#I was like mmh weird. what’s the next war they are going to join now?

[persephoneflouwers]

[frauleindermorgen]

Matching set, he singsongs internally. On the outside, he puffs up proudly, because of course they are! Even if everyone’s wearing the same thing, because that’s what uniforms are for, the thought of matching fills him with familiar pride and delight. A matching set with Micaiah too, he notes, happily letting her link arms, basking in familiar contact, especially in the equally familiar cold.

He perks up at the mention of a tourney. “Oh! Of the Eagle and Lion, huh?” His expression shifts to one of slight puzzlement. “Where does that leave the Deer then? The Deer can join, right? I’ve got so much to show you!”

Aaand the enthusiasm is back in full force. Grey eyes shine with determination, anticipation. “And since we’re all in different Houses, we’ll end up against eachother, right? I’ve got so much to show you,” he repeats again, grinning with an edge of mischief now, “So you better show me just as much right back! I want a taste of what this place taught you guys!”

Even just coasting along from stand to shop to stand again, they start accruing a bunch of stuff (and oh, it’s hard to resist snagging some more stuff along the way, and in the case of a weird little handmade pom-pom creature, he doesn’t). When Micaiah grabs some snacks, he watches her scramble to hold everything, before laughing along with her and taking the meat pie and a candle off her hands, the latter of which he ties securely to a spare band on his belt, next to where the creature dangles. He bites into the meat pie (mm, tasty), chews, swallows, replies.

“Mmh, classes? I signed up for the usual sword stuff and like, ‘individual tactical decisions’ or whatever, but a lot of my other classes are still up in the air. I’m looking into gauntlets, but I’ll see as I go!” He pauses to tilt his head and rub his chin. “I guess I might need hand guards for that? I think the Professor told us to get 'em…”

Micaiah has ended up with a similarily odd souvenir creature (a frog of some sort?) that fits on her own belt bag, alongside some ink for her quill she packs tightly, putting the ribbon around it. Even shopping with two they truly are accruing quite a bit!

His interest in the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion makes Micaiah's heart soar in excitement in turn. "Oh, of course! In fact, the Deer have often been victors in the past years if I recall correctly. It is only called that as the historic event it celebrates took place between the Empire and Kingdom long before Lecester's founding."

To think they could look back on even a blood-stained past with nostalgia... would Daein too be able to achieve that one day? Micaiah puts the thought away and lets Edward lead her to warmer ones, hand in hand.

"Hehe, coming back to show Nolan new tactical techniques sounds fun, doesn't it? You will have to tell me how that one goes. And gauntlets, you say? Let's stop by the blacksmith on our way back, in that case."

They pause to take in the lights. It's a good way back now to the entrance of the monastery grounds but Micaiah finds she's looking forward to the walk even more than usual. She munches on her own hot crepe as Edward finishes his meat pie and considers her own classes.

"I have been thinking of looking into riding. They have mounts for both the air and land here, but considering I think even being atop a war horse is too high I'd like to start small," she chuckles, taking comfort in sharing such a small secret. "And of course! I'd love to show you all I've learned. What say you to a spar some time at the training ground?"

hug all your friends

[bubbledumbbinch]

Kinktober 2021 - Tickling

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Prompt: Tickling

A/N: This piece of writing is strictly 18+. NSFW. Minors DNI.

Warnings: yandere, dubcon/noncon, mild angst(?), jealousy

Your muffled moans struggled to come out. Bounds restrained your arms and legs as you felt like you were being tortured. Well, because you were.

It had all started back when Lilia Vanrouge, your upperclassman from Diasomnia, had taken a liking to you. That's definitely what he would call it, not an obsession. Lilia's infatuation started when he was able to get closer to you and meet you during the time preparing for the Magical Shift tournament. His magenta eyes shifted with wonder as he watched you try to solve who was causing issues for multiple players across the school. Since then, Lilia had taken a secret liking to you.

Recently, Lilia had spent more time trying to court you, sending small gifts and talking with you more. Retelling his memories from the fae war was one of his favorite pastimes. He could feel the excitement radiate off of your body and your eyes were so cute. "Wow, Lilia-senpai! Sounds like you were really tough back then, that's so cool!"  Your voice repeats in his mind, sending sparks to his heart. Flashing you a sharp toothy smile whenever you made him laugh, looking at you with large, almost expectant, eyes. To say the fae was entranced with you was an understatement. He felt like he was so very close to asking you to become his partner.

That was until he noticed you embrace his fellow club-mate, Cater. A smile was visible on Lilia's face as his heart wrenched. He approached you as usual, brightly exclaiming your name. You turned to face him, still smiling after your interaction with Cater, who had already left.

"Oh, Lilia-senpai! Hi!" you giggled as the bicolored hair boy was close. "How are you doing?"

"Hi (y/n)! Ah, I was just wondering if we were still going to my room later to hang out." His voice was cheerful, but carried a bit of tension, which you had yet to notice. "I thought we could go into another… history lesson?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea, excited to hear another one of Lilia's stories. "I would love to! I'm finished with everything, so let's go now!"

"Mm, I love your enthusiasm (y/n)." Magenta eyes turned dark as he took your hand and led you to Diasomnia.

Lilia's room was cozy and familiar. You sat with him on the side of his bed as he joined you.

"Hm, I think it would be interesting to discuss how we… interrogated our enemies." Lilia's voice trailed off, maybe in a way where he was thinking of the past.

"Oh, like… torture..?" You asked, unsteady. He turned to you, his smile back on his face. "Yes! And if it's okay, I'd like to show you, with a demonstration."

You were confused, yet intrigued. "I- okay," you started hesitantly. "Is it gonna hurt?"

The fear in your voice only made Lilia's heart soar. You were so cute and you were all his. "No, my dear, I assure you it won't. If anything you might like it..!" He giggled as he shook his head.

Your eyes scanned the floor, searching for words. Eventually, you returned his gaze. Y'know what? Sure, show me, Lilia-senpai!"

"Heh, I knew you'd do this for me~"

~~~

Your arms were tied to the upper corners of his bedpost with your legs free. Your jacket had been placed neatly on his chair. A cloth was stuffed into your mouth. It all felt so… weird for some reason, even though you already verbally agreed. Trusting Lilia should have been enough, though, he had been so nice to you. There was nothing to fear.

Suddenly, as you felt the sides of your shirt lift, you couldn't help the surprised whimper that fell from your mouth. His cold fingers descend onto your exposed sides, causing you to start giggling in joy. "MMPh!!!" your core was contracting with the laughs that wracked your body.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), your laughs are so precious. I want to hear more!" Lilia's eyes grew darker as his grin extended. He crawled on top of you, sitting on top of your crotch. His cold fingers tickled the sides of your body once more. He reveled in the way you writhed under him.

"Nnnh!! hh- hmm, MMH!!!!" You did your best to shake your head and kick your legs, signalling you wanted him to stop.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Lilia questioned innocently, turning his head to the side. You nodded profusely, sighing in relief when he finally did.

"What were you doing with Cater?" it came out as more of a demand rather than a question. His tone automatically brought sweat to your face. In the confusion, you could only manage to say a measly "huh?"

"(Y/n). I saw him touch you, earlier. He likes you doesn't he?" Lilia's smile was slight, still there, but small. And his eyes seemed like they looked in yours, but were almost looking beyond you.

"How about this, I'll remove the cloth so you can talk to me." As soon as it was removed, you breathed in and out rapidly, gasping for air.

"I- Lilia-senpai, Cay-kun and I are just friends…" You said, gulping. Yet, his expression hadn't changed.

"And, even if he did hug me, I didn't do anything wrong! You and I are just friends too, so you shouldn't question if other people like me or not…"

Wrong answer. Lilia's smile faded and he seemed visibly upset, crossing his arms.

"Hm." Was the only noise he released as you felt the tickling begin at your sides again.

However, his eyes were still trained on you, and his arms still crossed. Looking down, you saw green feathers moving on their own, tickling up and down your sides. You laughed - laughed until it really started to hurt. There was pain in your abdomen that only worsened over time. Your kicking legs suddenly felt as if they were bound in place, probably also due to Lilia's magic.

"Ah, aahn- Lilia-senpai, s-stop!! Please!!" You cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Hm, let's amp this up, no?" Lilia brought his hand to his mouth, smiling deviously.

Lilia's weight was lifted off of your body along with the torturous ministrations the feathers wreaked on you.

Chest heaving up and down, you felt as if your body was too tired to do anything. However, as soon as you felt your pants being unbuttoned and undone, you spared some energy to lift your head.

Lilia's fingers dragged your pants down to your knees, chuckling once he saw the arousal in your underwear.

"Aah, my sweet (y/n), I guess you don't really hate this, no?" He teased, bringing a finger to swipe at your clothed crotch. “Hmm, you’re so wet for me!”

"Oh!!" You turned away from Lilia, embarrassed about your own situation. "Lilia-senpaaai~, please, haanh, stop…!" You moaned, finger still rubbing at your arousal.

Again, the feathers started to torture you. The tickling brought pain and tension back into your body. Your screams molded into moans, heat coming straight to your cheeks as Lilia's fingers were still stroking you through the thin cloth.

"Hm, I'll think about it! How's this, I'll stop once you tell me you love me. You'll be my sweet (y/n) and I'll be your boyfriend!" Lilia's eyes shone, staring into yours. Goosebumps littered your skin as you heard his words.

"Ah, wh-what!? N-no..!" You protested, still writhing underneath him.

"Tsk, I guess you've chosen this then…" The speed of Lilia's fingers quickened their pace, ultimately slipping under the waistband of your underwear, stroking you directly.

"Oh- ah, oh fuck… " You couldn't help but let a curse slip from your mouth. "Lilia-senpaiii~ don't… stop…" You close your eyes in shame, as the sensation of Lilia's fingers invaded your senses.

"My sweet (y/n), oh my darling." Lilia coos, "It seems like you really like your punishment, don't you?" His tone teased you.

"Haah, fuck, I- I love it, so- aanh~ much..!" your babbling only grew as your climax approached rapidly.

Your moans only grew louder as you felt the feathers now tickling your pert nipples.

"Lilia, Lilia, haanh, Lilia-senpai!!!" You repeated his name like a mantra, breathing and growing more and more erratic.

Your moans were making the fae's cock twitch in his pants, yet he held himself back. He wanted to really take you when you were lovers. But that would be soon enough, wouldn't it?

"(Y/n), am I making you feel good?" Lilia's voice drew out. His voice was deep with lust and only sent tingles throughout your body.

"Y-yes, fuck! Lilia-senpai, I love- mmh, it feels so gooood~" you moaned, eyebrows furrowing together. You felt sinful, in pain and yet also pleasure. The tickling was stimulating your nipples while Lilia's fingers kept going faster.

"Lilia-senpai~ I- I'm gonna cum…" you turned into his pillow, muffling your moans. Drool was spilling from your mouth and you didn't even realize it. "Please, Lilia-senpai, make me cum!! I love it!! I- I love you, Lilia-senpai!!" you screamed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

Lilia moaned with you, absolutely loving your drunken confession. "Yes, my love, my (y/n)!" Lilia groaned. "Cum for me, my darling. Then we will be bound together!" His fingers stroked you with fervor, feathers teasing your body even more.

You reached your orgasm, screaming as liquid spurted out of you. As you rode your high, Lilia's fingers slowed. The feathers' torture on your body also ceased, leaving you to breathe heavily. Your arms were unbound, and you didn't even realize you were shivering from head to toe. Even with the freedom to move you couldn't.

Lilia's lithe body found its way to slump next to yours, arms wrapping around your form and pulling you close.

"I love you, (y/n). You're mine, now." Lilia's voice whispered softly into your ear.

[ritebeforeyoureyes]

Confessions

This is my first shot at writing a Tomdaya piece so please forgive me if it sucks. I was inspired by the lovely, channelxblue whose fic I binge-read instead of working!  

Also, be warned, this chapter is one that has a fair bit of smut in it towards the end. 

Plot: The prospect of Zendaya leaving set to shoot The Greatest Showman forces Tom to confess his feelings.

Confessions (Chapter One)

Everyone saw Tom and Zendaya’s relationship coming.

Harrison had seen it when Tom awkwardly introduced himself to Zendaya for the first time, Laura had seen it the first day that the cast had met, Jacob had seen it when Tom’s face lit up every time she walked by – Tom had seen it when he realised he couldn’t bare to part with Zendaya after filming.

Michelle’s minimal yet magnitude of a role in Spider-Man: Homecoming meant Zendaya was on set significantly less than some of the other cast members and as her impending last day approached, Tom couldn’t help the gloomy feeling that had settled within him. He knew she was a public figure and he knew she had a project lined up after she finished filming in Atlanta; the mere thought made him nauseous. Tom hated the prospect of not being able to see her all the time.

“Just tell her how you feel, man.” Haz broke through Tom’s train of thought and his head snapped upwards suddenly.

The cast and crew had retired for the night and Tom and Harrison were unwinding in their hotel room. Haz had noticed his childhood best friend space out and he knew why. A certain brunette from next door would be spending her last night in Atlanta before flying to New York tomorrow morning. Harrison wasn’t stupid, he had seen the visible change in Tom’s persona; the boy was helplessly smitten.

“What are you talking about?” Tom scoffed, glancing down at his phone.

“You like her, and you’re going to miss your shot if you don’t go and talk to her now.”

“I don’t like Z.” Tom denied quickly and Haz simply smirked.

“Who said anything about Zendaya?” Harrison had intentionally avoided using her name and Tom had fallen for his bait. “Look, Tom, I get it, she’s gorgeous, funny and we’re probably not the only ones who think so-“ Tom sighed heavily, his head nodding subconsciously. He knew just how many people fawned over Zendaya … he had gotten into enough Twitter wars with her devoted fans; men and women alike. “If you don’t make a move … somebody else probably will.”

Tom didn’t like the idea of Zendaya smiling and laughing with someone that wasn’t him. He adored that she could be so goofy and carefree around him; it was what made her so attractive. The prospect of her experiencing moments like they had had with somebody else made his stomach churn.

“What if I fuck things up?” Tom leaned forward, forced to finally speak about his feelings. Haz had caught him out and now was as good a time as any – she was leaving in a few hours. “I can’t risk losing her friendship.”

“If you don’t try, you risk losing a future with her.” Haz inwardly grinned at his words of wisdom that seemingly trigged Tom. Because after seconds of a pregnant pause, Tom was bouncing at the balls of his feet as he made his way to Zendaya’s room.

Tom could feel his nerves bubbling to an all-time high, but he knew Harrison was right. His feelings for Zendaya were worth acting upon. So, there he was … knocking at her hotel door.

“Tom!” Zendaya’s face lit up as she opened the door. Her face was makeup free and she was dressed simplistically in low-rise jeans and a vest. The vest was short on her torso, exposing a little slither of her bare skin. Tom couldn’t help but subtly bite his lip at the sight of her – she was gorgeous. “Come in.”

“Hey Z.” Tom waltzed into her all too familiar room. They had spent loads of time just hanging out as friends here but now, it felt strange. Her makeup, her shoes, her clothes had all been replaced with a large, neatly packed suitcase. Now, it just felt like just any old hotel room. “Are you all set to leave?”

“Yeah.” Zendaya slipped on top of the bar island, her long legs dangling down the side. “It’s weird, you know what I mean? Like this has been home for a month-“

“I get you … its weird for me too.” Tom walked to where she was sat, his body resting against the adjacent wall some mere feet from her. “I’m still expecting to fall over a rogue shoe-“

“Hey, that was one time!” Zendaya had left a pair of heels in the hallway between her living space and her room and Tom had stumbled over it. If it hadn’t been for his quick Spidey reflexes, he would have face planted the floor. The whole cast had been in the room to watch the spectacle and it was still as funny as it was on the day. Zendaya couldn’t control her laughter and soon enough, Tom had joined her. Her laugh was contagious, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m going to miss having you around.” Tom spoke as their laughter died down, a sudden seriousness enveloping his tone of voice.

“I’m going to miss you guys too.” The two sat in a comfortable silence as Tom tried to figure out how to formulate his feelings into a coherent sentence.

“Can I ask you something?” Zendaya just looked up and nodded, the lightest hint of a smile on her lips. “How do you feel about me?”

“I think you’re a dork, you’re short-“ Zendaya stopped kidding around when she noticed Tom’s harsh glare. “I think you’re a great friend, Tom-“

“No, no, how do you feel about me?” Tom progressively stepped closer and closer and he saw Zendaya gulp. The air around them had changed, a certain tension building. Zendaya felt her hands grow clammy with whatever Tom was insinuating; did he mean what she thought he meant? “Because I like you Z, a lot and I don’t want you to leave without knowing that.”

Once Tom was within reaching distance, Zendaya grabbed his shirt and pulled him forcefully to her. Tom’s feet stumbled over one another until he had both of his hands gripped firmly against Zendaya’s hips. Her lips abruptly descended onto his and Tom let out a squeak of surprise before melting under her touch. He had dreamt of this moment for weeks now and he had to admit it was better than he had imagined. Sparks ignited within them both, their lips carefully dancing across each other. As Tom’s confidence grew – she was kissing him! - he gently slid his tongue across her bottom lip. A small moan emanated at the back of her throat and Tom had decided that the sound made him feel more drunk than his beloved beers ever could.

As Zendaya grew increasingly out of breath, she pulled away from the kiss temporarily, her hands winding their way into Tom’s signature curly hair. Her long nails clawed at the strands as her lips made their way to his neck.  Her lips messily skirted across his skin and it took all of Tom’s will power to not take her on top of the counter. He smirked momentarily before crashing his lips against hers once more. His hands squeezed at her sides, signalling for her to wrap her legs around his waist. With one swift motion, Zendaya was up off the counter and pressed tightly against his chiselled chest. Her fingers pulled at his curls as he planted sloppy kisses against any bare flesh he could access. Her mind went blank as he pressed her up against the bedroom door, his mouth gently sucking as she felt haphazardly around for the doorknob.

As Zendaya twisted the knob, the door flung open and they stumbled into the room. Zendaya’s grip on him tightened and Tom’s one free hand clumsily tried pulling her shirt off whilst she did the same to his. His head spun as he took in the sight of a scantily clad Zendaya. Just a mere inch of her exposed skin had made him squirm earlier and now here she was, with just a bra on. Her nails decided to break away from his hair to scratch down his toned body, her fingers fumbling with the buckle on his jeans.

Like a bucket of freezing cold water had been thrown at him, Tom inched away from her slowly as if he were battling against his self-restraint.

“What is it?” Zendaya met his intense gaze, the lust evident in both their eyes.

“We don’t have to do this here, now. I don’t want you to feel pressured-“

“Tom, I’m embarrassed to say how many times I’ve waited for this moment to happen.” A bright blush crept across her glowing skin and it was all Tom needed to hear. He placed her down onto the bed gingerly before he willingly stepped out of his jeans. Zendaya bit her lip as she leisurely raked down his body; her eyes hungrily pausing on the evident excitement through his boxers.

“Babe.” Tom’s eyes rolled back into his head at the sight of her lustful gaze. It was enough to motivate him to move faster; feel more of her, taste more of her. He quickly moved to her jeans, his hands moving slowly as he brushed his fingers against her thighs. His hands then slowly made their way back up her leg, his eyes taking in the sight of her black lingerie.

His fingers inched closer to her aching centre and a breathy “Tom” was all that she managed to choke out.

“What?” Tom growled, his pupils dilated. “What do you want from me, Z?” His fingers slipped under the thin material of her underwear to trace a gentle pattern against her opening, to her clit and then back down to her inner thigh. Zendaya gasped loudly, her body clenching at his touch. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Tom,” Her nails dug into his shoulders tightly, the red scars forming instantaneously. “Mmh, please.” Zendaya’s eyes shut as she felt a finger slide into her. She didn’t care how helpless and weak she sounded, she desperately needed him – all of him. Zendaya’s hips bucked violently as she throbbed and Tom knew he was done teasing her. His body was on fire and the sound of her pleas was the sexiest thing he had heard, ever.

After discarding of all clothing, Tom pressed himself against her thigh as he moved his body to hover over hers. Her body squirmed underneath his, restless for him to give her what she wanted.

Zendaya swung a leg over Tom’s waist so that they were perfectly aligned. Her hands were flat against his chest as they let out a simultaneous moan upon Tom’s entrance into her. Tom began to circle his hips, letting her get used to the sensation of him inside of her before he quickened his pace.

“You feel so good, baby.” He grumbled into her ear as he thrust deeper. His hands spread her legs wider, allowing himself to feel more. His hips moved wildly against her core, igniting screams of pleasure from Zendaya.

“Tom! Yes, oh my god, yes.” Her words were encouragement and he drove himself even harder into her, both so close to their end. The sight of her hair dishevelled, and her mouth outstretched with pleasurable groans was the most beautiful thing Tom had seen. She was writing underneath him, screaming his name. A few more thrusts and Tom had her reaching her loudest. “Ah, Tom!” All the tension and the pent up sexual frustration they were both harbouring was released, a wave of ecstasy filling them both.

As they both reached their climaxes, Tom fell back onto her bed beside her.

“Why did we wait so long to do that?” Tom chuckled softly as Zendaya cuddled into his side. It seemed she was still dazed from her outriding orgasm and Tom simply kissed the side of her head before pulling the duvet up over their naked bodies.

The two fell asleep like that, cuddled in each other’s embrace. However, Tom awoke on his own. A little note was left in the now cold spot that Zendaya had been residing on previously - ‘Didn’t want to wake you. Can’t wait to see you in New York soon – Love, Z.’