#AM VERY ENTHUSIASTICALLY WAVING HELLO

[child-of-the-cosmos]

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I live. May my shenanigans ensue.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Voice from Afar

word count: 803

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summery: During a rain delay at the São Paulo Grand Prix, a heartwarming live broadcast connects Toto Wolff’s family from England to the Mercedes pit wall

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The São Paulo paddock was buzzing under the pounding rain, as fans and crew alike took cover, waiting for the skies to clear. The delay left the Sky F1 team scrambling to keep their broadcast interesting, with no cars on track. That’s when Ted Kravitz, with his trusty umbrella and microphone, spotted a familiar face in the Mercedes garage.

“Bradley! Just the man I was hoping to see,” Ted greeted, waving to Bradley Lord, who was managing a smile despite the drenched surroundings.

“Ah, Ted, what a day for a chat!” Bradley chuckled, motioning at the empty pit wall seats. “It’s a bit lonely out here without Toto keeping us all in line.”

“Oh, I bet,” Ted replied with a grin. “So tell me, what actually happens to Toto’s chair while he’s away? Is it sacred territory, or does someone brave sit down in it?”

Bradley laughed, shaking his head. “It’s generally considered off-limits, actually—though you wouldn’t believe the number of mechanics who try to sneak a quick sit when no one’s looking. But today’s a bit different, actually. You see, Toto may not be here in person, but he’s not entirely missing. He’s… let’s just say he’s very much tuned in.”

Ted raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “Oh, is he? Listening in from afar? The plot thickens…”

Bradley smirked. “Not only Toto—he’s got a little help today. Care to say hello, Jack?”

The camera zoomed in on Bradley’s headset as an eager young voice came through, beaming with pride, “Hi, Mr. Ted! This is Jack! I’m helping Papa today. Are you at the track?”

The surprise on Ted’s face was priceless. “Jack! Good to meet you! I am at the track. Are you helping your dad with the race?”

“Yeah!” Jack’s voice crackled with excitement, his words rushing out. “Papa let me listen in on the race calls! And Mama is helping me understand what they’re talking about. She knows all the strategies! Papa just does a lot of… loud talking.”

Ted laughed heartily, sharing a grin with Bradley. “Loud talking, you say? Sounds like a pretty accurate job description! Jack, what’s the most important thing you’ve learned from your dad so far?”

There was a slight pause as Jack considered his answer. “Um… that it’s important to be calm. Even when you’re yelling.”

At that moment, everyone listening on the broadcast could hear faint laughter in the background, unmistakably belonging to Y/n. Her warm voice then came through, and it was clear she was smiling.

“Hi, Ted,” Y/n greeted softly. “Let’s just say Jack has been reminding his papa to stay calm every five minutes.”

Ted grinned, absolutely charmed by the whole situation. “Y/n, great to hear from you! So, you’re both managing Toto from afar? Quite the operation you’ve got running there.”

“Absolutely,” Y/n replied, with a light laugh. “And Jack’s already given the team some advice to stay careful in the rain. I’d say he’s a natural.”

“Is that right, Jack?” Ted asked, feigning serious interest as if interviewing a race engineer. “Are you giving everyone strategic advice from back home?”

Jack’s reply was enthusiastic and full of pride. “Yeah! I told them to relax and be careful because the rain makes it slippery. And I reminded Papa to drink water. Mama says it helps him focus.”

Bradley, who was standing beside Ted, tried his best to keep a straight face, but his smile was almost too wide to hide.

“Well, it sounds like you’re keeping everyone in check, Jack,” Ted replied, nodding in mock seriousness. “Are you sure you’re not ready to take over for your dad?”

Just then, Toto’s familiar voice boomed over the line, with an unmistakable tone of warmth and amusement. “Ted, Jack’s very persuasive, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves! He’s got his mother’s attention to detail, though, so I may have to watch my back.”

The entire broadcast team, Bradley included, burst into laughter. Ted’s face lit up, and he leaned closer to the camera. “Well, Toto, it sounds like you’ve got some strong competition at home. Jack may be a few years away from taking over, but he’s certainly got the makings of a future team principal!”

“Thank you, Mr. Ted!” Jack replied, and then added in a confidential tone, “But I’ll let Papa keep his job for now. He’s good at it, too.”

From the background, Y/n’s soft laughter could be heard again, along with a few playful words. “You’ve trained him well, Toto.”

Just as Ted prepared to wrap up, Jack’s voice chimed in once more. “Oh, and Mr. Ted, can you tell Lewis and George to drive carefully? I want them to win, but Mama says they should be careful too.”

Ted nodded solemnly, genuinely touched. “Absolutely, Jack. I’ll pass along your message. And I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.”

[disneyprincemuke]

ღ this barbie’s teammate is a schumacher

notes: hello gays it is i, finally writing for barbie

she closes the car door and sighs with a small smile, looking at the building ahead of her. this will be her life until she decides otherwise. she shoves her car keys into her purse and watches curiously as another supercar pulls into the empty lot next to her.

is that who she thinks it is?

she takes a step towards her car, watching the car be parked into the slot flawlessly. she tilts her head when it comes to a stop, the driver's side opening to reveal its driver.

"oh!" she shrieks, running around the front of her car to approach the young man. "mick schumacher, right? i am such a big fan! i'm so excited to finally be working with you!"

the german takes a step back, overwhelmed by the sudden presence of the girl in pink approaching him. she has a pair of sunglasses resting on the top of her head, a fur coat on and a purse hanging off her elbow.

"oh, hi," mick smiles politely. he's not a mean person; he's just a little more introverted than the next guy. "i'm glad to be with honda this year. i'm looking forward to spending the year with you."

he was in deep thought before she came up to him. he wondered, as the way he's been doing for years, if the rumours that he'd been scouted for the second seat at the request of his boss's daughter. but who is he to complain; he's racing in f1 again. does it matter how he got back into it?

surely not.

but this girl that stands in front of him – could she be an intern? she looks fairly young, very enthusiastic, and a glimmer of hope in her eyes that he doesn't see from individuals his age often. perhaps a marketing intern.

"alright, well, i'll see you inside! i love the sweater, by the way!" she shrieks, waving at him with a wide smile. she waves at him as she walks away, cautiously crossing the parking lot as the rest of the cars for the day start to roll in. "and the car! you have to give me a tour someday!"

he waves back at her in confusion, only able to mutter a 'goodbye' to himself as she disappears into the big front doors of the building. he locks his car and follows her in the direction she left, ready to start his new year with a new team.

he spends the next 10 minutes navigating the new factory he'll be frequenting from now on. introducing himself to people, familiarising himself with the engineers he'll be working closely with, and other members of the team. it's a surprisingly bigger team than he had initially thought, so it takes him longer than he expected.

about 20 minutes introducing himself and trying to pin names with the new faces. then he ends up in a quiet office, shaking his leg in anticipation as he awaits his first face-to-face meeting with his new teammate and his boss.

he hears clicks of heels right by the door, prompting him to sit up a little straighter as he glances behind him quickly. he straightens his sweater, pulls his sleeves down and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. he can't screw himself over.

"i'm telling you, daddy, he's got the coolest car! i saw him in the parking lot earlier!" the door opens, revealing two figures with two familiar faces. which, shouldn't be the case, because this is the first time he's meeting his teammate.

"do you want one, honey?"

"no, that's so silly! i love my car!" she giggles, before abruptly stopping at the sight of his wide blue eyes staring at her in disbelief. "my car is perfectly fine! right, mick?"

mick blinks, swallowing the forming lump of guilt in his throat. he had no idea that the girl in the parking lot was going to be his teammate eventually.

oh god, and for him to assume that she's a marketing or pr intern? how humiliating. how would he feel if someone were to think that of his sister was a mere backend worker when she is something more?

"yes," he answers by default, not really remembering what she was asking him. he immediately pushes himself up to his feet and extends a hand to her first. "i'm sorry. i don't believe i got your name in the parking lot – i didn't know you were going to be my teammate. i'm so sorry."

"oh, don't worry about it. it happens a lot." she introduces herself before quickly walking away, running over to the empty seat next to him.

mick huffs, grinning at her father before he takes a seat. but the entire time, all he can think of is how embarrassed he is for misjudging her. "you don't care that i didn't take you for a driver at first?"

she looks off blankly, pressing her lips together before shaking her head. she turns to him again. "it's not like i told you," she grins. "anyway, do you like japanese curry? that's my favourite – i'll make you some when we meet again for pre-season."

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[many-gay-magpies]

hello dead boy detectives fandom and bbc merlin fandom. i know there is a decent overlap between the two out there because i am either followed by or have followed several blogs myself that post about both merlin and dead boy detectives, so hopefully this finds its target audience. anyway a little while ago i became obsessed with the idea of merlin and kashi being besties, so i started writing a thing, and i don’t know if or WHEN i’ll finish the thing but i don’t want it to stay hidden until then so i am posting the incomplete and very unpolished version to tumblr. and who knows maybe if people like it that will give me the motivation to rewatch some merlin and actually finish it

anyways without further ado. here’s 1000 words of merlin engaging in (fairly mild) shenanigans in port townsend

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There was a cat sitting on a rock.

Port Townsend had quite a lot of cats, Merlin had discovered. There had been at least one in sight at all times since he’d arrived in the small coastal town. This cat was regarding him with an expression that might have been called scrutinizing, had it been made by any face other than a cat’s. That is to say, it looked rather like cats typically do, which is scrutinizing as it is.

“Hello,” said Merlin, just to be polite. He had a bit of time before Kashi’s host—Angie, he’d said her name was—came to the surface, after all, and he was in the mood for a spot of conversation.

“Oh, great, it’s another o’ you English twats,” said the cat. “The hell are you doin’ here?”

“I’m visiting an old friend,” said Merlin. “We meet for tea every so often, to catch up. This’ll be my first time seeing his new place. I won’t be staying long.”

The cat settled further onto the rock, folding all four of its legs underneath its body. Its tail flicked lightly before curling around its haunches.

“Good,” it said. “Hopefully you won’t cause as much trouble as those two dead little shits from a couple months back. Brits, I tell ya—ain’t good for nothin’. The Cat King’s still hung up on the stuffy little asshole.”

Merlin hummed. “Huh. I don’t think I’ve met a king of cats before. What’s he like?” He’d met a number of kings in his times, including, quite recently, the King of Dreams—but that number had never included a king of Cats.

“None o’ your fuckin’ business,” said the cat. “Hold on—who are you, anyway? You don’t smell human, and you’re not dead.”

“I’m Merlin,” said Merlin. He thought it sticking his hand out for a shake, then thought better of it. “Pleased to meet you.”

The cat snorted. “What, like the wizard?”

“Warlock, actually,” said Merlin. “But yes.”

The cat opened its mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a whispered voice floating up from the shore.

Arthur’s voice.

“Merlin,” he called, his voice sounding exactly as it always had when Merlin did something far too stupid and risky for a servant, and he had to hide his worry under blankets of annoyance. “Merlin, are you there?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, again?” The cat grumbled. “There wadn’t even no storm last night!”

Merlin cleared his throat, shaking loose the small lump that had grown there at the sound. Kashi had warned him about Angie’s hunting techniques, so he’d known what to expect, but it was still something of a shock to hear in person.

“I think that’s my ride,” Merlin said. He turned to the cat and gave a little wave. “I’ll be off, then. Thanks for chatting with me!”

“Wha—hey!!” The cat exclaimed as Merlin turned and headed for the cliff. “No—Oi, stop that! Don’t—oh, brother…”

Merlin leaned over the stone barrier to peer down into the water, where a large light was pulsing visibly just below the surface. As he watched, his phone began to ring in his jeans pocket. He was still watching when he brought it up to his ear to answer.

“Hello, my friend!” Crackled Kashi’s enthusiastic voice from the end of the line.

Merlin squinted against the rays of sunlight lancing off the water.

“Is that you down there, Kashi?”

“Yes, it is me. And this is Angie! Say, hello, Angie!”

A loud, almost thunderous roar shook the sound, sending waves clawing at the sandy shore below.

“Hi, Angie,” Merlin shouted down to the creature. Then he waved. He doubted she could see him, but it didn’t hurt to be polite.

To Kashi, he asked, “How should I get in? Should I teleport?”

“Best not,” said Kashi. “Your style of teleportation might upset her stomach. Just jump down! She will catch you. Being swallowed is not the most pleasant feeling, but I’ve asked her not to chew on you.”

“Yeah, I’ve been swallowed before,” said Merlin, thinking back to a very particular instance with a giant snake in the Andes mountains. That was the time he discovered he could bounce back from being fully digested—although digging himself out of a pellet of giant snake dung after his body reformed inside it had not been fun.

“Are you there, Merlin?”

Merlin shuddered and shook his head to clear it of the discomfiting deja vu. “Yeah—yep. I’ll be right down. I just jump in?”

“Exactly, yes,” said Kashi. “It is not a far drop, so you should be fine.”

“Right,” said Merlin. “Well, see you in a minute, then.”

“Looking forward to it!”

Merlin hung up and deftly tucked the phone back into his pocket. Then, he climbed up onto the stone wall, and—after ensuring there was no one around to be traumatized by what it would seem like he was doing—performed an exquisite swan dive into the water.

Being swallowed was about as pleasant a feeling as Merlin remembered it being. That is to say, he felt rather how he imagined toothpaste being squeezed out of the tube might feel, had it possessed any of the five senses or been in any way alive. This time, though, he did not have to endure the process of being digested—which had taken nearly a month, given that Merlin’s first time being swallowed had been by a gigantic snake—and was instead spat out onto the floor of a large, warmly-lit cavern, drenched to the bone and coated in fish mucus.

A step up from being digested by a snake, all things considered.

“Eugh,” said Merlin.

It was then, of course, that Kashi appeared, stooping down and offering Merlin a hand to pull himself up with. Merlin took it and thanked him.

“Welcome in, welcome in!” Kashi said, grinning widely. “Sorry about the mess. I tried to clean up a bit before you came, but things got thrown around in the journey to the surface. Speaking of—“ he raised a finger, and the ground beneath Merlin’s feet—which was disturbingly hard and dry for being the stomach of a fish—began to shake. “—she seems to be going back to the bottom now. Come, sit, so you don’t lose your feet!”

“Nice place you’ve got,” Merlin said, allowing Kashi to lead him across the quaking floor to a small table near the back. “Definitely the best-furnished stomach I’ve ever been in.”

“Yes, it’s very nice,” Kashi agreed.

[pinkofatom]

Be presentable

CW: femdom, femsub, mind control, corruption, tentacles, pods, bimbofication,

Katya sighed, visible her breath rose. Annoyed she twirled a red lock. Her orher hand rubbed along her arm. The cold reflected her disappointment. Why was it so hard to find a present for Christina? With a stomp she marched down the street.

'Hey bestie, wanna shop?,' appeared on her phone, an innocent question from Christina. Katya rubbed her forehead. Perfect timing, Christina. How exactly should she buy a present for her friend when — wait no, Katya thought, this was perfect. She could go around with her friend and look what she wanted. Oh, Katya, you sly fox. Her lips crinkled.

'Sure, Christina. Just tell me where to meet,' she sent her answer. Not even ten seconds later she had the meeting place.

Christina waited for her in front of the clothing palace. 'Be Presentable' glittered in friendly colors behind the window. Christina waved Katya closer. Her best friend dressed in white from head to toe, her black hair shining. She gave her an enthusiastic hug.

"Hello Christina," Katya said, as they stepped inside. The air felt warm, compared to outside. A lot of women were here, searching for their perfect outfit. Racks of clothing stood around in no specific order. Katya spotted some very revealing ones. Wasn't that a shop for women clothing? Not for sexy lingerie? She would have to ask her friend later.

"Hello, Katya~ Hope everything is well," Christina smiled brightly, as she steered Katya to some rack. Katya felt her own face lit up. Christina could do so much with one smile, Katya sighed internally.

"Oh yes, I'm doing well," she lied. The stress of finding something for her bestie weighted down on her.

"Hmm~ Well, I believe that for now," Christina laughed, "but I can see something else behind that facade." Christina turned and poked her on the nose. "But don't worry. We are gonna have a nice shopping day."

Christina's words were like honey for Katya's soul. "Thank you, that sounds wonderful," Katya responded. Christina smiled at her. Her friend always had the talent to make her happy. But how would she find the right present for her? Especially with the way other patrons dressed here. Each person she spotted wore an outfit more risque than the former. And the women, they looked so happy and satisfied, kind of unnatural.

"Oh, I have a few questions," Katya started.

Christina turned to her, her smile even wider than normal. "Yes?"

"What kind of clothing shop is this?" Katya asked.

"Oh~ the best." Christina took a top from a rack. The fabric shimmered in pink light. "Here, you get the perfect present for yourself and your friends."

"I see," Katya said.

"But you have to be willing to change, of course," Christina added. The pink light reflected in her eyes, making them sparkle.

"Okay?" Katya felt unsure, her friend sounded so odd.

"You have to be presentable." Christina said, her smile wide, too wide. "You have to look and think and want to be the perfect woman." Christina's gaze was intense.

Katya took a step back. What was wrong with her best friend?

"Uhm, Christina? Are you alright?" Katya swallowed a lump.

"I am perfectly alright." She stepped forward.

Katya stepped backwards. Christina stepped closer.

"You should be, too." Her voice was low, and dark.

"What are you doing, Christina?!" Katya asked.

"I am gonna make you presentable, of course," Christina giggled.

"What?!" Katya was so confused. Her heart drummed in her ears.

"Kidding~," Christina smiled at her. "You are too easy, you know."

Katya felt her body relax. That was just a joke. Thank God.

Christina poked her again, on her chest. "I am just saying you could look nicer. You should try something."

"You think?" Katya asked. Her clothes were quite boring, even she admitted that.

"I am sure," Christina nodded, "we can find something nice here. Something presentable." Christina took Katya's hand, and together they went deeper into the store. Soothing lyres and crystal bells created a relaxing atmosphere. Katya liked this, especially as the tension melted out of her.

The clothing they spotted looked more and more daring, the farther they walked into the store. But with each step it felt more natural to Katya. They should be presentable. Katya felt her mind wander, caught by the strings of music and happiness filled expressions.

"You should try something," Christina whispered into Katya's ear. "It will help you relax. Here how about this top," she suggested, holding the pink top in front of Katya, "or this skirt," Christina held a pink skirt to Katya's legs.

Both were short. Katya wouldn't even dare to call them clothes. More like strings, barely hiding her body. Katya giggled at the idea. She would never wear something like this. Still her hands grabbed the outfit. Satin fabric tickled her nerves. Jolts of something delightful traveled over her skin. Her winter coat and trousers felt stifling. Maybe she could at least try them on, she thought.

"I see you are convinced," Christina laughed.

Katya blushed, "well, I just thought it wouldn't hurt to try something. I don't think this is for me."

"Maybe you are right," Christina nodded, but she had that mischievous smile Katya knew so well — yet sparkled with a hidden depth.

"Let's look for something more fitting," Christina said, the last word echoed in Katya's mind.

Fitting, yes, the perfect fitting present, for Christina, of course, she thought. "Well, you know, maybe you have something, that you'd want for yourself," she suggested to Christina. She couldn't lose focus of the whole purpose of the shopping trip.

Christina's face brightened. "Oh~ how considerate of you Katy Kat, but don't worry. I'll be presentable very soon. Let's do you first," she said with a smile that was so wide Katya thought it must hurt. Still her own lips stretched to a similar expression. Katya didn't feel so worried about her plan. Christina would show her something, that she would like, Katya was certain. She just had to keep looking and be presentable. She shook her head. Find the right present, yes that was what she meant.

They strolled through the racks. Katya's gaze was unfocused as her body was on autopilot, driven by the sounds and colors. Her hands brushed against fabrics of all kinds. Each felt so smooth, yet different. Her skin felt so warm, her coat was really too much for inside the shop. She pulled out of the boring winter coat.

"Katya, this would suit you," Christina held a pair of shoes in front of Katya. The white pumps were tall and elegant.

"They would look gorgeous on you, with the pink top and skirt." Christina nodded, "yes, perfect. Why don't you go to a changing cubicle and try it on," Christina proposed.

Yes, that sounded lovely. The ringing harps agreed.

"I'll find some matching lingerie," Christina smiled and waved. "Have fun trying that on~," she said, disappearing between racks.

Katya found the changing cubicles quite quickly, the path to them laid clear in front of her, the way paved in a deep, red carpet. Her hands touched the heavy, red curtain that would hide her from sight, as she tried the outfit on.

Electric currents of wonderful sensations sparked from her hand through her body. A pleasant heat warmed her inside. Yes, she should try this on, it would look gorgeous on her.

She pulled her shirt and pants off, folding the boring things in the corner. She felt much more relaxed, with just her bra and panties. Her skin was warm, and she enjoyed the light breeze from above. Taut, she shivered with anticipation.

Her fingers touched the satin pink fabric of the skirt, and the current traveled up, her body tensed in pleasure. Yes, this felt wonderful. The pink skirt slid along her skin as she pulled it up, a trail of warmth remained. It sat high on her body, the end of the fabric sat just beneath the line of her butt. A pleasant jolt traveled up her, when the fabric caressed her thighs and behind. She felt exposed but also so much better than in her pants. Her hands traveled down her legs and the skirt. The soft feeling on her skin was delightful.

Next was the pink top, the fabric was soft and smooth in her fingers. She put the top on. It was tight on her, but not in an uncomfortable way. Delicious warmth filled her, as she pulled her long red hair free. She looked herself over, the top ended under her boobs. She was exposed and sexy. Presentable. The bell sounds chimed, a melody that touched her deep inside, she shivered in delight. The current of energy danced in her.

The last thing were the white pumps. She put them on, and was amazed by how tall they made her look. They were perfect. Katya admired her image in the mirror. A woman looked back at her, beautiful and presentable, with her pink outfit, tall pumps, long red hair, and a look of pure lust in her dark eyes.

"You are gorgeous, Katya," Christina's voice rang, and it sounded even better than the bells.

Katya felt herself blush. "Ya — ya think so," she lisped. And ya? Katya's head swam in honey. Hot molten sweets.

"Yes~" Christina laughed, her voice so sweet and dark. Katya just wanted more of it.

"Now let me come in," Christina said, "there is this set of lingerie I found."

And the curtain opened. Christina stood there, with a smile so wide and dark eyes full of something.

"Oh~ You are presentable," she said, her eyes traveled along Katya's body, leaving behind trails of heat.

"Ya," Katya giggled. She felt warm all over, and a bit light in the head.

"Try this on," Christina suggested. In her hand she held black lingerie.

The black fabric glimmered, as Christina handed it over. It looked expensive and very revealing. The set consisted of a thong and a bra. Both would barely cover her tits and butt, yet Katya felt herself drool, imagining the fabric on her.

"Ya, Chrishdina. No, uhm, Chrishtina," Katya slurred, trying to speak. Her tongue felt numb in her mouth.

"Chrissy is fine, Katy Kat," Chrissy laughed. "Try this on," she said.

Katya felt a spark of something delicious, when Chrissy spoke. She wanted more, so she would try it on.

"Turn around, and don't peak, Chrissy, uhm, okay?" Katya pulled over the top.

Chrissy stared at the hard poking nipples. "Of course not, Katy Kat." She licked her lips, dark eyes focused on Katya. "Take your time."

"Thanks, Chrissy," Katya said. The name felt right. Chrissy giggled again, as Katya turned to the mirror, and started pulling off her bra and panties. She blushed. Her naked body in the mirror was so lewd.

"Ooh~," Chrissy exclaimed in a tone of pure delight, as she got a glimpse of Katya's bare behind.

"Chrissy," Katya pouted. She felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed. But Chrissy's words made the heat in her burn hotter. The look of admiration in her eyes, made her feel so much better.

"Don't worry," Chrissy said with her sweet, dark voice. "You look gorgeous, Katy Kat."

"G-gor-," a giggle escaped Katy's lips, "good." Katy's heart pumped the warmth of happiness into her cheeks.

First she put on the bra. The fabric shimmered, the material was smooth on her skin, and Katy's sensitive breasts were caressed in an electric embrace, as she closed the clasps behind her. It pressed her tits up, her nipples pushed against the thin fabric. She liked it, liked the exposure and feeling, but also the look of it on her. With trembling hands she pulled down the top. It was so stretched the bra perfectly visible beneath. A trail of goosebumps followed the path of the pink top. A hot current ran from the bra down.

She bit her lower lip, as her hands slipped into the panties. It felt like she was pushing herself further, as she slid them up her legs, her breath was stuck in her throat. The moment the thong touched her pussy a spark of lust jolted through her. Wetness flooded into the soft cloth. The string slipped between her butt cheeks, rubbing against the most delicate parts.

Katy shivered in hot delight. She looked herself over, her dark eyes traveling her exposed skin. Her pink top was high above her belly button and her bra visible, the panties just covered her privates, barely, and the white pumps made her legs look so long and sexy.

"Very presentable, Katy Kat," purred Chrissy. "I love it on you. You are a true slut." The word echoed in her mind. Slut, slut, slut. And she knew, Chrissy was right.

"I, I am," she whispered, and a shudder of hot lust traveled up, from the lingerie, through her body. "I am a slut," she repeated, and the current grew in strength.

"Of course you are. Only slutty sluts are presentable. And good girls are always presentable. It's like the motto. Be presentable." The words were so dark, yet the meaning clear to Katy.

Katy felt her knees go weak. Her body felt so hot, as the current ran through her. Arousal dripped out of her pussy. Her mouth was slightly open. The words felt like a revelation, like she was reborn again, as the true her. "Yes, Chrissy. I'll always be presentable."

"Good girl," Chrissy purred, the sound sent a shiver of delight over Katy's skin, and her heart skipped a beat. "Be a good girl and wait for me to get ready," Chrissy said, and the tone made the meaning clear for Katy. She had to obey. Chrissy pulled the curtain shut. "Wait here, until I get back, my perfect slut."

Katy's mind felt light, the music of the store so sweet and delightful. Her thoughts swirled, as her hands traveled over her body. A slut, a presentable slut, that was her, she realized. A moan escaped her, as her hands brushed over her breasts, her nipples so hard beneath the bra.

Katy's breath came out ragged, as she waited. Her gaze tracked all the other presentable women. A woman in a red dress, that exposed her sides and the fabric barely hid her boobs, her ass cheeks out for all to see. She strutted past the changing cubicles, with an air of content, as if the whole world was hers to enjoy. And Katy knew it to be true. They were gorgeous and perfect — presentable. Her own lips stretched into a similar empty smile.

She didn't know how much time passed, until the curtain in front of her opened again. Chrissy stood in the door frame. Her friend was perfect. A white dress framed Chrissy's vuloptuos form. It clung to her, like a second layer of skin, the material glimmered and shined in an unearthly white glow.

"You look perfect," Katy whispered in awe. Her gaze was captured by the sight. She could only admire the work of art in front of her.

"Why, thank you, my present," Chrissy smiled. Katy felt a hot spark travel down her body.

Katy stepped forward and took Chrissy's outstretched hand. Her fingers tingled, where they touched. She looked over her shoulder to the changing cubicle.

"Leave everything here. You are not going to wear anything so dull again, are you, my perfect slut?"

"No," Katy nodded eagerly, her mind swimming in the honey sweet voice of Chrissy. The current of arousal ran through her. Her body felt warm, especially where Chrissy's skin met hers. Katy's hand tingled and a spark traveled along her nerves, with each moment they touched.

"You look so perfect, Chrissy," she sighed. Her words were slow and thick on her lips, her mind sluggish.

"I know," her friend cooed. "Be presentable is such a great shop. They really help to get you ready for your perfect role."

"Mhh, yes." Katy nodded, she looked at the other women, who all seemed to be just like them, gorgeous and perfect.

Katy followed her friend's lead, they strolled deeper. Slowly the background music changed. From relaxing and soothing to alluring and enticing, harps and bells gave way to piano and saxophone.

The outfits they passed, hanging on racks, became even more daring. They wouldn't even hide the essentials. Katy didn't mind. Her pussy throbbed with each step, and the wetness dripped down her thighs, leaving behind a shiny trail. Her bra rubbed against her nipples and sent jolts of lust through her body. Her body felt hot and ready.

"You are such a perfect present," Chrissy purred, and each word was like a drop of molten desire in Katy's mind, she could barely think anymore.

"Chrissy," she moaned, her hands trembling, and her breath came out fast.

"I am so glad you wanted to go shopping," Chrissy smiled. "I really wanted to have a special present. And you~, so easily became one. It's the music and clothes, you know, Katy Kat. It just changes you into the best presentable self you can be. Like me~. I'm now so confident and dominant~. Don't you agree?"

"Ya, Chrishy," Katy's mouth didn't want to work, "you look per— perfect."

Katy followed her, like a puppy, her legs wobbly in her tall pumps. She didn't care that her arousal was dripping down her thighs, nor that the top didn't cover her bra. Her breasts jiggled with each step, sending jolts of delight through her body.

"Mhmm~ I know slut," she smiled down at her, the dark look in her eyes made Katy shudder.

"I —," Katy's gaze was drawn to the side, where another presentable woman strode past, with long, swaying strides, that drew Katy's gaze to her butt, which was completely naked and perfect.

"It's okay to stare. She is very presentable, like us." Chrissy stared too, a drop of drool fell from her lips. Then she shook her head, black glossy hair whipped around. "Let's continue, shall we?" Her fingers brushed along Katy's chin, the tingling touch drew Katy back.

"Ya," she moaned, as the woman walked past a corner. She couldn't think about anything else than Chrissy's hand in her own, and how much better her touch would feel on the rest of her.

Chrissy smiled, her white teeth a brilliant glow in the store's lights. Her dark eyes glinted, as she led Katy deeper towards an elevator. Katy could feel her pulse quicken, the wetness dripping out of her, as they entered it.

"Chrissy," Katy whispered, "please, I need it so bad." The doors of the elevator closed with a soft click.

"Shhh, my present, don't worry, we are almost there." The dark tone in Chrissy's voice promised everything. "We want those changes to stay, after all."

Chrissy pushed a button. A quiet chime rang and the elevator moved down, beneath the shop floor. The soft light around them made the atmosphere warm. It was only them in the confined space of the elevator. Katy couldn't take her eyes off her gorgeous friend.

Katy's legs shook with desire, her body trembled with the hot current running through her. "Chrissy," she moaned.

The dark, sweet voice of Chrissy purred. "You really got it bad, Katy Kat. You look ready to go off with the smallest touch." The words made Katy shudder with lust.

A soft ring indicated that the elevator reached the level. The door slid open with a soft sound. In front of them was a corridor out of some science fiction horror movie. The walls had a black and red texture, that reminded her of pulsating flesh. Flesh like squishing noises filled the music. It sounded so sensual and erotic.

"This way, Katy Kat," Chrissy purred and pulled the shuddering woman out of the elevator.

Each step was a torment for Katy's desire filled mind. Her pussy ached, as they strode along the strange walls. Katy's heart pounded in her ears, a drum beat to the rhythm of the background music, her legs were weak from arousal, as they reached a door. It opened with a wet squelching noise.

Inside was a room full of screens, pods and tentacles. Yellow strobing eyes on stalks observed them. Goosebumps ran along Katy's skin. The music was even heavier in here. Heavy musk filled the air. The heat in her core rose with each breath she took. It filled her mind with thoughts of want, desire and pure lust.

"Be presentable, Katy Kat," whispered Chrissy with her dark, hypnotic voice. The sound made the current stronger, as she pulled Katy into the room and over to the nearest pod, that stood open.

"Step in, my perfect present." Chrissy's hand brushed along the line of Katy's spine, and each cell it touched exploded in sparks of desire.

Katy shuddered. Without resistance she fell into the pod. The walls of it were organic, she noticed with a part of her, that still worked. It pulsed in a calming, sensual way around her.

"Yes," she moaned, the word slurred in her mouth.

The walls of the pod closed around Katy's trembling form, until it shut. Something probed along her lips and slipped inside. Katy's eyes went wide, as the thick tube of an oxygenator entered her mouth. It pushed deep down her throat, she could feel it. The end stopped just shy of her gagging point. It pressed against the walls of her mouth and the back of her throat. It forced her jaw wide open — her mouth so stuffed, her tongue pushed against the bottom of her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around it. She breathed in the hot, heavy air.

Katy's mind was in a dazed fog. She felt so hot, and her thoughts so sluggish, she barely realized, as the pod started to vibrate. No single inch of her skin was left unattended. Waves of vibrations, different frequencies and strength, traveled through her body. She groaned, as her body shook, but the sound was muffled in the pod. The sensations were too much, the heat, the vibration and music. It built up and up, her whole body tensed, but before she reached the edge, everything stopped. Desperate she whined, but it only continued when her arousal subsided.

It was torture, she was so desperate to cum. The vibrations teased her, and the heat in her core burned higher and higher. But each time she was denied her pleasure, the edge just a bit away. Thousands of inane whispers pressed on her brain. The words of Chrissy and the music were in them.

Her body ached. It burned with hot need. Her thoughts circled around a single point. Chrissy's words and how her body reacted to the vibrations and heat.

"Be presentable."

"Good girls are always presentable."

"My present."

Katy's eyes rolled back, as the words repeated over and over in her mind. Slowly memories dripped away. She forgot her past self and only her presentable self was left. She had a vague sense that this was wrong, that it had not been her. Yet she was too deep. The thoughts of resistance drowned in the waves of desire.

Katy Kat was a presentable good girl. She was a present by Chrissy.

"Perfect slut."

Her body shuddered in the throes of heat. It was so close, she could almost feel herself go over the edge. It was just out of reach. Her thoughts felt slow. She didn't want to think about anything other than what Chrissy said. She would be a good presentable present.

She was a good present. Nothing else. Nothing but a moldable present. The flesh walls pressed harder against her body. Slowly her shape changed. The heat in her core burned brighter, the vibration grew stronger and her skin became soft and malleable. It shifted to a new form.

The music in her ears droned on and on, and on, a constant stream of pleasure. She was on the edge, yet could not go over. The pod forced her body to stay on the edge, as it remolded her to the form of a perfect present. With every pound of mass increasing her bust, with each inch her waist shrank, Katy Kat forgot more of her past.

Her tits were massive, her nipples sensitive. She felt herself moan around the oxygenator, as her body became even hotter. Her tongue lapped against it, desperate to get more. A thick stream of drool leaked out of her open mouth. Between her legs and through her butt she sensed hard flesh push inside. A moan escaped her.

She couldn't think anymore, the sensations of the pod overwhelming. The pleasure of her new shape and the music kept her in an endless cycle of heat and lust, without relief, but oh so presentable.

She didn't know how much time had passed. It didn't matter. She felt the pod open. She was so weak. Her mind barely worked. All she wanted was Chrissy and the promised release. Her vision swam, her ears rang, and her tongue tasted the musky air in the room.

"Wonderful," Chrissy purred. The oxygenator retreated from her throat. A string of drool followed it. Katy Kat felt empty and desperate.

"My present." Chrissy's words were like the sweetest music to Katy's ears. Her heart throbbed and a spark of hot lust shot between her legs. "Thank you, for this present." Gurgling noises answered Chrissy. "Of course, master. She shall spread your glory, as I do."

Katy's mind spun in hot lust and confusion. She couldn't remember a single thing. All she knew was that she needed to be presentable.

Chrissy pulled Katy Kat out of the pod. Her legs were wobbly, as she stepped on the ground. The clothes Katy Kat wore wiggled. A gasp of surprise escaped her throat, as they started to crawl and move on their own.

"They are so delightful, aren't they Katy Kat? These clothes by 'Be Presentable'," Chrissy purred, the sound was so enticing for Katy's addled mind. It was the sweetest music she had ever heard. "They are now the only thing your skin will allow to cover it. But don't worry, they come in so many slutty styles. Like this dress." Katy saw how Chrissy's prestine white wriggled. It slid around her bountiful breasts and tantalizing legs. The fabric split and shifted. Her dress opened and revealed Chrissy's skin in many spots.

The sight was mesmerizing for Katy Kat, as she felt her own top squeeze her chest. Her nipples, sensitive as ever, ached and throbbed. Low moans accompanied the motion. It felt so delightful, the current of desire jolted through her, and she could barely think of anything else. Katy Kat's pussy throbbed with each motion. Her arousal increased even more, as she looked over her friend's voluptuous body.

Chrissy was gorgeous and perfect. She had an air of confidence and dominance that Katy craved. Her dark empty eyes commanded complete obedience. And Katy Kat would never think of going against Chrissy's wishes.

Her hands trembled, as she watched Chrissy step over. Her dress framed her in the perfect way. Chrissy's fingers slid over Katy Kat's arm. The trail of her touch left a line of burning desire. Katy Kat moaned in need.

"So perfect," Chrissy's hot breath caressed her neck and Katy shivered. Gurgling noises filled the air. Katy Kat understood them. "Yes, master. We obey," exhaled Chrissy.

"Ya, we obey," Katy Kat giggled as she dropped to her knees. Chrissy stood in front of her, dress open at crotch. Her lips were swollen with lust, glistening and dripping wetness down her legs.

Katy Kat pressed her hands on Chrissy's butt. A low growl of appreciation rumbled from above. She pushed her head between those glorious thighs. They closed around her, as she started to kiss along the lips. She felt her own pussy throb in delight.

The taste on Katy Kat's lips was the most delicious thing. Her tongue lapped at the juices — sweetness danced on her tongue. "Mhhh~," she groaned in revelry, licked with vigor. The hot flesh pulsed beneath her. Chrissy's relishing noises fueled her actions.

Katy Kat felt Chrissy grab her head. She pushed it against her crotch. Her tongue slipped into Chrissy. It swirled and explored the contracting cave. A deep rumble reverberated through Chrissy, the waves of her voice sent a shiver along Katy Kat's skin. The walls squeezed her tongue and wetness flooded her mouth. Katy swallowed, her tongue lapped along every surface it could reach.

"Mhhh, yes. Good slut," purred Chrissy — her hands clutched Katy Kat's hair. A low, rumbling growl escaped Katy Kat. She wanted Chrissy's praise and more of the sweet nectar.

Together their voices grew into a concert of ecstasy. Finally they cried out, bodies shaking in bliss. Rough gurgling congratulated each of them.

Katy Kat withdrew from Chrissy, her face was covered in juices, and her lips tasted deliciously of Chrissy. The aftertaste of the orgasm was a pleasant buzz on her mind.

"Thank you, master," exhaled her best friend.

"Ya, thank you, master," she repeated, as her head felt light in the afterglow. Katy Kat couldn't think straight anymore. All she felt was an intense desire to please her new master.

"We are going to make so many presents for you, master," Chrissy purred.

"Ya," she nodded along, her mind was so devoid of thoughts.

Gurgling, happy sounds echoed in Katy Kat's mind, and the promise of many presents and gifts for her master made her heart beat faster. They were perfect, she thought with her slow brain.

Chrissy pulled her to her feet and together they walked out of the room, with swaying hips and a strut in their step, both perfect presentable presents for their new master.

"What do you think, Katy Kat? We should definitely call Leah. That girl needs to be presentable~"

"Oh~ ya," Katy giggled, "She'll like totally be a super good present."

***

Leah looked at the message from Christina and Katya. She still had to find presents for them. And she knew this would be the perfect opportunity.

[osleeplessflowero]

Concert Night

For lore context, see the previous part: "Back To You"!

Well, this was an unexpected surprise. One minute you're smooching one of your favorite skeletons and the next..you're greeting the ones you'd met in another life like they're new neighbors. Things just keep getting weirder..

Hand in hand, you and Sans walk behind a very enthusiastic Papyrus, rambling on about this and that as he approaches the new red and black home next door to yours. Was..was that always there? And that shade? You hadn't really thought about it before. Something tells you it wasn't..

He knocks on the door in a rhythmic pattern, waiting patiently for a reply. You and Sans both share a look as you hear commotion inside, before turning around to make a huddle.

"..you know these guys." He says it moreso as a statement than a question.

"Yeah." You reply immediately.

"you've met them somewhere else before." Another obvious statement.

"Pretty sure." You shrug.

"..do you think they'll remember?" He gestures his thumb towards the door, where Papyrus is waiting with his hands on his hips. You shrug at him again, holding a hand up to your chin to think.

"I don't..really know. I kinda doubt it, if this is meant to happen in this universe..they might not be the same. But I wouldn't mind getting to know them again to be honest..even if they might not know the "true" me formally." You smile a bit, Sans gives you a nod as you both turn back upon hearing the door open.

In the doorway stands a familiar looking skeleton, wearing his signature black fur coat, dark red sweater, basketball shorts and sneakers to match. His gold tooth shines when the light from the sun hits it, his single eyelight drifting over the three of you as he studies you. Lo and behold, it's Red. His eyesockets narrow as he looks over you in particular, a hint of recognition flashing his features..but he's unsure as to where it's from. You give him a little wave, he gives you a nod in return.

Sans looks over, earning a look of surprise from him. He holds up a hand and Sans mimics the action with a grin, mirroring his actions and holding back a laugh. You shake your head at the action as Papyrus clears his nonexistent throat.

"uh..so..who are you? whaddya want?" He looks over you all again, deciding to lean against the doorway. Papyrus perks up with a shining smile, pressing a hand against his ribcage.

"Hello! It's Truly A Pleasure To Meet You! You See, We Are Your Next-Door Neighbors," He points to your shared house. "And We Wanted To Stop By To Greet You! I Am The Great Papyrus, This Is My Brother Sans," Sans waves lazily. "And this is our partner in crime!" He gestures to you with a grin. You let out a little laugh at that, telling him your name.

Something about it sounds familiar to Red, but he isn't quite sure why..

The idea of two other skeletons having the same name as him and his brother was certainly..strange. He opens his mouth to say something, but a paper ball is thrown against his head from out of no where. Looking up to find the perpetrator, he sees no one, and glares up to where it came from before opening it.

Hey! So, little heads up. Those two are doubles of you from this timeline you've been dropped into! To help differentiate, you guys are being given nicknames. You can still use your names with your brothers though, of course. Around others, you'll go by Red. Don't worry, the others are getting these too. - A Friend

Okay. Weird. But it makes sense. He just wishes whoever sent them to this universe would stop throwing notes at him and get straight to the point.

"uh..i'm.."red", apparently. my brother.." He narrows his eyes when he reads the other nickname. "edge is inside unpackin' stuff. so he's not gonna be able to come out for a while. i wouldn't bother 'im while he's in the zone." He closes the door behind himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets shortly after. You can hear various cartoony sound effects inside the house, including the meow of a cat..for some reason.

"It's nice to..meet you, Red." You smile at him, resting your arms at your sides. Sans watches you both curiously, lazy smile never faltering.

"..likewise." He averts his eyelights for a moment until Papyrus picks up the conversation, talking about various positive aspects of the neighborhood and the city in general. He nods along as he speaks, before rolling up his sleeve to check the time.

"yeah, uh..i know a few people in the neighborhood over. we're actually plannin' a show tonight, so i can't stay home for too long."

You perk up at that. "A show? What kind?"

"well, uh..i can play guitar. so that's usually what i do. my brother plays the drums. and the piano, but it doesn't usually fit the vibe of my music.." He mutters that last part. You clap your hands together.

"Would it be okay if we go to watch you play? I'm super curious." You smile kindly at him, watching as he seems a little taken aback by the question. He hadn't..really heard this question from someone new before. Sure, a small crowd would usually show up to their concerts, but those were full of people who already knew the members well. For someone new to take an interest in him so quickly..it surprises him quite a bit.

"uh- i mean, shit, yeah. if you want to. you into rock? metal? along the lines?" He holds out one of his hands as he talks. You nod quickly in reply, and the tension in his shoulders eases a bit.

"Yeah, I'm totally down to listen to that. It's great."

"well, then..hold up." He feels around in his jacket pockets for something, before pulling out a small notepad and a pen with red ink. He writes something down before passing it over to you, and upon further inspection it seems to be the location of the concert.

"Awesome! I'll definitely be there. What about you guys?" You turn to the pair of skeleton brothers you're most familiar with, tilting your head slightly at them as they look between one another. Sans shrugs, and Papyrus nods eagerly.

"I'd Be Delighted To Attend! I Quite Enjoy Rock Music, Metal As Well! You See, I'm A Rather Brutal Kind Of Guy Myself." He winks, holding a hand beneath his chin. Red lets out a chuckle, as does Sans.

"if he's cool with it, i don't see why not. it's not my usual genre, but who knows? might like it." He smiles lazily, earning a nod from his double.

"well, uh..i'll tell my bro. i think he should be comin' out any minu-"

"SANS!"

"minute. now." He sighs, opening the front door and popping his skull into the entrance room. "yeah, bro?" He calls out to him, before sighing again and going inside. Finding his brother messing around with various boxes, organizing them in different locations.

"Where Is The Box Of Doomfanger's Things? I Cannot Find It Anywhere, And She's Restless Without Her Toys To Sleep With." Edge puts a hand on one of his hips, moving the other as he speaks. Red shrugs, looking at the box labels.

"uh..i think you might'a left that box in the basement with some of those other ones you've gotta unpack. might be why ya can't find it." He offers, and Edge seems to have a "Eureka!" moment, going downstairs to go check. Red lets out a sigh as he follows him down.

"AHA! I KNEW I Would Find It Sooner Or Later. Slippery Snake Of A Box.. Thank You For Your Assistance, Brother. Now Who On Earth Are You Speaking To Out There?" He turns to look at him while their fluffy cat wanders into the room with a meow.

"well, we're livin' next to some doubles of us. and they wanna come to the show tonight. don't seem too bad, so i figured 'why not' and gave 'em the location. they're still outside, by the way." He points to the front door with his thumb. Edge gasps, dusting himself off and making sure he looks suitable.

"You Could Have Told Me We Have Guests Sooner!" He scoffs. Red lets out a chuckle before walking back outside, opening the door. Doomfanger immediately rushes out, looking over the three of you. She stares long and hard at you before pouncing onto you, jumping into your arms abruptly with dilated eyes. Seems she recognizes you, at least..

"Hi, kitty! Oh my god, you're so fluffy, I could squeeze you to death-" You smile wide as you pet her head while the two homeowners walk back out.

Red says your name, "sans, papyrus, this is my brother, edge."

"A Pleasure To Meet You!" Papyrus greets him with an enthusiastic smile. Edge nods in reply, seeming to study the three of you carefully. You shrink a little bit under his gaze as he seems to stare at you far longer than the others, before adjusting his posture.

"Likewise, Neighbors. I Am Sure Our Holiday Decoration Battles Will Be Legendary." He huffs amusedly, putting his hands on his hips. "Be Careful With Doomfanger, She Is A Very Delicate Soul."

"Don't worry, I'll take the utmost care of her." You reassure him, happily playing with the suddenly over-affectionate kitty. Red huffs amusedly at that. Well, if Doomfanger likes you, that's certainly a good sign.

A few hours passed by. You and Papyrus made sure to get your best outfits for the occasion, and Sans..well, he looks exactly the same. But hey, at least he's coming along!

Looking over the location again, Papyrus sets it to his GPS and hops into his car. You slide across the hood for dramatic effect, before getting into the passenger side. Sans sits in the back, his preferred spot to relax in on trips. You and Papyrus both slide on some shades at the same time, and he takes off. You briefly take the opportunity to look at the other houses in this neighborhood, mainly seeming to be pretty blank and bland at the moment with the exception of yours and the Fell bros' house. A part of you wonders if you'll see other universes begin to turn up, filling in those bland spots and giving them the splashes of original color they truly deserve..

Papyrus happily sings along to the tune playing on the radio, Sans even chiming in from time to time. You smile as the wind hits your body, cooling you off as you make your way there. Papyrus parks after a short while, exiting his car and locking it before picking Sans up and sitting him on his feet. You exit as well, looking around. It's a pretty nice little setup they've got going on, the stage looks pretty great and there's quite a few different faces attending. You can't help but wonder what their concerts will look like once they become a bit bigger.

Some of the band members happily chat amongst themselves on the stage, the skeletal pair you happen to be looking for noticeably absent for the time being..likely backstage preparing. You decide to stay towards the back so you can stay beside Papyrus, since he wouldn't want his height to ruin the experience for anybody behind him. Sans relaxes beside you, taking in your surroundings with a hum.

Briefly checking the time on your phone, you perk up when the stage lights turn on, and the rest of the members walk out. Red walks to the front holding a red electric guitar, making sure everything's working properly and giving a thumbs up to his bandmates. Edge sits in the back, waiting for his cue to play the drums. You can't help but smile as you see them both about to do something they enjoy.

The music starts, and the crowd begins cheering and clapping along to the beat. Edge starts playing the drums quickly, joined in by Red's guitar alongside a few others. You find yourself bopping your head to the beat, focusing particularly closely on Red's movements. How he starts off a bit awkwardly, but slowly melts into the confidence you've come to know him for. A smile makes its way onto his skull as he walks with his guitar, putting his soul into playing. The lead singer gives their all as they focus on putting emotion into their lyrics, walking around the stage and leaning on their bandmates.

Red continues playing his guitar with confident strides, waiting until a solo section comes up for him to really show off his skills. You cheer as you hear him, clapping your hands in support. His eyelight meets your eyes, and everything..seems to stop.

The music muffles, as does the crowd. Your surroundings seem to blur as his focus lies only on you, and yours is only on him. For some strange reason..he feels like..he knows that look. Your face. The way you act. You in general. There's something so familiar, and yet..you've never met before today, have you? Surely you must have. ..Why else would this feeling be so strong? You smile brightly at him. The feeling makes him jolt, like something had struck his very Soul.

..Focus returns. He prioritizes playing through the song until the end, listening as everyone cheers. And yet..his eyelight doesn't leave you. Not for a good long while, until someone else calls for him so they can start up the next song in their list.

You hold Sans' hand, running your thumb over it as you bop your head to the music. He smiles over at you, before focusing on the show before you. ..Even if he just so happens to want to watch you a little bit more.

Something tells him this is only the start of a series of strange phenomena. Something he's not quite sure how to feel about..especially so quickly.

..But he'll manage. He always finds a way to.

[0cta9on]

Cute Thoughts - Minji

An interviewer approaches you two asking "Excuse me, Are you two a couple?". You coldly replied "Yeah why?". The interviewer goes on asking if we are willing to tell about how we both met. The whole conversation took a complete turn, from cynical to sociable. "Sure, absolutely" you quip and turn to her with tender looks meeting her gaze..............

[Tell her dude how much you adore her😤may I have a snippet of this scenario? Tq🙇‍♂️]

Reference- Meet Cutes NYC

Hello mikeylo! These kinds of videos are really cute, thanks for sending such an interesting prompt :> Made a very slight tweak to the prompt (as I always do) that I think you and a few other people might enjoy :]

Nowadays, it's rare that we ever get a chance alone together with how busy Minji is. Long distance is hell, but she's living out her dreams and I want to do anything I can to support her, even if she's a million miles away. Some nights, like tonight, we get lucky. The stars aligned and I'm once again reunited with the girl that changed my life.

Minji hooks her arm through mine, shielding me from the frigid winter air with her warmth. "There's a cafe around the corner I've been wanting to try, do you mind if we stop there?" She asks.

I look at her, smiling. "Of course-"

"Excuse me!" A man comes up to us, pointing a camera at our faces. "Are you two a couple?"

I shield Minji from the camera, pulling her behind me. Fuck, is this guy paparazzi or something? Does he have to stir up shit on today of all days?

"Yeah, why?" I answer gruffly.

"Would you mind telling me the story of how you first met?"

My expression shifts from defensive to enthusiastic as I pull Minji into view of the camera, draping my around her like it's where she belongs. She giggles cutely, awaiting my answer.

"Yeah, absolutely!" I reply, turning towards Minji with a heartfelt gaze. "We went to high school together and, uh... For me, it was love at first sight."

Minji slaps my arm, blushing profusely. "When did you turn so corny?" She quips.

I chuckle, pulling her closer. "I wasn't an 'ideal student' in school, but she took a chance with me and I've been the happiest man on Earth ever since."

The interviewer turns towards Minji. "What about you, miss, what did you think of him when you two first met?"

"Well, he was..." She looks up at me, gazing fondly at my face. "...a bit of a troublemaker for sure. But I think a lot of people just misunderstood him. He may have made some mistakes in the past, but I know that he has a good heart, and that's why I fell in love with him."

My lips curl into a smile from her words. Our first meeting was a bit... messy, but if it weren't for that one fateful night, I wouldn't be here with her right now. Hell, I might not have been here at all.

"What's your favorite thing about each other?" The interviewer asks.

"Damn, how am I gonna narrow it down to one thing?" I quip, receiving another playful slap from Minji. "She's just so... amazing. Hardworking, humble, unconditionally kind. Her soul is so unbelievably beautiful."

Minji cups her hands, hints of pink peeking through her fingers. "He's usually not this corny, I don't know what's gotten into him today," she jokes, a smile evident in her voice.

"Don't say it like that, people are gonna think I don't compliment you!" I playfully chide her.

Minji leans into the camera, waving her hands in protest. "To everyone watching this, he's very sweet, I promise! It's just multiplied by a thousand today!" She giggles.

The interviewer smiles, another victim of Minji's infectious energy. "What's your answer, miss? What's your favorite thing about your boyfriend?"

I look at her expectantly. "Yeah, what's your favorite thing about me, miss?"

Minji chuckles to herself before facing the camera. "Hmm... There's a lot about him that I love, but if I were to pick one thing, it would be that he communicates very well," she says. "He's very open and honest to me about what he's feeling, so we rarely ever fight about anything since he'll talk to me right away if there's something bothering him."

The interviewer's brow raises in surprise. "So you two have never fought about anything? Ever?"

A mischievous smirk grows on Minji's face. "Actually, there was one time he upset me, so I gave him the silent treatment the whole day, and in the middle of the night, he comes up to me, cry-"

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I scramble to silence her. "O-okay, Minji, you don't need to tell the whole world about that!" She laughs at me with her signature cackle, nearly falling to the ground.

"Fine, I won't tell," she concedes with an amused grin. "It was really cute though, and I felt really bad about giving him the silent treatment."

"It was hell..." I mutter under my breath, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. That happened months ago, yet she still won't let me forget about it.

The interviewer chuckles to himself. "Alright, to wrap this up, can you tell me what your names are?"

"I'm Minji." She turns to me, her eyes glistening with warmth and tenderness. I still can't believe someone as amazing as her is in my life. There are days that I think I don't deserve her, but she's always there to reassure me, bombarding me with love and kindness. It makes it even harder to say goodbye when Minji has to go back to work.

I may not know the next time I'll be able to hold her like this again, so I need to make every second count. For her.

I turn to the camera, smiling ear to ear. "My name is Yuno."

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Oh my god I read "insatiable," the Trey fic, and I am literally in awe, it was SO good I literally need to inject it into my veins. It's unfortunately rare for me to find Trey smut that I vibe with so I am REALLY happy I found your blog!! I think I saw that your requests are open right now (and I also saw that you also like Trey),,, could I please request more Trey smut </3

I trust your vision for him tbh, so not too many specifics here, but if you could somehow incorporate Trey being very loving and praising his partner, that would literally be the cherry on top. Loving partners are so sexy/j

You are doing god's work here and I'm so interested to see more fics from you in general!

Sweetie Pie

A/N: I agree Alice… Finding fics of Trey is like finding gold coins on the beach. Trey is sexy. People just need to be more open minded… Thank you for enjoying my writing… Sometimes I am very bashful about it. So I am happy that I could please you. This is what I have to offer.

tags: gn!reader, praise kink wc: 1.5k+

You almost felt bad about lying to Riddle. Almost. It was 11pm when you arrived in Heartslabyul. A small duffle bag hanging off your shoulder as you crept through the halls and up the stairs to a particular someone’s dorm room. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a door swung open,  and Riddle was frowning in the doorway. Thankfully, you had rehearsed your excuse. When asked why you had snuck into the building, you waved a hand dismissively and pulled a green notebook out of your bag. You had borrowed Trey’s notes for the alchemy exam. You just wanted to return them before class started tomorrow. 

The Housewarden was hesitant. Yawning softly before starting to smile. He was happy that you were doing something honorable. When he offered you an escort for your walk back you assured him that you would be okay. The walk wasn’t that long. Riddle must’ve been too tired to acknowledge the duffle bag in its entirety. Which was a good thing for you. You didn’t exactly lie. That was why you almost felt bad. You were returning Trey’s notes and having a sleepover. 

The moment you entered his room you could feel his body against yours. The door was pushed shut with your body pinned against the hard surface and Trey’s strong body. His lips peppered the side of your face, his leg slid between your thighs, and he successfully took your duffle bag from its place on your shoulder to hit the floor with a soft thud. “At least give me a hello.” You teased, turning your head with a soft whine as he snatched your earlobe between his teeth. “Hiii.” He purred softly and kissed along the side of your face. You could smell the fresh mint on his breath. You loved the way it prickled and electrified your skin. 

This was all the cause of pent up energy from exams. The two of you agreed to focus on your studies, not realizing the consequences that would come from lack of attention. The both of you were so touch starved. Trey had startled you with his enthusiastic request for a school night sleepover. You had no reason to decline. Your hips rolled against his light, hoping for friction as his hands rubbed against the sides of your body. Your top was pushed up as Trey caught your lips in a quick biting kiss that left your bottom lip caught in his teeth. You shivered with a weak moan as he released the flesh with a playful grin, hidden in the darkness of the dorm room. His thumbs rubbed gingerly over your budding nipples. Your hips rocked faster with the silent desire for more. “Does that feel good?” He asked softly and you nodded. Far too bashful to use your voice. “Awww that makes me happy~” Trey sighed with a smile.

When his hips rolled into yours, meeting your meek thrusts you could feel how hard his cock was. Hidden beneath his cotton pajama pants. There was a stuttering breath as he pinched and teased your nipples, ducking his head down to suck at your throat as you reached downwards to slide a finger in the waistband and pull. “Come on…” You whined impatiently. Your breath hitching when he sucked hard on the flesh closest to your jaw before pulling away with a wet smack. “What happened to the ‘hello’s?” Trey chuckled softly as you exhaled your frustration. “Alright, alright. Here is fine?” The Vice Housewarden posed it as a question. But really he was telling you. Not asking you. 

Your bottoms were slipped down your thighs and pooled around your ankles. Your lips caught in hungry kisses as Trey lowered his body, pressing his mouth harder against yours to silence your yelp. His strong arms had lifted you against the door. You were folded against his body now, knees hooked over his elbows as he pulled away to let you breathe. A thin trail of spit connecting your bruised lips to his. The position was suffocating. The position was erotic. Your hands grabbed at his arms with your skin burning from your ears and down to your collarbone. The heat between your legs was intense as Trey pressed his head against yours. “You wanna work yourself open for me? Get it nice and ready so I can fill you up?” His tone was polite. Giving you no reason to deny. Your skin was coating itself in a thin film of sweat, burning against the cool air of the room as you snuck a hand down between your legs to pump a finger in and out of yourself. You could feel Trey’s eyes watching you. “Only one finger? I think two would make it easier. Or do you like the way it feels when you get stretched open?” He asked softly as he peppered kisses along the side of your face. Your finger pumped and curled faster. “When I fill you up with my cock? When it presses against that special spot inside of you? I love when your eyes roll up into your head, that’s how I know you’re close to cumming.” Having his husky voice encouraging you like this was already pushing you to the edge of an orgasm. You slipped a second finger inside, listening to the squish and wet sound of your furious movements. You wanted to cum. But you would rather have Trey inside of you first. 

“Can you stay quiet for me?” He asked with another delicate kiss pressed against your face and you nodded with your fingers slowing to a stop. Your heart was ready to jump out of your throat from excitement. It was almost embarrassing how excited you were to be fucked. Almost. “Pull your fingers out. I’ll make you feel good. Just make sure to keep it down okay?” Trey instructed and naturally you obeyed with a dazed look on your face. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him close as you listened to the shuffle of clothing. “You’re such a good listener, doing everything I ask without complaining.” He chuckled quietly. Your hole clenched when you felt something round pushing against you, breaching the entrance. Your nails dug into his shirt and you forced your head into his shoulder. “You take me so well. Even when you cried and sobbed about it being too big for you at first.” Trey pushed slowly, feeling you convulse around each inch as the muscles in your stomach cramped and twisted. Aching for more and more. To be filled entirely. “You’re so good for me. So perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m lucky to be the guy you like.” He huffed with a tight roll of his hips. His grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you slightly, only to drag your body downwards as your back slid against the wood of the door. “Ohhhh fuuuckkk…” The warbled sound was pulled out of your throat as Trey nestled deep inside of your body. 

Your thighs shaking and your toes curled tightly as you attempted to stop yourself from cumming. The round tip of his cock rubbed your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Pressing harshly as stars dotted your vision. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt yourself starting to orgasm no matter how hard you tried to hold back. And Trey knew this. “Already? Ohhhh sweetie pie~” He cooed as you tilted your head back until it rested against the wood of the door. And with a gentle kiss on your forehead, Trey began to lift you, and pull you back down onto his cock. Starting slow before gradually picking up speed. The lewd wet smacks of skin meeting made you cry and moan. You struggled to bite back the sounds as your insides were given the rough massage you needed. The daily stressors. The annoyances around you during class. Running around on behalf of the Headmage. All being fucked out of you and forgotten bit by bit. “Shhhh- Remember you have to be quiet.” Trey warned with your lips again caught in his. You were struggling to catch your breath now. When he pulled away he was pouting, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “You’re doing so good. So, so good for me. You wanna cum again?” He asked and you nodded quickly. Your breath short as Trey’s short nails left deep crescents on your hips. “Cum with me okay? Come on.” You obeyed. You had no reason not to. 

You shook and strangled your loud cry in your throat. Body twitching from overstimulation against the hard surface of the door as Trey fucked you through said orgasm. His cock beating against the bundle of nerves before pressing tight against it. His cock throbbing with each gush of sperm oozing out and filling you. 

The warmth was pleasant. Leaving you in a daze as you started to fall limp, allowing yourself to be supported by Trey. You felt him shiver as he began to soften, warming his cock inside of you. “Are you okay?” He whispered, and you nodded. You felt more than okay. But you were too tired to speak up. 

[mirage-aera]

HI! I’m new to requesting so I’m sorry if this sounds weird

Could you do sodo with an s/o who’s all cutesy and soft? Like they look like complete opposites yet they’re inseparable and everyone around them is so confused on how this even happened lmfao

Pure fluff though!

Thanks!<3

Anon I realise I am so so late with your request I’m sorry about that, I truly am. If you’re still waiting for it then sorry for the wait but here it is, happy (early) new year folks!

•°. *࿐ Opposites attract

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Sodo x fem!ghoulette!Reader

Synopsis: The fellow ghouls and ghoulettes have come to realise why you and Sodo fit so well together even though you’re opposites.

Word count: 992

Masterlist

Whenever fellow ghouls and ghoulettes see the two of you together, a certain question pops up in their minds. How the actual fuck are you two a couple? Sodo… is well Sodo. Grumpy, sometimes a bit mean, doesn’t give a flying fuck, and on top of that has a short temper. And then you have you, a gentle soul, always smiling, and willing to set aside your own needs to tend to others’ needs. There have been multiple occasions where they have approached you to ask how you even ended up with Sodo and tolerated his fiery personality. You would always wave them off and laugh, telling them it’s a story for another time.

Currently Swiss is pissing off Sodo. He’s already curing a headache and Swiss’ teasing is not helping. “Come on man! Tell us already! It’s been at least a year since you’ve hooked up-” Sodo glares at him and interrupts him, “not hooking up. We are dating, there’s a difference.” Swiss laughs, “fine. It’s been at least a year since you started dating and we still don’t know how that happened. Can’t you tell us by now?” Sodo can feel his patience, which is already quite small, slipping. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Swiss I swear on Satan, drop it. I’m not in the mood for your questions.” Rain chuckles, “he does have a point Sodo. It has been a year and you still haven’t told us.” Sodo sighs, done with this conversation. “If you’re so curious why don’t you ask (Y/n)? I’m sure she would love to tell you.” He says curtly. This time Phantom cuts in, “we have tried! She won’t tell us either! Saying it’ll be a story for a later time.” Sodo groans, wishing they’d just drop it. “Guys really. Shut up. I’ll tell you next time.” Mountain raises an eyebrow, “and when is next time?” Sodo feels every fiber in his being snap. He stands up abruptly and waves his arms around angrily, “JUST SHUT UP!” He laughs a bit maniacally, “I’m going to kill the next fucking person I see. I swear to Satan!” The room turns silent after his outburst. They stare at him with wide eyes. They didn’t think he’d snap like this at them, yet again it’s Sodo. He has a lot of anger in him. He opens his mouth to insult them some more when suddenly an all-familiar voice rings throughout the room.

“Hi!! Hello Sodo! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” His whole body freezes at your voice. You do sound very happy to see him. The whole room bursts into laughter as you look on with confusion and Sodo looking very sheepish. He whips around and gives you an awkward smile. “Hey! Hey, oh my Satan! Oh my Satan… what’s going on? Did you need something?” You grin at him, “yeah! I knitted you a sweater. I wanted you to try it on! See if it fits and if you like it!” He sighs but continues smiling, finding your antics cute. “Okay, come here then.” You skip happily over to him and hand it to him. You hand it over enthusiastically and he pulls it over his head. You give him a good one over, slightly checking him out in the meantime. You smile happily, “it’s perfect! Don’t you think so?” He chuckles, “yes it’s perfect, my ember.” Suddenly an impulsive thought runs through your mind.

“Wow!! I’m so happy to see you, Sodo!” Before he can retort and say something endearing in return he sees you reaching your hands out to his face and squishing his cheeks. “Wababababa babaab- ahhh~” You let out silly sounds with a smile reaching your eyes. The whole room has their jaw dropped to the floor. If any of them tried to do that to Sodo they would be met with a solid punch to the gut. But here they are, watching Sodo smile happily back at you while you’re squishing his cheeks, both of your tails swishing around happily. Eventually, you stop your activity and return your hands to your side. You notice the other ghouls staring at you two with a dumbfounded look. Swiss is the first to speak up, “okay. Now we really need to know. How the fuck did this,” he motions to you both, “happen.” You laugh, “I did this,” you say while making squishing gestures with your hands, “when he was upset. Then we found out we’re mates, now we’re inseparable. Where he goes I follow and vice versa.” Their jaws drop again. Sodo smirks and shakes his head. You have the fireball wrapped around your finger. “I don’t mind it.” He says, mainly directed to you.

Phantom walks up to Sodo with a smirk, hands outreached. He notices and glares at him, “try it and I’ll punt you back to hell.” Phantom freezes as his tail drops. He puts his hands up, “fine fine! Clearly, you only don't mind when she’s the one doing it.” Sodo rolls his eyes, “obviously.” You burst out in laughter at his defensiveness. He turns to look at you and can’t help but break out in a smile. Yeah, he really is wrapped around your finger. He can’t help but smile when you are happy. The happy signals you bring over the bond will forever keep him happy. It lets him know that you’re okay and it brings him relief. Once your laughter dies down you look at them all, “now you know how this happened between us. So please stop bugging Sodo about it, for your own good.” You chuckle. He groans at your words but knows it’s true. Every time they brought it up it annoyed him to no end. Just because you're polar opposites, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. If there’s a spark, the bond will find its way eventually.

[chairofchaos]

30, 52, or 58

Nyxlin because my gods that first part has me full sold on them

Please!

The Wine Cellar

Pairing: Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Summary: In which Nyxlin get stuck in a wine cellar. Rating: Teen Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: There's drinking. Because wine cellar. Nothing else that I can think of! A/N: Shoutout to @thrumbolt who enthusiastically informed me the proper ship name is NYXLIN. Also, this was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned into 2.4k so fast. It is connected to the Nyxlin drabble "Banned from Bed" if you're interested! Linked in my masterlist under ACOTAR>Drabbles! <3 Prompt 58: being locked in a small space

As soon as Tamlin stepped to the second step, the heavy door slammed behind him. “No, no, no, no.”

“Lord Tamlin?”

The voice came from total darkness. Tamlin shifted his eyes quickly into the eyes of an owl so that he could see down the stairs more clearly.

Nyx. He was locked in a wine cellar with Nyx Archeron. To Nyx’s credit, he looked absolutely petrified to be facing his mother’s ex-lover in Thesan’s wine cellar. 

"Nyx?"

“Um. Yes. Hello,” the male said. He was almost 300 years old, wasn’t he? Not the smooth salesman his father had been at that age, then.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a key, or a way out, would you?” Tamlin asked cooly. Nyx fidgeted, his hands fidgeting at his sides as he looked in Tamlin’s general direction.

“No. You don’t, either?”

Tamlin shook his head until he saw Nyx pause quizzically, awaiting an answer. Right. Total darkness. He may be the Darling of the Night Court, but Nyx couldn’t see anything here. “No, I don’t.”

Nyx spun on his heel and began to pace. The room wasn’t very large. It was Thesan’s private wine cellar, and Elain Archeron had sent him (by request of Thesan) to retrieve a bottle of wine he wanted for dinner. 

“Could you break us out?” Nyx asked. He paused his pacing, looking rather peevish as he looked up. 

“I wish,” Tamlin admitted, sitting on the stairs. “Thesan has intense spellwork on this cellar.”

Nyx nodded shakily. “I know. Aunt Elain had to talk me through how to get into them. And they’re so strong, I couldn’t even make a faelight.”

He returned to his pacing, his hands fidgeting away at his sides. It was on his sixty fourth trip across the room that Tamlin smelled blood. Not a lot, but in a small room like this, it only took a drop. Nyx was facing the far wall, and wouldn’t turn around for another second or two.

“Are you alright?” Tamlin asked. He immediately regretted it. What did he care for the life of the child of his ex-lover and the male she had left him for? But he had asked, anyway. 

Nyx froze mid-spin. “I- What?”

Tamlin sniffed. Definitely blood. “You’re bleeding.”

Nyx started, so Tamlin added, “I can smell it.”

That didn’t seem to put the lord at any ease. “Okay.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Nyx wavered as he resumed his pacing, his eyes darting between Tamlin’s form and the floor. He still couldn’t see Tamlin, because he never came close to making eye contact. “I just bit my lip.”

“Are you certain?”

Nyx stopped entirely and frowned, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He has Feyre’s eyes, Tamlin realized. No wonder he thought they were pretty.

“I’m fine,” Nyx snapped. And there is Rhysand.

“Alright,” Tamlin said.

But Nyx wasn’t done, and he started pacing again, hands waving emphatically. “I just don’t like being trapped. And this room is only ten feet by eight feet, and the shelves take up all but the three foot walkway between them, so I am feeling very, very trapped. I do not like this. I couldn’t even fit my wings properly if I–”

Nyx froze, completely froze this time, as he turned back to face Tamlin. “I’m sorry.”

Well. That was unexpected, coming from an Archeron. “Sorry for what?”

“Rambling. To you.”

Tamlin shrugged, leaning back on the staircase to prop himself up on his elbows. “You wouldn’t be the first to do it. Lucien’s much worse than you are.”

Nyx snorted. “He’s so put together. Uncle Lucien doesn’t ramble.”

Tamlin laughed at that, and Nyx looked so curious that he couldn’t help but add, “Oh yes, he does, if you give him the right amount of liquor. Or if you ask him about Elain when he’s tired. He’ll talk for hours about the curl of her hair, the pretty color of her new dress. Try it sometime.”

Nyx laughed. “I’ll do that.”

“What do you say we crack open one of these expensive bottles of wine to pass the time?” Tamlin offered. 

Nyx shook his head. “I can’t. Lord Thesan would kill me.”

“I outrank you,” Tamlin shrugged, standing up. “Blame it on me like the rest of your family.”

Nyx paled and said nothing. 

Tamlin chuckled, stepping down the stairs to reach for an 800 year old bottle of Autumn merlot. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing new.”

Nyx shuffled back until his back hit the wall. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I can see you.”

If it was at all possible for a fae to turn green without literally turning green, Nyx Archeron was making his best attempt. “What?”

“I can see you.”

“Mothers’ tits,” Nyx swore, crossing his arms. “You shifted your eyes.”

“Yes,” Tamlin said, grinning. “And it’s been very informative.”

Nyx frowned, then seemed to think better of it, and schooled his face to something more neutral. “How so?”

Tamlin shrugged out of habit, scoring the wax seal on the wine bottle with a taloned finger. “It isn’t every day you learn an heir to the Night Court is afraid of the dark.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!” Nyx threw his hands up in the air. Tamlin began to sink a falcon’s talon into the cork to try to pull it off. “I said I’m afraid of small spaces!”

Tamlin froze at the same time as Nyx, the wine bottle in his hands forgotten for the confession the male had made.

Nyx swore again. “Please, don’t mention it. Ever.”

“No,” Tamlin shook his head. “I won’t. But, are you alright?” He took a swig of the wine straight from the bottle. 

“No!” Nyx shouted. He tugged at his black curls (oh, why was that attractive?) before waving his hands in the air as if gesturing at the room. “I am not.”

“Is there…” Tamlin sighed, setting the wine back on the shelf. “Can I help?”

Nyx rolled his eyes, crossing his arms again. He had as much attitude as his parents, the brat. “No.”

“I will, if I can.” 

“I don’t want your help.”

“So I could help, you just don’t want it?” Tamlin teased. It was like he had forgotten, in the absurdity of the position they were in, just who this male was.

Nyx bit his bottom lip and scuffed his toe against the ground. It didn’t seem to matter if he knew Tamlin could see him. That, or in his anxiety, he had forgotten he could be seen at all. “No.”

“Great. Now that we’ve established you don’t want my help, what can I do?”

Nyx sighed. “Hug me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You could hug me. It’s easier to pretend I’m somewhere else if I have physical contact.”

It was Tamlin’s turn to freeze. Well, this was ending up one of the weirder days in Tamlin’s life. “Alright,” he shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. He had said he would help. Of course, that meant he actually had to do it. He wouldn’t be made a liar by Feyre’s son, of all fae.

Nyx rubbed his arm, shifting his weight awkwardly. Tamlin strode to him, then murmured, “Any particular… request?”

Nyx shook his head. Standing close to him, Tamlin could see the blood crusting on his lower lip and the panicked glaze in his eyes. “Alright.”

When his arm went around the male’s back, Tamlin was surprised to find how easily Nyx folded into his arms. One of his hands hovered for a second above Tamlin’s heart before fisting into the fabric of his shirt. Nyx smelled like ink and a piney soap he couldn’t quite place. It was distracting enough that it took Tamlin a few seconds to realize how tightly Nyx was gripping his shirt. In the same moment, he realized he didn’t care if the fabric was wrinkled. 

Mother save me, Tamlin thought as Nyx buried his face in his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Nyx whispered. Lost for words, Tamlin simply stroked the male’s back and nodded.

Nyx’s breaths slowed, and after a few moments, his grip on Tamlin’s shirt loosened. He was muscular, more so than his thin frame would suggest. Still, his shoulders were much more tense than the rest of his body, as though he carried the weight of the world in the muscles which lay there. 

“You’re so tense,” Tamlin murmured. Nyx huffed, picking his head up and leaning back. “What?”

Cauldron boil and fry me. “Your shoulders. You’re tense.”

“I am stuck in a wine cellar,” Nyx returned, sounding every bit as though he’d rather be discussing anything else.

“This didn’t happen in the last hour,” Tamlin countered, his hand drifting up to squeeze Nyx’s shoulder as if to confirm. Nyx rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to step back, but Tamlin was quicker, and tightened the arm around the male’s waist. “Nyx.”

Nyx stiffened, eyes widening as he looked at Tamlin. His jaw dropped slightly, a huff of air leaving his lips. Tamlin raised an eyebrow. “You’re a beast,” Nyx snarled suddenly with flashing eyes. 

Tamlin would have responded in kind had it not been the snarl of a cornered animal. “Nyx.”

Nyx pinched his bicep. “Let me go.” 

“Fine,” Tamlin returned, raising his hands in mock surrender. He had pinched him. Brat. “As you wish.”

Nyx retreated to the far wall, breathing heavily before resuming his pacing. Tamlin grabbed the bottle of wine, reclaiming his perch on the stairs as Nyx turned angrily on his heel. “You’re going to wear a path in the floor.”

“I don’t care,” Nyx snapped. 

“Why so hostile all of a sudden? You were the one who asked me for help.”

Nyx said nothing, so Tamlin took another swig of wine. Mother help him. Somebody needed to find them, and soon. 

Ten minutes later, Tamlin heard the creaking of the hinges above him. Light which was way too bright filtered into the room, and he blinked as he looked up, shifting his eyes back quickly.

“Nyx?” Lucien said. Then, as though surprised, he added, “Tamlin? What are you doing here?”

“Don’t let the door shut!” Nyx said quickly.

Lucien eyed his nephew and his friend with concern, but took a step back, holding the door open. Nyx bolted up the stairs as quickly as he could, his legs brushing Tamlin’s shoulder as he did so. Pine. The scent of his soap was so strong.

“I’ll grab the wine,” Tamlin said dully, standing to walk down the stairs and into the gloomy cellar. He had drunk half of the bottle of wine he was already holding. What was another?

He grabbed a bottle, and found himself questioning why Elain Archeron would send him to get a bottle of wine. Surely a servant could have been spared for this errand?

Nyx and Lucien spoke in low voices at the top of the stairs, but when Tamlin began climbing the stairs, they stopped quickly, Nyx stepping further out of the doorway to let Tamlin through. 

Lucien was examining his nephew the way he assessed prey, and when his eyes, one russet, one golden, slid to Tamlin’s approaching form, he blinked quickly as if to clear his vision of some obstruction.

Tamlin ignored his oldest friend, pressing the sealed bottle of wine into his hands. “I’m not coming to dinner. Please give Thesan my compliments and let him know I’ve gone to bed.”

“Why?” Nyx’s head shot up at that, looking concerned. Tamlin ground his teeth together, swirling the remaining wine in the bottle he still held. 

“I’m tired.”

Lucien nodded. “We’ll tell him.”

“Do you need anything?” Nyx’s heedless words clearly surprised him as much as Lucien and Tamlin. The tips of his ears flushed as Lucien arched an eyebrow at the young male while Tamlin looked at him one last time. Last, because whatever pine scent was addling his brain could not find him again.

“No,” Tamlin shook his head, not unkindly. 

“Alright. Thank you for your help.” Nyx turned and walked away, his steps quick. 

Lucien’s hand shot out to still Tamlin before he could turn in the other direction. 

“What is he thanking you for?”

Tamlin felt his cheeks heat. Fuck. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it, Lucien.”

Lucien tilted his head. “He’s my nephew.”

“I know.”

“Rhysand’s son.”

“I know.”

“Did you,” Lucien waved a hand in the air, grimacing. “Did something happen with him?”

Tamlin ground out, “No.” 

Lucien raised an accusatory eyebrow.

“I didn’t do anything,” Tamlin growled.

Lucien sighed. “If you insist.”

Tamlin bit his tongue, barely refraining from asking why Lucien might have thought that they would have been together in the first place.

“Goodnight, Tamlin.”

Tamlin nodded, finally stepping away from the redhead who saw far too much. “Goodnight, Lucien.”

Mother help anyone who tried to get something past Lucien and his mate. Elain could see far more than she let on. It was no doubt she– Elain, Tamlin realized suddenly. Hadn’t Nyx said Elain had sent him there as well? Tamlin swore under his breath, turning to call down the hall. 

“Lucien!”

Lucien turned to face him. 

“Tell your wife I need to talk to her tomorrow, please.”

Lucien sighed. “I’ll ask her.”

“No,” Tamlin shook his head. “Tell her. It’s essential.”

“I will ask her,” Lucien repeated firmly. “She isn’t yours to order any more than she is mine.”

Tamlin swallowed at the hard set of Lucien’s face. His role as the heir of Day had changed things between them, but never before had Lucien leveled such a look in his direction. “Very well.”

Lucien smiled faintly in acknowledgement, then raised a hand in a parting before resuming his walk towards the dining room. 

Lucien be damned. Tamlin swore he could still smell the scent of pine, his chest tightening with something akin to longing as he thought of the hand which had fisted in his shirt, the blood on Nyx’s lip. Fuck. It lingered, no matter where he tried to drive his thoughts. Tamlin swore as he opened the door to his rooms, then shut it behind him once again.

They had only just met, but somehow, Tamlin knew: Nyx Archeron would be the death of him.

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[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

[jobean12-blog]

Simply Irresistible

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 2,446

Summary: Joel takes you on the best first day you’ve ever been on

Author’s Note: More Biker!Joel because I love him so! This is connected to my first Biker!Joel story The Road to Love but they can be read separately. Thank you so much for the love this AU is getting, I’m really enjoying it! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: lots of soft and sweet fluff, flirting, tension, f-ing-er-ing, little th-ig-h ri-d-ing, Joel can’t keep his hands to himself 

The edit below is NOT MINE: my amazing friend Ellie @mrsmischief209 made it for me at the drop of a hat and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thank you forever my sweet! 💕

Joel Miller Masterlist

“He texted you again, didn’t he?” Jade asks as she peeks over your shoulder.

“Of course it’s him,” Dan adds. “Look at that smile.”

You finish replying to Joel and then stuff your phone in the back pocket of your jeans.

“You two are insufferable!”

Your tone is playful and you’re still grinning.

“You LOVE us,” Dan chimes.

“You do,” Jade agrees. “Now tell us what he said.”

“I do love you both,” you assure them. “And he was just asking what I was wearing for our date…”

“REALLY?!” Dan screeches. “WHY?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask,” you reply. “I just told him I was planning to wear a dress.”

“You didn’t ask why!?!” Dan nearly shouts.

“Maybe he wanted to make sure you’re dressed properly for the restaurant…maybe it’s a fancy and romantic place!” Jade says with a wistful sigh.  

You look between your two friends and roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I’ll find out!” you say as you wiggle past them to help a customer.

“I can hardly wait until Saturday,” Dan whispers to Jade as he follows after you. “I bet they don’t even make it to dinner.”

Jade and Dan share a mischievous giggle and you shoot them a glare, smirking when you see Dan waggling his eyebrows at you.

~Saturday night~

“Text me and Dan if you need anything,” Jade speaks into the phone.

Dan grabs it from her hand.

“YES! Text us everything,” Dan says enthusiastically. “All the juicy details…I want to know every last one!”

You hear some scuffling and hear Jade mutter a curse at Dan before she’s back and says, “sorry babes, Dan is very excited.”

“I am too,” you smile as you stand in front of your mirror and check yourself one last time.

Just then you hear the rumble of an engine and your stomach fills with butterflies.

“He’s here!” you whisper shout into the phone. “Gotta go!”

“HAVE FUN!” both Dan and Jade shout simultaneously.

With a laugh you hang up and head for your front door.

The doorbell rings and you let out the breath you’ve been holding in before opening the door.

Joel’s leaning against the frame, relaxed in his signature dark jeans that fit just right and a vest that shows off his sculpted arms and tattoos.

Your gaze lingers on his handsome face before you take in the rest of him, you fingers twinkling hello with a small wave.

“Hey sunshine,” he murmurs as his eyes sweep over your body appreciatively.

Even though he does nothing to hide the fact that he’s checking you out it doesn’t come off as creepy, it only makes you feel desired and beautiful.

“You look…” and he runs a hand through his hair, tousling it so his curls are more pronounced, “amazin’.”

“Thanks,” you answer sweetly as you take a step closer.

He lifts his hand and holds up a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“These are for you,” he says quietly.

“Oh Joel! They’re beautiful!” you exclaim, taking them and holding them up to your nose. “I love them! Thank you.”

He looks pleased and gives you a sideways smile. You place your palm on his chest and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, your lips lingering on his skin before you pull away, your eyelashes still fluttering against your cheek.

When you meet his eyes they wander over your features before settling on your lips.

“You’re welcome sunshine.”

“I just want to put them in water before we go. Come in for a minute.”

You leave the door open and rush off to the kitchen, grabbing a small vase and filling it with water. Joel remains by the door and openly inspects what he can see of your house.

“I like it,” he says when you’re finished and walking back to him. “It’s warm and soft and inviting…fits you.”

“Thanks. It’s home.”

You meet him by the door but he doesn’t move out of the way.

You nibble your bottom lip and look at him through your lashes.

“Ready?” you ask.

He lifts his hand to your mouth and presses the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip, gently pulling it free from your teeth. Then he takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your mouth to his.

Your hands instinctively curl into his vest and you press yourself against him. His fingers graze your jaw before ghosting down your neck and curling around the back of it to bring you impossibly closer, his lips finding yours again quickly.

“Mm,” he hums against your lips, kissing you several more times before announcing, “now I’m ready. Just had to give you a proper hello darlin’.”

You nod, unable to speak and still clinging to him.

His hand slides lower and wraps around your waist, tucking you into his side as he leads you out the door.

“Where’s your bike?” you ask without thinking.

“Disappointed sunshine?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you give him a sheepish look.

“No! Not at all. I just figured…”

His fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes, ghosting his lips across yours as he whispers, “don’t worry, I promised I’d take you for a ride any time you want and I meant it. I just can’t have you riding around on my bike in that dress darlin’. It’s not the safest.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Is that why you asked me what I was going to wear?”

He nods with a wink and brings you around to the passenger side door of his pickup then opens it for you.

“I would have changed,” you tell him with a smile.

His intense gaze travels from your head to your toes and when he reaches your eyes again they blaze with heat.

“No,” is all he says before he takes your hand and helps you up.

Once you’re seated he leans forward and grabs the seatbelt, laying it across your body then buckling it. The action is thoughtful and sweet but every time his hands brush along your skin it fills you with anticipation, the need to have him touch you overwhelming.

As if he senses it too, his fingers close around your hand and he lifts it to his lips for a soft kiss, his eyes never leaving yours until he reluctantly releases you and shuts the door.

When he gets in the driver’s side you ask, “where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says as he shifts the truck into drive.

He sets one hand loosely on the steering wheel and lets his other inch across the middle console until it’s resting on your thigh, his fingers slightly hidden under the hem of your dress.  

His calloused thumb draws small circles on your soft skin and you love how rough it feels in comparison. You place your hand over his and trace his long fingers, gently stroking them with your fingertips. He shifts in the seat and glances at you while he squeezes your leg, the air thick with tension.  

Thankfully it doesn’t take long to get to your destination and when Joel turns down a small dirt road you turn to him with a look of confusion.

“There’s no restaurant here,” you say.

“No, there isn’t,” he answers. “Hope that’s ok.”

He parks and hops out of his truck then comes around to open your door and before you can ask any more questions he grabs you around the waist and helps you down, your body sliding along his until your feet hit the ground.

You stay pressed against him, your hands curled around his biceps. When he doesn’t release you, you dance your fingers higher, grazing his shoulder before they dip to the buttons of his vest and press to his warm skin.

“Are you hiding any tattoos under here?” you ask with your eyes still on his chest.

Your fingers toy with the first button and you pop it open, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, tightening his grip on you.

“I want to see,” you whisper, lifting your eyes.

His eyes close briefly and you can see his teeth grind together before he shifts your bodies so he can press you into the side of his truck, the need to feel every inch of you overpowering every other thought.

You continue your exploration and push the fabric apart, slowly dragging your finger downward and parting it more, just enough to see the top of another piece of ink. You look up and into his eyes as your fingers undo one more button of his vest, exposing more of his tan skin until you can see the whole tattoo.

Your eyes drop and you trace your fingertips over the dark ink.

“Beautiful,” you breathe out.

He captures your hand in his, pressing it to his lips before he rests it on his shoulder and with his mouth just a whispered breath from yours his hands caress your body, his frustration evident when the material of your dress keeps him from your bare skin.

“You drive me crazy sunshine. From the moment I saw you…”

“Joel,” you plea.

His nose brushes yours before trailing down your neck, his lips following with soft kisses.

“I had a picnic planned…food, drinks…dessert. Even thought we’d watch the sunset,” he murmurs into your skin.

“Had?” you gasp, your fingers digging into his back as he nips at the skin above your pulse point.

“You expect me to sit through a picnic now?” he teases as his lips move over your collarbone.

“But it sounds so romantic,” you say, your voice breathy as you tilt your head back to give him better access to your neck.

“I thought so,” he smirks as he brings his lips back to yours. “I’ve got everything ready, just say the words.”

“Thought you couldn’t make it through a picnic…” you counter with some playful sass.

“I’d try just for you but I can’t promise anything.”

His fingers slip under the hem of your dress, languidly sliding along your skin until they reach your inner thigh. Every motion is deliberate and when he moves his hand to your hip and teases the waistband of your panties you groan out his name.

“Problem sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes full of mischief.

Your fingers work through his thick dark hair, and move down his back, exploring and touching all the hard planes of muscle.  

You want more. Need it. And you can feel him throb against your stomach as his bearded cheek grazes your delicate skin and he captures your lips in a kiss that steals any remaining air from your lungs.

His hand slides down to your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze, pulling your hips harder against his. With a slight nudge he pushes his knee between your legs and presses his thigh upward, making you whimper into his mouth.

The hard muscle flexes and you can’t stop the way you grind yourself over him.

“Fuck darlin’,” he hisses when he pulls away, his breathing heavy.

Your lips part when he grabs your waist and rocks you over his thigh, your moans of pleasure the only sounds he wants to hear.

He removes his knee and replaces it with his hand, pushing your panties to the side and easily sliding his thick fingers through your arousal.

“Oh fuck sunshine,” he moans against your lips, “this all for me?”

Your hands claw at his back, trying to bring him closer and he answers your silent plea, slowly pushing a finger inside you.

He grunts as your tightness surrounds him and the urge to see your face takes over as he pulls back from your lips to watch you.

He holds your gaze as he takes his time, gentle, slow, deliberate pumps of his hand as he builds a torturous rhythm.

“More,” you demand, dragging your hands down his chest before your fingers grab hold of his biceps.

He flexes under your touch and you can see the chords of muscle strain with his every movement.

“Joel, more.”

He growls and with his free hand, takes a hold of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head and against the truck.

You clench around him and weakly push against his grip. With a satisfied grin he keeps his eyes on yours as he pushes a second finger inside you.

His movements remain slow and torturous and it drives you wild with impatience. You buck your hips onto his hand, trying to take him deeper but he keeps you pinned in place and draws out your pleasure.

“Joel,” you beg, your desperation swallowed by his lazy but sexy kiss that makes you roll your hips all over again.

He keeps you on the edge until you you’re trembling in his arms, strung so taut but not alone. His expression is filled with need, his muscles straining with the last remains of his barely contained control.

“Please,” you whisper, on the verge of falling apart. “Please, Joel.”

Whatever impressive control he’s mastering snaps and he starts to move his fingers faster, pushing deeper. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles until you shatter against him, your release spasming through you until you can hardly hold yourself upright.

“I got you darlin’,” he murmurs and you feel his lips press softly to your shoulder as he draws his fingers away.

Your eyes meet his and his expression is soft with satisfaction.

“I’d apologize for not being able to keep my hands to myself,” he starts, lifting his hand between your bodies, his fingers gleaming, and licking them clean one by one, “but I’m addicted.”

“Joel…” you whisper, still breathless.

He slants his mouth over yours in a grazing, taunting kiss and you bite his lower lip before he deepens it so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

When he tears his mouth away it’s only for lack of air and you can see him start to open it as if he’s going apologize again but you press a finger to his lips.

“This is by far the best first date I’ve ever had,” you whisper as you trace his jaw. “And we still have time to watch the sunset.”

“We can do whatever you want sunshine.”

Your lips curl into a coy smile and you press yourself closer, bending your head to his and kissing him.

Hard and hungry.

His large hand curls around the back of your neck and he keeps you close, taking over and kissing you back just the same.

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[another-lost-mc]

hello! i really love your blog and i love your writings they are incredible! i am happy to see you on my dashboard :)💕

can you do for the side dateables reaction for their S/O recreating Margiela "kiss shirt" and giving it to them? (you can search about this trend on tiktok)

When MC Makes Them a Margiela Kiss Shirt Scenarios | DIAVOLO, BARBATOS, SIMEON and SOLOMON 1.5k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Fluff & Humor | Mildly Suggestive Content Warnings: Pet names (Barbatos, Solomon), some possessive thoughts, some suggestive comments. A/N: I chose the four original Dateables, I hope that's okay! 💙

DIAVOLO

Diavolo is taking you out for dinner, and you agreed to meet him at the Demon Lord's castle.

When you arrive, the shirt is on a clothes hanger behind your back, and you present it to Diavolo with a nervous smile.

His surprised expression quickly morphs into one of delight because he’s obsessed with it. Humans are so creative!

He’s dressed in a stylish suit for your romantic dinner date, but he’s shrugging off his jacket so he can unbutton his shirt and put on the one you made for him.

He leaves his suit jacket open so he can show off his new shirt, decorated with the evidence of your feelings for him. He doesn’t care who sees. 

(Let them see, he thinks with a hint of possessive satisfaction.)

When you pass Barbatos in the hall leading outside, his eyes widen when he notices Diavolo’s change of clothing. You think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He does look like he just bit into something sour though…

Barbatos’s reaction causes your anxiety to spike, and you’re having second thoughts. 

You hesitantly ask Diavolo if it’s really okay for a prince to wear something like this, but Diavolo pulls you closer and presses a kiss against your temple. He tells you not to worry, and he sounds so sincere that you believe him.

When you leave the castle with Diavolo, he has his suit jacket on and the top button of his new shirt is undone. By the time he drives you back to the castle nearly four hours later, his shirt collar is open wide and his suit jacket is wrinkled and neglected in the backseat. 

Diavolo laughs when he reads the Devildom tabloid articles the next morning. He asks Barbatos to fetch him a pair of scissors, and he cuts out the blurry photos they took of him wearing the shirt you made.

Barbatos sighs when he serves his master breakfast. Diavolo waves the picture at him and the Little Ds hovering nearby, talking enthusiastically about his new favourite shirt. He has a lovestruck grin on his face the entire time he eats.

(Barbatos waits until Diavolo leaves the room before he cracks a small smile of his own.)

BARBATOS

“Mr. Barbatoooooos!”

Barbatos glances at the doorway as Little D Number Two enters the room, carrying some awkwardly shaped bag that trails wildly through the air behind him.

“It’s a gift from you-know-who!” the little demon says excitedly, fluttering around Barbatos who takes the package from him.

“Very well, thank you,” Barbatos says when he starts to tug on the clothing bag’s zipper.

He senses a pair of eyes on him - several pairs of eyes, in fact - and he looks around. The other Little Ds have appeared out of nowhere, hovering around the perimeter of the hall and pretending to be busy cleaning something while they eavesdrop.

Barbatos knows they just want to see the present you’ve given him today. Sometimes you even surprise the small demons with gifts of their own.

(The Little Ds might be a bit jealous of their boss.)

Barbatos shoos them away with a glare, and once they disperse, he retreats to his room for some privacy.

He finally unzips the clothing bag and stares at the crisp white - mostly white - shirt inside. He hesitantly brushes his fingers over the kiss-stained fabric. He's surprised when the waxy residue stains his gloves. 

Ah, so it’s real lipstick. That means your lips actually—

His D.D.D. rings and he doesn’t hesitate to answer when he sees your name light up on the screen.

“Did you get the gift I sent you?” you ask him, and he can hear the mischief in your voice.

“Yea, dearest, although I’m quite surprised by it.” He’s still touching the imprints of your lips. “I'm curious what inspired you to make me such a wonderful gift.”

“Think of it as something to remember me by while I’m visiting the human world with Solomon. Love you!”

Barbatos hangs the shirt up in his closet so it won't get ruined (and so no one else will see it). He keeps the token of your affection to himself; he wears it to bed instead of his usual night shirt until you return from your trip.

SIMEON

Simeon glances up when you knock on his bedroom door. You're a little early for your lunch date, but that's alright - he's almost ready.

He’s so distracted by your bright smile and handsome outfit that he doesn’t even notice the gift bag in your hand until you lift it up and let it swing on your finger.

“I made you something special,” you tell him happily and offer the bag to him.

He peers inside and sees a new button up shirt folded carefully in the sheets of tissue paper. “Would you like me to wear this today?” he asks teasingly. He already has his shirt on, but his eager fingers are already unbuttoning it from the top button down.

Simeon takes off his old shirt and shrugs the new one you give him onto his shoulders. He catches a hint of colour from the corner of his eye, and he tugs on the collar so he can look at it properly.

“Lipstick?” he asks, a little confused.

You nod and step closer to him, and you start buttoning up the shirt for him since he seems too shocked to do it himself.

“I made it for you.” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “Do you like it?”

Simeon looks affronted, like the idea is absurd. He laughs and cups your cheek in his palm, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. “I love it,” he says when he gives you a quick kiss. He pulls away reluctantly, his eyes burning into yours.

He's playing with the collar of his shirt, tracing the shape of your kisses with his fingers. “I like having your mark on me,” he admits quietly before he leans towards you again.

Simeon’s sudden desire to keep kissing you makes you laugh. You have to dodge his greedy lips while you convince him that he really should finish getting dressed.

He reluctantly buttons his shirt and lets you pull him from his bedroom after a few more kisses that end much too soon for his liking.

SOLOMON

You’re getting ready for a date with Solomon, but he surprises you when he shows up unexpectedly at your bedroom door in the House of Lamentation.

He has a mischievous grin on his face, and you notice that underneath his coat he’s shirtless.

“Um, Sol? What happened to your…you know…” you ask awkwardly, pointing to your chest that’s fully clothed, unlike his own.

“Oh, I have no idea what you mean, darling,” he lies through his teeth, scanning your shelves and humming far too innocently to be genuine.

You groan when realization dawns on you. “Asmodeus told you about the shirt, didn’t he?”

Solomon has the decency to pretend to look shocked, even though it’s a poor imitation. “Shirt? What shirt?”

Ugh, so much for that surprise. You lean down and reach for the gift bag you tucked under your bed earlier that day. “Well, I suppose you can have it now,” you say, and no, you are definitely not pouting.

Solomon, however, is ecstatic, and he rummages through the tissue paper until he finds his prize. He holds up the shirt and laughs happily. “Oh, my darling, this is wonderful. Shall I try it on for you?”

He gestures for you to take a seat on your bed, and you cross your arms over your chest while he shrugs the shirt on and buttons it up. You hate how amazing he looks in it.

He turns around to look in the mirror, but his gaze is focused on the collar of kisses you made earlier that day. Asmo insisted he knew the perfect shade of lipstick for you to use.

("It matches your natural lip colour perfectly! Solomon will love it!")

“You know, I am rather fond of this,” the sorcerer says, his tone a bit warmer now, and more sincere, “but I think I prefer the real thing best.”

It’s hard not to blush when he makes eye contact with you in the mirror, and the playful grin on his face sharpens into a smirk.

“We’re never going to make it to dinner at this rate,” you say jokingly when he offers you his hand so he can pull you up.

His eyes are glittering and you smile at each other for a moment. “I think I’ll go brag about this to Asmo while you finish getting ready,” he suggests with a wink before he grabs his coat and heads for the door.

It's too late when you realize that Asmo is in the dining room with the rest of his brothers. You're barely out the door to stop the chaos when the familiar sounds of yelling and crashing dishware echoes down the hall.

BONUS:

Who’s inspired to make you a kiss shirt of their own: Diavolo and Solomon.

Who makes deliberate eye contact with you when they put on lipstick and insist the shirt isn’t necessary: Barbatos and Simeon.

[orion4ever]

Author's Note: I was inspired by a recent post of mine about Cliff's protective nature towards MC and how he reacts when Baxter and MC reunite and get back together. I believe Cove keeps Cliff updated on EVERYTHING!

This would take place after the events of the Baxter DLC, The timing is up to you!

Pairing: Baxter Ward x MC

Cliff Holden was currently unboxing some new shipments When he heard the store's front doorbell ring a few times.

He emerged from the backroom to see his son and his group of friends. He instantly had a huge grin on his face as he welcomed them.

"Hey, Bud." He greeted nonchalantly, earning a small 'Hey' from his son.

"Oh! Hello, Terry and Miranda! It's always nice seeing you two" he greeted warmly, earning himself an enthusiastic "Heeyyyyy!" from Terry and a small wave from Miranda.

"And of course, MC and-" he paused when he saw the new face standing next to MC with a sheepish smile. He looked familiar but he couldn't put a name to the face.

"Oh! Hey! It's always nice seeing a new face, I am Cliff" he greeted with a grin.

The 'stranger' smile grows a little. "Hello. We've already met before...I was staying in the condo next to yours five years ago..?" The black-haired man said. "Baxter Ward?" He added.

Cliff deflated for a minute. He had remembered, now that Baxter hiked his memory. Cove had updated Cliff on the entire series of events about Baxter and MC.

He was told how the eccentric monochromatic tourist had gotten together with his long-term neighbor and son's best friend.

He was also told about how the same eccentric monochromatic tourist had dumped MC at the end of the summer and vowed to never see them again.

Baxter had always been very neighborly and amiable towards Mr. Holden himself, always greeting him and giving tidbits about his plans for the day.

But...

He couldn't forget how heartbroken MC was over the breakup. It always seemed like they had some unheeded feelings that will most likely never be addressed or explained; leaving MC confused and sad over it all.

Like Noelani and Pamela’s first reaction to the reappearance of Baxter; His excitement melted in the California heat.

“Oh.” Cliff mumbled.

He then walked to stand behind the register took out a long box and continued to talk with everyone.

“So , What brings you back in town, Baxter?”

“Well.-“ Baxter was then promptly interrupted by the sound of a box opening and a metal clanking sound hitting the counter.

Cliff casually unboxed a box of fishing harpoons while staring right at Baxter.

“Well, we wanted to visit the shopping district again to relax.” Baxter finished , he had his usual grin but it looked a tiny bit wobbly.

“Uh-huh,” Cliff said, placing another fishing harpoon on the table casually again. “Ignore me. These are new shipments.” Cliff reiterated, with a slightly forced smile.

Not wanting to stay in this awkward and slightly threatening silence, MC speaks up.

“Mr. Holden , me and Baxter are back together; don’t be too hard on him” they said both in a jokey and genuine sense.

Cliff chuckled a little. “I won’t , don’t worry!” He smiled , shining the threatening harpoons.

Miranda giggled a little , either out of nervousness or whatever was going on. Terry being the social butterfly he is bounced right back.

“B-man invited everyone to lunch so we gotta head out soon!” He stated , giving Baxter a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah. We just wanted to stop by , Dad” Cove said with a smile. Cliff nodded to that. “I appreciate you for thinking about your old man, Cove.”

“Your not old , Mr.Holden. Your only like 49.”

“Pfft-, 49?!? MC. I promise ,I am not that old” he cackled lightheartedly. Before he started waving the group off. “You kids go on now, You don’t have to stay to keep me company.”

As they all began exiting , he stopped Baxter. “Uh , Baxter. A word?” He asked , a serious tone in his voice.

Baxter didn’t say anything but he did move to properly look at the older gentleman. He had a abased frown.

“I don’t want any funny business with you,” Cliff said, crossing his arms. “MC has been a massive support to both Cove and myself for a long time. It would be sad to see them be heartbroken again.” He continued, he wasn’t joking around.

Baxter Ward stood up straighter and said. “Mr. Holden. I assure you that this time, I am here to stay.” He said, putting a pale hand to his purple button-up.

“I understand your concern. I haven’t made a good impression by doing that years ago. I am sorry for that. I truly do care for MC and I want to be with them.”

He finished it off with a slight bow of his head.

Cliff unfolded his arms and gave Baxter’s shoulder a strong but not painful squeeze. “Good. I hope we can become good friends then.”

Cliff then let Baxter go to join the rest of the group with a small hopeful smile.

[eurydycee]

Winter’s Thorn: chapter II amidst chivalry and rivalry

⚘ cregan stark x tyrell!OC

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Synopsis: Caught in the political machinations of Westeros, Lady Euphemia Tyrell and her brother Adlyn, Lord Tyrell, Warden of the Reach navigate treacherous alliances to secure their house's future. Summoned to King's Landing, Adlyn strikes a desperate deal with Lord Cregan Stark, unknowingly sealing Euphemia's fate. As winter approaches, House Tyrell must balance duty, loyalty, and survival in a realm fraught with danger.

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format: series (ongoing) word count: ~ 3k warnings: hint of violence, not reread a/n: hello! this is my very first fanfiction...requests and criticism are always welcome if you want to be tagged comment!! I really hope you will enjoy it as much as I have (english is not even in my top 3 languages haha). omg I did not expect any interaction I'm truly grateful ( don't be shy to comment!)

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The sun had already reached its culmination, casting a quiet hot, golden glow over the tourney grounds. Vibrant banners fluttered in the breeze each bearing a colour and sigil to represent a house. The triumphant notes of the trumpets blared through the arena, signalling the beginning of the festivities. The crowd erupted in cheers, the excitement palpable as they anticipated the day's events. The clattering of armour and the clinking of weapons only added to the din, creating a symphony of sounds that spoke of celebration and impending competition.

Knights paraded before the stands, their armour shining brilliantly, reflecting the sunlight in dazzling displays. Horses, draped in rich, embroidered caparisons, pranced and snorted, their riders guiding them with expert hands. The knights saluted their lances to the gathered nobility, drawing more cheers and applause from the enthusiastic crowd.

Children darted between the stalls, their laughter and shouts of joy echoing as they played games and admired the brightly coloured ribbons and trinkets for sale. Merchants hawking their wares, voices competing to draw attention to their exotic goods and delicious treats. Jugglers and minstrels entertained onlookers with their skills, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Amidst the celebration, Adlyn sat in his designated seat, fiddling with his cufflinks. His nerves were a storm at sea.

The sounds of the fanfare continued to swell, the music and cheers blending into a harmonious celebration of the kingdom’s unity and the start of the festivities. Yet, Euphemia was nowhere to be found.

 "Where is my sister? The games will start any moment. It isn't like her to disappear just like that.” Adlyn whisper-shouted his emotions at bursting point

"Why don't I go look for her to ease your nerves, my lord?" his guard whispered reassuringly.

“Yes but make haste” Adlyn waved him off and went back to drowning himself in his worries

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"I present thee the gallant knight of the Northern lands, Ser Cregan!" snickered Lord Mormont pushing and pulling the armour of his Lord.

"Tell me, friend, why did you choose to participate in the one battle a Northman wouldn't partake in, even when promised gold?"

"Because if this lad wishes to be the underwing of my dear Coral, he’ll need to prove his wings to be steady--to me and her. Isn’t that right, future brother of mine?" interrupted Crayn, raising his lance and poking Cregan’s side affectionately.

Out of a sudden, a voice called out Crayn, and the knight found himself enveloped in a sudden, tight embrace.

“Sister, how you’ve grown! Last I saw you, you were what, five?”

“Eight,” Coral corrected with a playful grin. “And look at you now, a dashing knight!

Coral turned to the Lord's Hand, her confusion evident. “Oh my, will you be participating too? I didn’t know you could, you know not being knighted. “Indeed, I am no true knight,” he said, emphasising the word true while simultaneously gesturing his arms at her brother”, but the King insisted on my presence today.”

“Lady Euphemia,” interjected a guard gently, “you shouldn’t be here. Let’s return to your tribune. You’ll speak after the games.”

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Euphemia pouted but relented. She pulled out a delicate hairpin adorned with a small gemstone and handed it to her brother. After Adjusting a stray strand of hair that had escaped her intricate braids, she said, “Here, my blessing to you, good Ser.” With a final glance, she turned and made her way back to her seat.

Euphemia entered the tribune just as her brother began his speech, his voice resonating across the crowd, welcoming the attendees and toasting in the name of Their Majesties, the King and Queen.

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“Lords and Ladies, honored guests, and noble knights, today is a day of immense celebration and historical significance. I stand before you, filled with the pride and honor of our great kingdom, to mark this momentous occasion.

I recall vividly the day when we all emerged from our homes, hearts alight with hope, upon hearing the news that the usurper Aegon had been defeated, and our rightful King Aegon had ascended to the throne. That day signified not just the end of a tyrant’s reign, but the dawn of a new era--an era of justice, peace, and prosperity.

Today, we gather to welcome a new sovereign, a beacon of hope for our future. We stand on the precipice of a golden age, one free from the shackles of war, where our children and their children may know only the blessings of peace.

Let us raise our goblets high and toast to the health and glory of our magnificent King and gracious Queen. May their reign be long and prosperous, may their wisdom guide us, and may their hearts remain ever compassionate towards their people.

Seven blessings upon our King and Queen, seven blessings upon you all, dear friends. Let us celebrate this glorious day with joy, honor, and unwavering loyalty to our sovereigns and our realm. Together, we shall usher in a time of unparalleled peace and unity. Seven blessings to the realm!

Trumpets blared triumphantly after his last words, and knights began to enter the arena one by one. Euphemia's eyes scanned the field until she found her brother, sitting tall on a beautiful mare. His armour gleamed in the sunlight, and his lance stood tall and mighty. Beside him was Cregan for a man who always wore his ancestral fur cloak, suited the polished armour  him well, giving him an imposing and regal appearance,  thought Euphemia.

“First, we have Ser Gorrath from house Codd against Ser Rivan from house Clegane!” the announcer's voice echoed through the grounds.

The games began with fervour. Knights clashed, displaying their skills and courage. Men won, some got injured, and tragedy struck when a young boy from the Vale was killed, his life brutally cut short in his first tourney. Euphemia placed a hand on her stomach, hoping to calm the nausea rising within her. She watched in horror as the knight bound the boy's heels to his horse and paraded the lifeless body around the grounds for the crowd to see.

After the gruesome scene was cleared, the entrance of Cregan and her brother was announced. Cregan rode in with an air of calm authority on his horse, followed closely by her brother. Cregan marched forward towards the tribune, his gaze locking with Euphemia’s. Her thoughts swirled in a storm of emotions. Was he coming to ask for her favor, to thank them for the tourney, or was he looking at someone else? As he lifted his helmet, their eyes remained fixed on each other. A slow, confident smirk spread across his face as he spoke.

“May I have the honour of your favour, my lady? For only you can guide me to victory?”

His words cut through her swirling thoughts, creating a path where there had been none. Had he always been so eloquent, so cunning with his words? It wasn’t the request that flustered her, but the lips from which it came. In Highgarden, she had heard many sweet words, but none had affected her like this. She then decided to act for her tongue had been tied in knots. Leaning over the balcony with a poised intimacy, she tied her favor to his lance. Their eyes followed the fabric sliding down the weapon. He then pivoted his horse as she did, both turning away. She returned to her seat, her composure intact, though a hot flush ran down her body, coloring her cheeks with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

“Hahaha, he knows how to ignite the flame for the fight,” Crayn exploded in laughter.l

“Huh?” Euphemia replied, snapping out her recent encounter.

“Asking for your favor before facing Crayn,” her brother explained. “Either he wants a true challenge or to at least take away part of his victory.”

As her brother's words drifted into her ears, a cocoon of silence enveloped her, shielding her from the chaos around her. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, trying to protect herself from the embarrassment swelling inside. How could she have thought it meant something more? He was just trying to spite her brother. Foolish girl.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly, her mind vacant, until the crowd's gasp jolted her back to reality. Crayn had pushed Cregan off his horse, but before falling, Cregan managed to pull Crayn down with him. Euphemia and Adlyn sprang from their seats, rushing to the edge of the tribune to witness the unfolding battle on the ground. Her brother grabbed a spear, while Cregan armed himself with a massive hammer. Crayn, lighter on his feet and armed with his spear, seemed to have the advantage, deftly avoiding Cregan's heavy and slow strikes.

The two opponents charged at each other, their weapons clashing with a resounding crash. But the spear couldn't withstand the hammer's power and snapped in two, leaving Crayn with only a splintered shaft. Cregan seized the opportunity, swinging his hammer with brutal force, striking Crayn under the chin, and sending him flying backward into the arena wall.

The crowd's roar was deafening, a mix of cheers and gasps. Euphemia felt her heart seize in her chest as she watched her brother fall. Blood pounded in her ears, and she clutched the balcony rail, her knuckles white with tension. She sensed a hand reaching out from somewhere and grabbing hers. Adlyn did not look at her, his eyes were glued to the tourney, but his fingers were wrapped around her palm as he gave her a firm squeeze reminding her... Tourneys were not just a spectacle; they were a harsh reminder of the brutal reality of their world, where honour and chivalry could be overshadowed by violence and rivalry.

The scene had been cleared, and Cregan marched triumphantly, the cheers of the crowd still echoing in the air. New players were announced, and the tourney continued unabated, yet Euphemia’s mind was far from the festivities. Her thoughts were consumed by Crayn, his pained expression etched into her memory. Desperation clawed at her as she sought a way to reach him, to comfort and aid him.

“Get some time off,” her lady-in-waiting suggested softly, sensing her turmoil. Euphemia didn’t need to be told twice. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her skirts and ran, heart pounding, to the chambers where her brother lay.

Bursting into the bedchamber, she was struck by the sight of Crayn. His once proud and confident form was now a mere shadow, slumped and defeated. The sight tore at her heart. Emerging from behind the door, the servants eyes widened in relief upon seeing her.

“My lady, you truly mustn’t be here. Come, let us return to the games. Your brother, if he were to--” a maester began, his voice tinged with concern.

“Leave us. All of you,” Euphemia commanded, her voice steely with determination.

The maesters and maids hurriedly collected their things, scurrying out of the room. Alone with her brother, Euphemia approached him gingerly, as if one wrong movement might shatter him completely.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she sank to her knees beside his bed. Her gaze fell upon the hairpin she had given him, now tucked into his belt. With trembling hands, she cradled it, her eyes closing as she devoted all her hopes and energy to her prayers. She prayed to the Father for justice, to the Mother for mercy, and to the Warrior for strength and courage.

Hours passed, and the pain in her knees grew unbearable, yet she remained, her resolve unwavering. Finally, she struggled to her feet, every movement a battle. She heard footsteps approaching the chamber--Cregan, holding a single winter rose.

“I see that you have won, but do not enter this chamber if you truly believe for one moment I wish to share your victory,” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

“How is he?” Cregan asked, his tone softer, almost hesitant.

“Why do you care? Weren’t you the one who caused him to be in this state?,” she retorted, fury blazin in her eyes.

“Like you assumed. I have won, and here I crown you Queen of beauty and love,” he said, ignoring her insults and extending a pink rose toward her.

“Very well,” she said, her voice laced with both defiance and hurt, as she jerked the rose out of his hand. Her fingers trembled slightly with the intensity of her emotions. "And now what? Am I to offer myself to you, to court you, to marry you?! I might have indulged the man who asked so sweetly for my favor, but not the one who knocked my brother into a sleep of death."

Euphemia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with Cregan. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding with anger, and a hint of undeniable attraction that he struggled to suppress. The air crackled with tension, charged with unspoken words and raw emotions.

Their faces were now mere inches apart, the warmth of their breaths mingling in the confined space between them. Euphemia could feel the heat of his presence, his eyes searching hers for forgiveness, for understanding, for absolution.

“My deepest apologies, my lady, but it was he--”

“Don’t you dare finish your words, my lord. You have done nothing but belittle and mock my family. If you are truly a man of honour, then go and swing your sword at our heads instead of playing this pathetic game of yours, for I refuse to partake in it.”

She stepped back, her expression one of cold fury. “Now, do me the honour and take your leave.”

Cregan hesitated, a strange look crossing his face. "Very well," he said, turning to leave. But as he reached the door, he paused. "If there is something you need you should know that I'll be always available for you, my lady," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

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For three days and nights, the world around Euphemia had seemed a dark and desolate place. She had sat by Crayn’s side, holding vigil in the dimly lit chamber as he lay unmoving, his breath shallow and his skin cool to the touch. Her prayers had become a whispered mantra, a desperate plea for mercy, her hope a fragile thread that threatened to snap at any moment.

The chamber was a place of shadows and whispers, the air thick with the scent of herbs and the faint flicker of candlelight casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. The maesters had done all they could, leaving Euphemia to her silent vigil, a constant, unwavering presence beside her brother.

But as the first light of dawn crept into the room, casting its gentle glow upon his still form, something stirred. The golden rays of the sun danced across Crayn’s face, highlighting the contours of his features and bringing a touch of warmth to his pallor. Euphemia’s heart skipped a beat, daring to hope for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She leaned in closer, scarcely breathing, her eyes fixed intently on any sign of life.

Then, like the softest whisper, his eyelids fluttered. It was a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, but to Euphemia, it was everything. Her breath caught in her throat, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch his hand, her fingers brushing against his cool skin.

“Crayn?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing. The sound of her voice seemed to penetrate the silence of the room, hanging in the air like a fragile thread of hope.

Slowly, impossibly, his eyes opened, revealing the familiar depths of his gaze. His eyes, once full of life and mischief, now held a weary awareness, as if he was emerging from a deep, dark abyss. Tears sprang to Euphemia’s eyes, blurring her vision as she saw the spark of recognition in his eyes.

“You’ve awakened. It has been three days. Thank the Seven,” Euphemia murmured, joy and gratitude flooding her heart as she gazed at her brother’s now-open eyes.

Crayn’s response was a low, pained groan. Hearing her mention the period of his absence brought a surge of frustration to his still-weary mind. “Allow me to apologize in advance for the words I am about to use, but that fucking barbarian cunt.”

“You are forgiven because I can’t help but agree with you,” Euphemia replied, a faint smile touching her lips despite the gravity of the situation. The relief of seeing him awake overshadowed any shock she might have felt at his harsh words.

Crayn’s face contorted with the effort of speaking, his voice a raspy whisper. “I--I did this bet with him. If he knocked me out for three days, he could have my blessing for the two of you .”

“U-us?” Euphemia stuttered, eyes widening in confusion. She had no idea a pact had been made, let alone that it involved her so directly.

Crayn realized at that moment that she was completely oblivious to the plans that had been made above her head. The weight of this knowledge settled heavily on his chest. He stared at her, seeing the innocence and confusion in her eyes, and took a deep breath, steeling himself to explain the situation. He had to set this right, for he was an honest man.

[rabbitbakery]

A captain and his crew

FINALLY i pick this back up, the brainrot has returned 👹

This is part two to this, so technically it’s part 3 in total???? It’s my story let me cook 👹

Warnings: none!

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“Capin? Caaapin?” 

Black Pearl cookie was awoken by the sound of sailors… finally, it’s been forever since she’s gotten to have some real fun. Her large tail propels her out of her nest, the waves smashing against the rocks as a large monsoon of a storm forms above.

“Hehehe…” 

She could see the little cookies struggle to stay aboard their hollow whale as her seas rock it. Oh how it filled her with cruel glee.

“Who dares enter my seas?!”

She rises from the waves, her titanic form casting a dark shadow on the crew. Oh how she would take joy ripping this boat to smithereens-

“AYE LASS WAIT-“

Captain Caviar cookie interrupted her fun, her slitted eyes moving to him for but a moment.

“Dats my crew, they were comin to get me, membr’?” His voice was frantic, almost scared. His crew was like family, he loved them way too much just to watch her drown them. Ah. Her storm quickly vanished, her seas calming to still murky water.

“Oh.” She could feel her heart drop just a bit, not wanting to scare him off, she doesn’t think her soul jam could handle another loss

“I… apologize..” The siren mumbled, sinking back into the murky depths. God she doesn’t think she’s felt embarrassed in a millennia.

“Captain you’re ok!” A small, shrilled voice called from the deck, one that she recognized as a child.

“Corse’ I am! This ol sea beast wouldn’t hurt a fly!” He put his hands on his hips triumphantly, which caused the blue one to shoot him a look.

“Maybe not, but she sure was planin’ on us as a replacement.” He said, his snarky remark making Captain Caviar cookie let out a loud chuckle.

“Aye shes a dear once ya meet er’!”

“Capin’ wait-“ the blue cookie shouted too late as he watched his captain dive back down into the blue abyss.

“Lass why don’t ya introduce urself? I’m sure me crew has been dyin’ to meet da legendary sovereign I been tellin’ em about!” The laying siren curled further into herself upon the sea floor, growling a bit.

“…I’m not a people person.” Black Pearl cookie growled, her tail slapping the sea floor slightly. It took her at least a month to get pleasant with him, Black Pearl cookie hasn’t a clue how to talk to his crew.

“Yea I know dat but dis is my crew! You’d love em’!” She growled a bit more, like a displeased cat, but ultimately forced herself above the waves, half her head and slit eyes looking at the small crowd of land creatures.

“…hello..” Black Pearl cookie grumbled out, hearing that childish squeal she heard before. The small cookie’s olive eyes lighting up upon seeing her.

“Wowie!-“ Their little voice shrilled before the Blue one slapped his hand above the youngster’s mouth.

“Aye don’ be shy! Give the Lass a warm welcome! Show er’ your captain taught ye som’ manners at least!” Captain Caviar popped out of the water next to her, patting the side of his boat, the Salty Shark with his rough hand. All his crew went stark stiff, before the blue haired one spoke.

“…I’m Azul Coral cookie” He sounded very unenthusiastic, his shaking dough still recovering from his first interaction with her. He gestured to his crew mates, pointing to the little one first

“Dis’ is Rookie Cookie”, the little one waved at her enthusiastically, gosh it’s been forever since she’s seen a child.

“And dis’ is Lilac coral cookie” The purple haired one, stayed quiet, but was looking at her in awe.

“…Mr Fishbowl for a head didn’ come wit’ us, old dog refused to even git’ on board”

Azul Coral cookie finished. Ah.. that old sea pest decided to not greet her this go around. How curious..

“What’s wit’ da look on ya face boy? Ya think I was lyin’ to ya?” Captain caviar cookie laughed out at the pu- Lilac coral cookie, the pile of crumbs shutting his mouth and looking at his captain 

“Ah hush it! I jus’ bout’ died and ye laughin’ at me!” Their voice was not all far off from the sailors she usually sinks, she swears all their voices blend together.

The crew discussed for a good while, the siren silently listening. She supposed their company wasn’t unpleasant.. maybe. Eventually they all joined her in the water, their dough must be similar to their captain’s, as they didn’t appear to be crumbling.

“Wowie your cooler up close!!!”

The child’s voice broke her thoughts, her slit eyes falling on the small cookie now in front of her.

“…” Peculiar, she used to be so good with the guppies in tear crown, yet she cannot think of what to say..

“…thank you” is all she can muster. Uugh, children could be so difficult-

“Can I touch your hair?” Rookie cookie so he’s named swam closer to her, his little, bright eyes focused on her cloud-like hair.

“- um, I suppose, sure.” UUUGHHH- She feels PATHETIC, it’s. A. Child. She’s the great sovereign of the dustgloom sea how is she struggling to communicate with a CHILD-

“Wowie! You’re so cool miss!”

Black Pearl cookie looked down once more at the young cookie, his little hands gently petting her hair. Eventually he swam off to his fath- she means captain, giggling and splashing him, much to Captain Caviar Cookies amusement…. She could get used to this.