking up mess up with the slow progress his body makes, and now he’ll be stuck with an inquisitive expression for a few hours.

Geralt definitely doesn’t laugh at him.

(He does). (A little). (He also makes some horrible puns). (Jaskier will make him pay, later).

Jaskier’s hand intertwines with his own. A weak embrace, but Geralt can feel the warmth of his touch in his soul.

“Roach missed you,” he tells him, linking their fingers together. “She’ll be delighted to see you.”

Jaskier’s head turns slightly.

“Well, maybe not delighted. Amused, at least.”

“Mm.”

Finally, Jaskier’s legs regain blood flow, and he shakes them out a little. Geralt helps him sit up on the table.

“How are you feeling?”

Jaskier nods. He looks tired, as he often does after waking up, but everything else seems normal.

“Okay,” Geralt says. He presses his forehead against Jaskier’s. “Still like your tea with four sugars, then?”

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1,000 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

“Jas,” Geralt calls, not taking his eyes off his journal.

Jaskier stops strumming his lute with a palm on the strings. “Yes?”

“Would you pass me an orange from our pack?”

He hears Jaskier murmur an assent, and goes back to the ardent task of drawing a cockatrice that resembles the one he’d fought the week prior. There’s a rustling sound as Jaskier rifles through their things, a triumphant little ah-ha! as Jaskier, presumably, finds the orange, but then, there’s silence.

Geralt sketches the final lines of the cockatrice to his satisfaction, and takes a look behind him to see what could be taking Jaskier so long in the simple delivery of the fruit.

He finds Jaskier poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, brow furrowed in concentration as he picks at the orange between prying fingers.

“What are you doing?” Geralt asks, coming to crouch beside him.

“Oh!” Jaskier says, his eyes snapping up, as if he’d forgotten Geralt was there at all. “I was just getting all the white stuff out for you,” he says, and presents his palms to Geralt.

It’s a small orange, halved, bright and plump in Jaskier’s hands, and all the white tendrils have been carefully removed.

For him.

The orange almost flies into the other direction when Geralt surges to kiss him.

“Oh,” Jaskier says when they break apart, flustered and a little dazed. “What brought that on?”

Geralt smiles, taking one half of the orange into his hands.

“You.”

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“Yen,” Geralt says through gritted teeth. “It’s not wearing off.”

She peers at him across the table. “What isn’t?”

He growls. The potion, he wants to say, the stupid potion that had been innocently placed among his own elixirs, wearing a nondescript label and looking innocuous enough. The potion that is making his every thought escape through his tongue and jump out of his mouth, into the world of the living.

That potion.

“Mm,” she nods. “It’ll go away soon enough. The urge.”

They both follow Jaskier’s moving figure with their eyes, the bard prancing around the tavern floorboards with practiced ease and a salacious grin on his pink-bitten lips. They watch as he belts out a high note, sweat clinging to his skin, pooling in the hollow of his throat, uncovered now that he’s shed his doublet on the back of a chair.

Geralt tries very hard not to imagine what it would feel like to put his mouth there, because it’s a stupid thing to think, and because the filter that usually keeps stupid thoughts at the back of his mind where they belong is broken, and it would be very unwise to let such imaginings out in the wild.

But—

“Seems our bard has found himself some company,” Yennefer says, a smug smirk on her lips, as she waves in his general direction. “Such a handsome fellow, too.”

And, because he’s weak, Geralt tears his gaze from a knot on the wooden table and finds that Jaskier’s singing has stopped, and he’s now animatedly chatting with a patron. A broad-shouldered, heavy-handed man, with charming brown eyes and curls that bounce on his head every time he laughs that musical laughter at something Jaskier’s said, and a well-trimmed beard that frames his face ever so nicely. A man whose hand is resting on Jaskier’s forearm, his thumb rubbing distracted circles on it as Jaskier draws closer and closer.

Geralt’s tankard creaks ominously in his hand.

Yen has the gall to look amused. “Anything on your mind, dear?”

Geralt tries to ignore the way his mind is screaming at him, but it doesn’t work, of course, because that godsdamned serum is still coursing through his veins, still making him— “I want to draw my sword and place it on that man’s neck and watch him sweat, and when I’ve made sure he’s gone I want to take Jaskier back here and have him sit on my lap and show everyone who he belongs to.”

It all comes out in one breath, so fast that he doesn’t have time to feel ashamed, and he feels as though he’s never talked so much in his life. He probably hasn’t.

“Interesting,” says Yen, watching Jaskier saunter back to their table. “Very interesting.”

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Jaskier turns in his bedroll again.

“—fucking winter and its wintery fucking— cold as balls, ice frozen—”

“Jask?”

“—good for nothing— oh.” His tossing stops. The ground is so fucking cold. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

One golden eye peers at him. He would say Geralt looked annoyed, but he can’t see most of his face, tucked as it is under his cloak, so he chooses to interpret it as friendly concern. “Your muttering did.”

Jaskier smiles sheepishly at him, even though Geralt probably can’t see him either, with his scarf tied around his neck and covering most of his face. “Sorry. Just...”

“Can’t sleep?”

Jaskier shakes his head. It’s their fifth year on the Path together, the first one Geralt’s invited him along to spend the winter at Kaer Morhen with him — and Jaskier’s excited, really, but sleeping on the forest floor with a thin bedroll and definitely not enough blankets kind of dampens his spirits a little.

They’ve laid their bedrolls side by side, the fire keeping their feet warm, but still Jaskier can’t fend off the chill that’s seeped into his bones. He would blame it on his frilly, beautifully impractical clothing, with its soft but thin fabrics, with its stunning trim but no insulation, but if he did, he’d basically be agreeing with Geralt, and he can’t have that. Not even in the privacy of his own mind.

(He still hasn’t ruled out the possibility that Witchers are mind-readers). (Geralt is awfully quiet whenever Jaskier brings it up, and, well, one can never be too careful).

So he’s been tossing and turning and singing lullabies to himself in a feeble attempt of finally succumbing to a warm, deep sleep. Not that it’s worked, anyway.

The single golden eye looks considering, now.

“Wha—?” Jaskier manages before Geralt stands up, the bare skin under his sleep shirt immediately reacting to the cold air of the forest and erupting in gooseflesh.

Then, a blanket is being tossed to his face.

(It smells like horse).

“There,” says Geralt, not unkindly, his voice a bit rough. “That’ll help.”

“Well,” Jaskier replies, trying to adjust the blanket without taking his hands out of his bedroll, which proves impossible. “Thanks.”

Before he can sit up straight and, like a sane person, rearrange the blanket on top of himself, Geralt’s doing it for him. His hair is a mess from where he’s been laying on it and he’s squinting, but his hands are warm as they reach for the ends of the blanket and he tucks them into Jaskier’s bedroll, making sure his body is covered.

“You’re tucking me in,” Jaskier whispers, something that suspiciously feels like love standing on his heart a little.

Geralt smiles. He smiles his soft smile, the one where his lips stretch over his face and they’re pink and pretty and there’s a shine in his eyes.

“I guess I am,” he replies, checking no corners have been missed. “We’ll reach the mountain soon. No more cold nights after that.”

Jaskier smiles. He doesn’t know what it might look like on his face, lips chapped and slightly cracked. He hopes it shows his gratitude for him.

Geralt sits back on his haunches. The smile is still there. Fonder, somehow.

“What, no kiss goodnight?” Jaskier murmurs, because he’s an idiot, because he can’t help himself.

“Mm,” Geralt says, and for a second, Jaskier thinks he’s getting up to leave, but then Geralt leans forward and there’s a gentle, sweet kiss being pressed to his forehead. His smile is bigger when he turns away. “There. Goodnight.”

Jaskier can feel the warmth on his skin, the skin Geralt pressed a kiss to. He can feel it seeping into his bones.

When he turns around, blanket firmly secured, Geralt is watching him from his own bedroll.

“Goodnight,” he mouths at him, and Geralt closes his eyes.

His cloak is covering half his face again, but Jaskier can see the smile he’s hiding anyway.

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