#his beautiful smile melts my heart 💙

[mooshywrites]

hiii could i get a poly gale/astarion/tav where they share a bath together? could be smutty or not, maybe tav and astarion pampering gale and his own man bones?? whatever feels right to u. 💙

Bubbles and Ducks

PolyGn!Reader x Gale x Astarion

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A/N - I’m a slut for a good bubble bath, ngl

Warnings - NSFW - Smutty atmosphere, cliff hanger kinda?

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You didn’t have to look up from your book when you heard the front door knob start to turn. Astarion was always the first to come through the door, beating your other lover, Gale, home by a half hour or so. Sometimes later if Gale fell far too focused into a new book.

The way the door slammed behind the pale elf, however, did cause you to turn. You looked to the door with furrowed eyebrows, shifting from your spot in the comfortable plush loveseat by the fire. When you met Astarion’s eyes, your heart felt a pang of pity.

Astarion looked exhausted.

“Bad day?” You questioned, making your way towards him. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling how he sluggishly melted into your arms.

“You have no idea, darling.” He muttered. “Who knew a tailor would be in such high demand this time of year.”

“It’s just because everyone knows that you put out the best work.” You stroked his hair, fingers running through the soft white curls.

He only sighed, taking a step back and stretching his arms upwards. You slid his satchel off of his shoulder, rubbing the tense muscles near his neck. The two of you appreciated the moment in comfortable silence, standing in the doorway.

You almost jumped out of your skin when the door knob started to turn again.

“Who is that?” You whispered to Astarion, slightly panicked.

“Gale?” He shrugged, his eyes wide.

“He never gets home this early” You hissed.

The door swung open and you pulled Astarion towards you protectively. You let out a breathy laugh when you saw the brown-haired wizard standing there, looking at the two of you with a confused expression.

“Why are the two of you standing there?” Gale asked slowly.

”What are you doing home so early?” Astarion exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips. “You gave us quite a scare, pet!”

Gale stepped further in and chuckled, landing a kiss on Astarion’s cheek along with yours as a silent apology. “Couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough to read a sentence, let alone tutor a gaggle of mages. Didn’t sleep well last night, I suppose.”

“Looks like that makes me the lover of two tired men.” You mused, looking between them.

“Tired is an understatement.” Gale huffed.

“I quite agree, there has to be a stronger word for what I’m feeling.” Astarion whined.

You crossed your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes at the men’s dramaticism.

“I can run a bath for you?” You offered.

“Will you be joining us?” Astarion prodded curiously. You didn’t like the glint in his eye. You knew all too well that the vampire could be a schemer even with the most mundane of circumstances.

“You can’t expect us to sit and talk to just each other.” Gale agreed.

”Why not? I think the two of you would benefit from some bonding time.” You argued teasingly.

“Gale and I had plenty of ‘bonding‘ time last night. Why do you think he’s so tired?” Astarion smiled triumphantly. “Now, come along, darling. I do believe it’s time for a group bath.”

You didn’t have a split second’s time to argue, the two men hurriedly ushering you off towards the back of the house.

It had taken a bit of work from all three of you to make the bathroom the comfortable relaxing area it was now, Gale had even spent weeks trying to come up with ways to have hot water on demand. You had designed the layout of the place, Astarion decorating the room with the most normal amount of perfectionism you could expect from him.

You had to admit, the end result was beautiful. A large clawfoot tub sat in the corner, sunlight streaming down to kiss the porcelain from the skylight you’d installed. Various potted plants and flowering vines peppered the room, making the room smell every so slightly of spring. It was most definitely your favorite place to unwind.

Astarion and Gale undressed casually, this scenario being one the three of you had repeated many times before. Soft, chaste kisses were exchanged as you helped each other out of the more difficult ties, comfortable silence settling over the room. Other than Gale’s slightly off pitch humming, of course.

You started to run the water, sprinkling dried flower petals as the tub filled to make the water smell sweet. When the three of you finally clambered into the steaming water, Gale let out a sigh of relief.

“See now this is how you relax.” He murmured.

“My idea of relaxing doesn’t involve you running your mouth the whole time, darling” Astarion quipped.

Both you and Gale just chuckled, knowing Astarion didn’t hold any venom in his words. You were sure that the pale elf would miss the wizard talking if he did indeed stop talking. Astarion just couldn’t help but express his love though sarcasm.

“So tell me why your day was so tiring.” You asked, settling back in the warmth.

The two men talked back and forth, going into every detail of their day. You idly traced your fingertip over Gale’s arm while you listened, your other hand interlaced with Astarion’s. The three of your legs tangled together under the water, a mess of limbs to make room for the three of you in the tub.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the simple comfort, not at all listening to whatever Gale and Astarion had started arguing about this time. Instead, you fell into some sort of relaxed trance as you spent time with the men you loved.

“Aren’t I right, darling.” Astarion demanded, pulling you out of your lovesick stupor.

“Right about what?”

“That I’m a better kisser than Gale!” Astarion blurted out.

Gale scoffed, holding his hand up to Astarion incredulously. “Surely you can’t agree with him. All three of us know my lips are the best.”

“Hmm,” You pondered, making it seem as if you were having to think quite hard on which of the two you preferred. “I think I’d have to have a demonstration before I decide for sure.” You said with finality.

Both the men broke out in a grin, Gale’s nose blushing over slightly.

”After you, pet, I insist.” Astarion offered to Gale confidently.

”You don’t have to tell me twice.” The wizard smiled, leaning towards you.

His lips were soft and warm against your own, slightly damp from the steam of the bath. He smelled of the roses and tasted of something sweet, making you melt into his touch. His tongue swept across your bottom lip for a split tease of a moment before he pulled away, leaving you breathless.

When you looked to Astarion, his pupils had widened, his lips parted slightly as he watched the display before him. Gale smirked at his reaction, settling back against the edge of the tub.

”Beat that, then.” Gale grinned.

“I think I shall.” Astarion challenged.

He was much slower when closing the distance between the two of you, his eyes devouring you like you were the first glimpse of pleasure he had ever seen. When his lips finally pressed against your own, he was even more methodically slow. His mouth molded against yours, deepening the kiss ever so slightly with each passing second. Right before he leaned back, his teeth caught at your lip, nipping at the sensitive skin softly.

When he rested back against the edge, your cheeks were flush and your chest full of butterflies. Gale continued to smirk at your reaction, obviously pleased by the position you were stuck between.

”I think.” You started before clearing your throat, the action not at all hiding the new quiver in your voice. “I think I’ll need another kiss or two from both of you. For scientific reasons, of course.”

Gale and Astarion exchanged amused glances before turning their attention back to you, anticipation twinkling in their eyes. They didn't need to be asked again. In perfect synchrony, they leaned in towards you, their lips hovering just inches away from your own.

You could feel the mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you as they closed the remaining distance, their kisses now coming together in a sensuous dance. Each one was different yet equally intoxicating — Gale's kiss was tender and filled with affection, while Astarion's held a raw passion that set your heart ablaze.

Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the exquisite sensation of their lips against yours. The room faded away, leaving only the three of you entangled in a web of desire. It was a moment of pure bliss, where nothing else mattered but the connection you shared.

As the kisses deepened, hands roamed freely, caressing and exploring every inch of exposed skin beneath the water's surface. Soft moans and sighs filled the air, mingling with the steam that enveloped your entwined bodies. The boundaries between each individual began to blur, as if you were merging into one entity driven by a singular desire.

In a fleeting moment, a thought flitted across your mind.

There was going to be absolutely no relaxing in this bath, was there?

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[brnesblogposts]

I just wanted to say I LOVE YOUR FLUFF STORIES. ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE! 🥰🤣💙 and... I was wondering if you could you do a story were reader (girl) is on a walk in the rain with an umbrella, and spots a guy (Bucky) sitting on a bench in the soft rain with no umbrella. She sits near him and ever so sneakily shares her umbrella? Bucky could appreciate the strangers kindness despite not knowing him. The story can be as long or short as you like! 💙 Have a great day/afternoon/night! ♡ Thank you! 

thank you so much! means the world, and this is my first request so i’m really excited 🙈!

i hope you like what i came up with :)

It was the worst kind of rain, it was a fine but heavy rain that soaked everything rather quickly. Luckily you had your umbrella on you and quickly popped it open before you got too wet, despite the rain the walk through the park was beautiful, just what you needed to clear your mind.

A couple minutes later you noticed a man sitting on a bench, his clothes looked wet and his hair was starting to get soaked by the fine droplets, he didn’t look like he was going to move nor did it look like he had an umbrella. In fact it looked like he was lost in head a thousand yard stare on his face.

Approaching slowly you acted as if you were just taking a break and sitting down, he tensed up a bit as you did so but you tried to keep as much distance as possible as not to make him uncomfortable. Slowly but surely you managed to inch your umbrella further and further until it was covering the both of you, the rain was getting heavier now and he should not be sitting in it because he could get sick, but you weren’t one to judge, the man could be going through something.

Bucky noticed you straight away, he was weary as he is with most people. He was surprised when you sat on the bench, the same bench he sat on. People usually kept their distance from him, they were scared of him, of who they thought he was.

He started to relax again once he knew you weren’t a threat and he continued to stare into the distance, before long he noticed it had stopped raining, he looked up- an umbrella?

You were just sat there holding the umbrella for as long as he needed it, then he glanced at you and your heart jumped. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he were trying to figure out why you were sharing your umbrella.

“Sorry, didn’t want you to get sick” Your smile melted his heart and he continued to stare at you bewildered for a few seconds.

“I can’t get sick” He stated before seeing your confused face “The super soldier serum- it prevents me from getting sick” He explains but still your face doesn’t change actually you look more confused.

“You don’t know who I am?” He asks curiously because it’s so refreshing not to recognised and automatically feared.

“You’re a man on the bench sitting in the rain getting wet.” You smile gently “Should I know who you are?” He shakes his head and takes a few seconds to think something over.

“Bucky” He nods his head at you in a sort of greeting and you do the same introducing yourself.

“Do you share your umbrella with soaking strangers often?” There’s the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face, you feel proud you broke through his tough exterior.

“Only the really handsome ones” To your surprise he blushes and you can’t help but smile at how shy he gets, he looks so tough but he’s not, really.

“Now you know I can’t get sick, keep the umbrella for yourself” He smiles softly.

“Do you have the ability to feel cold?” You inquire.

“Yes”

“Then the umbrella is staying” He finds you amusing, how you’re not intimidated by him.

He notices you’re shivering though.

“You wanna- um- wanna get a cup of coffee? Hot chocolate? Something to warm you- Us up?” He’s blushing again clearly nervous.

“Sounds like a plan, do I also get to know the handsome man whom I shared my umbrella with?” You stand as he does and he takes the umbrella holding it over both of you as he’s taller.

“Sure” He smiles and you both walk to a near by cafe. Bucky can’t wait to tell Sam about his afternoon, Sam will never believe him.

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[lila-lou]

✨Beyond saving - Pt. 5 (The End)✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 5 of "Beyond saving".

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!, Smut, soft dean

Word Count: 6064

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You eyed Dean uncertainly, unsure of what to think about Jodie's suggestion. Sam, however, chimed in enthusiastically.

"That's a great idea", he exclaimed, nodding in agreement.

With Jodie's plan in motion, Sam, Dean, and you went to pack some stuff for the trip.

Jodie held Sam's wrist gently, stopping him in his tracks as you and Dean made your way towards the Impala. She leaned in close, her voice quiet but firm.

"Maybe it's best to let them have some alone time", she murmured softly, her gaze flickering towards you and Dean. "They need this time together".

Sam nodded, understanding the wisdom in Jodie's words. With a reassuring smile, he turned away, giving you and Dean the space you needed.

As Dean kept his eyes on you, the tension in the car palpable, he finally broke the silence. "I love you", he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. He held out his hand towards you, a silent invitation for you to take it if you wanted.

You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you at his words, his gesture melting away some of the barriers between you. With a small smile, you reached out and gently clasped his hand in yours, the warmth of his touch sending a comforting wave of reassurance through you.

After a while Dean pulled into a gas station to refuel and grab some snacks, while you remained asleep, your breathing steady and peaceful. He carefully filled up the tank and selected a few snacks, including a candy bar for himself.

As he started driving again and opened the candy bar, the rustling of the wrapper stirred you from your slumber. Blinking sleepily, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, the hunger pangs in your stomach reminding you that you needed something to eat.

Dean glanced over at you, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you wake up. "Sleeping beauty finally awakens", he teased gently, holding out the candy bar towards you. "Hungry?".

You chuckled softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Always", you replied with a playful grin, reaching out to take the candy bar from him. "Thanks, Dean".

He nodded, his gaze softening as he focused on the road ahead. "Anytime, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Just trying to keep my girl happy".

You leaned back in your seat, the warmth of Dean's words wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Closing your eyes for a moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, grateful for this moment of simple, quiet contentment with the person you loved.

As you enjoyed the snack, Dean stole glances at you, his smile widening with each passing moment. "You know", he said, his voice soft and playful, "I miss these road trips with you".

You chuckled, a warmth spreading through your chest at his words. "Yeah?", you replied, your eyes meeting his briefly before returning to the passing scenery outside the window. "Even with my constant need for snacks?".

Dean grinned. "Especially with your constant need for snacks", he teased.

Dean's hand found its way back into yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he squeezed your hand lightly. His gaze softened as he looked at you.

"We're gonna make it, you and me", he said earnestly, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll do anything to make sure of it".

You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth flood through you at his words. "I know", you replied softly, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you.

Two hours later, Dean parked the car in front of the lake house, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he spotted Claire and Alex preparing the fire pit. He turned to look at you, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his gaze.

"Hey", he began, his voice hesitant. "Um, is the plan for tonight still… you know, up?". He swallowed nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the keys in his hand.

Dean's eyes widened slightly at your nod, a mix of relief and anticipation washing over him. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh… I also grabbed some lube from the gas station", he said, his cheeks flushing slightly as he reached into the backseat to retrieve the small bottle. "You know, just in case". He offered you a sheepish smile, his nerves evident despite his attempt at nonchalance.

You chuckled softly, taking the bottle from Dean and inspecting it with a playful grin. "Vanilla flavor, huh?", you teased, raising an eyebrow at him. "Was that on purpose?".

Dean's cheeks flushed even a deeper shade of red, caught off guard by your playful remark. He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Uh, well… I mean, I figured it might make things a little… you know, sweeter?", he stammered, his words laced with embarrassment.

You chuckled at Dean's flustered response, finding his embarrassment endearing. Leaning in close, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your laughter muffled against his mouth.

"You're something else, Dean Winchester", you murmured.

Just as the kiss deepened, Claire and Alex knocked loudly against the window, startling both of you. You jumped back slightly, now your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you quickly straightened up in your seat.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Dean shot a sheepish glance at you before rolling down the window to greet Claire and Alex.

Claire and Alex grinned mischievously as they leaned in through the open window, their eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Whoa there, lovebirds", Claire teased, nudging Dean playfully with her elbow. "Didn't mean to interrupt anything, did we?".

Alex chimed in with a smirk. "Yeah, didn't know we were getting a free show out here".

Dean chuckled, rolling his eyes good-naturedly as he leaned back in his seat. "You two are never gonna let us live this down, are you?", he quipped, shooting Claire and Alex a playful grin. The two just shook their heads and grinned.

Dean took your bag and slung it over his shoulder, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he guided you towards the lake house. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a silent reassurance of his presence by your side.

As you walked together, you couldn't help but steal glances at Dean, feeling a rush of affection swell in your chest. Despite everything you'd been through, his unwavering support and love filled you with a sense of gratitude and hope for the future.

Jodie looked up from the barbecue preparations as she spotted you and Dean entering the kitchen, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"Well, well, well", she teased. "Look who decided to finally grace us with their presence. Did you two make an extra stop along the way?".

Dean chuckled, giving Jodie a mock glare as he draped an arm around your shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up", he retorted. "We had a few things to take care of on the road, that's all".

You rolled your eyes at their playful teasing, but couldn't help but smile at the warmth and familiarity of the moment. It felt good to be surrounded by friends, to have a chance to relax and enjoy each other's company after everything that had happened.

As everyone sat around the crackling fire pit, enjoying the warmth and camaraderie of the evening, Dean pulled you close against his side, his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his affectionate gesture drawing a playful gag from Claire.

"Ugh, seriously, you two", Claire teased, her tone exaggeratedly dramatic as she feigned disgust. "Could you be any more nauseatingly adorable?".

You chuckled at Claire's teasing, leaning into Dean's embrace as you exchanged a knowing glance with him.

After everyone had finished eating, the atmosphere around the fire pit grew quieter, the conversation tapering off into contented silence. Dean leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered softly.

"Do you want to go to our room?", he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of anticipation.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the heat of Dean's breath on your ear, his words igniting a fire within you. You licked your lips, the desire evident in your eyes as you met his gaze.

"Yes", you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, filled with longing and anticipation. "Let's go".

Dean stood up, his hand gently pulling you to your feet as he nodded towards the house. "Come on, sweetheart", he said softly. "Let's head to bed".

As you followed him, Alex couldn't resist teasing. "Have fun, you two", she called out, her voice playful as she winked at you. "Don't keep us up all night!".

Dean chuckled, shooting a playful glance back at Alex over his shoulder. "We'll try to keep the noise down", he quipped with a grin before disappearing into the house with you, his arm around your waist.

As Dean hoisted you over his shoulder, you let out a surprised yelp, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. Laughter erupted from Claire, Alex, Jodie, and Sam as they watched Dean carry you up the stairs, your protests and giggles filling the air.

Sam chuckled, his heart feeling lighter as he watched the scene unfold.

"I don't think anyone's getting any sleep tonight", he remarked.

Jodie joined in the laughter, shaking her head incredulously. "Well, at least they're having fun", she said with a chuckle. "Let's just hope they work everything out".

Sam nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting towards the house where you and Dean had disappeared. He couldn't help but feel hopeful that the two of you would find your way back to each other.

Dean pushed open the door of your room with his foot, his lips curling into a playful smirk as he carried you over the threshold. He carefully set you down on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer than necessary.

You looked up at Dean, your eyes filled with affection and sincerity as you spoke softly, "I love you, Dean".

Dean's smile softened as he gazed into your eyes, his expression filled with affection. "I love you too", he whispered, his voice tinged with sincerity. "And please, if there's ever anything you don't want, just tell me. I'll stop, no questions asked".

His hands rested gently on your waist, pulling you closer as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

As Dean's lips met yours, you felt a rush of warmth spread through your body, melting into the kiss. His cologne enveloped you, heightening your senses, while the sensation of his beard stubble against your skin sent shivers down your spine. The kiss intensified, becoming more passionate and fervent with each passing moment.

Dean's lips moved against yours with a tender urgency, his touch gentle yet firm as he sought to convey his love and desire for you. His hands cradled your face delicately, his fingertips tracing the contours of your cheeks with featherlight caresses. With each kiss, he poured his emotions into the moment, his lips moving in a slow, sensual dance with yours.

As the intensity of the kiss deepened, Dean's movements became more deliberate, his lips exploring every inch of yours with a reverence that spoke volumes of his affection. His kisses were soft and lingering, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your lips against his own. With each press of his mouth against yours, he conveyed his love and devotion, his touch speaking volumes of the tenderness he held for you.

Dean's embrace was warm and protective, his arms enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and love. He held you close, as if afraid to let you go, his touch reassuring and comforting. In that moment, there was no doubt in your mind that Dean would do anything to protect you, to cherish you, and to show you just how much you meant to him.

He pushed you gently towards the bed, his touch firm yet tender as he guided you to the soft mattress below. With a deft movement, he lifted you up and carefully placed you down, his hands supporting you as you settled against the bed.

Once you were nestled on the mattress, Dean hovered over you, his gaze intense as he looked down at you with a mixture of desire and adoration. His body radiated warmth as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he brushed his lips against yours in another lingering kiss.

You melted beneath him, the sensation of his weight pressing down on you sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he trailed kisses along your jawline and down the curve of your neck.

Dean met your gaze with a mixture of longing and reverence as he carefully began to unbutton the flannel shirt you were wearing, his fingers moving with deliberate care as he revealed the soft curves of your naked breasts underneath. With each button undone, his breath hitched in his throat, his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed skin with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

As the flannel fell away, pooling around your waist, Dean's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of your bare chest rising and falling with each breath. The vulnerability of the moment hung heavy in the air, but it was tempered by the overwhelming sense of intimacy and connection that flowed between you.

Dean's fingertips traced lightly over your skin.

As he leaned down, his lips met the delicate skin of your neck, his kisses soft and slow as he made his way down to your breasts. With each press of his lips, your heart quickened, the sensation of his warm breath against your skin igniting a fire deep within you.

You gasped softly as Dean's lips finally met the curve of your breast.

Dean's mouth moved with purpose, his kisses growing more urgent as he lavished attention on your sensitive skin. With gentle yet firm movements, he took one of your hardened nipples between his lips, sucking it gently as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.

You gasped at the sudden sensation, a wave of pleasure coursing through you as Dean's warm mouth enveloped your nipple. His movements were slow and deliberate, each suck sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.

"Dean", you moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched your back, offering yourself completely to him. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your skin was exquisite, a sweet torture that left you yearning for more.

Dean hummed in response, the vibrations sending delicious shivers down your spine as he continued to lavish attention on your breast. His touch was both tender and demanding.

Dean's lips trailed down your stomach, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. As he reached the waistband of your jeans, he paused, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and reverence in his eyes.

"Can I…?", he murmured softly, as he gestured towards your jeans and panties. His gaze was intense, seeking your permission before proceeding further.

You nodded, a silent affirmation of consent as you met Dean's gaze. He leaned forward, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your jeans and slowly pulling them down, along with your panties, revealing your naked form to him.

Feeling a bit nervous, you couldn't help but tense up slightly as Dean's gaze lingered on your exposed body.

Dean's hands gently rested on your hips as he knelt in front of you.

"You okay?", he asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he waited for your response.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as you met Dean's gaze. "Yeah", you whispered. "I'm okay… just a little nervous".

Dean's expression softened with understanding as he reached up, his fingers trailing lightly along your thighs. "We'll take things slow, I promise".

He licked his lips nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he gently spread your legs apart, his fingers tracing along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

His eyes flickered down between your thighs, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of your glistening folds. The heat between you pulsed with a primal urgency, the tension thickening in the air as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above your core.

You inhaled sharply as Dean's lips made contact with your heat, a shiver running down your spine at the sensation. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, his lips trailing kisses along your sensitive skin with a tender reverence. Each caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.

Dean kissed your folds again, his lips lingering against your delicate skin before his thumb brushed over them, tracing a path from your tight opening up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you as he sighed heavily, lost in the moment.

Dean shifted slightly and then pressed a slow, sloppy kiss against your clit. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With just that touch, you couldn't hold back any longer. A loud moan escaped your lips as you shuddered underneath him, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as your body was consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy of release.

Dean's eyes widened in amazement as he watched you succumb to the throes of pleasure, your body trembling with the intensity of your climax. His voice was filled with astonishment as he spoke, his words barely above a whisper. "I barely touched you", he murmured, his tone tinged with awe and disbelief.

You chuckled breathlessly, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your body as you spoke. "Yeah, it's been a while", you murmured, your voice laced with satisfaction and a hint of amusement.

"Well, looks like I've still got some work to do then", Dean grinned.

Dean lowered his head between your thighs. You gasped as he flicked his tongue teasingly against your swollen clit.

With a deft touch, he added a finger, sliding it inside you slowly, the sensation causing you to arch your back and moan in ecstasy. He moved his tongue in slow circles, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, each movement driving you closer to the edge.

As he continued to pleasure you with his mouth and finger, your breath quickened, your fingers digging into the sheets as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

Dean carefully added a second finger, feeling the tightness of your walls as he struggled to push them both inside you. He could feel your body tensing with each movement, the pleasure mixed with a hint of discomfort.

"Easy, sweetheart", he murmured softly, his voice filled with concern as he gently stroked your thigh. "I've got you. Just relax and let me take care of you".

He continued to move his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, his touch becoming more confident as he felt your body responding to his ministrations. With each thrust, he searched for that perfect angle, determined to bring you the maximum pleasure while ensuring your comfort.

As he worked to stretch and prepare you, his gaze never left your face, his eyes filled with tenderness and a fierce desire to please you. He wanted nothing more than to make this experience as pleasurable and memorable as possible for you, to show you how much he cared for you in every touch and caress.

Feeling your tension continuing, Dean paused for a moment. "It's okay, just breathe", he reassured you softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

With a deep breath, you tried to relax, but the tightness persisted. Sensing your discomfort, Dean leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against your inner thigh before trailing his lips upwards.

As he continued to work, Dean noticed your struggle to relax. With a determined yet gentle touch, he moistened his fingers with his saliva, mixing it with your wetness to ease the way. He made sure to move slowly and carefully, applying just enough pressure to stretch you without causing any pain.

As Dean's fingertips brushed against your G-spot, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, causing your body to arch instinctively towards his touch. At the same time, his lips closed around your clit, sending waves of sensation radiating through you.

Your breath hitched as pleasure surged through every nerve ending, the exquisite sensation overwhelming your senses. You grasped at the sheets beneath you, your nails digging into the fabric as you surrendered to the pleasure Dean was giving you.

Dean's movements became more deliberate, his fingers curling inside you to apply pressure to your G-spot while his tongue flicked and teased your clit with expert precision. Each stroke sent pulses of pleasure coursing through you, building the tension to an almost unbearable peak.

You moaned and whimpered, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you entirely.

But before you could come, he pulled his lips away.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me”.

You whimpered in frustration, your body trembling with need as Dean’s fingers withdrew from inside you. Despite your protests, he shifted his position, moving to hover above you once again.

“I want to be inside you when you come”, he murmured as he positioned himself between your legs. “I want to feel you tighten around me".

With a hungered look in his eyes, Dean shed his clothes swiftly, revealing his toned, sculpted body. He knelt before you, his gaze locked with yours as he gave himself a few firm pumps, his arousal evident and pulsing with need.

Reaching for the lube on the nightstand, Dean poured a generous amount into his hand, coating himself thoroughly as he prepared to enter you. His movements were deliberate, yet filled with urgency, aching to feel the connection between you deepen with each touch.

As the wet sounds of Dean pumping his dick with lube filled the room, you couldn't help but tense slightly. Your gaze remained fixed on Dean, watching as he prepared himself.

"I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me if you want me to stop", Dean mumbled as he saw your look.

"I trust you, Dean".

With a tender smile, Dean leaned in to press a reassuring kiss against your lips before resuming his preparations. As he positioned himself between your legs once again, you braced yourself for the wave of pleasure and intimacy that was about to wash over you.

Dean's breath hitched as he guided himself inside you, his movements slow and deliberate as he sought to ease his way into your warmth. Despite his gentleness, you couldn't suppress a sharp intake of breath, the sensation of being filled causing a dull ache to bloom deep within you.

"Easy, sweetheart", Dean murmured, his voice strained with effort as he fought to control his own desires. "Just relax for me".

You nodded, trying to obey his instructions as you focused on the sensation of Dean stretching you inch by inch. Each movement sent sparks of discomfort shooting through your body, but you gritted your teeth and bore through it, knowing that Dean needed this connection as much as you did.

Dean's panting grew heavier with each inch of progress, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. He met your gaze with a mixture of desire and concern, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

"God, you're so tight", he gasped, his voice strained with need as he finally buried himself fully inside you. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?".

You clenched your jaw, determined not to let the pain overwhelm you. "I'm okay", you whispered, your voice trembling with effort. "Just give me a moment".

As you both took a moment to adjust to the sensation of being joined together. Despite the discomfort, you knew that this moment was precious, a testament to the strength of your bond with Dean.

Dean leaned down, pressing tender kisses along your jawline as his body stilled inside you, giving you the time you needed to adjust to the intimacy between you. With each gentle touch of his lips, he tried to push aside the memories of how he had hurt you, focusing instead on the overwhelming love and desire he felt for you in this moment.

As Dean's lips brushed against yours, you felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, a longing to be closer to him than ever before. With each kiss, each caress, you allowed yourself to let go of the past and embrace the present, reveling in the sensation of finally feeling each other this intensely again.

Dean’s lips trailed from your jaw down to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispered, “Can I move, sweetheart?”.

You nodded, a small gasp escaping your lips as you felt him begin to shift inside you.

Dean slowly pulled out, his movements deliberate and controlled, before gently pushing back inside. Your jaw clenched in response to the sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

With both of his hands planted firmly beside your head, Dean began to move with a steady rhythm. Your hands found their way to his biceps, gripping them tightly as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of being with him.

Despite the lingering discomfort, the sensation of Dean filling you completely washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath as waves of pleasure rippled through your body.

Dean's voice was husky with desire as he whispered, "You okay, sweetheart?"-

You nodded, a soft moan escaping your lips as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment.

Dean's breath hitched as he praised you, his voice a low, husky murmur against your ear. "You feel so good, sweetheart", he grunted, his words punctuated by the tightness and intensity of the sensation. "So damn tight… fuck, I've missed this".

Each word was accompanied by a thrust and Dean's movements became more purposeful as he searched for that sweet spot within you.

“There it is”, he grunted, a soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt the intensity of your reaction. With each thrust, the head of his cock brushed against it, your body responded eagerly to his touch, arching up to meet him as he continued to hit that perfect spot with each rhythmic thrust.

With each thrust, Dean pushed you closer and closer to the edge until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. A loud moan escaped your lips as your walls clenched tightly around him, pulsing with the intensity of your release.

Feeling you tighten around him sent Dean over the edge as well, his control slipping away as he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his hips bucking against yours as he found his own release.

Dean panted heavily above you, his body slick with sweat as he slowly began to soften inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he tried to catch his breath.

"Damn, sweetheart", he murmured. "That was… incredible".

You smiled up at him.

"Yeah", you agreed softly. "It was".

The two of you lay there for a moment, reveling in the intimacy and connection you shared, before Dean pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

Dean rolled off of you, his arms immediately wrapping around you as he pulled you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch tender and loving as he held you against his chest.

"You okay?", he asked again and brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

You nodded, snuggling closer to him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "Yeah", you whispered. "I'm more than okay".

Two hours later, you were on top and as you rode Dean with a fervent rhythm, your bodies moving in perfect sync, the heat between you intensified with each thrust. Dean's hands tightened around your waist, guiding your movements as you found a pace that drove both of you wild.

His breath was hot as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin with each exhale. You could feel the tension building in his body, his efforts to hold back his release evident in the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

You leaned into his embrace, relishing in the feeling of being so intimately connected with him.

With each movement, your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure echoing off the walls. Your palms pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch as you drove him deeper into ecstasy.

Dean's own moans mingled with yours, his voice a low, guttural sound of desire as he surrendered himself to the sensations coursing through his body. He held you close, his grip tightening around your waist.

Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on your bodies, neither of you could bear to stop, the magnetic pull between you too strong to resist.

In the midst of your shared ecstasy, Dean's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, husky with desire as he murmured, "I can't… I can't stop, baby. Not yet…".

You echoed his sentiment with a breathless plea, your voice filled with need as you begged for more, unable to imagine a moment without the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.

But as you tightened around him, a low groan escaped Dean's lips, his hands gripping your waist with renewed urgency. His breath hitched as he fought to maintain control, each clench of your muscles driving him closer to the brink of release.

"Fuck", he muttered, his voice strained with desire. "You feel so good, baby. Keep going…".

You responded with a fervent nod, your movements becoming more frenzied.

As the intensity between you escalated, Dean's hips met yours with a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving you both higher and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby. Just like that", he murmured.

You responded with a gasp, your nails digging into his chest as pleasure surged through you.

As the wave of pleasure crashed over you, you clenched around Dean with an intensity that sent him over the edge. Your walls pulsed rhythmically around him, coaxing him closer and closer to his own release.

With a guttural groan, Dean's body tensed beneath you as he succumbed to the ecstasy washing over him. His hips met yours one final time, driving himself deep inside you as he spilled his essence, his orgasm merging with yours in a symphony of bliss.

Your bodies trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you clung to each other in the aftermath. The intensity of the moment left you both spent and sated, wrapped in the warm embrace of your shared passion.

Sam chuckled softly as he joined Jodie in the kitchen, noticing the fatigue etched into her features.

"Can't sleep either?", he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Jodie let out a tired sigh, a weary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "By this noise? Not a chance", she replied as she gestured vaguely in the direction of your room where you and Dean were undoubtedly still lost in each other's embrace.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, seems like they’re making up for lost time”.

Jodie chuckled, shaking her head. "Quiet the reunion they're having, huh?".

Sam chuckled, handing jodie a beer. "Yeah, that's one way to put it".

Jodie let herself sink into a chair, rubbing her temples.

Just then, Claire joined them. "Seriously, did you guys hear them? It's like a full-blown production next door", she muttered.

Jodie groaned, shaking her head. "Tell me about it. I don't think we'll ever get any sleep with those two going at it". Sam chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. "Well, at least they're happy", he remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but do they have to be so loud about it? I feel like I'm in a bad rom-com". Jodie chuckled, rubbing her temples further. "I just hope they wear themselves out soon. I don't think I can handle another night of this".

Sam nodded in agreement, glancing towards the ceiling where the faint sounds of your passionate reunion could still be heard.

That’s when Dean, just clothed in some sweatpants tried to tiptoed down the stairs, getting a bottle of water. A pleased grin of his face. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted Sam, Jodie and Claire with smirks and raised eyebrows looking at him

He froze mid-step. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Dean attempted to play it cool. "Uh, hey guys", he greeted them, trying to act nonchalant as he reached for a bottle of water.

"Late-night workout, Dean?", Jodie quipped, her tone dripping with amusement.

Dean's cheeks flushed slightly, but he couldn't suppress the satisfied grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. "Something like that", he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

Sam chuckled, giving Dean a playful pat on the back. "Well, it's good to see you both working things out".

"Just try to keep it down next time, will ya?", Jodie joked.

"No promises", he replied with a grin, before retreating back upstairs with his bottle of water, leaving the others in the kitchen.

As Dean stepped back into the room, he shed his sweatpants and approached the bed, his gaze softening as he looked at your half-asleep form. Climbing back into bed, he brushed a strand of hair gently away from your face, his touch tender and affectionate.

"Hey, sweetheart", he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth. "You should drink something before you go to sleep. I brought you some water".

You blinked groggily, your tired eyes fluttering open as Dean offered you the bottle of water. Taking it with a grateful sigh, you lifted it to your lips and took a few slow sips, feeling the cool liquid soothing your parched throat.

"Thanks, Dean", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so tired… I feel like I could sleep for a week".

Your muscles ached from the intensity of your earlier activities, and exhaustion weighed heavily on your limbs. All you wanted was to sink into the comforting embrace of sleep, wrapped in Dean's arms.

Dean lay down beside you, pulling you close against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. As you snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, a sense of peace washed over you.

"I've got you", Dean whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Just relax. I'll be right here".

You sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer to him. "I love you", you murmured sleepily, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a sense of security. "I love you too", Dean whispered back, his voice filled with tenderness. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart".

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A/N: That´s it <3 Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet. 

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night. 

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” 

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours. 

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure. 

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth. 

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside. 

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue. 

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone. 

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue. 

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be. 

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him. 

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him. 

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head. 

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough. 

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him. 

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention. 

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them. 

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained. 

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness. 

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more. 

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him. 

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go. 

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.” 

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life. 

#lindir #the hobbit #lindir x reader #lindir x fem!reader #lindir x you #second time writing him #hope i did him justice #bret mckenzie #nonny asks #pixie answers

[moraxsthrone]

Kaeya fluff? Hell yeah

Imagine being the one person Kaeya leans on. For real, this man trusts no one and thought he would trust no one until you showed up. Now here he is, venting about his rough day at work while you run your fingers through his hair, reminding him just how much you love him. Maybe it's just me, but I think this man would MELT if you told him you want him romantically. Like, he's proud of how he can make you scream his name and all but having you say that you would be with him even without that? The man's dead, you killed him, but maybe he'll come back to you for a kiss ;)

Sorry, I don't think this is what you were asking for, but hope you like it anyhow?

anonnnnnn??? this is PERFECT!! it's even better than what i wanted?? skskskskssss. bless you, child, for leaving such a sweet delicacy in my ask box! 🥹💙

CW/NOTES — mention of sex but otherwise sfw. themes of low self-worth, abandonment issues, imposter syndrome (kaeya, not reader). fluff/comfort. gn! reader.

no, hun, it's not just you. you see, i've got quite a soft spot for lowkey insecure kaeya. it only makes sense??

i touched on this in my previous post, but i think kaeya secretly worries that you'll come to your senses one day and decide that being with him is more trouble than he's worth? he's scared shitless that he's inherently disposable (after what his bio father - and later, diluc - did to him) and probably suffers from a massive case of imposter syndrome when you tell him you're in love with him.

i think a big reason why he "peacocks" so much is bc he knows he's beautiful on the outside but thinks he's ugly on the inside and not worth sticking around for. beneath that cocky façade, there's a little boy who's terrified of being left all alone again. so he overcompensates by using his good looks and charming smile to win ppl over bc deep down he thinks that's all he's got going for him. of course you want to fuck him, he thinks. who doesn't?

but YOOOO when you touch his soul and kiss his scars, and you hold his heart in your hands like it's the most precious thing you've ever held? <i'm trying not to fucking cry here 😅> you hold it so close to your own heart and take care of it like it's yours (it is now, as far as he's concerned btw), kaeya fucking freaks the fuck out. he knows how to lose people. he's all too familiar with being discarded and abandoned.

but what he's NOT used to is being seen, accepted, and loved for exactly who he is, right to his very core. the first time you spend the night with him without having sex, he doesn't even sleep. he just lies there and watches you as tears blur his vision. he holds you and breathes in the scent of your hair as he kisses the top of your sleepy head, quietly thanking his stars for you and hoping his sniffling doesn't wake you up.

he'll know how it feels to be loved unconditionally and it's all bc of you. trust, this man will never step out of your relationship or do anything else to jeopardize what he has with you.

you're his home now, his center.

you're his present and his future.

you're his whole fucking life, his everything.

you're his person, the one who has his head in your lap, slowly brushing the tangles out of his hair with your fingers, leaning down to kiss his forehead and reminding him how much you love him. even and especially on his bad days when he needs that reminder the most.

#kel.answers 💌 #OMFFGGG ANON YOU MADE ME MAKE MYSELF CRY 😭😭😭 #but no frfr thank you for this 💙 #this is how i see and love kaeya #with my whole fucking heart (such as it is) #i need to write about this side of him more often #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya comfort #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you

[unofficialmuilover]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Muichiro x Reader

This is dedicated to our Birthday Girl @mistymxxn enjoy your day 💙

You flutter your eyes open as soon as you felt someone gently squeeze your nose, blinking a few times you see Muichiro looking at you closely.

"Mui!" you exclaim, sitting up frantically, covering yourself with duvet as a blush creep up to your face.

"It's 4am Mui! How did you manage to get in?!!" you whispered, anxiously yelling at him. This is the first time Muichiro has seen you in such a state - with a slight drool leaking from your lips and your disheveled hair, clearly showing you had a rough night's sleep. You become worried, considering that your family is likely still fast asleep at this hour.

Muichiro smiles and messes up your hair gently. You swat his hand away, annoyed. 'Why are you here?' you ask, remembering how he didn't wish you a happy birthday at yesterday's early celebration.

"Come on," he murmured, grabbing your hand eagerly. "I'm still in my pajamas, Mui!" you exclaimed, trying to pull your hand back as he began to drag you out of bed. He slowly released your hand. "Get ready quickly," he said, smiling brightly. You rushed to take a quick shower and prepare for the day.

Apparently, Muichiro had ask your family's permission to fetch you early in the morning for a morning breakfast and he'll take you to your uni right after.

You were about to reach for your bicycle when Muichiro stops you, "Nuh uh, your gonna ride with me on my back" motioning his bicycle that was park in your lawn.

"But I can ride my own bike, Mui!" You try to protest, shaking your head fervently. However, it's as if he's not even listening to you and forcefully brings you closer to his bike. As you stare at the seat he pats for you to sit on, your heart starts racing. You've always ridden your own bike whenever the two of you hang out, and you've never once ridden on his back. You know from experience how difficult it can be to balance on a bicycle, and it's making you extremely anxious.

"We'll be fine, I promise," he said, lightly tapping your nose after noticing your scared expression. Now fully equipped, he puts matching knee and elbow guards on you.

"I can put them on my own Mui" You lightly tap his hand to grab the knee guard but he shook his head.

"Let me take care of you, today is your special day birthday girl" He cheerfully said as he wink at you, smiling brightly.

"Happy Birthday love"

You smile shyly, "I've been waiting for you to say that since yesterday" You confess, blushing slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I really wanted to wish you a happy birthday on the exact day," he said sweetly before giving you a warm hug and gently kissing the top of your head. You couldn't help but feel your heart melt at this tender gesture. "That's alright, Mui. Thank you so much," you whispered shyly.

He pulled out from the warm embrace, lightly tapping your nose "let's go"

You both reached your destination in about 30 minutes. You felt guilty for making Muichiro ride his bike with the extra weight, assuming he must have been exhausted.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly as you got off.

"what?" he looks at you, eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

"It's a long ride, we could have just took a taxi"

"Shh. No worries! I actually liked it when you hugged me from behind," he teased, amused by your blushing face. "Let's go." With enthusiasm, he quickly spread the blanket on the ground and sat down, pulling you close into his embrace.

You didn't know what he was planning until now. The realization hit you when he tilted your head towards something ahead of both of you, and your eyes widened.

Sunrise.

"Woah" you finally got to experience watching the sunrise, and Muichiro made it happen for you! Taking in the incredible sight before you, you couldn't help but be filled with awe. It was absolutely mesmerizing!

You happily rested your head on his shoulder, a beaming smile spreading across your face as you blissfully soak in the beautiful scenery and cherish his comforting presence. You can't help but express your gratitude with a heartfelt 'Thank you'.

You felt him plant a sweet kiss on the top of your head, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and he couldn't help but say, 'You're always welcome, my love.'

You indeed spent the rest of the morning there, enjoying the breakfast that he cooked for you. As promised, he accompanied you to your class and patiently waited until it was over.

The day ended with another surprise, Muichiro standing there in semi formal attire, holding a bouquet for you.

He took you back to his place, where he had meticulously designed the lawn with an abundance of petals, and adorned it with balloons in your favorite color. Additionally, he had strategically placed light strings all around, creating a romantic and enchanting atmosphere. The sight was truly breathtaking.

He asked you softly, 'May I have this dance?'" He handed out his hand for you to accept, and you gladly accepted it, draping your hands over his neck and allowing him to place his hand on your waist. The two of you swayed around, enjoying each other's presence as he hummed quietly.

He truly made your day special.

"Happy Birthday"

"I love you"

I just wrote this on the way home today 😅

#kimetsu muichiro #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny tokitou #muichiro fluff #demon slayer tokito #kny #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you #muichirou #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #demon slayer imagines

[strongheartneteyam]

Love song.

Pairing: soft!Ao'nung x female!metkayina!reader

CW: fluff!!! <3, unrequited love (reader doesn't know Ao'nung loves her too), angst, kinda innocent/pure vibes

I got inspired to write this after looking at a lovely gift of Ao'nung smiling and remembering one of my favorite Evanescence songs, "You". The reader sings the song, but, in the story, the lyrics and melody are her creation. Also, I realize that this is almost an AU bc ao'nung is sweet af here and well lol he ain't in the canon version (unless he'd be like that for his mate only ahahah)

༄♡

After the eclipse, you were standing inside the ocean, with the cold water covering up to your hips, alone. You started to trace the waters with your fingers, while thinking about the silly boy you loved.

"Oh, Ao'nung, if only you knew.." The words echoed in the night

You had a little song that you had composed, Ao'nung being your inspiration. You were a great singer. It had been so since you were a little child. The people would ask you to sing for them.

The melody started to come alive, coming out of your throat:

And I can't sleep, I need to tell you... goodnight

When we're together I feel perfect

When I'm pulled away from you I fall apart

All that you say is sacred to me

Your eyes are so blue, I can't look away as we lay in the stillness

You whisper to me:

(y/n), marry me, promise you'll stay with me

Oh, you don't have to ask me, you know you're all that I live for

You know I'd die just to hold you, stay with you

Somehow I'll show you that you are my night sky

I've always been right behind you

That was all you had come up with until that moment, so, you sighed and stopped singing.

You were looking over to the deeper waters in front of you and thinking about diving in when you heard a familiar voice say:

"Now I know." It was Ao'nung, standing in the sand, smiling at you

He walked slowly into the water, eyes still on you, smile still on his face. You heard the water sounds his body made while he moved and waited, frozen in your place.

When he finally arrived right in from of you, he wasted no time and in less than a second grabbed you by the waist and started kissing you. He kissed you hard. You melted at his mouth and started kissing him back. Soft lip smacking sounds could be heard in the air, as he savored the way you tasted in his tongue. He held you tight, your body glued to his. You could feel his heart beating fast inside of his chest and so did yours. He breathed deep, lips still on yours. His tongue touched your lips and you opened your mouth. Ao'nung licked your tongue over and over, feeling you do the same to his. He finally let go of your lips, out of breath.

"Oel ngati kameie." (I see you)

He said, touching his chest

"Oel ngati kameie" You answered, looking deep into his light blue eyes. They were more beautiful than any part of the sea you had ever seen.

He smiled slightly, showing no teeth, and you smiled wide, your fangs touching your lower lip.

"You're so cute." He said, rubbing the skin of your cheek with his thumb

He leaned closer, still touching your face, and kissed you again. His lips were so soft, wet and warm. You felt like you were dreaming but it was reality, this time.

The lyrics that were missing to complete your song came suddenly to your head:

Now that you love me I love myself

I never thought I would say that

I never thought there'd be you

༄♡

My heart was hurting in a good way while I wrote this 🥲

Please, like and/or reblog this post if you liked it and leave a comment telling me what you think 💙

#avatar x reader #avatar imagine #atwow #avatar twow #avatar aonung #aonung #aonung x you #aonung x reader #aonung x female reader #ao'nung x you #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung #na'vi x y/n #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar james cameron #avatar pandora #avatar fic #avatar fandom #avatar fanfiction #kxamtxomaw writes

[azsazz]

Sweater Weather

Eris x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Can you write a fic with Maude? 🥺🥺🥺Whenever you want with anything you want. I need more😂😅By the way i love your writing. You're so talented

The beginning of some Autumn fluff, including a picnic in the park with your mate and daughter.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 565

Notes: Well, while we're all here let's give Eris some love 💙

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“What are you doing?” you muse, adjusting the babe on your hip as you look down at your mate, lying out on a thick wool blanket under the biggest tree in the park.

“I’m waiting for my beautiful family to arrive,” his smirk sets your heart fluttering, his amber eyes glittering with a knowing look as he reaches up for the little girl in your arms.

He’s had the cooks pack up a basket for on the go, filled with fruits, meats, cheeses, and you even spy a bottle of chilled wine sticking out of the woven container. Everything looks delectable, especially the Autumn Court male you call your mate.

“People are staring, you know,” you point out, handing your daughter to him before settling in beside them. Indeed, the passerby can’t help themselves from looking. They wanted to catch a glimpse of the new royal babe and it isn’t often that the High Lord’s sons were out so freely, and doing something so normal like sitting in the park with their family was sure to be a shock. Beron kept a tight leash on his boys.

“Let them,” he dismisses the fae on their own strolls, kissing Maude’s rosy cheeks, causing the babe to squeal with happiness. She looks adorable in the sweater Lady Autumn knit her, brown with leaves of orange, yellow, and red adorning the hem, the exact vision of the fall trees surrounding you, vibrant with color.

“What’s all this for?” you ponder, snagging a cracker and handing it to your daughter who stares at it with wide honeyed eyes for a moment before she begins gnawing on the snack. You take a slice of apple for yourself, dipping it into the caramel sauce Eris has packed while he sits up, leaning over to you to lick the stray sweetness from your lips.

You smile into the kiss, reveling in the taste of your mate. He’s everything to you, a caring mate, a wonderful father, so thoughtful and kind. He’s always looking out to protect your daughter, he hardly leaves either of your sides. 

You can’t say that you hate it.

“I just wanted to spend time with my girls,” he hands you a glass of wine before popping a grape into his mouth with a grin. He raises his glass and you clink yours against his in a toast, to your family.

“We don’t spend enough time together already?” you joke, taking a sip of the sweet liquid, running your fingers through Maude's soft strawberry hair. She beams at you in delight, waving the crushed and soggy cracker around.

Eris fake gasps, clutching a hand to his heart, “My dearest (Y/N), is this your way of telling me we need to spend time apart?”

You chuckle along with Maude, who thinks her fathers dramatics are the funniest thing in the Court. He beams at the little girl, scooping her up and settling her in his lap before he feeds her a chunk of apple. You catch sight of the little teeth coming in and you can’t help but smile. She’s growing so fast.

“You know I love spending time with you, Eris,” you respond and the way his eyes soften have you melting in your seat. Here’s a male who never thought he’d find what you’ve given him– true love.

“Good. Because you’re mine and I’m not going anywhere.”

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris/reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azsazz #autumn court

[legacyshenanigans]

More cute rominis !!! I kind of imagine ominis knowing how to make flower crowns and he would make one for Rowan while they are in the forbidden forest close to the lake 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜💗💗💗💗💙💙

💚🐺🐍

Rominis content

(Ominis and Rowan Sat by a flower patch near the lake)

Rowan: *looks over at Ominis* What ya doin' ?

Ominis: *chuckles* Making something out of flowers, I haven't done it in years, but my Aunt taught me, and even blind I just got the feel for it and can do it pretty well.

Rowan: Well, what ya makin' ?

Ominis: *giggles as he turns around to face rowan and reaches out to feel his head, before putting a flower crown on him*

Rowan: (?!)

Ominis: A flower crown *sweet grin*

Rowan: *heart melts* .....

Ominis: Do you like it?

Rowan: *leans over slighlty, to look at his reflection in the still lake, before chuckling and looking back towards Ominis* Beautiful.

Ominis: *cute smile as he turns and leans back against Rowan*

Rowan: *putting an arm around Ominis' shoulder*

Ominis: *stroking Rowans hand as he closes his eyes*

Rowan: *smiles and kisses the top of Ominis's head*

~

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #ominis gaunt headcanon #my oc #rowan the wolf

[bloodhoundluke]

roses

pairing: luke hemmings x painter/digital illustrator! reader (fc: sabrina carpenter) description: luke has a instagram crush on Y/N. without knowing personally, he suggests that Y/N should paint him and the rest is history.

a/n: hi lovelies! 💚 here's another instagram blurb. this one was requested 🦋 if u have any face claim or storyline suggestions for the next instagram blurb please tell me, i'd love to hear them :)

+ the digital drawing of luke is NOT MINE, it's by @ monimau2000 on instagram!! please check their work, they are so talented 💚

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yourinstagram Bring me roses & I'll promise I'll melt.

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yourbestfriend Too beautiful for this world ❤️‍🩹

yourfriend1 Y/N stop 😭💙💙

lukehemmings 🤩

yourfriend2 😍🥰

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Gooood dayyyy. I'm very uninspired at the moment. Suggest something that I should paint? ❣️

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yourbestfriend My toes

yourinstagram Nope.

lukehemmings Do you paint people?

yourinstagram Yes!

lukehemmings Ok cool

yourinstagram Any suggestions?

lukehemmings Hmmm...Me?

yourinstagram Well, challenge accepted 👀

lukehemmings

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lukehemmings Coffee's good in the UK.

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calumhood But not as good as in Oz

lukehemmings Facts

ashtonirwin Enjoy!

michaelclifford cool

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yourworkgram Not a painting, but a digital drawing. I dig it. Thanks Luke for being today's model!

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lukehemmings So cool! 🤘🏻🖤

michaelclifford awesome!! 🤍

y/n.fan01 Love your style of drawing. Amazing 😍

5sos Wow 🤩

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yourinstagram I remember the 🌹 on your shirt

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5sos 👀

yourinstagram 🧐

yourbestfriend g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s 💖

yourfriend2 the coolest 💙

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sfdsn PETUNIA????

DSKFKKDS oh my god!!! is that's luke's dog??

yourbestfriend 🥺🧡

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lukehemmings Photo dumB

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yourinstagram Moments.

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5sos.updates Fans saw Y/N arriving at the 5SOS venue today. They apparently asked Y/N about Luke and Y/N couldn't help but smile.

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lukeswildflower I LOVE Y/N ALREADY

cherrymalum so they might be together??? are they??

5sos.updates It's wildly speculated that they are, but they haven't confirmed it yet.

loverof5sos adorable 😭

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lukehemmings Tour's been amazing so far 🖤

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yourinstagram Petition to become 5SOS' new lead singer.

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ashtonirwin Signed.

yourinstagram Thanks for the endless support.

lukehemmings I get it. She's so much better than me.

5sos ✅

calumhood Yeah please let's do that, the one we have now sucks

yourinstagram Totally

lukehemmings 😪

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lukehemmings My beating heart belongs to you ❤️

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yourinstagram 🥹😭🦋💖

yourbestfriend Cuties 🧡

vicious5sos luke you can't just drop these photos and pretend it's okay 😭❤️‍🩹

calm.lrh2 i swear i am having a heart attack

caramelcal I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT HURTS

calumhood Get a room jeez

yourinstagram Calm down dude ☹️

lukehemmings 🤣🤣

© 2023 bloodhoundluke

#instagram blurb #social media blurb #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings fluff #5sos imagine #5sos fanfiction #luke hemmings #social media #5sos x reader #my writing #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings one shot #instagram one shot

[ssavinggrace]

@drewlover

your annabeth post about her 'having so much love to give' I kinda wrote a bit on that. and drew something- also the brownie recipe in this y'all gotta try.

page 1. one of many recepies percy loves.

sally's brownies prep time-fifteen minutes. cook time-thirty minutes. total-forty five minutes. one cup of melted butter -1/2 cups of unsweetened coco powder -2 cups of all-purpose flour -4 large eggs -4 teaspoons of vanilla extract -as much blue food dye as you want. sally said 'I usually put in twenty five drops, which is alot, but Percy loves it.' icing - 1/4 cups of softened butter - 1/4 cup of milk. sally uses 2% -1/4 cup if unsweetened coco powder - 3 cups powdered sugar Instructions Preheat oven to 350° F. -Line a 9x13-inch baking dish with foil and spray foil with non-stick spray. Set aside. - In the bowl of an electric stand-mixer, add the melted butter and cocoa powder. Using the paddle attachment, blend till smooth. Add the flour and sugar. Beat together then add eggs and vanilla. Mix just until combined. Don't over mix. The batter will be thick -Pour batter into prepared baking dish and spread out evenly. Bake 25 to 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove brownies from oven and let stand 15 minutes before frosting. -You want the brownies still warm when you frost them! -FOR CHOCOLATE FROSTING: Beat together all the frosting ingredients until smooth. Pour and spread over warm brownies. Let cool completely before cutting and serving.

page 2. my beautiful boy 💙

percy has a series of scars down his back.  one long one Down the middle of his back, vertical way. he has five, small thin scars across this scar. he has a a set of three scars down his left shoulder blade, clearly from a monster. some maybe from Gabe. when studying, percy let's me sit in his lap and he plays with my hair. later, i ran a hand through his hair, he relaxed. run his hands through his hair. he loves it. he hates sour candy. he refuses to eat it. today percy stayed up with estelle all night because she's sick, because he said "she might be lonely". reminder to do that when he's sick too" he scrunches up his nose when he's worried he wants to become a trauma and abuse counselor. he wants to help people that went through similar things. mortals and demigods alike. he likes when I wear his cologne. wear it often.

pg 3. lia :)

what I got her on December 22, after Mount Tam, her first birthday back. - a bow able to hold any arrow or immense pressure. ie: when Thalia uses her lightning arrows, it won't heat or break. after Gaia's defetion, shortly after Apollos first misson of redemption, what i got her on her next birthday. -a phone built by Leo with no tracking. all of our friends have one too, all to stay in contact even when she's across the world. something she got after Jason died. - Jason's journal. Jason wanted to give it to her. and the pelt he'd been given from Lupa, he gifted to Thalia. I'm glad she got left his journal too, at least one of them would get to know the other. what I'll get her this year - she keeps talking about a pair of boots. it may sound stupid, but she won't stop talking about it. I definitely want to get her something she wants. but, I dint want to give her just that. I'll meet with Piper to get her to help me to make her better boots. I'll sketch it out.

pg 5. baby girl 🩷

In the realm where love's sweet whispers reside, There walks a demigod, grace personified. Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite's grace, With a smile that could brighten the darkest space. Her soft, pretty smile, a radiant delight, Like a sunbeam breaking through the darkest night. Her hair, like tendrils of love's sweet art, Curls into little hearts, a work of the heart. In the gentlest light, her features gleam, A vision of beauty, a celestial dream. The corners of her eyes, they gently crease, When she smiles, all the world finds its peace. A demigod of love, she truly embodies, Aphrodite's daughter, in whom love resides. Piper McLean, a goddess in mortal guise, With a heart so warm, and beauty that never dies.

#pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson #thalia grace #tsats #heros of olympus #annabeth chase #piper mclean #jason grace #Annabeth writing #she's so sweet #i love her

[tswaney17]

Daddy's Snowball

This might be the cheesiest of cheesy fluff that it's almost cringeworthy. 😅 My one Christmas fic turned into an AU (honestly, who's even surprised?) so there will be three, possibly four parts to this that I'll be posting throughout the month. This first part, basically Az being a simp for his wife and son. Enjoy, and happy holiday's! 💙

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: tooth-decaying fluff.

Word Count: 1,820

Azriel had his hands, elbow-deep in the sink as he finished washing the dishes from their breakfast. Elain had made a brioche French toast that was unbelievably delicious—though everything she made was always wonderful.

His wife was currently cleaning the syrupy mess that was their son. By the time he finished eating, Azriel was pretty sure more of the sugar glue had ended up on his face and hands than in his mouth. He smiled to himself at the image.

Sunday was always his favorite day of the week. Because, on Sunday, he, Elain, and Kaden sat down for breakfast and then spent the rest of the day together. Sometimes they planned little day trips. Others, they spent lounging around the house just playing with their son. Kaden had quickly caught on to their Sunday rituals and started voicing his own suggestions for what they should do. Going to the zoo, watching a movie, or spending the afternoon at the park were just a few of his many ideas.  

He was finishing up wiping off the counter when a little hand tugged at his pant leg.

“Daddy,” Kaden looked up at him with those large, pleading eyes that had his heart melting in his chest. “Can we go outside to pway in the snow?”

A smile took over his face. “Of course. But we need to get our snow gear on.” He dropped the towel on the counter and held his hand out for him. “Come on, let’s go get changed.”

Small, tanned fingers grabbed his ring finger and pinky as they walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. Azriel grabbed all of Kaden’s winter clothing, his snow pants, and a sweater, helping him change. “Your jacket is by the door and so are your boots. I’ll meet you down there.”

“Tank you, daddy!” he called, racing from his bedroom.

Az chuckled, shaking his head at the hyperactivity his son was now displaying from his sugary breakfast. Quickly pulling on his rain pants over his jeans and thick socks, he met Kaden at the back door where Elain was zipping up his jacket.

“Don’t forget your gloves,” she told their son, helping him stuff his hands into snow gloves. “And a hat,” Elain added with a giggle, flopping a blue beanie on top of his rogue curls.

She turned, eyes beaming. “You too,” she said and tugged a beanie over Azriel’s head.

He leaned forward for a quick kiss as their son slid open the door and plunged into the snow. “Can I convince you to join us?”

“Oh, no. It’s much too cold for me. Plus, this is good to spend time with him alone. I’ll make some hot chocolate for you guys and come get you in about an hour.”

Azriel pecked her soft, pink lips again. “You’re too good to me.”

Elain’s fingers slipped into the hair at his nape, holding him there for a few more seconds.

He would’ve stayed rooted to the spot in the open doorway, kissing his fucking amazing, beautiful wife, had a high pitched, “Daddy!” not beckoned him to the frozen wasteland they called their backyard. Elain’s gardens flourished the rest of the year, but very little could thrive in Velaris’s harsh winters.

“Coming, buddy!” he called out, closing the door behind him as he trudged out in the nearly two-foot-deep white blanket that covered their yard.

It was cold enough that Kaden didn’t sink too far in, the underneath layer frozen. But Az’s heavy, muscular body sent his steps nearly to the ground. He snatched his son around the waist, tossing him in the air and catching him under his arms.

Kaden squealed, falling into him as they both landed in the snow, the little one on his chest. The happy giggles coming from his son’s lips were one of his favorite sounds, ones he collected like precious stones to store and take out when he was having a bad day.

“Can you do a snow angel, Kaden?” he asked, lying him down on his back.

Those hazel and green eyes looked up at him in such wonderment. Azriel sometimes forgot how innocent children were until Kaden came into his and Elain’s lives. They were his providers, his caregivers, his everything. It gave him whiplash how much their lives had changed since his adoption.

“Okay,” he started, positioning his limbs. “Be a starfish.” He followed his orders, his limbs forming a spread eagle. “Now slide your arms up and down.”

Kaden’s arms shuffled, pushing the snow around.

“And your legs,” he guided gripping the tip of his boots to direct him into the proper motion. “All right, up we go.” Az grabbed him and hauled him into his arms. “Look at your snow angel, buddy!”

Those eyes widened in child-like astonishment. “Now you, daddy!”

Setting Kaden down on the ground, Azriel flopped back into the snow, swishing his limbs to create his angel right next to his son’s. White powder dusted his dark hair, collected at the collar of his jacket, but he didn’t care. Not when it produced the precious, toothy grin on his son’s face.

“You’re so big,” Kaden stated, pointing at his snow angel once he climbed back to his feet. “Will I get big like you, daddy?”

He ruffled dark hair under his beanie. His soul softened every time Kaden called him that name—it had taken a while for him to grow comfortable with it.

At one point in his life, Azriel believed he’d never be worthy of a wife, of children. And then Elain came along and turned every doubt, every insecurity, into something he fought to concur. His demons, his past, they couldn’t touch him because of her love, her undying affection. He adored her for it.

“One day, you’ll be as big and strong as me,” Az promised, cradling the back of his head, and letting his thumb swoop in his loose curls. He could see it, with Kaden copying a lot of what he did. Elain had probably two hundred photos and videos on her phone, catching him grabbing more meat and veggies after Azriel did, trying to mimic him doing pushups when he worked out at home, sitting at his desk scribbling on paper pretending to work with him, tinkering in his shed with him. It was, undoubtedly, the cutest thing.

Those sweet eyes lit up at his words. A few weeks ago, Kaden announced he wanted to be “just like daddy,” and Azriel would be lying if he said that proclamation had him both puffing up his chest in pride and wanting to sob at the same time. It also had him stepping up his game to be an even better role model for his son.

They rolled around in the snow, tossing handfuls of it up into the air and letting it rain down on them, when he asked, “Kaden, do you want me to show you how to make a snowball?”

“Yes! Show me, daddy!” he cheered, running to plop himself on the ground next to Azriel’s hip.

He grabbed a handful of snow, forming and shaping it into a perfect sphere, explaining to Kaden how to pack it and smooth out the edges. Over his many years of snowball fights with his brothers, he learned quickly how to create the perfect ball.

His son watched him attentively, trying to copy his movements. “Like this, daddy?” he asked, presenting Azriel with a misshapen white blob of snow.

Az had to hold in his chuckle, knowing that as soon as Kaden threw it, the ball would disintegrate in midair. “Very good, buddy. Would you like me to help you make one of daddy’s snowballs?”

He nodded his head enthusiastically.

Digging into the ground, he told him, “First off, you want to get the right kind of snow. The top layer is typically too soft to hold together, so go down a little bit and get some of the firmer snow underneath.” He helped Kaden dig down, collecting a handful of snow in his small, gloved palms.

“Next, we want to pack it together.” Folding his hands over his sons, he helped him tighten the snow into a firm ball. “And then, shape it so it’s round.” He dusted off some of the rougher edges until it was smooth. “And there we go, a perfect snowball.”

Az lifted Kaden to his feet, aiming him for one of the close trees. “Try and hit the trunk.”

He threw the snowball with all his might, the frozen thing missing the tree by a good three feet. Az laughed. “Good try, bud. Here, let’s make more and try it again.”

Sitting on the ground, not caring that his ass was currently frozen, he made snowball after snowball for his son who took every single one in an attempt to hit the tree trunk.

Finally, after thirty balls or so, he did, the bark covered in a splotch of white. “Daddy!” he screamed in delight. “I did it! Did you see?” A little body came crashing into his chest, arms thrown around his neck.

“Awesome job, Kaden!” He hugged him tightly, taking every advantage he got while his son was still young, knowing that when he got older, hugs would become less and less frequent. The realization had him holding Kaden closer.  

The sound of the sliding door opening caught his attention. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Elain, leaning against the doorframe with a smile gracing her face.

“Boys, come inside before you freeze. I’ve made hot chocolate,” she beckoned.

Azriel rose to his feet, still holding his son against his chest.

“With marshmallows, momma?”

Gods, the smile on Elain’s lips would one day make his heart stop. It was so beautiful, so bright, that it lit up the darkest corners of his troubled past. Made him feel warmth, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“Yes, with marshmallows. I’ve already put some in your cocoa.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss Kaden’s reddened cheek and then placed another on his. “Come in before you let all the hot air out.”

He set his son down, halting him when he started to run off to the kitchen. “Boots and jacket off, buddy. We don’t track snow all through momma’s house.”

After stripping him down to appropriate houseware, Kaden took off for the kitchen where yet another sugary concoction was waiting for him. “He’s going to be bouncing off the walls today.”

Elain laughed, looping her arm with his. “Yeah, well, he’s sweet and deserves it.”

Azriel looked down at her in awe. Because he knew she was right. They wanted to spoil their son with love, and he did just that. Sitting down at the table, he clinked his mug with Kaden’s and then Elain’s, thinking just how lucky he was to have this perfect little family.

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[kingmagnificoofrosas]

I just need one little thing clarified...

"...reducing him to an object of sick twisted lust..."

"...making him a porn object and writing downright disgusting things..."

I totally get about toxic sexualization, but just want to ask: it's not about healthy romance and making love with a true soulmate, right? it's about toxic things only?

i usually write romances about healthy OTPs, and i wrote one for Magnifico, it also included making love. I'm just afraid to... be accused of this toxic sexualization or something.

please do not consider it rude, your words are matter to me. 🙏🏻

Hey dear 💙

Don't worry, I got you!

I absolutely meant unhealthy, toxic sexualization only. I wasn't talking about writing healthy romance and intimacy between two soulmates. I was talking about things some people said. I will not repeat what I've seen but to put it decently, those comments went above and beyond "I would like to have intercourse with him."

To further clarify my point. When I first saw Magnifico, I was like "Hoooooo ma goodness, he HOT!!" And that was never in a sexual way. Just me adoring and gushing over his beauty. Cause he's dang handsome, alright. The sky eyes, the high cheekbones, defined jaw, neat hair, goatee!! Heck the goatee ❤️😩🤌🏼 the BODY, the smile ... I see this man and my heart skips a beat.

You know, that squealing, giggling, fangirling kind 🫶🏼

But seeing some people making comments about what they would like to do to him *gag* ... And I kid you not, it read like someone was quoting a porn script. Or for some, the first and only thing they think of is something sexual. When I said that some reduce him to an object of sick twisted lust, I meant exactly that.

It's also not someone just saying something like, "I bet he's skilled." If you know what I mean. Still, ok, weird. But at least it's nowhere near explicit.

Such thoughts never crossed my mind even once. The fact that this is even happening is so sad.

I'm so shocked and deeply disgusted by what I read some people say, part of me just wishes to erase it from my memory. Also, what the heck are fanarts of *eherm* full blown nudity of him even doing online? And I don't mean shirtless only. Good grief, I know most of us Magnifico-defenders are mid-teens, young-adults and adults but I just picture some kids scrolling through social media for WISH fanart and then they suddenly get a drawing of below waist porn shit. Ew! Seriously what the frick, EW!

I also wasn't talking about portraying sex in the right, healthy way in a novel or fanfiction. This is a whole topic for itself. In my humble opinion, a good writer can bring all the right feelings across without having to write every single damn detail. I'm writer and I always give the advice : You need to be able to show the reader whats happening without becoming explicit.

I'm aware that writing intercourse is a very delicate topic and tbh it's tasking even for a professional writer. As a christian, I'm standing for closed-door romance. Meaning, I read and write intimate scenes non-explicitly. And honestly, that to me is so much more fulfilling than writing or reading explicit scenes. To be able to make the air sizzle and the readers heart pount without getting explicit is a skill and there is so much beauty in it if it's done well.

Because, like you said, love-making is so much more than just an act! It's God's gift to soulmates. It's the highest form of expressing endless true love. It's becoming one, it's two souls made for each other melting together. It's meant to be beautiful! It's meant to be pure. It can be wild passionate fire just as much as it can be tender and sweet.

And exactly that is also why my heart bleeds and breaks when I see sick stuff online.

I hope this clarified my statement and helped you a little bit 💙🫶🏼 if you have any more questions or want to have me give out advices as a professional writer, I'm always here for it!

#writers advice #info post

[quarantineddreamer]

As a Shadow | Chapter 5 - Beautiful contrasts

Reposting 🥲 Let’s try this again since tumblr hated my tags the first time apparently.

Sorry about that cliffhanger last time, hope this makes up for it (😬😱). I cannot wait to hear your thoughts!! 💙 (Click title for AO3, or read below --please mind the tags on this one. Reblogs, comments, etc. eternally appreciated!)

There is a perfect moment where nothing else exists. All she knows is the tangle of her fingers in his hair, his hands pressing into her back, the movement of his mouth in response to her own, and the fierce burn of the kyber-crystal that rests between them. The hammering of their hearts becomes a chorus that drowns out everything around them until they are submerged completely in one another and the rest of the galaxy has melted away.

Then a pounding on the door startles both of them. “Is this bunk taken?” the muffled voice of a stranger calls.

“Yes!” Cassian shouts instantly, and Jyn gives a soft laugh at his breathlessness.

He shakes his head. “We have terrible timing,” he murmurs.

There is an awkward beat as Jyn sees his eyes flicker over her face, over what, to him, is empty space, searching for her. She moves his hand from where it rests on her hip and guides it up her shoulder and lightly over her face. When he’s reoriented, Cassian closes his eyes and leans forward to rest his forehead against her own with a small sigh.

Jyn takes his hand from off her knee and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I know…” The reality of their circumstances has returned all too soon. What has just happened is incredible, unbelievable really. It’s a gift that might never have been granted before in the entire history of the universe, yet it is still not enough.

He clasps the back of her head, lightly holding her in place against him. “I wish I could see you,” he says quietly.

“I do too,” Jyn agrees with a slight touch of guilt. She knows she’s getting the better end of this deal–the whole ‘dead’ thing aside–because at least she can see him.

“And I wish I could hear your voice…”

That too…

Cassian tilts his head to press another soft kiss to her lips, but as soon as he’s pulled away he’s back again and this time Jyn shifts forward so that her knees are on either side of his hips, pinning him beneath her, their torsos molded together.

Again, the world disappears, as her hands wander over his shoulders and his down her spine. For Jyn, it is impossible to remember the truth of her half-existence. How can she possibly recall a thing as trivial as death when Cassian’s pull is like gravity, bringing her to center? Every part of her comes to life under the heat of his touch, an ember stirred back to flame.

I take back every bad thing I ever said about the Force, Jyn thinks to herself hazily, a shiver passing through her as Cassian’s mouth finds her neck and his beard tickles her skin. If this is what it brought me back for, I should be saying thanks…

Cassian’s hands find one side of her jacket. He is beginning to gently push it off her shoulders when he starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jyn demands, tapping her hands against his sides.

“You’re wearing clothes.”

“Why wouldn’t I be wearing clothes?!”

“I didn’t realize ghosts wore clothes.” His body shakes as he continues to chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Jyn gives his shoulders a light shove, but really she is delighting in the sound of his laughter as well as the sight of the lopsided smile on his face, the flush in his cheeks. “You assumed I was wandering around naked this whole time?” she says indignantly, leaning away from him.

“Wait, wait, Jyn.” He wraps his arms around her and pulls her back, that goofy grin still on his face. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just not anything I’ve ever thought about before. I hadn’t even noticed it, until…”

His hands gently slide under her shirt so that they are against the small of her back, igniting heat where they touch. A heat that spreads through her entire body as he begins to drag his fingers across her skin in slow, enticing circles.

Jyn places her palm under his chin and guides his lips back to hers, wrestling herself free of her jacket and tossing it behind her where it falls silently to the floor.

It feels natural to be held in Cassian’s arms, kissing him. As though their collision was predestined, as inevitable as an eclipse, and she is a dark and solitary moon now encompassed by an inferno of light and warmth.

Her senses are aflame; she breathes in his scent as she runs her lips down his neck, tastes the lingering salt of sweat on his soft skin, feels the tremor that runs through him as she moves across his chest, delights in the low sigh he emits when she teases her fingers through his hair.

“If you’re going to complain about my clothes, I get to complain about yours,” Jyn breathes into his ear, then pointedly begins to play with the collar of the tactical vest he’s wearing.

Cassian willingly rolls the vest (with all its infuriatingly bulky pockets) off his shoulders while Jyn tugs at the hem of his shirt until he’s free of that too. Her eyes catch for a moment on the kyber-crystal that glows against his bare chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes.

‘Hold on,’ she’d told him when she’d placed the kyber in his hands. And he had. The kyber had made it off Scarif, and so had he–which is all she had asked for. But he’s held on to her too. All this time, he’s kept her with him, unwilling to abandon her to dust and shadows.

She’s never had anyone show her such devotion. Never had anyone so steadfast and trustworthy.

But then again, she’s never known someone like him.

She places her palm against his chest and pushes gently until he lies back, his head resting atop the single pillow of the decidedly unglamorous bed. And his hands find her waist, but his eyes are still endlessly searching for her until Jyn softly coaxes his eyelids to close with the tips of her fingers. No more of that…. They’ve found each other, that is enough for now. It has to be. They will take what they can get and run with it, as they have both done throughout the entirety of their lives.

She pulls her shirt over her head, removes her bra, and sends them both to join the growing pile on the floor. Cassian follows her movements with his fingertips, running his hands up her bare sides, palms pressed against her, fingers splayed and lingering over every inch as though he is mapping the surface of her body by feel, committing every detail of her features to memory.

A heartbeat stutters, a hot shiver runs through her, something eager and hungry stirring in her belly when he begins to caress her breasts, his hips reflexively pressing upwards into hers.  

A low man escapes her lips at the feel of his body beneath her, at how hard he’s become from just the contact of their skin against one another. She rolls her hips, his crotch rubbing against her own, and even with the layers of cloth between them, it’s enough to make her bite her lip.

When she continues to grind against him Cassian emits a soft growl and gives her breasts a firm squeeze in response before quickly pulling her down towards him, their lips clashing fervently.

She echoes the rhythm of his breathing, rough and hot against her neck, tickling her ears, bringing heat to her cheeks. He is everywhere, his fingers pressing into her shoulders, his hands dragging down her back till they grasp her ass, pulling her closer and closer still, until she’s lost track of where he begins and she ends.

There’s an electric current rushing through her, a pulse rising to a fervor. Cassian must be experiencing the same, because he leans away, eyes opening as he shakes his head.

“Sorry,” he says in a voice ragged with lust. “Just give me a minute.”

Jyn runs her hands over his torso, fingers teasing over muscles and rib cage, light as feathers.

Cassian shudders and tilts his head back into the pillow, exposing his neck to her. It’s instinct for her to lean over and kiss the hollow of it, to frame his collarbone with her lips and follow the line of it down to the center of his chest where every stunning heartbeat can be felt against her mouth.

“Jyn,” he groans, hips tilting helplessly upwards again.

It’s possible he’s wanted this for longer than she ever realized, and she understands why he’s trying to slow her down, to take a moment to cool off, but she’s never been the most patient of people and she’s not about to start. “It doesn’t matter,” she tells him, slipping her fingers tentatively towards his belt buckle, waiting to see if he’ll tell her to stop. “I want you.” And she doesn’t care how long this time will last, because they’ve never had much of it anyways. Their paths crossed in life in the briefest flash of starlight and was over before it had even begun. If she had known, she wouldn’t have wasted a second of it doing anything less than exactly what they desired.

Cassian sits up to kiss her, cupping the back of her neck with one hand, knotting his fingers in her hair with the other. He parts her lips with his tongue and the taste of his mouth in hers is enough to make her fingers curl with pleasure against his shoulders.

This time it’s him who stands and reaches for his belt. When a moment later he’s finally free of all his layers and standing naked before her all Jyn can do is lean back for a moment, a slanting, pleased smile forming.

He moves towards her, finds her ear and whispers, “Is this what you wanted, Erso?”

She grips his cock in reply and begins slowly stroking up and down. His eyes snap shut, his breath hitches and he sighs in pleasure, muscles dancing as he loses a modicum of composure and leans into her touch. “I think there’s still a bit more I’d ask of you,” she murmurs.

He doesn’t protest when she removes her hand, maybe it’s because even though he can’t see her, some part of him knows she’s stripping the last of her clothes from her body–though she hopes he doesn’t imagine the shaky hands she has to contend with as she does so.

Her foot brushes his leg as she kicks the last layer away. It is Cassian’s turn to guide her back to the mattress, he hovers over her, arms on either side of her head, his outline defined by a halo of light that streams from the ceiling, as though she is casting shadow onto him, drawing out perfect, beautiful contrasts in each of them.

He bends down and captures her lips with his own with a tenderness that makes Jyn’s soul ache. But she hasn’t forgotten her greater goal, if anything her want has shifted to need, and she’s sure that if she’s forced to wait any longer to have him inside her she’s going to implode.

She reaches down in the space between them until she finds the hard length of him, warm and delightfully stiff in her palm, then urges him down towards her opening, long since gone slick with desire. When he finally pushes into her Jyn tightens, her back arching, and they both gasp.

“Cassian,” she breathes, barely able to form his name as euphoria flashes through her, electric and hot.

It takes a minute before he starts moving again, but when he does, it’s all she can do to hang on as waves of pleasure envelop her with each thrust.

“ Jyn,” he gasps her name as though he is drowning in it, as though he’s forgotten anything else. He swears in that foreign language she’s heard from him before, and she doesn’t need to know what it means to tell he’s enjoying himself just as much as she is.

She shuts her eyes and begins to drift in the sensation emanating from her core, building with each passing second. She scratches at the muscles of his back, holding fast to the solid feel of his body under her touch and he buries himself inside her with more urgency.

Cassian’s breath begins to break, his muscles contracting and she can tell he’s barely able to hold back.

She doesn’t want him to either. “Please,” she moans, her own energy reaching a peak just imagining the way he’ll fall apart.

She places her hand against his chest to feel his racing heart and the touch is enough to send him over the edge, crying her name.

Her eyes fly open at the warmth that he spills inside her and his face is one of such intense ecstasy that it sends a bolt of pleasure straight through her. As he rides out the last waves of his orgasm she slips a finger onto her clit, trembling against him as she continues moving her hips against his until she climaxes too, exquisite pulses of elation flooding her entire body in incredible bursts.

Cassian presses his lips to her left cheek, then her right, brushes her nose, and then meets her mouth with his own in a final searing crush before pulling out and collapsing beside her, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Jyn can’t help the breathy laugh she gives. Did that just happen? she wonders.

But her doubts are erased when Cassian’s arm reaches across the bed to find her waist; when he rolls to his side and pulls her close against his chest, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, his beard brushing her skin as he catches his breath. It feels too safe, too substantial, too wonderful to be a dream or a phantom place like Lah’mu.

Cassian’s arms tighten around her. “Don’t,” his voice breaks on the word as he swallows back the hue of pain that threatens to bleed into his tone. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” he whispers to her softly, some trace of his fear still remaining despite his efforts to hide it.

The kyber necklace is pressed between them, nestled in the crook between her shoulder blades and his chest, warm and reassuring as ever, a reminder of all that has passed and of all that may come.  

Jyn buries herself deeper into Cassian’s embrace. “I won’t…”

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[seungfl0wer]

Hi can I please get a fluffy scenario of felix where you're a singer 🇬🇧 and you get to work with felix in the studio in Korea. You're both in the studio and sharing a booth and he ends up falling for your cute /affectionate personality.

I’m so sorry this took so long! But I hope you enjoy it💙 Thank you so much for requesting!

Felix x Reader (GN) Fluff

*It was perfect*

-💙

Even after being here for 2 weeks you’re still in shock that you’re actually here. You still can’t believe Lee felix himself reached out to you. You’ve been with him almost everyday and it’s just been one of the happiest most pleasant experiences. People always say idols fake their personality but felix was just genuinely this sweet guy. You felt so comfortable around him and the feeling was mutual, it felt like you two have been friends since forever.

You were on your way to the studio today, bringing some food. He was telling you about this place while walking you home so you decided to surprise him with his favorites. You waved a happy smile to the guard who held the door for you as you made you’re way up to the studio. You opened the door to be greeting with this ray of sunshine flashing the biggest smile at you. “Y/n! Finally-“ he stopped mid sentence cocking his head to the side. “Whatcha got there?” He asked pointing to the bags.

“Oh it’s a surprise” you said smiling putting them down on the table. He huddled over it like a kid on Christmas. “Close your eyes real quick” you said. He quickly did so, you took all the food out placing it nicely on the table “alright open” you said getting all excited to see his reaction. Which did not disappoint. His eyes widen “No way! You stopped at the place!” He said. “Yep! Figured you hadn’t eaten much today so wanted to get you something.” You said handing him utensils. He took a seat beside you “You’re gonna eat with me right?” He asked looking at you with big puppy eyes.

You smiled, he really just melts your heart how could you say no to him. You nod, he points out what’s his favorite making sure you try it. You both ate well, talking while you ate. “Hey y/n I know we are supposed to be working on the song but maybe we can just relax today” he said wiping his mouth.

“Yeah? What do you suggest we do?” You ask knowing he can’t really go out with out it being a big deal. He smiles like he’s had it already planned “I got my laptop, we can watch a movie or something” he suggests. “Alright but you pick the movie” you said. He nods grabbing his laptop. He put on a horror movie which confused you a bit. You know he can’t do scary so why did he pick this one?

Before you could ask Felix was dimming the lights sitting back beside you. “I know you like these kinda movies” he said. You smiled it was a sweet gesture.

Not even a few minutes in Felix was already scared, Which made you giggle a bit. You put your arms around him “don’t worry I’ll protect you” you teased a bit. He playfully smacked your leg “I’m not scared” he lied. You give him one of those “uh huh sure” nods. His hand was inches from yours so you decide to interlock your fingers with his.

He felt his heart jump into his throat, his cheeks sprinkled with red. Ever since you two have met he’s kinda had this feeling towards you. Someone who’s equally affectionate and doesn’t mind the clinginess of him. He finds you so calming and genuinely kind. Every slight touch of yours or sweet words his heart swells with more love. He hadn’t known you super long but yet, he was already falling so hard.

This could be said the same for you. Every little smile he gives you, honestly just anything he did made your heart pound wanting to escape your chest to run to him.

Felix looked up at you his head resting on your shoulder. You both making eye contact which seems like forever. His beautiful sparkly brown eyes just fixated on yours. Both your bodies seem to move in sync like your brains were thinking the same thought. His hand moved to cup your face as you both leaned in, Lips meeting.

His lips were just as soft as they looked, the felt like the fluffiest clouds. His hand that was on your cheek felt so comforting, so warm. Time felt like it was at a stand still and it was just you two. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but for the both of you it felt like an eternity in heaven.

You pulled away eyes glued to one another. You both sat there, in silence for a few minutes before Felix talked “was- was that ok? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable-“ he rambled. You couldn’t help but smile of course he was worried he did something wrong. He always thinks about others.

You shook your head no “it was perfect” you said softly pulling him into a hug. “Y/n. I’ve really fell for you” he said in almost a whisper. “Well Lix the feeling is mutual” you said running your hands through his hair. “I really like you” you said. The grip he had around you felt to tighten at your words “really?” He asked in the most innocent voice.

You nod looking down at him “I really do” you said before kissing his forehead. He couldn’t help but smile he looked up at you placing a small kiss to your chin. “Does that mean I we can do it again” he said with those big puppy eyes again. You nod and before you knew it he was placing small kisses your lips. “Y/n, I wanna ask you to be mine but I wanna take you on a proper date. So no looking at anyone else till then.” He said with a giggle. “Of course not, besides you’re the only one I see anyways” you said with another kiss to his soft lips.

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[ailendolin]

Title: Moon Lilies [AO3]

Characters: Ho-Tan & Irk, Ho-Tan/Vex

Summary: Irk wakes Ho-Tan in the middle of the night to show her something special.

A/N: This is for my dear friend @iris-in-the-rain 💙

A/N 2: An explanation for the Youngers’ names can be found here.

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Moon Lilies

“Mum! Wake up!”

Ho-Tan blearily opened her eyes to find Irk standing next to her bed. Even in the darkness she could see his wide eyes and beaming smile and suppressed a groan, knowing this did not bode well. Her son was practically vibrating with excitement, and while some part of her was glad this didn’t seem to be an emergency, the part of her that had been awake since the crack of dawn to help the Ninnies transcribe the ancient scrolls in their library really didn’t want to deal with a wide awake child at this hour.

“Irk, it’s the middle of the night,” she said quietly so as not to wake up Vex.

“I know!” Irk said enthusiastically and tugged at the sleeve of her nightgown. “Come on, I need to show you something!”

Knowing her son would not relent until she got up, Ho-Tan gave in and pushed back the covers, though not without mumbling, “Can’t it wait until morning?” 

Irk shook his head. “No, it has to be now.”

He took her hand in his and smiled so sweetly up at her that Ho-Tan felt her heart melt despite the tiredness in her bones.

“Close your eyes,” Irk said when they reached the door to the garden and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you stumble.”

Her heart overflowing with love, it took everything in Ho-Tan not to pull him into her arms in that moment.

True to his word, Irk warned her about the small step down into the garden and told her to duck her head when they passed under the low-hanging branches of the trees. The whole thing reminded Ho-Tan of that one time Vex had organised a midnight picnic for her in her parents’ orchard. She’d been absolutely miserable that day – so overwhelmed by all the things her parents had asked her to do that she’d barely found the energy to eat something. By the time her siblings were finally in bed, she’d felt so emotionally and physically drained that she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a corner and cry. And then Vex – beautiful, brilliant Vex – had taken her hand just like little Irk had done and led her to the apple tree they had met under for the first time. A blanket was spread out over the grass and on it, carefully arranged, leftovers from lunch and dinner were laid out and, to Ho-Tan’s surprise and delight, her favourite sweets from the shop – the ones she rarely indulged in because they were so expensive.

She had turned to Vex, overwhelmed in a different way now. “Is this all for me?”

Vex had smiled at her and nodded. “Surprise!”

Not knowing what to say because a simple thank you couldn’t possibly convey what she was feeling in that moment, Ho-Tan had closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. When Vex’s arms came up around her to hug her back, all the stress and tension that had accumulated over the day had fallen away from her and she’d found herself smiling for the first time since she woke up that morning.

There, in her parents’ orchard under the stars, she had gotten a first taste of what having a real home felt like. And now, so many years later, she stood in the garden of her actual home under the same stars with her son who had the same kind and gentle heart as his father. The thought made her smile.

“You can open your eyes now, Mum.”

Ho-Tan blinked – and gasped at the sight before her. A small patch of flowers bloomed in the moonlight, radiating a light unlike any she had ever seen before. Their white blossoms were angled towards the moons and emitting soft sounds, almost like bells ringing.

“What are they?” Ho-Tan whispered in awe.

“Moon lilies,” Irk smiled and tugged her closer. “They only bloom a few nights a year when the moons are aligned just right. Uncle Flowers helped me plant them but we weren’t sure they’d bloom this year, what with the–” He pointed up at the moon Imperatrix’s creation had irreparably changed. “But they are! Look, Mum!”

He pointed excitedly at the glowing flowers and Ho-Tan laughed. “I can see that!”

Irk wrapped his small arms around her waist and looked up at her. “Do you like them?”

“Oh sweetheart, I do,” Ho-Tan said softly and held him close. “They’re very beautiful. Thank you for showing them to me.”

“They remind me of you,” Irk admitted. He reached out with one hand to touch the flowers and the noise they emitted when his fingers brushed against the delicate petals sounded like a child giggling. “See? Because they sound so happy.”

Ho-Tan’s heart tightened in the best way. She had fought so hard for every little scrap of happiness in her life that she sometimes forgot how easy it was for her to smile and laugh these days. She wasn’t that lonely young girl Vex had desperately tried to tease a smile out of anymore. She was a scribe, an Elder, and most importantly a mother. The days she felt happy far outnumbered those she felt sad now and she was grateful beyond words that her son had no idea it used to be so different.

She pressed a gentle, lingering kiss onto Irk’s unruly curls before she reached out to touch one of the flowers herself. The blossom giggled, and so did she. Irk gave her a cheeky grin and then waved his hands through the lilies, rousing them all until their giggling filled the air all around them. Ho-Tan laughed, breathlessly, and pulled him close once more.

“I love you so much,” she whispered fiercely into Irk’s hair.

Irk melted against her, just like he’d done when he was a baby. “I love you too, Mum.”

“Want to go wake Dad and Alvin? I think they’d like to see the flowers too.”

Excited, Irk nodded, and as they retraced their steps back to the Chamber, they were giggling just like the lilies.

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