Shane can't imagine his first practice on home ice will be that different to a Metros one, but instead of the usual deferential or wary nods upon arrival, he's greeted by air horns, claps on the back, streamers, and cheers. His locker is decorated with colorful bunting and a sign that says 'Welcome to the team, Holzy!" above a drawing of all of the centaurs as, well, centaurs.
"Is it always like this?" Shane laughs as he pulls confetti out of his hair.
"They're actually quiet today," says Ilya, looking around in concern, "I think they are indimidated by you."
Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW – Explicit sexual content, sex, dom/sub vibes, spanking. 18+ only.
A/N: thank you for requesting our favorite big blue mando
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You’d known Paz Vizsla for years, working odd jobs with him here and there until he’d suddenly disappeared. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out why. Mandalorians were already a rare breed and Imperials were keen on hunting them for sport. After the fall of the Empire, you expected your old partner to resurface and you steadfastly ignored your disappointment when he didn’t.
Then, a few months ago, he randomly dropped into the booth across from you in the seediest cantina on Corellia. He said he needed your help with something big. You’d been so excited to see him, you didn’t even think before accepting the job. You didn’t need to. Not with him.
One job turned into another and before you knew it, you’d taken up a permanent residence on his wildly outdated Turbostorm-class gunship. It was only a matter of time before you ended up beneath him on his much too small cot on his ship. What surprised you was how gentle the hulking Mandalorian was with you. In the dark, large hands caressed your body. A soft mouth with full lips trailed kisses across your skin. Quiet I love yous whispered against the shell of your ear. A sentiment you eagerly returned. It was as if years of fighting next to each other had given way to something so much softer than you could’ve ever anticipated.
Until today.
Everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong when you’d crossed paths with rogue stormtroopers working for an overzealous warlord on Cato Neimoidia. It might’ve been your fault. But you never could resist an opportunity to make fun of a few stormtroopers.
Paz was furious. And, as much as it pained you to admit, understandably so.
When the two of you finally made it back to the safety of his ship, he didn’t even give you a chance to apologize, didn’t so much as strip off a single piece of his armor, before he wrapped a hand around your bicep and drug you to his room.
Which was how you ended up face down with Paz’s full weight pressing you into the cot’s thin bedroll as he fucked you into it.
“Why can’t you ever keep your fucking mouth shut, cyare?” he asked darkly though gritted teeth. His hand pressed against your cheek, fingers slipping into your mouth as he held your face down against the coarse fabric. You couldn’t answer him if you wanted to. Not even to apologize. Although you supposed that was probably the point. “And you never–” His thighs smacked loudly against yours as he drove into you. “Never fucking listen to me.”
You whimpered around his fingers, drool pooling on the cot beneath you, and you clenched around him. The heady mix of pain and pleasure clouded your mind, consumed your body.
“Do you like it when I hurt you?” he asked. You could hear the cockiness lacing his voice even though the modulator. He already knew the answer. Another hard thrust of his hips had you moaning a pathetic, broken yes. “You should have told me sooner. I wouldn’t have held back this whole time.”
Your lust-addled brain produced a single, desperate thought:
He was holding back?
A gloved hand smacked your ass. Hard. You swore you could already feel the bruise blooming on your skin when his hand came down on you once, twice more, each one earning a sharp yelp even as you arched towards him, your body practically begging for more.
“You’re going to feel this in the morning, cyare,” he rasped lowly.
“One of these days Vizsla,” you panted through ragged breaths, “it’s going to be me on top.”
He pushed deep inside you before leaning over you. The curved blue cheek of his helmet grazed your bare one. “Can’t fucking wait.” You gasped at the thought, wondering exactly what the warrior would let you do to him. When he spoke again, his voice was a low growl. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”
something georgenap please🥺 them just flirting and being lovey to each other in their way
Just imagine 🔥💙
George waking up in the middle of the night. Super exhausted, but desperately needing water. He stumbles out of bed, leaving a whining Sapnap.
Making it to the kitchen, as well as taking and drinking a glass of water, he just, stands at the counter, taking in the silent atmosphere of the room he's in. Before he could move, a pair of arms wrap around his waist and immediately-
"You okay?"
Sapnap is there. Through tired eyes, George can see that Sapnap is still sleeping, though he can see the concern lingering in his expression. George laughs softly before, leaning his head back, causing Sapnap to smile before kissing along the others neck gently.
"I'm fine. I just wanted something to drink."
George would dismiss, having Sapnap relax fully. Then, without warning, he picks the other up without much effort before, carrying him right back to bed, both of them giggling and bickering all the way there.
A soft, sleepy moment between the two, ending up back in bed, cuddling close with soft whispers and kisses. 💙
There were only a few constants to the ever-changing landscape of Wounded Coast, constantly torn apart by harsh, unrelenting winds from the sea. These were the salty dunes, and the long menacing shadows cast by melancholic sunset, and there were always bodies of some poor sods either stupid enough to challenge Hawke's merry band of misfits or unfortunate enough to fall prey to many dangers of the region. And as common as it was to see sun falling towards the darkening sea, so it was for Eris to lose herself in thought.
After making sure their camp's fire pit was set and stew was bubbling, Eris sat down to pick a humble burdock flower from the ground, and her thoughts, unsurprisingly, turned towards certain prickly companion, who was currently busy with Aveline hauling bandit corpses over the nearest cliff so that they could have a moderately comfortable spot to camp for the night.
Lately Eris had come to the conclusion that she loved that underfed elf. Desperately so. She wondered how that had come to be.
It wasn’t for his looks, even though she found him dashing; the cruel markings were not enough to dim his effortless beauty. It wasn't even the voice, smooth enough to melt the stone she was currently perched on. It was the honesty, Eris concluded.
For all the spiky armour and aloof manners, Fenris was like an open book to anyone who cared enough to learn about him more. And Eris never passed a book without at least peeking in.
She liked what she saw. Under the rough leather cover, there was an unconquerable will, a burning fire of hope and a lonely soul desperate for meaningful connection.
Eris tenderly brushed her fingers over the tiny flower's fluffy crown. Then Fenris settled down beside her.
"Does studying weeds bring you closer to solving the secrets of our Universe?" he asked with a chuckle.
"No, you git!" she said, and hit him right in the ribs with a well-aimed elbow. He winced and rubbed his side, but nevertheless kept smiling. Taking the burdock flower from Eris' hand, he studied it intently.
"I was actually thinking it reminded me of you," she continued tentatively.
"Clingy and useless?" he said with a frown.
Eris measured him with a glare. "Beautiful and resilient, actually.” She was rewarded with an adorable blush spreading over his freckled cheeks.
Fenris turned away for a moment, and that moment was enough for her to regret her words. She started panicking and thinking of at least four different ways to turn the conversation into a joke before flinging herself off the nearest cliff, just to be sure she never embarrassed herself like this again.
And then his brilliant green eyes were back with that intense look that was unique to him.
"There isn't a flower in this world that could be compared to your exceptional beauty, Hawke."
“I...ummmm...oh, wow".
Merrill's distressed call broke the suddenly thickening air between them. "Hawke, is this stew supposed to smell so funny?"
Eris jumped from the boulder in alarm. “Oh no, I forgot about it entirely! Coming!" In a fit of bravery, she kissed the spiky elf on the cheek and rushed to save their dinner.
Tanjirou: *waking up finally* Uhh...? *the first thing he sees is Giyuu’s teary-soaked face* N-Nii-chan?!
Giyuu: *immediately squeezes in the most tightiest hug he could ever give* ...Never... make... your... Nii-chan... get.. scared again... *sniffles softly*
Tanjirou: I-I’m sorry Nii-chan... *tightly hugs back shakily*
I saw this drawing that @museintheclouds made where Kell is trying to make breakfast for Holland. I was wondering if you could make a drabble based on it I think it would be cute!
@museintheclouds, I ended up with FIVE (5) Anon requests for this and darn it, I am nothing if not accommodating or my Kelland ship sailors!
“Please let me do that, Kærlighed,” Holland sighed, heavily. “You have no idea what you are doing.”
“You said that about opening the doors,” Kell replied over his shoulder without looking back. Outside, a pretty bluebird sang in a tree, and as always, Holland’s eye was drawn to the vibrant yellow-green of the leaves, the slightly silvered bark. The flash of the blue wing and pink underbelly as the bird took flight.
“I said that because you did not know what you were doing then, either,” Holland said, and it was hard not to sigh again. He had been trying to sigh less, but once the habit became so deeply ingrained, it was hard to stop.
“I want to cook,” Kell said stubbornly, and Holland simply gave up. “Besides, you lived in a castle, too.”
“Mmmn. With Vortalis, and with them. Before that, I was a man as any other. Have you ever eaten a breakfast not made by a servant, lille prins?”
“That’s not fair,” Kell said, and turned around with a wooden spoon in one hand, dripping… something… onto Holland’s nice wooden floors for several seconds until he seemed to notice and dropped down to clean it up with a towel. “And it’s not true, either.”
Holland sat back, raising a single eyebrow, very slowly.
“… sometimes we bought breakfast at taverns when Rhy was avoiding his tutors. Look, let me try. I want to do this for you.”
“Fine. Where did you get the blood sausage, anyway?”
“The what?” Kell blinked, baffled, until Holland pointed at the tiny little black sausages in the iron frying pan he had going over a small flame. “Those aren’t blood sausages. I mean… they didn’t start out looking that dark.. do sausages turn black while they’re cooking, or…”
Holland took a deep breath, let it out, told himself it wasn’t a sigh.
Guder over og under, jeg elsker denne mand.
He pushed himself to his feet and rested a light hand on Kell’s back, pressed a kiss to his neck and finally against his favorite of Kell’s freckles, the darkest one just beneath his Antari eye. “I will make breakfast-”
Kell pouted. “But I said I-”
“Hush, Kæreste. I will make breakfast… and I will show you how.”
Okay, let me list some keywords and you tell me who comes to mind and how: after-school meetings, wool sweaters, matching friendship rings, library study rooms, mysterious love letters 🤔
Thank you for sending in requests, love! I truly appreciate it!
Also, requests are always open, so feel free to drop anything about any group in my inbox, my friends!!
After School Meetings: Jaehyun! He would be the cutest boyfriend ever, picking up his s/o from class and getting milkshakes together and walking in the park!
Wool Sweaters: UGGGH KUN. He has me so whipped right now! Seeing how cuddly he is with all of the wayv members really makes me see him with everything physically soft and good for hugging. Just imagine him back hugging you while you cook up a midnight snack after he gets home from practice. I’m swooning.
Matching Friendship Rings: Yangyang! He seems like such a soft, kind boy who really values those who are close to him in life so he would 100% want to get his BFF a friendship ring that has “Das größte Geschenk des Lebens ist Freundschaft, und ich habe es erhalten.” engraved in it.
Library Study Rooms: Doyoung, based entirely on that smut fic about nerdy Doyoung hooking up during studying... I can’t remember the name, but oof, it’s good.
Mysterious Love Letters: Now, who could possibly have a hard time expressing his feelings directly in person, but still feels them very deeply? Only our lovely Winwin!! I just feel like, as much as he doesn’t like PDA, he’s still very soft and romantic!!
