#and was like hm it was kind of hard to untie!

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

wuh oh I'm on an indie fragrance kick again! anyway. environmental storytelling spotted here

you just know some pickle hater bought the Dill Pickle Scent and then contacted the store like WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE PICKLES!!! ONE STAR!!!!

[mattsjuul]

eye contact. matt sturniolo.

༣ summary: you and your bf are in bed watching a movie he suggested but all you can think about is how good he looks. and how he’d look even better looking down at you as you blow him.

༣ pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

༣ warnings: oral sex (male receiving), pet names (baby, princess, beautiful idk), light smut it’s just a bj, making out, he tastes his own cum… also not proof read!! sorryyyy lol im too scared to re read..

༣ author’s note: okay so this is like.. my first smut..! so im nervy and only have the guts to do a blowjob sooo take it or leave it! pls lmk if it sucks. love u 💐

you and matt are currently sat up in bed, him a little lower down than you. meaning you’re able to admire him without him noticing. and if there’s one thing you can always do, it’s admire your boyfriend. look at his pretty eyes. his plump pink lips. his veiny hands. his toned arms. just, everything about him. in your eyes he’s perfect.

today, though. he was in a grey tank top and plaid pajama pants. and oh how you adored how he looks in tank tops. his hairs wet from the shower, he’s fidgeting with your fingers, his slim hands looking extremely good. if it were up to you, his pants would be off and you’d have him down your throat. but you’re far too shy for that. right?

your thoughts get interrupted once you see him look away from his tv and at you. “you okay?” he giggles. “no, yeah, sorry” you blush, looking at the tv. “nah baby. what’s distracting you?” he asks, sitting higher up. “nothing” well, him of course. but no way could you admit that. “you sure?” he glances at your lips as the words leave his mouth. which just makes this way harder for you. “what do you think is distracting me, matt?” you ask with genuine curiosity. “well since you’ve watched about a minute of this entire movie, i’d say i am.” he says and you shyly smile. “a little” you shrug. “a little?” he asks and you confidently nod. “alright. what do you wanna do?” he asks and your eyes widen at the question, not expecting it. “um. nothing” i say. “we both know that’s not true.” he replies. you look him up and down, making a smirk form on his lips.

“you wanna touch me, hm?” he hums. your mouth gaps open, your mind going crazy thinking about what the fuck to say back. “yeah.” you say, your heart ready to beat out of your chest. “i’m all yours” he adjusts himself, grabbing your waist to pull you onto his lap. you shyly kiss him, almost immediately deepening it. and after a bit of very lovingly making out, you start lifting his shirt up. so he takes the sign and helps you get it off. you kiss down his neck, leaving hickeys on the way down to his collarbone. you pull away and he flashes you a soft smile, really easing your nerves. blow jobs really weren’t your thing. you never really know how to get into them. but whenever you did, matt adored it.

you move down, sitting on your knees between his legs. you look up at him for approval, him giving you a little nod in response. you untie his plaid pants and nervously pull them down enough to reveal his hard dicks print through his underwear. your heart skips a beat, seeing pre-cum leaking through his grey boxers. you palm him a bit, making a moan like breath leave his lips. you smile, liking that what you’re doing is making him feel good.

matt gives you a certain look, seemingly getting impatient. and he truly was. his heart was racing seeing you, having you, down there about to make him feel incredible, like you never fail to do. you finally pull his boxers down, enough to reveal his hard dick. and goodness was he ready. he shivers a bit at the sudden cold air on his throbbing dick, his rooms floor always extra chilly. he takes a deep breath, seconds before your spit lands on his tip. his breath hitches, eyes shutting for a second, kind of in preparation. you finally begin spreading it, needing to use both hands on his long, slim, dick. he moves his hands, pushing your hair away from your face.

"mmmhm. already doing so good." he mumbles. matt loves making sure you feel safe. like you never have to worry about how good your work truly is. you finally beat your nerves and your lips land around his tip, quickly looking up to see how he reacts. matts always looking at you. no matter what. oral sex, normal sex, all the time. and he will always find a way to. he has countless videos of the two of you on his phone. anyways. a deep breath leaves his lips, one he didnt even know he was holding. you go deeper, gaining confidence. "mm-fuck dont push yourself.. too much.. princess." he breathes out, struggling to even talk.

you keep bobbing your head, your eyes watering as you try not to gag. meanwhile matt's not keeping in his moans. the more you guys do anything, the more vocal he gets. "fuck fuck fuck.. so.. fucking good." he moans, slightly tugging your hair, poorly holding it back at this point. you decide to toughen up and finally take in all of him. "shhhiiiiit baby" he squeezes his eyes shut, thrusting his hips up a bit. "so close." he barely says as you go back up, hallowing your cheeks at his tip. he lets out another porno like moan, his dick starting to do little twitches. he really is close. you guys lock eyes, so he takes it as a sign to lightly face fuck you. he looks so fucking good. he starts lightly thrusting his hips while also guiding your head and you just let him. his moans fill the room, along with the sounds of your mouth on his wet dick while theres spit going down your chin and onto his balls. he starts letting out big, cut off like moans, never looking away from you. "coming princess.." he barely mumbles, before moaning your name as his warm cum spirts into your mouth. you pump him a little as his white liquid fills your mouth, him biting his lip so hard, he might draw blood.

"i swear.. i always think ive felt the best ever and you always prove me wrong the next time." he says, catching his breath as you swallow his cum. you smile in return, shyly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "c'mere" he pulls you up after pulling his pants n boxers up. he grabs a random shirt of his off of the ground and wipes your face. "i love you." he whispers, making your smile come back. "i love you." you reply.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n: omg i yap so so so much LMAO. this was so so scary to write.. hope u enjoy aaahhhh. lmk what i can do to make this better tho!! ♡

[heesimp]

fic/drabble request 🤲🏻 bc ive been thinking abt this (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSjSGw7Rg/) jake 😣 wanna tie him up and tease him until he cant anymore and js fucks me Hard

hot hot

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Jake tries his best not to push against the rope you’ve got around his wrists that tie his hands together behind his back on the chair below him. The material is a bit loose around him despite your best efforts but he loves you and will do anything you ask of him. It’s not like he could really break free anyway.

This is the first time you’ve seen Jake like this too. Usually he’s taking command or praising you through your orgasms in ways that makes you feel like you might as well be a princess, but something about watching Jake become constricted by your hand is incredibly arousing and you feel yourself gush the more you look at him sitting before you.

His cock is so hard and so wet from the labor of love your mouth gave him, kissing his warm dick until he’s flexing his thighs in pure need and want. Your mouth waters at the memory of pushing him towards the brink of his orgasm until pulling it away from him completely like he’s done with you a few times. It’s all so erotic and so hot.

You swing your leg over Jake’s lap and hover above his cock, allowing it to slide against your wet folds every now and then. He tries to buck his hips upward to breach your hole but you’re much faster, pulling your body up and away from him.

“You look so good underneath me,” you whisper to his ear before kissing his neck. Jake is warm to the touch and hearing him try to regain a steady breath turns you on even more. The sight of his hands bound behind the chair is enough to make your eyes roll back.

“Wish you’d just let me fuck you,” he mutters beneath his breath. His cock jumps when you brush over the shell of his ear before kissing just underneath it. “I liked seeing you tied up.”

“Yeah, but you always get your fun.” Jake watches you pout as you lean back to get a good look at him.

“Don’t you like it when I fuck you senseless? Don’t you want that from me, baby? Hm?”

You clench at his words but ignore him nonetheless. “Later. I wanna have fun with you.”

Jake’s wet cock provides the kind of stimulation you need. He moans when you put your wet pussy right on top of him and tries to put his arms around you but is bound by the rope, moaning in frustration when your folds envelop his cock. You situate yourself in this position and roll your hips back and forth, pushing your tits up against his hard and toned chest while your hands grip his shoulders for stability.

The sound of filthy. Wet echoes permeate throughout the room along with wanton moans and subtle whimpers coming from your throat. Jake’s hair is pushed back from the sweat building off of the hour he’s been in this chair and his balls are so hard that he feels like he could come like this.

His tip repeatedly pushes against your clit and you try so desperately not to lose your composure. Your hips rock back and forth and his dick keeps breaching your tight hold, which tempts you into sinking right down onto him, but you hold back.

Instead, you lift your lap off of him and ignore Jake’s whining to grip him by the base of his cock and rub his cock head over your swollen lips. He looks up at you with wide eyes and open-mouthed moans the faster you rub his tip against you and your own resolve is crumbling. Your body feels like electricity is running to your toes and jolting right back into your warm hole. He feels so good like this. The precum splashing against your folds tempts you in ways you never knew imaginable.

But that’s the thing. You keep rubbing and rubbing but don’t offer him any real resolution. The rest of his cock remains untouched and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on like this. Seems like you have the same idea.

“Jake.” His names comes out like a breathless whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me,” you concede, pushing only his tip inside of you.

“Gotta untie me, baby.”

And you do in a hastily fashion until Jake’s wrists are no longer bound. He flexes his fingers before hoisting you up by the waist to wrap your legs around him as he plunges his thick, wet cock into the place you need him the most.

It’s loud and it’s messy with his precum dripping everywhere while he pushes your back against the edge of the bed, watching the way your breasts bounce underneath him. Jake pushes and pushes against you until you feel his swollen balls clap right up to your ass, and the feeling makes you come immediately.

Jake doesn’t stop his ministrations and grunts louder when he sees your come covering the entirety of his cock. It spurs him to fuck you even faster to the point where your hands grip anything you can find—his arms and the blankets below you—because he rocks your body in such a way that makes you wonder just how horny he really is.

He comes deep inside of you but he doesn’t stop either. Jake pushes his hot load deeper into your pussy the louder you moan and swears he could go another round or two.

[joemama-2]

born too late

a/: listened to this on repeat and thought hm…nanami

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men your age were nothing compared to those older than you. in fact, they were boys. they didn’t hold the door open for you like how men did, they wouldn’t bring you flowers and pick a time and day on when they would come and see you, they wouldn’t treat you with respect and hold your hand like you were their queen.

no, they did none of that. boys your age were simply boys. but you didn’t want a boy, you wanted a man. and you did have one, at least that’s what you like to tell yourself.

you’re giving yourself false hope, really. but you just can’t stop. and when nanami acts like the picture perfect man to you, you’re melting. he calls it the bare minimum, but can’t he realize even that’s hard to find nowadays?

he holds bags for you, untied your heels, covers you with his jacket when you’re wearing something too revealing. he brushes hair out of your face so softly, leading you inside restaurants with a hand on the small of your back.

you can’t help but fall for him.

you chalked it up to him wanting to keep a professional relationship, considering you’re coworkers. but even then, you still had a sliver of hope that your smiles and lunches you made him could change that.

however, that changes when he says one sentence that shatters your being.

“you’re too young for me.”

too young? too….young? is he serious? he’s not even old and he’s calling you too young for him? is has to be a joke is what you first think, but nanami doesn’t joke, especially when it comes to what he wants he for you.

the distance he forces between you two is hard and unwelcoming. it feels like you’re being suffocated and you can’t help crying when you realize that he’s so close, but so far out of reach.

you long for him like a wife with her husband who’s in the war. long for him like you’re past lovers. long for him like you’re soulmates. and you really think you two are, but how can you be soulmates with a man who sees you as nothing more than “too young for him”?

to him, you’re just a kid.

you cry and cry, cursing the gods above for destining you with such a fate. why were you born too late? too late for the man you love to love you back.

you have no chance, you know that. it hits you hard too after seeing him with a woman, obviously one his age, smiling at him. and what does he do? he’s smiling back at her. she leans in to whisper something into his ear, and he leans in too.

it’s a disgusting and horrible sight that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

you wish it was you. you wished he could touch you like that and speak to you like that. you wish he just loved you.

he’ll see your tears and like the man he is, he wipes them and comforts you. but it’s all for naught because at the same time, he’s making you cry even more. he’s doing this out of the kindness of his own heart, not because you’re his, not because he’s yours.

it’s what anyone else would do.

“your heart just couldn’t wait?”

you confront him, tears blurring your vision as you show up to his house way later than appropriate.

he hesitates, like he wants to comfort you once more. instead, his answer is when the woman from before comes up to his side and gives you a confused look.

his arm wraps around her waist before ushering her away gently. when he turns back to you, all he can mutter is a weak “i’m sorry”, before closing the door.

it’s then, when you become conscious of one fact, the cold and hard truth.

you were born too late for him to even care.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 05 - (Un)tie

Genshin Impact - Lyney x Wriothesley

“Tada ~” Lyney hummed proudly before showing Wriothesley his wrists. His untied wrists, twirling the rope that was supposed to be bounding them between his fingers. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

Wriothesley didn’t seem to agree with that statement, however. In fact, if anything, he was annoyed. All he wanted was to try something new with his boyfriend, so how did he end up having an unrequited magic show? 

The duke frowned. “Can you stop doing that?” Wriothesley sighed, snatching the rope from Lyney’s hands and starting to tie his hands together again.

“I can’t stop the magic, monsieur, maybe you should be the one trying out the bondage?” Lyney smirked, leaning back into the soft pillows as he watched Wriothesley pulling the rope before making a knot. “Oh please, did you get angry with a little jest?”

“No, not at all,” Wriothesley muttered, his eyes glued on Lyney’s hands, watching the little magician intertwine his fingers. There had to be a way to ‘stop the magic’, Wriothesley thought.

As the gears inside his head continued to turn, an idea popped up in the duke’s head. Wriothesley smirked, getting himself between Lyney’s legs - again - and starting to kiss his cheek. “Are you going to escape again?” He muttered.

“As… I say on stage, your grace, blink and you might m-mihihiss it- h-hey!” Lyney giggled, his elbows pressing down at his sides as he felt Wriothesley’s prodding against his lower ribs. “T-thahat tihihihickles! Stohohop it!”

“Hm? Can’t you stop me yourself?” Wriothesley cocked his head, a smug smile pulling on his lips as he continued to tickle Lyney’s sides, kneading at the spot in a way that made the magician squirm. “Just free yourself again.”

“I cahahan’t!” Lyney laughed, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to move his head away from Wriothesley’s. Lyney threw himself back, sinking deeper into the pillows and kicking his feet behind the duke - all to find out he was still cornered, in the end. “W-Wriothesley! AHahaha, t-thahahat’s not the tihihime for stuhuhupid games!”

The audacity, Wriothesley thought, chuckling out loud. “But is it for lame magic tricks?” He snapped back, pinching Lyney’s waist just hard enough to make him squeal like a dog’s toy. His toy. “Come on, I want to see the magic ~”

The teasing only added to Lyney’s embarrassment - or was it anger that was turning his face so red? Wriothesley shook his head, knowing it didn’t really matter. 

“S-shuhut it, Wrihihiothesley!” Lyney groaned, trying to hit the other man’s face with his bound hands, hoping that this - out of all his attempts - would help him stop the tickling. “Thahat’s not hohohow it works!”

“Oh?” Wriothesley arched his eyebrow, grabbing the knot between Lyney’s hands and pulling it high above his head, pinning his partner’s hands above his head, “so, can I take this as the end of your little magic show?”

“H-hah…” Lyney sighed, rolling his eyes. His cheeks were flushed in a bright shade of red and some strands of hair were sticking to his forehead, “i-it seems it’s a crime to perform in Fontaine, after all.”

“Not all kinds of performances,” Wriothesley added, hitting his plans and leaning closer to kiss him, “but in any case, I’m taking you under custody for tonight.”

A/N: Believe it or not, this is one of the few pairings that keep me hooked to genshin, heheheh

so, it shouldn't be a surprise that they made to my list, right? ~ anyway, thanks for sticking by for another day! See you guys tomorrow!!

[kamii-2]

next morning

warning(s): drinking, hangover, throwing up

genre: fluff

pairing(s): ice brady x drunk!reader

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“c’mon let’s get you inside.” ice told you as she helped your drunken-self into the apartment door. you were so drunk you couldn’t walk without stumbling. usually when you two go out she’s the only getting drinks and you’re the one staying sober just because you didn’t like to drink that much but today you decided you wanted to. as the night went on you had a lot and it was hitting you hard, ice knew for a fact that you were gonna be super sick in the morning. at around 11 she decided that you had enough drinks and you guys went back to your apartment.

ice made you sit in the couch as she took off her shoes and your shoes and put them up. “ice.” you said quietly, “hm?” she replied just as quiet, “i love you.” you muttered while she looked up at you from untying your shoes, “i love you too.” she smiled. “im really tired.” you groaned while leaning back in the couch and closing your eyes, “no wake up, you still have to take off your makeup and get changed.” she said while tapping your thigh. “can you wipe my makeup for me? please?” you begged while your eye were still closed, “yes.” she replied softly. you knew she would say yes, she can’t say no to you. after she finished taking off your shoes, she took off hers and led you into your room.

“i’m gonna go get changed, ill be back.” ice informed you as she walked to your closet and got some of her clothes she left at your apartment and went to the bathroom. you changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, sitting back into her bed and using your phone till ice came back. “i brought the makeup wipes.” ice announced as she walked back in. you set your phone down and looked up at her with a smile. “i love you.” you said while she wiped the makeup off your face, “i love you too.” she smiled and kissed your forehead. while she went and put up the makeup wipes, you laid in bed and went to sleep instantly.

before coming to bed she locked your apartment door and left the bathroom and bedroom door open for you when you woke up in the morning.

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at 10:32 am you woke up with a gigantic headache, “good God.” you muttered while covering your eyes from the bright sun. ice was still asleep, her back facing you. you got up and walked to the bathroom for an advil to ease the headache, after grabbing the medicine you walked in the kitchen for a bottle of water but before you could reach the kitchen you felt your eyes get watery and your mouth start to salivate a lot, you turned around and ran to the bathroom. the moment you closed the bathroom door and got to the toilet you threw up. after you were done your headache seemed to worsen so you rinsed your mouth out and went to the kitchen with the medicine again for a water.

while you were in the kitchen getting water, ice woke up and went to look for you. “you okay?” she asked softly while wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her head on top of yours. “yea, i just have a bad headache but hopefully it’ll go away soon.” you told her as you took the pull and drank some water, “i kind of want to go back to bed.” you admitted. “good because i do too.” she replied immediately, you giggled at your girlfriend’s antics, “you just woke up.” she took your hand and led you to the room, “okay so? i’m still tired.” she shrugged as you two stepped into the bedroom.

you laid down and ice laid down next to you with her head in the crease of your neck, giving it a few light kisses. it took you both a few minutes before you both were asleep peacefully, nothing to bother you.

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im so sorry took so long to get out and im also sorry it’s short but i still hope you enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[dreamywriter143]

i’ve actually never made a request before so i’m actually nervous 😶

uhh so please if you can i’d really like subby!neteyam cumming from tail play and like idk neck kissing or smthn

i think that would be a lot of fun

um okay yea thank you for listening and ur consideration ig? okay bye thank you 🐰

Sweet Boy

Status: REQUEST

Paring: Neteyam x Reader (Y/n)

Warnings: Complete filth, just plain smut with no story. NSFW/MDNI. Orgasm denial, SubNeteyam, DomReader, Small mommy kink, dumbification, mention of BDSM (tying up Neteyam). (Both characters are AGED-UP to 22-23years old!)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I kind of got carried away but I hope I was able to fulfil your request! I apologize in advance if it's not good😭 Also I’ll be fulfilling requests slowly, I have some other one-shots I’m working on along with school and work! So please bare with me. Other then that, enjoy!! This was out of my element as I’m still new to writing smut, especially with kinks included. So please be easy on me!

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“Y-y/n” Neteyam whispers through clenched teeth. His head thrown back in pure ecstasy. He couldn’t stop the jolts of electricity that twitched throughout his body, desperately chasing after his orgasm his mate deprived him of.

“Hm? What was that sweet boy?” Y/n asks, her hand slick with Neteyam’s precum. Her hand leisurely stroking his shaft. His cock stood up hard, his veins protruding along the girthy length in a desperate plea for a release.

“W-anna c-uhmmm” Neteyam’s words slur, his mind foggy with only one goal in mind.

His body jumps to the feeling of Y/n’s hand firmly grasping his cock, languidly thrusting her hand along his length. The sound of his cum against her hands sent another wave of pure pleasure down his spine. Neteyam’s ears twitched uncomfortably, he’s toes curling at the feeling of his orgasm drawling near.

“Oh c’mon now. Where are your manners?” Y/n tuts mockingly. Her hand slip past his pulsating cock. Leaving him bare. Neteyam whines out loud, his hips thrusting upwards, chasing after her hand that left him high and wet all over again. His hips jerk with vigour, feeling desperation flood his system.

“M’sorry. Plwase Y/n-“ Neteyam tries again, still unable to focus on what his mate was truly asking for. Y/n scoffs at his pathetic plea, she stands up causing Neteyam ears to fold back. Tears lips past his eyes in frustration. Frustration that he couldn’t achieve the orgasm he’s been trying to chase for the past hour.

Y/n steps towards him, lifting herself up to his lap. She gently situated herself on his lap being mindful to avoid his throbbing cock, that rested helplessly against her stomach. Her loincloth was soaked through, the smell of her arousal sending Neteyam into another frenzy. At this point he was convinced he would cum, untouched, just by simply smelling her essence.

“Try again my sweet boy, I know you can do it” Y/n purrs, she places her hand against his chest, pressing him firmly into the chair he sat upon. Thank Eywa she thought of tying his wrists onto the armrest. Preventing him from moving or taking control.

But Y/n had nothing to worry about, he was beyond his reasoning at his point. Willing to submit even if she untied them. Y/n feels Neteyam try to thrust his cock against her stomach, which was slick and covered with his precum.

He was desperate for some sort of friction. Aching for his release. He tries again, jerking his hips upwards once again.

Y/n growls threateningly under her breath, her teeth baring with a hiss. Neteyam whimpers at the sound. His eyes scrunching into a close at the sound that seems to vibrate through her, into him.

“Try again” Y/n says sternly, her thighs closing in on him, locking him in place. She purposely left his cock untouched as she tentatively reached up to caress her hands within his locks. Sweat pooling around his forehead dripping down his face and mixing in with his tears.

“Fuc-k Ma- Shi-“ Neteyam rambles, finding it harder and harder to form words. He squirms under her hold, feeling himself at wits’ end.

Neteyam eyes shoots open abruptly when he felt her delicate hands trail down his hair, gently grabbing onto his kuru. Neteyam’s gasps at the feeling, the most sensitive part of him being held by Y/n’s warm hands. Neteyam aggressively bucks his hips up into her, relishing in the few seconds his cock glided against her glistening stomach.

“Fuck- plEaAs!!” Neteyam cries out pitifully, Y/n bites her lips at the scene in front of her. Neteyam laying bare, his entire body covered in a sheen on sweat. His tears rolling down his cheeks as tiny gasps left his swollen lips. His eyes blown completely wide, unable to take the teasing any longer.

“Plea-ase M-mama, let me cummm” Neteyam tries one last time, using the tiny moment of clarity to his advantage. Finally being able to formulate the words he knew his mate wanted to hear.

Y/n’s ears twitch happily at the nickname. She inhaled her mates scent, feeling her own arousal cloud her thoughts. But that would have to wait. She was here to pleasure her mate first. After some teasing of course.

“That’s it baby, let mama take care of you” Y/n cooes lovingly. She leans her head towards his. Maintaining eye contact as she leans closer to him. Assuming she would pull him in for a kiss, Neteyam lifts his head to meet her half way.

Instead Y/n ducks her head, placing a chaste kiss on his neck. Neteyam gasps at the sudden movement choosing to keep himself still as he feels her tongue graze the flesh between his neck.

Her hands slide down from his kuru, down to his chest. She feels his heart rate beating erratically against his chest as his breath hitched, feeling Y/n’s wet tongue lap up the crevice of his neck. Loving the whimpers that left his lips Y/n traces her hands further down towards his hips stoping right above his cock.

It twitches excitedly, craving for her touch. A touch he knew would immediately bring him euphoria. He was that close. So close to cumming. Instead of providing him that pleasure, Y/n trails her hands behind him, firmly grasping his stiff tail.

“Ma-ma’!!” Neteyam moans out loud at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut once again. Everything felt overwhelming to him. He saw white splotches evade his vision.

“Hm? Think you can cum sweet boy? Cum for mama?” Y/n whispers against his neck, biting down to leave a mark. Neteyam nods his head furiously, choking back a moan at the stinging sensation. Y/n takes the opportunity to stroke the stiff tail, feeling him pant wildly at the touch. Granted his kuru was sensitive, it was connected to his nervous system after all. But something about his tail, and something about feeling Y/n’s hands lowly stroking the length, made him feel whatever sane part of him, shatter into pieces.

“Yes, yes mama! Fuckkk-“ Neteyam sobs pathetically as Y/n pulls back. Admiring at the mark she left behind, but also at how he looked to be in complete bliss.

“Be a good boy, cum for me. Cum for mama” Y/n instructs, pulling the tail towards her face. She watches how Neteyam stares at her through hooded eyes, anticipating her next move. What happened next completely catches him off guard.

Y/n brings his tail to her mouth clasping it tightly. It was slick with his precum that remained on her hand from before. She sticks her tongue out, licking a strip of precum along his tail. The feeling alone sends him into overdrive.

“Ma- ‘m Cumm-ing!!!” Neteyam wheezes out, feeling the wind get knocked out of him. His eyes cross at the feeling, his body convulsing under the intensity of the orgasm. His body twitches before his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock twitching wildly as streams of his cum stutter out, splattering against Y/n’s abdomen and chest. The creamy consistency even splattering against his body aswell.

Neteyam hips stutter, cum still leaking out of his cock. He felt like he was being milked dry, not quite registering the fact he came without being touched.

Y/n smirks triumphantly. Her sweet boy doing so well, listening to everything she had to say. She didn’t know he could cum like that, that he could come undone without even touching himself. Y/n gently takes the restraints off his wrists, hearing Neteyam mumble incoherently under his breath.

“Don’t pass out on me yawne. We have a long night ahead of us” Y/n purrs, swiftly removing her soaked loincloth, and tossing it aside. She smirks wide feeling Neteyam’s cock twitch against her abdomen at her words.

[soysauceharry]

after the end - a blurb

got the writing bug again :) enjoy! (gif credit to @londonharry)

There is something to be said about the quiet that ensues after being surrounded by noise. It's different. It's an absence of sound that feels heavy, imbued with some kind of meaning that's hard to make sense of. But it's important.

Harry feels this as he sits in his dressing room, the last of the roaring crowd from Lisbon trickles out of the stadium. Leaning down to untie his shoes, he grins to himself when he catches a whiff of the beer still lingering on his chest. He tosses his shoes aside. His sweats are hanging on the clothing rack, waiting to be worn after his obligatory ice bath. But before getting up, before moving to do anything at all, Harry sits. He leans back. He closes his eyes, and he breathes.

You're usually waiting for him in his dressing room if you come to the shows, but usually it's the hotel or the car if you're traveling overnight to the next destination. Tonight, you linger in the halls backstage, trying to hang on to as much of the chaotic, contagious energy that permeated the building. Crew members stop you occasionally to say hello. One of the security guards gives you a wink as you reach Harry's door, and you smile warmly before pushing your way in.

Harry doesn't move when you shut the door behind you. "Beer fountain, hm?" you say quietly.

"Mmhmm." He cracks one eye open. "Something like that."

"Whose was it?"

"Dunno. Lloyd's, maybe." His arm extends along the back of the couch as you approach. "Thought it was funny."

He's regarding you through his lashes, peering through squinted eyes. The fatigue is apparent, but you know there's adrenaline shining in the background. His voice is tired, body probably starting to feel the beginnings of soreness from dancing around stage for hours. Still in his stage clothes, he sits like he hasn't just performed to tens of thousands of devoted attendees. Like he hasn't just shined so bright that space dwellers would be blinded.

"You're a menace, you know," you chide, curling up next to him with your legs tucked under you. As quickly as you lean in, you lean back right away. "Oh, god." Your nose wrinkles. "You smell ripe."

"I've only just come off stage."

"Yes, but--" you make a vague gesture toward his chest. "Post-show Harry smell is my favorite. Not when it's mixed with beer."

It's enough to make him laugh quietly as he pulls you in, but he doesn't say anything else. You let yourself rest against him, arm going around his shoulders to toy with the fabric of his vest. His hand rests casually across your legs. A less than graceful bump of his forehead against yours communicates his silent request, and you smile into the soft kiss he gives you. He tastes like the last dredges of adrenaline at the bottom of a coffee cup.

A deep sigh against your lips, then he pulls away. "C'mon, then."

"What?"

"Ice bath with me."

You scrunch your nose, digging your nails into his shoulder absently. "Nice joke."

"M'serious. You've never done one."

He is serious. No hint of sarcasm stains his words as he gazes at you prettily, the post-show haze evidently kicking in. "I kind of planned to keep it that way," you say lightly.

But if there's one thing about Harry--his determination is unwavering. He squeezes your thigh once, twice. Again, taking his time to release it. "Let's do it," he whispers like it's some huge secret. "Just five minutes. You can do it."

It's not that you can't. But your own post-show routine involves letting Harry release the last of his energy on you back in your hotel room. A treat that likely won't happen tonight, given Harry's sleep-heavy lids already half-closed as he grins. He doesn't let you reply before he's pulling you off the couch and toward the bathroom.

It's there already, set up and standing proud like a throne waiting for its king. A quick dunk is usually all Harry needs to shock his system, to soothe his body after the effort he goes through while performing. Scientifically sound, but horribly masochistic. To you, at least.

"No part of this is particularly appealing." You contradict your words as you start undressing. Harry's already got his vest off, standing eerily still in just his sequined pants as he watches you strip.

"But you love me, so you'll do it."

"I guess I do." You give him a sardonic smile. "Wonder why I thought that was a good idea."

He rewards you with a pinch to your hip. Soon enough, you're at one end of the tub and he's at the other, both clad in just your underwear. The cold air from the ice wafts toward you, pebbling your skin. It's going to be awful. Harry braces his hands on the edge of the tub; you do the same.

"Three... two--c'mon, babe." He's laughing through his words as your face gets more and more unpleasant while he counts down. "Two... two... one!"

A splash. Horrible, horrible cold.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck me."

You're panting shallowly, clearly becoming unregulated as your body adjusts. Or, attempts to; this all but confirms Harry is a freak of nature. He's panting too, but through practiced technique--lips pursed, he makes little gasping noises through a smirk that warms you slightly. You find yourself mimicking him automatically, crossing your arms against your body like he has.

"This is stupid, H."

"You're doing so good," he laughs, ignoring your obvious discomfort. "Just a little bit longer."

You're laughing too, and it's partially because this is ridiculous, the two of your squished together in this ice bath in his dressing room in Portugal.

You try not to move to prevent little crashes of cold penetrating through the layer of pseudo-warmth your body has created. After a few moments, your breathing normalizes slightly, the tension loosening from your shoulders. "When is this supposed to feel good?" you ask.

He contemplates the question. "After we get out."

"Ah. Naturally."

"Should we start doing this at home?"

"Mmm. I think we keep this as a tour staple."

He huffs a laugh, shifting to extend one leg out in the tub. His calf brushes your ankle, and you wiggle your toes in response. "That means only one more, then. One more show, one more bath."

That's right. Just Italy left, then a little vacation for the two of you. This tour, this whirlwind of a few years, feels like it's going to culminate in something special. Tonight was just a taster--you both knew that. Italy would be a different beast entirely.

"Maybe I'll join you for that one, too."

Harry pushes his foot against your leg, a secret smile shared between the two of you. A promise.

[justsleepybeans]

Vulnerable pt.2

Aonung x HumanNa’Vi Hybrid!Reader

18+ NSFW ( all of my characters are 18+ ) mdni

This is the last part since this was just supposed to be a one shot originally, but I switched it up a little!

Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/justsleepybeans/710757692454715392/vulnerable-pt1

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“Then show me instead.”

It was as if a switch went off in his head. Just at the thought of doing half the things he’s wanted to makes his pupils dilate, eating you up with his hungry eyes. Looking up at him curiously, you bring a hand up behind his head, gently playing with his loose curls. He sighs at the feeling and leans his head back into your touch, closing his eyes.

“Are you testing me?”, he asks, genuinely curious.

“What do you mean?”, you respond with a fake innocence laced in your voice. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you

“Come here.” He picks you up by your waist to eye level, lips just mere centimeters away. “Do you know what you do to me? Always making me feel…vulnerable. Like I can just…”

“Let go?”, you finish for him, and with that, lean in to take his lips for yourself. He sighs into the kiss and leans in, all tension melting away. You feel his tongue gently swipe your lips and take this as a sign to part yours open. He groans at the wet feeling of your tongue and deepens the kiss, getting hotter and wetter by the second. Pulling away, a thin line of saliva trails from your lips.

“Aonung?”, you now peer down at him since he’s holding you just a little above eye level in the water.

“Hm?”, he tilts his head to the side, searching your eyes for an answer.

“So…when will you show me?”, you ask, barely above a whisper. For a second, he didn’t know what you were talking about, then he remembered with that smug little smirk you’ve always wanted to slap away. Right now, however, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, your face heating up at the fact that you technically asked the same question twice now.

“Is my girl getting impatient?”

“Your girl?”

“Mhm, my girl.”

His hands travel down to the back of your thighs and spread them apart, making you wrap your legs around his torso, just above his groin since he had a good two feet on you. Seeing this isn’t exactly what he wanted, he slides you down so now you’re looking up at him. The sudden friction makes you gasp, feeling just how hard he is.

“Baby…fuck.”, he groans as he bucks his hips into you, water squishing around. With his lips hovering right above yours, you gasp into eachother has he grinds into you, rubbing his hard cock onto your clothed pussy. You feel one of hands reach your tailbone, untying your loincloth, tossing it to the side.

“Aon-”

“Shh, just let me make you feel good sweet girl.”

“Wait…what if someone sees us? You’re the chiefs son…it wouldn’t end well-ah! Aonung!”, you gasp from the feeling of his head nudging at your entrance. He wasn’t going to let you pussy out now.

“I could care less. You’re mine now anyways. Isn’t that right?”, he groans as he slowly starts to push in, but stops about a fourth of the way when you don’t answer.

“Isn’t that right.”, he demands out of you, inching out of your needy hole. Clenching down on what was left of him, you grow frustrated and swallow your pride.

“Yes…skxawng.”, answering him barely above a whisper. He scoffs in amusement and leans down closer to your face.

“I didn’t hear you. Mind speaking up?”

“I said yes! I’m…yours.”

“I heard you the first time. Just wanted you to say it again.” Before you could talk back, he pushes almost all the way in, fitting perfectly in your tight heat. Starting with slow movements, he rolls his hips into you, rubbing perfectly against one sensitive spot in particular. He sweetly fucks into you, eyes closed, forehead resting against yours, and utterly lost in you. Growing impatient at his slow movements, you try to push down deeper, but his death grips on your thighs barely lets you.

“Be calm, girl. Don’t wanna break you.”, he warns with danger in his tone, as if he’s restraining himself.

“I’m not made of glass. Is the mighty Aonung scared?”, you tease, earning a groan from him. He slightly leans back, placing you in a position where he could easily bounce you up and down, which is exactly what he was going to do.

“Fine. You asked for it, and you better fucking take it.”, was the last thing he said before picking up a deadly pace, now slamming his cock fully into you, water violently moving around your bodies. You Yelp from the sudden movement and clench down, earning a deep groan from him.

“Shit, if I’d known-fuck…If I’d known you felt this good, I would’ve taken you months ago. My beautiful girl, taking me so good. Just for me?”, he grabs your face, forcing you to look directly at him. You’re an absolute mess as he rails into your pussy without mercy. With tears running down your face you nod frantically, unable to speak from how he’s bouncing your body so violently onto his.

“Good.”, he says, then stops his movements. You look annoyed, but that quickly changes when he walks the both of you over to the dry land and lays you down on the soft grass. Barely giving you time to get too comfortable, he begins a brutal pace.

“Oh fucking—great mother! Aonung, Aon-please, I can’t!”, you start to blurt out nonsense as he fucks you stupid, balls slapping hard against your wet skin. You could’ve sworn he started growling into your neck as his thrusts started to become animalistic. The tightness in your core was building up more and more by the second, and fucking hell, you couldn’t hold it in much longer. Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you dig your nails into his back, accidentally catching his queue.

“Fuuuck, baby, don’t…shit.”, he hisses at the feeling, but only rams into your little pussy even harder. It happened so sudden that you didn’t know what was even going on anymore. Fucking you through your orgasm, he bites down onto your neck, drawing blood, as he feels you tighten around him.

“My-fuck..my sweet girl, so fucking good for me.”, he groans into your ear, biting down on the sensitive skin.

“Aonung, I can’t. Can’t-too much.”, you barely manage to get out, completely fucked out of your mind. He whispers sweet nothings as his thrusts get sloppier by the second, then suddenly slows down his movements, still ramming in hard. The sweetest sounds come from his mouth, driving you insane. His cum paints your gummy walls, some leaking as he pulls in and out. Coming to a halt, still buried deep inside, he rests his face in the crook of your neck. After moments of coming down from your highs, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Aon…we should, you know.”, you tried to hint that you should both probably get back to the village.

“You think we’re done? Not even close. You’re not going anywhere.”

—♡

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[camels-pen]

our hearts will blend (with a fucking semi)

Summary:

“Y’know I think I can take out my heart and still like. Live.” “That’s nice, Danny.”

Danny proves a point.

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based on @phantomphangphucker 's prompt "To prove a point, someone (it could even be Danny himself) removes Danny’s heart, and promptly misplaces/loses it." and @kawaiijohn 's prompt "Tucker Foley's terrible, awful, very bad day."

Warning: gore, blood, body horror, mentioned animal death

Ao3 Link | Phight '24 series

“Y’know I think I can take out my heart and still like. Live.”

“That’s nice, Danny.”

There was a grumble. “I can do it.”

“I wasn’t doubting you.” Danny stuck his hand under his shirt. “I WASN’T DOUBTING YOU, DON’T SHOW ME!” Tucker shrieked.

Danny ignored him. There was a loud, wet tearing noise—almost a SQUELCH—followed by a pop and Tucker was covering his eyes and walking away. The sounds of some of the jocks down the hill grew louder as he fled, but he would take jocks over still bleeding hearts any fucking day.

“Tucker, c’mon—Tucker.” It sounded like Danny was jogging after him, but Tucker sped up.

“I can’t believe I have to fucking say this, but I am not hanging out with you until you’re not holding your actual real live heart that is still bleeding in your hands.”

“It’s not even that bad—” There was a squeak, like sneakers on wet grass. It was the middle of a drought. In July. “Seriously, it’s not even that much blood.”

“You’re a liar and a whore and I’m ignoring you.”

“You know that’s pretty racist, Tucker.”

Tucker stopped. Another squeak behind him as Danny too, stopped.

“This is a perfectly normal part of ghost culture and is actually really helpful for keeping happy and healthy. To just dismiss it and say such hurtful things 

“This is a totally normal thing for ghosts—it’s part of our culture and all that. Intangibility, flying, and shapeshifting, that kind of stuff,” Tucker could practically hear him fumbling his heart in one hand as he listed things off on his fingers. “Taking out your organs for fresh air is just another thing on the list of normal ghost things.”

Tucker slowly, oh so slowly, let his hands fall from his eyes.

“Really hurts my feelings to hear that you don’t like a part of my culture, Tuck.”

Tucker turned. Danny had a stupid fucking grin on his face, smug like a cat that caught the canary.

“You’re breaking my heart here.” He held up his hand and Tucker finally got a good look at the bloody, pulsing thing Danny was so proud to show off. His hands were practically painted red, there was so much blood on them and despite the lack of any blood vessels connected to that—oough—fucking thing, it pumped along, happy as a clam.

When presented with such a thing, Tucker did as any average, normal guy would do.

He screamed at the top of his lungs and slapped it away from him as hard as he could.

The heart was flung from Danny’s bloody fingers, soaring in a wide arc down the hill. 

It landed in a patch of grass. Intact, thankfully.

“69! 420! Phantom rules! HIKE!!!” 

A wide, white, untied shoe punted Danny’s heart high into the air, followed by Dash tripping and swearing bloody murder. The wretched, happy thing fell with a distant splat atop the trailer of a parked moving truck. 

“What the hell did I just fucking kick? Where’s the fucking ball?” Dash started to push himself up when he slipped and looked down. “What the—oh my god.” He scrambled away, falling over himself as he made gagging noises.

“Dude, did you just kick a fucking squirrel? Did you pop that thing?” Kwan yelled.

Tucker stared at the scene below a long while before a hand tugged his sleeve. Danny pointed him towards the street. The truck had pulled out of the driveway and was driving innocently down the street.

Danny and Tucker watched it leave, the stupid fucking organ pumping in tune with each bump in the road. Almost as if waving goodbye.

“Hm.”

“Hm.”

The sound of Dash’s gagging and sobs drifted up from below. 

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “I can’t go ghost without that. You think your mom would lend us her car?”

Tucker put his head in his hands. “Dude, you’re fucking heartless.”

“Is that a yes.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Great!” Danny slapped him on the back. Blood immediately seeped through Tucker’s sweatshirt. “Also, I need to borrow your shower.”

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 31: Resolution (Aftercare)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic’s aftercare routine for you

Tags: Aftercare, brief smut, degradation, bondage, overstimulation, gentle, soft, praise

Word Count: 2.3k

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“You’re trembling so much, liebling. Are you really enjoying this so much?” Medic teased you as you shuddered beneath him, tugging desperately at the ropes binding your wrists to the headboard. All the while he kept up a merciless pace, thrusting into you hard and fast.

You had clearly already been through a lot. Finger shaped bruises had formed on your hips from how roughly Medic had gripped them. Even now he held them firmly, pulling your body against his to meet every thrust. You bucked your hips, shaking, whining, and barely able to say more than a few coherent words at a time.

“Sir, please!” You moaned between gasps, desperate for some sort of respite.

“You beg so pathetically. How many times have you come by now, hm? You’ve lost count, haven’t you?” Medic asked, delivering an especially harsh thrust, hitting you deep and relishing the way you whimpered in response. “And still so desperate for more. You’re such a filthy little schlampe, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir! I want to come one last time, please! Please, may I?” You practically screamed, so eager for release despite the overstimulation, despite the tears actively rolling down your flushed cheeks. Your legs shook as they wrapped around his waist, pulling Medic further into you in hopes of appeasing him.

“Oh Gott, I love hearing you cry out like that,” he growled. The stinging sensation of his nails being dragged down your sides made you squirm and moan even more. “Go on, kleine Hure, come for me!”

Those skilled fingers on your clit was all it took to bring you over the edge within seconds. You sobbed as you felt another orgasm set your nerves alight. The feeling was overwhelming, bordering on painful, yet you writhed in ecstasy all the same.

Medic followed close behind, hips stuttering and finally going still as he finished with you. He groaned, finally allowing himself some kind of release after taking his sweet time bringing you to your peak repeatedly over the past couple hours. The way you trembled beneath him now, your body limp and thoroughly spent, made it all worthwhile.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, shuddering as you rode out the final aftershocks of your climax. What you did know was that your wrists had been freed from the headboard, yet you were barely aware of Medic untying them. By the time you had come to your senses he had placed the rope elsewhere and was laying beside you, reaching out to touch your arm tentatively, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath.

“Liebchen?” Medic whispered in a tone so starkly different compared to the way he was speaking to you mere minutes ago, soft and a little bit concerned. His hand rested on your shoulder, waiting patiently for you to give him permission to touch you any more than that. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, especially after such an intense experience.

“I’m alright,” you assured him after a few moments of trying to steady yourself. Your heart was racing though, and you knew your voice still quivered as you spoke. “Just give me a moment.”

“Of course. Deep breaths, darling. You did so well.” Medic moved to hold your hand and you let your fingers intertwine with his. It was just enough physical contact for you to ground yourself, to remember you were safe and cared for. When your breath finally evened out, you rolled over to nestle fully into his embrace, letting him pull you flush against him.

“Did you enjoy yourself, liebe?” Medic asked, beginning to run his hands gently over your back. He was eager to touch you, to soothe every aching part of your body.

“Absolutely,” you said, glad to find that your voice wasn’t shaking anymore. Although it was comically muffled given that your face was effectively pressed against Medic’s chest. You heard and felt him chuckle softly in response.

“That’s good. You had quite a strong reaction tonight,” he said, pulling away slightly and bringing a hand up to your face. His thumb ran along your cheek, wiping away the damp remnants of tears. “I was afraid I may have overdone it.”

Medic was always so observant of how you acted during a session. Tonight was quite intense. It was true, you had never been reduced to tears before. In the moment, you hadn’t even realized you had started crying. It was surreal.

“I guess I got a little overwhelmed, not in a bad way, though.” You reassured him with a smile. “I trust you to push me to my limit, and I would have told you to stop if it was too much.”

Medic returned your smile, looking relieved that you had indeed enjoyed yourself. He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your still flushed cheek. You relaxed as he continued to whisper soft words of praise in your ear.

“I love making you feel good, liebling. Let me know if you need anything at all,” he said. You would have been content to stay cuddled up in the doctor’s embrace all night, but, now that he mentioned it, you did need something.

“I am a little thirsty,” you admitted, not wanting him to leave, but also unable to ignore just how parched you were. You were no doubt dehydrated from the combination of sweat and tears you had shed. Not to mention your throat felt like sandpaper from all the begging.

“Ah, of course,” Medic said, sitting up suddenly. You couldn’t help but whimper a bit when you were no longer in his arms, no longer nestled against his chest and relishing the pleasant warmth of his skin on yours. He brushed his hand against your cheek, consoling you. “I’ll be right back, I promise. Just relax here and let me take care of you.”

As if you even had the strength to move. You were pretty sure if you tried to get up right now you would collapse, perhaps after stumbling for a few steps on still shaky legs. You heard Medic moving about in the adjacent room, and the familiar sound of a sink faucet being turned on. Soon enough he had returned with not only the water, but an extra blanket as well.

“Here liebchen, drink. Staying hydrated is important,” he said, handing you the glass. You sat up with a wince, suddenly very aware of just how sore you were. Medic gave you a sympathetic look, leaning over and caressing your back as you grasped the cup in still-shaky hands.

Despite the pain, you couldn’t hold back a small laugh, finding it funny that one of the few times Medic acted like a professional doctor and gave accurate health-related advice was right after he nearly fucked you through the matress. That said, his knowledge of the human body did make him a master at determining exactly what you needed. He wrapped the extra blanket around your shoulders as you lifted the glass of fresh water to your lips. You didn’t even need to let him know that you were cold.

“Thank you,” you said after taking a long drink. The water soothed your throat and your mouth felt significantly less dry.

“Don’t mention it, meine liebe. Now, you’re probably sore, aren’t you?”

“A little bit.” You spoke between taking sips of the water, noting the rope marks on your wrists. While they bore some of the most obvious marks, the minimal stinging pain there was nothing compared to the ache in your back and shoulders. Being stuck with your arms above your head for such a long time certainly took its toll. There was also the general ache that permeated throughout your body, the kind that you knew would feel worse in the morning.

Medic nodded, reaching out to run his fingers along the rope marks and also noticing the faint bruises beginning to form elsewhere on your body, the outcome of either hickeys or a belt that you had begged Medic to use on you. Needless to say, the results weren’t disappointing. He looked you over like that for a while, observing and taking note of every mark and sore spot on your body.

“Just let me take care of you, schatz. Turn around for me,” he whispered, and you didn’t hesitate to do just as he asked. Medic brought his hands to your shoulders, rubbing them in gentle circles that felt heavenly, even through the blanket that you had now wrapped firmly around yourself to keep any precious warmth from escaping. You sighed as he worked over your back as well, applying just enough pressure.

“That’s nice,” you said dreamily, feeling warm and fuzzy beneath such meticulous attention. Those hands did wonders for your aching muscles. He sought out any tension and eased it away patiently and persistently. Areas where you felt pain began to ebb away to a dull ache, barely noticeable after being worked over by that firm, skilled touch.

“I kept you restrained for quite a while, didn’t I?” Medic noted, watching with satisfaction as you melted under his touch. “You did so well, letting me play with you and tease you for so long. Mein gutes mädchen.”

With a sigh, you leaned back until you found yourself falling back onto Medic’s chest, his arms wrapping securely around you once again. He took the now empty glass from you and placed it on the nightstand before gently maneuvering you, letting you lay on his chest as he reclined against the pillows.

“Comfortable?” He asked, adjusting so that he could run his fingers lazily through your hair as the two of you laid together. You nodded in response, sighing as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck and over your collarbone every so often. You knew he was now admiring the marks he had left on said skin. Darkening hickeys decorated your neck and even some of your chest, red and bruising, telltale signs of how Medic had laid claim on you tonight.

He cupped the back of your head, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle and slow, again showing such a sharp contrast to how merciless he was with you before. How quickly he could switch from one state of mind to another amazed you.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Medic brushed a strand of hair out of your face, admiring what he saw. “That flush in your skin, your body so relaxed and satisfied, and knowing that I made you feel so good… ich liebe dich.”

“I love you too.” You may not have known a lot of German, but you had heard that particular term enough times to recognize it.

Honestly, you almost savored this more than the sex itself, resting in the arms of your lover, going on about how much you enjoyed making each other feel good. The intimacy of these moments were unmatched. Yes, the two of you could physically satisfy each other to no end. Medic could pleasure you and make you come as many times as he wanted, but the gentle touches and reassurances that transpired afterwards fulfilled you both on an entirely newfound level.

“If you’re willing, I could continue to pamper you tomorrow.” Medic’s voice lowered, giving his offer a more suggestive implication. You had a feeling he was recommending a bit more than just another massage and a glass of fresh water. He went on, and your suspicions were confirmed. “It will be something much more vanilla, I promise. Nice and gentle, I know you’ll still be sore.”

“I didn’t know you were capable of being vanilla,” you said with a playful smirk. Honestly, Medic was probably perfectly capable of ‘normal’ sex. It just happened so rarely that it had become a kind of inside joke for the two of you.

“Oh liebchen,” he said breathily, now occupying himself by kissing his way down your jawline before finally deciding to respond to your teasing little remark. “As much as I enjoy binding you to the headboard and ravaging you until you can’t think coherently, I am quite capable of making love to you as well.”

You blushed and tried to hide your face against Medic’s chest. Right when your body was finally starting to calm down, he hit you with a comment like that. And you completely swooned for it, drawn in with ease as always.

“God damn!” You laughed, trying to resist the urge to fan your flushed face with your hand. “Don’t get me worked up all over again! I’m too tired and much too sore for that!”

“Orgasms are a natural pain reliever,” Medic said with a wide grin, yet again adopting the tone of a professional doctor. Whether he was trying to be humorous or not was unclear, but you chuckled anyway.

“You are insatiable,” you said, sounding exasperated, but still maintaining a bright smile. That insatiability was just one more thing you loved about him, after all.

“I can’t help it. I simply love spoiling you.” Medic pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Especially after you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

Damn, even as you were falling asleep, those words went straight to your core. You swatted his shoulder playfully, laughing through the exhaustion that was rapidly setting in.

“So, is that a yes for tomorrow?” He asked again, smirking at how easily he was able to leave you a blushing mess with just a few words.

“Maybe… if you continue to ‘spoil me’ with breakfast and a warm bath in the morning,” you said, barely opening your eyes, but grinning all the same. You heard and felt Medic’s low chuckle as you laid against his chest, the gentle vibration lulling you to sleep.

“Consider it done, meine liebe.”

[aria-malfoy]

The Lake, part one

Shifting content!!

One day, talking to Newt at the lake. I was sitting on the shore, he was with his feet in the water.

Newt wanted to look for a species of magical animals for some research he was doing for his extracurricular Magizoology class. He had to gather some samples, I don't know, I didn't understand him, but I wanted to go with him.

The species he was researching was a little... well, territorial. But he told me he knew how to tame them, and I trusted him because he's Newt. However, while we were talking, suddenly something pulled him into the water.

I got up instantly, alert for anything, and waiting for Newt to give signs of life.

10 seconds passed and the boy didn't come out.

To say I was worried is an understatement.

I quickly ran to the lake and jumped into the water, using my aquatic powers I began to look for Newt. And well, I'm practically a Nereid.

I found him fighting underwater with a strange creature there, but he was losing. With my powers, I pushed the animal far, far away from Newt, took him by the hand and brought him to the surface, to begin swimming towards the shore.

I had to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Fortunately, he doesn't remember that part.

He started breathing again and my soul returned to my body. I hugged him immediately, I didn't want him to die. :c

"Relax, I'm fine."

"But you almost died." And I was crying.

He sat down and allowed me to cry, although he never understood why it made me so sensitive, but he didn't realized that he almost died! He always says "but it didn't happen."

"What was that, by the way?" I asked about the creature.

"It was an abwjamdkwodj."

That was all I heard when he said a creature name, really aliens.

“Ah…” I nodded, pretending to understand.

After calming down and reassuring myself, I started to feel a coolness like on my tits. Newt looked away from me.

“Uh… Aria… your shirt is see-through…

Ah, that's why he was so flushed and nervous.

“Oh, I'm going to hang it out to dry.” I started to unbutton my buttons with the intention of taking it off and hanging it up there.

“Hey! No! They can see you in your bra, and you know how crazy some guys can be.”

“Oh.” I stopped. “You're right.” I hid my face in his chest, embarrassed. “What do I doeee?”

#panic

Newt took off his sweater/cardigan, he also had his shirt like that, his muscles were showing a little...

He wrung it out, to get the water out.

"Lift your arms." And he very patiently put his sweater on me. He pulled it down over my head trying not to hurt me, he put me arm by arm, and he adjusted it.

"Hey… Are you going to enter school like that?" I asked him. I was a little jealous of girls seeing him like that.

"Hm? No. I don't want to be harassed." He laughed and I laughed with him.

Newt knelt in front of me, and began to untie my boots. He took them off along with my leg warmers, all super delicate and patient. Finally, he took off my socks, “folded” them (made a ball) and gave them to me. He left my boots aside to dry, and he wrung out the leg warmers. I was already sitting down when he gave them to me. I knew he didn't leave them around because I didn't like my stuff getting dirty.

He took off his shirt (and his undershirt) to start wringing them out and I guess getting the water out.

He sat down next to me, shirtless. I tried not to mind him too much, but it was kind of hard… The good thing is that he hadn't noticed.

"You can't wear those socks, you can get fungus on your feet from the humidity," he said.

"Vampires don't suffer from that."

"Just in case."

Oh, how thoughtful…

I settled down with my knees to my chest, and wrapped them with Newt's sweater, being careful not to stretch it, but it fit me perfectly. That way, maybe the air would get in and dry my shirt.

After a while, we decided to leave before nightfall. Our clothes were damp, but already dry, if that makes sense.

He put his shirt back on. He tied my leg warmers to his bag and we headed off. I wore my boots without socks and put them in my bag.

When we got to the castle, we both went our separate ways. Newt had to go ask my aunt (a professor) something, and I took our things with me, intending to leave them at Hufflepuff House. He only took out a book that he took with him.

[freefallingup13]

Choice [Beck Marley]

Yeah I got that weird grave man on my mind and it's gotten me to write a complete fic for the first time in like. At least a year. God damn.

TW/CW; Threat of murder, freshly dug grave and being forced to sit at the edge of it, gun (pistol), boss hiring a hitman, gagged, tied completely by rope, and this is a captivity fic (though captivity doesn't start yet)

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They couldn’t help but flinch away as the stranger approached them again. They’d already been roughly thrown aside, apparently ‘in the way’ of the dirt being dug out of their grave. But now… now, it was done.

The stranger didn’t even grab them directly. Wriggling his fingers underneath the rope that bound them, he pulled them up from the ground. 

Dirt scraped as they were dragged to the foot of the grave. Their eyes landed on the mound of soil that would soon be poured over their body. It sure did look like a lot. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt.

Well - it wouldn’t. Of course not. Dead people don’t hurt.

They squeaked past the gag as they were lifted up to their feet, then shoved down onto their knees. The ropes dug into their legs, having been tied when they were straight. It was hard for them to keep their balance as the stranger stepped away, letting them go. Balancing with their arms bound behind them wasn’t easy.

It was the click of a gun that made them stop squirming. 

Oh.

Shit.

The stranger was checking the amount of ammo in the pistol, not even looking at them. Satisfied, he clicked the magazine back into the handle and flicked the safety off.

“You ready?” he asked, flicking up his hat. His voice sounded so strange, like it wasn’t his tone that was dry, but his throat, along with every other inch of his being. 

His hand reached for their face, and they shrank into themselves. “Relax,” the stranger drawled, reaching behind their head. “I’ve just got a habit of letting people have their last words.”

The gag was untied, thrown away. A groan escaped them as they tried to close their jaw. After so many hours, it felt stiff with pain.

The stranger was kind enough to give them a moment, but he eventually kneeled down in front of them. He had a slightly amused look in his eyes as he pointed the barrel of the pistol between their eyes. 

“So? Any last words?”

Their mind raced, but they were strangely able to keep up. (Maybe it was their panic that he wouldn’t give them last words at all, and was just trying to get them to sit still in thought.)

What kind of last words did they consider worth saying? Nothing deep and philosophical would matter when there was just this murderer to hear them. And they didn’t really have any qualms that needed to be settled on their death bed.

They didn’t…

Hm.

“Just do it.”

Beck raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little. “Hm?”

“Just… do it,” the kid blurted out. “I don’t have anything.”

He stared. Couldn’t help but snort. “You serious?” he asked. “Nothing at all?”

The kid grit their teeth. “No,” they seethed, trembling. “I don’t have anything to say. 

“I’ve got nobody to pray to, I’ve got no friends or family. I don’t have anybody who I’d wish would save me. All I had was my job, and I know exactly who hired you to get rid of me.”

Beck said nothing. The kid sure had something to say, might as well let them get it out. 

“So just- just do it,” they mumbled, their sudden bravado beginning to crumble. “Nobody’s going to miss me while I’m gone. Nobody’ll even know. So just… get it over with.”

Another moment of silence.

“Just… do it quickly.”

The stranger remained silent. Damn, for not knowing what to say, they sure said a lot. They felt stupid. Pouring out their loneliness to a stranger. To their assassin.

A cold rim of gunmetal pressed into the bottom of their jaw, making them shiver and automatically straighten up. They struggled to keep their breathing calm, shutting their eyes tightly.

“... Lonely kid, aren’t you?”

They couldn’t help but sob. He couldn’t make this any faster? Did he have to tease them?

“Hey. Kid.” The barrel of the gun dug into their skin. “Answer, will ya?”

Their chest heaved as they tried to let go of the breath they were holding. “Yes,” they responded. Here they were, leaning back onto the precipice of disaster, at the edge of their grave, on the wrong end of a gun. “Of course I am. You heard what I said. Are you deaf?”

The stranger laughed. Oh, stupid, stupid. Why did they have to insult him? Their stupid mouth-

The gun moved away from their skin, and they heard another click.

But it wasn’t the last thing they heard.

“Nobody, huh?” the stranger mused under his breath, scratching his head with the- They opened their eyes. Scratching his head with the pistol, barrel pointed at his own skull. “You’re sure about that?”

They stared. “... Yeah?” they said incredulously. “What- Wasn’t it easy to catch me?”

“... I guess,” the stranger mumbled, looking off into the distance. “Here. Tell you what.”

He put the pistol next to him, laying it onto the ground. He was already balanced back onto his heels, and he put his elbows onto his knees as he addressed them. “Your bosses. You know they gave me the contract. Yeah?”

They couldn’t tell if they were still in shock, or the adrenaline was wearing down. They just nodded.

“Cool.” He seemed to think for a moment before he spoke again. “You know, the contract, word for word, just said to ‘get rid of you’.

“So, technically,” he said slowly, “I don’t have to kill you. That’s not what the old guy said.”

What? What? 

“... So what does that mean?” they asked cautiously. “What, you let me go, and I just… run? Never come back?”

Their stomach sank as they saw him roll his eyes. “This ain’t a movie, kid, come on. Nah. I got a better idea.”

He looked over his shoulder, then jerked a thumb towards the cabin. “See that? That’s my home. That’s mine.”

They… didn’t like where this was going. 

“Now, it gets…” he waved his hand. “Tell you the truth, it gets fucked up in there. I never feel like cleaning, even between contracts. Like, I have to, I just… don’t.”

… Now they were confused.

“You want a maid?”

He scoffed. “Nah. That’s just part of it. I do have another idea, though.”

His eyes stared into theirs as he gestured again. “You stay there, in that cabin. You don’t leave. And you help me figure out… let’s say, new techniques.”

Before they could think of a response, he had picked up the gun again, and was studying it carefully. “You do that,” he said, “and I won’t kill you. You get to live.”

They looked towards the cabin. Then back at him.

“I don’t even know your name.”

The stranger snorted. “It’s Beck,” he said. “Beck Marley. And now that I’ve said that…”

They flinched as the pistol was pointed back towards them. “You’re on my shitlist again,” the stranger - Beck - said calmly. “So, now you got the same two options. A… I kill you, save my own skin, since you know my name. Or…” He silently nodded towards the cabin.

Looking towards the cabin sheepishly, they avoided looking at the gun. It didn’t look… that bad. And they’d always wanted to go run away and live in the woods, away from people. Cleaning wasn’t so bad. “Figuring out new techniques” couldn’t be that bad. 

“What’s it gonna be, kid?” Beck asked, casually flicking the safety off on the gun. “You gonna stay, or die?”

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2023 Day 29

Lingerie

Phantom was in a mood, which was a kind of mood that was never too shocking for him to be in since he was…well…Phantom. He had been bored for most of the day and was scrolling through his phone and started looking at some clothing. Then he got into a certain kind of clothing in his search and a fun idea came to mind and he sent himself away to make a quick shopping trip. 

He was now lounging out on the bed, the biggest grin on his face as he heard Jackie walking down the hall and nearing their room. Phantom knew exactly how to pose his body to make the surprise Jackie was in for the best. 

“You text-” Whatever it was that Jackie was going to say turned into a little squeak of surprise when he opened the door and saw Phantom. His eyes widened as he took in every inch of the display on the bed. 

Phantom tucked his arms under his head some more with a giggle, knowing Jackie was soaking in the sight of the red, lacy fabric on his body, seeing how it framed his hips and waist, and showed so much of his skin yet covered enough to make someone want to feel everything he had.

And he had a little surprise that Jackie couldn’t see yet.

“You like~?” Phantom asked with another giggle. 

“Yeah,” Jackie said in awe, the door slowly closing behind him until it clicked. 

“Do you want to touch?” Phantom arched his back a little. 

“Yeah.” Jackie thickly swallowed.

“Then come play with me~” Phantom grinned and Jackie scrambled over to the bed, kicking his shoes off and nearly falling over as he got his pants off. “You are such a goof.” He chuckled as Jackie flopped himself down on top of him. 

“A goof in love,” Jackie said with his classic smile before catching Phantom in a kiss. Phantom hummed happily and melted into the kiss, hands going to the back of Jackie’s head and playing with his hair. He felt Jackie’s hands trailing down his sides, feeling at the fabric and the light tremor in his touch told Phantom how much he was enjoying the lingerie. 

“Jackie~!” Phantom couldn’t prevent the way the name came out as a squeak of sorts when Jackie gripped his ass. “Is that a hint for how our night is going to be?” He asked with an excited grin while Jackie continued squeezing. 

“Maybe.” Jackie had the tip of his tongue sticking out between his front teeth. “I just like-” He paused when his fingers brushed against something hard. “Hm?” Jackie’s hands went to Phantom’s hips and he casually lifted him to see what he had felt. “Oh!” 

“Like my other surprise?” Phantom loved how easy it was for Jackie to hold him up like this, like he weighed nothing and he hoped to get more of that throughout the night. He also loved the way Jackie’s face slowly went red as he was clearly staring at the heart-shaped, red gem on the base of the plug inside him. 

“Y-Yeah.” Jackie finally breathed and he gently sat Phantom back down.

“I guess you could say that I’m beyond ready for the main event.” Phantom slipped one hand under the pillow while the other grabbed one of the strings to the panties and tugged, untying the little bow and showing off even more skin on his hip. “And, looking at the state of your boxers, you’re more than excited for it as well.” He pulled out a bottle of lube with one hand while the other crossed his body and undid the remaining string. His half-hard cock was now exposed as the panties slipped away. 

“I love you.” Jackie blurted out. Phantom couldn’t help from laughing a little at the confession, it always got a little flutter in his heart no matter how many times he’d heard Jackie say it. 

“I love you, too.” Phantom’s laugh turned into a soft smile and that soft smile turned into a playful grin as he tossed the bottle of lube at his dork of a boyfriend. “Now, are you going to play with me or not~?” He asked with almost a purr to his voice, hand going between his legs to toy with the base of the plug. “I’d prefer something much bigger inside of me now.” Phantom breathed slowly as he pulled the plug out, already missing that feeling and getting himself even more excited for Jackie, cock hardening fully from the thought alone. “Please, Jackie~” He exaggerated his whine to snap Jackie out of his trance. Phantom was beyond flattered at how easy it was to hypnotize Jackie with his body, but right now, he also needed his physical attention. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jackie repeated the first word that came to mind as he got himself out of his clothing as fast as possible, shirt and boxers thunking against the door since he tossed them with a bit more strength than needed. Phantom felt a strong shiver go through him when he heard that sound, knowing it meant Jackie was already losing a bit of control and that meant he wouldn’t be holding back. 

Good.

Phantom waited and watched as Jackie got himself ready, being generous with the lube like usual. He never complained, it was a fun show watching Jackie’s hand play with himself a bit, already hard from just the teasing and the little heavy breath he made was just music to Phantom’s ears. His moans were even better. 

“Come here, darling.” Phantom held Jackie’s face when he was ready and pulled him down into a kiss. He wrapped his legs around Jackie’s hips, encouraging him to continue. Jackie got lost in the kiss for a few moments, hands going and squeezing Phantom’s ass before beginning to rut against him. 

“Ready?” Jackie asked with a whisper on Phantom’s lips.

“Fuck me~” Phantom whispered back. He groaned low in his throat as Jackie pushed in, filling him perfectly and reminding him of one of the countless reasons why he loved Jackie as much as he did. 

His laugh, heart, and ability to always make Phantom smile were top-tier.

But having the perfect dick was one hell of a bonus.

“Such a good boy~” Phantom purred as Jackie slowly started rocking his hips, lightly gasping when those words got him to already move faster.

The praise kink also worked very well for them.

“Harder, Jackie, harder. I want to feel you~”  

“Phan~” Jackie moaned and tucked his face away into the crook of Phantom’s neck, hands still playing with the lace while his thrusts got stronger. 

“Fuck, just like that. Good boy. Just like that.” Phantom rambled a bit. 

He wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that prepping for all of this had him beyond worked up. Edging himself with the plug earlier, having to wait for so long for Jackie to get home, Phantom wasn’t good at waiting so it took a lot for him to not just take care of himself but he really wanted Jackie to be the one to do so. 

“Holy shit~!” Phantom nearly clawed Jackie’s back when the angle of his hips was shifted and he swore every time their hips met a stronger wave of pleasure hit him. 

Waiting was beyond worth it.

“I’m-I’m gonna-I’m gonna-Jackie!” Phantom cried out as he came, toes curling and gripping Jackie’s body as if his life depended on it. “J-Jackie.” He tried to hold on so Jackie could finish as well and he made a worried whine when Jackie pulled out. That whine became a question as his legs were lifted and held together. “Oh~?” Phantom rested his hands next to his head as Jackie fucked his thighs, rocking his body with short yet firm thrusts. 

“Fuck~” Jackie moaned, cumming all over Phantom’s thighs and lower stomach. 

“Wanted to make a mess, didn’t you?” Phantom asked with a playful giggle. 

“I-I was-uh-I-um-” Jackie fumbled as his flushed face went into a deeper shade of red. 

“I’ll gladly let you make more. All I ask is for some kisses between rounds.” Phantom beckoned with a finger, giggling even more as Jackie dropped his legs and dove into a kiss. 

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@dungeon-dragons-dragons

[analyzing-people-like-hell]

ANALYSIS #1: 03/06/24

My first specimen, and what a nice find. I had quite a lot of fun going through this list, and I hope you're able to find something valuable within my research, #1. I know I certainly did myself while investigating.

What exactly was inside that list you gave me again?

Ah, yes. You gave a hearty dose full of useful information. Many great places for analyzation.

Why don't we start off with the data I've gathered on your background then, hm? 

Context is always the first step into investigations like these. And yours seems rather intriguing..

"LORE":

Let's address the elephant in the room first: your parents. My god, do they seem horrific.

They clearly didn't care for you, or at least not in the way you needed to be cared for. Violence has definitely plagued your home, whether it be verbal or physical, though I'm leaning more towards verbal in this instance. Anyone who's said "words don't cut" has clearly never stepped near your family. I can imagine the scars are unbearable. Hell, it seems like even the smallest things can take you back to that wretched excuse of a home, and it makes you feel pathetic. It's not by the way, in case you were wondering, but me saying that will never be proof enough, is it? I know you're smart (something I'll expand on later). I know that you recognize that all your reactions to these memories are completely valid, but it must be hard to believe in your own thoughts when they've been pushed down by others over and over again, right?

The saddest bit is that I think deep down, you do want to love your parents. You yearn to feel the kind of affection you've seen in all your favorite shows. You want somebody to pick you up off the street and care for you unconditionally. You never wanted to feel this kind of pain from them.

It seems your parents weren't the only harsh parts of your life. You've lost unbelievable amounts from your childhood as well. Maybe you've lost everything. It's why you pay so much attention to the small things in life. Not because you want to, but because you need to. You wouldn't have anything if you didn't take the time to enjoy the little details in life.

Adding onto this loss, I feel like abandonment might play a role in this specifically. You've been abandoned and you want someone to truly care for you this time. To remember you and keep remembering you.

You yearn to do more with your life. Something is holding you back. It could be your self doubt, or your values, your loved ones, maybe the entirety of the world itself. It's hard to pinpoint, but something has held you back. I can feel how close you are to cracking. And I think you should keep in mind that cracking isn't as bad as people might make it out to be. Remember, we wouldn't have glass paintings without picking up our broken pieces.

All in all, I can confirm one thing: There are people in your life that you're still restraining screams from. Parents are obviously one of them, as stated before, but I feel like there's more. Much more. Maybe old friends, partners, it could be anybody, really. All I truly know is that your screams could leave a cave echoing for years, and I think your heart has been a replacement for that cave for far too long. It's not fair. It never will be. You and I both know that an eternity of screaming could never make up for the damages you've been dealt.

Now, I know I've left a lot of these threads untied, but trust me, we're getting there. Now that context has been provided, that gives us room to determine what exactly your true issues in life are. What's really been weighing you down? How exactly does your brain function with all of this in mind?

THE TRUTH:

You don't trust yourself. Maybe you've hurt someone before (or believe you have) and it has never left you since. Maybe it's just the fact that you've grown up in such vicious conditions that you're afraid you'll unknowingly do the same to the people you truly love. You will do everything in your power to make sure you never hurt anyone like the way they hurt you, even if it means destroying yourself.

Sometimes you wonder if destroying yourself would finally get you the help you've been waiting for all these years. Nothing seems to have worked in giving you the aid you need, so clearly there's something you're missing, right?

It's either that or you find the quickest way to forget everything. You want to forget everything, don't you?

It's why vulnerability is one of your greatest fears. True vulnerability. You've never shown a single soul what you are when completely defenseless. Or maybe you have. Maybe it was the last time you ever did. Either way, there is a reason that nobody has seen you without a mask on. Some may have seen you with thinner masks than others, but nobody has seen your true face. You want to show them, but it's too much to bear. Not only for you but for what you believe others should not be burdened with as well. You'd rather drown in yourself than risk drowning another.

It's thoughts like these that consume your mind when at your lowest. 

Do not fall for their deception.

And I have all the proof I need to show how these thoughts could never be more wrong.

YOUR BEST TRAITS:

You care. You genuinely care. You care for strangers that  you'll most likely never come across again in your life. You know this and you choose to care anyways. You are one of the few who still wears a tender heart on their sleeve, and you wield it as if it were armor. Choosing to stay kind in even the harshest situations, even when rage feels like the only thing you know. I know you want the world to feel your wrath, and trust me, the world knows you could end her. It takes a hero to manage such a beast. Take pride in that.

You seem highly intelligent, or at least highly emotionally intelligent, which is one of the most for-granted and powerful type of intelligence people can have. People might not recognize it at first, but you're able to understand others in a way that most cannot. Ironically, "empath" is a term that could genuinely suit you, despite the amount of jokes surrounding it. Because in all honesty, you are the exact type of friend that everybody needs. It's just a matter of whether or not they deserve your kindness.

Adding onto this, you're very protective over the people you hold close to you. You're protective in a very special way though. Instead of jumping into battle, you fight on the sidelines, away from the crowd. And once you get the chance, you heal as much as you are able to. Not only are you protective and loyal, but rational and understanding. That doesn't make you any less fierce. It makes you much stronger than people even realize. 

Honestly, you've always been a soldier. A fighter. You've been fighting your whole life and I can just imagine that it still feels like the war has only begun. Remember these battles though, and I mean every one. The ones you've won, and the ones you've lost, because frankly the outcome doesn't matter. It's the fact that you survived and kept fighting that matters. Not only that, but the fact that you're able to still care for the world after all it's done to you? That's how the finest weapons are made.

Also, a fellow analyzer I see. That's always a plus in my books. Welcome to the team.

And with that, I think I'll leave my thoughts there and take my bow.

With utmost gratitude (and hopefully utmost accuracy),

Dr. WZ

[bronze-bell]

(This letter has the same treble clef in the center of its seal as before, though the encroaching frost is replaced by what appears to be tentacles, and the paper is notably much newer, folds crisp and confident.)

Dear Victor Grantz (or would you prefer Postman?),

Thank you for replying to my previous letter. I must apologize for the... incident that led to my name being unreadable. I simply had to write my thoughts on whatever I had with me at the time, before the thoughts escaped. Ink only dries so fast, unfortunately for us both, and a careless water spill can ruin so much.

A monotonous day can still be quite productive, even with the matches interrupting anything we do. I've spent a lot of time practicing and trying to create something worth writing. I'm glad this format of reaching out works for you, I hope we can continue to communicate. (And... you're welcome. It's nice to have a letter that responds to me like this.)

I fully understand your point on not wanting to share others' secrets, especially from my own experience. Some things are not meant to be shared or seen by any eyes except those I trust not to tell. I'm glad you're the same way. I've written and received my fair share of letters myself, though I can't say I've gotten to see the same kinds of things you have. I tend to receive letters that follow the same bent, regardless.

Hm... codes and hidden messages aren't my area of expertise, but I suppose those make sense in a lot of ways. They help conceal to those who shouldn't see, and being a translator can feel empowering... though unnerving when you know you're now additionally responsible for secrets that aren't yours to bear, I imagine. Being that messenger, that middleman, must carry quite the responsibility. And... if you hold enough secrets, a risk as well.

You made it to the right place. I've received your message.

Sincerely,

Frederick

(this letter, placed under the door discreetly, is in an envelope with faint embossed details of ocean waves. The wax seal is a glossy royal blue, bearing the same mark it did before. It appears that Victor is doing his best to continue the theme Frederick has set.)

[Dear Frederick,

Would you like some paper to take with you, next delivery? The material you had on hand seems rather delicate, (though I have made sure to take precautions to keep it safe) and I could think of some paper that might fit the decorations of your letters. I would not wish to push this on you, however.

I can definitely understand the feeling of having to note things down suddenly, there's been a few times where I've needed to put down information quickly and have had almost nothing on hand. I am lucky the destinations of the letters in this manor are much easier to remember.

Truthfully, I... am glad you like to keep secrets. I've always been rather anxious about letting them slip. You never know what someone's working so hard to keep hidden, after all, one untied tongue can ruin everything.

On your note about translating, I admittedly find myself with the latter set of people. "Seeing something you're not meant to can lead to quite the bad situation, and soon there'll be a target on your back", so I've been warned.

Sincerely, Postman.

(p.s. I do not mind being called Victor at all, I'm just rather unused to it. Thank you for asking.)]