#a few sorts that are still around by the time we get to the 19th century and some that have changed or petered out with time

[chiropteracupola]

A May morning.

[cry4mina]

Good Vibrations

Mina x fem!reader

Word count: 8.6k

Smut with a hint of fluff

Summary: You and Mina make a bet based on who would win a silly game of connect four. But you’ve got a trick up your sleeve and Mina will have to pay the price in a public setting.

TW: Food, making bets, sex, oral, vibrators, doing filthy things in public, drinking, regular orgasms, forced orgasm, clit slapping, extensive edging, begging. I think that’s everything? Let me know if I missed anything!

AN: hiiiiiiiiii! It’s been a while since I wrote, let alone something filthy lolol but @ddaengslove made a lil request that was tooooooo delicious to pass on.

On the 19th of March, my anniversary for tumblr came around and I still can’t believe it’s been that long. I want to say thank you to all of my followers, moots, and everyone who interacts with my works. It truly does mean a lot and I’m very grateful to have made so many great moots and friends.

I never thought that this would be something that brought me so much joy and happiness. I have so much appreciation for each and every one of you. (Also Happy Mina day, sorry it’s so lateeee) 🖤

“…and if I win this round, you take me to a fancy restaurant!” Mina chimes from across the table with a huge grin.

A pull of the lever as she releases the pieces, causing the black and red tokens to hit the coffee table you were playing on.

“And if I win…” looking down and sorting out the chips, pushing the red ones to her side of the plastic frame you were about to place them in.

“Then you have to wear a vibrator to the restaurant and I get to control it!” Giggling to yourself, knowing this wasn’t a bet she would normally agree too.

Mina ponders for a moment. You watch as her eyes shift side to side- measuring the odds, sorting on whether this was a bet that would weigh in your favor.

“Well, then let’s make it even.” Gathering the red pieces you were pushing to her and stacking them neatly into a few piles next to her.

“We will go to dinner either way…. Loser pays and has to wear a vibrator the other controls.” Confidence in her voice as she states it with a raised eyebrow and a devilish grin.

“Deal.” Organizing your pieces in a similar way to hers and a matching grin.

A plan unfolding, the trick up your sleeve…soon to be revealed.

What Mina didn’t know, is that you had been letting her win this entire time. Avoiding getting four in a row intentionally, both your competitive side always showing in games and you were waiting for that part of her to rear its head.

Building her confidence game by game, stats reading 7-0 in her favor.

You knew she’d take the bait if she thought she would win.

Hustling her wasn’t exactly the plan, but the idea popped in your head the night before when she was bragging about beating you at every game you play.

What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? Besides, this was a fantasy she had always had but was too nervous to act on…you’ll be wining this round.

“Winner’s first, darling.” Gesturing to her to make her move.

The sugary sweet drip from your voice coats her ears causing a momentary ray of confusion, fading as quickly as it came.

Slipping the first red piece into a corner slot, the game has begun.

Gracefully and elegantly, with the biggest grin on her face, she follows your movements and watches you carefully. Studying you and how you place your pieces, noting the difference in this game.

Mina is puzzled, the confusion on her brow is funny to see. She contemplates where to put her little plastic tokens- pondering for a while before placing them in their slots.

“Oof…are you sure you want to put it there, babe?” Twirling one of your own game pieces between your fingers.

“Shut up!” rolling her eyes and scowling at you.

Oh, she is completely rattled and overthinking it very move she makes.

Usually able to keep her composure, she would never speak to you that way unless you were in the bedroom and being a complete and total brat to her…

Dropping one right where you suspected she would, you smirk as the plastic clashes together. Tossing your coin up, catching it, and slipping it into the slot to create your connect four in a dramatic display of cockiness.

“Well, Ms. Myoui, it seems you will in the palm of my hand all night tonight.” Standing up with your palms on the table all while Mina is blankly staring at 4 black pieces next to one another.

Wide eyed as a layer of pink coats her cheeks, her hands frozen out in front of her as she realizes how she had completely over thought and over looked the obvious win.

“Better luck next time, angel.” Walking over to her and kissing her on the top of her head before strolling past her.

Heading to your shared room to hop in the shower to get ready for your date that you knew you were going to enjoy.

—

Adjusting your blouse and slacks, you had made sure to wear the one outfit you knew she’d love on you to make this harder for her.

Torturous, if you will.

Gold buttons laid down the middle with the top three undone to show a little cleavage, even if the material was loose fitting it clings to your body in all the right ways. Accentuating everything and Mina was sure to take notice.

Black slacks that were fitted to you specifically to add to the accentuation, and some black dress shoes with hints of gold to bring everything together.

To keep with the theme, you opted for a gold necklace that lay perfectly around your neck with a thicker chain and a matching bracelet- both being gifts from Mina for Valentine’s Day.

Stepping out of the walk in closet where she was getting ready, Mina is wearing a short black skirt with lacy thigh highs, corset looking shirt with a bow and broach on the front and her hair done up with a matching black bow…

Looking her up and down, you swoon. She’s so stunning and the temptation was there. It was always there.

Walking over to you, she does a little twirl to show off the outfit. Spinning around slowly so you can absorb every inch of her.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger in every way and she always will.

“Sooo…what do you think?” Finishing her spin and then stepping closer to you before reaching up and putting her arms around your neck.

Twirling a strand of your hair while biting her lip softly.

Fuck.

“You look immaculate.” Leaning in to kiss her lips softly.

Her hands weave into your hair, pulling you closer into her as she tries to deepen the kiss. You allow this but only for a moment or two.

“Mmmm…” as your lips part, knowing she’s trying to seduce you so you forget about dinner.

It almost worked.

It’s easy for her to fluster you, just the bat of an eye and you’d be on your knees for her, immediately. A single look and you’re ready to give her whatever she needs at any point in time…aching to please.

A primal need to worship what is yours.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Ms. Myoui.” Whispered to her between the heavy heart beats bouncing off each of your chests.

“Who says I’m trying to get out of anything?” Tilting her head to the side and smirking at you mischievously.

“Maybe, I just want you riled up too.” Winking and walking over to sit on the bed to put her heals on.

Too stunned to speak, you are frozen for a moment…realizing that this night was only going to end one way.

Not that you were complaining.

A smile creeps up onto your mouth. Mina spies that and giggles while you walk over to your side of the bed and slide the nightstand drawer open.

“What’s got you smiling, baby?” Mina now waiting for you, knowing exactly what you’re up to.

Grabbing what you want out of the drawer, you close it and walk over to Mina who’s still sitting on the bed.

Dropping to your knees in front of her while making eye contact, she instinctively leans back on her hands with her elbows locked.

Sliding your hands up the sides of her thighs and maneuvering underneath her skirt, you push it up as your hands glide up to her hips.

Hands slithering over the tops of her thighs, you push them apart- revealing not only how ready Mina was for you, but also revealing her lack of underwear.

“Are we opting for nothing tonight?” Laying a kiss down right above her clit as you run your thumb lightly over her slit gently.

A small whimper sneaks its way out of her mouth, her hips inch forward- begging for your touch.

Allowing a moment of weakness, you lean into her and swipe your tongue up where she needed you- just a taste.

“Fuck…” lifting her hips again to entice you to give in.

It almost works, again.

You love her like this…but you wanted more of this.

“Not so fast, my love.” Standing up to meet her face with yours.

“I want to watch you writhe over dinner.” As you speak these sultry words to her, your hands are busy slipping the vibrator inside of her.

A gasp ripped from her lungs as the small vibrator is guided inside, half lidded eyes tell you everything you need to know about how she was feeling.

Some of her slick gets on your fingers, the mess she’s making for you causes the ache inside you to begin to build, but it’s too soon.

There is much to do.

Licking her off your fingers and humming at her taste, you wink and grab your phone out of your pocket. Mina rolls her eyes with her legs still wide open for you, annoyed you aren’t being easily swayed to give her what she wants.

Opening the app to make sure everything was ready to go- Blue tooth connected, battery at 100%…you decide to give it a little test run.

Tapping the screen twice, you watch as Mina’s eyes widen and her legs snap shut.

A moan blesses your ears, soft and angelic tones of yearning ripple through the room, allowing her to gain some sort of momentum before you hit the “off” button.

“Ugh…you’re going to be hellacious tonight, aren’t you?” Playful concern laces her voice, the tone catches your attention faster than most things.

“I absolutely am.” With a wink and a grin as you head to the dresser for your keys.

—

The car ride was short, about 15 minutes total, nothing to bat an eye at. However, Mina was squirming in her seat, shifting every few minutes or so with light gasps every so often.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Curiosity swirling in the cabin of the car as you pull into the parking lot.

“Y-yes…I- Uhm…” stammering as she shifts once more as you pull into an open parking spot.

“Be a good girl for me and use your words, angel.” The seductive tone of your statement causing Mina to whimper lightly and shift even more.

“Now you’re just being mean!” Pouting as she opens her car door, hoping out and slamming it behind her.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Getting out, flinging the door shut behind you and swiftly walking to the other side of the car.

“What do you mean?” Leaning up against her with her back against the cool metal of the car.

The smirk on your face tells her you know exactly what she means. Unable to help herself, she smiles that gummy smile and places her hands on your hips.

“I think you know exactly what I mean…” leaning in to kiss your neck softly.

Face flushing a very bright shade of red as she leans back against the car again. You’re frozen in place, knowing this was going to be just as hellacious for you as you were about to make it for her.

“Now who’s being mean?” Cocking your head at her as you take a step back and reach your hand out.

“But you are wearing pants…and underwear…” grabbing your hand with a cheeky giggle as you start walking towards the doors of the establishment.

“You do have a point, Ms. Myoui.” Pulling the door open and allowing her to step in first.

“Wouldn’t want someone to see you drip down your thighs for me…at least yet, anyway. The night has just begun and I’ve got plans for you, angel.” Whispered in her ear before you pull open the interior door to the restaurant.

That was where you knew you had her in a chokehold. The way she harshly swallowed, the way her body stiffened and her grip tightened on your hand.

“Hello! I’ve got a reservation for 2 under the name Y/n L/n.” Politely spoken to the hostess, hand still in Mina’s as she rested her head on your shoulder.

“Right this way Ms. L/n.” Grabbing the menus and gesturing for you to follow before walking through the dimly lit dining room to a table in the back, away from most of the other people enjoying their meals.

The hostess places the menu’s at the table, one on each side and prompts you both to sit.

Walking around the table, you pull out Mina’s chair for her and allow her to sit while you scoot the heavy chair in.

You walk around the table and sit down in your seat, smoothing out your shirt as you do.

“Your server will be right with you.” The hostess softly spoke before bowing and returning to her stand at the front.

Mina is engrossed in the menu, muttering something about the salmon looking good and then flipping the page.

You, on the other hand, pull your phone out and open it without her noticing. Quickly scrolling screens and clicking on the app that connects the vibrator to your phone so you are prepared for when you’re ready to make your move.

The server brings over the bread, placing it down in the middle of the table along with 2 glasses of water and introduces herself.

“Thank you for dining with us. Can I interest you in any appetizers?” looking between you and Mina for an answer.

Mina looks up at you, waiting for you to say something. She was always very shy and soft spoken in public - no matter how silly and loud she was when it was just the two of you.

“Yes, we would like the crab cakes and…baby, do you see anything else that looks good?” Throwing it to Mina, just to check.

“I think the crab cakes would be perfect, thank you.” Nodding her head in agreement.

The server states she’ll be back with them momentarily and shuffles off to the kitchen.

“Do you know what you’re going to have tonight, angel?” Without looking up from your menu.

“I think I’ve decided on the Salmon. What about you, darling?” Almost snarky in her question.

You raise a brow at her.

“I might just get a steak, per usual…what’s up with the attitude?” Answering and asking all in the same breath.

“What ever do you mean?” Elbows on the table, fingers interlocked and placed under her chin as she bats her eyes at you with a cheeky smirk that could only mean one thing.

An attempt to provoke you.

Keeping the eye contact that she started, you make sure she’s full focused on your face while you sneakily slip your phone from the table to your thigh.

The app connects, now it’s time to make your move.

“I think you know what I mean.” Clicking the button and adjusting the frequency of the vibration to low and pulsing.

Mina’s eyes widen, jaw tightening at the new sensation that was happening within her.

“So what were you trying to say before? When you couldn’t keep still in the car?” Tapping your screen and bumping up the strength of the toy.

A small gasp erupts from her lips, her hands fly down to her thighs as she crosses her legs- trying to contain herself.

“I- fuck…The toy just…sits in a very pleasurable spot…shit- even if it’s not on.” In attempt to not whimper.

She’s struggling to keep it together and it’s very fun for you to watch her try.

“I s-should probably let you know…I’m ovulating right n-now…” fidgeting with the table cloth as she tries to focus on anything but the welcomed pleasure she’s getting.

“That explains a lot, actually. I didn’t expect you to agree to this bet…even if I know you thought you would be the one in control tonight.” Another tap to your screen and then you watch your favorite scene unfold.

Mina is gripping the table so hard her knuckles are white, her face is completely red and glistening in sweat, and she’s unable to respond. Watching as she attempts to keep herself from grinding down on her chair, it’s fun to witness her so desperate.

The server walks up with the crab cakes, placing them between the two of you and you continue to let Mina struggle.

“Do we need another moment to look over the menu?” The server looks at Mina, then back to you and then back at Mina.

“Uhm-…you start, h-honey.” Mina gestures over to you as gracefully as she can, you know she’s fighting to keep a straight face and keep her breathing level.

“I’ll take the Filet Mignon, medium rare. And you, angel?” Folding the menu and handing it to the waitress without even looking up at her.

Way too focused on Mina and how she’s handling everything, you want to push her boundaries a little and see how much she can handle.

“I’ll take the Salmon, p-please…” folding her menu over and shakily handing it over to the waitress before sipping her water.

She’s doing well…for now…

“Thank you, I’ll put that in right away.” Taking steps towards the kitchen and then vanishing behind the double doors.

Unraveling your cloth napkin to get your fork, you place the napkin on your thigh and use the fork to cut open the crab cake.

Mina mimics your movements, but with a tremble that is noticeable - even if it’s only noticeable to you.

Taking a bite of the appetizer ordered, you hum into how lovely it is.

“Wow, that hint of lemon really makes it…don’t you agree, baby?” Sneaking another bite in while waiting for your answer.

“That’s d-delicious.” Agreeing with slight hesitation.

Right as she’s about to take another bite, you crank up the vibrator to high speed - sending a shockwave through Mina that almost makes her drop her fork from the jolt her body is experiencing.

Crossing her legs in a panic, you know that’s only going to make the feeling worse as it presses up against that sweet spot, you just watch as she takes the bite and sets her fork down to avoid it quivering too much.

“B-baby…please”

“Please, what?” Taking another bite and patiently waiting for what she wanted.

“I-if you’re going to…make me c-cum here…” stuttering in the euphoria of this situation she found herself in.

“…then f-fucking make m-me.” Eyes glossing over and dilating, a flash of the side that no one but you gets to see.

The side of her that catches an attitude when she’s too needy, desperate, and pathetically desperate to be ruined.

The side of her that would get on her knees in the middle of a restaurant and show them exactly what she’d be willing to do to get you to make her cum.

Bratty Mina, once again, exactly where you wanted her.

“…mmmm, I think I’d like for you to suffer for a moment.” Clicking your phone and turning the vibrations back down to the lowest setting.

Mina gulps loudly once more, readjusting in her seat- glaring at you as her eye reflect destain and pure lust.

“You’re infuriating.” Another bite of the crab cake on her fork, the air about her shifts and contorts further into her sub space.

Watching as it happens, you simply take the final bite of the crab cake and smirk to her across the table.

“Here we are.” The server places your entree in front of you and Mina respectively.

“Can I get you anything else?” Eye shifting between the two of you.

“I think we will both have a glass of the house Cab, please.”

The waitress nods and is off to the bar.

“Wine, hm?” Mina straightens up, finally placing her napkin down on her thigh before picking up her silverware.

“I thought it might be nice to enjoy over our lovely dinner, don’t you?” Eyeing your phone that’s sat on the table and open with the settings.

“I think you just want me to be a little drunk, Ms. L/N” with a smirk as she takes a bite of her salmon.

“I think we both know that I don’t need you a little drunk in the state you’re in…” winking and taking a bite of your own meal.

The server returns with your wine, placing it next to each of you. As soon as the waitress places Mina’s glass next to her - you spike the speed of the vibrator to its highest level, just for a second.

The shockwave sent through her entire body that was visible for not only you, but the server as well, prompting an embarrassing moment you knew she’d vilify you for later.

“Oh! So sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to startle you!” The server bowing out of respect.

“No, no! It’s quite fine. No need to apologize.” dismissing the waitress gracefully before turning to you, and giving you the exact look you expected.

You pretend not to notice.

Through out the dinner, you mess with the settings for the toy on your phone while eating, sipping your wine, and carrying on an innocent conversation with Mina, with not so innocent intentions.

By the time both your plates and wine are finished, Mina is red in the face - a light sheen of sweat across her entire body and trying to regulate her breathing to a normal rhythm so she doesn’t attract any attention to herself.

The way her jaw clenches when you flick your finger up on your screen, her eyes closing and taking deep breaths tells you it’s almost time to go.

But she doesn’t need to know that you’re aware of that.

“Do you think we should get dessert, angel? I hear the tiramisu is to die for.” So calm in your delivery that it only agitated her further.

“Dessert is at home.” So stern in her tone that it makes you clench around nothing.

“Then I’ll leave this right where it is then, hm?” Knowing that it’s on the highest level it’ll go and knowing that she would need to walk to the car and be able to make the car ride home without cumming.

The server is quick to bring the bill over, Mina places her card in the little folder immediately handing it back to the server. It takes no time to bring the bill back and sign for it before you and Mina are out the door.

—

Mina walks through the parking lot with elegance and grace, arm wrapped around yours- hugging you tightly. The only give away was how she was leaving her finger indents on your bicep and the rapid breathing that seemed to be shallow, getting quicker and quicker with each step.

Walking over to the passenger door and opening it, you usher Mina into the car.

She sits in with her legs out of the car, her hand slips up your thigh and a finger slides into your belt loop, hooking the fabric and tugging lightly.

“…What are you doing?” Chuckled as you stumble closer to her.

“I w-want you. I can’t wait until we get h-home. P-please…” Biting her lip, eyes burning in passion as they burrow into yours.

“And soon…” leaning down and pressing your lips onto hers, humming into her touch.

“…You’ll have me, Angel…but as you said before, dessert is at home.” Whispered to her, with barely any distance between your mouths.

“Hmph.” pushing you back gently in protest before crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

Giggling at her, you stand by the edge of the door- waiting for her to get fully in the car so you can close the door for her.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go home.” Trying to signal her to get in the car fully, you’re just as impatient as she is.

A smirk lingers on the lips of your lover, you swear you saw the lightbulb go off in her mind.

“F-Fine. Don’t have your way with me h-here.”

Mina lifts her left leg and only her left leg, causing that short skirt to ride up and reveal the mess you had torturously made, and were still making, between her legs.

Thighs coated in her essence, folds dripping and leaking everywhere, reflecting on the black fabric that was supposed to be shielding her from the world.

Standing there with your jaw on the ground, you watch as she places her right leg in the car, tugging the seatbelt and fastening it without tugging her skirt down to cover herself.

“W-well? Are we going h-home? Or s-should I touch myself h-here?” Shaking at the sentence, this is getting unbearable for you.

Craving her and only her.

Slamming the door, you run around the other side of the car and get in the driver’s seat. Fumbling the keys and trying to find the one for the car, thrusting it into the ignition and turning it violently.

Practically slamming on the gas and backing the car out of the parking spot, throwing it into drive and flooring it towards home.

Mina is starting to lose her composure, the vibrator still on high inside of her has slowly driven her past the point of no return. Reaching over for your hand that’s resting on the gear shift, she doesn’t hesitate to grab it and shove it between her legs, trying to get friction from you.

The amount of slick that you come into contact with, creates a mess of its own in your underwear as you start to softly toy with her clit.

“Fuck, baby…” whined as the gentle touches increase the pleasure she was already feeling.

“Please…I need you so fucking b-badly…please!” A whimper that would reverberate between your ears and down your spine, causing a mindset shift from normal teasing behavior…to something else entirely.

“I didn’t say that you could use my hand for your pleasure.” As you lift your hand and slap Mina’s clit harshly, one time.

“Fuck!” Practically screeched out into the cabin of the car for no one to hear but you.

“If you’re going to keep being impatient, I can take the long way home.” Cocking an eyebrow and waiting for her decision.

“Impatient?!” Furiously gasped back at the accusation.

“You’ve been t-toying with me all fucking n-night!” The rage she was bringing to this less than wholesome conversation only made you want her more.

The light in front of you turns red, the car comes to a smooth halt and you look over at Mina.

Wide, glossy eyes look back at you. That’s when you notice she’s rocking her hips, the vibrator must be brushing up against her g-spot.

Glaring at her, she stops in her tracks but it was too late. You already noticed.

One particular thing Mina enjoyed was how rough you could be with her. The trust was always there for this type of relationship and you knew exactly what she wanted when she started acting this way.

Hand flying up and latching onto her throat, you squeeze lightly and remind her who is in charge.

“I won.” Snarled back at her, the tone was set for the evening.

“I have been toying with you. Because you’re MY toy and I can do what I please with what belongs to me, understood?” Growled to her when the light turns green.

Turning your head, you peel off - burning rubber as you make your way down the road a little faster than you probably should.

Mina picks up on the change of headspace that you’ve had. Feeling her energy shift deeper into the sub space, you can see her in your peripherals scooting down in her seat and lifting her legs- thighs to her chest.

“Mina…what are you doing?” Scowling, almost snarled at her.

The only sound that’s heard is repressed moans, tiny groans of pleasure from the passages seat, and a whispered “fuck, so good.”

Assuming she was touching herself, you reached over between her legs and found exactly what you thought you would.

Her hand rubbing her clit.

A surprised gasp, followed by an “Oh, fuck.”

“If you aren’t going to t-touch me, I’m going to t-touch myself! I can’t fucking w-wait anymore! I’ve been edged for h-hours, please just let me feel something! Please, please, please, please!”

Begging was a weakness, it always has been.

“We are right around the corner. You know better than to touch yourself without permission.”

Pure.

Silence.

No bratty response, no complaining, nothing.

Both of you sat in silence for the last 5 minutes of the car ride with nothing but a slight buzzing sound coming from the passenger seats and a few heavy sighs from your girlfriend who was on the brink of losing her mind.

—

Opening the front door and pushing it forward, you let a pissed off Mina walk through the frame first. Stepping into the foyer, turning around and closing the door, locking it and kicking off your shoes - you place your keys in the dish by the door and take two steps into the house before something stops you.

Mina’s hand is pressed against your chest, preventing you from walking any further into the house. She’s observing your reaction to this, contemplating what her next move would be.

“What‘s your strategy, Angel?” Taunting her, just to see how far she’d be willing to push you.

Silence.

“Oh, now you want to stay clam knowing that nothing is stopping me from doing what I want with you?” amusement peaks through the stern tone that reverberates through your chest.

Silence.

“Now you want to stay quiet? Hm?” Her head tilt down as you speak, small pants escape her throat as she waits for instruction.

“You only want to be a brat when we are out and about then?…Come with me.” Grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom door.

Turning around once you’re a few feet into the room, you face her and start to remove her clothes for her.

Piece by piece all of the fabric is shed off her body, first her skirt, then her blouse…bra…until she’s completely bare.

Mina stands in the middle of the room, stark naked and patiently waiting for you to tell her what to do…

Stepping around her, you start to remove your own clothes, slowly.

“Tell me, Angel. Who’s in charge here?” Removing your shirt and tossing it with the other clothes removed.

“Y-you are.” Shakily as she clenches her thighs together, her eyes are dissociating…she’s fighting to stay present, despite the pleasure.

Undoing your belt, you catch her eyes unfocusing while her thighs clench and let it slide. You had be torturous enough to her this evening, she would get what she wanted either way.

“And who do you belong to?” Letting your pants hit the floor so you were only in your underwear.

“You!” Whined out to the room, for only you the shadows to hear the layer of hunger behind the shrill whimper.

“And?” Grabbing your phone, opening the app and stopping the vibrator in its tracks.

“Only -huff-You.” Sighed out as she finally has a moment to breathe.

Getting down on your knees in front of her, you look up at her and she bites her lip as her hand caresses your face before weaving into your hair.

“Tell me what you want.” As your hands work their way up the back of her legs, causing sigh to slip past her lips.

“You.” As her hand tightens in your hair, an attempt to pull you closer unfolds but you keep her waiting, even if only for a moment.

Watching as her slick trickles down her inner thigh, you catch it with your tongue - dragging it up to it’s source and swiping your tongue once, twice, three times before your hands make it to her upper thighs.

“How do you want me?” As a finger slips inside to coax the vibrator out of her.

You toss the device to the side without another glance.

“In every way that you will t-take me.” You stand up and readjust her, hands on her waist as you press your bodies together.

Mina’s hips start rocking as you lead her backwards, allowing her to fall back onto the bed into the soft sheets. She scoots back without a second thought, allowing you to crawl up between her legs.

On your way up, you can see the damp mess you’ve created as her essence leaks from her entrance, clit swollen and begging to be touched.

Kissing up her torso, she’s very reactive to your touch. Every time you brush up against her, she moans or huffs, arching her back in a plea to you like you’re bread crumbing her and denying her the pleasure she wants.

“Every way, hm?” As you meet her face to face, lips grazing against hers as you speak.

“Every. Single. Way.” Lifting her face up to meet yours, pressing her mouth gently on yours, back arching up into you once more causing you to struggle to keep your composure.

You’re about to break and she knows that.

“Take what’s yours, baby.” Moaned into your mouth as the tension you’ve built all night explodes, setting you off on a hungry tirade to devour Mina.

What was a sweet and soft moment shared between the two of you, now evolved into something more primal and aggressive.

Teeth sinking into her neck, hands grasping at her - and her at you. A clumsy display of pure lust unravels itself between the two of you.

Your thigh raises up between her legs, holding you slightly above her but giving her a place to grind and maneuver on.

Though she had told you how badly she needed you, nothing compared to feeling how soaked her perfect cunt was as she thrusted back and forth on your skin - grinding so frivolously. The act of desperation caused a fluttering inside you that pushed you even farther into the headspace she craved you in.

“M-more.” Between feverish kisses and the needy movements, Mina was thoughtless - with the exception of a few subjects.

You and cumming for you.

“You want more, Angel?” Pinning her hands above her head, biting down her neck to her chest - making sure you graze your teeth across her nipples so she’d make those pretty sounds that only fueled your fire, easing slowly down to her stomach as you let go of her wrists so you can pin her down by her hips.

“Do you deserve more from me? Hm? After you got so bratty on the way home…” laying your teeth into her upper thigh eliciting the most vulgar moan yet.

“Fuck.” Silently breathed low enough for Mina not to hear, she can’t know how riled up you get when she’s like this…at least not now.

“Pleaseee, baby I need you more than anything! I’ll do anything…just please!” On the verge of tears as she grabbed your head and pulled you closer to her.

Smacking her hand away from you, the scowl on your face sent a very clear message.

“You know better.” Stern, cold, callous as it leaves your mouth.

“Please…” the tears are falling now, but you can’t let this go unpunished.

“Count them out, like a good girl.” Lifting your hand while still between her legs, she knows what’s coming.

You push her thighs further apart and lay one slap right on her sensitive, swollen pussy.

“O-one!” Gasped as the tears trail down her cheeks and her cunt clenches around nothing.

Another loud slap, splattering slick everywhere as she weeps.

“T-two!”

“Three! Baby, please!” Sobbing at this point, you aren’t done yet.

Four and five were quick, but as you neared 10, they got harsher and harder.

Ten didn’t feel like enough but you also didn’t want to push her too far off the edge.

Sitting up, you lean forward to her and kiss the stained glass tears. Her cheeks flushed and she’s completely mindless as you continue to kiss her lovely, lips parting as your tongues danced together.

“You’re such a good girl for me, angel. Taking everything I give to you…so good.” Laying down next to her, to give her a very small break.

She curls into you, her face in your neck and her body in line with yours, not willing to let the contact go. Her hips rocking into you, she’s on the brink of a break down- having hardly any words to give.

Just whines, shallow breaths, and a tight grip around you.

Your hand slithers down between her legs, she gasps at the contact and spreads her shaking thighs slightly to give you better access to her.

“That’s right, angel. Give me what’s mine.” Lowly growled at her while you kiss your way down her body, pushing her lightly onto her back as you descend.

This time, you were fast about it. Sure, you liked edging her and making her pathetically desperate, but you were hungry for her. A need built up inside you to give her exactly what she wanted.

Her soft sounds just so delicious, it was all you ever wanted to hear. The symphony from an Angel.

Your angel.

The trembling as you reach your destination only made both of you want each other more. Impatience got the better of you, the feral greed over her cascaded through your body and the only thing you can think about is listening to her cum for you.

One long lick up her drenched cunt.

Then another.

And another.

Mina is already twitching underneath you, hands placed on her hips to hold her down while she bucks incoherently against your mouth. No words present, just the whimpers and moans that are only getting louder with each thrust into your mouth.

Fingers dancing along her entrance as you start to focus on her swollen clit. Choking on her moans and trying to scoot closer to you, she’s nodding her head yes and sinking herself down on your fingers before you could slip them deeper inside.

“Needy little sweet girl, aren’t you?” Before finally latching on to her and starting to build on top of the already rumbling orgasm that’s been threatening her for hours.

“Your -huff- f-fault!” Gripping the sheets as she manages to get the first words you’ve heard from here since this started.

Pumping your fingers slowly at first, you keep most of your attention on her clit- sucking and lapping at her folds - carefully building and curating this masterpiece of an orgasm.

All the taunting, edging and teasing finally coming to fruition.

“F-fuck! oh my g-god! I’m g-gonna…”

Before the sentence could even finished, Mina drowns you in the symphony that was the sounds of her losing herself in pleasure - a life force drained, practically sucking all the energy out of her as she tensed around your fingers and crushed you between her thighs.

The gasps and grunts as you continued to allow her to ride her orgasm out on your tongue, were a lovely ending to the astounding crescendo of notes just sung out to you.

A symphony of desperation.

Mina is reaching for you, arms out and waiting for you to come up to her and give her the cuddles she always demands. Which you are happy to supply.

“We should make bets more often…” sighed into you as she nuzzles into your chest.

“Yeah? I bet you’ll fall asleep first.” Rubbing her arms as she clings to your body, kissing her on top of her head and waiting for her to reply.

“I bet you’ll -yawn- sleep longer.” Her eyes are fluttering as she fights the tired.

“I’ll take that bet. Loser bottoms.” One more kiss, knowing that your face is absolutely coated in her slick.

Watching as she licks her lips happily and nuzzles back into you, drawing light patterns with her nails on your back as you drift off into your dreams where you’re sure to meet her.

—

The sound of clanking in the kitchen woke you up suddenly, eyes snapping open to the sounds of breakfast being made and the smell of bacon seeping into the room lulls you out of your sleepy state.

Stretching and rubbing your eyes, you get the blurred figure of Mina walking in with 2 plates in hand - a few blinks clear up her naked figure as she places them on the nightstand and crawls on top of you.

“Good morning” softly cooed to you, followed by a barrage of gentle pecks to your face, you giggle at how adorable she is.

“Good morning, angel. How are you feeling?” Reaching your arms up and wrapping them around her back without sitting up.

“I might be a little sore.” Chuckled back at you before sitting up and patiently waiting for you to do the same.

“Sit up, let’s eat and then we can talk about how you lost the bet.” Smirking at you before grabbing her plate and taking a bite of the extra crispy bacon she just prepared.

One big stretch, you hoist yourself up and rub your eyes again. Mina reaches over and hands you a plate full of pancakes, fresh fruit and bacon and you enjoy each others company over the meal.

—

Carrying the now empty plates to the kitchen, you feel her following you through the kitchen to the sink- waiting for you to put the plates down before coming up behind you and kissing your shoulders.

Sighing happily, you flip around and face her. Wrapping your arms around her neck as she lays her lips down your neck again and again.

“You made me feel so…fucking good last night, baby.” Lightly biting your shoulders before taking a step back and grabbing your hand.

“And since you lost the bet…” sultry tone cutting the air, hitting you right in the core and reigniting the feeling that was pulsating through you the entire night before.

Being so busy bringing pleasure to Mina, you weren’t even concerned about what your body was telling you it wanted.

“I will be taking my reward now.” Tugging you into the bedroom and smashing her mouth against yours in a panicked, needy manner.

Pushing you against the wall, she kisses down your neck to your chest. Suckling and gently biting your nipples as she makes her way down to your stomach until she was on her knees on the floor in front of you.

Pulling the elastic of your underwear with her teeth, she lets it snap against yours skin before she drags them down your legs, assisting by lifting the back of your knees to remove them.

Mina stands again, pressing her body against you and tempting you with how close her lips hover over yours. Her fingers trail from your collarbones down your arms in tandem, ghosting over yours skin and causing a violent pleasurable shutter to consume you.

A small devilish chuckle escapes her lips as she grabs your hands and pins you against the wall. Her lips crash against yours in another wave of passion, quickly swelling into an unstoppable wave of lust and love.

The ache deep within your stomach roars, Mina is effortlessly coaxing the fire inside you with every move she makes - the gasoline that ignites with every turn and small touch, sizzling and scorching you from within.

In a single swift move, Mina flings you onto the bed. Legs hanging off the side while you drip onto the sheets that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Would you look at this?” Slowly sauntering over and finding her place between yours legs before taking her finger and gently swiping up from your entrance to your clit. Gathering the mess rapidly created before seductively licking your slick off her finger, all while never breaking eye contact with you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Getting down on her knees and spreading your thighs open for better access, she lays down a few bites and you’re already shaking, all too ready for whatever her plan was.

Her tongue laps at your folds, delicately navigating every nook and cranny, eye contact only adding to the desire as the tantalizingly hums into you.

Her eyes piercing your soul, it’s hard to look away as you watch all her emotions flicker from desperately in love to deep and aggressive lust. Passion consuming her as she falls into the position of being in charge.

Without warning, the tip of her finger slips inside you, tugging down gently and bringing her tongue to circle slowly around your clit.

“Fuck!” Whining out into the room, letting your pleasure echo in her ears and encouraging her to continue on.

Mina moans into your cunt in satisfaction, tugging down one last time before slipping two fingers inside you.

Picking up the pace of her tongue, she pumps her fingers excruciatingly slow- giving you a taste of your own medicine.

Gasping at how good it feels, you start to rock your hips back and forth with the rhythm of her digits. Even with the sluggish pace, your body language conveys how much you’re desperately trying to get her to ruin you.

“Angel, please! Fuck, pleaseee! I need yo-“ Latching onto your clit before you can finish your sentence, her mouth and tongue fuel your desires- thrusting your hips faster as her fingers continue on agonizingly slow.

“M-Mina…please!” Begging through your huffs of euphoria as the knot in your stomach builds and builds at the same speed her fingers are moving.

A smirk felt between your legs before the pressure inside of you starts to intensify, her fingers are haphazardly pushing against your G-spot and pulling the orgasm to the forefront of this moment.

“A-angel…I’m…g-gonna c-c-cum!” Groaned as your body begins to tense.

Suddenly, everything stops.

Removing her mouth and fingers from you, she watches as you writhe and try to catch your breath- your grip on the sheets could tear holes, your grip on her head is unrelenting.

The ferociousness of the build up slowly creeping out of you as you contort and huff out in frustration.

“W-why would you s-stop?!” Practically screeched into the air as you release her head from your grip and glare at her maliciously.

“Just a little pay back, baby.” A kiss to your thighs as her hand finds its way back to you.

Before you can protest, she harshly slaps your clit- one single horrifically hard time.

A shockwave of heat travels through your body, you’re absolutely brain dead, soaked, and ready to do whatever it takes to get her to give you what you desperately crave.

“Normally, I’d make this a little more excruciating…I’d tease you and make you want it more…but let’s just say I’m eager to please today…” a single lick up your pussy solidifies the stake to her claim.

“I want you…and I’m going to take what belongs to me.” Matter of factly spat out to you with a hint of hostility.

Before you can speak a single word, her lips return to your body - attaching right to your clit as her fingers slip back in and pump harder than before- humming continuously into you and not letting up at all.

The knot tightens, restricting your breathing and causing you to shake underneath her. You’re about to cum and she knows what.

Her fingers move faster and faster, ripping the orgasm right from your body and swallowing it whole.

Gasping as your mind blanks out, body constricting and convulsing as she continues to slam her fingers into you.

The orgasm dies down, but Mina keeps going. Pumping, sucking, and licking every drop of essence off you while creating more instantly, showing absolutely no signs of stopping what so ever.

“M-Mina…w-what are yo-“

“Shh, just take it. You know this is what you want.”

She knows you very well.

Following the rhythm of her, you slam down on her fingers as they push deeper and deeper into you. Her tongue unrelenting against you, you’re drowning in her.

“That’s right, baby. Let me have you.” Cooed out from between your legs as your next release builds.

More and more tension, it’s harder to keep yourself composed- the sounds coming out of you are primal and guttural, her favorite flavor of you…

Mina pulls her head back just to spit right on your pussy and slip a third finger in.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god baby!” Immediately, your mind goes blank again as she stretches you.

“Look at you…so ruined for me.” Latching back onto your clit and pumping her fingers.

The feeling of being so full of her and stretched out pushes you over the edge, swelling into bliss.

Vision blurred as your body gives into pleasure, clenching around Mina’s fingers and bucking your hips down onto her as you ride out your second orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Give it all to me.” Watching as you lose it.

Gasping and gripping the sheets as your pussy pulsates, you feel the high wear off, coming down from the violently earth shattering orgasm Mina coaxed out of you.

Mina crawls up next to you, resting her head on your chest and sighing as you both relax.

“Your heart is racing.” A big cheeky smile dawned on her face as she draws little shapes on your stomach, waiting as you come back to yourself.

“Well, yeah! How could it not?” Leaning over to kiss her forehead and wrapping your arm around her.

“We should place bets more often…” followed by a yawn and a small stretch from your beloved girlfriend.

“You really want to lose again?” Knowing this would push her buttons a little.

“What?! I let you win!”

“Oh, did you?!”

Mina shoots out of bed and runs to the living room, still absolutely naked.

“Rematch! Right now!” Competitive nature of her radiating even from a few rooms over.

The clattering of the plastic pieces on the coffee table makes you smile, knowing that this would be a new little game you’d play with each other…she’s going to be devastated knowing you’ve been letting her win this entire time.

[immortalmrwavell]

Rejuvenation

(Original story posted May 19th 2022) This story has been Updated!

This is a sequel to Taking Back Youth! Make sure to read it first!

“What to do… What to do” Mr Wavell muttered to himself as he floated around town, looking down at all the potential test subjects. A Lot of the time he liked to pick a man (usually a gay one) out of the crowd and just follow them around for awhile, learning a bit about their life as a simple observer before making his move. Though as his gaze scanned across the people, he noticed one man in particular that stood out. Not because of his looks or what he was wearing but rather because his soul and body didn’t match?!

Curiously Wavell floated over to the man as he walked through the street with a confident smirk. He was a tall, relatively broad man. Handsome features with a short beard and ginger hair. A hot piece of meat for sure but how the hell did he acquire this body? Wavell couldn’t sense any magic emanating from the man’s soul meaning he couldn't be a warlock himself. He looked deeper to see if he could sense the residual magic of another witch or warlock who may have done it. There was something but it didn’t seem to belong to another being. It was natural magic. Which could only mean he used some sort of magic item or spell to acquire the hunky body this man now possessed. Interesting.

Of course Wavell could’ve just read the man’s mind to find out everything he needed to know. Most of the time he would. But he couldn’t help but feel that took the fun out of figuring things out for himself sometimes. Sort of like looking up spoilers for an interesting TV show. But that said he wasn’t about to float around for days trying to figure out where this man’s soul had originally come from. So Wavell placed an invisible hand on the oblivious man’s shoulder and focused.

“Now. Let’s see what kind of body you gave up for this one shall we?”

The ginger stud felt a shiver across his body as Wavell used the soul within to find a link back to its original body. Within seconds he sensed the matching signature not far from here. After that he didn’t waste any time, teleporting away towards the signature and leaving the youthful hunk completely unaware of what had just happened.

———

Upon arrival, Wavell found himself in a small apartment a few blocks away. There was an old man who looked to be in his early 60’s sitting with his head down on a desk, surrounded by masses of empty beer bottles. It was a sad sight in all honesty. This guy had been in the prime of his life before it’d all been stripped away from him.

“Tell me. How exactly did you end up in that body?” Wavell spoke, allowing his form to become visible and his voice heard.

“HOLY FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?” Evan screamed as he whipped around to see Wavell standing rather nonchalant behind him. Yet Wavell didn’t answer him. At first Evan was afraid. Terrified even by the man. But then a wave of calmness washed over him. He couldn’t explain why but it did. As though there was no need to fear the handsome suited man before him. “Wait… w-what did you say?” Evan asked, his voice still a little shaky.

“I asked how you ended up with that body.” Wavell repeated. “I found the man who was piloting your real one so I used him to find you.” He revealed as if it were somehow obvious.

Evan quizzed the strange man on how he even knew about that. Mr Wavell responded by informing Evan of his own powerful magic abilities. To prove such, the Warlock used his power to rid the apartment of all its mess. With a simple wave of his hand, beer bottles were gone, clothes were clean and folded, bed sheets were made and so on. Evan was completely dumbfounded but at least now he knew this guy was for real.

“It happened about a week ago… I was getting drunk at a bar after a bad breakup when this old dude started hitting on me. I accepted him for god knows what reason and the next thing I knew I was absolutely smashed out of my mind and fucking this dude in his apartment. After we fucked I blacked out and when I woke up, he’d stolen my body…”

“Do you know how exactly he was able to do it?” Wavell questioned.

Evan thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. He just said something about a ritual I think. Also that swapping sexual fluids was the last component?”

“A ritual huh? He must’ve used some sort of magical item given to him to enact it. I wonder if Gilgamesh had something to do with that…” Wavell pondered while stroking a hand through his beard.

“Gilga-who now?”

“He’s a friend of mine with similar interests. Not that it matters to you.” Wavell gave a small smile. “Anyways I’m off. I was just curious about your situation. That’s all.” With that Wavell floated up into the air once again. He was about to teleport away when the flabby old man grabbed his leg. The warlock looked down as Evan began begging him to stay. Pleading with him to use his magic somehow to fix this and give him back his old body.

With a sigh, the warlock lowered himself down to the floor once more. “Look, Evan is it? Swapping souls, changing bodies, shifting minds. It’s what I live for. So why would I use my magic to correct something that I would've happily done myself in the first place?”

Evan’s eyes sunk as he looked back down at the aged, chubby body that’d been forced upon him. The last glimmer of hope he’d gained slowly fading as he sat himself back down on the bed. Mr Wavell was about to take his leave but as he glanced at Evan again, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the man.

Rolling his eyes he said to the man “Fine. I’ll help you out… but I’m not going to put you back in your old body.” Wavell said as his shoes touched the floor once again. Evan was confused, proceeding to ask how it’d be helping if not giving back his former body. Wavell was quick to respond. “Well from what I can tell, your soul is about 27 years old, correct? In that case how about I regress your current body to match that.”

Evan was fast to agree, eager to take anything he could get. As such, the warlock got Evan to stand towards the centre of the room. With a wave of his finger, Wavell conjured up a full body mirror out of thin air, allowing Evan to see his reflection. It was a sad sight which only got sadder when the handsome stranger waved his finger again to get rid of the old man’s clothes.

“Just so you can have a good view of this next part…” Wavell whispered while placing his hands on Evan’s shoulders. His palms began to emit a warm violet glow that was absorbed into Evan’s body, filling him with a strange sensation. A pulsing heat that surged its way across his frame and forced its way into every part of his being. It was as though he were being embraced by a warm aura of pure energy. But that was only the beginning.

It took a few seconds for him to notice but, as he stared into the mirror, Evan saw how the grey hairs on his head were slowly regaining their colour while his wrinkles began to fade. The fat across his body started melting away, loose skin getting tighter again while his body hair darkened and his skin became more tanned. Evan’s receding hairline started fixing itself, pulling forwards as his hair grew thicker and healthier, now completely dark without a trace of gray. The mustache on his upper lip became less pronounced, fading into a full face of stubble while his aged eyes regained a youthful glow. Lean muscle began to grow and define itself in places where fat had disappeared, restoring a strong and tight physique to his body.

“How are you feeling so far.” Wavell murmured, wrapping an arm around Evan before grasping his member. “Does the heat of rejuvenation feel good?” He added. Evan could only groan in response as his dick was flooded with newfound youth, growing hard as a rock at Wavell’s gentle touch. His body continued to regress back through its 30’s. Skin looking younger, hair looking thicker, testosterone increasing. His cock bucked with excitement as his balls began to churn, feeling so sensitive as Wavell continued to caress him gently. Then at last the heat began to subside as Evan reached his late 20’s once again. The same age his old body had been before it was stolen.

“I-I can’t… believe it.” Looking into the mirror, Evan could tell this was still Carl’s body but now… he looked like he could be a Men’s Fitness Model!

“Mhmm, this body was quite the looker in its younger days it seems. Perhaps not as muscular as your old body but certainly a few inches taller and I don’t doubt you’ll grow into it some more.” Wavell’s breath was hot against Evan’s ear, his beard brushing lightly against the back of the now youthful man’s neck. “Unless you want me to grow it for you.” He leaned in, kissing Evan’s neck while squeezing that excited cock a little.

“R-really?!” Evan pondered those words for a moment. Was Mr Wavell really offering to just hulk out his body right here and now? Evan had no doubt it was within the warlocks power after what’d just transpired but… he declined to Wavell’s surprise. “As fucking amazing as that sounds, I think I want to do it myself. If I’m gonna be bigger than the body that asshole stole from me then I want it to be thanks to my own hard work.” He stated confidently as he spun himself around a couple times, inspecting all his newly invigorated assets.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be your entire body. Perhaps just one or two little things you want to improve? Things that you may not be able to change very much naturally?” Wavell tempted, making circles with a finger as it glowed purple.

Evan thought hard for a moment while checking himself out from multiple angles. He had to admit, one of the things he was missing the most from his previous body had to be his former bubble butt. Just the thought that Carl was now flaunting that ass around town and getting lord knows how much dick was pissing him off. Speaking of dick, his current one seemed around average at what looked to be about 6 inches yet his old one was certainly over 7 inches at least. He thought it over for a moment but soon decided to ask if he could get improvements in both areas.

“Oh that’ll be no problem whatsoever.” The warlock smiled kindly. “But how about we make it just a tad more interesting.” Wavell stepped around in front of Evan, having to look up slightly at the man before getting down onto his knees and taking Evan’s already excited cock in his mouth. Evan was shocked but couldn’t bring himself to fight against Wavell’s bearded lips.

Murmurs of satisfaction slipped from Evan’s mouth as Wavell worked his tongue around the shaft like a pro. It felt odd though, like the heat of magic that’d embraced his body earlier now emanating from inside Wavell’s mouth and wrapping around his cock. After that Evan felt what he could only explain as a second erection. Almost as if his cock had somehow only been at half mast before but was now growing even further! Veins bulged across his appendage as it engorged. Wavell continued to bob his head generously, gradually having to open his mouth wider as the cock inside he was making love too thickened. Wavell grabbed hold of Evan’s balls in the process, massaging them as he felt the leaking member slowly push itself further down his throat. Evan grunted, feeling his balls pull up slightly before dropping back down with a bit more heft than before. This repeated a couple of times with his balls getting heavier each time until he had a nice fat pair of balls that were teeming with cum and testosterone. After that, all Wavell had to do was go deep one last time, swallowing the entire cock and that was enough to send Evan over the edge. Warm nectar came flowing out, coating the inside of Wavell’s throat white with man seed before swallowing every drop hungrily.

After taking a moment to savour the taste, Wavell pulls himself away from Evan’s crotch. An audible pop could be heard as his lips released the wet member to swing down between Evan’s legs with a new heftier weight to it. Looking down Evan could see the clear difference in size. It was longer and thicker than his old dick ever was! Most notably was the fat mushroom head it now adorned, still dripping with cum. It had to be at least 9 inches! Probably a little more! Not to mention the heavy balls he was swinging now. It almost didn’t seem real.

“Woah! I can’t believe how huge it is now! Fuuuuck…” Evan gripped his new and improved manhood. The length was amazing, sure but god did the girth feel phenomenal. Not being able to wrap his hand fully around his cock was an almost euphoric experience. It made him feel superior in a strange way. Though that could’ve just been all extra testosterone talking.

Wavell chuckled as he pulled himself back up. “Now… time for that ass of yours.” Smirking as he pulled Evan towards the bed, pushing him down onto the sheets. Evan laid down on his stomach, his ass served up and ready to be bred. Wavell kicked off his shoes while unzipping his pants, soon pulling out his own monster cock. He pumped a little for a moment as he pressed a finger inside Evan’s hole. Yup, that was gonna be far too tight for his cock but it certainly wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. Just then Evan felt a shiver pulse through his body as his hole suddenly loosened and relaxed. “Perfect.”

The neighbours could only wonder what the hell was happening in that apartment. Through the thin walls they could onlh hear constant echoes of deep grunting and groaning mixed with sounds of a creaking bed. But how could Evan not groan when he felt Mr Wavell’s fat rod slide inside him. Even after having his hole loosened, Evan still felt himself being stretched slightly while Wavell pressed his entire length inside.

After that initial penetration, the warlock began to work up a gentle pace. Pump after pump filling Evan up as he started to feel that warm magical sensation one last time spreading throughout his backside. Magical violet energy pulsed from Wavell’s dick like a constant orgasm, slowly but surely causing Evan’s ass to inflate. Both cheeks bubbling up with fat and muscle that began to jiggle with every thrust. Seeing that only made Wavell hungrier, pounding in with more and more intensity. When the growth subsided, Evan was left with a juicy bubble butt that any gay man would die for. To have and to fuck.

Of course just because the change was complete didn’t mean they were gonna stop. Ooohh no. They were both having way too much fun. Wavell continued to pound down into Evan for a good while first before they repositioned themselves. Wavell was soon laid on his back while Evan bounced on his dick as best he could. Obviously Evan couldn’t see the change that’d been made to his ass but he could most certainly feel it. All that extra padding rippled every time his ass smacked down against Wavell’s crotch. He was loving it to say the least. Not to mention his new, fatter dick jumping up and down with every bounce. It was certainly a sight to behold for both men.

They must’ve been making a ton of noise because a couple of position switches later they heard a knock at the door followed by a voice on the other side angrily telling them to quiet down. The pair only laughed at this of course, barely even stopping before getting back into rhythm. If anything, Evan made an effort to moan even louder simply to piss them off even more.

After a good while longer however, The Great Mr Wavell was finally hitting his high. By this point they were doing doggy style with Wavell speeding up his thrusts, his full balls smacking against Evan’s round jiggly ass. Evan knew exactly what was coming as he heard Wavell let out a deep groan swiftly followed by an intense pulsing inside his welcoming hole. Next thing Evan knew, the flood gates had opened and Wavell was pumping load after load inside him. Thick, sticky cum drenching his insides and even spilling out due to the sheer quantity.

Wavell must’ve stayed on top of Evan for a good five or ten minutes with his cock lodged inside the seeded hole. Sighs of relief could be heard however when Wavell finally decided to pull himself out, taking a moment to catch his breath before hopping off the bed. Evan on the other hand needed an extra couple of minutes before gathering up the strength to stand after that onslaught. But he was determined to get one last look in the mirror at his most recent change. And boy was he impressed by Wavell’s work.

“Ooohh yeah… I’m gonna rip half the pants I own now.” Evan grinned, looking over his shoulder at his reflection as he placed his hands beneath each of his thick cheeks and jiggled them. “Definitely gonna have to buy myself a new wardrobe.” Masses of dudes were gonna be drooling over his ass now! He played with his huge ass for a bit longer until he eventually fell back onto the bed again out of soreness. Wavell tucked his cock away into his pants. Of course he knew he could rid Evan of the pain from being stretched but he loved leaving the men he’d bred with a sore ass for a day or two.

“So, before I leave, I’m curious about something.” Wavell began while fixing his clothes. “What are you going to do about the man who stole your original flesh? I believe you said his name was Carl. Though he’s probably going by ‘Evan’ now.” He shrugged while grabbing his dress shoes.

Evan had to think for a moment. Before today he wasn’t sure if he’d have ever wanted to see his old self again unless it was to swap back somehow. The thought of seeing everything he once had piloted by another man seemed too painful for him. Having to watch that body snatcher flaunt that young hunky body he used to own. Now though? Things were very different.

“I’m not sure right yet. I’m still pissed at him for using me when I was at such a low point just to steal my life and body. Until you came along I’ve been nothing but miserable. I should hate him but… thinking about my original body is making my dick twitch…” Thoughts about Evan’s original ginger stud of a body swirled through his mind. His old cock and ass… god he’d want a chance to touch those again. Maybe he’d even get the chance to fuck himself!

Wavell laughed. “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you and check in every once in a while. Just to see how you’re getting on, you know? In the meantime I’ve made a minor adjustment to reality so all of Carl’s identification fits your new look. Nobody should suspect a thing.” Wavell tapped his shoes on the floor to make sure they were on properly before floating up into the air. “Enjoy your new life.”

Evan turned to thank the man for all he’s done but when he did, Wavell was already gone. Almost as if he were never there to begin with. Despite that, Evan knew he was still being watched.

“Thank you Mr Wavell.”

[seat-safety-switch]

Mini-golf is something I've spoken about many times, at great risk to my own life. In my town, you see, the mini-golf industry is represented by an extremely powerful lobby. That's why we have approximately three "courses" for every hundred people, the highest ratio in the world. Why am I against it? No golf carts means no driving.

You might think it's silly to be opposed to mini golf purely on the basis that I don't get to drive a little electric car around the property at irresponsible speeds. I'm sure you have strong opinions about things that I would consider silly, too. That makes you look like an asshole now, doesn't it?

Thing is, enjoying the great outdoors is best done with an open-air vehicle, gazing at the wonders of nature. And even if those wonders of nature have been artificially curated by the same groundskeeper who is now screaming at me for having driven across four sand traps and the country club, it still counts as calming.

Mini-golf? Too damn small. The mind rebels. Not natural, every sense screams, until you end up getting super mad and eject your putter into the parking lot on the 19th stroke on a "par 2" hole while some very patient toddlers wait behind you in line, not yet having been taught the concept of "play-thru," but perhaps also not wanting to pick a fight with a fully-grown adult who achieves apocalyptic rage levels when not operating a motor vehicle.

Now, I've worked out a sort of methadone solution here. Halfway house shit. Because I can't afford to play on the big expensive country club courses (it's sort of a Caddyshack situation, but mostly just the part where they hate me and everything I stand for) I'm stuck with mini-golf, and have to make my time at Al's Little Tee Big Fun and Ed's Big Fun Regular-Sized Balls as enjoyable as possible. That's why I brought a mini-golf-cart.

That's right. For just a few bucks on eBay, you too can avail yourself of a 1:24 scale golf cart that you can take out of your pocket and pretend to drive between the holes. Making vroom-vroom sounds is a little unrealistic for what is supposed to be a brushed-DC forklift motor, but you gotta do what makes you happy. The only downside is that this tiny plastic conveyance came from Playmobil, which almost certainly means it's going to explode in some kind of elaborate German mechanical failure soon. Like the poor guy in the parking lot last time whose GTI had a mini-golf putter get stuck in the windshield.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 70

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 6K

TW: Smut

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Saturday, March 19th; 10:30 AM - At Lucy's place.

I sigh as I look at my study notes, which have taken over Lucy’s personal space. At least... if I can still call it that. I’ve slowly started filling it with my presence. Ever since I decided to move in after school, I’ve been bringing my stuff. I already brought a large suitcase from home last week, and I plan to do the same on our next trip to Barcelona. I’ll leave a few things there just in case, but most of it will be moved here. I should be resting, but I can’t. I was on the couch with Lucy, trying to start a series, but I didn’t last long. I was bored and felt useless. We’ve been moving around so much lately that I’m not used to staying still anymore. That’s how I ended up in this situation. I haven’t been feeling great lately, I must admit. I’m stressed out because of a few rejections I finally received from galleries. It’s only a small handful, but it’s unsettling. On top of that, I got feedback from Mr. Fields, and it wasn’t good. He’s not going to change his mind about his offer in Cardiff. I’m taking my time to give him an answer, but let’s just say I don’t want to accept it. And of course, our professors decided to schedule their exams for the two weeks before the break... That’s not helping my stress. I was about to start reading a new chapter when the sound of shuffling papers caught my attention. I look up to see Lucy gathering my notes that were scattered across the table.

- "What are you doing?" I asked, perplexed.

- "You’re unbelievable. No matter what I do, you always find something to cling to like a kind of drug when you start to lose control. Well... you know what I mean, right?" she backpedaled after realizing what she’d just said.

I smiled softly, crossing my arms as she continued to pile up my notes in her hands. For a moment, I wondered if she was respecting the order of my chapters or if I’d have to sort them all out later. Those thoughts quickly disappeared when she spoke again.

- "You need to detach yourself from studying, so we’re going out."

- "Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

- "Yes. You’re going to lose your mind if you keep studying this much."

I bit my lip as she held out her hand for me to give her the paper I was holding like my life depended on it.

- "I don’t think-"

- "Oh yes, it’s a great idea," she interrupted me. "Come on."

- "Fine..." I muttered, handing it over. "So, what do you have planned?"

- "We’re going to help the girls at the gym."

- "The gym...? You mean the studio?"

- "Yeah, the gym," she said, putting the stack of papers in my organizer. "I texted Jenni, and it seems they’re in the middle of renovations, so it’s the perfect time to lend a hand."

- "Alright..." I sighed.

I’m far from motivated, but it seems like it’s for a good cause.

- "Who’s there?"

- "Jenni, Aitana, Beth, and Alexia."

- "Alexia?" I repeated in surprise. "She didn’t tell me she was staying."

- "It wasn’t planned. Jenni hosted her last night. Their transport got canceled, apparently."

I raised an eyebrow. I’m really surprised she didn’t tell me, to be honest. Well, we haven’t talked since we parted ways yesterday.

- "What about Alba?"

- "As if I went that far in my questioning," she rolled her eyes. "You can ask her yourself in a few minutes. Go change first. Do you have any old clothes?"

- "Uh, no."

I blushed at the thought. I haven’t brought any of that yet. I prioritized what I wear regularly.

- "Well, I’ll have to find you something."

After getting ready, we were set to leave. I was wearing Lucy’s clothes, and nothing could make me happier. Surprisingly, traffic was light for a Saturday morning. The weather was warming up, finally allowing a few rays of sunshine to appear. Well, it wasn’t Barcelona’s twenty-five degrees, but I wasn’t going to complain. Seeing the outside world was doing me a lot of good, surprisingly. Lucy parked in the same spot as last time. I recognized Jenni’s car near ours. I assumed the other two cars belonged to the friends she had mentioned. I was excited to see them again. I hadn’t seen them since our trip to the Alps.

- "Are you mad at me?" I asked as she opened the rear door of the building for me.

- "Mad at you for what?"

- "For isolating myself whenever things get tough in my life instead of coming to talk to you..."

I turned to see her walking behind me. She met my gaze with a smile plastered on her face.

- "I’d be mad if it wasn’t so obvious, yes. But don’t worry, that’s not the case. I know you, and I know what’s bothering you right now. I’ll never force you to talk, but you know communication is important, and if you ever feel the need to talk, I’m here."

- "Thanks... I think I just need a hug right now."

- "Then I think I’ll offer my arms for that."

I laughed as I melted into her embrace when she opened her arms. In the end, I might be regretting the couch now. I’ll think about it next time. I sighed softly, inhaling her scent. It’s become my favorite. It’s fruity, yet soft, with a hint of coffee. It’s strange, but totally harmonious thanks to her natural body smell.

- « te amo," I murmured against her neck.

- « Te amo también, mi amor."

The doors to the main room creaked open a bit farther down. I didn’t even need to turn around to know, given how loud they were.

- "Ah, I knew I heard some noise!"

I turned around, recognizing Alexia’s voice. She had a huge, toothy smile. At least we could be sure she was happy to see us.

- "I’m so glad you’re here. We needed a bit more muscle around here. Don’t just stand there. We were waiting for you."

We walked over to greet her with a kiss on each cheek. We entered the room, where upbeat music filled the space. We greeted the guys as well, though it was less pleasant since their cheeks were sticky with sweat. It wasn’t surprising. They hadn’t slacked off this morning. They had already started tearing everything apart. The mirrors were dismantled, and the door on the right had been removed, revealing the hallway Lucy mentioned last time. If I remember correctly, the classrooms will be there.

- "Wow. Looks like you’ve made good progress," Lucy commented.

- "Yeah, pretty much," Aitana replied. "Jenni knows how to keep us motivated."

We laughed as she raised the beer she was drinking. A pack was lying in a corner, along with a few empty glass bottles. I wasn’t sure how long they’d been there, but it seemed like they’d been working since early this morning.

- "We didn’t know where to start, so we decided to tackle this area."

- "Yeah, yeah, it’s fine," Lucy said, making the same observation as me. "Have you started on the locker rooms yet?" she asked, glancing in the other direction.

- "No, that’s the next step," her best friend admitted.

- "Alright. Well, I think that’s a priority, along with the break room at the back. The furniture for those two rooms will arrive in a few weeks."

- "Okay, we’ll keep working on that then. We were just waiting for your orders, Commander."

Alexia and I stifled a laugh. It was quickly stopped by her mock-serious glare. Jenni gave us a knowing smile. After all, that nickname was here to stay. It suited her personality. But honestly, we couldn’t deny that we’d all be lost without her. Even now, she was playing the role of project manager.

- "Do you already have plans for how it’ll look?" I asked her.

- "Of course. We worked with an architect. Do you want to see the final design?"

- "Well, yeah!" I feigned offense that she hadn’t shown me yet.

- "Oh, sorry," she teased. "Jenni, where did you put the copies of the plans?"

"Uh, I think upstairs, in the office. We didn’t need them today. »

- Thank you.

- Can I come with you? Ale asks as I grab Lucy's hand.

- Yeah, sure, my girlfriend replies.

We head upstairs. Nothing has been touched here yet. I doubt much needs to be redone. It's a bit old, but it will just need a fresh coat of paint and probably some cleaning too. We stand at the front of the office while Lucy rummages through the drawers one by one.

- Ah, here they are.

She places them in front of us with a triumphant look. I smile, noticing how proud she is of her work. And she should be—it all looks fantastic. The color scheme is navy blue and white, with black aluminum accents like the entryway they plan to install. It gives an industrial vibe, a style I often see and love. At least I won’t worry about our tastes clashing if we ever decide to pick or even build a house together. Despite that, they've still kept the authenticity and charm of the stone walls.

- Do you like it? The plans can still be changed, but we can’t alter the major parts anymore.

She's talking fast, and her expression is a bit tense. Our opinions must matter a lot. I don’t answer right away, lingering over the locker room plans. There will be cabins on one side and showers on the other, with a small private stall for privacy. The idea is well thought out. Of course, there are also toilets. The color theme remains the same, and it looks like the mirrors they removed from the main room will be reused here.

- It’s great, I break the suspense first. What do you think?

- Same here, Ale responds. Honestly, you guys made excellent choices.

I continue examining the plans for the back area, where they plan to refresh the hallway. The toilets won’t be touched, but the break room will be completely redone. Again, the blue stands out, with minimalist furniture and a blue accent wall.

- That must have taken a lot of work, she adds.

- Quite a bit, yeah, but between weekends and my evenings at the dorm, we managed to make it happen.

The final plans are for the rooms reserved for common classes. I also notice a room marked as an office.

- What’s this room for? I ask, pointing to it.

- It’s for personal follow-ups. We thought it would be better to have a room that offers privacy.

- Why not use this office? I ask, gesturing to the one we’re standing in.

- We didn’t want members to have access to the back area. A sign will be put up saying it's staff-only. I don’t think people will linger here, but the idea isn’t to supervise them all the time. Plus, important documents and storage will be kept here.

I nod. It makes sense. At least they won’t have to worry about surveillance. I frown, lingering over the other classroom plans. Oddly enough, they seem very plain—just white walls, which is strange compared to the rest.

- Why won’t the classrooms be decorated?

- Ah, you noticed? I was wondering the same thing, Ale points out.

We both look up at Lucy. My question seems to have amused her.

- To be honest, Jenni and I talked about it for a while. We want you to handle the decor for those rooms.

I’m speechless. Ale gives me a big smile and pats my back in support.

- A-are you serious?

- Yeah! I’ve seen what you did with your room in Barcelona. You’re totally capable of this. I was going to ask you about it—I just hadn’t had the chance yet. These rooms don’t need repairs, just renovation and decoration, so there’s no rush. What do you think? Will you take it on?

- Of course she’ll accept! Ale exclaims. That would be awesome!

I blush, flattered that she thought of me for this task.

- Yeah, sure… I think I can do that if you really want me to. Do you have any ideas already?

- Not really, she admits. We held off so you’d have the freedom to imagine what you want. But we can give you some suggestions if you prefer.

- Honestly, you caught me off guard, I chuckle nervously. We’ll have to talk more about it.

She smiles knowingly, and I think I understand. My little guess was right.

- If it becomes your next obsession, that’s fine with me.

I roll my eyes, laughing. Alexia watches us, not fully understanding the situation but wisely choosing not to intrude, sensing it’s a private conversation between us.

- Well, how about we go help the others? That’s what we’re here for, right?

That’s how we spent the rest of the day, helping our friends. Lucy was right. I needed to see something different, to enjoy life. I was happy to spend time with them. Everything was done in good spirits. The girls were demolishing things while we, the girls, were in charge of loading the van Jenni rented with the old furniture. We made several trips to the nearest dump. It took most of our time because of the traffic, but it was fun. We also went to the mall across the street to restock water and beer since we were running low. It’s really convenient having a building like that so close. I’m sure it’ll attract a lot of people—after all, everyone goes to the mall, so they won’t miss the gym’s sign. One thing’s for sure: we laughed a lot throughout the day. I was finally able to forget about my life for a while. Lucy and Alexia got along so well. I’m even starting to wonder if she might prefer Alexia to Mapi. I guess I’ll never know. It’s not something Lucy would admit, knowing her. By the end of the afternoon, we’d cleared out the break room. Lucy promised the guys we’d come back next week to help with the locker rooms, which are much bigger. In any case, I was happy to be there. At least I knew I’d be doing something other than studying. Our friends suggested we stay for dinner, and we agreed. We ended up at a pizza place nearby. Something tells me we’ll become regulars there. They serve pizzas, but also pasta dishes. Tonight, we all had pizza. Lucy and I ordered two different ones so we could share. They were excellent, but next time I think I’ll try the pasta to see if it’s as good. 

The day came to an end. We said our goodbyes late at night before everyone headed home. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as exhausted when we left as I’d been when we arrived. Lucy seemed to feel the same way.

- We could make cookies, I suggested.

- Cookies? she laughed. Why cookies?

- Well, we’re not tired. Might as well do something productive. We could bring them to the girls tomorrow. They’d love that.

- Wow... why not? But I’m not sure I have everything we need, she said, already checking her cupboards.

- Well, how about a chocolate cake then? You must have some chocolate, right?

Lucy laughed and finally pulled out a bar of dark chocolate.

- Yes, I do. That’s doable.

- Cool! Let’s get to work, then.

I rolled up my sleeves, making Lucy laugh.

- Slow down, master chef. Start by washing your hands.

- You just had to kill my enthusiasm, huh? I said with a playful pout.

- No, I’m teaching you. A good chef knows you always wash your hands before starting, she teased with a wink.

I laughed but followed her advice. After everything we did today, it wasn’t exactly sanitary to start cooking without cleaning up first.

- Maybe we should shower before starting, huh? We’ve been sweating all day.

- No, I’d lose my motivation, I admitted.

- True, you’re right. Alright, let’s get to work.

After washing her hands too, she pulled out a cookbook. I had to admit, I’d never made a chocolate cake before. I felt a little embarrassed because it’s such a basic thing.

- So, I’ll read the ingredients, and you get them out.

- Maybe it makes more sense to do it the other way around, right? Since you know where everything is.

- Alright, if you say so, she teased.

I list the ingredients for her, and she places them on the countertop. It's time to begin. She preheats the oven, and then we get to work. Everything is done with a cheerful mood. Nothing is too serious. She has me follow the recipe, pouring the ingredients into a bowl, while she takes care of melting the butter and chocolate over a bain-marie.

"Why don't you just use the microwave, since you have one?" I teased.

"I prefer doing it this way. It's how I was taught. It's supposed to be better. Plus, no microwaves involved."

"Hmm... if you say so."

I dip my finger into the melted mixture and bring it to my mouth once everything has melted, abandoning my bowl that's been ready for a while.

"Hey, don’t touch that."

"We could totally eat this as is too."

"Unless you want a stomachache, sure, we can," she teased.

I pouted to show my dissatisfaction.

"My grandmother used to forbid me from eating the batter like that, but she always let me lick the bowl at the end," I shared.

"Well, you can lick the bowl too if you want," she laughed. "Alright, all that's left is to mix everything together. Do you want to handle it?"

"Can you do it? I never managed to do it right when I was a kid."

"You've grown up since then, you know?" she teased. "Come on, you'll do it."

She tugged on the sleeve of my sweater to pull me in front of her. I frowned but took the whisk and mixed our two bowls together. Lucy finished up when she noticed my movements were slowing down. Smiling playfully, I dabbed my finger in the mix and smeared it on her face. Lucy gasped in surprise.

"You dared!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I moved closer to lick her cheek, trying to erase the evidence. Lucy backed away immediately, but it was too late—I had already cleaned it up. She wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Oh, so you want to play, huh?"

She dipped her fingers into the batter, and I laughed as she pinned me against the counter before I could escape. She slowly dragged her fingers from my forehead to my chin, smearing the rest down my neck.

"Come on, that’s over the top," I giggled.

"What? I’m just going to clean it up like you did," she said mischievously.

I tried to wriggle out of her grip, but it was a lost cause. She was holding me too tightly, her body fully pressed against mine. There was no way out.

"It's my turn to get even," she whispered before kissing my forehead.

I kept laughing as she continued her "clean-up" down my nose. I had stopped resisting. I was the one who had started the playful mess, so I wasn't going to stop her. Things got more intense when she reached my lips. She lingered particularly long where the last bit of chocolate had been. We kissed, devouring each other’s mouths, before she moved down to my chin. Our eyes locked with heavy intensity. A warmth stirred deep in my stomach. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at me with such desire. I bit my lip as she moved even lower after finishing with my chin. She ended up at my neck, and I realized why she had smeared so much chocolate there. 

Breathing shallowly, I closed my eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. I gripped the counter behind me to keep my balance. She alternated between using her tongue, sucking, and giving soft kisses. A moan escaped my lips, and I immediately covered my mouth with my hand. I realized she had just bitten the edge of my collarbone. She lifted her head to meet my eyes again. The knot in my stomach tightened even more. There was a delicious tension in the air. She wanted me—it was clear from her eyes. We stayed in that position for a moment, neither of us breaking the silence that was filled with meaning. It was now or never. She was waiting for me to react, but I didn’t know what to do. Inside, I was panicking, but I wanted this. I could feel it in every part of me. When she started to pull back, I couldn’t let it end like that. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her passionately. I needed her. My move surprised her, and she leaned into me with her full weight. We were dangerously close to breaking apart. We devoured each other with our eyes, silently asking what was next.

“I want this,” I whispered. “Please.”

I was grateful she hadn’t asked the question first. I preferred making the choice myself. She appreciated my response, as I could tell by the low growl that escaped her throat.

“Are you sure…?” she asked.

I nodded as I returned to her lips. I could feel her smile as my arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer. I heard her chuckle when she suddenly lifted me off the ground. Her lips didn’t give me time to cry out.

“It’s all for you tonight, Princess,” she whispered, attacking my neck again.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her waist and tilted my head to the side. I never knew where she got her strength from, but I wasn’t surprised anymore. She paused for a moment at the edge of the kitchen, and I realized she was turning off the oven. Then, expertly, she returned to my neck as we headed down the hallway. I didn’t even notice what was happening around us before I was pinned against the wall of our bedroom. That thought alone heightened my excitement. Lucy’s hips ground against my most sensitive spot, and if I wasn’t sure before, I could now feel the dampness there. I would have loved for her to come back to my lips to muffle the sounds I could barely contain. Lucy must have noticed because she stopped her sweet torture on my neck, which was probably well-marked by now. She knew it was one of my weak points. Her warm breath sent shivers down my body. She nibbled on my earlobe before whispering:

“Don’t hold back your pleasure, baby,” she murmured. “I want to hear you. I need to know how you’re feeling.”

After her words, she hit just the right spot, and I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped my lips. Damn.

"That's much better," she teased with a playful smile. "No more holding back, okay?"

I squeaked as she continued to tease between my legs with her hips, punishing me with waves of pleasure, eliciting more moans. Unable to form words, I nodded to show I understood. She didn’t give me a chance to react or even think about it—probably for the best. She kissed me again, more softly this time, as she carried me to our bed. My heart raced as her hands wandered under my sweater. I lifted my arms to help her remove the barrier that seemed to be bothering her. Her lips wanted to return to my now burning body, but I held her back for a moment.

“I-I want to see you too, please.”

My voice was fragile, pleading in the moment. Lucy laughed softly but nodded. For the first time, she gave me a bit of space, sitting up on top of me.

"You don’t have to ask, you know. You just need to undress me..."

I smiled timidly and pulled off her sweater, tossing it somewhere in the room.

"You don’t really give me the time," I teased her.

She laughed, and to my surprise, she quickly removed her bra, letting it join the pile of clothes. I was mesmerized by the sight before me. Lucy was a stunning woman. I still wondered what I had done to deserve her...

"Is this better?" she murmured.

I nodded, bringing my gaze back to hers. I blushed, knowing she had caught me staring.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Don’t be shy. Everything is yours, my love."

With a touch of shyness, I brought my hand to her left breast. She shivered slightly at the contact. I noticed her watching me with a small smile. I lingered on her perfect chest. It wasn’t too large or too small. As soon as my finger grazed her nipple, it hardened instantly, a clear sign that her excitement matched mine. I finally looked back up into her eyes, and she nodded, giving me silent permission. I gently cupped her breast, caressing it more fully. I had been waiting for this moment for so long. It fit perfectly in my palm. I took my time. I wanted to explore every inch of her body. I rolled us over so that I was on top. With my occupied hand, I continued to caress her more confidently. My other hand supported me as I leaned down to focus on her other breast with my mouth. I kissed every part I could, even letting my tongue trail over certain spots. My excitement was building fast, and it seemed Lucy’s was too, given how she squirmed beneath me. I gained confidence as she didn’t hold back her sounds. The most intense moment came when I sucked her nipple hard. I wanted to take my time, to savor the moment, but that clearly wasn’t in her plans. Her hands quickly found their way to my back. The need to feel her bare skin against mine prompted me to let her undress me too. I gasped when she suddenly flipped us over, letting our chests press against each other for the first time after she had removed my last piece of clothing from the top.

- I said it was for you tonight. I intend to keep my promise.

- Bab-

I don’t have time to protest before she returns to my lips, my neck, and finally my chest. She kisses me everywhere, her tongue joining the dance from the start. I close my eyes to savor the sensation I had almost forgotten. With Feli, everything was quick. She didn’t linger on foreplay, preferring to get straight to the point. Experiencing such tenderness again brings tears to my eyes. Lucy, unaware of my tears, continues her torment, alternating between each breast with her hand or her mouth. She’s everywhere, for my perfect pleasure. It’s when she moves back up towards me that she notices my state.

- Hey, what’s wrong? We can stop if it’s too much for you.

- N-no, don’t... D-don’t stop, p-please.

Despite myself, tears come in streams. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. Not in any way. Lucy slides her fingers under my eyelids, as she has become accustomed to doing.

- D-don’t stop, please, I beg her.

She kisses me tenderly. This gesture calms me a bit. I return her sweet kisses, adding more passion to the next ones. She reignites the flame with her hands continuing to caress my chest.

- It’s going to be okay, she whispers. Tell me what I should do. Or show me if you prefer.

I nod and try to stop my tears once and for all. She still wants me, even with my disheveled mind and the tears that must have affected my appearance. My heart burns as much as my body. I linger my hands on her jeans, struggling with her belt with my trembling hands. I want to go faster, and Lucy chuckles at my sudden impatience.

- Okay, wait. Slow down.

She lifts herself to help me undress her. We soon find ourselves both in just our underwear, warm as embers after multiple caresses and kisses. Everything is soft. Lucy returns to my chest, now as marked by her as my neck. Her body fits perfectly with mine, moving slowly, making sure our thighs touch each other. I press against her from time to time, without realizing it. She was heating me up, and my desire quickly becomes too powerful and uncontrollable. Then comes the moment I was most apprehensive about. She starts to move down, but by reflex, I pull her back towards me.

- Relax, darling. Trust me.

I let her go with those simple words after a final exchanged kiss. She kisses my stomach first to tease me, though I was already at my limit. To make things difficult, I don’t make it easy for her. I squirm, though I have to keep my stomach contracted the entire time. I recognize some places where she lingers. They are where my scars are. I also flinch when she playfully nibbles. Then, she stops when she reaches my last piece of underwear. Surprisingly, she doesn’t remove it. She prefers to go lower, starting again from my knee. It’s too much. It tickles, as I am sensitive there. I try to close my thighs together, but Lucy holds them open with a laugh.

- Stop torturing me, I reply in a short breath.

- Come on, baby. You won’t escape this, she teases, continuing her trail of kisses. I want to kiss every part of your body.

I moan as she continues inside my thighs. Damn. I can’t resist much longer.

- P-promise me you’ll come back up after, I beg. I want you with me.

I don’t want to be the only one having pleasure tonight. I don’t know what she had planned, but I want us to come together for our first time.

- Alright, she murmurs against my warm skin. I promise.

She continues her path gradually, passing over my legs. I don’t remember being this sensitive here. I can’t stay still. Lucy keeps me pinned down with one hand on my stomach and the other on my thigh. I can’t close them or escape. She understands that she needs to hold them firmly to achieve her goal. A goal she eventually reaches. I don’t even dare to look down. All I know is that my panties must be quite wet in her eyes. I feel the coolness as Lucy breathes on it to tease me.

- Look at me.

I do so with difficulty. Seeing her at my center, holding my legs, makes my stomach churn. I’m struggling to realize that this is happening. The woman who, a few months ago, was tormenting me with training sessions to bring me down to earth, is now between my legs. I don’t protest when she pulls on the waistband of my black lace thong. I don’t know what possessed me to wear it this morning, but I’m thankful now. She does it gently to give me time to push her away if needed, but I don’t. Especially not in my state. I want her. Now. Still, she takes wicked pleasure in driving me crazy like she did a few minutes ago with her kisses.

- Luce, I complain.

- Oh, are you impatient now?

I move my hips as she has long since removed my last barrier. She gazes at me, and I blush. I thought I would feel vulnerable when this happened, but the way she looks at me makes me melt. With a smile, she teases my clitoris with her finger.

- I should make you beg.

- Y-you wouldn’t dare!

- And why not?

She plays with me and even dares to laugh. I plan to get my revenge when it’s her turn. As if she could read my thoughts, she dives right into my center to kiss it. I can still feel her smile. Just from the contact, I moan loudly. Her tongue takes over before she sucks on my sensitive skin. I cry out, propping myself up on my elbows at the sensation.

- Oh, fuck!

I can feel Lucy’s smile again. She doesn’t say anything, just pulls me down with her arm. I let myself fall back, closing my eyes. The sensation is exquisite. I had forgotten what it felt like to experience such pleasure. Her tongue explores every inch of my little garden, eliciting more than one moan or cry of pleasure. I cling to the sheets as best I can to avoid pulling her hair. If she had been at my level, her back would be covered in scratches. She mixes it with some sucking before going even lower. It’s the last straw. My moans fill the room, and I quickly grab her hair. I no longer know if I want to restrain her or pull her away. My head isn’t in the game anymore, and Lucy takes wicked pleasure in building the pressure in my stomach. I’ve never felt such pleasure before. When I reach my peak, I pull her hair. She quickly understands the message, finishing the moment with a final little kiss before coming back up. The absence of her mouth is already replaced by her hand. My own can now scratch her back. With my other hand, I quickly venture under her completely wet underwear. A short breath escapes her. It’s my turn to leave her with no opportunity. I take her lips, covered in my moisture. We caress each other while kissing. When she inserts a finger into me, I have to break the connection.

- O-oh my God.

I contract around her finger, no longer used to such presence. Lucy, who had started moving, stops immediately.

- Are you okay? she murmurs with concern.

- Y-yes! Don’t stop.

Understanding the meaning of my positive reaction, she waits for me to relax before adding a second finger. She doesn’t give me time to think and starts a gentle rhythm. I’m tense at first, but pleasure soon takes over as she speeds up. I realize I’ve fallen behind on my end. I have to concentrate fully to reciprocate. It’s intense. We are making love. The room echoes with our sounds. Lucy manages to find my lips to seal them together one last time. I struggle to return the kiss. My focus is much lower. Especially as our last acceleration takes its toll on us. We scream one final time in unison when we climax. I’m overwhelmed by her intensity. My teeth sink into Lucy’s shoulder, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s in the same state as me, against my neck. The room eventually quiets down, with only our ragged breathing filling the space. It took us both a moment to recover. She’s the first to remove her fingers before I do. I’m exhausted, and my eyelids have become heavy. Still, I remain awake. Lucy kisses me one last time before getting up. I watch her carefully as she removes her underwear that had stayed on until the end. It must be quite a mess now. She pulls back the covers, and with a tremendous effort, I slip underneath. She immediately joins me, wrapping her arms around me. I smile, realizing what just happened.

- I love you, I murmur.

- I love you even more, she whispers, kissing my temple. Have sweet dreams, my love.

Under her words, I finally let myself drift off to sleep.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Hello!

I am an aspiring author who struggles with accurately portraying historical clothing, and I stumbled across your blog while searching for photographs and information on late 19th century/USA Gilded Age fashion. From the research I've seen compiled across books/the internet, the clothing of the upper class from that area is very well documented in paintings, garment catalogues, photographs, museums, etc....but finding information on what the day-to-day wear of normal people was like is proving much more difficult. Since you seem to be knowledgeable in the subject of historical clothing in this approximate time period, I was wondering if you knew about any good resources to learn more about what people who couldn't afford to follow upper class trends were wearing in the general era as well as any general information around these items.

If it helps, I'm focused on eastern and southeastern United States farming/small railroad town/mountain mining/gulf coast wetland communities, but even just more general resources about what sort of clothing that the average poor person during the Gilded Age wore would be greatly helpful. I've been able to find a few photographs here and there, but these probably aren't an accurate depiction of a persons' 'day-to-day' wear, and I also haven't found much on how women learned to sew homemade clothes, what garments if any would have been bought, where people in rural areas would have sourced their cloth, what undergarments were like, how work shoes were made & aquired, ect.

Please feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you're interested in answering as I'm sure you get a lot of asks, but I'd greatly appreciate it if you have any pointers!

So here's the thing about 19th-century clothing:

in many ways, it's the same all the way down

now, that's a serious generalization. is a farm wife in Colorado going to be wearing the same thing as a Vanderbilt re: materials, fit, and up-to-the-minute trendiness? obviously not. but because so much of what people wore back then has only survived to the present day in our formalwear- long skirts, suits, etc. -we tend to have difficulty recognizing ordinary or "casual" clothing from that period. I also sometimes call this Ballgownification, from the tendency to label literally every pretty Victorian dress a Ball Gown (even on museum websites, at times). Even work clothing can consist of things you wouldn't expect to be work clothing- yes, they sometimes worked in skirts that are long by modern standards, or starched shirts and suspenders. Occupational "crap job clothes" existed, but sometimes we can't recognize even that because of modern conventions.

A wealthy lady wore a lot of two-piece dresses. Her maid wore a lot of two-piece dresses. The trailblazing lady doctor working at the hospital down the road from her house wore a lot of two-piece dresses. The factory worker who made the machine lace the maid used to trim her church dress wore a lot of two-piece dresses. The teenage daughter of the farm family that raised the cows that supplied the city where all those people lived wore a lot of- you get the idea. The FORMAT was very similar across most of American and British society; the variations tended to come in fabrics, trims, fit precision, and how frequently styles would be updated.

Having fewer outfits would be common the further down the social ladder you went, but people still tried to have as much underwear as possible- undergarments wicked up sweat and having clean ones every day was considered crucial for cleanliness. You also would see things changing more slowly- not at a snail's pace, but it might end up being a few years behind the sort of thing you'd see at Newport in the summer, so to speak. Underwear was easier to make oneself than precisely cut and fitted outer garments for adults (usually professionally made for all but the poorest of the poor for a long time- dressmakers and tailors catering to working-class clientele did exist), but that also began to be mass-produced sooner than outer clothing. So depending on the specific location, social status, and era, you might see that sort of thing and children's clothing homemade more often than anything else. Around the 1890s it became more common to purchase dresses and suits ready-made from catalogues like Sears-Roebuck, in the States, though it still hadn't outpaced professional tailoring and dressmaking yet. Work shoes came from dedicated cobblers, and even if you lived in isolated areas, VERY few people in the US and UK wove their own fabric. Most got it from the nearest store on trips to town, or took apart older garments they already had to hand and reused the cloth for that.

I guess the biggest thing I want to emphasize is that, to modern eyes, it can be very hard to tell who is rich and who is anywhere from upper-working-class to middling in Gilded Age photographs. Because just like nowadays a custodial worker and Kim Kardashian might both wear jeans and a t-shirt, the outfit format was the same for much of society.

Candid photography can be great for this sort of thing:

Flower-sellers in London's Covent Garden, 1877. Note that the hat on the far right woman is only a few years out-of-date; she may have gotten it new at the time or from a secondhand clothing market, which were quite popular on both sides of the Atlantic.

Also London, turn of the 20th century.

A family in Denver, Colorado, c. early 1890s.

Train passengers, Atlanta, Georgia, probably 1890s.

Hope this helps!

[black-rose-writings]

Inspired by some recent conversations, I'll do something I wanted to write out for a while - how would Bella Swan fare as the Sun Summoner.

Bella Swan is the go-to example of a poorly written "blank slate" protagonist, Twilight birthed half of the shitty fanfic tropes of the last few decades. I also shares a lot of parallels to SaB/Grishaverse as a whole, imo, but it a sort of "evil twin"/twisted yin-and-yang sort of way.

There's a lot I could go into here, but let's just stick to the premise - the heroines.

Firstly, it's important to say that their backstories are super important to how they turned out as people, so "Bella Swan as Sun Summoner" and "Alina with Bella's personality" would be kinda different - Alina's damage comes from not being able to grow up, while Bella's are from parentification, from being forced to grow up too fast.

(Since most of my audience is probably not familiar with Twilight, a significant part of Bella's backstory is that her mother is not a very practical, to put it mildly, and that Bella had to be the responsible one in the relationship from pretty early on in her life. Honestly, narrative-wise in many places, it feels almost like Alina was supposed to be the protagonist of Twilight (a 21st century teenager dragged into the supernatural kinda against her will) and Bella was supposed to be the heroine of SaB (a gothic heroine forced to grow up too fast, fascinated and drawn by the supernatural), but I digress.)

There's two ways her's backstory could go:

If we go the orphanage route, there's not really much that needs to be changed - in fact, she almost makes much more sense as a product of such environment than Alina. I'm calling this one Bellalina (she has Alina's backstory and talents, but with Bella's personality). Bellalina was a sickly child, who burried herself in books, dreaming of a life that seemed out of reach, while being forced to take care of the younger children and generally help around the orphanage, getting herself a brainy job in the army as soon as she could to get away. She'd have a much more complicated relationship with Ana Kuya than Alina has, similar to the complicated feelings Bella has to both of her parents (again, for my Grishaverse followers, Bella was heavily parentified by her mom and seems at least somewhat aware that it messed her up, and she has a distant relationship with her father, especially early on in the books, mostly because they're basically strangers when the books start).

The only problem with the orphanage route is that I kinda have hard time believing someone with Bella's personality would manage to avoid being discovered for so long.

Bella's original backstory is hard to transplant into the Grishaverse, just because of how differently marriage is treated in the Grishaverse compared to the modern world, especially in the social classes Bellalina would need to be to recieve the necessary education. I'm calling this one Liza, considering the slavic version of Isabella is some form of Elisabeta and she is Bella in the Grishaverse). But here's an attempt at a plausible version - Liza's mother was either a lower noblewoman or the daughter of a wealthy merchant, who eloped with a soldier when she was younger, but quickly changing her mind after getting a taste of the less-than-wealthy life, returning to her parents, either pregnant or with baby Liza. Grishaverse!Renée(Renata, maybe, if we wanted to slavify her name) and her family would certainly try to get her divorced or have the marriage annuled (depending on the relevant law in Ravka). This might work, or she might just have to wait for Grishaverse!Charlie(I'm thinking of slavifying his name to Kirill, which has different origins, but there's no russian version of Charles and I refuse to name him Karel) to die (which is not exactly an unlikely fate for a lowly soldier). Either way, Renata, due to having such sordid past (by 19th century standarts) and possibly still being technically married to Kirill, has hard time remarrying, only managing to do so when Liza is almost 16. At which point, Bella decides she might as well join the Ravkan army, seeing it as the best way to set herself up for her future (and probably to get away from her mom and her family, who probably didn't let her forget about having a common father and questionable legitimacy).

Either way, she ends up in the army - Bellalina still in the carthography unit, Liza, I'm not sure what Bella's skills would be good for in a 19th century army. Maybe some kind of communication officer? A clerk? Some kind of intelligence work (like, the boring, paper-pushing kind)? (that would be very ironic considering Alina's utter disregard for the concept of secrecy) A secretary/typist for some higher-up officer? IDK, something fitting for a well-educated, observant and intelligent, but physically feeble girl.

From here, the divergences mostly end.

She's sent across the Fold as part of an assignment, things go badly, she's discovered as a Sun Summoner, pretty much as it goes in the books.

Except Bella is into it. She's been dreaming of having a dashing hero sweep her away into a magical life since she was little. She would spend the entire ride to the little palace asking way too many questions like an over-excited toddler. She'd be crushing on Sasha so hard (especially after he saves her life).

She would dive into her studies head first once she arrived. Again, this girl dreamed about this her whole life. She loves this, she loves the power. Mental block who?

She is also very observant. She would clock Aleksander's immortal ass within two conversations (and probably confront him about it first opportunity to get him alone).

Bella is also significantly hornier than Alina, so Winter Fete would get much spicier.

Now, the real big question: Would she believe Baghra? My answer is no. Primarily because she would have confronted Sasha about the before-mentioned immortal bullshit before the Fete, and would probably recieve at least an outline of the plan at that point. (Considering how non-chalantly OG!Bella rolled with vampire murder lore, she would probably be fine with some tactical fantasy nukes, especially if framed through "protect the people you care about" lense). Also, if Bella was promised a good dicking, she would not listen to Baghra on principle, because she's horny and she's NOT going to be happy about getting cockblocked.

Que good ending, immortal overlord Sasha and his immortal saint wife Bella bring world peace.

[neopuppy]

someone bringing up that blast from the past alpha princes jaemin&jeno drabble…. now i’m over here thinking about that jungwoo&jeno hybrid and veterinarian!yn fic we got a tiny taste of 🚬🤏

that was on my old side blog, I’ll post it here for funsies💚

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“Two of them? Why are they together if they aren’t related?” You question sorting through two clipboards laid out before you. Files for golden retriever and samoyed hybrids stare back at you.

Jeno Lee: 21, born April 23rd. Healthy pure bred samoyed hybrid. Found pan-handling near the beach with Jungwoo Kim. Displays codependency with the golden retriever hybrid.

Jungwoo Kim: 23, born February 19th. Healthy pure bred retriever hybrid. Displays manipulative tactics to get what he wants. Has run away from numerous shelters multiple times.

“Well, the samoyed does whatever the older one tells him to do. It’s like they’ve imprinted on each other. They’re not mates though, and have shown no sign of mating. The samoyed has not rut yet.” Your colleague taps over their sexual history. Jungwoo apparently spending many of his days working in and out of hybrid brothels. “Says he did it so they could survive. He’s a bit promiscuous if you ask me, be careful with that one.”

“Hybrids past 18 years don’t do well. What are we supposed to do with them? Especially two?” You step forward taking a closer look inside the glass revealing the two young boys sharing a bed. Both still in a sleep disoriented state with giant messy fluffy hair covering their ears. The blonde one must be Jungwoo, you think. Following his fingers skimming through the black ball of fur rested on his stomach. The other face mostly hidden still half asleep.

“Adorable right?” With a nudge into your side your assistant nods ahead. “But you’re right- it’s been five months now. They’re both a bit too old to be marketable unfortunately. We’ve had a few customers interested in Jeno, but as noted he seems attached to the retriever.”

As if he could hear you, Jungwoo’s head snaps locking eyes with you through the window. Hand protectively stilling upon the samoyed’s neck. He’s even more breath-taking front on. Sharp mystic eyes blink slowly observing you in return. Mouth puffier than usual after hours of napping.

“Is it.. safe to go inside?” You asks reaching for your lab coat. Both were healthy after all, no history with going rabid in their files.

“Physically? Of course.” Your assistant acknowledges almost sarcastically. A smirk pulling at her lip with a pointed stare to your chest. “But for your heart? You who just got dumpe-..”

“I get it.” You sigh, with hands held up. “I’m not new to cute puppy hybrids. I think I can handle a couple of dogs.”

Without allowing to draw the conversation back to your personal love life mishaps you unlock the door leading into the hybrids quarters. Jungwoo stiffens with a straightened up back, the younger puppy against him muffling in dismay.

Slowly approaching you smile familiar with the nature of hybrids. At times allowing them to scent over your wrist if they were too anxious. The retriever’s eyes dart around, pulling the smaller against him to sit up as well. Whispering something that sounds like- ‘one of the coats is here.’

Glancing up hazily the samoyed spots you, abruptly jerking up wiping his drooled over lips. They stare up cautiously, as if in unison their eyes bounce over your coat.

“Ah, not a fan of the vet are you?” You come to a halt a few feet away from the bed. Clasping your hands with a reassuring nod, you reach for your collar to remove the garment. “I come in peace, no poking and prodding today. Promise.”

The samoyed perks up immediately, shifting position to his knees breaking into a heart shattering smile. Eyes disappearing even more under the mess of hair covering his forehead. His teeth are sharp, small, features giving away his hybrid side. Tail swoshing around in excitement behind him.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” He squeaks out nearly jumping forward. The older hybrid placing a large hand over his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Jeno..” he warns. Eyes slitting into an icy glare in your direction. “Then what are you doing here? Looks like another psychoanalysis to me. I’ll keep it short for you- no one is going to adopt us no matter how many tricks you teach us.”

Taking a seat at the end of the small bed and giving the room a once over, you note only one bed. It’s no wonder the hybrids bond had not changed since entering the clinic.

“I’ve seen your files, I wanted to introduce myself.” You calmly let them know. The samoyeds smile lights up again. Repeating your name slowly, throwing in another comment of how a pretty name was only fitting.

“You two have been here quite some time, haven’t you?” Solemnly the two agree, faces falling mournfully, trapped with nowhere to go. Both lacking any real training and life experience, unable to fend for themselves in this world; having to accept the lowest form of hybrid work: selling their bodies to survive.

“What if we start you both on some basic education? Enough to at least get you on your feet.” You try to sound encouraging, earning wary looks from the two.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks right?” Jungwoo offers, scratching the side of his neck as a blush rises up his cheek. “They want to boot us from the clinic or something?”

“Not necessarily..” you sigh taking them both in. Knowing the next steps would end up in turning them both into experiments. Breeding dogs to see what new hybrids the government could concoct for selfish needs. Hybrids often abused beyond acts of pleasure. Used for warfare or violent entertainment to bet on. “…but..”

“I’d rather live on the street. We’re scum to you humans anyway.” Jungwoo interrupts. Jeno huffing in annoyance at his side over how cold it gets, mumbling that he refuses to go back to that life.

“That is not true.” You protests, cooling yourself before continuing. Knowing better than to argue with a hybrid. “It wouldn’t hurt to try something different. Better than losing the little human rights you have?”

Jeno tugs at Jungwoo’s sleeve with pleading eyes. The older hybrids cheeks puff out rolling his in return.

“Fine, we’ll work on learning or whatever.” Jungwoo says, pausing in thought. You’re just about ready to celebrate in clap before he continues- “but only if you teach us.”

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Jungwoo huffs struck with boredom, blowing his shaggy bangs away. Ears fluffing up looking around for entertainment, ending on you napping on the couch. His back straightens, slowly crawling over on his knees. You were fast asleep after a long day at the hybrid clinic. You worked so hard, exhausting yourself physically and mentally dealing with abused hybrid’s day in and day out.

His fingers trail up your calve curiously, head tilting pondering if you’d changed into anything else under your robe after you’d showered. Washing away the days scent of many hybrid’s the minute you came home. Knowing how sensitive Jungwoo could be to unfamiliar breeds.

He reaches up higher, lifting a flap of your thick dark robe, jolting in surprise when the drowsy half awake puppy shows up behind you. “What are you doing?”

Jeno questions mid-yawn, thumbs rubbing his puffy sleepy eyes, having just woke up from a nap. All he did was nap when you were at work, such a lazy pup. Jungwoo drops the fabric of your robe, scooting back like he just got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“I..nothing…I…” Jungwoo scatters, eyes shifting around buying time with an excuse.

Jeno sets down next to him, flicking his twitching ear. He sighs, dropping his chin to the older pups shoulder. “You’re such a bad liar.”

“I wasn’t lying.” Jungwoo shoves him off. Refocusing on your peaceful rested face. Annoyed Jeno ruined his chances to wake you up in such a stress relieving way. He contemplates for a second, licking his lips eyeing your exposed inner thighs. “Jeno..”

The younger yawns again, brows raising releasing a sound of ‘mmph?’ In response. Jungwoo breaks into a smile, nudging his shoulder.

“You want to see something? I think you’ll really like it.” Jungwoo’s eyes glint in excitement. Finally achieving some form if entertainment, he taps Jeno’s chin, nodding forward in the direction of your laying figure.

“What..” Jeno’s expression turns worried following Jungwoo’s movements. He reaches for the hem of your robe again, opening the flaps to reveal your bare core. Thighs slightly parted enough to clearly see your folds leading down to a tight puckered hole. Jungwoo sucks in a breath of air gazing between your legs, fingers snapping in Jeno’s face.

“Come closer.” Jungwoo orders, pulling Jeno near by his shoulder. The younger’s eyes widen, mouth falling apart, gazing at your most private area.

“We shouldn’t be…doing this..” he swallows, forcing his eyes to lower. A flush of heat rushing to his cheeks picking up the sweet scent emitting from between your thighs.

Jeno often snuck into your room once you’d left for work. Spilling your unwashed clothes from your hamper, sniffing and rolling around coating in your aroma. Whimpering into pairs of underwear leaving behind your most prominent scent. It slammed into him like a truck whenever you’d workout and let him hug around your waist. Cherishing each mixture of flavors whenever alone, daring to steal a pair of your underwear to drape over his cock; writhing and groaning, fucking the fabric trapped in his fisted palm.

“Should you be jerking off into the same pair of dirty stolen panties every night?” Jungwoo taunts, lip lifting in smirk. Jeno falters, mouth opening and shutting flabbergasted. He leans in to the younger’s black furry ear, whispering- “She let’s me touch her pussy all the time. She loves it, cries and begs for more. I know she’d love it if you gave her a kiss, right there.”

Jeno’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, gazing past Jungwoo’s pointed finger aimed between your legs. Large hand covering his shoulder gently nudging him forward. He gulps, shivering nervously, allowing himself to shift closer. Jungwoo reaches for your thigh to softly pull you open further. Both puppies gaze in awe as your folds open up, hole parting, shining enticingly.

Jungwoo settles next to the couch, hand splayed across your inner thigh. He looks up at Jeno seated between your legs, hands wringing nervously, chewing on his lip with an anxious bounce.

“She’s really going to love you if you kiss her right there.” Jungwoo comforts him, reaching closer to tap your clit. A muffled ‘mmh’ releases above as you stir and adjust your shoulders. Deep sleep from such a tiring day holding you captive. “Don’t you want her to love you Jeno?”

The puppy lights up, nodding eagerly. Always seeking praise, attention, pets and extra love. He sinks forward taking in a deep inhale of your scent, eyes shooting open as it travels up his brain. Horny puppy hormones shooting straight to his dick, awakening the feral dog he keeps at bay. His mouth drops, kissing your clit tenderly. Brows furrowed together in pain, cock fattening up between his legs. The dizzying scent pours from your entrance all the more as his lips brush around your sensitive nerves, drawing the pup into a deeper cloud of haze.

“Keep doing that puppy, she likes that.” Jungwoo encourages him. Tongue dragging up your thigh, nibbling soft bites along the way.

Jeno grunts, tongue lapping between your folds like a thirsty animal. Thirsting for more of your taste, seeping down his throat like the best thing he’s ever had. His grunts and ferocious ministrations grow louder and faster. Lips wrapping around your clit with an extra harsh suck.

Your eyes fly open in moan, back arching up chasing his mouth. Jungwoo bites down on your hip roughly, smiling as you look down and find them attacking your lower half. Bewilderment encases your slowly processing half-awake thoughts, spotting the cute ears belonging to your innocent pup between your thighs.

“Jeno?!”

[carlyyyyxbishhop]

Seasons / Damien Haas

The loud music pumped through my brain, making my migraine ten times worse. I stirred the straw around in my drink, watching the ice spin round and round.

"Hey nice tattoo, what do the roman numerals stand for?" I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from my drink to look at the man standing before me.

"It's a date." I reply bluntly, taking my attention off the man to scan the room for Ruby. 

"What date is it? Oh wait let me guess," Great, he didn't get the message that I didn't want to talk, "the nineteenth of May is it? No May's the 5th month, uhhh."

"June." I state bluntly, "The 19th of June." I pick up my drink and walk away from the man that seriously could not take a hint.

I push through the sweaty people at the party in search of my sister. The bass is rattling my brain and I can't deal with the noise.

My eyes lock on the backdoor and I make a beeline for it. My hand makes it to the doorknob when an arm comes out of nowhere and blocks me in.

"What's the password?" I look up to see Aaron, Ruby's idiot boyfriend.

"Not now Aaron." I try to push his arm away but he doesn't let me.

"Rube's looking for you." He replies, looking around the room as if to pretend he's looking for her too.

"Yeah right, let me out dickhead." I give his arm one final push and he finally lets up.

"Whatever." He mumbles under his breath as he walks away.

I make my way into the backyard of the suburban house and take in my surroundings. A pool, a small firepit nearby and a table surrounded by people playing beerpong. I go for the option that involves not talking to people and walk towards the pool. It's dark, dimply lit and from what I can see walking towards it, empty. 

I sit by the side of the pool, put my drink down next to me and lay on my back. You can barely see the stars in LA, but I pretend I can see them. I reach my hand to my right and let it touch the top of the water, watching small waves ripple over the surface.

"Uhhh, hey." I hear from behind me. I sit up quickly, spinning around to face the voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I just didn't want to sit here in the dark if you didn't know I was here."

I nod slightly, still not being able to fully see the person behind the voice. I can recognise a male figure sitting on one of the pool chairs in the dark corner.

"Don't like parties?" He asks, probably hoping to fill the silence where some sort of response would have been.

"Not really," I reply tearing my attention from the man to look back at the house of crowded people.

"Me neither, that's why I'm sat in this dark corner. Trust me, I'm not like a predator or anything."

I turn back to him, "That's exactly what a predator would say."

He laughed, "How do I prove I'm not a predator then?"

I put my hand to my chin as if deep in thought.

"Well first of all, you could come out from the shadows so I can atleast identify you if you attack me." I say matter of factly. He seems to ponder the statement before picking up his own drink and walking towards me. He sits a fair distance away from me by the pools edge. 

The light hits his face as sits down and I see his features. The first thing I notice are his dark eyebrows, he has dark features all around. He takes a sip from his cup and looks in my direction. I look away.

"Do you have a name? Just incase I need to report you to the police later." His smile makes my lips turn up too. I've never been great a hiding my smile.

"My names Damien, just incase you might need it." 

"I'm Riley," I follow, assuming that's the most appropriate response.

"What brings you to this party you so obviously don't want to attend Riley?" He dips the bottom of his cup in the water a few times as he asks. I can't help but watch.

"Well I was supposed to be babysitting my little sister but she always ditches me as soon as we get anywhere." I watch as he taps the ground with his cup, making small water rings on the stone.

"Ahh, so pretty much the same as me. I was dragged here by my friend and then immediately ditched for a girl." He nods as he speaks.

"So what you're saying is we have the same villain origin story?" I ask, trying to hide my smile. He looks up with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I guess we do." I meet his gaze for a moment before someone yells behind us.

"Damien! Damien!" I turn to see a man standing at the backdoor of the house looking out into the dark backyard.

"Well, I guess that's my queue." He says as he stands up, brushing his jeans with his hands. I watch, silently hoping he'd stay.

"It was nice meeting you Damien," I smile up at the stranger I'd just met.

"You too Riley, good luck tonight," He walks past me slowly. I watch him walk towards the backdoor, I watch his friend greet him with a pat on the back and then I watch as he disappears into the busy house. I look back up at the sky, hoping my night ends soon.

[ineffable-suffering]

Ceci n'est pas une plume.

(from this doc of all of Neil's answered asks)

The meta goes a little like this: I like nerdy stuff about language (and also Good Omens), so I wanted to elaborate on why Angels and Demons don't actually ever speak any language except their own. They simply have the ability to flick a translation switch and (make anyone) understand what's being said in whatever other language.

Also, I end up making a way deeper point of it and why it's so telling that Aziraphale would learn French (and magic) the hard way, in the end.

Find out with me under the cut!

(Word count: 1820 | Reading time: ~8 minutes )

Aziraphale and Crowley's exchange in front of Marguerite's restaurant started me down this path and I'm pretty sure that this is actually how it works. Because it ties together a few other loose strings that have been floating around in my head about the whole langue deal in Good Omens.

Let's structure this by the questions Neil has already answered about it.

The Lead Balloon

I feel like the "in the beginning"-scene in S2 showed us that Crowley did not actually have much of an idea what exactly the plan for Earth and the humans were (instead, Aziraphale did). He might have found out later still, after asking his questions, but I feel like the second part of that answer is more likely to be true, since they both seem to understand this metaphor. This is further supported by:

Ergo: They're speaking in the language of Angels but we understand it in English (or whatever language we selected on our Amazon Prime). Automatically translated for us because Crowley and Aziraphale wanted us to understand them.

"Ciao. It's Italian. It means Food."

They sort of are, yes. Idiots who either forgot to turn on their own auto-translator, or idiots who aren't aware that they have one for other languages except English, or idiots who were miffed that Crowley actually knew-knew a word in another language and didn't want to admit that they didn't.

Où est la plume de la jardinière de ma tante?

Right, so. The exchange that fuelled this meta. First of all, as a funny side note, the origin of that peculiar sentence:

La plume de ma tante ("my aunt's quill") is a phrase in popular culture, attributed to elementary French language instruction (possibly as early as the 19th century) and used as an example of grammatically correct phrases with limited practical application that are sometimes taught in introductory foreign language texts. As Life magazine said in 1958, "As every student knows, the most idiotically useless phrase in a beginner's French textbook is la plume de ma tante (the quill of my aunt)." The phrase is also used to refer to something deemed completely irrelevant. [link]

So basically, it's historically the most nonsensical and dumb phrase any student of the French language gets taught. And yet Aziraphale has been "wittering on about it for the last 250 years". Even looking smug about it, to this very day. Gave me a good chuckle.

Also:

In the 1973 horror film The Exorcist, Catholic priest Damien Karras interviews [...] a girl believed to suffer from demonic possession. While Karras probes to determine whether the possession is a hoax, the demon Pazuzu—who has possessed the girl—speaks in Latin and French, languages presumably unknown to the girl. When Karras demands "Quod nomen mihi est?/What is my name?" in Latin, the demon exclaims "La plume de ma tante!", using the phrase as a non sequitur to mock and evade Karras' line of questioning. [link]

Using that particular phrase to avoid answering a question you're being asked? Like: "You speak every language in the world perfectly ...

Neil, Neil, Neil, *shakes head fondly*, is there anything that you don't give layered meaning to, ever? No. No, of course you don't. And I adore you for it.

The whereabouts of the aunt's gardener's pen questioned, Aziraphale then says "But you still understood me" when Crowley calls him out for his bad French.

This is curious and affirming of my auro-translator theory for two reasons:

1) Aziraphale wouldn't have said this if he'd uttered this sentence in the language of Angels and simply hit the auto-translate button. Because if he had done it that way, of course Crowley would have understood him. But the reason Crowley understands him is not because Aziraphale used his language auto-translate, but because, again, Aziraphale, for two hundred and fifty years, has been wittering on about the plume of his imaginary tante.

2) Point one is further proven by a tiny French nerdy fact I can provide because I actually did learn and graduate in French back in school, lol. Because Crowley actually makes a mistake while trying to not-automatically translate the sentence. He says:

But "jarndinère" is actually a female gardener (le jardinier = male, la jardinière = female). So, when Crowley says "he doesn't have a pen", he actually gets it wrong, which further proves to me that he (as well as all other angels and demons) doesn't actually understand the phrase like someone does who has learnt the language in a human way.

Crowley doesn't have the automated translation on in this moment, so he doesn't translate it correctly. Because he doesn't actually speak French. At least not in the sense that us humans interpret "speaking a language".

Comment ça?

Basically, what I'm trying to get at is: Would you say that Google Translate speaks every language in the world? That it's native and fluent in every tongue ever spoken? Or is it simply a program that can access all the language knowledge its been fed and as soon as you hit enter, it translates any and every language back to you?

Google Translate never learnt any language, it never sat down and went through the onslaughts of vocabulary and grammar that studying a language comes with. It never got frustrated with seemingly nonsensical sentence structures, subjonctifs (French-learnes, you know what I mean) tenses and conjugations. It never spent ages trying to understand different dialects and accents, never spoke with natives to figure out the hidden slangs and sarcasms that would never be translated on paper. It never went to night classes where the teacher wittered on about pens and gardeners and aunts.

No. Google Translate is being told a sentence and it soullessly, programatically recognizes the language through its binary coded translation filter and mirrors the equivalent in whatever other language you want it to.

It's furthest any-a thing could be from speaking a language.

And exactly like that.

Exactly like that is how angels and demons "speak" every language in the World. Hitting an imaginary auto-translate-and-auto-recognition button.

Aziraphale and French (and magic)

Just like with Aziraphale being giddy about the idea of human magic, of learning card tricks and pulling coins out from behind ears, Aziraphale chose to never hit his translate button when it came to French.

Why does Aziraphale learn magic the human way? Because he knows how to do it the ethereal way but that's "no fun."

And why does Aziraphale learn French the human way? Because he knows how to do it the ethereal way, but that's "no fun".

Let me recap real quick: Two of the very base principles of any angel's job and/or purpose (on Earth) is to 1) do miracles for humankind to ensure their souls will at some point be added to Heaven's tab and 2) be a being of Love and love all of Her creations.

Or, the condensed version: Magic and Love.

And what are the two things Aziraphale finds no fun (= boring and unsatisfying) to do the way it was intended for all angels?

Magic and (the language of) Love.

Aziraphale chose to try and learn magic as well as the language of love organically, without the God-given ability and the binary coded translation system Heaven provided his corporation with.

He wanted to learn it the human way. The hard way. The fun way.

Neil: "It's like magic tricks, which he is terrible at but loves to do, and miracles, which are no fun, but which he does very well."

Because that's the point, isn't it? Most of us think: "Wow, wouldn't it be great to be able to do actual magic? Simply snap your fingers and have any-a wish come true? Speak every and any language in the universe and never have to pick up a dictionary ever again?"

Sure, for the first few exciting moments, miracles and conversations maybe. But sooner or later, it renders everything meaningless. Soulless. Flavourless. And who loves flavour more than Aziraphale?

It's somewhat similar to why typing a sentence into Google Translate is never going to be as exciting as being able to finally translate it yourself after years of practising. Or why telling an AI to conjure up a picture of a beautiful landscape will never, ever be the same as working years on your own painting skills to one day finally be able to paint it yourself.

Heaven (and ultimately Hell) don't care about the process. The hardship. The pain and passion of putting work and effort into the journey. They only care about the end result. The means to an end.

Crowley: "They don‘t care how it gets done, they just want to know they can cross it off their list."

Want to speak any language in the world? There you go, automatic translator. Want to ensure humans will be added to the Heavenly/Hellish soul tab? Boom, you can do real magic. Get to work, then!

So, for Aziraphale to choose to learn the two things he was provided with to do his Heavenly work in the most efficient, soulless and flavourless way possible the human way instead, really says it all, doesn't it?

But he learnt the most important one the hard way, without his auto-translator.

The one language all angels are supposed to know fluently and wordlessly anyway.

The one language that makes an angel.

The language of Love.

Except that when it's programmed into you with the intent to only ever work as a means to and end instead of the beautiful journey it is, it will never be the real, organic, passionate, hard and wonderful thing it was meant to be.

And Aziraphale knows this.

Which is exactly why he learnt magic and French the real, human way.

***

Small addendum that I couldn't really fit into any paragraph up there: I think it's also really telling that Aziraphale only properly committed to learning French the right way by going to Monsieur Rossignol's (for those who haven’t seen it yet: rossignol means nightingale in French) night classes in 1760 after the first time we see Crowley rescue him (Bastille, 1739). There might have been a time before that where Crowley got him out of a precarious situation, but for all we know, it was the first one where Crowley really showed up for an angel in need who was absolutely swooning over it. Time to let the nightingale to teach you how to become fluent in Love!

[thenightfolknetwork]

Shortly after my 7th untimely demise, I came into a bit of money, and decided to spend it on a small 19th-century estate. It’s a gorgeous house, complete with turrets and everything. The turrets were, ah, fully collapsed when I first arrived, and the rest of the house wasn’t in much better shape, but I knew it was a fixer-upper and was confident I could handle it. And I was right! There were certainly some surprises along the way, but a few months ago, I was finally able to start moving in.

As often happens with these sorts of properties, there were some pre-existing tenants that weren’t listed on the contract. My bedroom has an enchanted mirror permanently bound to the wall, the stables house twin 11-year-old ghosts, the kitchen has a automatically-refilling bowl of perpetually fresh apples, and the library fireplace foretells visions of doom—not to mention Stain, the black cat (…I’m pretty sure she’s just a regular cat, but she’s still very much a figure of the property).

It’s. So. Much fun. I was worried I’d get lonely! But now, I can get ready for the day while having a lovely chat with the mirror, snag an apple from the kitchen, go read a book in the library and tell the fireplace that they’re looking particularly unnerving this afternoon, and then chop vegetables for dinner while supervising the kids’ potion-making—I usually don’t care for children, but these two are delightfully precocious, and it’s been a while since I’ve had apprentices. And Stain—she’s wrapped around my shoulders while I write this—she looks like she got hit by a car! She’s adorable.

We all have our spats, but the estate is big enough for us to have our own spaces, and we’re all doing our best to ~communicate~, as you like to say. It’s going swimmingly. Except.

Like most old properties, the house has collected a fair amount of dust over time. In this case, though, all those dust bunnies turned… sentient. Overall, they’re perfectly pleasant to the rest of us, but like to be left to their own devices and aren’t keen on doing what others want. I certainly won’t be judging them for it.

However, while the estate was left to fall into disrepair, the rifts that developed were—are—oh, how do I say this. Well. I probably shouldn’t beat around the bush. I’m having, er, dust bunny gang wars? In my house? And I am fed up with it! The mirror needs cleaning twice a day, the apples have to be washed before eating, Stain’s getting frankly concerning hairballs, and the twins—! Actually, they seem to be rather well-adjusted. I think they may be betting on the fights with the fireplace.

Anyway. As for me, in most of the house, the turf allotments are pretty stable. Not so for the room directly under my bedroom. Practically every other day in there’s a dust bath, and I just can’t sleep with all of the snapping and coordinated dancing and bloodcurdling screams going on.

I’d like to be able to finish moving in to my home. I was even hoping to set up my spinning wheel in that room, but I can’t expose all of those loose fibers to the dust. I am very literally losing sleep over this. What should I do?

Oh, reader. What a frustrating situation! I would like to commend you for your commitment to sharing your home with its previous occupants, and in your success at building a home together you can all enjoy. At least, most of the time.

I understand that the dust bunny population prefer to keep to themselves and enjoy their own autonomy. And I think you're right to respect that preference, to a degree. But their behaviour is now infringing unacceptably on the peace and comfort of your home's other residence. Enough is enough.

Your first step it to try and open lines of communication between yourself and the bunnies. A simple communication ritual should suffice. Set yourself up with a talking board and few candles, and see if you can encourage the bunnies to speak to you directly.

If you're thinking this sounds rather similar to methods used to contact the more antisocial members of the spirit community, you'd be correct. You are trying to speak to sentient dust, and statistically speaking, household dust is largely composed of dead skin cells. A little light necromancy should see you well on your way to negotiating a lasting peace.

As with any peace negotiation, there will be compromises. Before you start this process, think carefully about what you are and aren't willing to give up – and what it is, precisely, you're asking for.

Are you trying to claim the spare room as your own territory, or declaring it a no man's land? Do you intend to act as an intermediary between dust bunny factions, mediating for a broader peace, or are you simply trying to put limits on how these factions behave in the shared spaces of your home?

With clarity of purpose and a commitment to communication and compromise, I think you'll be able to find your way to a solution that works for everyone. If no solution is forthcoming, you might consider a small show of force to encourage co-operation. A new vacuum cleaner, featured in a prominent position in the contested territory, for example.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[hogwartsboysbackintown]

Hello witches and wizards of tumblr! My creator finally made us a tumblr to post photos and videos we made on here as well for all to enjoy.

(We do have a tiktok its @sarouv.black.and )

Anyways let's introduce the mcs shall we?

Name:Norman Ravenclaw

Year: 7th

House: Ravenclaw

Birth:2nd of February

Sexual orientation: Bi king

Patrounus: sawn

Norman is the 7th year ravenclaw prefect and a captain of the quidditch team.

He is part of the decadence of Rowena Ravenclaw . His family somehow managed to keep the Ravenclaw name still.

Because of this he's a trust fund kid who has more money than he can ever do with from his parents (he has a really good relationship with them yippie)

He also is one of the top of his classes in ravenclaw only failing at Herbology. He can't get a plant to stay alive longer than a week.

Ironically he's somehow always around and pops up way to often. It makes him perfect for being a prefect but terrible for students who want to sneak out after curfew or cause chaos.

His favourite hobbies are, music and baking.

Name: Sarouv Black

Year:7th

House:slytherin

Birth:4th of September

Sexual orientation: gay

Patrounus: black bear

Sarouv ironically shares a last name with the black family. He doesn't tend to explain further more on why or if he's related to *The* black family like the head master.

Despite being in slytherin he ironically doesn't seem like he belongs there he's quite but sweet and friendly that *loves* animals and will spend all the time he can in the forests around hogwarts sometimes the forbidden forest. He has a spot he tends to go to study or get away from people.

He's a 7th year but he joined hogwarts as a 3rd year.

He's quite skilled on a broom but will never sign up for quiditch and never had despite constant requests to by other people.

Yes he does have a massive scar on his face from being hit with a spell but he doesn't like to talk about it. He got it during his 4th year whichcie when he became so quite.

In the 3rd year he was rather much of a trouble maker bunking of classes and a very loud and rowdy he was a bit cold to people and that coldness is still there but it's not that bad as it use to be.

Name: 'Cole Furburry'

Year:6th

House:Hufflepuff

Birth: 19th of November

Sexual orientation: pansexual

Patrounus: none.

'Cole' ended up at hogwarts at the end of the fith year and start of the sith year. None one knows really where he came from but he's a odd bunch.

Somehow despite all odds he ended up manipulating the sorting hat into putting him into hufflepuff. And he had admitted it to a few students.

Cole isn't his real name it's a fake one he took up when he escaped azkaban as he was sent their at a young age due to him being the only one alive at the sight of the the murder of his parents with no other evidence than pointing to him. So when he escaped he changed his whole appearance and name somehow manged to worm his way into hogwarts and into being a hufflepuff so he's least likely to be a suspected fugitive.

He's a bit insane sometimes and I mean how can he not when he spent years in a cell with dementors so he will have these random episodes of delusion and pure madness.

He's power hungry. He needs all the power he can get. Why? So that he can feel safe. So what if that means learning unforgivables?

He gets along very well despite everything with the boys from gryffindor and slytherin.

He does though have a personal hatred to Duncan and Everett where he has attempted to hurt either of them when left alone.

He loves his beast classes and potions

He can be often found at the library or at the pen's at the animal classes.

Anyways thats the mcs

Hope you all enjoyed.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x student!reader - hidden art

Hi. Can you please do prompt #42 (from the new set) with Mr. Evershed? Somewhere along the lines of that he spots the tattoo on one of his students. - Anon 💜

42: “Nice tattoo.” “Thanks.” “What’s it mean?” “No idea.”

Sitting on the wall, you flicked to the next page of your book, taking a sip from your water bottle and you set it back down.

It was quiet in this part of the school during lunch, and since you weren’t a big fan of other people, you enjoyed sitting here instead.

It’s probably why you were easy to find, because when the door nearby opened you looked up from your book and you gave a small smile.

“Good afternoon Mr Evershed.” You greeted.

“How’re you today?” He asked.

Putting your bookmark into the book, you closed the book and set it aside.

“I’m good, what brings you out here?”

Mr Evershed sat on the bench and gestured for you to go over to him so you did. Gathering your things you made your way to the bench and sat down.

He held out a bit of paper to you which you took and quickly read over.

“Basketball competition?”

“I know our school focuses a lot on football and rugby, but you seem to enjoy basketball the most, I thought maybe you would be interested in playing on a team outside of school.” He smiled.

You nodded your head, folding the paper and you put it into your bag.

“Thank you sir, I’ll take a look later.”

He smiled at you, gesturing to your book.

“And what are we reading today?”

“A collection of French poetry from the 19th century.”

“French? I didn’t know you could speak French.”

“Oh I can’t, I can read it. I can understand if someone talked to me in French but I actually can’t speak the language, I’m not very good with the pronunciation.”

“Ah, right. Well, it certainly makes a difference. Would you say it’s a good read?”

“Absolutely, it’s good. Very different to other poetry I’ve read. Though there are still some works that nothing can beat, a few works by Shakespeare for example.”

He chuckled a little bit, nodding his head in understanding.

You took another book out of your bag and held it out to him.

“Maybe you would be interested in this, it’s a series of letters from world wars one and two that have been compiled into a book.”

He took the book from you.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to give it a read and have it back to you at the end of the week.”

You always gave him something to read, mostly old books, you never read modern literature, telling him it didn’t have the same effect as old literature did.

And since he was an English teacher you thought he would have interest in looking them over, which he did.

He liked to encourage people to keep their hobbies, to peruse them if it was something safe and of course not against the law.

He’d made that mistake once and it resulted in graffiti all over the school.

But you weren’t a trouble maker, you kept to yourself, you work in your classes, you had good grades, passing grades at least.

The bell rang and you picked up your stuff, giving him a small smile.

“See you later sir.”

“Have a good afternoon, and remember it’s non uniform day tomorrow!” He called.

You nodded, making your way inside.

The next day you went into school, it was some sort of festival going on.

You weren’t really paying attention when it was being explained, all you knew was that you didn’t need to wear uniform, and there was activities inside and outside.

But you weren’t interested in any of them, you thought it was just a waste of your time, so you made your way into an empty classroom, sitting on the windowsill as you read.

You head your headphones on, listening to music, blocking out the noises of everything and the people all around yelling and shouting.

Because you were listening to your music, you weren’t aware of the door to the classroom opening and closing.

The moment Mr Evershed walked in he stopped, looking over at you.

“(Y/N)? Why aren’t you outside with everybody else?”

He waited for a reply, and when he didn’t get one he began to make his way over.

As he got closer, he noticed the colour on your arm, but he realised that wasn’t it.

He reached out, tapping your shoulder with the papers he was holding and you turned to look at him.

Setting your book down you pulled your headphones down.

“Hello sir.”

“Hello to you too. What brings you here?”

“I don’t want to partake in the festivities, they aren’t really my thing. People and loud places.”

He hummed a little bit.

“Right, sorry. I forgot. How are you? Are you alright in here?”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet so it’s not so bad over this way. Plus I’ve got my music and book to keep me company.”

“Good, I’m glad. Do you mind if I sit with you while I grade some papers.”

You gestured to the classroom.

“Go ahead.”

He sat at one of the tables and you jumped down to join him, sitting down with your book as you carried on reading.

Mr Evershed used this as a chance to look at your upper arm again to confirm his suspicions.

“Nice tattoo.” He said.

You looked up, grinning a little.

“Thanks.”

“What’s it mean?”

You gave a shrug.

“No idea.”

This made him chuckle.

“How long have you had it for? And I’m rather sure that it’s illegal for you to have a tattoo.”

“You would be right on that, it is. But, I can get one with a parents approval from certain places, it was my birthday gift last year from my dad.”

“I see, do you mind if I take a look?”

You shook your head, pulling your sleeve up so he could see the whole design.

It was of a tree, he wasn’t sure what kind of tree it was, maybe a willow tree or something similar, but where it should be green it was covered in all sorts of colours, all in a watercolour style.

“It’s really nice. Out of all the students here you’d be the last one I’d suspect if a tattoo.”

You laughed a little, pulling your sleeve back down.

“I’m careful to hide it, it draws too much attention.”

“Well, as long as you keep it hidden I can’t see any wrong with that.”

“Thanks sir.”

He nodded, turning back to his paperwork and you went back to reading.

You were just a bundle of surprises, and even now there was still a lot that nobody knew about you

[feyreweekofficial]

Announcing Feyre Week 2024 Prompts!

art by: niruskyart (twt)

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your patience and waiting as we came up with our prompts for Feyre week 2024! We were sad that there was no Feyre week in 2023 so to make up for it we are making a super-week and offering two prompts a day!

All prompts are completely option and there is ZERO obligation or requirement to do both prompts each day or to follow any prompts super strictly. Please feel free to pick whichever prompt you prefer on any given day you're participating! You may all follow the prompts as loosely or closely as you desire!

Look below for a little blurb about each prompt and some questions to get you thinking!

Monday 3/18:

Lady of Many Faces: As our lady of many faces Feyre has numerous parts of her personality. She's a mother, a high lady, a friend, a sister. She's cunning, kind, mean, thoughtful, nosy, and all sorts of things! How would you like to explore the different facets of Feyre Archeron? What sides of her character do you think could be further explored, or should have been explored?

Immortal With a Mortal Heart: As a Made being who was born human, Feyre may be one with this magical, faerie world, but at her core her heart will always be human. Does she struggle with this? How does her humanity impact her outlook on life and her interactions with others? In 1000 years will her heart still be mortal, or will she lose that part of her?

Tuesday 3/19:

Starfall: What kind of Feyre week would we be without the obligatory Starfall day? Starfall is one of the most beloved scenes from Feyre's journey and signaled a great change in her life! Does Feyre come up with any new traditions for Starfall? How does she celebrate it with Nyx? As of ACOSF, both of her sisters will now be celebrating with her from now on, does she do anything special with them?

New Beginnings: Today (March 19th) is the spring equinox in the Northern hemisphere, and one of the main reasons we chose these dates for our week! There's some speculation that Starfall takes place around this time in the books, and we wanted to honor that. As the frost melts and the seasons change new life blooms for us and for our beloved Feyre. What were Feyre's new beginnings like? How has her life changed? What was it like for her to wake up from her depressive winter "slumber" and come into herself? How has she changed over the course of the series?

Wednesday 3/20:

Cursebreaker: Feyre is the cursebreaker who freed the land from 50 years of suffering. What is having this title like for her? Is it burdensome? Do you think we'll see her breaking any curses in the future? "Cursebreaker" also has quite the intense meaning in the series, how does Feyre feel about that? How could her cursebreaking be explored further?

First of Her Kind: Feyre has done a lot of firsts throughout the series! She is the first to be made as she was. She's the first to come back from the dead bearing the powers of 7 high lords. She is the first High Lady and the first to survive looking into the Ourobouros. Are there any more iconic firsts Feyre will explore? How far can she go?

Thursday 3/21:

Childhood: We know a few scarce details about Feyre's childhood that have been scattered through the books. What more do you wish we knew? What do you imagine her childhood to be like that perhaps wasn't stated in the books? Is there anything you wish happened? How did Feyre interact with people before they fell into poverty? Did she have any interactions with her mother? What about after poverty?

Found Family: Feyre has found a family for herself through the Court of Dreams that is different than the one she was born to. Does she have any special traditions with them? Are there aspects of her relationship with them you wish were added? What's Feyre's domestic life like? How will her relationship with her family grow and change?

Friday 3/22:

AU: What would Feyre be like in alternate universes? What would Feyre look like in our world, another fantasy world, a video game? Anything Feyre AU! There are a million different ways we can imagine Feyre.

Theories: Do you have any Feyre theories, or just theories you really like? Share them with us! What would it be like if those theories were true? What do you imagine for Feyre in future books?

Saturday 3/23:

Warrior: From slaying the Middengard Wyrm to training with Cassian to defending the Rainbow all the way to fighting in the Summer Court with Morrigan, Feyre is a warrior and a fighter. How can we explore this? Does she learn any new fighting styles, or will there possibly be a battle she's needed in?

Jack of all trades: Feyre has many skills and hobbies! She paints, teaches, reads. She's passionate about trade and her work as High Lady. She's redone the entire Night Court budget and was vital in the development of the treaty with Vallahan! She posesses many different skills! Is there any skill you think she's good at or would have that's not explicitly in the books? Do you see her trying to learn anything new? How will she continue growing as a painter? As a teacher? As a High Lady?

Sunday 3/24: FREE DAY!

Reminder, there is no obligation to do both prompts or hit both prompts in your post! Your post does not have to even match the prompts at all. All prompts are there to stimulate your thinking about Feyre and provide options for things you could possibly create!

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[littleastrobleme]

Has your museum done any clothing conservation work? Of the historic garments and textiles you have handled, which one is your personal fave?

Thank you for the ask, yay!! This is gonna be long-winded because I'd like to give a good answer to a good ask!

I work at a new(ish) job at a university where I mostly do research, but when I was at the museum (a small decorative arts museum in a sort of historic/museum district in my hometown), how to properly store and conserve the garments in our collection was one of the most pressing questions we discussed. The frustrating thing about garment/textile storage and conservation is that it requires

A. Space and

B. Big moneys

Neither of which the small museum had. Amazingly, for having been in closets on shelves or in cardboard boxes in a basement for decades, most of the garments (which were predominantly mid-late 19th century dresses that had been bought in the 50s or 60s) were in great shape! However, the few that had been munched on by mousies had really been munched on, so those guys would need a lot of help before going on display. The museum has some mid-19th century quilts and coverlets that are in great shape, so those dudes are safe for display and are much-admired.

The museum is currently undertaking a massive refurbishment project, as it is housed in a late-19th century residence that has never had proper repairs, so all of the gowns and a few orphaned bodices are currently wrapped in archival tissue and squirreled away in historic furniture throughout the museum. We had an artist-in-residence who wanted to hang the dresses from the ceiling (I threw a polite FIT) and our director wanted her tween daughter to model the dresses (I threw a slightly politer FIT), but such as it is, how to best conserve and display the garments is still a matter of ongoing discussion.

In response to your second query...

It is so hard to say which garments were my favorite! Since I've spent several years now in the icy trenches of Franklin Expedition research for my thesis, garments from the 1840s-50s were really neat to handle because they were created in my time period of study and made me feel connected to that era.

(The information attached to this dress, meanwhile, stated that it was worn by a teenage girl and was made around 1802, so it was probably still at least mildly in style when Erebus and Terror were built!)

But my very favorite was an 1880s winter walking dress. The 1880s is my favorite decade of 19th century fashion, so it was really delightful to see how lightweight and cozy a velvet dress from that era actually was.

(There seem to be some vaguely 18th-century inspirations in the trims!)

Hopefully in the future, once they get the repairs squared away, the museum will be able to dedicate more space to proper garment storage (probably flat in big archival boxes, supported with tissue, kept away from any erstwhile mice!) and hopefully display some of the garments that are in good shape. They are so beautiful and enchanting and they deserve to be seen!

Thanks so much for the ask!

[attorneytrash]

I really really really love Such Terrible Tales, it's one of my favorite fanfictions of all time!! I was wondering how you write a "period piece" so well with all the terminology, dialog, and flow of the work feeling so reminiscent of 19th-20th century novels! (It still has its roots and humor in the modern era, but you get me.) Do you do a lot of research and editing before you publish a chapter or does it just flow naturally for you? Did you read a ton of Jane Austen and bodice rippers before penning the Jackdaw? Have you you plotted out Such Terrible Tales in full before writing or do you just fly by the seat of your pants (or do you do a mix of both)? Sorry if this is nosy, I'm just so curious and invested and I'm looking into writing fanfictions that captures a similar feeling myself ^q^

OH MY GOSH HIIIIIIII wait i've never gotten one of these before. this is so exciting. fair warning my advice will be terrible but you did ask

first off thank you I can't believe you think i write a good "period piece" (what is the period? we just don't know) because I feel like i'm so slapdash about it and it's all Vibes. ANYWAY I'M REALLY REALLY HAPPY YOU'RE ENJOYING THE FIC. TRULY

genuinely one of the reasons I started writing STT in the first place was because I was on a kick of reading stuff that takes place in that general era (again, what the actual era is remains unclear). A few people have pointed out the Jane Austen of it all, and I think when I was in the middle of reading an austen novel you can tell because of the language in those chapters. basically, I don't know if this is true of everyone, but I tend to lean into the style of whatever I'm reading at the time. I also think it helps, if you like audiobooks, to listen to audiobooks in the style you want to write in! Especially with older works, audiobook narrators are really good at getting the flow and cadence of the language across, and it helps get your mind flowing along and sort of "hooked in" to that style. or it does for me at least!

ALSO I do jot down a lot of notes, specifically little turns of phrase that I like! so for example, I wrote down to use the word "directly" meaning "right now" (as in, "I will read you the letter directly") and "presently" meaning "in a short time" (as in, "we're expecting his arrival presently"). Little things like moving words around too ("what have you there" rather than "what do you have there" etc) give it that sort of feel. if that makes sense. i just take a lot of notes

One tip I will give is that a little really goes a long way with old-timey language. I notice it less when listening to the audiobooks, but in older books the sentences are LOOOOOOOONG which is what makes them so hard to parse sometimes. And often in romance novels that take place in victorian or regency era they'll overdo the language to the point that it makes you roll your eyes (though I'm sure I've done that once or twice too)

ANYWAY I'M PRATTLING ON SORRY as for the plotting. I have a bare-bones skeleton that has all the larger plot twists in it, so I can make sure to foreshadow things. That being said, I think part of what's fun about a serial fic is coming up with things as you go while still having to stay true to what you've already written. One thing I will say is that it's EXTREMELY helpful to keep a couple cheat sheets: one is a timeline, which keeps track of all the events that happened in the past, when they happened, etc. The other is a list keeping track of what every character knows and when they find it out. It's saved me many times when I've forgotten who's aware of what secrets etc.

YOU'RE NOT NOSY AT ALL and in fact I'm seriously thrilled to get an ask like this bc i could talk about writing for days. I hope your fic goes well and that you have fun with it ^^