#but alas the good times must stop eventually

[bluebellhairpin]

And when we (I) needed him (a new selfship com) the most, he turned his back on us (no money in bank rn :/).

[maximotts]

firm hand, gentle touch ⁘ w. maximoff

based off of an ask from @leolionsblog that was supposed to be a short response, but turned into a full fic.. Also, I know it's been a little bit since I've written for Wanda and Doll, but quick reminder that it's a dark AU so pls heed warnings and expect the morally gray 🩶 warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters

Doll House! AU. masterlist || main masterlist :: Thinking is a dangerous game; thinking you know better than Wanda... that's asking for pure trouble wc. 2.2k . cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. mommy!Wanda and doll!reader. imposed routines. piss play (coerced bedwetting). dumbification. general teasing. subtle manipulation. series typical pet names and squishy times. Wanda who is trying her best to be gentle and patient and not use her powers to control you as much as she had.

Imagine it's early on in Wanda's little hex; Doll's so rarely allowed to go anywhere without Wanda and most often, she doesn't have the desire to anyways. Still new to the privilege of talking, you don’t find it much of a problem -Wanda always knows what you need- until you want something Wanda doesn't want to acknowledge.

Wanda loves holding you at all times, whether it's your hand while on an afternoon walk or pulling you close as you fall asleep, once she lets that boundary down there’s hardly a moment you have to reach out too far to her. And bedtime is a new exception.

In the beginning, the brunette was firm with putting to your bed on your own, staying long enough to tuck you in before retiring to her separate room for the night. She’d reasoned to herself it was good to have time apart, to prove to herself both that she could trust you to stay put and her to establish a routine. Night after night of dragging you back up the hall to your room and dealing with your sleepy cries had worn her down— now you slept in either of your bedrooms, together.

Your shared days now ended with an abundance of gentle intimacy, a new routine created to account for the unexpected closeness. Despite the gray circumstances bringing you together, a secret, less confident piece of Wanda expected you to resent her and keep distance whenever you could the more free will she gave, but you continued to surprise her.

Unbeknown to you, he genuine devotion only seemed stoked her need to control.

Standard practice meant Wanda always asked if you had to use the bathroom after your evening bath, but tonight you'd refused, impatient to get into bed and snuggle with your mommy. There was gentle suggestion that you at least try, but when you looked seconds from stomping your foot, Wanda relented, not wanting to fight over something so simple.

Now though, you paid the price, squirming as as you struggled to find the most comfortable position, something that typically wasn’t so hard when Wanda was stroking your skin and telling you a story. Typically perfectly intuitive, you assumed she’d stop speaking and lead you to the bathroom, having expecting some gentle admonishment while she sat you tired form on the toilet, but Wanda ignored all your hints at discomfort.

Eventually the pressure was too much and guessed your punishment must be the confusion of being left to your own devices. Alas you guessed wrong and the moment you twisted to sit up, Wanda held you back.

"Lay still and close your eyes, dolly. It's time for bed." Playing dumb was cruel when Wanda so clearly knew what was wrong, skirting a hand under your sleep shirt before pressing lightly on your sensitive belly. Wanda liked to call them your wigglies, called them so whenever they cropped up, quickly inquiring which problem possessed you; a telltale sign she needed to check in. Tonight, she remained willfully ignorant.

You whined into her neck, hips rolling into her thigh as you shuffled clumsily atop her, hoping if you burrowed deeper she wouldn't be able to make it worse. It proved to be a false hope once that same devious thigh bent between yours. "Wanna get up.."

“Why’s that? Does your tummy hurt?” The shy nod was as far as you were willing to confirm, lifting your hips to keep away from her teasing. You were still sparing with your words, much more used to actions or motions to communicate, but as soon as Wanda started letting you speak she expected proper response when disciplining you. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Resting on your knees gave Wanda just enough space to splay her hand over your stomach as she did when it ached, but for your current plight the warmth of her palm atop your bladder felt too taunting. “Can I go pee, mommy? I’ll be quick!”

A speedy return was far from Wanda’s concerns; watching your struggle set off a new lightbulb within and exhausted as she was, she deferred to her curiosity.

Wanda’s subsequent too tight squeeze left you clamping your legs about her waist, focusing on holding that heavy, full feeling inside. If she’d stopped there you’d surely run as fast as your legs would let you, would surely think twice before stubbornly rejecting Wanda’s suggestions, but the basic behavior of minding her in the future wasn’t sating her interest. "You told me twice you didn't need to go; either you lied or you didn't know any better.”

You so rarely second guessed her, a quick scan of your thoughts earlier confirmed you only did so tonight in the name of skipping to another nightly cuddle… Poor thing, you really did always mean well, but sadistically, she longed to impose more memorable consequences. “From now on you're going to listen to me, aren't you?"

The resulting agreement was expected, your deference was almost always automatic particularly in quest to get what you wanted faster. Wanda would give it just, not how you imagined. "Go ahead then, sweetheart, you don’t have to get up. Let go and we can go to sleep."

Almost.

"But that's messy…" Surely she was joking; the messes you left on the floor or at the dinner table were the primary reasons you found yourself in trouble. Brain already stretched dozens of ways, you could only imagine she was waiting for you to slip up. There was the occasional time where your mommy would give you the opportunity to prove yourself, one choice she’d guided you towards once or twice and one obvious misstep you still sometimes mindlessly fell for.

Worriedly pouting lips betrayed your conflict, trapped body twisting more sloppily as the seconds ticked on. Admittedly, she acted a bit out of character in accessing how much progress she’d made with her new toy. Slowly the witch had been relinquishing her hold on your will, hoping it’d been long enough you’d bend to hers without struggle. At the very least, tonight was now an exercise in how far you’d come.

New freedoms aside, she didn’t want you to think, certainly not hard enough to debate her commands. “Did I ask you about the mess?”

Silence wasn’t enough, Wanda’s free hand tugging the ponytail she’d lovingly tied in your hair just over an hour ago. The swirling red tendrils forming in her irises signaled she meant business; whether Wanda’s eyes changed on purpose or not was a question you had yet to ask aloud, but you knew well enough she’d reached the end of her patience. “Speak up when I ask you a question.”

Combined physical and mental pressure was too intense to bear, pitiful whimpers catching in your throat. “N-no, you didn’t…”

“Then don’t worry your silly head.” Her fingers were so soft on your cheek, petting your rapidly heating cheeks and saying nothing of the tiny spot of wet that spilled atop her thigh as you faded into her— before you caught yourself. Either the missteps weren’t obvious enough or Wanda hadn’t done proper work on your hesitation. Wanda laughed at your panic, holding your jaw until you finally understood you needed to stop fighting her.

“I don’t have to go anymore,” The whisper was such a blatant lie, one Wanda nearly slapped you across the face for… but she’d resolved early on to never scare you so terribly again. Gentle things often did best with equally gentle punishments.

Your mommy took in the pathetic sight of her doll, stuck swimming in her struggling thoughts, and oh she felt bad. It’d be nothing to whisk thoughts thoughts away, to leave you again as nothing but a dumb thing without a care for any perceived standards. She feared you’d never learn if you didn’t do so for yourself and so, agitated as you were, Wanda decided to let you drown if you insisted on it.

“No? Such a fuss for only having to go a tiny bit,” she chided, loosening her grip despite your continued clinging. Guiding your lower half down alongside her leg, Wanda’s demeanor turned around, once brutal and probing now lighter than a feather and you felt as though you were suffering from severe whiplash.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you -you didn’t even convince yourself, legs still clenched desperately about Wanda- but she played pretend, shutting off the lone bedside lamp and shifting so you both laid down. “If you’re really all done then it’s past your bedtime. Shut your eyes and rest.”

And that was all she said. No goodnights or further affection, just lights out and quiet. You’d be a fool to think Wanda would let you slip away to the bathroom now, her only given solution hanging pendulous above your too fuzzy head. The longer you lay there, the more confusing refusing it seemed.

You didn’t know what tiny voice in your brain convinced you to suffer and think, but as the minutes ticked by in the dark, you grew to hate that sound. Whatever it was wasn’t your mommy, the only person you ever wanted to please. Listening to it only got you an awful tummy ache and distance between you and her, having spoiled your cozy moments with Wanda.

Letting Wanda decide was easier, much less work than the headaches resulting from making any right choice. Mind made up, your abdomen was the only thing nagging you now, but you were still bashful. “Mama?”

“What is it, little one?”

Her voice was the calm to your inner storm, tone sweet and oh so loving. “…maybe I have to pee more…”

“Be a good girl and do as mommy said.” A simple kiss sealed your fate, relinquishing the last bits of hesitancy in favor of your mommy’s soft lips on your forehead.

Gratefully she allows you to burrow into the crook of her neck, still a little too embarrassed to face Wanda as you relaxed, freeing your pent-up belly with a slow stream, spreading warmth growing on her hip. She praises you through it, comforting hands stroking the small of your back, distracting your overexerted brain from your damp underwear.

“There you go, now doesn’t that feel better?”

A subtle excitement lingered between your thighs, one you’d ask to explore another time when you had the energy. “It feels icky..”

Wanda cooed at your exhausted observation, patting your backside in an effort to keep you calm and quiet. “I meant for your poor tummy, but I’ll fix that too.”

Her favorite parts were always the consequence and the aftermath, savoring what an honor it was to take care of you long after you’d be able to care for yourself. That was her job, after all, tending to your needs and protecting you, even if sometimes it was from yourself. “I’ll clean you up in a bit, I promise.”

Your hazy gaze searched the brunette’s face with unfiltered confusion, desperate to be back under Wanda’s tender care. It was true; she always left every aspect seamless, never asked you to think about anything— so why were you? No more questioning her, you promised yourself for a final time, right then and there. “Are you mad at me, mommy? Did I mess up badly?”

“Oh, no no,” she soothed, rubbing your bare shoulders before tightening the plush comforter around them. “You did such a good job, sweet pea! I’m so proud of you.”

“Even though I lied?” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Wanda unbuttoning her silk shirt and you wiggled down on instinct, ready to round out your bedtime routine. Preening under her affections was second nature, obedient and kept a state you were more than willing to accept.

“Yes, even then, but don’t do it again.” Wanda rewarded your eventual good behavior by guiding you down until wet lips captured her pert nipple. She knew her smart girl would come around sooner rather than later and as she studied your now fully unwound form, not a singular worry pecking at your cute head, the older woman basked in the genuine pride she held for her work. “I only want the best for you, my love. You’ve got the big job of telling me the truth so I can look after you properly, I know you can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was a muffled mhm from somewhere, much more preoccupied with the overwhelming comfort you basked in. You didn’t struggle to ignore anything now, head feeling lighter each second you melted further into your mommy, heavy lids fluttering closed under the gentle brush of stray hairs tucked behind your ear, her oh so soft hum of a melody that’s quickly become your favorite song…

Some time in the night you stirred, still heavily draped over Wanda’s sleeping form, and where you expected to feel sticky and uncomfortable, a shift of your thighs confirmed you were back to normal. You wore the same pajamas, woken in the exact position you’d dozed off in, and yet… it was as if nothing happened. Wanda’s lax cuddle wound around your midsection tighter, nurturing squeeze prompting your head to lay back onto her chest. “I told you mama will always take care of you, dolly. Now go back to sleep.”

[rose-gold-bullet]

[𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞] Chamber x Reader One Shot

Summary: You’re an agent for the Valorant Protocol who deeply values their morning routine of drinking coffee alone. That is, until, the new guy gently disrupts it.

warnings: trauma from missions, insomnia, mostly comfort/fluff though

You woke up abruptly in a cold sweat, an experience that's common yet seldom talked about within the Valorant protocol. Mission after mission, kill after death, it's bound to take a toll on one's psyche eventually.

Alas, you were up now, which was slightly less upsetting than returning to your dream. You checked your clock; you rarely got enough sleep, but maybe today you've gotten lucky and achieved Sage's recommended 8 hours.

"5:30?" you muttered to yourself, "Typical." With a groggy stretch and yawn, you dragged yourself out of bed. Skye and Deadlock have probably already left for their morning run, and you were sure the other agents wouldn't be up for a few more hours. Might as well just keep your pyjamas on then, surely no one was going to see you anyway.

You got ready for the morning and left your room to find the communal kitchen. It was a bit early for breakfast but you figured it was as good a time as any for an absurdly large mug of coffee.

You put on a pot, plopped down on a nearby chair, and rested your eyes as you listened to the coffee machine slowly do its work, drip by drip. These mornings were quite peaceful, all alone as the sun slowly greeted you through the windows. You were used to working in solitude, so switching to cooperating with Valorant has been quite a struggle. The agents were kind for the most part and you were grateful to be a part of such a caring team, but you still cherished every moment you had to yourself.

Moments later, that time alone was interrupted by footsteps making their way towards you. You let out a sigh of annoyance and opened your eyes to witness a complete stranger wander into the kitchen. They were possibly the most attractive and elegant man you've ever seen, and it admittedly took a moment to stop staring.

"Um," you started, before realizing you were still in your quite revealing pyjamas. You cleared your throat in a meagre attempt to gain your composure, "I... don't believe we've met. You must be the new recruit I've heard about. Chamber, I think it was?"

He was already at the coffee machine, searching  for the biggest mugs he could find. He glanced over to you, admiring you for only a moment before going back to searching the cabinets.

"That's right. It's a pleasure to meet you, chérie." He didn't ask your codename, probably because he's heard about you already. "Do you take anything in your coffee?"

You blushed at the pet name he's assigned to you so casually. Despite the intrusion, it's quite nice having someone make you coffee without you asking.

"Cream and sugar, please." He nodded and silently prepared both coffees before handing you your mug and sitting across from you, and you briefly caught scent of his expensive cologne. You took a sip of your coffee; he prepared it perfectly. You thanked him again and placed the mug down.

"So, Chamber," you started, "What are you doing awake so early?"

"Ah, I'm a weapons designer, you see. Sometimes inspiration strikes, and sleep must have to wait. Not only that, but it's rather hard to sleep comfortably in a place like this, no? I'm much too used to my home back in Paris." You nodded along, but you were only partially paying attention. You were already distracted just by his voice, and you nearly didn't hear his question, "And you? You seem quite tired, chérie, I worry you should be sleeping."

"Oh... I'm a bit of an insomniac is all," you lied, "Today I just got unlucky." In reality, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the days when your dreams weren't plagued with the horrors of the battlefield, but that's a bit heavy for a man you've only just met.

The silence was surprisingly comfortable, only occasionally making small talk but consistently enjoying each other's company. You were both mostly lost in thought, sometimes glancing at the other just to appreciate their beauty. Neither of you had really noticed.

"So," You break the silence. By now your coffee is only half full. "How do you bring your weapons into battle? The protocol has a policy of only buying from our manufacturer." You see his eyes light up at the mention of his passion before summoning a sidearm from the tattoos on his body. He chuckled at your bewildered expression before returning his gun back to his skin.

After a moment to take in what you just saw, you finally responded.

"That's... unique. Um, if you don't mind me asking, just how many of these tattoos do you have?"

"Would you like to come back to my room to see?" He flashed you a devious smile, and you almost choked on your final sip of coffee.

"You're quite the flirt."

"Only for you, chérie."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn't waver. "You know how to flatter too. But the others don't trust you, and unfortunately, I'm sure there's good reason for it. It's going to take more than some smooth words to get me into bed, I'm sure you understand." you stood up and took his empty mug before washing them both and putting them away. You were too focussed on the mugs to see the look of frustration on his face. He was a perceptive man, but he didn't know the others thought so poorly of him they felt they had to warn you of his existence.

"I'll see you around, Chamber." You gave him one more smile before leaving to return to your room.

"I look forward to it, chérie."

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You never would have guessed it, but that brief conversation with the frenchman had changed your morning schedule ever since. For the first time since you've joined the protocol, you truly looked forward to having your alone time interrupted.

You didn't know it, but the reason you've met Chamber so late was because the other agents actively prevented it. You were smart and independent, but your friends simply loved you too much to leave someone like you with someone like him.

Luckily for Chamber, you were both early birds, and no one was awake to keep you two apart during your morning coffee. Maybe he hasn't been the most... transparent man in the past, but he's made it his mission to prove to you he's someone you can trust. It didn't take long for him to fall in love with so much more than just your appearance, and even the others had noticed he'd stopped flirting with everyone except you.

Today, like any other day, he woke up early. Though he didn't need it, he had set an alarm for 5:30 ever since your first morning together to ensure he was able to make you coffee on time.

He put on his typical suit you mentioned you liked, and quietly made his way to the kitchen.

As usual, he'd made you both coffee and had sat down, but for the first time in months, you were nowhere to be seen. He waited as long as he could, but he eventually got worried. Did you find something out about him? Were you scared of him because of it? He shook his head in an attempt to silence such thoughts, but he couldn't even finish his coffee before promptly heading to your room to make sure everything was okay.

He hesitated for a moment before building up the courage to knock.

"Ma Chérie?" His voice was gentle, "Is everything alright?"

No response.

"May I come in?" He asked after a moment. He was hoping you were just sleeping, but you've mentioned your nightmares before and how they're even worse than what most of your coworkers experience. He heard the faintest choked sob from the other side of the door, and took it as permission to enter.

There you were, crying silently on your bed. You were too exhausted to even be embarrassed by your now best friend seeing you like this.

"Oh, chérie... What's the matter? Is there anything I can do?" Chamber cautiously made his way to the bed. He wasn't used to comforting people, as he's never had as close a connection as he had with you. All he knew was that he desperately wanted you to feel better.

"It... It was just another dream. It's nothing." You tried so hard to mask the fear and sadness in your voice, and Chamber saw right through it.

"Can you tell me about it?"

You didn't respond. How could you tell him that his imaginary death is what brought you over the edge? That you've fallen in love with someone so deeply the thought of them leaving is unbearable? Especially when that someone is an attractive millionaire with thousands of potential girlfriends to choose from? The last thing you needed to hear was his smug laugh as you fuelled his ego.

But his ego was the last thing on his mind. More than anything, he just wanted you to feel better. "Please?" He asked, softer this time.

After a while, you finally answered. Your voice was hoarse and you could barely speak. you must have been crying for hours.

"You died. We were on a mission, and I couldn't help you. Sage couldn't save you. You were gone." The tears returned, stronger this time. "I was alone again."

Chamber was shocked. First of all, him? Dead? Impossible, he was simply too good. Second of all, he couldn't believe the mere thought of his death was affecting you like this. He was quite confident in himself, but to him you were magnificent, and he had figured you could never care for him the way he cared for you.

"There's no need to cry, mon amour. I'm here now. You know how safe I am on my missions, I'm not going anywhere." He sat down on your bed and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it tight, thankful for the reassurance. After a minute, he spoke once again.

"I have dreams like this too. About you." your sobs went quiet as you tried to focus on what he was saying. "I wouldn't be able to go another day without you, chérie. But I know how much of a menace you are on the battlefield. And even if things get... complicated during these missions, I will always put you first. I'll die if it means ensuring your safety. That's what I tell myself whenever I have dreams like these." He paused. He's a flirtatious man, but he's never said words like these out loud. He wasn't sure if now was a bad time, but maybe it would at least distract you from your dream.

"I love you too much to ponder you leaving me. It'd be torture." He finished.

Your eyes went wide. You were too stunned to speak. You both stayed like that for a while, you curled up in the fetal position with the now slightly disheveled man sitting beside you, holding your hand.

with a shaky breath, you finally spoke. "Can you please lay with me?"

He was surprised, but happily obliged. he loosened his tie and got under the covers with you, before gently placing an arm around your waist. He treated you like glass, or like you'd disappear if he did anything more.

"I love you too, Vincent." you smiled, and your tears slowly halted as you felt sleepiness take over.

He pulled you ever so slightly closer to him, and a single tear escaped him and found its way to the pillow under his head. He was grateful you were turned away and couldn't see.

Tomorrow, you will both be sent on your next mission. You'll both have to kill. You'll both have to see the person you love more than anything get shot at. You'll have to report back to Brimstone once it's over and pretend to be unaffected by the violence.

But that's the last thing on your mind. Today is the first time in months either of you had stayed in bed past 6 am. Chances are, you'll both wake up hours later, your bodies finally catching up on some much needed rest.

For the first time in months, you won't suffer from nightmares. He won't lay awake, fearing the other agents will finally convince you to avoid him.

The coffee he brewed for the two of you will get cold. For the first time in months, it will sit abandoned in the communal kitchen, for all the agents to see and wonder where you both went. And the two of you couldn't care less.

Notes: -2,119 words -allat just to be hardstuck silver is crazyy -cross posted from AO3 and Wattpad! thanks so much for reading <3

[hikarry]

You know who loves casinos? Crowley. Because he has a lot of luck in the game. Luck of the devil and all that

Every time he is (lowkey) forced to go to America, even if he is just supposed to pop up into Mississippi, he eventually finds his way to Vegas and spends at least a week there. Not only is it an excuse to wear his best clothes and look his best, but hey, Vegas is a pool of sin. Greed. Lust. Envy. Easy ass temptations. It's his element

At some point in time, while in Vegas, he comes across the angel. It was unexpected, surely, but a nice surprise nonetheless. As an angel, Crowley would have thought Aziraphale would stay as far away from places like these as possible not to get tainted by all the sins, and yet, here he is.

"Angel." Crowley approaches him from behind, leaning on the bar next to him.

"Crowley." Aziraphale answers, not looking up from his wine glass.

"Never thought I would find you in the Bellagio. Or Vegas in general, for that matter."

"And why is that?"

"Oh, you know, all the sin. Everywhere you look. Must feel like an itch to your..." He wiggles his fingers. "...angelic senses. Popped around to bless some poor, corrupted soul?"

Aziraphale finally looks up, offering him a smile.

"If you must know, I'm on vacation."

Crowley lifts an eyebrow over his sunglasses.

"Vacation?"

"Indeed." Aziraphale turns around on his seat, so he is not facing the bar anymore, but the populace in general. "Wanted to know what all the fuss about this place was about."

Crowley mimics him, leaning both his elbows on the bar, watching the people around the hotel.

"And? What's the verdict?"

The angel sighs, looking up at him again, as Crowley looks down at him as well.

"I've mostly been watching the live shows, honestly. Some are good, most are mediocre. I've been waiting for the right time to try one of the casinos."

"And what, exactly, is the definition of 'right time'?" Aziraphale opens a slow bastardly smile in his direction, lifting an eyebrow. "Oh." Crowley smiles back, slightly leaning in his direction. "Angel, you been waiting for me. What a gentleman."

Aziraphale chuckles and gets up from his seat, running his hands down his clothes.

"I could feel your presence as soon as I stepped out of the airplane, my dear."

"And what best way to fall into sin than with the devil himself at your side, is it?" Crowley offers him his arm, but Aziraphale bats it away playfully.

"Don't say it like that. I'm merely curious as to why humans seem to enjoy the dangers of gambling so much." He gestures towards the entrance of the casino. "Shall I tempt you into keeping me company?"

The demon snorts, giving the angel a final once over, before offering him a cocky smile and setting his hand on the angel's lower back, guiding him to the casino.

"Aren't you a box full of surprises." He leans closer and whispers on Aziraphale's ear before straightening himself and looking for some avaliable space at a Russian Roulette.

Alas, Crowley is certainly lucky at the game, but so is Aziraphale, even though he wouldn't call it luck. He would say "it's simple strategy, dear boy!"

They play many games through the night, but they spend most of their time at the poker table. Crowley's poker face is good. It comes with the job description. And he's got some extra points because of the sunglasses. But, surprisingly so, so is Aziraphale's. He is so good, in fact, that they stop playing as adversaries and form a team. With 6000 years under their belt of being secretive, they read each other's subtle signs easily and clean the tables like a very efficient money vacuum. They work so good together they fall into suspicious of cheating and, before they are thrown out, they collect the money and leave of their own accord, right in the direction of the bar where they get absolutely plastered.

"Anyway, until when are you staying? If given two more days I'm sure we can clean the whole of Vegas!"

Aziraphale snorts into his whiskey.

"I don't know, my dear. I think I've had excitement enough for the next year."

"Aww no!" Crowley fully tuns towards Aziraphale, laying his hand on his shoulder. "Cmon, we killed it! We could leave this place multimillionaires!"

"You know we, technically, already are, dear boy. We can literally make money out of the aether."

Crowley rolls his eyes, giving Aziraphale's shoulder a little push.

"It's the principle of the thing. Money won, not made. It has a whole other thrill."

"Mmh." The angel stays in silence for a couple of moments, looking at his glass, until he looks up at the demon. "Where are you staying?"

"Here. You?"

"Four Seasons. Do you want to have breakfast with me tomorrow?"

"At the Four Seasons?" Aziraphale nods while Crowley takes a sip of his glass. "Meet you at 9?"

"At 9."

They did meet, indeed. And had breakfast together. And lunch. And dinner. And when Aziraphale was supposed to stay for only 2 more days, he expanded his stay to 4 more days to leave on the same day as Crowley.

I don't need to say they spent the rest of the days glued to each other. Crowley even changed his stay from the Bellagio to the Four Seasons to be more "efficient", or so he says.

They explored the whole Strip and cleaned every casino they set foot in. Aziraphale made a schedule with all the live shows he wanted to watch and he dragged Crowley up and down the Strip to watch all of them and then give a very detailed review to a very drunk Crowley in his hotel room at the end of the day (aka never before 6am).

After the Second Coming, already living together in the cottage, Crowley will randomly remember that week and ask Aziraphale if he wants to go on a quick vacation and give Vegas a second spin. Aziraphale packs his bags in 35 minutes.

[ilikecrowns]

Closet

Alessia Russo x f!reader

Reader has liked alessia for as long as she can remember, alas it has always been unrequited, as alessia appears to be straight. That is until one day the news spreads something that she wasn’t ready for.

based on this request here

1k words (sorry it’s so short, i might make a part two)

warnings- none yet again! (i’m good at this)

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Watching Alessia in training everyday with the most adorable smile that's somehow always present on her face, completely and utterly destroyed me. There wasn't a hand I wanted more to hold, or hair I wanted more to softly stoke whilst laying besides her. Eventually, I decided it was best to get over her.

After all, she was straight, and would never ever want to be with me.

A sharp knocking on the door broke me from my pitiful state as I sat alone on my sofa, long past midnight, caressing a bowl of cookie dough ice cream. The only person I'd ever expect to turn up at my front door was the postman, and even then I probably see him far too often (my online shopping addiction is a matter to discuss on another occasion).

After shooting up from the sofa and practically spilling the whole semi-melted bowl of creamy heaven, I found myself standing at the door. Times like these make me realise a peephole is definitely worth it.

With no other way of knowing who on earth was banging on my front door at the devil's hour, the only thing for it was to open it up.

And there, looking in all her beautiful blonde glory was the one woman I swore to forget.

Alessia damn Russo.

"Hey...." she sheepishly smiled, clutching her arms in a feeble manner.

"Alessia," I stood there shocked, like a prey about to get pounced on. However, this predator was the most stunning, kind and adorable animal you'd ever see.

"I'm... i'm so sorry. I really hope i'm not interrupting you. It's just... I just," she started hyperventilating at this point, tears spilling down her cheeks faster than my hands could catch them.

"Less, it's okay, calm down, what's going on?"

"Someone... someone found me... found me kissing someone at a bar and and and-"

I raised my eyebrows, wondering where on earth this was going. I couldn't hide the sharp pain to my heart I felt as the words 'kissing someone at the bar' gave me, but right then I needed to be there for my friend.

"-and they took a pic and it's everywhere on the internet and now everyone knows, y/n/n, they all know!!"

I just looked at her completely bewildered.

"Everyone knows what, Less?" I never knew kissing someone at a club was the biggest deal in the world, but I guess some crazy fans certainly would find it to be the next focal point of their lives.

"Just... just look." she sobbed again, holding her phone out so I could see the picture she had up on it.

It was Alessia kissing a woman.

Rather awkwardly, I must admit. It looked like the poor thing didn't know her lips were attached to her face and that hands were absolutely not ever allowed anywhere near the person she was practically eating alive.

I raised my eyebrows, not sure whether to laugh at the hilarity of the awful kiss, or stay composed and empathetic for my 'former' crush.

"Honey...." I start, putting a hand onto Alessia's shoulder and offering her a warm smile, "Everything is going to be okay. Have you actually LOOKED at what people have said? You chose the right career to be gay in by the way, good job."

She gasped as soon as the word 'gay' left my mouth.

"Gay? I-i'm not..." she stopped, trying to find the best words as to not offend me, "I really really really just don't want everyone to know."

"What's the main reason behind that, Less?" I grabbed some tissues and dabbed at the tear stains around her eyes, followed by guiding her to my sofa.

"Because!" she exclaimed, getting up almost immediately after sitting down in an angry flourish.

I was almost astonished at the fact I'd completely glossed over the fact Alessia had kissed. a. girl.

"Lessi? if you wanted practice, you could have just asked me, by the way. That kiss looked painful..." I tried to make light of the situation, however soon after her meltdown it may have been.

She stopped her pacing, and turned to look at me.

A sharp blush instantly rose to her cheeks, followed straight after by a curious glint in her eye.

"You... you would do that for me?"

"I-"

"OH MY GOD Y/N I LOVE YOU!" her crying completely ceased, and she grabbed my face into her hands, planting a deep passionate kiss on my cheek.

All I could do was sigh to myself. If only she knew what she was doing to me.

The talented striker then gulped an entire glass of water in less than 10 seconds- which to me was hella impressive- and hastily applied about five layers of lipgloss to her lips.

"Alessia... I don't think this is a very good-" she shut me up with a messy, rushed and extremely, well, awful, kiss.

My eyes shot wide open, not in a million years had I expected my crush to kiss me and for me to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"God, Alessia, please tell me you didn't drink the entire bar," I face palmed, now finally realising how unbelievably drunk she must be to even consider doing something this bold.

"No no I just had a few, now sit still i'm not done!" She shut me up yet again with another bruising kiss, this time she tried sliding her tongue into my mouth which I absolutely was not having when she was so out of it. Plus, I was pretty afraid she'd eat me alive.

I gently pushed her off me, raising my hand to wave it in front of her still closed eyes and puckered lips face.

"Right, it's bed time! We will talk more about whatever the hell just happened in the morning, but for now, you need to rest. And for the love of god never get drunk again."

I wasn't sure how much I meant that last sentence, because no matter how painful that kiss was, I still got to experience what I’d dreamt of for years.

[stellar-haikyuu]

guardian deity ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader

synopsis: reader is incredibly unlucky with ball-related sports, but volleyball might be an exception, thanks to a certain guardian deity. details: silly/crack | accidental friends | opposites attract | first meeting | 1,277 words | gn! reader | requested by anon as part of my karasuno writing event | my entry for @phantasmaebg warnings: none!

You’re not exactly a sporty person. Why? Sports doesn’t seem to like you very much.

Regular exercise, running, swimming, cheerleading, and aerobics—those things were fine. But when balls were involved? You did not stand a chance.

It all started with dodgeball. The whole point was to avoid the balls, and for someone who sucked at ball sports, the fear should have made it easier. Unfortunately, you’re incredibly clumsy. You trip on a stray ball, falling to the floor. Within seconds, you’re pelted with more dodgeballs and called out of the game.

Basketball was terrifying, having to run into people and have them chase you. It was embarassing enough to be passed the ball, only to run in the opposite direction. That was the one time you were glad to be horrible at shooting. After that, you never tried to go for the ball. Your teacher was kind enough to never call you out on it—he quickly learns it’s not worth another clinic trip.

As if the close contact and chasing in basketball wasn’t enough, you’re thrown into soccer. With two left feet, this is the worst-case scenario. Now you’re definitely more aware of what direction you should be running in, but you cannot believe how easy it is for the opposite team to steal the ball. And the one time you’re running towards the right goal, you kick the ball way out into the field.

You beg for a break once high school rolls around, but it seems your prayers weren’t answered.

Handball…soccer but using hands, you think. With your lack of coordination, you often volunteer to be the goalie; at least you could block something with any part of your body. Alas, you’ve taken a couple of handballs to the face. 

And get this, you weren’t even in school for this one: somehow, you managed to damage bowling alley property on an afternoon hangout with friends. That also involved slipping on the bowling lane, countless balls in the gutter, and almost dropping a ball on your foot.

At this point, almost everyone knew about your laughable luck with ball sports—or lack thereof. You just sigh, hoping to see the day you are no longer obligated to do these activities.

“Would you mind giving this to Takeda-sensei at the gym? He’s coaching the volleyball team at the moment.”

You take the paper envelope from your teacher and nod. “I’ll get it to him.”

“Thank you, dear. See you tomorrow!”

As you leave the faculty room, you’re immediately filled with unease. 

You’d rather not enter the gym while a team is actively practicing, but you don’t really have a choice.

At least you’re not playing the sport, you think.

You step out into the open area, quickly locating the school gym. The squeaking of sneakers are audible from a distance, followed by some rather harsh hits. It’s enough to send a chill up your spine.

Slowly, you walk, trying to prolong the distance between you and the gym door. Eventually, it’s within arms reach, and you take a deep breath before opening it.

And goodness.

Aren’t you just lucky?

“Look out!” 

At first, you don’t register the warning, but the sight of a volleyball hurtling toward you is enough to snap you back into reality.

You raise your arms to protect yourself, hoping that for once in your life, your reaction time can save you.

But the ball never hits you.

Smack!

The sound of ball meeting flesh echoes through the gym, and it takes you a second to realize you’ve just been saved. 

A whistle blows, and the game stops. In the corner of your eye, you see the volleyball rolling away on the floor.

When you put your arms down, you see someone in front of you—a boy with his knees bent and arms outstretched. He must have taken the hit.

“Are you okay?”

“M-Me?” You stammer. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay!”

“Pfft, of course I am!” He gives you a reassuring grin. “Receiving volleyballs is my thing.”

You blink, unsure what to say to that.

“Hinata, you dumbass!” A yell takes you by surprise. “Look where you’re spiking, you nearly hit someone!”

“Huh? I still have to close my eyes, remember?” 

“Oi, oi, calm down you two!”

You’re momentarily taken aback by this display of team dynamics. You hope it’s not serious, considering that you’ve sometimes been on the end of a hotheaded teammate.

Thankfully, nothing escalates. In fact, Hinata—if you assumed correctly—bounds over to where you’re standing. “Noya-san! That was so cool! You moved so fast like zoom!”

Another team member with a buzzcut follows suit, clapping your savior on the back. “That’s our guardian deity.” Then, he acknowledges you with a rather unsubtle waggle of his eyebrows. “This guy has killer reflexes.”

“I see…” You respond, a little speechless.

The orange-haired boy somehow materializes at your side, jumping up and down. “Right? Right? Senpai is the best!”

You glance at this Noya-san. He seems to blush at the praise. 

Though he tries to act cool about it, you can tell it means a lot to him.

“Hey, uh thanks,” you state, finally finding the words. “For saving me.”

“No problem! It’s what I do!”

His glee is so infectious, you can’t help but feel energized. 

“Hello there, I’m Sawamura Daichi.” You realize that another boy is approaching all of you. “I’m the team captain. I sincerely apologize for this, we’ll be more careful next time.”

“Ah, it’s alright, I promise,” you shake your head. “I’m used to this stuff.”

“Used to it?”

“I’m really unlucky with ball sports.” You clarify. “If you’ve heard the rumors, then that would be me.” 

“Ah, I see.” Some sort of recognition appears on his face, though he doesn’t comment any further. “Anyway, is there something you need from us?”

You suddenly remember the envelope you’re holding in your hands.

“Ah. I was looking for Takeda-sensei. I had to give him this?”

“Oh, he’s over there.” He looks towards the other end of the gym, where two adults watch your group with curiosity. “Sensei, they have something for you!”

“Go on ahead,” Sawamura smiles. “I’ll give the team a break to avoid any accidents.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you bow to him before approaching the literature teacher.

As you hand over the letter and engage in some small talk with him, you can feel Noya staring at you from the distance. You try not to think much of it until your interaction with Takeda-sensei ends.

After making your way to the gym entrance, you give their team captain a thumbs up to resume practice.

He calls everyone’s attention, but Noya remains by the door, almost as if he wants to tell you something.

To your surprise, you decide to beat him to it.

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

His eyes widen. “Repay me? What? No, that’s…uh-”

Buzzcut passes by and dramatically whispers, “Garigari-kun popsicles. Soda flavor.”

“Ryuu!” Noya hisses, drawing a laugh out of you.

“Is that your favorite? I wouldn’t mind treating you to one.”

Noya seems to hesitate at your offer. “Only if you insist, but you really don’t-”

“I insist,” you cut him off. “You’re my one stroke of luck after years of being involved in ball sports. I feel like I should be honoring you.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out.

“Anyway, I’ll be at Sakanoshita until the evening to study. Meet me there, yeah?”

“I…okay.”

“Alright,” you turn to exit the gym. “See you after school, guardian deity.”

Before leaving, you pretend not to notice how his face flushes once more.

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

hi! love you and your writing ♡ correct me if I'm wrong, I read somewhere that you were a lady of the north! this might be super corny but i'll just ask: any thoughts on viking!König? 👉👈

I love corny things!! (like duh this man is the epitome of corny) 💕

His first crush was the local girl who made the most challenging tablet weavings in the whole village. Guy could’ve looked at her hands dance for hours (which he did, and made the poor woman very uncomfortable)

Went a bit berserk in his first battle – it’s basically inevitable with all that bottled up frustration

Earned all kinds of nicknames because of this, some of which are best left unsaid because he also fought his first battle naked (don’t ask why)

Wanted to be a stealthy archer but, well, we all know how that went… People used him to open thick wooden doors with the largest ax anyone had ever seen, and when he noticed he’s quite good at it, the bow dreams eventually wore off

The first time he saw a crucifix he mistook it for what we would call torture porn these days. Actually got excited about how this method could be used to get prisoners to talk but stopped rambling about it when no one cared to listen :/

First time a priest talked to him about baptism, he asked if it’s something he could eat

Was very interested in hearing stories about jötunns and secretly feared–or wished–that he was descended from giants

On the other hand didn't find the story about Thor getting dressed up as a bride funny at all :(

Got famous for his bad poetry, mainly related to his sad attempts to woo women. If he would’ve kept his mouth shut and settled for being big, broody and mysterious, women would’ve torn each other's hair off for him, but alas, he always opened his mouth in the wrong place and at the wrong time so no pussy for him

Some say he got hard once when a shieldmaiden slapped him, but that could simply be a nasty rumor

They say he retired happily to a farm somewhere with some slave girl he brought home from his adventures, and that he even married that poor woman. No one knows for sure; these are just sagas and tales because you only saw this self proclaimed king on raids when he was bored or unhappy. So everyone made the assumption that this big bear must be busy harassing his wife and getting cooed at, with a flock of unruly kids running in his feet everytime he tries to go and feed his goats.

[lovingherrscher]

To the anon I accidentally private answer your request without finishing 😭😭 prompt 7 & 38 with Dazai!

Warning: uses of drugs, non-con, dub-con, slight nsfw, lovesick!Dazai, this is NOT a healthy relationship.

“You’re weak. You need me.”

His voice came out a mere whisper as his fingers trail your fragile body.

Dazai has a habit of saving what's best till last, be it the strawberry on the shortcake you occasionally brought him, or the quail egg in the meat bun you two share on a trip down Chinatown. Even you. He knows that patience is a virtue, but he can't help himself when it comes to you. Just the sight of you is enough to make the brunette lost his composure, he wants you to be his and only his.

To him, you look utterly gorgeous, the way you waltz in the agency, the way you greet other members with that soft, angelic voice of yours. Love is blind, and that leaves no exceptions, not even Dazai can escape it. And of course he knew that. He had seen not one, but many who gone mad for love, and his only miscalculation was that he thought he could escape Cupid's arrow.

Alas, the last straw breaks the camel's back was when he saw you talking in such a casual way with a man he never met. He knew he must not let his old mafia self to have a grasp of him, yet here he is right now, standing right in front of him, staring at the void in Dazai's heart.

"You and I both know that we will eventually lost what we never want to lose. So why not act now before it's too late? Or is it that you prefer to see her cold, dead body in your arms, or maybe you prefer to see the fair lady in someone else's arms?"

No. Dazai wants you. He wants you to be his, and his only. Tightened the grip on his palm, he decided to let the demon prodigy, the former mafia executive takes place just this once.

You wake up to a familiar ceiling. It was Dazai's to be precise. You had seen this far too many, be it the countless times when you come over and cook for the detective to make sure he eats properly, or when you brought him some sweets you claimed to had 'accidentally bought too much' just to check on Dazai and his drinking habit, or those sleepless intimate nights when you two were moaning each other's names.

Dazai's fingers never stopped even once, by now they had already trailing up your thighs to your slick cunt, ready to dip themselves in your heat once more. He knew that you're awake, and yet the idea of stopping never once crossed his mind. His eyes cast over you, the way don't shine like how they used to sent chills down your spine, and the only thing you remember before falling into the hell of pleasure was his fingers making their way in your aroused heat and his soothing words sounds like a lullaby yet the same time sounds like calls from the abyss,

“I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even be able to think about anyone else.”

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Agatha Mentors (Among Other Things) A Butch Baby Witch. Pt. 1

CW for drugging (sleeping potion in a glass of wine) and dubious consent.

Partially clothed sex. Reader humps Agatha’s thigh, fingers her, and sucks her tits. Little bit of bondage (enchanted leather gear) Lots of praise and some degradation. Good girl and babyboy are both used for reader (I am a genderqueer butch who loves genderqueer butches)

You knew better than to approach Agatha Harkness. You had heard all of the stories. But she was your last hope.

You were an outcast among witches. You would hope witches would be above the radfem brainworms, but alas, you had been an outcast your whole life. Always just outside of what a woman, what a witch, was “supposed” to be.

Maybe Agatha could understand. Maybe you two could help each other.

She was sitting on her porch when you arrived at her address.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” She said.

“You know who I am?”

“I’ve heard talk for weeks of some butch baby witch that everyone has refused to teach. I’m guessing that’s you handsome.”

She smirked as you looked down. Easily flustered. She noted to herself. “It’s not your fault you know.”

You looked back up and nodded.

“It’s funny isn’t it. How easily some people are willing to turn on their own kind. How easily they use any scrap of power they have to marginalize others.”

You nodded again.

“You’re quiet. Well I suppose I can talk enough for both of us. Come inside my dear! Your back must be killing you.” She said, gesturing to your backpack.

You followed her inside.

“You’re not as scary as everyone says.”

“Well my dear, trust me when I say you don’t want to be on my bad side.”

You nodded your head in understanding and followed her up a set of stairs.

“Here is your room, set your stuff down here and we’ll continue our tour.”

You hesitated to let your backpack go. It was your whole life, packed up into a backpack.

She studied you and walked a bit closer. “Hon, your stuff is safe here. You’re safe here. I promise.”

You nodded and set your stuff down.

“What’s it gonna take to crack you open huh?”

Your eyes widened.

“Get you to open up sweetheart, I mean I talk to myself enough as is.” Agatha made herself laugh with that. Which caused you to chuckle too.

“Ah that’s a start. C’mon, hon.”

—

She took you all through her house, everywhere but her bedroom. She also walked you around her land.

“Tomorrow we hit the books. Make sure you have a firm grasp on the basics. If we have time we can do some potion making, if not we just do it the next day. For now, you’ll help me with dinner.”

Turned out that helping mostly meant staying out of her way, and occasionally opening a jar.

“Not that I mind at all, but couldn’t you use magic for this?”

“Oh sure, but where’s the fun in that.” Agatha said with a smile. “Not when I have a brand new butch roommate.”

You tried to hide a gleaming smile, you were unsuccessful of course so you looked to the side. Agatha thought you were quite cute.

Dinner was spaghetti with bolognese and garlic bread.

“You’re a good cook.” You said.

“Why thank you dear. Couldn’t have done it without your help.” She winked.

You two ate in silence for a bit. You looked around at the big, empty house.

“Hmm nobody taught you to fortify your mind hm?”

Your eyes widened.

“Go ahead and ask me, dear.”

“Do you get lonely?”

“Well sure dear, I mean I do have my rabbit, you’ll meet him eventually.”

“What? Did I miss him?”

“No dear, he’ll be around later. But he’s even less of a conversationalist than you hon.” Agatha teased.

You fiddled with your fork. “Sorry.”

“I’m only teasing,hon. I promise. We’ll be spending lots of time together, I’m sure you’ll open up sooner or later. One day you’ll stop being quite as scared.”

“They said no witch in their right mind would dare approach Agatha Harkness. Much less become her new jar opener.”

“Well my dear, I’m not interested in the company of right minded witches.”

You smiled at each other and finished dinner.

You did the dishes.

“You really didn’t have to do this, but I’m not going to tell you you shouldn’t.”

“Well you did the cooking, why should you have to wash up? Also you’re letting me stay with you…why are you letting me stay with you?”

She regarded you with an unreadable expression.

“I think we can help each other out.” Agatha said.

“How so?”

“You’ll see.”

—

You slept surprisingly well. The exhaustion of the day and the comfort of the bed took over you quickly.

A knock at the door awoke you. “Hey superstar! Time to get up, breakfast is almost ready and then we’ll head to my library.”

—

Breakfast was over easy eggs, bacon and hashbrowns, all cooked for perfection.

You learned that Agatha liked 2 sugars and no cream in her coffee. She learned that you liked it very sweet and almost as pale as her.

“I mean if you wanted some milk and sugar you could have just said that dear.”

“No caffeine that way.”

“Fair enough, drink up superstar.”

—

You brought in your own books. She shook her head at all of them.

“No this edition is awful, it was all you could find? Oh you poor lost soul. Sshh, darling I simply won’t hear it, you will borrow my books. We’re doing this right.”

She sat you down and had you review runes.

“It may seem boring but the fundamentals are very important dear.”

“I understand.” You fiddled with your quill.

“Waiting for a sign to start?” Agatha said, peering over your shoulder.

“N-no,” you coughed. “No ma’am.” You took a deep breath and got to work.

Agatha smirked above you. “Just ensuring your progress. Nothing to be nervous about love. In fact you’re doing really well, not so bad once you get started hm?” Agatha said to you in a surprisingly gentle tone.

“No ma’am.” You willed yourself to keep your quill steady as you sketched out more of the basic runes.

“So formal all of the sudden. I don’t know if ma’am is working for me dear.”

“Oh-sorry I don’t even know why I—”

Agatha put a hand on your shoulder. “Deep breath dear. You’re okay. You’re just nervous. Don’t wanna screw up in front of the great Agatha Harkness. I think a lot of people are so nervous because they’re so capable, they have such high standards for themselves. Sound familiar?”

You nodded vigorously.

“And it’s especially not easy when we’re told we’re not supposed to have these talents. You did well on your rune sketches. Let’s do something a little more exciting, to the cauldron!”

—

“I want you to make a sleeping potion.”

“Got it.” Simple enough. You thought to yourself.

You got right to work chopping your ingredients. You didn’t feel as nervous about Agatha’s eyes being on you.

Maybe you would have been if you could tell what she was thinking.

After about 10 minutes your potion changed to the proper color as it boiled in the cauldron.

“Good job superstar!”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Good work today. I see a lot of potential in you. Let’s bottle these up yeah?”

Agatha Harkness sees potential in me. You thought to yourself. Still beaming with pride over a simple compliment.

Aw did someone get a crumb of validation? Agatha thought to herself as you continued to grin.

You two cleaned up and bottled all of the potion. You didn’t notice when Agatha slipped a small bottle into her pocket.

—

The rest of the week went very well. You mastered casting protection runes. You gained confidence in your telekinesis. She taught you how to make more complex potions. Potions that could summon prophetic dreams. Potions that would energize.

You mostly managed to hold your composure when she would adjust your hands or peer over your shoulder. At least that’s what you thought.

Agatha enjoyed the week of teasing you. Watching your confidence grow with every word of praise she gave you. Her little superstar.

She also allowed herself to peer into your mind. Her favorite time was right before you fell asleep. Fuzzy images of you and her filled her vision. She knew what you needed.

—

Agatha surprised you with something after dinner during your first weekend with her.

“How old are you again dear?”

“24”

“Wow such a young thing. But old enough to drink yes? I’m pouring us some wine for a successful first week of lessons.”

“Oh I don’t drink often—”

“One glass dear? Indulge me.”

She looked at you with those deep blue eyes. How could you deny her? How could you deny the opportunity for quality time with her…

“Okay, just one though.”

“Of course hon.”

—

Agatha insisted you sit on the couch and let her bring the glasses out.

In the kitchen Agatha got down a fruity red, the slight sweetness of the very first potion you made would blend right in. She would have you soon.

“Here we are superstar!” Agatha said handing you a glass.

“Thank you.” You cautiously took a sip. It was nice. Sweeter than you expected, but you had often found wines to be too dry for you, so this was nice.

“This was a good year.” Agatha mused

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh I’m very trustworthy.” Agatha said. She was smirking about something. But you didn’t know what.

You took another sip. You felt heat rise to your face. “I can’t be that much of a lightweight can I?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“Cute.” Agatha said.

Your eyes widened.

“You’re okay sweetheart. Put your cup on the table for me.”

You did as she asked.

“Good girl.”

You looked at her, stunned at the pet name. A warmth spreading through you. You definitely shouldn’t have felt this fuzzy.

“My little superstar did a great job this week. Now I’m helping you rest.” She said as she moved closer and stroked your hair.

“Soo tired. Shouldn’t be…”

“Sshhhh listen to your body hon, don’t resist it, it’s okay. I got you, you’re safe here with me.”

Your mind was just on the edge of putting everything together when the potion took full effect and your eyes shuttered closed. You slumped forward into Agatha.

“There you go, good girl.” She cooed, just in case you could still hear.

“I have you now.”

—

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t your own in a room you didn’t recognize. You tried to get up but found your wrists were in cuffs clipped to a leather belt around your waist. You managed to sit yourself up, metal jingling as you did so.

“Aw is my superstar awake? You made that sleeping potion kinda strong huh angel?” Agatha said as she walked over to the bed.

“If you wanted to take my magic, why didn’t you just do that from the start?”

“Take your magic, you really think such a thing of me? Well, I’ll be honest dear, I thought about it. But why do that when I can take you, and have a magical butch house pet instead?”

“Take me? Housepet? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oooh that got an F bomb out of you. Maybe I should drug you more often. Make that mind all frazzled and pliable.”

You tried maneuvering your wrists to undo yourself from the cuffs.

“Oh you’re not getting those off, not with the enchantment I put on them. And there’s runes burned into the inside, so good luck trying to get them off through magic.”

“What-what are you going to do to me?”

Agatha smiled. She came over and straddled your lap. “I’m gonna help you stop worrying sweetheart.”

Her perfume was intoxicating. Her eyes were so pretty looking down on you. God how fucked up is that to think?

“See you’re worrying right now, I can hear it. And there’s simply no reason for it.”

She gripped your chin. “So handsome like this.”

She watched your eyes get wide then grow conflicted. “So cute to watch you struggle. Struggle with what you really want but feel you shouldn’t. I got all night baby, all night to wait for you to give in.”

She traced your jaw and down your neck. You leaned back to expose yourself more before snapping out of it.

“This is really too cute angel. I could just eat you up. And eventually I will.” Agatha chuckled.

You felt a wet spot form in your briefs.

Agatha got up close to your ear. “You keep forgetting I can hear your thoughts. That I can see inside of you.” She lightly grazed the shell of your ear with her teeth, causing you to gasp.

“Such a sweet butch. God the things I’ve wanted to do to you this week.”

Like what? You wondered to yourself.

“Oh every time your eyes went wide I just wanted you pinned against something with my thigh between yours.”

You shuddered.

“I could show you if you want.” Agatha laid you down and parted your legs with her thigh.

“I know you want this, but too much of you still wants to resist. Too much of you is so bent on denying yourself pleasure.” She pressed a light kiss to your left cheek, then to your jaw, then barely there kisses to your neck.

You panted, your head swimming with her and everything she was offering.

“It’s okay to let go, angel. It’s okay to give in.” Agatha whispered, working her way to the other side of your neck. She trailed kisses up your neck, to your cheek, until her lips were hovering over yours.

“Just say the word baby. I’ll take good care of you, but I need you to say it.” She leaned in so close, but didn’t quite kiss your lips.

“Please. Please Agatha—” you whined out.

“Good girl. No more resistance. No more resisting me.” She said before finally kissing you and pressing her thigh to where you needed it.

You whined and bucked your hips against her. Her lips were so soft. You gasped when she bit your lip. You let her explore your mouth before she pulled back up.

“How long has it been since you’ve been touched honey?” She whispered.

“Years.” You admitted.

“Years? Oh you poor thing. Bet it didn’t feel this good huh sweetness?”

“No ma’am.” You whimpered. Then realized what you said.

“Oh I see. Maybe ma’am works a lot better for me than I thought.” Agatha teased.

“Sorry—”

“Hush. Be good for ma’am. Keep humping me babyboy.”

“Yes ma’am” you whimpered. Desperately chasing more friction between your legs.

“Doing so good for me baby, but let’s get some of these layers off hm?” With a snap of her fingers your pants were done away with.

You shivered as the air hit your newly bare legs.

“Aw are you cold? Poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” She ran her blackened hands up and down the tops of your thighs. Then she readjusted to kiss all over them. Biting the sensitive part of your inner thigh. She was gonna mark you all up. You were all hers now.

You whimpered and squirmed from her mouth on your thighs.

“So sensitive, gonna have to hold you down huh hon?”

You felt something grip your ankles and hold you down. You looked to see it was her magic.

“I’ll teach you that trick eventually. For now just let me have my fun.”

She sucked one more deep purple mark onto your right thigh, before pressing kisses to your front through your underwear. Tasting what had leaked through from her teasing.

“Mmmm, so good.” She said against your front. The vibrations shuddering through you. “I could stay here all day, teasing you like this.”

She licked a stripe through the fabric before placing more kisses. “Tell me baby, do you want more.”

“Ma-ma’am don’t—Nothing under—please…”

Agatha moved from between your legs. Coming up to stroke your hair. “Sshhh it’s okay. You wanna keep those on?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“That’s okay baby. My sweet butch, thank you for saying something. My brave angel.” Agatha peppered your face with kisses.

“How can I help you feel good?” Agatha asked gently.

You looked at her, your eyes wide with nervousness.

“Tell me angel, before I just look into that dirty little mind of yours.” Agatha purred.

“Can-can you grind against me some more ma’am? Please.”

“You just love my thigh between your legs hm? My weight on top of you? Like having me all around you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good girl, good girl for asking. I would love to get you off in my thigh.”

Agatha kissed your neck while you rutted against her thigh. Chasing the pleasure that came with friction.

“So easy for me. Humping my leg like a good little slut. You know only sluts get this needy from this right?”

“Yes ma’am” you said breathlessly.

She sucked a mark onto your neck, causing you to speed up.

“Gooood girl.” She crooned in your ear. “Such a good, needy butch for me. Give me your pleasure baby.”

“Yes ma’am.” You felt your climax start to build.

“I’m so close ma’am, can I?”

“Can you what angel? Use your words.”

“Please can I cum, I’m so close ma’am please.”

“There you go. Be a good girl and cum for me. Let go for me my sweet butch.”

You rock against her and came with a series of whimpers and “thank you”s.

“So sweet for me. You look so good when you cum. So handsome when you’re all blissed out.” She kissed you and stroked your hair until you settled down.

“Can I touch you ma’am? Please, I wanna make you feel good too.”

Agatha took off her shirt. You found out she had no shirt on underneath. She traced a finger up from her breast to her collarbone. “You wanna touch me, baby? Want your hands and mouth all over me?”

“Please ma’am, please. I-I’ll be good I promise.”

“Oh I know you will, angel. Alright baby.” She flicked her wrists and your bindings unlocked. You sat up and reached for her.

She grabbed your wrists and guided one hand to her hip, the other to her nipple. “I want your mouth on my tits baby. Come show me how desperate you are.”

You thumbed one nipple while you latched onto the other. Circling it with your tongue, sucking it, but in it lightly.

“Fuck baby there you go. Like having my tits in your mouth? I bet. Bite me harder love to ahead.” She tangled her fingers in the back of your hair.

You bit harder and she let out a moan. “So good for me, my perfect pet. Mark me up pet.”

You moved to the flesh of her breast and bit down hard.

“Fuck baby, not so shy anymore huh? Gonna make me look all pretty? Gonna make me look like yours?”

She enjoyed the wide eyed expression you were giving her. “Don’t think about it baby, just feel, just do ask I ask.”

You left big bruising marks all over her chest.

“Look at those teethmarks baby. Bitey little butch hm? Oh I love it baby keep going. My other nipple needs attention.”

You were sucking her other tit when she led your hand down her soft stomach, to her naked thighs. You had no idea when she had done away with her bottoms.

“Keep sucking baby, but feel how wet it gets me. Feel how wet you got ma’am.”

You obliged happily. She was soaked, so soaked you had trouble creating friction on her clit.

“So wet,ma’am”

“That’s right baby, you did that to me. Can you slip into me baby?”

You leaned up for a kiss while you easily slipped two fingers into her cunt. She moaned into your mouth.

“Oh good girl, your fingers feel so good in me baby.” She bucked her hips against your hand.

“Wanna mark your neck ma’am, please?”

She looked at you, eyes wild with desire. “Gonna mark your mentor up? Want me to be yours? I suppose that’s only fair, seeing as how you’re all mine.”

“Yes ma’am, please.”

“Okay baby, fuck me with your fingers and mark up your ma’am’s neck.”

You did just that. Sucking deep purple marks onto her. Purple was her color after all. You loved feeling her squeeze around your fingers as you marked her all up.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close. Suck on my tits again baby. Bite my nipple again. Be my good girl.”

You did just as she asked, biting down as hard as you could on her nipple as you kept fucking her on your fingers. She fell over the edge, gripping the back of your scalp, her nails digging in. You were both moaning as she rode out her orgasm.

You slowly pulled out when she was done and immediately started cleaning off your fingers.

“Such a good girl for me, such a slut, do I taste good baby?”

“Mhmmm.” You moaned around your own digits.

“Let me have a taste then.” She said, pulling you in for a kiss. She lapped herself off of your lips and sucked herself off of your tongue.

—

“Told you I’d figure out how to crack you open. How you’d stop being so quiet around me.” Agatha teased when you had both finally settled down.

You were laying with your head on her chest. She was in a flimsy tank top and a pair of pajama shorts. You were in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Both so cozy together on her bed.

“I mean the drugging was a little overkill if you ask me.”

“Well I wasn’t asking you, now was I dear?” Agatha said, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You buried your face in her. “I guess not. You said into her chest.”

“Needed your defenses allllll the way down. And now look at us. Look at how we get to spend our nights now.”

You squeezed her closer. “Well now you can just ask, instead of slipping potions into my drink.”

“Well no promises there sweetheart. You’re just so fun to mess with. I’d never give you anything you wouldn’t enjoy though.”

You didn’t protest, you just let her lull you to sleep.

[muffinsin]

Hey, went to the mall got some shopping done. Passed by Spencer’s and Hot Topic and it made me think of alternate fashions and then grunge and then garage bands. Which eventually made me think of dani, whom I can’t not think of at least once a day. So here’s my idea:

Cassandra has her own garage band with 3 friends, one of them is s/o (you can choose instrument or if they sing). Band practice always happens at the dimi’s home and Dani likes to watch/listen in on their practice. Over time dani becomes enamored with s/o and they’ve also noticed dani for awhile. However, similar to my last request, this s/o is hesitant to try anything with Dani because of that whole “dating any siblings of your best friend are off limits” rule. Dani realizes this creates a standstill which results in her taking matters into her own hands by finding a way to get s/o alone without cass finding out.

My personal headcanon: Dani will literally become a chess master strategist just so she can smash💃

Not being able to stop thinking of Dani is so relatable lol! The Daniela brain rot is real XD

Masterlist

Daniela hums along as she hears the familiar tune of her sister’s band in the distance. She closes her eyes, humming and listening to the sounds of drums and beats, e-guitar’s and her sister’s voice.

While Cassandra sings, Daniela isn’t too bad herself. But singing isn’t what’s caught her interest.

She blushes as she hears the sounds of drums and thinks of you. She’s finding herself thinking of you a lot lately, but she just can’t help it!

You’re always so sweet to her, so polite and lovely. You even opt for bringing her small treats whenever you come over for practice! How could she not fall in love?

And then there you are, near her (well, not quite her so much as her older sister, but Daniela doesn’t mind that) so often. Surely you must feel the same? The little more than slightly delusional woman is sure of it.

She bites her lip as she listens to your solo, thinking of your arms and the muscles in them flexing as you bring the sticks down on the drum set. You’re so good!

The redhead wants to spend all her time with you! She wants to snatch you from the garage and bring you to her room, keep you there and lay on top of you as she kisses you, straddling you and feeling your fingers inside her overly needy core.

Yes, she’s so needy for you.

She loves the moments of privacy whenever she gets them with you, albeit those are rare.

Daniela hates how her sister scolds her every time she tries to snatch you from her. Cassandra has no reason being such an entitled brat! She can surely share you! Daniela considered going to her mother for this a few times, even. Surely Cassandra couldn’t expect her to do nothing at all!

Alas, Daniela started dropping subtle hints.

As if the very adamant and pink blush on her cheeks wasn’t enough.

She’s getting bolder and touchier with you, sliding her fingertips alongside your arms every time her sister does as much as turn. Daniela giggles every time when it makes you blush and look around nervously, and withdraws her hands in time for Cassandra to turn around and only spot her younger sister’s infamous innocent eyes looking up at her.

Daniela feels particularly needy when summer comes around and with that; you come around more.

And not just this, but the warm temperatures have everyone make adjustments.

Instead of sweaters and jackets and hoodies (which she might or might have not stolen and hidden in her closet when you weren’t looking), you sport tight shirts and even tops.

It makes her swoon, though inspires her.

Daniela grins at her own plan- it’s foolproof! She just loves to see you.

She adjusts her tight black tank top, her breasts nearly spilling by how tightly they’re pushed together and peeking out. Her hands grip the tray with lemonade glasses on top tightly as she makes her way to the garage with a sway of her hips.

She grins when she catches your eye, smiling innocently. She subtly moves the trail, and smirks when she notices your eyes dropping just as she had expected them to.

A pink blush makes way to her cheeks when it causes you to miss your cue and blindly hit in front of you, the tune off and loud.

Daniela intervenes when she hears Cassandra’s groan, the sweet redhead eager to protect you from her sister’s wrath. “Lemonade break anyone?”, she offers sweetly, and lifts the tray playfully.

A smile spreads on your lips. She bites her lip playfully when you grab a glass, eyes watching hungrily as you gulp it down. When you set it back down, your eyes once again find her cleavage. “Are you thirsty? I am”, she whispers with a small, playful pout on her lips.

She grins when she realises Cassandra’s back is turned on her and you while she fiddles with the microphone.

The redhead leans up to you, dark painted lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. “I’m so thirsty, will you help me?”, she whispers seductively.

You understand her words, and their meaning. Your eyes drop to hers, then back down to her cleavage.

You desperately try not to look, not to ogle your friend’s little sister. But it’s a losing battle, you know this. Daniela has always been somewhat irresistible to you.

Her sweet smile and innocent eyes, her playful and touchy demeanour and travelling hands. You feel lightheaded whenever she feels you up, hands and fingertips exploring and touching the dips between your arm’s muscles.

If only she wasn’t your friend’s sister and Cassandra’s friendship was dear to you, you would pluck this sweet, honey coated apple from its forbidden tree.

Daniela watches you turn, paranoid her sister will catch you this close to her. She bumps the tray against you, recapturing your attention.

When you lift the last glass, she watches you hungrily. You press it to your lips and take a sip- Daniela sees your tongue sliding across your lips beforehand. They’re dry and she smirks for a moment, knowing she is the cause.

She too glances at her older sister for a moment when the half drunk glass is removed from your lips and offered to her.

Daniela sets her lips against it eagerly, beautiful eyes looking up at you. They shine in the summer sun’s light.

One more turn to assure yourself nobody is watching, before you boldly reach out. You don’t know what’s come over you. You hold the back of her head, allowing her to tip it back as you lift the glass and help her gulp down the sweet lemonade.

Your hands withdraw just as fast, much to Daniela’s dismay. She pouts, a drip of lemonade running down her chin. She blushes when you catch it with your thumb and lick it off. Her eyes are set on you, and you feel like a deer caught in headlights. You know Daniela is off limits, and yet the vixen presents herself to you beautifully. As if she was right there and begging you to take her.

She’s grinning when she feels your hand on her hip, but is quick to frown when Cassandra turns to the two of you and your hand slips off her waist quickly. Your face is red, as if caught in the act. Daniela thinks it looks adorable.

“Seriously! Nothing left?”, Cassandra groans, then raises an eyebrow at the pair. She finds Daniela’s eyes, then frowns at her choice of clothing. Seriously?

“I can make more!”, Daniela chirps in, eager for another shot at flustering and seducing you. She wishes she could just drag you to her room already!

Instead, the brunette sister declines, and instead of you making her writhe and moan in bed, she is left groaning and whining when Cassandra scolds her and fixes her top to sit properly again.

The next time she finds herself staring at you, it’s when you stay over. A storm rings outside and shakes the trees, heavy raindrops fall from the sky. Cassandra and you had agreed you’d stay over for the night, hoping for clear skies tomorrow morning.

It was the ideal opportunity for the lovesick redhead!

She keeps stealing glances at you at dinner, and in return notices yours. She once again finds herself in a tank top, dark red with no bra under. She can practically feel you stare at her, her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

She quickly occupies the seat next to you at dinner, her heart beating fast. She barely gets the chance to be this close to you, even with company.

Cassandra sits on your other side, so far oblivious, but suspecting of her younger sister’s thoughts.

You gulp when you notice Daniela right next to you, tempting you. Your hand tingles for a moment as you fight the urge to set your hand on her thigh. When Cassandra sits down next to you and starts talking of next week’s band practice, it helps only slightly.

Daniela is all on your mind, her smell filling your senses. Even in this moment, she’s close enough for you to smell the sweet rose perfume she must have applied. You remember gifting it to her a little while ago, when you saw it in a shop and immediately thought of her.

Looking back, you’re thankful Cassandra didn’t mind this, a gift for her younger sister certainly seems odd.

But you can’t help but want to spoil Daniela. She’s soft and beautiful, sweet and fun. You want to shower her in not only gifts, but affection, and can tell she so dearly craves it from you. It’s adorable.

Yet you are aware of the unspoken rules of friendship. Wooing your best friend’s younger sister certainly violates such rules. Additional to this, you know Daniela is the baby of the family. While clearly no longer a literal baby, as the youngest she enjoys certain aspects. You know not only her sisters, which includes your best friend- you remind yourself, but also Alcina is highly protective of the young woman.

You know it would be best to stay away. The right thing, the only acceptable thing. Cassandra has been your friend for years. She’s also your teammate in the band, and lead singer. But Daniela…

You almost sigh, so lost in thoughts.

Black painted fingernails snap in front of your face and bring you out of your trances. You assure Cassandra you had been listening, but by the glance she gives you, she doesn’t believe it. Nonetheless she keeps talking.

You tense and barely hold back from jumping in when you feel a cold, petite hand on your thigh.

Daniela smiles upon feeling your soft skin through the thin leggings. She herself opted for black leggings that she knows hug her frame perfectly. She also knows you’ve noticed this the moment she entered the dining room.

She feels you tense for a moment, then relax. Your thigh is warm. She blushes upon realising where this warmth is coming from and giggles quietly to herself.

She plays a little more, a normal facade on her face as she eats, her hand squeezing your thigh occasionally. You tense each time, your hand gripping the chair tightly. You want nothing more but to touch her, and she is practically begging you to.

It would be a long dinner.

At last dinner too comes to and end, and after a long evening of teasing glances from you and Daniela, longing looks and bitten lips, it is time to retreat to your rooms.

Of course, Daniela offered up her own room, and pouted when this was shot down quickly by Cassandra, who claimed you’d stay in hers instead.

And yet, you feel the beautiful, auburn haired vixen calling to you as you attempt to sleep. Daniela is, as she is nearly every day for quite a long while, all that occupies your mind.

She startles when her door is pushed open, the book in her hand early falling from her. She smirks when she sees you in her doorway, and giggles when you quickly close the door behind you.

You jump, feeling her against you so suddenly. She moved so fast from the bed, its as if she teleported. You feel her hands on you, pushing you against the door.

“Can I help you, my sweet?”, she asks innocently. She gasps when you swirl her around and she is the one pushed up against her closed bedroom door instead.

“You know exactly what you’ve been doing to me”, you whisper. She shivers when your hands touch more as you get bolder. She’s in nothing but a light, pink and nearly transparent nightdress, with pink panties and a pink bra underneath. The colour matches the one of the blush occupying her cheeks.

“I need you”

The raw desire in your words makes her feel lightheaded. “I need you too”, she admits, her hands holding into your shoulders, before they slide to your strong arms yet again. She loves the muscles that have built there from playing the drum set and you know it all too well.

“Please”, she begs breathlessly, her pink, soft lips parted in a silent plea. Your thigh pushes between hers and she doesn’t hesitate to grind down on it, hips thrusting forwards.

“A-Ah..!”, she gasps when your hands cup her breasts through her thin robe. She feels you so close. Light pink painted nails dig into your arms. She’s on her tiptoes, and occasionally sinks down on your thigh to grind on it.

“You’ve been teasing me all day”, your whispered words make her head spin. She’s been fantasising about this for so long. “Not just today”, you add, moving one of your hands to cup her warm cheek. She looks up at you, begging for more.

You’re eager to give her the world and more.

“You’ve been teasing me since I’ve first seen you, your alluring presence all that is on my mind, each day”, you admit.

She’s panting for you, and it feels like you’re granted a piece of heaven. You feel her warmth and wetness against your leg.

“Please, my love”, she begs again. She feels so close, so sensitive and needy for you. Her back arches and she slaps a hand over her lips to muffle her moans. She wouldn’t want to have to explain to Cassandra what’s going on.

Your hands grope eagerly, but you don’t want her to cum just yet. You don’t know how many orgasms she can take before stopping, and you want to drag this out. You’ve been waiting too long for the sweet little redhead.

Daniela whimpers when your thigh is removed just when her legs have started trembling.

She watches with heavy eyes as you undo her robe and pull it apart, revealing soft, flushed skin, and a heaving chest.

“Beautiful”, you praise. She whimpers from it, growing even wetter than she already is. She feels your fingertips brush past her nipples and to her soft stomach. ��Exquisite”, you add. She blushes softly.

“To think I have been depriving myself of this bliss”, you gasp. She’s beautiful for you, arching her back off the door.

Daniela opens her eyes when she feels your fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Your eyes meet hers, looking for consent, and she gives it eagerly.

You waste no time pulling down the garment and lick your lips at the sight and smell of her. She’s so soaked, a line of arousal connects her to the panties, and her clean shaven cunt looks soft and tasty for you.

She bites her lip, watching as you swipe at the line of arousal with the tip of your finger, and blushes when you stick it in your mouth, moaning and humming. She tastes divine, and you’re thinking you’re due for dessert.

Daniela’s knee lifts, her smooth leg over your shoulder when you lean forward and drag your tongue over her clit. She moans, quick and breathless. You look up to ensure her hand is still over her mouth- it is. She’s trembling slightly, and feels warmth in her chest when you grip her hips to steady her.

“Good girl, that’s it, princess”, you praise, nodding to her hand over her mouth. She gasps at the petname. “We wouldn’t want someone to hear what I’m about to do to you now, would we?”, you coo. Her head is thrown back against the door when you lean forwards, tugging her hip until her leg is fully over your shoulder and she’s angled perfectly for you to access her soaked cunt.

She feels your tongue tease her slit, and moans and mewls when you finally take pity on her and push it inside. Her taste and smell drive you crazy.

Your nose brushes up against her clit with every stroke into her. She squirms, moaning and begging, her words and pleas muffled.

You’re eager to make the beauty cum, and she can tell. Her legs shake fast, her clit sore and sensitive from grinding on your thigh, now brushed against as your tongue explores her insides.

“Please, please I-A-AH! Please, my darling!”, she begs. You can’t deny your sweet beauty any longer.

Instead you double your efforts, hands touching and groping what you know is yours. Her thigh is so soft against your face, you make a mental note to bite it when you can.

Daniela cums in no time, shaking and shivering, yet keeping surprisingly quiet for you. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her legs shake when you move back from between them. You brush your tongue across her clit playfully, snickering when the woman squeals and her hips buck forth.

She allows you to drag her to her bed, face red as she is easily pushed down. “Stay, pretty girl”, you command gently when you see her attempt to reach you. She considers this a moment, then lets herself fall back on the bed, leaning up and supporting herself by her elbows behind her.

Greedy, wide eyed watch as you undress too. She’s waited so long for this. With your clothing off and tossed to the floor, you mount her again. Eager hands touch your curves and skin.

“Spread your legs, princess”

The flushed woman does so eagerly.

With slight confusion she watches you mount her properly, grabbing her thigh to guide yourself. A stunned gasp leaves her mouth when she feels your clit rub against her own, sensitive and teased one.

“You feel so good”, you groan among moans and gasps. Her breasts bounce as your hips thrust against hers. She grinds against you eagerly, moaning upon feeling your arousal smear all over her soaked cunt. It makes grinding that much easier.

“I’ll have to bring you another gift next time”, you gasp. She looks up at you, eyes lidded yet curious. “You’d look simply adorable with a dildo between your smooth legs”

She blushes. She wants to show you her collection, hidden in her drawer. What will you use on her? She moans filthily at the possibilities and giggles at your silly thought: you truly believe she doesn’t own a toy? Daniela isn’t as innocent as she looks, as you will find out in no time.

“G-Good..!”, she moans breathily, her hips shaking, her legs trembling. She shivers as she gropes her own breasts for you, pushing them up and toying with her nipples.

The sight is erotic, and makes you grind your hips against hers faster. You’re close, so close. She feels your chest, groping and dragging her nails against you.

“Please, my lo-A-AH! Please!”, she moans. Daniela’s lips taste of cherry and dinner when you kiss her. She moans and hums into your mouth, smiling happily against your lips. She tastes herself on your tongue.

“Mghmmmm yes!”, she groans, her head thrown back and eyes closed. She whimpers when you cup her warm cheek lovingly. “Will you cum for me, my beautiful Daniela?”

How could she possibly deny such a sweet request?

[whumpyreader]

Part One: Something Was Wrong

TW: near death experience, reference to past wounds, slavery

The snowstorm had been strangely persistent the last six months. In a land used to seasons, it didn't take the smartest human to know who caused the snowstorm. Already late spring, something had to be done.

Three taps against his shredded back shot a fire of nerves throughout his body. From being blacked out to suddenly meeting life again, Louie jerked hard.

“Easy.”

The breath in his throat turned into an instinct and he could not stop the hyperventilation when it came. The position he had dropped in once he had passed out blocked most of his airways. He struggled to push himself up on numb legs.

“Louie, chill out! The more you move the harder you're making it on me to release you.”

Release him? That is not what his memories reminded him. No! They beat him nearly to death, stripped him of his clothes and things, and tied him up in a snowstorm to die. He was to die. Something was wrong…deeply wrong.

The snowstorm came back to his existence. It howled and snagged his hair, beating him endlessly with its anger. And all the while he barely noticed it against the fear that filled his core with lead.

One more cut and he fell into the snow, completely lifeless. Hands picked him up and carried him into a home already warmed by a fire.

“Is he still alive?” one voice exclaimed.

“Yes, yes,” his rescuer stated. “Alive enough.”

Louie's ribs began to hurt with the hyperventilation. His back touched a bed and people stood over him, regarding him. The only way to make them go away was to close his eyes. So he did.

His body was so cold. Some parts were completely numb probably with frostbite. Other parts of him burned hotter than a branding. He had been so close to death. He had talked himself into how nice death would be compared to this life of his. And now…he was alive and Louie had no choice but to endure it.

Blankets, heated by the fire, fell over him. Hands rubbed at his limbs, eventually bringing them warmth. His breathing calmed. A cup of tea touched his lips and a hand, gentle enough, raised his head.

The treatment scared him. Never, ever in his life had someone cared about his comfort. Something was wrong…deeply wrong.

The tea settled nicely in his stomach and was immediately used up. His stomach growled fiercely when a hand picked up his shoulders and leaned him against the headboard.

“Louie.”

Louie peeled his eyes halfway. The group still stood around him except this time some were sweating and others had their sleeves rolled up. There were at least five of them. And Louie hated every single one of them.

Maybe it had been days or hours since he was given a death sentence but either way, this was the village counsel that had decided it. The reason for death? Too crippled to be of use.

“W-wha-”

“Shh,” the closest one to him, Alas, shushed. “Save your strength. We've decided you are not to die.”

But he had been so close.

“Look at me, Louie.”

He tried but his neck could not hold itself up. The hands scooted him down until his head lay on the pillow and he was forced to look at his keepers.

“We have one last thing for you to do.”

“If you succeed,” another voice chimed in and Louie's eyes were slow in finding who spoke, “we will not kill you this time. You can live out your days here. Still a slave but you will be treated kindly.”

His stomach flopped knowing this is when he would figure out what was wrong.

“We must send someone to stop this snowstorm. You are to travel to the other land’s prison. Release Ro and bring the creature to us.”

One member stepped closer to the bed and Louie gasped in terror, nodding his head frantically.

“Good. You have a week to return. If you run, hide, or fail, we will hunt you down and your death will be painful.”

“Wh-why-”

“No questions, Louie. You should be grateful to be alive. Rest. Tomorrow we expect you to begin your journey.”

[vellatra]

For the writing challenge how about Slow Dancing by V and Radiant Dawn? :)

You know what? I like you, and you've also been very patient (thanks! sorry!). Why don't you have TWO snippets? ;)

First, Radiant Dawn: 🐦‍🔥

"What's that?" asked Elincia, trying to peek over her shoulder.

A gentleman am I, and so should not

Blame you for ev'ry fleeting wish and thought.

But prithee, why must you confuse me so?

Your eyes tell me to stay, your lips say "go".

I trust I have made my intentions clear,

And that you know I love you very dear.

I only wish that you would do the same

And not play, with my heart, your little game.

Perhaps it would be better to depart,

And thus, protect my poor, love-stricken heart.

Alas! It is too late, I'll ne'er be swayed.

All my affections remain yours, good maid.

"Nothing!" Lucia stammered, stuffing the love letter into her pocket. Count Bastian would be the death of her yet.

When Nen came out of the mess tent, Neta was setting and the sky was rapidly fading to the burnt orange of twilight. The tents and shanties' shadows were lengthening across the charred earth, leaving New Silcard looking a bit gloomy.

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And now, the Silen Fah one! ☀️

"Matches our moods," Nen thought sullenly, shuffling down a "street" toward the lean-to he'd been sharing with Fabian and four jelturen. He had to give everyone credit; they'd all really tried to bring each other's hope back. But their town was burnt down, and poor little Trajeda... he hated to even think about it, but she'd probably burnt down with it. Tannufia, especially, had been inconsolable, no matter what anybody did. There was nothing to be done now... but that didn't make things any easier to bear.

Then Nen saw something that did make him perk up a little. His eyes were sweeping the hastily-planted gardens on the outskirts of camp... and he noticed Vixie. He abruptly rotated in his walk and strolled in her direction. She had her back to him and was pulling out weeds - a bit more fiercely than was entirely necessary. Nen stepped over one row and settled down to help.

"Oh!" said Vixie, glancing nervously up at him.

"Didn't scare ya, did I?" said Nen.

"...No, no it's fine," said Vixie, her face softening. Then she frowned a little and looked back down at her work.

Nen grunted, and worked side by side with her in silence for awhile. But it didn't take long for him to get uncomfortable. Eventually he cleared his throat. "So... what's been eating you?"

"Eating?"

"You know. Bothering you. Upsetting you. Keeping you up at night."

"You don't know that," said Vixie.

"Everybody with eyes knows that," he said, gesturing up and down at her disheveled face. "You're sleeping less than your sister and that's saying something."

"Why should I tell you?" Vixie growled, struggling against something with a particularly deep root. "We don't even know who we can trust anymore."

"Hey now, that's hurtful," he said, trying - unsuccessfully - to catch her eye. "You know you can trust me. What reason could I have to sell out to the Mervaturen? All my friends are right here. You're right here. I'd have nothing at all to gain, and everything to lose. I'm not the spy and you know it."

Vixie suddenly met his gaze. She was hard to read - her brows were furrowed, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of tears. "Why can't you leave me alone?" she groaned.

"Wha-" Nen started, but stopped when Vixie started to cry. He climbed over the little plants and pulled her into a hug - which, surprisingly, she did not resist. Somehow, this silence wasn't so tense, and Nen was able to restrain himself for awhile. So there he sat, in the lengthening shadows, with Vixie weeping softly into his shoulder, for quite some time. But all the while, his mind was racing. She wants me to leave her alone? But why did she let me hug her? She's hugging me back? Is she mad? Just dealing with grief? Why accuse me of being the spy? I kind of understand the other humans, but why her? ...Maybe if I confide in her, she'll confide in me?

"Hey," he finally mumbled in her ear, when the crying jag seemed to be winding down. "Can you keep a secret?"

Vixie pushed away immediately and sat back on her heels, frowning at him again. "Don't tell me anything," she huffed, wiping her eyes.

"Eh? I thought we just had a moment-"

"No moments!" said Vixie, standing up quickly. The tears were coming hard and fast again. "This isn't the time or the place for a moment!" She turned and ran down the garden path.

"I don't get it," Nen called, hurrying after her. "You've got a thing for me, I can tell that. But you're always pushing me away as hard as you can. Help it make sense!"

"I can't do this right now," said Vixie, spinning around to confront him, and starting when she found her nose practically poking him in the chest.

"Listen," said Nen, "we're all pretty rattled right now, I get that. But pushing your friends away and always assuming the worst isn't doing you any favors. Romance or not, I want to help you. So I've got this thing I haven't told anybody yet, and I want you to let me trust you with it. Can you do that?"

Vixie started to say something, but whatever it was caught in her throat. Nen found himself holding her again, and this time, she'd initiated the embrace.

"Right," said Nen, swaying slightly between the rows of carrots. "So..." he took a deep breath. Now that he came to it, he didn't really want to give away his secret. But it was something to help distract Vixie from... whatever it was. So he forged ahead. "I figured out my power."

"W... what?" she said, puling her head away to look into his eyes.

"I haven't told anybody because I can't control it," said Nen. "It's not a blessing so much as a curse, really. Sometimes, when I get too excited or upset... I turn into a dragon."

"What??"

"I can't control when I change, or when I change back," Nen hurried on. "I can't even control my fire breath all that well. I do more damage by accident than anything else. And everyone else's powers have come so easily... I just don't think they'd understand why I can't control it. So I haven't said anything. But that's why I've been disappearing for days on end. I'm not a spy. I'm a dragon."

"Oh Nen..." Vixie leaned her head against him again. "Why would you tell me?"

"Well..." he thought for a minute. "Because I trust you."

[silly-guy-123]

Mostly platonic but with a hint of romance if you squint

Anyway.

Badsansuary Day 4 - Compliments

Horror x Reader

(Also the rest of the Bad Sanses are here but they aren't the main focus)

“you look nice today,” Horror said.

The end.

JUST KIDDING!!!

It was surprisingly hot outside today, considering that it was winter. You weren't a fan of the heat when it went on for too long, but today you welcomed the change from freezing cold to somewhat warm.

You might even be able to go outside today without feeling like you're going to get frostbite.

But alas, you had nobody to spend the day with…

Actually. You did.

You almost forgot that you had friends, which was embarrassing.

Anyway, you got dressed in clothing appropriate for the weather. And you made sure to bring a jacket, just in case it got cold again.

One could never be too prepared.

Then you went outside, sending your friends a quick text that practically demanded they show up. But it was worded politely. You were so amazing at making things sound polite when you needed to.

Anyway. You had plans today.

A picnic!

You had been tracking the weather for several days in order to hopefully find a day warm enough for it.

You had prepared a bunch of snacks the day before.

So you were really hoping that your friends would show up.

You just had to wait.

Eventually your waiting payed off, because you could see the cracked skull of your best friend, Horror, along with your other skeleton friends, Dust, Killer, and Nightmare.

Yeah. All of your friends were skeletons. So what? They were better than everyone else. Even if they were a bunch of murderous hobos.

You had the picnic set up already. So there wasn't really a rush. You decided to have a bit of a conversation first.

“Can you believe how warm it is today?” You asked.

Nightmare just frowned. “Yes. I am, quite literally, seeing it with my own eyes.

“No need to be such a buzzkill!” You teased playfully, turning to the rest of the group. You opened your mouth to speak, but Dust interrupted you.

“don’t even start. we came here for a picnic, not a one hour rambling session,” he said grumpily, but there was a smile on his face.

Killer put his elbow on Dust's shoulder, leaning on him. “Awww, come on, you know, I think listening to them talk about the types of plants and their differences is fun. Why don't they tell us about it, hmm?”

“noooo!!” Dust said, pretending to be mortally wounded.

Horror just chuckled, “thanks for this, muffin. we all needed a break. you're the best.”

You tried to laugh it off, not used to being complimented so highly. “Haha! Anyway, let's eat, I guess.”

And so you all sat down for a picnic, and began to eat. Once the meal was finished, everyone appeared to be content.

“you made that? wow, thought ya bought it from a store or somethin’, ‘s really good.” Horror grabbed a second helping.

There was a chorus of agreement from everyone else except Nightmare, who preferred to just watch.

“Thank you everyone,” You said, trying to hide your embarrassment. You just liked to cook. You didn't need to be complimented for it.

Nightmare looked at his watch. “Oh. It's nearly 6pm. The sun will be going down soon.” He looked at you. “Hate to cut this short, but we must be going now.”

You understood. You just nodded, and went to pick everything up. Horror decided to help you, and you both went inside to put everything away.

“i meant what i said, muffin,” Horror said, “you really are the best.”

You began to blush, and decided to kick him out.

“Okayyyyyy, time to stop the unnecessary praise for something so simple! Bye bye!!! Stay safe everyone!!”

You said this after shoving Horror out of the house (you weren't actually shoving him, he only left because you seemed insistant) and waving at everyone before they left.

What a good day.

____________________

Horror belongs to Sour Apple Studios,

Dust belongs to Ask Dusttale

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas (I hope I didn't spell that wrong 😭)

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

[voidsentprinces]

Xenophobia is often associated with the fear of the foreign or what one might consider alien. But it is also known as Fear of the Unknown. Both definitions infect every inch of the Hydaelyn/Zodiark Arc. In how each expansion shows how the lynchpins of the narrative both fully accept it in a double edged sword sort of way.

The Garleans have a xenophobic destain for the Eorzeans who they see as weak and primative as the Beast Tribes. Because, like the Beast Tribes summoning their Primals, Gaius believes Louisoix called on the image of the Eorzean's Twelve to succeed in Carteneau. But, due to how Gaius functions as we see in Orphans of Werlyt Arc. He also sees potential wrapped in his xenophobia. That so long as you are of use to the Empire or his conquest, you are good enough. But he is clearly neglectful as we see how easily Varro just moves in to fill his power vacuum in both his, Nael and Nero's absence from their respective "projects". In considering Lahabrea could be playing him like a fiddle. In believing and relying on the Allagan Ultima Weapon to subjagate and prove his right to rule, which is why he had broken off without Emet's blessing to pursue the conquest in the first place. So while Gaius and Garleans are hypocritical from foundation to cause in that they fear the primal's power after Solus showed them the Burn and then again when facing the forces of Doma, the Confederacy and Eorzea. They are more than willing to place their faith in the unknown weapons of Allag or a simple soldier suddenly discovering cereuleum and making machines to run off them after being a timid, stoic figure previously.

In Midgardsormr, we hear about his traveling through the sea of stars and seeing all the dead planets and worlds. He does not know what caused this, he is younger than the summoning of Zodiark and yet Meteion had all the time in the world to destroy every planet but the Omnicron's and the Dragonstar which fell to war and destruction. His fear of the unknown manifesting in his indifference to Ishgard and the Dragonsong War and the blessing the Warrior of Light has been granted by Hydaelyn. Believing that weak mortal like us couldn't stand up to the despair that Venat must of notified him of. Which is why he calls the Blessing, a Curse. He has seen the destruction of this unknown despair but is willing to let the First Brood War against the various forces of Eorzea without oversight.

In the Holy See, who literally built a war against literal canonical aliens in the fight against Nidhogg's Dravanian Horde and through their xenophobic zealotry are also more than ready to suddenly turn to the alien concept of summoning a Primal based on their founding heroes of eld. How Thordan is so easily swayed by the whispers of Igeyohrm, Elidibus, and Lahabrea. And while seeming to himself to be fully in control of the situation. Becomes a Primal to become immortal to obtain the alien presence of a God. And doesn't even stop to consider, he is literally goading the Legendary Primal Slayer into conflict by doing so.

...Jesus Christ Stormblood. I do not think I am qualified to even begin on this. Doma and Ala Mhigo are beaten down for twenty years to be alienated from the prospect that they are free. They eventually submit to the Garlean rule because it is better than death. Living under the oppression is better than dreaming for better. They let it consume them, let it eat them, and fall under it. They reject their fellow revolutionaries who bring the outside power of the Scions because of this. They have seen the rebellion flag raised and lost their young and old alike in the revelry. Ala Mhigo having the freshest scars from Baelsar's Wall being a trick by Ilberd. Doma reeling from the death of their Emperor and perhaps his son Hien. The Oronir reject the outsider interference to the Rite of Naadam until they have given tribute and are welcomed in by the Mol. The Dotharl are indifferent to their pains. But when Garlemald marches on their lands, they go to the banner of their new leader by sacred rite. Elidibus and Asahi use Doma's overcaution to orchestrate a coup plot to oust the Popularis and bring Doma into conflict with Garlemald once again. While Varis is knowingly leaning on the foreign power of the Ascians to see his plan to fruition.

Shadowbringers, I mean...literal eldritch beings who will take away all you know and love because they veraciously consume the resource of aether and how this corrupts or strengthens those who are victim of this. Emet orchestrating the birth of Vauthry to lead the masses with a strange power they don't question, Ran'jit clinging to the Oracle of Light until this moment, the Viis fiercily defending the Ronkan Lands at the behest of the long fallen empire even though it hides a Lightwarden which brings most of their woes and dwindles their tribe on the daily, the fear of the two Dark Religions in Rak'tika and how they deal with death. One immediately siding with Eulmore if it means they will have dominion over the Greatwood, the others somber but in revelry hoping for the return of the sunless sea, Lakeland most accepting of the foreign exarch and all his...quirks. Il Mheg being once a proud kingdom now overtaken by the fae. Their King corrupted by the Light Madness. Amh Araeng at the foot of the Flood of Light paused. Its ill sickened by the light poisoning. All of them wholly welcoming the foreign aid of the Crystarium and the Warrior of Dark while being apathetic to their own plight, not wishing to hope.

Emet-Selch. Seeing us as lesser beings and wanting to burn all down in service of a God he thinks he knows. Which also putting a faint hope the success of a fragment of Azem. His empire built upon the xenophobic zealotry. His heart steeped in spite and the hatred that Azem disappeared that day and Hythlodaeus is lost. He understands we must learn of the Ascians and Amaurot to know of the unknown. While rejecting Eorzeans and Mortal Kind with every fiber of his being. Ignorant in his wisdom and spiteful in his intellect. Elidibus more or less the same but because he can't remember, while Emet-Selch cannot HELP but remember.

Ardbert literally over there being a foreign shade alienated from the world he cannot touch. That his friends are sacrificed for. That hates him for the heroic sacrifice they brought upon them. Only to be welcomed back and find rest by his oldest and dearest companion, Seto. Who will forever keep him in his memories. And in us, the Warrior of Light who he taught what little he knew of the cultures in his age. Ardbert forever living in our hearts.

Fandaniel wearing the suit of Asahi, the familiar but never knowing his true face until he introduces himself as Amon. Ironically, or thematically relevant, another character who wears a mask. Only once we peel off that mask do we meet Hermes. Who rejects the practices of Amaurot and actively seeks out into the unknown. Creating Meteion who becomes the all encompassing force that consumes the unknown. He fears and relishes the Answer he so desires.

And Hydaelyn...a previous Azem who developed xenophilia. Being enamored with the world and all its cultures. When a time traveler drops on her door step she is enamored. She has to test our strength, learn of our aetheric weakness, becomes the first to accept dynamis as principle, to accept our story of the Eorzea become. Shows us her world with the utmost happiness. The only xenophobia she encounters is the fear of the unknown. She is apprehensive that we might fail and builds the moon to ferry us away if that is the case. But she also puts all her faith in us. As that ship could also send us to Ultima Thule. She does not know if we will succeed but she hopes. She hopes beyond limits. She hopes our stories of the Final Days and the Convocation sacrificing 2/3rds of its population is false...until it happens. Until she sees her fellow peers succumb to being bound to Zodiark. That she realizes that all that was said shall come to past. And so she endures and endures and endures. Until finally, she retires to the lifestream. Both she and Hermes dying without gaining the Answer to their question. Venat's being: Will we succeed? She will never be reborn to know as she is not like Zodiark where Elidibus might of existed after his vanquish. She is a primal and fully committed to returning to the lifestream never to gain the luxury Hythlodaeus, Elidibus, Lahabrea, Fandaniel, or Emet-Selch will. A chance of rebirth and happiness. And she is content in that.

While alot is strenched in this on the definition of xenophobia in both bigotry, racism but also fear of the unknown. It can be no doubt that Venat and the Warrior of Light are the antithesis as xenophiliacs. We love to experience the new worlds and sights. We do not shirk from learning of other cultures and people who inhabit the stars and its reflections. In Dawntrail, we make a concerted effort not just to learn of Tural and all the cultures Galool Ja Ja has prospered and made welcome. But of the Empire Sphene and Zoraal Ja build and their history and beliefs. We are no longer fighting against Gaius's conquests without a second thought. Garlemald is our catalyst that its founding Emperor, Solus zos Galvus began. To learn of our enemies and our allies and to understand them completely before the inevitable meeting of arms. For in the wake of the antagonistic there is a beautiful weave of people who can be our friends, colleagues, rivals, peers and they each and everyone hold a beautiful story.

To hear what they say, to feel their emotions, and think about their tales.

I was going somewhere with this but I forgot. K bye.

[haunted-homes]

CW !! W1lbur / Fr1end , Gh0stbvr / Fr1end

Revenge Sex, Angst

For 13 years Rev watched the world through Ghostburs eyes. And that means that for 13 years, the only access to porn he had was Ghostbur and his little sheep 'Friend'. Well, it was either that or watch Schlatt jerk it and considering the hybrid was half Ram himself it didn't feel much different if not more Grotesque with how he was always a mess and shitfaced.

So he sat, watching agonizing over the things he'd watch his Ghost do with the little lamb. At first he tried not to watch, holding onto what little morals he tries to pretend he has. But eventually there was no looking away. There was no biting his lip, turning his head and denying the hard on in his pants. It was all he had to watch or think about if he wanted to get off. So he started paying more attention.

Ghostbur seemed to bottom the most, and Rev hated when he did it face down because all he could see was the grass or snow they decided to do it in. Well, 'Decided'. It was more just Ghostbur getting on his knees whenever and wherever he noticed Friend was needy, which only seemed to increase after the first time he presented himself for the Ram.

All of the details that Rev would hold onto though, were the ways the sheep would nuzzle into Ghostbur's neck and chest while rocking its hips quickly, desperate. And how sometimes the cloven hooves on his front legs would stand on Ghostbur's arms as if holding him down like a human would. The sheep would also often lick Ghostbur all over and it tended to make him giggle a lot. Sometimes Rev was jealous of Friend, and sometimes he was jealous of his Ghost. He'd relentlessly fuck his hand to no avail of recreating the real thing.

Imagine his surprise then, when he comes back? When he sees that cute little lamb in person for the first time? Sniffling up on his coat curiously, looking for hints of blue or grey skin. Alas all he found was big, warm hands. He pet the sheep gently but firm as he told Tommy he remembered the Sheep, but pretended to be annoyed and apathetic to its existence. Of course when he parted ways with the young man though, he didn't allow him to take Friend. He argued that he was more of a free reign sheep and seemed happier with him anyways (it was true. He couldn't stop his eyes from traveling down sometimes, and of course halfway through their first meeting Friend was hard and excited for all of Rev's nice warm pets)

So Rev took Friend somewhere secluded, as the sun was setting. It seemed the sheep was trying to get Revivebur down on the ground, so that he could mount him. But instead the man grabbed him, gently coaxing the sheep down instead. He knew Ghostbur was watching, knew he'd see this. See his pretty Lamb get fucked by someone else. He relished the way Friend would Baa so pretty, soft and confused and trying to rut on the ground. And so he took off his pants, sliding his large cock out of his underwear and spitting into his hand. He couldn't bare to sit there forever touching himself though, and was more quick to hold up Friend's tail and spit on his entrance. Lining up and quickly starting to shove himself inside, Friend letting out loud surprised noises and dragging his hooves on the ground. It was hard to tell if it was just a physical reaction or if the sheep was trying to get away, but Rev just leaned over him and hugged him close as he buried himself deeper into the tight, warm hole of his new Little Friend~

The physical affection helped ease Friend's worry or panic but he kept Baaing and making noises and it only got louder as Revivebur began to pull out, and push back in, and really start to fuck him. The man spoke outloud, letting the Ghost in Limbo hear all he had to say.

"It's okay friend, I'll make you feel so good~ you must have felt so needy and neglected all the time, the way no one ever did this for you." He had a devilish smirk on his face as he pounded into the loud drooling sheep, leading his Ghost counterpart on to feel he had spent all those months having sex wrong with his lover.

It didn't help when Friend eventually did cum, a big puddle under her fluff as Rev buried himself deep inside and flooded his stomach with his own seed, so so much of it. He did spend a lot of time pent up, what can he say.

He made sure to satisfy All of Friend's needs from there on~

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2024: Day 29 - Sunrise (Extra Credit)

“By the Twelve, this is where you’ve been laying your head all this time?” Stalwart- no, Tender’s (that would take some getting used to) was full of disbelief as she examined the cabin. “No wonder you’ve been keeping inside so much lately.” Leaving out, of course, the fact that Arashi had spent most of that time trying and unlock the secrets of the key left in her care. Or the fact that she’d been sneaking trips back to Ala Mhigo when she thought nobody would miss her.

The last time she’d tried, Lyse had stopped her from giving their mantelpiece a new, dimension travelling addition. Arashi had taken the hint after that and kept the key in her cabin, halfway across the star. That had been several weeks ago now. Still, the way the key had started flashing and blinking while in Ala Mhigo was certainly interesting. Perhaps I should take it to Aloalo some time…

Tender eased herself into one of the lounge chairs by the balcony, sighing contentedly as she took in the ocean view. Gold was steadily giving way to blue as the sun climbed into the sky. It was shaping up to be another beautiful day. “You’d best hope ‘Shtola doesn’t hear about this. She’ll be chasing you out of here and moving our things in.” Something had changed about the roegadyn, some inner confidence that she’d obtained during their time apart. Arashi suspected part of that was Y’sthola finally spitting out what she’d drunkenly confessed to Arashi, but there was something else. Something deeper. It suited her, honestly.

Arashi settled into the other chair, passing a drink of ice cold orange juice to her friend. “I trust you’ll keep your lips sealed, then.” Tender chuckled, gratefully taking the glass and pressing it to her lips. “I’d hate to explain to Lamaty’i that her brave companion was rendered homeless by a terrible sorceress and her new lover.”

Tender made a show of considering it, before replying with, “I’ll see what I can do not to let the secret slip.” The pair shared a laugh before lapsing into comfortable silence. For a time, only the song of seabirds and the gentle lapping of waves were their companions, but eventually Tender spoke again. “How long do you think you’ll be staying here?”

It was a good question, one which Arashi had intentionally not been thinking about. She could already feel the itch to continue travelling, if truth be told, but she hadn’t made a move to act on it yet. Part of it was wanting to make sure Wuk Lamat and Koana didn’t run into difficulties with Alexandria, but there was another, larger part that she had been trying and failing to put to one side. More travel meant more danger. Which meant making Sanda worry about her more. Which, she had promised, she would do her best to avoid going forward. She had spent too long taking her sister for granted, and it was high time to change her ways and let Sanda lead the way for a change.

Of course, Sanda hadn’t been particularly willing to share her thoughts on what that way should be yet. Nor how she intended to keep an eye on her big sister to ensure she didn’t put her life at further unnecessary risk. Which was a worry all of its own. I’ll not trade your life for mine, Sanda. Don’t make me do that.

Her thoughts must have reflected on her face, for Arashi looked up to see Tender giving her a quizzical look. “I haven’t considered it much,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “I suppose I’ll know when the time is right, same as always.”

Tender shot her a knowing glance, but didn’t press her on it. “Well, so long as you’re satisfied remaining here a while. Wuk Lamat may be a natural at wielding dynamis, but she’ll still need you from time to time.”

“Dynamis?” Arashi sensed a potential change in conversation and leapt on it. “What do you mean?”

Tender snorted. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. You saw what she did to Sphene when we confronted her at Living Memory. And from yours and Sanda’s accounts of your travels, that’s far from the first time she’s managed such feats. I doubt she’s aware of what she’s doing, but she’s able to grasp and use it better than even you can.”

That was enough to give Arashi pause. “I won’t say I didn’t notice, simply that I’d never considered the implications. But better than me? You’re certain of that?”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous! But yes, she’s a good deal more in-tune with her emotions and the emotions of those around her, and her love for her people is boundless. She’s a prime conduit for dynamis. Couple that with her iron will and determination, and…”

You have a successor to the Warrior of Light in the making. “Gods,” Arashi murmured. “Just imagine what she could be capable of if she chose to take up adventuring instead of ruling.” Tural had challenged Arashi’s perceptions of her own strength in more ways than she’d expected, from Gulool Ja Ja’s seemingly endless reserves of power to Zoraal Ja’s desperation for it driving him to terrifying heights. But she’d still persevered in the end, certain of her ability to tackle what sought to bring her down. To realise that she still had potential equals in the world was humbling. But mostly it brought her relief. There’ll be others to take up the mantle if I fall. I can hold onto that, at least.

Tender smiled, sipping her drink contemplatively. “Fortunately for you, she’ll be chained to her throne for a while yet. No fear of getting upstaged.” Arashi nearly spat out her drink as an unexpected laugh took her by surprise. After a few moments sputtering and choking, Arashi wiped off her face with a sleeve and glowered at her friend.

“Believe me, if she wants to start saving the world in my place, she’s welcome to it. This was supposed to be a break from all that.”

“And yet here we are,” mused Tender.

“Here we are.”

Another silence stretched out, but this one was a good deal less comfortable. “Do you think-” Tender began, but then a rapid knock at the cabin door interrupted her.

“Oi, you two! Are you going to spend all morning talking, or are you going to come say hello to the ambassador?” Alisaie didn’t wait for a response, her footsteps pounding on wood fading into the distance.

Arashi frowned at the door. “Ambassador?”

Tender’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh, has nobody told you? With the new Dawnservants crowned, the Eorzean Alliance wanted to send over an ambassador to start building relations. They came personally recommended by the Admiral herself, I hear. I’m sure you’ll approve.”

Something about Tender’s tone lit the fires of suspicion in Arashi’s gut. That, and the sparkle in Tender’s eye, told Arashi there was something she wasn’t being told. Still, there was nothing for it but to go and see this mysterious ambassador for herself. With an effort Arashi levered herself out of her chair, tail outstretched to keep her balanced. She took Tender’s outstretched hand and pulled her up to her feet as well. Then the pair were out of the door and padding back up the walkway to Tuliyollal proper.

Even this early, the city was bustling with activity. Though a shadow of grief still lingered from Zoraal Ja’s attacks the people still pushed on towards the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. It was something Arashi found herself admiring. Everywhere I go, people find the will to carry on to the future no matter how dark their past. Arashi found several waves aimed in her direction as they passed through the busy markets. She returned what waves she could, but she had to jog to keep up with Tender’s ground-devouring stride. The roegadyn seemed unusually eager to get to their destination for some reason. More reason to be suspicious.

“What’s the hurry?” asked a familiar voice. Arashi turned to see Erenville making his way from one of the stalls. Judging by his full-to-bursting pack, he was preparing for a journey of his own in the near future. “Don’t tell me Lamaty’i has some new crisis you need to tackle already.” His tone was lightly long-suffering, but the pain couldn’t be hidden in his golden eyes.

“Nothing like that,” Arashi assured him. “But there’s an ambassador from Eorzea due to arrive today, and we’re going to meet them.”

Erenville smiled a knowing smile. “Ah, of course. Well then, don’t let me keep you. It wouldn’t do for you of all people to keep them waiting.” Then he was melting into the crowds before Arashi could stop him. Does everyone know who this ambassador is except me? Frustrated, she picked up her pace to catch up with Tender.

If an ambassador was on their way to Tuliyollal’s shores, nobody had told the dock workers or sailors assembled. Work continued as it always had, with boats laden with supplies rowing in and out of the shallow shores while great ships awaited just beyond the rocks. It was a bustle of activity as always, with not a chance to slow down or catch a breath until the sun vanished over the horizon. Arashi scanned the crowds to see if she could catch sight of their mysterious guest. No luck, but she did catch the twins waiting down near the shore.

Alphinaud caught sight of her first, his face brightening as he beckoned. That caught Alisaie’s attention, leading to her practically dragging Arashi down to the assigned meeting place. “Honestly, it’s like you didn’t even know this was happening,” Alisaie said.

“Well,” Arashi responded lamely, “I didn’t.”

“What?” Alisaie’s sharp gaze landed squarely on Tender. “You mean you didn’t even tell her?” She huffed in annoyance, every ilm the irritated teen she pretended she wasn’t. “Honestly, this is why I should have been the one to collect her!”

“I believe the reason you weren’t the one to do so was that we all agreed you might ruin the surprise,” Alphinaud helpfully provided. Alisaie whirled around to give him a peace of her mind, but something out on the water caught her eye instead.

“There it is!” she cried, sprinting to the edge of the docks and waving enthusiastically. Alphinaud gave Arashi and Stalwart a long-suffering smile, then walked down to join her.

“This is where we part ways for now,” Tender said, patting Arashi on the shoulder. “I’ll go inform the Dawnservants of our new arrival. Enjoy!” Tender turned and loped off before Arashi could stop her. Irritated with just about everyone, Arashi sighed and wandered to join the twins.

With the sun rising higher in the sky Arashi was entirely unable to see the occupants of the boat, only their silhouettes. But one of them was waving just as enthusiastically back at Alisaie. Waving in a very familiar way, in fact. “Wait,” Arashi murmured to herself. “You didn’t… She didn’t…”

Alphinaud flashed her a winning smile. “I think she’s finally put the pieces together, sister.” Alphinaud struck out his arm towards the boat in a dramatic flourish. “May I present to you Eorzea’s chosen ambassador to Tural, hand-picked by Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn herself…”

The boat was close enough now for Arashi to pick out details. The flowing blond ponytail. The crimson garb. The flash of blue eyes. The smile that told of a secret kept for much too long.

“Your wife, Lyse Hext,” Alphinaud finished. He didn’t get a chance to say anything more as Lyse suddenly vanished from the boat in a blur of red. Then she was tackling Arashi with all the force she could muster, sending both sprawling to the ground. Arashi was aware of Alisaie’s easy laughter, of Alphinaud’s more restrained chuckle. She was aware of the stares she was attracting, making not a single move to get up.

She didn’t care. All of the suspicion and irritation melted away. Lyse was here, wrapping her in a steel grip that refused to let go, the pair of them laughing and grinning like fools in love. That was all that mattered.