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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Okay, I really wanna see the batfam's reactions to meeting Blaise

Blaise: *lights a firecracker*

Dick: Got a permit for that?

Blaise: Yeah.

Blaise: *flips him the bird*

Dick: How original.

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Blaise: *pours gasoline around a warehouse*

Jason: Funny, I don't remember hiring any new arsonists lately.

Blaise: Stay back or I'll blow you up with the rest of this joint.

Jason: Been dead, done that.

———————

Blaise, throwing kindling in a pile: And done.

Tim: Nice pile you got there. But how are you gonna light it up?

Blaise: With my lighter, of course!

Blaise, patting their pockets: Wait.

Tim, pulling out the lighter: Looking for this?

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Blaise: *buying fireworks illegally*

Damian: *also buying fireworks illegally*

Blaise and Damian: *make eye contact*

Damian: I won't tell Batman if you don't.

Blaise: Deal.

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Blaise, into their comms: Charges are set. Waiting for the signal.

Duke: You called?

Blaise: Oh come on! You're not even on the night shift!

Duke: I couldn't sleep. By the looks of it, neither could you. What say we grab some Batburgers and talk about it.

Blaise: Fine, but only if you pay.

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Blaise: *holding a handful of gunpowder*

Cullen: *walks by and sneezes*

———————

Steph, into her comms, holding a beam over her shoulder: I cleared the civilians and secured the area. I'm just removing this huge beam so Gordon can get in.

Blaise: *sneaks behind her with a lighter*

Steph, turning around and hitting them: She's helping some kids find their parents.

Blaise: *stands back up*

Steph, turning around and hitting them again: I'll stick around to gather witness statements.

———————

Blaise: *grilling hot dogs on their balcony*

Cass: *drops in*

Blaise: Woah, I don't want any trouble. I'm just making dinner.

Cass: *stands there*

Blaise: You want one?

Cass: *nods*

Blaise: *hands her a hot dog*

———————

Blaise: Excuse me, I need help finding a book.

Barbara: Sure, what's it called?

Blaise: Advanced Arson and Fire-Related Crimes.

Barbara: Is it for school?

Blaise: ...Sure.

———————

Blaise: *plants a time bomb*

Harper: *swaps it out*

Harper: *puts the real one in their bag*

Blaise: *puts the bag in their car and drives away*

———————

Blaise: *lights a candle*

Carrie: Happy birthday to me!

Carrie: *blows it out*

———————

Blaise: *kicks a flaming dumpster can at Kate*

Kate: *kicks it back*

*dumpster runs over and flattens them*

———————

Blaise: *fighting Helena*

Helena: *takes his lighter*

Helena: *lights an arrow on fire*

Helena: I'll give you a three-second head start.

Blaise: *sighs and starts running*

———————

Blaise: With this lightning rod extension, I'll ignite Wayne Tower and burn it to the ground!

Luke: That's assuming lightning even hits.

Blaise: This is the tallest thing in the city.

Luke: Yeah, but the forecast only calls for a ten percent chance of thunderstorms tonight.

Blaise: Oh. I'll just be taking this down then...

Luke: You do that.

———————

Blaise: Well, Flamebird, let's see how you do against this!

Blaise: *throws a Molotov cocktail*

Bette: *catches it*

Bette: Dude, you didn't even light it.

———————

Blaise: *steeps his tea for too long*

Alfred, halfway across the city: *wakes up in cold sweat and grabs his rifle*

———————

Blaise: *dips a bedsheet in an oil drum*

Selina: You know, black's really not your color. I see you as more of a dark brown and evergreen kind of person.

Blaise: I'm going to destroy the fashion district and take everything they have.

Selina: Cool, bring me a Versace bag.

———————

Blaise: *blows up the Batmobile*

Bruce: *pulls out adoption papers*

Blaise, who is 26 and has a family: ...

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andraxicated · 2 years

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i can keep a secret, can...you?

Pairings: atsumu, kuroo, suna, oikawa, sakusa x f! reader

Synopsis: secret sexual scenarios with the haikyuu men

a/n: kuroo and suna is a staple because they're my favs <3 based on a series of comments from tiktok because i spend my time there

i'm dying i'm imagining topgun 2 beach scene at oikawa

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Atsumu

after lusting over you ever since the first day of school, he finally felt the euphoric feeling of your warm insides enveloping his cock. the tight sinking feeling, your naked body, mixed with your flushed face, made him go wild as he buried himself to the hilt, not waiting for you to adjust. atsumu just wanted to hear your cute scream.

only to wake up in cold sweat and morning wood as he groans loudly to the cutoff dream. atsumu glances poorly at his twin on the other bed and goes out of the room for decency. he's deciding whether to watch some porn or divert his attention to helping in the class script which he has no talent for.

besides volleyball, there's another thing he's good at: 'smooth-talking'. he managed to turn the conversation around from scene ideas to his lewd schemes. as he now has the girl of his dream putty in his hands, waiting for his commands as he strokes himself.

"have you ever touched yourself?" atsumu types while his dick twitches inside his shorts; you reply with an innocent "no..." that tipped him over. the instinct to corrupt his cute classmate took over his mind as he starts to instruct you on how to relieve yourself.

"take as many fingers as you can but close your eyes and imagine they're mine. get it?" "okay" you do everything he says, can you get any easier than this? you pick up the pace, slow it down, find your spot, experiment then orgasm. a breathless and sticky relief in the wee hours of the morning. as a thank you to atsumu who just finished too...

"you can come over right now. i live alone" you type as you finish with a shiver and moan (of course not forgetting to erase the scandalous conversation in google docs). a continuation of him and you in your mind. and without hesitation, atsumu grabs a jacket, and keys then go out the door to remake his dream.

Kuroo

seeing you being friendly with other guys has the possessiveness inside him kindled. when you sweetly grill meat for others, give them towels and yet take no glance towards him. kuroo makes a harsh block as an outlet for his frustration, to which the other players complain.

he wants to stop this on and off relationship you're playing with him. why can't you just accept that you like him? as if those stolen stares when he's removing his shirt aren't filled with lust. you're emitting a need to be fucked, you're touch starved, and kuroo could very well see it. he'd fulfill your needs to make you accept your sexual instincts.

so when he chances upon you being alone, he immediately pulls you to the back of the court, pins you against the wall, and roughly pulls your chin for a kiss. he takes off his sweat-soaked black shirt, leaving only his red shorts that your feet cling to when he hoists you up while squeezing your small body against the wall. your cute tummy compressed, wet spot forming and eyes mesmerized as you watch kuroo's growing member grind against your clothed sex.

you moan at the obscene sight and look away because it's so sinful it might burn your eyes, but he grabs your chin to face him and kiss him once more. his veins and muscles flex as he supports your body with one hand, while his finger hooks on your shorts and panty to reveal the fleshy, glistening entrance.

"tetsu! we should stop!" you say as you become overwhelmed when the night wind hits you and wakes you up that you're doing this in public. everybody's having dinner a few feet away, students from different schools, teachers, coaches, managers...what if someone were to see you?

"do you want to?" kuroo parts from your lip and daringly asks you a question you don't how to answer. you only stare at him in confusion so he snaps out of patience from your coquettishness. "speak" his low voice instructs.

"i don't. but-" no buts because that's a fine answer to him. you don't want to stop, so you're not gonna stop until you feel your legs give out and wobble to the dining hall.

Suna

brother's bestfriend suna who got permission to pick you up at school. you never really tried to take advantage of your closeness because you know it'd make your brother upset, plus potentially ruin their lifelong friendship. so, you chose to be a good girl and keep your fantasies to yourself.

it doesn't take long before repressed feelings overflow, just like your wetness drenching the car seat when suna rintaro casually places his hand on your thigh. shock traveling your body as you stare at his hand questionably. you make no move to remove it though, so he chose to give an experimental squeeze near your inner thigh; one that your body visibly responded to.

suna swallows as he feels a boner popping in the middle of driving. his dreams are finally merging with reality while he remembers his pathetic self jerking off to his bestfriend's sweet little sister. thin shorts, sleeveless tops, no bra—all of those are a sight he often sees when coming to his friend's house. now making you squirm when his fingers inch closer to your center is just a little payback for what you've done to him.

you're getting dizzy from the sudden pleasure; his one-hand driving, his slender eyes, and your lewd look in the side mirror that only suna has the privilege of seeing. your body is limp while leaning on the seat, legs open and chest heaving, it looks like you came right out of a porn magazine. he has no choice but to take you here and there as he pulls over to the side.

seatbelts click as you and suna quickly meet to taste each other's lips. his hand slyly creeps up your blouse and expertly unclasps your bra, you take the uncomfortable material off and throw it somewhere amid tongue kissing. finally, suna touches your boobs and gropes them like he's addicted to a toy. his thumb teasingly rests on top of the nipple then unsuspectingly gropes your wet cunt.

"fuck..." you moan out, throwing your head back and as you grip his neck for dear life, riding three of his fingers while he pulls your shirt up. "we shouldn't do this" you say like a fool in contradiction for having the time of your life inside his car. and suna replies a breathless: "i know right" yet latches himself to the forbidden fruit without emorse.

Oikawa

a whore's other purpose for vacationing is to see the hot locals or tourists in a whole different area. summer is the perfect time to mingle, seduce...and play beach volleyball. especially if such attractive strangers come and proclaim they're pros at the game. oikawa's smirk widens when you seem to question his credibility, a smug "i'll show you" with attractive eye contact made you stand by and watch him battle your friends.

he had a hard time in the sand but soon got used to it (he can't fail when you're watching him!). little glances your way every time he scores, smiles at you before he sets, and makes sure you see his flexing muscles defined by the afternoon sun. soon, the view of half-naked men playing beach volleyball garnered an audience that was entranced by their glistening bodies and pro skills. they've never seen an intense match just like that.

"did you enjoy the show sweetheart?" oikawa whispers as he pins your bikini-clad body against the rock. his fingers playfully tugging at the strings of your bikini, if he were to put more pressure it would surely snap. "mhm, this time let me put on a show for you" you say with a peck to his lips that left him wanting more.

you untie the top at your back, hands taking off each string from your shoulder as you slowly get farther and farther away from him and into the less shallow part. oikawa swore you looked so sexy at that moment, you're like a nymph bewitching him to follow then drown. he definitely would gladly drown when he watched you take off your panty slowly, his eyes following it going down your feet. then you finally turn around in all of your glory; oikawa wastes no time getting naked and joining you. playing with the flesh of your ass while making out with you, boobs pressed against his chest for warmth amidst the cold water.

his fingers probe your entrance from the back, making you pull away to moan with your head thrown back and eyes rolling. he finds your fleshy insides all wet from the water, mouth pressing bites and kisses on your torso as you hold his large cock to pleasure.

oikawa groans at the touch of your hand and pulls away in a hurry to sit you on top of a smooth, flat rock. "open your legs for me" he says with a lilting voice together with smug eyes as he dives for his second meal that night.

Sakusa

when your family found out you have a guy roommate, you tried your best to reassure them nothing will happen between you two. it’s just purely two people living together for the convenience of shared rent in a nice place. your family trusts you but not this masked and neat obsessed roommate of yours, so every month they visit you to make sure their precious daughter is still alive and kicking. sakusa completely understands strict parents, but the constant nagging and your apologetic face are getting annoying. both of you are two functioning adults, why can’t they leave you alone?

this was stressing you out too, so bad that you suddenly broke down in the middle of a quiet dinner with him. wide-eyed kiyoomi didn’t know how to comfort a crying girl, so he sat you down on the couch to calm down and awkwardly rub your back; blushing when his hand hit your bra strap and you stopping to process. needless to say, you took comfort to another level as you ask him for a kiss. a make-out session happened on the couch while you slowly lie down; fucking on the couch as a sign of rebellion to your nosy family. but honestly, what you’re doing right now is a bit too dangerous of a rebellion.

“kiyoomi-ahhh!” you moan with a loud spank echoing next, your boyfriend’s naked body thrusting behind you as you grip the edge of the bed like a lifeline. “my family is coming in 10 minutes!” you whine to sakusa but he pretends he doesn’t hear it as he’s so focused on where you’re connected at. “ki-” “i get it!’ he finally replies, going faster and annoyed at your constant reminder plus this stupid monthly check.

after a few thrusts, you both finish together and he pulls out to watch mixed cum cascading down your legs. he'll never get used to it because he inwardly shivers every time he sees that. your spent body was heaving, weak fingers buttoning your blouse, and a sudden light touch between your legs made you gasp. "just checking" sakusa says as he gently pats your folds. just as you're both standing up, a harsh knock and a call of your name resound in the apartment.

you give each other tired faces and proceed to make it look like you just didn't fuck; because as far as your family knows, you're still their innocent babygirl...well, you're kiyoomi's babygirl now.

“it’s a secret between us okay?” sakusa asks you as he helps you fix your shirt and smooth sweaty strands of hair. you nod breathlessly as an okay and he chuckles at your obvious state of ruin. you put on a fake smile that got wiped from the subtle grope on your butt as your boyfriend opens the door with a smirk.

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trofysisters · 4 months

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Тося

Илья совсем отчаялся найти работу в кулинарной сфере и даже решил устроиться в спорт, когда в местном ресторане появилась вакансия посудомойщика. Наконец-то они заживут по-настоящему, ни в чем себе не отказывая на его зарплату в 30 симолеонов в день. (Ilya was completely desperate to find a job in the culinary field and even decided to get into sports when a vacancy for a dishwasher appeared at a local restaurant. Finally, they will truly live, without denying themselves anything on his salary of 30 simoleons a day)

Его недавно вернувшаяся из университета дочь на должности помощника командира имела оклад в 14 раз выше и не желала останавливаться на достигнутом, пос��игая новые навыки. (His daughter, who had recently returned from university, had a salary 14 times higher as an assistant commander and did not want to stop there, mastering new skills)

Но мысли ее были заняты не только работой, но и женихом - Виктором, которого ей приходилось самой приглашать на свидания, а то он со своей учебой сам об этом не додумается. (But her thoughts were occupied not only with work, but also with her fiancé, Victor, whom she had to invite on dates herself, otherwise, with his studies, he wouldn’t think of it himself)

Илона уже готова была выйти замуж за него, а также за Давида и еще за одного студента, с которым она скрашивала учебные дни, пока Давид был несовершеннолетним. К сожалению Илоны, многомужество было вне закона. (Ilona was already ready to marry him, as well as David and another student with whom she brightened up her school days while David was a minor. Unfortunately for Ilona, polyandry was illegal)

Во время обеда в кафе Илона всё же остановила свой выбор на Викторе, который разжигал в ее сердце страсть. Вот только сам парень думал о чем угодно, но не о романтике. (During lunch in a cafe, Ilona still chose Victor, who kindled passion in her heart. But the guy himself was thinking about anything, but not about romance)

Ну и ладно. Зато они отлично смотрятся на совместных фотографиях. (Well, okay. But they look great in photos together)

Вечером Илья вернулся с работы воодушевленным. Он сразу начал мечтать, как купит новый холодильник, барную стойку и гриль. Ну и что, что они стоят от 1000 симолеонов и выше. Теперь-то он может себе их позволить, ведь у них на счету целых 3000 симолеонов! (In the evening, Ilya returned from work inspired. He immediately began to dream of buying a new refrigerator, bar counter and grill. So what if they cost 1000 Simoleons and more. Now he can afford them, because they have as many as 3,000 Simoleons in their account!)

Грезы отца были прерваны Илоной, которая подхватила его под руку и усадила за стол. Она желала поразить жениха семейным ужином, заодно чтобы привыкал к будущим тестю и теще. Илья сразу начал распрашивать Виктора, кем тот работает, а то бездельники в этом доме не нужны. (Her father's dreams were interrupted by Ilona, who grabbed him by the arm and sat him down at the table. She wanted to impress the groom with a family dinner, at the same time let him get used to his future father-in-law and mother-in-law. Ilya immediately began asking Victor what kind of work he did, otherwise there was no need for slackers in this house)

Именно во время ужина, когда Илона расписывала планы на их совместную жизнь, до Виктора дошло, что во что он вляпался, но бежать было уже поздно. (It was during dinner, when Ilona was describing plans for their life together, that it dawned on Victor what he had gotten himself into, but it was too late to escape)

На следующий день Илья оплачивал квартплату, радуясь, что еще остаются деньги на покупку того, о чем он мечтает. (The next day, Ilya paid the rent, glad that there was still money left to buy what he dreamed of)

Но перед почтовым ящиком появился почтальон с квитанциями на оплату коммунальных услуг. Прощайте, мечты. (But a postman appeared in front of the mailbox with receipts for utility bills. Goodbye dreams)

Хорошо, что умница-дочка получила повышение по службе: ее назначили космонавтом. (It’s good that my smart daughter received a promotion: she was appointed as an astronaut)

Центр управления полетами не стал откладывать ее первый полет, ведь им нужно было обогнать в космической гонке другие страны. (Mission Control did not delay her first flight, because they needed to overtake other countries in the space race)

Илона сказала: "Поехали!", и махнула рукой. (Ilona said: “Let’s go!” and waved her hand)

В это время на Симле Виктор решил принести невесте подарок - пульт Ди-джея, а может хотел откупиться. (At this time, in Simla, Victor decided to bring the bride a gift - a DJ remote control, or maybe he wanted to pay off)

#sims 2 #devchata #tosya #ilona

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mariaofdoranelle · 8 months

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URDAD - part 3

Glucose: sticking to you

Fic masterlist

If you were wondering why I wasn’t posting snippets, it’s because this has no plot lol

Warnings: NSFW

Words: 3,2k

Aelin was acting so naturally Rowan could think this was an everyday thing for her.

It kind of was, to be honest. Aelin was just your regular hot girl in her tiniest bikini, reading her Kindle while lying sideways by the pool, in a lounge chair. Everything was perfectly fine, if Aelin ignored the fact that she couldn’t breathe, since she was trying to hide the lower belly pouch her swimwear was outing.

Yesterday’s promises of seeing each other at dinner didn’t happen, since Rowan stayed until late at the hospital for a surgery, assisting the oncologist with some tissue analysis. But now it was Saturday, he was making barbecue, and she had an entire day to work on her seduction plans.

“Do dogs eat raw meat?” Rowan asked from the grill.

Aelin had a joke about her not being the vet, but let it die on the back of her mind. Imogen was the only vet they knew, the traitorous bitch she used to call a best friend. She didn’t deserve to be mentioned on barbecue day.

“Fleetfoot doesn’t,” Aelin replied instead.

“Huh.” Rowan frowned at the dog. “I think she wants some.”

Indeed, Fleetfoot was sitting by Rowan’s foot, her tongue out while she flailed her golden tail. The smooth fucker.

“She’s not asking yet, she’s just being cute to prepare you for when she actually asks for it. Like when a kid does the dishes before asking the parents to go out.”

Rowan opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head, focusing back on the grill. She wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but stayed silent with the possibility of it being something about his own kid.

Aelin was bitter, but it was understandable if Rowan didn’t want to get involved in that fight. Even if his daughter is a two-faced liar who slept with Aelin’s loser boyfriend.

Rowan pointed at her with his chin. “What’re you reading?”

Aelin’s cheeks heated, so she hid her face behind the Kindle. “A book.”

“What book, Aelin?” he asked in a playful tone while sauntering her way.

“Um.” She cleared her throat. “The Knight’s Sword.”

He stopped by her side and raised his eyebrows, looking surprised by her answer. “That sounds nice. Is it action?”

“It does have a lot of action, yes.”

“Are you liking it?” Rowan picked his phone up. “I can’t remember the last time I read something that wasn’t about work.”

“No!” Aelin blurted, her heartbeat racing.

“What?”

“The sword is a metaphor! Not in the whole book, but—“

“A metaphor indeed.” Rowan’s eyebrows went higher than she’d like. “This armor from the cover doesn’t look safe, by the way. The knight’s abs aren’t even covered.”

“Dr. Whitethorn.” She held her chin up, despite the embarrassment. “Do you have something against my half-naked knight or the use of his metaphorical sword?”

“Not at all.” He held both hands up, then sat on the lounge chair next to hers. “So…” he trailed. “Knights, huh? That’s your thing?”

“It’s fun to read, but not my thing.” She leaned back on the chair and bit back a smirk. “I like doctors better.”

“Yeah?” Rowan straightened his posture, his carefully casual expression barely hiding his attentive, eager eyes. “Tell me about it.”

“Why are you so interested in my reading habits, Dr. Whitethorn?”

Rowan’s mouth was ajar as his eyes scanned her exposed body, and—

“ROWIE!” a familiar voice shouted from the side of the house. “ Did you get a dog?”

Aelin froze. As far as she knew, there was just one person in the world who called the ever-so-serious Dr. Whitethorn ‘Rowie’. He muttered something to the sky, then turned to Dr. Moonbeam’s approaching figure, holding a very heavy Fleetfoot like she were a baby.

”This yours?” He wiggled the overjoyed dog in his arms.

Aelin waved. “Mine, actually.”

Fenrys’ face snapped towards her, his mouth opened in surprise for a second before it turned into a smirk. “Look who’s here!” He tilted his head at Rowan. “I didn’t know you were throwing a party.”

The owner of the house pinched the bridge of his nose. “Neither did I.”

After putting Fleetfoot back on the floor, Fenrys handed Rowan two supermarket plastic bags. “I brought salad!”

Aelin burst a laugh into her hand, but Rowan just stood there, looking at his friend as if he couldn’t believe this was real. “Do you call a bunch of packed, unwashed ingredients, a salad?”

“Chop chop, cook boy!” Aelin called, her eyes glued back on her smutty book.

He shrugged. “I can do that.”

“No!” Rowan blurted with a finger up, “You’re not getting anywhere near my kitchen knives.”

Fenrys’ jaw went slack. “I’m literally a surgeon!”

“Good for you,” the unwilling host called on his way back inside the house. “My kitchen isn’t your OR.”

When Rowan was out of view, she relaxed back in the lounge chair, letting her little pouch out. She’d never underestimate again how good it feels to breathe.

Aelin noticed Fenrys’ curious gaze on her, so she squinted her eyes at him and said, “Do you always visit people without letting them know you’re coming?”

What she really wanted to ask him: Do you always crash into other people’s seduction plans? Do you delight in possibly cockblocking your best friend?

“I don’t need to announce myself to the owner of the house,” Fenrys said around an air quote. “Rowan should be glad he has some company that isn’t biopsy samples or Mora, the Microscope.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “And you, apparently. What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to seduce the owner of the house, “ she hissed through her teeth, arms crossed. “and you’re ruining it.”

“Gods, Aelin.” Fenrys tilted his head in mock confusion, not hiding his smirk. “I didn’t know the rent prices were that bad.”

Aelin shrugged and casually mentioned, ”I became homeless after the person I lived with cheated on me with the person I was going to live with.” She sighed, feigning nonchalance. ”So I announced my body in the Doctors’ notice board and moved in with the one with the biggest pool.”

“What? When was the announcement?” Fenrys glanced at the backyard and threw his hands up. “I demand a review of this decision, my pool is bigger than his!”

“Request denied.” Aelin picked on her nails, trying really hard to not laugh. “Fleetfoot’s already settled, and she doesn’t like the moving fuss.”

Fenrys slowly shook his head. “So you chose the doctor you have to work so hard to seduce it made you gave up on breathing, and not the one who’s been hitting on you for months?” his tone was playful despite his words, Fenrys’ trademark smirk on.

Aelin gasped, and she was ready to defend herself, but was interrupted by a sizzling sound coming from the grill.

Rowan was retrieving the meat and placing it on a tray, his movements sharps as he frowned at the barbecue as if it’d offended him. How in hell did they not see him coming back from the house?

If Fenrys was worried about how much Rowan heard of their conversation, he didn’t show. Instead, he was telling all the juicy gossip about the hospital’s love quadrangle, and how all four of them ended up in HR.

Aelin just stayed there, nodding and asking questions about it, ignoring the fact that Rowan had shut down after listening to that conversation. He only talked with them through noncommittal grunts while answering someone, but the barbecue was delicious, its charred scent filling her senses, and the sun was burning through her UV-protected skin. This was all she needed, not some weird grumpiness of a man who she’d already been clear with about how she felt.

Fleetfoot didn’t mind it, though, as long as Rowan—everyone, actually—kept giving her meat. The dog ate like there was no tomorrow, then napped by Aelin’s foot for a few minutes and jumped in the water.

“Fleetfoot!” she called, hurrying to the edge of the pool. “Come back here right now!”

That stubborn dog purposefully swam away from her.

”It’s fine,” said Rowan, despite his grumpiness today.

Aelin gave him a pointed look. “Your pool is going to be filled with dog hair.”

He waved her off. “The pool guy will come to clean it either way. At least someone’s swimming in the meantime.”

Fenrys grabbed Fleetfoot’s tennis ball and tossed it into the pool. “Go get it, girl!”

When her dog swam to retrieve the ball, as happy as she could be, Aelin’s shoulders dropped in resignation. “Fine,“ she relented, “but I’ll get a towel so she doesn’t wet the rest of the house.”

Aelin had been here for just two days, so she didn’t know where the towels were, but she did know Rowan kept some neatly folded ones in the guest bathroom. She stopped in the hallway, uncertain. Would he be okay with her using expensive-looking towels with the dog? He didn’t exactly give her rules about Fleetfoot—

Before she knew it, Aelin was being pulled by the arm and pressed up against the wall.

Fucking finally, she thought as she took Rowan in, caging her body with both forearms against the wall and hovering over her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said in a low, authoritative tone.

Forcing out a carefully innocent tone, Aelin asked, “What do you mean?”

Rowan just scanned her half-naked body and cocked his head at her, and right then, something about his forest-green eyes looked dangerously close to combustion.

Aelin bit her lip, toying with the ends of her hair. “Never seen a bikini, Doctor?”

“You and Fenrys seemed awfully close today,” he grunted, changing the subject. “And however long he’s been hitting on you, I’ve wanted you longer.”

“Yeah?” Those words and their gush of air against her skin sent a long shiver through her spine, spreading to her tingling limbs. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me tonight, Doctor?”

He touched their foreheads, his breath ragged. “Are you sure? You know I’m—“

“Shh.” Aelin caressed his cheek with her thumb, their breaths mingling. “We can deal with her,” she said, knowing Rowan was aware she meant his daughter. “And guys my age never touched me like you do,” Aelin whispered, “I don’t think they could.”

Then he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her. His lips were exploratory as he pried hers open, and Aelin melted into his touch, tangling herself in his arms and letting his tongue do whatever he wanted to.

She was out of breath and out of mind, massaging his tongue with hers and pressing their chests in search of any sort of friction. Aelin wasn’t, in any way, ready for when he broke the kiss.

Rowan was panting, their foreheads joined as he gripped her bare waist with both hands. “I should get rid of Fenrys.”

“Killjoy,” Aelin taunted, breathlessly chuckling against his lips. “He’d love to join.”

His firm touch turned into a pinch on her side. “Let’s see if I can find some good use for that tongue of yours.”

Aelin squealed from the attack, stepping away, and stood taller now that she was distant enough for him to fully look at her body.

Rowan leaned one arm against the wall, looked at her up and down and said in a low, raspy tone, “And if you’re trying to impress me, I like my women better when they’re able to breathe.”

“Noted,” Aelin said, her face heating on the spot as she relaxed her lower belly.

When he left to the backyard again, she went looking for his bedroom. Aelin hadn’t entered it before, but at least she knew where it was. He kept it all in earthy tones, with white walls, dark wood furniture and touches of green. The only bright colors were from his books, and she was almost sure Rowan was the only person to keep literature about bacteria in his room the same way normal people did with fiction books.

The sound of footsteps down the hallway made her sit on the side of his bed, thrusting her chest out and supporting herself with one arm.

“Hello, Doctor,” she purred when he walked in.

Rowan’s eyes darkened, and he strolled her way with powerful, purposeful steps. Instead of leaning in to kiss him, Aelin lied on the bed, luring him to join her.

“You look so pretty all spread out in my bed.”

“Do I?” She toyed with the string of her bikini top, teasing him further with a suggestive grin.

That was enough to make him stop looking and close their distance, kissing her mouth with a lot more hunger than he did before. He was crushing their bodies together, his hands going a lot further than her waist and neck. Aelin was squirming against him, her knees weak and her hips on fire as he played with her lips, kissed her neck, then went back to her mouth again.

Rowan’s hand that was cupping her breast put the bikini top aside for him to lick, nibble, flick his tongue against her breasts.

“Fuck,” Aelin moaned, untying the string of her two-piece and wrapping her legs around him, desperate for any type of friction.

Rowan stumbled away to get his clothes off, but she followed to help him undress. With no small amount of appreciation, she took his t-shirt off and slid her palms against his sculpted torso. Her hands went up, before she slid them further down and yanked his trunks and underwear down at the same time.

“Oh, Doctor,” she breathed with parted lips at the sight of his hard, bulging cock.

Aelin stroked it once, twice, before Rowan took her chin and commanded, “Your turn.”

She took a step back, untied the other string and threw her bikini top on the floor, every one of her moves intentionally provocative. Rowan’s eyes betrayed every thought going through his head as they roamed through her mostly naked body, then stopped on her heavy breasts, his hands going up and down with lazy movements around his cock.

“All of it,” he added.

Aelin turned around, and with her back to him, she bended a lot more than necessary to take out her panties. But before she finished, Rowan picked her up and threw her back on the bed, making her squeal with surprise.

“You brute!” she complained while getting the panties off her ankles. Gods, he didn’t even let her finish the little show.

Rowan was hovering over her, his face unyielding as he grasped her chin and said, “You’re going to sit on my face.”

All of Aelin’s breath left her chest, and now she was nothing but the burning sensation spreading from her hips, taking over her whole body. She flipped them around and sat on him, but not in the way he suggested. Instead, she decided to face the other way, giving her enough leverage to suck him while she did the same to him.

He slapped her ass in approval and mouthed her pussy. Aelin let out a long moan when he first licked her clit, writhing herself against his face. But then she licked the tip of his cock, making him grip her hips harder as she flooded him with sensation as well.

Everything he gave her, she gave back. It was like a game, teasing around each other’s pleasure. Aelin took him deep into her throat, making him hiss and lose his focus on her, then he’d plunge a finger inside her while working on her clit. If it made her stop to moan, or she countered and groaned around his cock, giving him an extra layer of sensation, he’d win either way.

That is, until Rowan added another finger and added extra pressure to her already swollen clit, sending Aelin over the edge. Aelin’s gut tightened and her legs were shaking around his face, all while her vision blurred and she took his cock out of her mouth to moan his name.

She fell like a cartoon by Rowan’s side once her climax was over. “Just give me a second.”

“Any time you want.”

He wrapped his arms around her, taking her lips again and making her taste herself in his mouth. The kiss was warm and long, but Aelin pulled him on top of her before it got too long.

Rowan put a condom on and, hovering above her, took a strand of hair off her face. “Are you sure?”

Aelin grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her. “For the millionth time, yes. Seriously, what does it take to get fucked around here—“

He thrust into her before she could finish the sentence, turning it into strangled gasps as Rowan stretched her whole.

“You alright over there?” he asked when she was filled all the way in.

Aelin’s breath was ragged, but she still found enough strength to tease him. “You think I can’t take you?”

Rowan’s eyes sparkled, and he started slow and deep, fucking her as if he had the whole day to use her. Probably because he had. It wasn’t her preferred pace, but it was really good. Aelin’s pleasure was slowly building, and she was arching her back to meet him deeper.

“Got yourself settled, baby?”

She hummed, holding back a lazy moan with her eyes closed, savoring the moment.

“Good.”

Then he plunged into her, turning their lazy pace into a hungry, merciless rhythm. Aelin cried out, her nerves on fire while she clutched his back and writhed her hips against his. As if this wasn’t enough, Rowan spread her legs, putting them up in a V-position and changing their angle enough to make her scream.

He was panting on top of her, but still said, “No sass now?”

The closest thing to a response Aelin managed was a string of curses. He was spreading her open in every sense of the word, and she was shamelessly pushing against his thrusts, her legs trembling near her head. Aelin’s muscles were tight, her skin burning and prickling with nothing but lust as she moaned and writhed and screamed his name each plunge.

She felt her peak coming, and Aelin clenched around Rowan’s cock, making him roll his eyes with pleasure and curse. They both lost composure, his hips stuttering as she went still and felt shockwaves gripping her body, moaning and holding onto each other as they were pushed over the edge.

Rowan fell by her side, then held her after disposing the condom.

“You alright?” he asked, searching for every cue in Aelin’s eyes.

“Perfect.” Her face was nothing but post-orgasm bliss. “Do you mind if I take a nap?”

What could she say? Rowan said he’d have his way with her, and he did so bad she was about to pass out in his bed, in the best way possible.

“Please do.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes and opened them again. “You can wake me up in, like, 10 minutes for round two.”

Rowan chuckled, hugging her closer. “You know I won’t.”

She lifted her head to squint her eyes at him. “I’m serious. If not for sex, I need to wake up so my dog doesn’t starve to death.”

“If I had to come up with possible causes of death for Fleetfoot, starvation is be the last one I’d consider.”

Aelin gasped. “Are you calling me a bad mother?”

“Shh.” Rowan kissed her forehead. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

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lustfulcat · 11 months

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MY FIRST NOVEL IS OFFICIALLY ON AMAZON!

Let me interrupt my usual BL content to bring you MY FIRST GAY ROMANCE NOVEL

Addicted is Book One in my new Series The Pointe of Love. I'm so excited and thrilled about this and I am humbly asking my followers to pre-order? You won't lose out because this book contains:

-an age-gap workplace romance

-hurt/comfort

-grilled cheese sandwiches and bad dad jokes

-six steamy sex scenes

Also, would you be so kind as to signal boost and follow my author account? *bats eyelashes*

This is a big career change for me and I'm trying to get into the Gay Romance Top 100 so any help would be SO appreciated ♥

BLURB BELOW THE CUT

An older man. A forbidden workplace romance. And secrets that could destroy everything. Liam Gray is a mess. Still grieving over a tragedy, he’s shut himself off from life. All he has left is his job at the The Pointe wedding hall. Lucky him - he gets to watch other people’s happily ever afters when he’ll never have his own. And then his new boss - a dangerously tempting old crush - turns everything upside down. Owen Parker has lost it all. Coming out has cost him his career, his marriage, and even his son. When he gets an offer to manage The Pointe, he’s thrilled to run into Liam again - the troubled and alluring young man he’s been fixated on for years. But Liam isn’t so thrilled. He’s overwhelmed with feelings he doesn’t want and it pushes him over the edge, making him turn to pills to escape his pain. As the two of them work together night after night, their attraction grows - along with Liam’s addiction. Both fight their desire, trying to remain professional as they battle cranky clients, nosy staff, and their own demons but, as the lines between them start to blur, secrets are revealed that may cost them their only chance at love. Will Liam and Owen be able overcome the scars of loss, heal the things they’ve kept hidden, and find their way to happiness together? Addicted is the 120K first book in The Pointe of Love series. It contains an age-gap workplace romance with hurt/comfort, wedding hall shenanigans, bad dad jokes, grilled cheese sandwiches, high-heat scenes that will scorch your kindle, and an HEA with no cliffhangers. All books in The Pointe of Love series can be read as standalones, as they each follow a different couple, but they’re much more fun when read together.

#mmromance #gayromance #please pre-order please please #there is a size difference too #I am so excited about this #but also nauseous #it's like posting my first fanfic but more alskhalhslka

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bonefall · 11 months

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I sent an ask early but I now have a better way to rephrase the ask. What we’re the first signs of cat civilization, like the first tools or fires

A healed femur is always the first sign of civilization. A broken femur is an intense, severe injury which kills any animal who doesn't have a society to set the fracture, and hunt for them for the many months it'll take to heal the bone

But I think the first big sign the researchers came across was an oven, in WindClan. It was an easy thing to miss, for people who weren't paying attention. It's made of flat stones, but a rudimentary thing like it was all shoved together. You'd guess some hooligan teenagers made it for fun one day

But then... you look a bit closer. Nearby is a little stone with a dip in the center, worn smooth. Blackened kindle shows that there was fire being used here. Now you know it's an oven, not just some odd stone structure. And what teenager would make a mortar?

And then you think a little harder. If it's an oven then it's an oven-- but why so low? In fact, the entire thing is small. It wouldn't have been much more effort to pick some bigger rocks, or, not cover the top in the first place. There's some deer hunters in these hills, no reason why they wouldn't want to grill up some meat strips just for fun, but then why make it an oven and not just a grilling stone?

With the knowledge of the cat who attacked a bulldozer in mind, suddenly, it clicks. But... no. No, just because a cat attacks a worker doesn't mean they can use fire.

Does it?

#millie's radio collar

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derekhalesbian · 2 months

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🔥+ Derek Hale

YES THANK YOU MY BLORBO MY SCRUNKLY MY BABYGIRL. LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND KINDLING TO MY SOUL. I LOVE HIM AND I HAVE SO MANY OPINIONS, HERE IS A LIST:

- idk how unpopular this truly is but that man is demisexual to his core. i understand how ppl see him as bi and that’s valid but in my heart of hearts he is demisexual and also fighting for his life every single day struggling to understand what people (read: erica and stiles) are talking about when they find strangers attractive. until he gets to know someone and cares for them the most he can muster up is “that sure is a face. on a body, even.”

- he was closer to peter than he was to talia or even laura, pre-fire

- he’s actually very emotionally intelligent and in touch with his feelings. you know. when he’s not literally in survival mode 24/7 and living in essentially a tent but worse and hasn’t been able to process an incredibly huge trauma bc of all the other traumas happening in real time. he just doesn’t know what the fuck to do with those emotions once he’s tapped into them.

- on that note, he’s actually very expressive. its just subtle and when he’s next to stiles “elastic face” stilinski it doesn’t come across as obviously

- he respects stiles and stiles’ abilities more than anyone else in the pack

- his fatal flaw is that he trusts too easily and sees the best in people, no matter how hard he tries not to and no matter how many times life has punished him for doing so

- derek is, at his very core, a decent and well-intentioned person. no matter how misguided he is, he is never truly malicious towards anyone but those who have wronged him and those he cares about over and over again. and even then the malice is more about stopping them from doing more damage than real vengeance. he’s just a little bit of an asshole at the same time as being a good person.

- he’s a switch but when it comes down to it he prefers subbing. he just doesn’t feel like he can sub for anyone bc it makes him so vulnerable and he thinks he looks weak, so he doesn’t actually discover this preference until he’s years into his relationship with stiles and they’re uncomfortably comfortable with each other and he’s done enough weird sexual shit for stiles (cough werewolf kink cough cough) he knows stiles won’t judge him for like. wanting to wear lace and be told he’s a good boy

- when he’s NOT in survival mode he’s actually really snobby about hygiene and neatness and personal care products. stiles uses a 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash and derek is so offended by it they almost break up (but then stiles switches to something fancy and unscented and derek finds he kind of misses the weird artificial tree smell of the 3-in-1)

- autism be damned my boy can work a grill

- he’s actually really good with kids. not in a traditional sense bc he’s awkward with them mostly but most children under 12 seem to love him anyways

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anewnewcrest · 2 months

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From Kayleigh Bell's Prayer Journal

I was so looking forward to this vacation... and now I'm back home, and I am so disappointed, even though I pray for contentment and a grateful spirit. I just wanted to rest and put my feet up and nap all day, because I'm in my third trimester, my back hurts, my feet hurt, I have to pee every five minutes, and I'm still nauseous, because the people who said the nausea goes away after the first trimester? They're wrong.

But Nathan said that it was an opportunity of a lifetime, and he dragged me here, and he dragged me there, with that boundless energy of his, and we had to go look at everything, and we went fishing, and then when we got to our vacation home, he got to put his feet up while I cooked a dinner I couldn't even eat because there was fish in it, and cleaned up everything, alone, without Donna's help. The place didn't even have a proper stove, just a fire pit and an outdoor grill, so I had to cook three meals a day on that! I thought I was done with that when I married Nathan, but no! It's an adventure, he said! It's not an adventure, it's just memories of me crying because the kindling wouldn't take and my younger siblings screaming for the food I couldn't make now! Staying at home would have been easier, but I can't say that out loud. I don't want to sound ungrateful... it was so expensive, and we won't be going again soon, and...

"Kayleigh? What are you writing?"

"Nothing. Just my prayer journal."

"You must be overflowing with gratitude, after a vacation away from home, without the kids!"

"I..."

"In my day, I never got a break from the kids! Mommy is always on duty! It must have been very nice that someone else was taking care of them for you."

"Yes, so very nice. Thank you so much."

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protagonistspub · 1 year

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Up To No Gouda by Linda Reilly

Up to No Gouda by Linda Reilly was an unexpected Kindle purchase when the publisher sent me a review copy of the third book in the series, which releases on the 31st of January 2023. It is a cozy mystery set in a small town in Vermont. The premise sounds ridiculous if I am honest, a diner specializing in grilled cheese? I was highly skeptical if I’m honest. I went into this book fully expecting…

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Catching Up with Gen Padalecki

The run up to the holidays is packed with parties and festive events, gift buying, travel prepping and wrapping up all the loose ends of the year. Add to that running a business and a book club, acting, being a wife (to actor and entrepreneur Jared Padalecki) and mama of three (two boys and a girl), and things are busy for Genevieve Padalecki. We caught up with Gen, and talked about things from family and their new farm to two of her passions, books and towwn. Short for Take Only What You Need, towwn is a site she started with longtime friend Kelly Mickle to help people sustainably win the battle against burnout, both for themselves and the planet, with tips from eco-friendly kitchen swaps and sustainable sandals to self-care.

You’ve lived in Austin for more than 12 years, what advice would you give someone new to Austin?

Embrace the weird, always say ‘hi’ to your neighbor, don’t judge opinions and views that might differ from yours, rather try to understand where others are coming from.

What do you love about living in Austin?

I love the eclectic collaborative community. I've always felt like I could be completely myself here.

What are you most looking forward to this holiday season?

Family time.

How are you and your family celebrating the holidays this year?

We are doing things differently this year and giving our family an adventure.

What are some of your favorite holiday traditions?

I love all the decorating, crafting, and meal making. I find it therapeutic and I love when my kids propose the activity.

Do you have a recipe you love to make around the holidays?

We love cooking during the holidays and all the kiddos love to contribute. It can range from a great lasagna to a medium rare steak (cooked by our 10-year-old), to my husband's favorite, tomato soup with grilled cheese croutons. The holidays are so fun and gathering with friends and family for a meal is the best part.

How long have you had your book club?

I started my book club when we went into lockdown. I wanted a way to connect with people and have an outlet. I reached out asking for a “this or that” book pick for the month and Southern Book Clubs’ Guide to Slaying Vampires was a fan favorite. Next thing I know Grady Hendrix and I are zooming and chatting about his book. It’s been a wild couple of years and I am so inspired and feel so incredibly grateful for all the insightful, thoughtful and thought-provoking, stunning and beautiful writers I have been able to meet, converse and collaborate with because of it.

What are some you’d recommend for gifting this year?

Pony, Red, White and Royal Blue, The Overstory, Tribe, Letters to a Young Athlete, Why We Sleep and Into Thin Air.

How do you consume books? Do you prefer real books, audiobooks, kindle?

I prefer old-fashioned books I can hold in my hand. There’s something so wonderful about the sensory experience, the weight, the pages in between my fingers, turning a page, the smell of the binding. It just adds to the experience and for me is a delectable rush. I also love a good audiobook, especially with all the driving I do, but it all depends on the narrator.

What’s new with towwn?

towwn is growing so quickly and we’re incredibly proud of our community. We just launched our TikTok channel to help spread our anti-perfectionism message about the planet and ourselves to reach new audiences. We’re also building an informative and fun newsletter.

What do you hope to see in the evolution of TOWWN in 2023?

Our main focus is reaching people who want to find solutions to burnout for themselves and the planet, regardless of background and politics. We’re looking at hosting more events where we can bring people together for these kinds of conversations, curating products to help people solve these challenges. You can learn more on our Instagram @towwn.

You and Jared recently bought a farm…

Yes, we love nature and I’m obsessed with soil health and regenerative farming. I’m hoping we slowly let the land speak to us and thoughtfully nurture biodiversity and tend to the soil as best we can. I’d like to have rotational cover crops as well as grazing animals to contribute to this beautiful symbiotic relationship. It’s also nice having a refuge for our family to get messy and breathe in and get lost in the woods so to speak.

What accomplishment are you most proud of in 2022?

I'm most proud of my family. They are what I am so grateful for.

You went back to ‘Walker, Texas Ranger’ this season in flashbacks, any desire or plans on the horizon to return to more acting?

Definitely, if it works for our family schedule.

You and Jared have been married 12 years, any advice on having a marriage with longevity?

Marriage is the best and most amazing adventure in the world. And like farming, there are some good seasons and not so great ones. Marriage takes a lot of love and nurturing. Throughout our lives we change and evolve into many different people. So, in a partnership, you’re both constantly growing and it’s impossible to always grow together, whether in parallel lines or intertwined at the same time. The best advice that’s been helpful for me is to take time and try and understand where your partner is coming from, and before reacting to anything that maybe feels a bit incendiary or frustrating, give it 24 hours.

What’s something one of your kids did lately that surprised you or made you laugh?

Well, I'm currently watching my 8-year-old try and tell me U2 is the best band of all time I had no idea he knew U2! My oldest sang a song in mandarin at a school talent show and my youngest gave her best ‘Hocus Pocus’ rendition dancing on our kitchen table - all in the last 24 hours! I don't know why I'm surprised by their theater bug, but clearly it's shining through.

Quick Fire Questions

Favorite book of 2022: Four Treasures of the Sky by Austin’s own Jenny Tinghui Zhang was outstanding - and it was her debut novel

Last show you binged: House of Dragons & The Bear with Jeremy Allen White

Favorite method of self-care: Taking a time out for myself and remembering to be kind to myself and set that example.

Favorite restaurant to eat out: Emmer & Rye, Soto, WuChow

Favorite place to order in: Torchys

Go-to cocktail: Extra dirty martini or a good old fashioned beer is really my fav.

If you could have one superpower: To go back in time

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Iron, with a smothering kiss of cold earth, has been locked around his jaw and hugs the base of his skull. Furiously stormy eyes glare from above the solid muzzle, from under frizzy white hair.

When the metal rod nears his thigh, it’s the first time that that defiance and rage falter. Eyes full of hatred suddenly flit downward to lock onto the metal that glows white at the tip and red a few inches further down. The heat radiates off of it and caresses him in a sensation worse than creepy trailing fingertips. The branding iron is moved slowly enough that he sees his coarse hairs curl up and smolder before the burning even really starts.

The room is getting darker. Major’s eyes rise for a half second to blink rapidly at the lightbulb above him, which holds steady and bright even as his vision darkens at the edges. The branding iron makes contact and for a second it feels startlingly cold. Short quick hummingbird-wing-beat breaths huff out from his nose over the muzzle. He thought he would scream, like the last time he got burnt. But he hears a high-pitched dog-with-its-tail-stuck-under-a-tire sound, and then the world swallows him whole, and he feels numbness and unconsciousness flood in.

Whimper-whine-wail. Whimper-whine-wail. Whimper-whine-wail. As he wakes, Major’s nose and eyebrows crumple towards each other, and he groans. Someone’s being a pussy, really close to him, and it’s fucking annoying. Someone’s making stupid hurt sounds, and… wait. It’s the exact same every time. Teary eyes blink open, and he can make out a small black recording device through his grogginess. The play button is stuck down and his own cries spill out of it on a loop. Agony is kindled in his leg and he shudders, stiffly moving his aching body to roll onto his back and untangle his ankles. At his thigh, which he refuses to look at, there is what feels like a burn a foot long and just as wide. It can’t be that big, he’d have a fever or be screaming his head off, he knows. But it hurts that much, and every nerve within a fucking mile radius of the small burn is shrieking in protest.

The healer tries to reach down to fix it, just let magic spill over the burn and erase it. But the muscles in his shoulder twitch and the limb doesn’t budge. Head rolling until his cheek smushes against the floor, he sees that his arm is chained down to a metal grate. Strong thin black bars, and a void beneath. Smells like… like… Beneath the muzzle, he whines low, eyes widening. Just his left arm is chained down to a grill in the floor. They’re gonna, they’re gonna fucking-

A whoosh and a roar sends Major flinching to the right, but his arm won’t budge. The dark room bursts into bright orange with the light cast from the fire underneath the grate. For three heartbeats it feels comfortably warm, the air rippling with the heat.

For long enough to send his mind scattering and spiraling in shards, screams are caught by the muzzle. In the haze of wishing he had no body and wishing for ice and numbness and to pass out, he reaches with his other hand to try to tear the chains away, and shriek-sobs harder when that just gets him a second burnt hand.

Finally, finally after passing out with sweat trapped beneath the muzzle and tears and snot across his face, his body lies limp as his crispy arm is extricated from the chains and the grate. And when he wakes, he learns that he wasn’t burning for an eternity, but for two and a half minutes. That’s how long the recording echoes his maddening screams before it loops again.

#whump #ocs #mine #burning #burns tw #chains #major #his dialogue is so one note that i decided to muzzle him #he is VERY cute when he's hyperventilating and writhing and screaming!#muzzled #captivity #torture #losing consciousness

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liloinkoink · 1 year

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hey what if i said i had more lamplight. we once again hop to somewhere random in the timeline and just run with it. you can consider this part one of… an actual plot event™

The catalyst is, of all things, a joke. Not even a particularly funny one, which really makes the whole thing all the more ridiculous. It goes something like this:

Night falls, and with it drops any of Martyn’s motivation to keep traveling. Sure, his lantern usually keeps the beasts at bay, but he can only do so much about the ones he wanders into when he walks by himself.

As such, as soon as his tired feet find a proper clearing, he’s settling down, leaning his lantern against a tree to begin collecting the supplies that will soon become the base of a campfire. Said lantern dims to a low red, his god already complaining about what has rapidly become his least favorite routine.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Martyn comments as darkness rushes into the clearing, “I’d think you want me to starve.”

There’s a loud pop inside the lantern. Martyn doesn’t look, instead walking off to find enough stones to set up the site of his campfire in the meager moonlight. His god’s refusal to cooperate and light the clearing makes this task significantly more difficult than it needs to be, but Martyn isn’t above complaining about it.

“I did say when we met that I wasn’t a pious man. I don’t know what you expected from me.” Martyn says, picking up a couple of stones. He doesn’t need that many, since his god is perfectly able to keep from burning out of control without a designated site, but he likes to think the offering of a decorated campfire mitigates the sin of using his god as a grill.

The clearing gets no brighter. He arranges a few smooth stones on a clear patch of grass, making the beginnings of a neat circle. The lantern sizzles.

“It’s just more efficient to have you help me out then to light a new fire. No need to collect kindling, significantly less smoke in my eyes…” Martyn looks up, pushing his bangs out of his face so he can level a stare across the dark clearing, “Would you be happier about it if I started praying before meals?”

His god’s light doesn’t get any brighter. A no, then.

“For the best. I don’t really know any prayers like that. I’d be rubbish at making one up,” Martyn says. He puts one hand to his chest, then raises another in the air, “‘O divine being of holy light, please help me cook my pork chops right.’ Or no, maybe… ‘Guide me to grill without mistake, so the perfect potato I might bake.’ Okay, no. I have to stop, I’m making myself hungry.”

The clearing lights up gradually to the sound of a crackling fire. He huffs, turning his attention back to the ground, a fond smile on his face.

“You know, m’lord, if you really didn’t want to help me cook, you could always say so,” Martyn says, “I get it if you don’t want to be the repeat subject of sacrilege. I’m not going to hold it against you that long if you decide to, I don’t know, vaporize my dinner.”

The lantern splutters, but the clearing doesn’t get any dimmer. Martyn knows his god would never—they’ve made too many meals together for Martyn think his god anything other than offended at the notion he wouldn’t help him with anything, no matter how far below his station.

Martyn can’t imagine most gods he’s heard of being willing to put up with half the things his does, or spending their time doing menial chores. He’s heard of other gods wiling to smite even their most devout for less than the sort of thing Martyn pulls every day, and yet.

Martyn smiles to himself. He arranges the last stone, then pushes up from his knees and onto his feet.

“You’re not a usual god,” Martyn muses, dusting off his pant legs, “but I’m not a usual paladin.” He turns toward the lantern, “So I’d say that works out for us.”

His god doesn’t make a sound, but the light from the lantern burns into a soft, hazy gold. His god’s smiles may not be traditional, but Martyn’s learned to recognize them when he sees them.

Martyn walks over to his god’s side, stopping to tap the glass with his knuckles. The flames inside bend toward the point of contact, and Martyn draws his hand back to see the brief appearance of a handprint inside.

Ever since the tavern fire, his god’s been appearing more like this—a hand, an eye, a smile. The fire’s rarely big enough to fit all of him, but Martyn relishes the glimpses when he gets them.

“You’re a bit of a sap, you know?” Martyn says, instead of any of that, though the fondness in his voice betrays him. He unhooks the lantern from its staff, holding it in both hands. Even the metal is colder than it should be—hot, sure, but never enough to burn him.

“And that,” Martyn stage-whispers, lifting the lantern up to his face, “is how you get away with using a god to make dinner.”

The lantern sizzles, rattling the latch. Snickering under his breath, Martyn walks back and sets the lantern down by his ring of stones.

He unhooks the latch and reaches in with both hands, scooping up the fire inside. Despite his god’s complaining, the flames are only as warm as a hand held in Martyn’s own.

“Besides, I know you like the excuse to come out of your lantern,” Martyn says, raising the fire up to once again be level with his own face. His god doesn’t respond to that, which Martyn takes to mean that he’s right. He laughs, and the light runs gold. “Too bad. If only you weren’t fire, then I could never use you to cook again.”

The fire in Martyn’s hands explodes. His god is fireworks, large and loud and bright and sudden, detonating in Martyn’s face.

Martyn jerks back, holding his god away from himself in a too-late attempt to spare his eyes from the flash. The fire in his hands sparks wildly, and the ribbons of buffeted flame writhe as if Martyn were sitting in a wind storm.

“What on Earth was that for?!” Martyn yelps, blinking in an attempt to clear the stars burnt into his retinas, “Dude, ow. I know I said you could say something, but I didn’t mean you should blind me in the process!”

His god has shrunk back down to a normal size, but he’s still white-bright and sparking. Martyn’s never seen him agitated like this before.

He snaps to his feet, casting his eyes around over his shoulder, his god held close to his chest. It’s easy to see the edges of the clearing with the fire in his hands so bright, but there’s not a thing around. It’s not alarm, then…

“Are you… excited about something?” Martyn asks, looking back to his hands. The fire brightens further, and Martyn turns back the last few moments in his head. “Because I said… you didn’t have to cook anymore if you weren’t fire?”

Rapid crackling. Frantic sparks. Martyn can hardly see his own hands for the blinding light held within.

“I didn’t think you would be so excited about the idea you wouldn’t have to cook anymore,” Martyn mutters, “But unless you know how to—… Wait.”

His god blazes so bright, Martyn may as well be holding a star. For the first time since they met, the heat against his skin starts to feel a little too intense, but Martyn doesn’t dare put him down.

“You’re joking,” Martyn says. More frantic sparks and flailing movements. His god is starting to look a lot like a very angry cat trying to desperately tear through a sealed bag.

Suddenly Martyn understands the explosion, because he feels like he could scream. If he had to guess, he’d say that his god’s probably trying to.

“Oh my god,” Martyn whispers. He slides down to ground, a graceless decent that’s more falling than it is sitting. “Is that— Could you— What do—…” Martyn trails off, “Have you just been waiting for me to say something like that this whole time?”

A starburst of sparks. Martyn laughs, a note higher than normal.

“That’s not something you can just do, is it?” Martyn asks. The fire gets dimmer. “Right, of course not, because why else would you let me carry you around in a box all the time if you… ” Martyn trails off, moving the fire to one hand so that he can run the other through his hair. He has so many questions, but there’s only one that matters. “Is… How do I help?”

#lamplight au #lew writes #lew library #i’m setting something else up. also i really needed the cooking thing to exist bc it’s very important to me personally #it ends where it does bc i didn’t think playing 20 questions was going to be like #interesting to read OR write for this. just trust me #i’ll explain how it works next time

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May I request camping fluff with Caranthir with his edain s/o (fem), maybe a little spicy near the end (if you don't mind ofcourse)

ahhh yes <3 I love Caranthir! Thank you for the request. I hope you like your fic.

Atop the Soft Green Earth | Caranthir x Fem!Reader

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶 (mild)

Pairing: Caranthir/Fem Human!Reader

Warnings/tags: No warnings! This is mostly fluff with some grinding, fingering, and a bit of clothed sex near the end.

Minors DNI - your media consumption is your own responsibility.

“What are you working on?” you ask, looking over your shoulder where you’re stacking up wood and kindling in the newly made firepit. Caranthir is seated crosslegged on the grass, notebook open in his lap, sketching.

He doesn’t answer you.

A fond smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You get the fire going and then get up, dusting your knees off and crossing the clearing to crouch next to him and turn your attention to the notebook.

It’s a map. You can see the snaking river which he seems to have painstakingly matched bend for bend, the hillock the two of you had passed a quarter-mile back, and the mountain that looms in the northward distance. All sketched with upmost skill, laid out in mathematical precision.

“Come eat,” you say.

“You only just got the fire going,” Caranthir replies absently.

“I thought you weren’t paying attention?”

“I am always paying attention,” he says in that same tone, though it carries a hint of annoyance.

You give one of his dark braids a fond tug, to which he swats at you, but there’s a twinkle of mirth in his eyes that tells you he’s not cross. After that, you leave him to his map and set about gutting the fish the two of you had caught that afternoon, filleting them, and setting them up to grill over the fire. Some of the coals you rake out to bury two potatoes in so they can bake.

Caranthir really is paying attention, because once you’re done he sets his notebook aside to let the ink dry and then comes over to help you clean up, then takes a seat with you by the fire.

You lean your head on his shoulder and Caranthir rests his cheek on top of your head, and the pair of you sit in some time in the comfortable silence that passes between you while the fish sizzles and the fire hisses and pops. The sky begins to blaze. The peach and fire-gold light reflects in Caranthir’s dark eyes and turns them the color of molten gold.

When the fish and potatoes are done, you eat together. Caranthir shares the wine he’s brought in his saddle flask. His spicy and sweet, and warms your throat on its way down to curl in your belly like a dragon.

One by one, the stars wink to life. The fire dies down. You poke at it and watch the sparks fly upward to join their glittering white counterparts.

“Tell me a tale,” Caranthir whispers softly as the pair of you sit there, tracing shapes in the night sky.

“What kind of a tale?” you ask.

“A love story,” he replies. There’s something wistful in it.

You lift your head from his shoulder and look up at him. “The Elves have so many, though!”

“I would like to hear something new,” he says, turning to face you.

You have to think for a moment. Eventually, you come up with the story: a king treacherously murdered by his brother, who cut him to pieces -- a king whose life loved him so dearly that she gathered all those scattered pieces and threw them into the sky, where he was born anew and hung there now, eternally, as a god.

“Did she ever get to see him again?” Caranthir asks.

You rest your head on his shoulder again and point up to a particular constellation. “Yes. That’s him there. And that,” you trace across the sky eastward, “Is his wife. The gods took pity on her in her grief and made her a goddess, so she could join her husband and they would never again be parted from each other.”

“Romantic,” he murmurs.

“Mm, and deliciously sad,” you agree.

Caranthir leans forward to stir the coals a bit more. A few flames come to life and lick at the air, and just as quickly fade. The fire spins long shadows in the trees that might look eerie on any other night, but here with Caranthir you feel perfectly safe.

He rests his hand on your thigh. You turn to kiss him.

It’s soft, chaste. Caranthir’s mouth is warm against yours. He lets out a little sigh and nips at your bottom lip, then pulls you over to straddle his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, hooking your chin over his shoulder, flattening your body along the long, flat planes of his until you can feel his heartbeat against your own.

Caranthir is quiet. He simply holds you, idly tracing the curve of your spine. Then, he nips at your neck and soothes the bite with a kiss that has you melting against him with a breathy sigh.

“You’re not tired from the ride?” he asks in your ear.

“Not really,” you say. You are tired, but not so tired that you’d rather just go to bed for the night. To prove it, you roll your hips, grinding down into him. Caranthir groans, his hand tightening around your waist. He bites your neck again, and that pulls a whimper out of you, makes heat pool between your legs, makes you rock your hips into his growing length. It catches against your clit and feels so good.

Soon the little clearing is full with Caranthir’s low hitches of breath and your own soft whimpers. He curls his fingers around your hips and tugs, encouraging you as you grind down on him until he’s rock hard beneath you and there’s a wet spot where you’re leaking into your riding trousers. The night has cooled, raising gooseflesh over your skin, but you hardly feel it.

Caranthir kisses a line along your jaw, then captures your mouth as he adjusts his grip so he can slip a hand into your trousers. The second he finds how wet you are, both of you moan.

“Soaked, are we?” he whispers.

“Fuck me?” you breathe against his mouth.

Caranthir pushes two fingers inside of you without preamble. You clutch at his shoulder and cry out. He curls them, pumps them in, out, in-- at an almost punishing pace until your thighs are shaking and you’re coming all over his hand.

You shove his fingers away the second you come back to your senses and sit back on your haunches long enough to shuck yourself out of your riding trousers, yank open his belt buckle, unlace his trousers, and pull out his cock. It’s hot and pulsing in your hands. Caranthir hisses and bucks up into your touch. You shove him, pushing him down to the grass, and climb on.

Caranthir swears, lets his head fall back against the grass, and lets you ride him.

By the end of it, you’ve come again twice, and he bursts inside you with a sharp cry that you swallow in a kiss. He’s unable to hold still during it, pounding up into you, holding you in place with a grip on your hips that’s hard enough to bruise and you love it.

The two of you curl up together afterward in your bedroll. Caranthir runs his hands through your hair, traces the curve of your spine, admires the bruises he’s left on your hips, and lets you sleep.

#caranthir #spicy #caranthir x reader #caranthir x you #lotr x reader #lotr x you

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