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writing-whump · 19 days ago

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Enjoy being sick a little more

Seline is back. Rip has a cold. Matthew is trying to make sense of it all.

Matt felt rather stupid as he knocked on the door of the apartment Isaiah got for Dylan and Rip. It was right opposite theirs, but he had never been inside before.

There was lot of loud shuffling around before Dylan opened the door and waved him in without hesitation. "Oh thank god. Could you please take her away already?"

Matt's eyebrows shot up. "Huh? Who?"

"My sister, who else?"

"I- I didn't know she was back." A wave of annoyance rose in him with the realization. Couldn't she at least have said hello? Why was she here before going to her own place?

"Don't tell me she is actually moving over to you guys..."

Dylan froze mid-step and gave him a horrified look. "Oh, I sure hope not! I don't wanna be living with her again. Look what she has done to the place since she came! It's wrecked."

"It's called cleaning, D," came a raspy voice from the kitchen. Matt walked in, intrigued.

The kitchen was indeed a mess, pans and glasses outside their cupboards.

Rip was leaning on the counter, weirdly bright red dots almost glowing on his way too pale face.

Matt could also finally hear Seline's voice. She was talking rapidly in a language he couldn't understand inside the bathroom.

"She is putting everything out, cleaning it from 'dust' and putting it back. She threw herself at the bathroom while we wait for the kitchen to dry up," Dylan explained, following Matthew's gaze.

"You should go help-" Rip was interrupted by a throaty cough, almost doubling over where he stood. Matt suddenly understood why he was gripping the counter so strongly.

"You look like you should be in bed," the red wolf commented. He wasn't if there were rules in the wolf ettitqute about how he should talk with the pup, so he talked like anyone else. At least after the one month sea stay, Rip's shadow didn't react to nobody in the group as long as there were no shadows involved.

Rip rubbed at his throat like it hurt, before lifting his head again, tensing as if he forgot Matt was there. "I'm okay. This is nothing."

"He caught a nasty cold right after we got back. It's been transforming into a cough lately," Dylan reported. "Honestly. Instead of enjoying being sick he insists on helping Sel with cleaning. They are both hellbent on making me feel bad so I have to help too, although it's totally unnecessary."

Rip rolled his eyes. "It's our place. Your sister shouldn't be clea-" he broke into another coughing fit, making worrisome choking noises.

Matt was tempted to put his hand on his shoulder with how much Rip was swaying.

"It's her coping mechanism or whatever. She feels better when cleaning so let her clean. Win win situation. We are doing her a favour, really," Dylan protested smugly, throwing his hands out.

"I'm not even sure we are keeping the place now that her and Isaiah aren't..." Rip's voice trailed off, not because of the cough this time.

Matt sighed. Rip must have been worried about whether Isaiah would still want to pay for his ex-girlfriend's brother's place.

Dylan shook his head in disbelief as if the idea was entirely unfathomable. "He won't kick us out. Please. He is too noble and all that. And if he does, then Sel or my parents will pitch in."

Matthew grimaced. "Shouldn't you pitch in somehow?"

Dylan shivered dramatically. "Ehh, then I would have to find work. Brrr."

"When I want to get impressed it comes into question for him to work with humans he ruins it by being lazy," Rip complained. He swayed once again, blinking his eyes open with effort.

Matthew made the executive decision to get closer and experimentally push the kid towards the living room. "You sit down. Come on, buddy, this ain't helping."

Rip made an meager attempt to protest, but he was so ridiculously weak it was easy to manhandle him towards the couch. The training must have been a load for him to get this sick right after it ended.

Matthew untangled a blanket from the end of the couch and three it over Rip's shivering form, pointing at him. "You are getting soup." He pointed at Dylan. "And you are helping."

Rip's eyes were so wide the dark melted in the blue in his flushed face. Matt patted his leg for good measure and went back into the kitchen to inspect the fridge. "Yeah, we can throw together a broth from this."

Dylan stuck out his tongue at him. "Ahhh, fine. Whatever. What do I do?"

"I'll get the water to boil, you clean the vegetables."

Dylan grumbled something, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard, so Matt took it as ascent. He wanted a minute with the kid anyway.

Matt looked back towards the bathroom. "So...do you know anything? Did she talk to you?"

Dylan made a sour face. "Of course she did. I know more than I ever bargained for." The carrots were the first to go, despite how clumsy Dylan was with the peeling knife. "Isaiah this, Isaiah that- I swear I never heard his name more times than today."

"And? What did you find out?"

Dylan made a dramatic pause. "Honestly, it's way too convulsed and complicated. I couldn't understand half of it and the other half bored me to tears."

"You are not very informative." His eyes kept fleeing towards the bathroom door and Seline's voice. "Who is she even talking to for so long?"

Dylan shrugged. "Gramps. She had a two hour phone call with mom and now it's his turn." He connected his fingers over the peeled carrot. "The three of them are the same. You give them a topic and they will talk about it for four hours only to decide it's impossible to decide."

Matthew's eyebrows were so high up they must have been hidden by his bangs. "What?"

"Yep. Thank god my dad is the same as me, or normalcy would have been a minority in our family." He put the last of the carrots and celery into the boiling water.

"I have never heard her...talking so fast." Or in Slovak for that matter. It now striked him as strange that Seline had a lanaguge like this—her mother language—and they weren't part of it at all. Even her voice sounded different. There was something carefree and confident about it never had before.

"Lucky man," Dylan said, glaring at the soup. "I don't know if this will be worth eating without meat. When is Isaiah coming home?"

Matthew frowned. "You can't just keeping eating rests from what he cooks, you know."

"Bet Sel won't be eating much of his cooking either now. Or maybe he won't cook for her anymore. Ah man, I don't envy your situation."

"Very funny." Though Matt looked a bit sceptically at the soup too. There wasn't much swimming inside, it would be all watery. "Why isn't she talking to me?"

Dylan started to make himself a protein shake, obviously giving up on the soup. "Hmmm. I wouldn't read too much into it. When she is in this overthinking stage, the simplest things get difficult. I have seen her paralysed at the door, because she couldn't decide if she should or shouldn't greet a neighbour."

Matthew scrunched his nose, not sure what to make of it.

"You want a tip?" Dyland asked. "Don't reproach her right now. Act like it's fine and you'll take the pressure off of her about how and what she is supposed to talk to you about." He shook the shake bottle with practiced vehemence. "I can't believe you guys have never seen her like this after a year of living together. She must have been holding back a lot."

Oh he didn't like the sound of that at all, turning abruptly towards Dylan. "You don't mean-"

Dylan waved him off. "Hey, it's impressive. My sister is super selfish. She only does things that bring her joy, going against the flow with everything. For her to be this put together for you guys...for a year, she must have cared a lot." He took a sip of the shake, nonchalantly turning Matthew's world upside down.

"I-I-...can you watch the soup until it boils and put the timer on? I'll...check on Rip."

Dylan nodded, taking other greedy gulp of his drink. Matthew couldn't tell if the guy was that unobservant or just so good at not caring about what he saw. Whatever he saw in Matthew's expression didn't disturb him at all.

At least Rip seemed to have completely different problems, trying to cough out a lung over the couch. That got Matt's attention right away.

"Alright, buddy, that's enough. Stop choking." Matt sat down beside him, hands on Rip's shoulders to prop him back up against the couch.

The air wheezed in and out of Rip's mouth with a very disturbing sound. "I'm fine."

Matt put the back of his hand against his temple, retracting it just as quickly. "Definitely running a fever there."

Something nervous crossed Rip's features. "I can still-"

"Why? Why would you need to do anything? Just take a break and relax. You are too tense. It's just a cold man, you don't have to try so hard to push through it."

Rip wrapped his hands inside the blanket on his lap, sullenly staring at the floor for good give minutes. "...I always push through it. I'm not weak that I-"

Matthew sighed. "Nobody is saying you are weak. But you don't have to push yourself here so why not make the best of the place?"

Rip swallowed dryly. He couldn't meet Matthew's eyes again, looking torn.

Matthew purposefully made his body relax, stretching out his legs and bracing an arm around the back of the couch. "Sickness is something to be enjoyed, eh?" Dylan's statement from earlier struck him hard, and he had been with a nice pack and a real friend for some time now.

Rip cleared his throat. It didn't work, so he had to cough again, holding up his fist to his mouth. "...such bullshit. Best time of the year? Jesus Christ."

Matthew chuckled. "In his world, it means being pampered and taken care of, when you don't have to do anything."

"That experience is outside of my world."

Matthew thought of Seline's different voice when she talked in Slovak and wondered what other worlds he had been missing.

#hurt/comfort #bromance #sickfic #cold #my writing #werewolf wip #Rip

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animasola86 · 8 months ago

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4: A Special Need

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Summary: Imagine: you have a weird little "hobby" that you don't want anyone to know about, but then things take a turn for the worse! In other words: Sebastian finds out about his girlfriend's little secret! Will he be jealous or will he accept it?

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut // Words: 6.2k // [READ ON AO3]

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! "Object" insertion! Tentacles/Teratophilia*! Angst! Vaginal sex! Kink shaming? (Additional tags on AO3!) (Side note: if you find the idea of using a squid as a sex toy weird/uncomfortable, please think of it as a dildo/vibrator/butt plug, maybe that'll make it easier to read!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

Once you accepted the fact that you carried around a tiny squid in your insides that would occasionally hum and throb and poke around in there, you didn't feel as weird about it any more (because you were too busy being aroused by it).

At first it was indeed strange, especially since the small creature seemed to test your boundaries by prodding your walls and keeping you stimulated throughout the whole day – which made basic interactions with other human beings very awkward when you suddenly flinched or winced or let a surprised moan fall from your lips, but the more it teased you, the better you became at ignoring it, or rather it seemed to learn that it couldn't be doing this all the bloody time. Maybe it also slept sometimes, you had no idea.

What you did know, was that it needed constant warmth and wetness, because when you tried putting the squid into a water bowl to keep it safe, it splashed about and crawled out of the bowl immediately, humming angrily as you picked it up off the floor. You started talking to it then, telling it you couldn't have it inside your pussy all day long, but it only hummed more angrily, its tentacles clawing at your fingers, its whole body shaking in what you thought was indignation.

Because the moment you lowered your hand and brought it close to your centre, it calmed down, almost purring now, and so you sighed, went back to the bathroom and let it crawl inside you once more. The more you did that, the less disturbing it became as you watched the creature disappear inside you, but it never stopped being arousing, and that made sitting in classes (or sitting in general) very difficult.

That first day after you found it – or it found you – might have been one of the strangest days of your life, and you'd clearly had your fair share of strange days. Despite being buried deep within your tightness, the little squid reacted differently to different surroundings, different people you talked to, different smells, noises, etc., by either forcefully crawling deeper, pinching your walls as it did so (which hurt) or by rubbing its tentacles against those spots that made your legs weak (which was also bad when you tried to use those legs but at least it felt better).

You knew then that it preferred the damp dungeons to the thin air of any of the towers, the quiet of the library to the bustling of the Great Hall, and weirdly enough the cold echoes of the Undercroft to the warm and bright atmosphere of your personal Room of Requirement, where you used to spent most of your time.

And looking at the data you collected, you realized that tiny squid was a lot like your boyfriend. Though whenever you spent time with Sebastian, the thing inside you was still on the fence if it liked him or not, especially since he couldn't keep his fingers to himself and tried on more than one occasion to invade your nowadays already occupied most personal space.

You managed to keep him away from your folds as best as you could without raising suspicion, mostly by distracting him in returning the favour, but you knew you'd have to find a solution to your little problem if you ever wanted to sleep with him again, which you wanted, every damn minute of the day, especially since you were so highly stimulated all the freaking time.

And as you couldn't (and wouldn't) leave your little friend somewhere it didn't like to be, your only solution was to stuff it somewhere similarly wet and warm and tight, but the first time you even tried to coax it there by pushing two fingers into your bum to ease its passage, it forcefully crawled back into your other hole, raging inside you for the next few minutes, causing you to almost lose your footing as you tried to make it back to your dorm room without your legs giving way under the constant stimulation.

Gasping for air, you could barely close the curtains of your bed before you were on your back, panting heavily as you wrestled your clothes off your body until you were able to press both hands between your legs and ride out the sensations caused by your angry little pet. When you came with a loud moan, it stilled inside you, and you realized then that it was feeding off your juices, calmed by the contractions of your body, and while you were still breathing hard and shivering from your intense orgasm, you pushed a finger between your folds and beckoned it to come out.

Its tentacles wrapped around your finger, and you gently pulled it the rest of the way before you brought the tiny squid – that didn't look as tiny any more now that you thought about it – closer to your face. It was glistening and warm, its scent mixing with yours, and when you pressed your lips to its wide head, it hummed against you. You still didn't exactly know where its eyes were, but you looked at it and it seemed to look back, and suddenly it jumped off your hand and crawled between your sticky thighs again.

You sighed, but then you felt it prodding against the tight ring of muscles curiously, and you inhaled deeply as you spread your legs wider and lifted your hips slightly, then used your own juices as lubricant as you pushed your middle finger into your tight arse, eliciting a quiet moan from your throat. The squid kept poking at your hand, and when you retrieved your finger, it pressed into you instead, its wide head struggling to fit, but its tentacles pushed it further until it was swallowed by your eager body, the rest of its long form sliding in with ease.

You thrashed your head back and groaned at the sensation. Between waves of pleasure and growing doubts about what the hell are you even doing, you slowly came to terms that this was your new normality. A normality you wanted to have, because it would have been easy to bring the squid back to the Lake, but you didn't want to part from it, not when it could give you all these kinds of sensations you had never experienced before. And apparently it liked to be with you too, because why would it crawl into your bum otherwise?

The blush became a constant feature on your cheeks as you traversed the castle with your little friend in either of your holes, switching it up whenever you needed to, and as you became accustomed to shoving it into your body at will, it too became accustomed to your rhythm and always did what you wanted from it.

That was until you were lying on the couch in the Undercroft with Sebastian one late night, kissing and cuddling, arms and legs entangled (because despite having your own little special sex toy friend, you still love being with him, your male human friend, for countless reasons).

As you roll on top of your boyfriend, the squid inside your bum starts stirring, and you gasp into his mouth unexpectedly, wincing slightly as you feel the creature crawling deeper as if to get away from whatever is happening outside its warm, wet den.

The sensation has your muscles clenching as you try to pull it back, really not wanting it to slip into your bowels, and your concentrated face makes Sebastian frown deeply. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly, his hands cupping your flushed face.

You nod distractedly, almost unable to breathe at this point. You've currently realized that every time you have an orgasm with the squid inside you, it would feed off it and grow, being a lot bigger now than it was when you first saw it crawling out of your pussy. Hence whenever it moves inside you now with its thicker tentacles clawing at your muscles, you'd feel it a lot more.

Inhaling deeply, you try to ignore the movement inside you, not sure what to do about it anyway, so you focus back on the freckled face in front of you and smile warmly before you lean in to kiss him, but he stops you, his eyebrows raised. “Are you sure you're alright?” he repeats, and you frown at the question. “You've been slightly off the last weeks. What's wrong?”

There it is, the question you've been dreading to receive. Of course he would notice the change in you, and carrying around a little sea creature in your insides that would occasionally bring you mind-blowing orgasms surely was a change you couldn't easily hide for too long, at least not from him. He is too perceptive for his own good. Yet despite being very open with him about basically anything, you just couldn't bring yourself to admit to the fact that there is something else that brings you great joy now.

Because Sebastian Sallow is still the most jealous boy you've ever met. And usually that isn't a problem because you barely give him reasons to be jealous, if at all, but having this tiny creature giving him a run for his money, so to speak, would make even the most not-jealous person furious, you just know it. And even if you obviously haven't replaced him for the squid living inside you, it might look to him like you have.

He is always sad when he has to say goodnight to you in front of your common room, knowing he would never be able to join you in your bed (and always tells you it's not the same to sleep on the lumpy couch in the Undercroft together), and if he finds out that this small creature can and has for about a whole month occupied the space he so desperately wants to be in, how can he not be absolutely devastated about it? (Also you don't want him to think you're weird for getting aroused by having a phallic-like creature crawling into your holes...)

So you kept it to yourself.

You hate lying to him, but it's for the better. “Nothing,” you answer his question with a smile, quickly leaning in to claim his mouth for another kiss to keep him busy. “It's just all the stress... the exams... the assignments... the fear of the future,” you add with a laugh, accentuating every word with a lingering kiss. “Don't worry about me, I bet all seventh-years feel like this these days.”

He hums against you in response, a deep sound that vibrates through your body, reminding you of the thing pulsing inside your bum. Clearing your throat, you put your hands on Sebastian's face and gently caress his cheeks.

“If you distract me tonight, everything will be better, I'm sure,” you whisper and wink at him, and with another deep hum leaving his throat, he grabs your shoulders and rolls you around until your back is pressed into the lumpy cushions of the couch, and he's hovering over you, his eyes dark and intense, and you shiver deeply upon seeing the hunger within them.

You're both out of your clothes in no time, and all you can think about is being close to him, become one with him, feel his skin on yours, share the sweat and slick, the moans and groans, hear his deep voice issue all these sounds that drive you crazy with lust while his hands grip you tight enough to leave marks, and you need those marks, as a reminder that he is the most important person in your life, and vice versa. And no strange magical sea creature will ever come between you – or so you hope.

Because suddenly your thoughts are back with the pulsing thing lodged inside you, and it's not the first time you wonder how it would be for Sebastian to find the squid there on his exploration of your body. Every possible scenario you've come up with is worse than the last, and you dread the day it will eventually happen. Maybe today isn't that day, you think as he starts moving his hands along your sides whilst kissing you deeply, and you squirm beneath him, hoping he isn't too adventurous today.

You've talked about anal sex before, yet never done it, but you know he wouldn't try something new without asking you first, and as he's busy kissing along your neck and working in more love bites, you assume your arse is safe for tonight, or rather that what is hidden inside. As your body starts reacting to his touches, you feel the squid pulsing even more, adding to the growing tension inside your stomach.

And tense you are, inside and out, and you don't even know why. This isn't the first time you had sex while that tiny creature was inside you, but that's the thing: it used to be much smaller then. You might have overdone it with your alone time recently as it only has become bigger in the last days.

Your mind is spinning as you're caught up in the never-ending cycle of thinking about possible what if scenarios, and you're so distracted that you barely feel Sebastian's preparations, his fingers working swiftly, and only when he pushes his cock into you with one single hard thrust, you come back to your senses and cry out in a mixture of shock and surprise as he buries himself completely inside of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you stare up at him, propped up on his arms as his dark eyes wander over your face.

You hold onto his wrists as you start bucking your hips against him in an attempt to move along as if you haven't been lost in your own mind for the last minutes or more. He remains bent over you, his thighs pushing your legs upwards as he shifts only slightly against you. When he rests his heavy erection inside your tight walls, you can feel the squid pushing against your muscles from the other side, wanting to join the action apparently, and your eyes widen as you realize that he must feel it too, so you quickly start grinding your hips against him, clenching your walls deliberately, even grabbing the back of his neck to pull his face down to yours.

He obliges and meets your trembling lips, his kiss soft and careful, but you quickly make it messier, needier, as you deepen it with your tongue slipping into his mouth. With a deep grunt he leans down on his elbows and kisses you back with just the same amount of fervour, maybe even more. You wrap your arms around his neck and start pushing your hips upwards against him until he finally moves as well, drawing back and plunging in, over and over again, quickly falling into a steady rhythm that is both fast and deep, and it doesn't take long for you to completely succumb to the sensations.

Moaning against his lips you feel the tension inside your stomach erupting into a wave of pure pleasure as it washes over you with a force that makes your thighs twitch, your toes curl and your muscles contract violently, and in doing so you feel your insides convulsing, moving, and in your haze you barely feel the gentle caresses of these eight little arms you've grown to love so much over the last weeks. Yet once you realize that the squid is about to slip from your bum, it is already too late.

Despite being caught in his own haze as he ruts into your core with reckless abandon, he seems to feel the foreign touch as well, and you see it all unfold in slow motion. You feel too weak to do anything as your orgasm still shudders through your body, as your walls clamp down on his cock, your limbs too twitchy to control, so when his brown eyes widen slowly before he leans back on his knees and stares down at your connection, you don't have to see the tentacles wrapping themselves around his base to know what's going on.

With a deep growl that could also be a yelp or guttural scream, Sebastian jolts off you, slips from your depths as if you've never even been connected, and takes several steps away from the couch, completely ignoring his precum leaking cock, as his shaking hand points at the small creature crawling over your centre. Yet it's not the fact that there is a strange little squid seemingly coming from nowhere that has touched him at the most inappropriate time, it's the fact that you remain so calm and collected as you lie on your back, looking from the squid to your boyfriend and back, and not sharing in his panic.

That's when he explodes.

“What the fuck is that?” he yells with an anger you haven't heard from him in years.

“Sebastian...” you manage to croak out, your voice just a breathy whisper as you lower your hand towards the creature that seems to lean towards your touch, when it's suddenly grabbed by a bigger hand. “No!” you call out and sit up quickly, ignoring the trembling of your own legs, and quickly grab his wrist, keeping him from hurling the poor creature through the entirety of the Undercroft.

The stare he is giving you chills you to your bones. “What are you doing?” he says threateningly quiet, and you know he is more than pissed if he resorts to talking in this low tone.

“Don't hurt it,” you whisper, gently prying his tight fingers open to free the small squid from his crushing hold. To your surprise he lets you, and when he watches you cradle the creature between your hands, his mouth falls open. “It didn't mean any harm...” you add softly.

“You... know that thing?” he says in an even quieter voice, slipping from shock to disappointment to indignation.

You inhale deeply, feeling the squid's little arms coil around your fingers. “I... I do,” you then admit, biting your lip as you look back up at Sebastian, meeting his wide eyes that narrow as he takes in your words.

“You keep a pet squid around?” he asks in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. “Where do you even keep it? Where did it come from?”

That's when your face turns bright red, and you turn away from him, trying to find an answer that wouldn't humiliate you completely. “It... wasn't supposed to crawl out...” you whisper barely audible, your eyes frantically searching the couch and its surroundings for a possible storage place. Before you even consider a different answer than the awful truth, you feel a warm body behind you as Sebastian points past you towards the pile of clothes on the ground.

“You shouldn't keep a squid inside the pocket of your robes,” he comments, and you are tempted to laugh at how innocent and easy it would have been to tell him just that. That you keep the squid in your pocket, instead of where you really keep it.

“Yes...” you breathe, your voice about to break before you clear your throat. “You're right...”

“I suppose it got curious, huh?” he says then, leaning over you to take another, much calmer look at the creature in your hands. “Why is it so... wet?”

His words cause you to gasp and shiver. “Uh... m-magic,” you then stammer the lie that could have been the truth all along. “Keeps it... wet...”

Suddenly you feel very stupid, not just that, disturbingly weird, downright demented and perverted and absolutely disgusting, as you realize you could have kept the squid in a different kind of environment, if you so much as thought about it properly, but your lust for the sensations it invokes in you has been clouding your mind, making you think it is normal and the only way to shove that thing into your holes to keep it safe.

Shaking your head, you bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep the tears of frustration down. The creature in your hands pulses slightly, its tendrils nudging your fingers. Next to you Sebastian is watching you almost the same way the squid seems to look at you. His anger is completely gone from his face. He tilts his head, and out of the corner of your eye you see him examining the elongated body of the squid and its wide head, and you hear it in the way he inhales deeply, that his mind is slowly aligning with yours, despite everything.

“Where do you really keep that?” he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder deeply. “Because, you know, I've noticed something about that little guy...”

You hold your breath as you stare at your palms and the thing on them.

“It's rather... phallic looking, isn't it?” he keeps whispering, leaning closer to you, his warm body pressing into yours. Your hands start to tremble, and you yelp quietly when he suddenly closes his bigger hands around yours, seemingly supporting the squid on them. “Is that why you've been so distracted lately?”

His question impales you like an icicle, numbing you with a sudden cold rushing down your spine. He knows. He knows exactly where that thing has been and what you've been doing with it these last weeks, and the realization makes your heart stop. But he doesn't sound angry, he sounds... amused. Almost mocking. Definitely teasing.

And you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Preferably you and the squid, so you're not alone in your eternity in hell. Even thinking that makes you want to groan loudly, show your frustration about yourself and the situation and how you've handled it and the fact that your boyfriend knows and doesn't explode in rage and how absolutely embarrassing and mortifying and humiliating it all is and –

When you feel his lips on your burning cheek, you freeze, blinking slowly. “Red suits you, love,” he whispers and walks back to sit down on the couch, crossing his legs slightly as he looks up at you, the smuggest expression on his freckled face you have ever seen.

Swallowing hard, you meet his gaze, but you can only bear it for so long before you look back at the squid lying in your hands, gently humming, seemingly observing the scene around it – and the mayhem it has caused by slipping into your pussy in the first place. For a moment you project your anger and frustration at the stupid phallic looking thing, and it seems to sense the shift in your demeanour as its tendrils tentatively close around your fingers, gripping strongly while it pulses against your skin, trying to remind you of the good times it's given you.

“You two want to be alone then?” Sebastian's voice cuts through the little moment you had with your unusual pet, and when you look up at him, he laughs deeply as your eyes narrow and you throw him the darkest gaze you might have ever thrown him. He laughs even more at that. “Come on, love, don't be so tense... you might squish the little guy.”

“Stop!” you call out in rage as you stare at him. He raises his eyebrows, the laugh frozen on his face. “Stop with the... innuendos and the... the... just stop!” you whine out and turn away as tears start flowing down your cheeks.

You feel horrible, childish and embarrassed and deeply disturbed at your own actions. For a moment you want to hurl the squid through the Undercroft for real. But you don't, you keep it safe between your trembling fingers, as you chew on your lips and let out quiet sobs, your tears dripping from your chin and down onto its long body.

Behind you, you can hear the quiet squeak of the couch and then the tapping of bare feet coming closer. “I'm sorry,” you hear his deep whisper close to you. He still keeps his distance, but you can feel the warmth of his body, and for a moment you are tempted to turn around and throw your arms around him and bury your wet face in his chest, but you don't move, you can't, you don't know how to handle the situation.

Luckily for you, despite taking a piss out of you initially, Sebastian is better at talking than you give him credit for sometimes. “Listen,” he starts quietly, hovering behind you. “I didn't mean to belittle you like that. Or even judge you for it. That's not my place. I'm here to support you, you know that, right?”

You inhale deeply, chewing on the inside of your cheek nervously.

He keeps going. “You know, having... certain desires is something completely normal, or it should be, even if society may think differently. But it doesn't matter what others think, me included, when it comes to your happiness. And if that... thing in your hand makes you happy, then I am happy too. For you. If this is a way for you to decompress, to relieve stress, then that's totally fine. I know I can't be with you every hour of the day to do exactly that, so I am glad that you found a different way to keep your mind... well, not busy, the opposite really, uh, to keep your stress levels low by... uh... doing whatever it is you're doing...”

The more he struggles to find the right words, the more the corners of your mouth twitch. He's trying, and you love him even more for it. Holding the squid in one hand, you lower your other hand and slowly turn around to him. His gaze moves from your hand to your eyes quickly, and seeing the slight blush on his cheeks warms your heart.

But despite his stammering, he doesn't seem to be done. “And you know, I think it's... incredibly sexy to have a girlfriend who knows what she wants...” he whispers softly, giving you a warm smile as he extends his hand and gently grabs your free one. “Even if it's fucking a phallic looking sea creature...”

Your mouth falls open, and you are tempted to slap him if only you had a hand to do so. He chuckles softly and leans in to press his lips to your cheek as you struggle to free your hand from his grip.

“I'm sorry,” he says again, looking deep into your eyes as you stare at him, still indecisive whether to forgive him or not. Then again you should be grateful that he's actually trying to understand your situation instead of just fussing about it. Weirdly enough he doesn't even seem jealous. And why should he? You would never replace him with a little squid. Right?

Then again, a magical little creature like that would never look at you like he does now, saying he doesn't judge you and then still make jokes about it. But maybe that is who he is, always resorting to humour when things get too serious, too tough, too outlandish? Too strange to understand? If you look past your own lust-filled mind, you do realize that it's strange, of course it is, it's abnormal, it's – no. No, it's not. It's what makes you happy, like he said. It's only embarrassing because nobody tries to understand the needs you have.

And if that need is – yeah, we get it.

Sighing deeply, you close your eyes, press your lips into a thin line, and focus on the soft pulsing that thrums through your hand as you hold the little squid. Not as little any more, which makes the whole deal even harder to understand, but maybe it's not about understanding after all. It's about acceptance. Before anyone else, you realize you have to accept your own desires, no matter how twisted and disturbing and wrong they may be, and once you can do that, others will too – as seen by the patient gaze Sebastian is throwing you as you eventually open your eyes again.

He gently squeezes your hand, and you squeeze right back as you try to smile at him. His other hand is at your face then, as he wipes at your wet cheeks. “Come on,” he whispers and pulls you back towards the couch without another word. You follow him without hesitation. He sits down, and you sit beside him, placing the squid on your lap, watching it lie there for a moment in the groove between your closed legs, its tendrils twitching, lazily moving over your thighs towards your hidden centre.

“Eager little guy,” Sebastian comments quietly as he wraps one arm around your shoulder, joining you in watching the creature move on your lap.

“It sometimes reminds me of you, you know?” you whisper then, your voice hoarse.

He laughs. “Really?”

“It's eager, as you said, but also considerate, and seems to be able to read my mind and does everything I want... it's always there for me, it makes me happy, very happy...” you list quietly before turning your head to him, smiling shyly. “Just like you.”

He looks at you silently, his eyes warm.

“It's also, obviously, a great lover, but you knew that already, right?” you add with a smirk that finally breaks his silence as he barks a loud laugh.

“Is it better than me?” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Comparing people is really an unhealthy thing to do, you know?” you whisper with a quiet chuckle that makes him raise an eyebrow. “You are both very unique in everything that you do.”

His eyebrow rises even higher at that.

You lean closer and grab his chin to tilt it down before you kiss his lips softly. “Don't be jealous,” you whisper. “You have no reason to be. I love you, Sebastian,” you add, kissing him again.

He keeps staring at you before his eyes wander down to your lap where the squid is trying to press itself between your thighs, eager to get away apparently. “Maybe it is jealous...” he says quietly.

“Oh it most certainly is, it acts weird when I'm with you, it –”

His eyes narrow playfully. “Now, exactly where do you hide it, when you're with me?”

Your face turns bright red all over again. Hitting his chest, you groan. Instead of saying anything, you inhale deeply and shift on the couch, slowly opening your legs as you do so. The squid's tentacles grip your thighs as it sees its chance, and while you know what's about to happen, you look up at Sebastian, who stares at your crotch with his eyes wide and his mouth open and his face just as red as yours as he witnesses how the not so little creature presses his long body between your tight folds and vanishes inside your body in a swift motion that makes you shudder deeply.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers with his voice slightly higher than normal. “That's...” You see his lips moving, but no more sounds come from him. It's almost amusing if it wouldn't be equally mortifying. But then he finishes his sentence, and it's your turn to stare at him. “Hot. That's hot. I don't know what else to say, but you have no idea how much that turned me on just now...”

Your laugh is both surprised and soft, and when your eyes wander over his body, you laugh even louder. “Oh I have some idea...” you whisper, your hand gliding over his thigh before you pull his legs apart slightly, revealing his proudly erect cock.

He meets your gaze and smirks at you before his hands find your face and a second later his lips yours as he smashes his mouth against your own. You gasp into the sudden kiss, but quickly grab the back of his neck and kiss him back almost desperately. Happy to be back on normal terms with him, and not just that, apparently on even better ones.

You had no idea he would react like this. Not once in your many what-if-scenarios was this the outcome. And you're glad that, despite it all, he can still surprise you like that.

Somehow you end up in your original position, back pushed into the cushions of the couch with Sebastian leaning on his elbows and his body weighing down on yours. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, while deep inside you, the squid starts thrumming against your walls, mirroring the tension that's building in your stomach.

“So,” he whispers between kisses. “Seeing that my... favourite hole of yours... is currently... occupied... how about I... explore your other one... tonight?”

You laugh against his lips. “You don't like to share a hole?”

He frowns at that. “Would it want that?”

“Would you want that?” you ask back.

“No, no, would you want that? I'd imagine that might be rather... painful?” He watches you closely, shifting slightly on top of you.

“Painful for whom?”

“You!” he exclaims with a surprised chuckle. “Or... it? Or me? Does it bite? What if it gets jealous and strangles me with those... tentacles?”

Your turn to chuckle. “It might get territorial if it's too tight, you're right,” you then agree, smirking at him.

His concern turns into that smug expression you love and hate so much. “Better leave it alone in there. Besides, it did have its chance in your... tight... little... bum,” he then says, accentuating his words by slipping his hand under your body and teasing your puckered hole with careful little prods. “Didn't it?”

You squirm against him, laughing softly. “And you won't be sad that you're not the first to breach my... little bum?” you ask quietly, biting your swollen lip.

He gives you a playful pout before he smiles widely. “Nah, it can have that. I was your first in everything else,” he says proudly, leaning closer to kiss you deeply. “Your first kiss,” he adds and moves his hand around your hip and towards your centre. “Your first love, your first... lover, your first boyfriend, in that order,” he laughs softly, and you feel his fingers teasing your folds.

As he does, the squid inside you starts stirring, humming almost angrily, and soon enough you feel the familiar tickle of its tentacles pushing past your entrance, and when they do, you see Sebastian's eyes widening as he quickly withdraws his hand. He leans back on his knees and stares at the little tendrils protruding like angry little antennas before they slip back into you, vanishing out of sight. He clears his throat and shakes his head, exhaling a laugh.

“I might never get used to that sight...” he whispers, a slight blush spreading over his freckled shoulders. “How does it feel?” he then asks, looking back at you.

You rub your warm cheeks. “Really good,” you admit. “It's humming right now, and it can make its body soft or hard, depending on... well, what I need. And the tentacles... tickle nicely, but they also have a really strong grip, and some can become bigger and –” You stop talking as you notice the smirk on his lips, and you blush an even deeper shade of red.

“You sound happy,” he then whispers and surprises you yet again.

You smile shyly. “I am,” you reply before you reach out your arms to beckon him closer to you. He complies and lies down on top of you, his weight pushing you into the cushions. “And not because I have a... phallic looking thing inside my pussy, okay?” you clarify with a laugh as you press your lips to his warm cheek. “I'm happy because you accept me for what I am... what I do... what I... need...”

He cradles your head between his big hands and kisses you softly. “Of course, love,” he says quietly. “I'm here for you and your needs... even if I'm sometimes an idiot about it...”

You poke his jaw in response and grin at him. He smirks against your lips. “Thank you,” you whisper and close your eyes as he leans closer to plant soft kisses on your forehead, your temple and your eyelid.

“Don't thank me yet, I will ravage that sweet little bum of yours tonight,” he then says and leans back on his arms, smiling down at you despite the dark gleam in his eyes. “Right?” At least he still asks you about it.

You chuckle and nod. “Please do,” you breathe softly, biting your lip.

That's all he needs to hear before he scrambles off you and grabs your waist, almost forcefully flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp-laugh, feeling your insides churning in anticipation, which in turn makes the creature inside your tight walls pulse and thrum almost aggressively, its body hardening as it prods against your soft flesh. You gasp under the sensation and when Sebastian lifts your hips up and starts kneading your bum cheeks eagerly.

Your face is pressed into the cushions of the couch as you try to get into a more comfortable position. Your heart is thundering inside your chest, and you just know this will be a night to remember, all parties involved will make sure of that, you can already feel it in your aching muscles.

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

Notes: Originally this is where the "short fic/long oneshot" ends, but I kept writing and writing, and two more chapters came from my fingers... so there'll be more, much more of this filthy little tale!

*Also I'm not too sure I labeled this right. A squid isn't technically a monster (even though it's closest because of its tentacles and magical nature I guess?), so it's not technically Teratophilia (attraction to monsters), but I also don't want to call this Zoophilia (attraction to animals) because even though a squid is more or less an animal, it just gives off a different vibe. Maybe it's more akin to Ophidiophilia (attraction to snakes)... Difficult thing, these niche kinks.

The time I spent worrying about the correct label when this is just a silly little smut fic. Oh well.

Thanks for reading!

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months ago

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Bedrooms

Media Doctor Who

Character Doctor (The 11th)

Couple Doctor X Lyla Ashwood (Reader Companion)

Rating Flirty + Mild Smut

The Doctor was sat besides the control panel of the TARDIS once again, with his goggles on as he buzzed his screwdriver in the direction of the loose wires – a spark coming out.

After a few minutes of tinkering with the cables, he takes his goggles off and smiles as he notices her presence. "Anything I can do to help?" He asked,

"I'm fine up here" Lyla laughed as she stands on the glass floor on the main level of the tardis control room, the doctor hung with the cables and mechanisms below, she passed in her black combat boots, long black sleeve top, blue button dress, her hair in loose curls with a white Alice band to keep it out her eyes

The Doctor chuckled from below, hearing Lyla's response as he continued to work on the panel. He was a bit infatuated with Lyla and didn't mind showing it. He couldn't deny how attractive she was to him. He eventually stops working on the cables and waves upwards at Lyla,

she waves back but leans against the centre console with a yawn "ohh dear..."

The Doctor notices her yawn and chuckles she seemed to be tired. He decided to tease her a little bit. He waved at her again and kept his hands on the panel, he didn't seem like he was finished fixing it. "Tired, are we?" He said as he laughed from below, smiling and teasing her a little bit.

"ummm very tried. I got a little lost on the way to my room last night"

The Doctor laughs again from below, he decides to tease her a bit more as it is fun for him to do so. He smiles and decides to start working again on the panel but keeps looking at her from time to time.

"Ohh? Did you now? What were you doing until so late last night?" He asked playfully from below, still working on the panel as he looks at her every once in a while with a teasing smirk

"wandering, seeing what I can find in this endless labyrinth" she laughed "I got lost trying to find my bedroom again.”

a spark of an idea seemed to appear in his mind as he thought to himself a bit. He eventually starts making a small clicking noise with his mouth as he is still working on the panel. He looks at her again with a smirk and a tease.

"And did you find it? Your bedroom I mean?" He asked teasingly with a smirk, still working on the panel

"eventually yes. I swear sometimes the tardis hides it from me..." She explained "Doctor? Can I ask a ... Weird question?"

The Doctor stops with his work on the panel, his eyes meeting hers from below again. He chuckles and smiles as he hears her explanation of her bedroom sometimes being hard to find. He eventually raises an eyebrow as she asks if she can ask a weird question, not sure what it could be he smiles and responds.

"Yes, you may ask. I promise you I have heard weirder things than you could possibly ask."

"time lords sleep right?"

The Doctor pauses for a split second after hearing her question. He smiles and nods his head.

"Some do, yes. I sleep but not in the normal way. I only dream of the time vortex, I do not have any regular dreams like you do. What made you ask?"

"I assume you have a bedroom? Somewhere in here right?"

The Doctor smiled at her again as he nodded, he was quite amused by her curiosity at this point.He chuckles once again as he answered her.

"Yes, I have my own bedroom. I have my own bed, and I sleep there often. It is somewhere in here, yes."

"interesting... Does it have like... Swirling blue wallpaper by any chance?"

The Doctor chuckled as he was amused once again by her curiousity of his bedroom and what it looked like. His bedroom did indeed have swirling blue wallpaper, just as she had described.

"As a matter of fact, it does. How'd you know?"

"I keep finding that room. When I wonder around at night. It's weird I can't ever find my bedroom but I keep finding that one ... Almost like the tardis is changing it's interior maps to keep directing me there..."

The Doctor's face went from amusement to mild confusion as he was a bit puzzled by her words now. The TARDIS is known for changing it's interior in small ways, although the rooms and their locations do not usually change. It was weird how she kept getting lost and finding his room only. The Doctor had to know more now so he asked another question with a perplexed look on his face.

"Wait, what do you mean it's as if the TARDIS is directing you to my room specifically?"

"seems to be. I went around for an hour trying to find my bedroom and I ended up at yours three times"

The Doctor was now even more puzzled than before, that was really weird. How could it be possible that the TARDIS kept directing Lyla to his room? He decided to dig in a bit more and asked another question from below the control panel, with a confused and curious look on his face.

"Wait, why did you need to find your bedroom so much last night? You were wandering around the TARDIS for one whole hour?"

"I went looking for the library for a book to read and then couldn't get back to bed"

The Doctor's face went back to amusement and a slight smirk as he chuckled a little bit at her response.

"So, last night you went looking for a book and somehow found yourself in my room three times, only to need to go back to your own room to read. What were you going to read, may I ask?" He said with curiosity as his hands started working a little faster on the panel now.

"...none of your business"

The Doctor laughed a bit at her response as he kept working on the panel, enjoying teasing her a bit. He seemed to have piqued her curiosity and she obviously was hiding something from him. He smirked and looked back up at her as he replied, still working on the panel.

"Oh, what's the matter? Got something to hide? Is it romantic poetry or a dark and dirty novel?"

"none of your business" she repeated moving to stand directly over him and stomping on the glass just above his head

The Doctor paused in his work and looked up at Lyla when he heard her answer. By the tone of her voice, he knew she was hiding something. He smirked as he heard her footsteps above him, but suddenly she stomped on the glass above his head, causing him to look up and stare at her.

"Hey, watch it," he said as he looked up at her, amused but also a bit annoyed. Still, he couldn't help but feel excited as she was standing above him now.

she sighed and leant against the railing

The Doctor noticed Lyla was leaning against the railing, standing above him as he worked on the panel. He looked up at her again, his eyes trailing her legs and her dress, but what he noticed most was her white cotton panties under her dress, that were now visible to him when she leaned against the railing. Despite the fact that what he saw was an accident, he couldn't help but feel a bit of temptation and amusement. His hands continued to work on the panel as he kept quiet.

As he was working on the panel, his hands went slower as he continued to stare up at her. His fingers moved in between the wires while his hands stayed perfectly still, he was enjoying the image in front of him. He kept quiet as he focused on being discreet, although he certainly didn't want the moment to end either.

"ummm... I might go for a nap..." She yawns stretching

The Doctor's hands sped up suddenly as he heard her mention wanting to go for a nap, although he had other ideas in mind. He wanted to ask her to stay, but he could tell she was tired. His hands paused from his work for a moment as he looked back up at her, considering what he might do. He wanted to offer her to take a nap in his room, as it was obviously closer to her bedroom than where she currently stood. He smiled as he spoke again.

"Maybe you should rest."

"maybe... Kinda worried I'm gonna have to go on a hour long treck to My room again"

The Doctor was enjoying their interaction, but he knew that Lyla was truly tired as well. He could hear it in her voice and saw it in the way she was standing. She looked quite exhausted. He smiled as he decided to take a chance and offer her to sleep in his room, as the idea was already on his mind.

"Maybe you should sleep in my room instead? It's closer to your bedroom and I can assure you it will be far more comfortable than here. Would you like that?"

"you don't mind?"

The Doctor smiled widely as he heard her ask if he didn't mind. From below the control room panel he looked up at her and nodded his head excitedly as he quickly answered.

"No, I don't mind. It would be my pleasure. Shall I show you the way?" He said with a wide smile, he couldn't help but feel excited for a chance to let her sleep in his room. It was a bit selfish on his part, but he was hoping he could join her when it came time to rest.

"it's okay, whichever I find first I shall sleep in" she smiled "you sure you'll be okay on your own?"

The Doctor heard her say that she would find her own room and sleep, but he was hoping to convince her otherwise. He wanted to spend more time with Lyla and have her sleep with him in his room. He looked back up at her with a flirtatious smile as he answered the next question, continuing to work on the panel.

"I'll be fine, I have lots of interesting things to keep myself entertained. I just have one request though…

"yes?"

The Doctor was thinking for a moment, on how he could word his next statement. It was obvious that he wanted her to sleep in his room with him, but he couldn't just ask her directly. She would know his real intentions, which he didn't want too far too quickly.

"If you do change your mind and decide to sleep in my room... I would love to join you," he said flirtatiously and with a flirtatious smirk, his eyes never leaving hers throughout his words.

"ha ha very funny" she laughed sarcastically "I'll see you later doctor have fun tinkering" she smiled as she headed off from the control room into the labyrinth of corridors inside the TARDIS

The Doctor was slightly surprised by her response, it seemed like she was not at all interested in his offer. He chuckled to himself, somewhat annoyed that his flirtation went unnoticed. When she went to leave he decided to tease her one more time.

"See you later then, and try not to get lost again!" He said with a smirk, hoping she would get lost again and find his room by 'accident'.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year ago

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Hello could u do a sub lesso where r catches her masterbatung moaning their name x

Needy

*Authors note~ some smut after some fluff and angst to balance things out*

Trigger Warnings~ lesso masturbating sub Leo dom r oral dildo praise and degradation kink mistress kink lemme know if I missed any

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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It wasn't uncommon for you to seek out the red headed dean, after all she was your boss and long time secret crush for as long as you'd worked for her. You often found excuses to visit her office in the beginning which is how your friendship started. Now it wasn't uncommon for you to do this, in fact it became routine that both you and Leonora held dear to your hearts yet would never admit it out loud to anyone.

You checked her office which was uncharacteristically empty, so that is how you found yourself stood outside her personal chambers. You'd been here a few times over the years and you took great pride in being the only one who was allowed to stay there. Obviously you knew of Leonora's visits to her room with others but neither lasted more than one night and were promptly escorted from her room before they could even look around it. You however knew every inch of her room in great detail.

What wasn't normal was to hear whimpering coming from her room, immediately you thought she could be sick, after all it would explain the absence from her office and her work. But those fears were squashed by a desperate plea of your name. Shock ran through your veins, you were earlier in your arrival today but you most definitely didn't expect this. Not that you minded of course. You made quick yet silent work of slipping into her bedroom where you were greeted with a sight more heavenly than heaven itself. The red head was sprawled out all over bed as she thrusted a very girthy looking faux cock into her soaked folds pleading for you and more. You'd be a terrible guest to deny such a beautiful woman of her wishes.

"Well we'll well, if it isn't Leo winning for her mistress to make it all better" you taunted and her eyes snapped towards you in a lustful haze. Shock was present for a few seconds but the beautiful woman on the bed made no move to even cover herself. Instead she decided to bat her lashes at you and plead, "please mistress fuck me." That was all the invitation you needed to join her on the bed.

"So needy Leo, take the toy out" you demanded and she complied with a whine of protest, "ah ah ah, be a good girl or I won't help you sweetheart and we both know how much your submissive brain would rather I did." You couldn't help but tease the normally dominant dean. She just looked so delicious all spread and ready for the taking. "Good girl Leo, such a good girl for me" you praised watching her hips buck up in response. "Oh does my good girl have a praise kink hmm?"

It turned out she did indeed have a praise kink. Of course you had to test the theory, and how submissive she truly was. The waiting seemed to be frustrating your lover so you crawled over her body. "I don't want to hear a single noise from you, you're that needy you decide to fuck yourself imagining me yet I would've had no idea how much of a whore you truly are" you murmured before pressing kissed down her body and to reach her beautiful mounds. Her dusty pink nipple being sucked between your lips as your tongue tortured the hard bud.

She couldn't stop the whine tumbling from her lips and you knew that yet you decided to get creative here and establish a boundary. Stripping your bottom half you took off your soaked underwear, making a make shift gag and shoving it in her mouth, "I warned you Leo" was all you offered in explanation before kissing your way down to her strong thighs. Kissing nipping and biting at the silky smooth skin there.

The muffled cry as your mouth found her warmth had you clenching your thighs together in hopes of finding relief. "Mistress fuck" she murmured around the gag as her hands came to tug at your hair hoping to encourage you. Her taste was so unique and so Leonora that you could already feel yourself becoming an addict. You could feel Leonora getting closer to the edge by the way her thighs tightened around your head, that's why you pulled your mouth away from her dripping sex. "Poor baby, did you need something darling?" You teased licking the excess cum from your lips, "fuck baby you taste like magic."

"No no no no nooo" her whines muffled by your underwear as a stray tear fell from her eye. Twice now she's had her orgasm ruined and she would be lying if she said that anything other than you was on her mind. Needing you. Wanting you. Just everything you. "Such a needy whore, hmm let's see shall we let you have that small sorry excuse for a dick? Is that all this slutty hole can managed? Must leave my baby so unsatisfied huh?" You knew you were mocking her here but truly you couldn't help it. She was just so easy to rile up. This new found power over her pleasing you to no end.

You picked up what was actually a rather impressive faux dick and teased her leaking hole with it. You knew she was wet enough the toy would slip right into her cunt so that's what you did. Her eye's immediately rolling back her head as her muffled cry filled the room. You weren't being easy on her, after all she had to learn any orgasm she would get should be from you and only you. Not some toy. So you edged her again before taking the orgasm away once more. What you weren't expecting was for arms and legs to flail against the bed in response. "Poor baby" was all you offered.

This time you took the underwear from her mouth and kissed her passionately, you planned to let her cum this time but only around your fingers. "Be good for me Leo and I promise you'll be rewarded darling" you murmured before kissing her cheek and easily slipping a finger into her gaping hole. It wasn't long before she was begging for more and more so you gave her what she asked for. Soon enough four of your slender fingers were buried to a hilt in her fluttering walls. "Gods Leo your greedy cunt could take my whole fist. Do you want it baby? Say you want it please. Mistress wants you to feel so good" you purred causing the red head to stutter out pleas. She was desperate you knew that, but the way she felt tightly squeezing your whole fist gave it a new meaning.

When the red headed dean came boy did she ever. Squirting around your fist as she drenched the sheets below. Crying out your name in an immense amount of pleasure, something so powerful she'd never experienced before. You eagerly brought your mouth down to lick her clean. But she whined in overstimulation so you immediately withdrew and whispered words of reassurance before magicking a washcloth which was warm and damp to clean her up. "Leo? Are you okay darling" you murmured brushing her firey locks from her sweat soaked forehead.

"Mmm okay just need minute" she whispered seemingly stuck in her submissive headspace, her eyes seeming showing how far away her mind was from reality. That was how you found yourself tucked being the red head holding her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear in a hope of easing her out gently, what you didn't expect was for her to fall asleep in your arms, little breaths tickling your arm.

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enigmatist17 · 4 months ago

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Odo stared.

The small creature on the floor of the Promenade stared back, the collar adorned with the Starfleet insignia around its neck jingling as it shook its head.

"What are you?"

It continues to stare, before letting out a strange noise and sitting on the floor as if in defiance. Scowling, Odo keeps the...thing within view as he taps on his com badge, running through who to contact before deciding on one.

"Odo to Lieutenant Commander Dax."

"Dax here. How can I help?" She replied within a few seconds, something the security chief always respected.

"There is a strange creature on the Promenade that appears to belong to someone in Starfleet. I would appreciate it if you came down here to help me find its errant owner." He can just about picture the amused smile that would have crossed Dax's face by now, the creature seeming unaffected by the chirping of his badge.

"I'll be down right away." Odo remains in place as he waits, the creature starting to lick its side for a purpose he is unsure of without much regard for the environment around it.

"You are very strange."

"Aw, kitty!" Dax gushed when she caught sight of the small creature, kneeling down when she got close enough within reach. "Hey there little guy!"

"What is a...kitty?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise when the creature sat up suddenly, little teeth flashing when Dax reached out to pet it.

"Cat, it's a pet normally found on Earth or some colonies." Dax pouted as she stood, angling to get a look at the collar. "Spot, what a cute name."

"I'll look through recent arrival records; animals have to be logged before they come aboard the station." Odo huffed, watching Dax suddenly reach down and scoop the cat up off the ground, the creature letting out a very displeased noise. "It does not sound very happy."

"I'm not just going to leave them here, so let's make this quick, hm?"

As expected the cat had indeed been logged with a new arrival, a Lieutenant Barclay having arrived in regards to studying the wormhole. His quarters were one lift ride and a twenty-minute walk from the security station, Odo pressing the door controls as Dax tried to get the cat to play nice.

She had been unsuccessful the entire journey.

"H-Hello?" The man who answered the door seemed the most removed Starfleet officer Odo had ever seen, clearly nervous to find two people outside of his door. While every officer Odo had ever met stood tall and had an air of confidence in their position, this Barclay looked sorely out of place as he slightly hunched over, trying to appear much shorter than he was. He and Dax can see two large boards set up against the far wall covered with equations behind him in the room, data pads and electronics scattered all over every available surface, save the bedstand that appeared to hold a small bed for the cat.

"We found your cat, Lieutenant." Dax held Spot up with a slight grin, hazel eyes going wide in alarm. "He was on the Promenade."

"Spot! I-I've been looking all over for you!" Barclay shot the cat a frown, the cat letting out a small purr when it registered the other officer. "Naughty girl."

"She's a gorgeous cat, shame she's not the friendliest thing." Dax held out Spot towards Barclay, who was able to scoop up the cat with no resistance. "Escape artist too it seems."

"S-Spot does like e-exploring." Barclay gave them an embarrassed smile, Spot nestling into his arm with more of the purring noise she had made a moment ago. "Sorry, she's enjoying the space station, w-we haven't been off-planet enough for her liking."

"Please ensure Spot doesn't make her way free again; we don't need injuries to occur to those living at the station." Odo gave a slight nod, the Starfleet officer looking even more embarrassed as he hissed something to Spot the changeling couldn't catch. "I wouldn't want to find Quark serving a limited item on his menu."

"What?!" Barclay held Spot closer in alarm, his shoulders relaxing a fraction of a centimeter when he heard Dax giggle behind the security officer. "T-That's a joke, right?"

"Goodnight, lieutenant." Clasping his hands behind his back, Odo headed off down the hallway with a smirk, as the human and Trill watched him leave.

"I-Is he always like that?" Spot purred as her human began to pet her, staring daggers at Jadzia, who pouted in return.

"That's Odo in a good mood, if anything I think he's just curious about your cat."

"Spot does have that effect on people." Spot purred once more in response, before wriggling free of his arms and dropping down, disappearing into Barclay's quarters.

"Well, you and Spot have a good rest of your night, lieutenant; it was nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Barclay watched the Trill head off for the evening for a few moments before closing the door, turning to look at the cat now curled up on his bed without a care in the world.

"Y-You're such a pest." With a smile, the engineer gives Spot a small scratch before returning to his work, pausing when he's about to pick up a data pad. "Computer, p-please inform me if Spot leaves these quarters."

"Acknowledged."

#personal #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #star trek deep space 9 #odo #jadzia dax #reginald barclay #spot #spot tng

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sunlaire · 10 days ago

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discovered your maid au literally moments before i was about to go to bed and now i feel delirious and consumed. by what i can't say on a good christian website. jesus christ okay. what thoughts to fall asleep to. what thoughts indeed. (i'm going to be following this like a hawk. please tell me you've thought more about it also)

(@incesthemes)

OKAY I've been looking forward to answering this all day. Ahh welcome to the maid au, I'm crazy about it. Thank you for sending this ask, this au is constantly on my mind. not a single day goes by where I don't add to it, and it's snowballing out of control to be honest. As someone who really can't write that well, I'm struggling. But I can draw sort of, so

This is a draft for a comic I'm thinking about making. because I NEED to share what happened between Irving and Tozer. It's a lot

If you don't mind, I'm going to open the gate and empty my brain out about these two. So Tozer is hired and he has to share a room with Irving. It's a strange job. But it's not the worst thing he's done for a wage. (He's an ex-marine)

Unfortunately, him and Irving get off to a bad start. Irving avoids Tozer, shuts down any attempt at conversation and is generally pretty cold. (Because he's so embarrassed about being seen in the dress)

Tozer has to get an early start in the mornings, and it works out that he's up and dressed before Irving. Their room is small, two beds that are tucked into alcoves with some walking space between them. Irving is asleep, and it's the most relaxed Tozer ever sees the man. He looks peaceful, hands folded beneath his head. Tozer pulls on his boots, and grabs his rifle from the corner. He goes to leave but lingers, looking at the dress that's hung on the back of the door. Mr. Irving's uniform...

With it's ruffles and long ribbons that nearly touch the floor. When he started this job, sure it was strange seeing men in maid uniforms but he was mostly indifferent. Now, he finds that he likes the look of it. It's pretty. He likes the way it fits irving. He really should be getting to work rather than thinking these idle thoughts. He pushes past the dress and sets off.

Later, hodge finds him. Asks if he's seen Irving. "Not since I left him this morning." And hodge frowns.

"No one has seen that boy all day. Could you be a dear and check your room?" So he does.

And Irving is still sleeping. Which is super unusual for him. Tozer is shifting in place, trying to wake him. calling out his name gets no response. So he carefully shakes him by the shoulder. "Irving. You've slept in." Well, finally Irving is up, startled, wanting to know the time. He's throwing his blankets aside, asking for his uniform.

"oh um, here." Tozer grabs it from the door and hands it over. Irving looks fevered, his cheeks gone pink. taking the dress, he lays it out on his bed then begins to gather his night gown in his hands. And Tozer is just standing there like 👁️👁️

"could you please, um, turn around Mr. Tozer."

"oh! Yeah," he should have just left, but he wasn't thinking and now he feels the nightgown softly hit the back of his boot. He's heard from someone that Irving used to be a sailor. It's hard to believe. Tozer couldn't imagine him on a ship full of men, politely asking them all to turn around while he gets dressed. He almost seems afraid of other men. A shy kind of fellow. A moment later Irving makes a noise, saying something in frustration.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't seem to get the apron tied." Irving mumbles. Tozer glances over at him, sees him turned away, hands behind his back trying to turn those long tangled strands of fabric into a neat bow. He can't help the way his eyes trails down the skirts of the dress. Clear to the ruffled edge then back up to where Irving was struggling to straighten the ties.

"here. Let me." tozer steps up, slowly taking the ties from his hands. Irving lets him, going quiet. So he takes it as permission, and sets to work untangling them and neatly tying them.

He does not know how to make a bow.

He's trying to do that when Irving mumbles something that he doesn't quite catch. He leans in "what was that?"

"I feel light headed." Irving says, and then "I think I should ...sit down," but with the last word, it's as if all his strength left him and he was falling. Tozer managed to catch him around the middle before he went down.

"Irving? Hey," But he's completely out cold. So Tozer lifts him up and puts him back in bed. >:3 and he goes to the kitchen and grabs something for him to eat. 🥰 And he helps him through his illness. And by the end of it, he thinks Irving isn't so bad <33333

#and and and #one sunday tozer bumps into him at church #and almost doesnt recognize him #hes never seen him in mens clothes before #wow #okay okay #im done #they should kiss on the mouth #sigh #maid au

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serenpedac · 6 months ago

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leaning against the other one in close spaces - for Yael/Nate, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

Thank you so much for the prompt, dear Mar!

I had a few ideas for this one, but in the end went for one that is a bit more angsty. I just couldn't let go of the opportunity to write something for their break up fic, but I hope you'll like it.

For anyone who doesn't know, my HC is that during that one scene at the end of Book 3, Nate and Yael actually break up (see here for my rewrite of the scene). Following that, Yael takes on a mission in London.

Words: ~600

Rating: Teen and up

Relationship: Female detective/Nate Sewell

Warnings: None

“Sorry,” Yael mutters. Her voice would have been lost within the clamour of the carriage on the rails and the noises of the people around them, if it hadn’t been for the fact that all Nate’s attention is focused on her and only her. It would be hard not to, with how near she is, the two of them pressed close together by London’s rush hour crowd.

“What would you have to be sorry for?”

She presses her lips together, looking him over inasmuch as the cramped space allows. Which means she mostly looks at the way his head is ducked low and his shoulders hunched to avoid the slanted ceiling.

“For dragging you here.”

A gust of wind enters when the doors slide open, and he takes a deep breath to take advantage of the fresh—fresher—air, while at the same time trying to avoid being jostled by the people exiting and entering.

“You hardly dragged me here.” His soft chuckle is cut short when someone elbows him in his side—by accident, or so he chooses to believe. “It was the Agency who decided I was most suited for this particular mission.” What he omits is how he had volunteered the moment the mission, including its location, came in. It had been a fortunate coincidence that his skill set matched the details so well.

Her eyes are trained on the closing doors that cut off any possible escape. Not that he wants to escape from this. From her. It’s the closest he has been to her since that night, weeks ago.

But maybe she does.

Quietly, as quietly as possible in an overcrowded underground, he asks, “Would you have preferred if I hadn’t…”

“No.” Her teeth clack together at the speed with which she closes her mouth after the quick answer. She swallows, not looking at him. “I mean, I think it was a good thing they sent you. It makes sense, considering your knowledge about historical artefacts and, well, I appreciate your help.”

He follows her gaze to find it’s fixed on where their hands are holding on to the stanchion, separated by no more than a finger’s width of metal pole.

“We make for a good team, I think.” Nate has barely spoken the words, or the carriage jolts, making Yael lose her balance. Without thinking, he grabs her arm to hold her steady, a reflex she mirrors by grabbing on to his waist.

Several moments pass and “holding steady” turns into simply “holding” as they reach a smoother part of the track. The warmth of her hand penetrates the thin fabric of his shirt and what little space there was between them has disappeared, her body now flush against his.

“I…” She does not move away.

How easy it would be to smoothe his hand up her arm, to let his fingertips brush that spot right above her collarbone where her heart is beating fast. How easy indeed to bend down and press his lips against her forehead.

Impossibly, she presses even closer against him.

“... Nate?” Her eyebrows raised, she nods past his shoulder. “It’s our stop, we should get out.”

Oh. Right. He exhales as he loosens his too-tight grip and lets go.

“I’m sorry,” he says, half turning to step outside.

This time, she’s the one to give him a questioning look, but he doesn’t elaborate. He’s not even sure himself what he’s apologising for. For nearly missing their stop? For his inability to let her go? For being who he is: someone who would have hurt her, someone who did hurt her, even when he wants nothing more than to see her happy?

#serenwrites #this scene will be fleshed out more in the actual fic that i'm slowly writing #but i didn't want to make it too long for this #thank you again for the great prompt!#TIL that those poles on the public transport are called stanchions #the wayhaven chronicles

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appleofthemoon · 2 years ago

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⸻ * ❪ ❀ ... CAT & MOUSE

premise. and just when jungwon thought it would be a boring night, another round of chase begins.

pairing. non-idol! yang jungwon x s/o! reader.

pantone. yandere.

word count. six hundred thirty four.

warning. overprotective yandere, possible allusion to drugging, the victim is addressed as a mouse, murder.

note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.

extra note. i haven’t written dark fics in over a month now so please excuse how rubbish this is. i’m using @/dear-yandere’s prompts as my warm ups.

CURIOSITY WON'T KILL THE CAT.

jungwon knows because he's still alive, sitting by your side. and he's entertaining himself by watching the mouse drag herself across the floor, painting a messy, crimson trail as she does so. when she reaches the doorway, she manages to pull herself onto her knees and press one hand upon her wounded abdomen.

silly little thing, she believes she's going to escape. heaving herself upright proves to be a mistake after the pain surges through every nerve in her aching body. and in such agony, she couldn't bother suppressing her scream.

his lips twist into a frown. really, did she have to make so much noise? cleaning the dirty floor is already going to be a pain and a half, now—

you begin to stir, eyes almost fluttering open. that is, until jungwon's humming bleeds into your dream. combine his dulcet lullaby with his gentle caresses upon your skin, and you decide there's nothing wrong with staying under for a little longer. eventually, his fingers dance across your wrist until he feels your slow rhythm once more.

“that's it, baby.” he leans over and kisses your forehead. “sleep tight, i'll deal with our little annoyance.”

satisfied, the dyed noir cat carefully pushes his chair back and removes his dress shirt. as he had come to learn a few months ago, red doesn't let go of white so easily. oh well, at least he knows now. it'd be a shame if he had to destroy another article of clothing—especially when this was one you loved to ‘borrow’ from him.

he picks up his knife and leaves your bedroom, remembering to shut the door as he does so. don’t worry, he’ll clean up the mess later. now that he's sure you won't be disturbed, he's free to run around and look for the mouse.

by a stroke of luck, he finds her wobbling down another hallway. jungwon has to give it to her; she's lasted longer than the others. in fact, he's so impressed, he thinks about letting her go.

“where are you going? you can't run or hide~” he taunts her, the words chillingly echoing through the air.

she looks over her shoulder and sees him getting closer. fear is consuming her, yet she still pushes herself to make it down the hall. it doesn't matter if the pain increases tenfold, she picks up her pace.

by the time the mouse reaches the stairs, there's not much energy left in her. realizing this, she resigns herself to leaning against the wall, chest almost caving in on itself as she slurs, “i'm sorry.. please don't kill me..”

jungwon crouches down and innocently tilts his head to the side. “why not?”

“please.. please.. i won't tell anyone..”

“i see..”

“i.. i swear.. i'll do anything..”

“any~thing?”

“yesss..”

he seems to give it some thought. she really is fun to play with. it wouldn't be far off to say she's the best toy he's had in a while. perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to keep her a little longer..

he draws out a sigh. “but you came here to hurt my baby, don't think i forgot that.”

indeed, for some reason, her stupid mind conceived the idea that by doing so, the pain your rejection inflicted upon her will ebb.

so jungwon decides to test the theory for her. of course, he makes a few modifications before that.

“wh.. why-” is all she manages to choke out before her body falls slack, just like her heart's rhythm. without her hands weakly fighting to pull his knife away, he gives it a little extra twist.

the cat, now satisfied with the knowledge that his theory is correct, merely smiles and lifts his bloody hand to pat her head.

“because experimenting is fun.”

#yandere enhypen #yandere enha #yandere jungwon #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enha scenarios #jungwon imagines #jungwon scenarios #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #jungwon x reader

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moorishflower · 2 years ago

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a fic I'm reading in a different fandom references the Chinese fable of the Magpie Bridge a lot, and while reading, I couldn't help but think, okay, but this could also be a great concept for a Dreamling fic 🤔

Two lovers, one a goddess, one human, so their love is forbidden. Separated by the Milky Way, they can only meet once a year when a flock of magpies form a bridge across for them.

Swap in 100 years for 1 year and ravens for magpies and there you have it!

oh this is a GOOD one

there are so many good bird-related fables and folk tales! I've been tooling around with the idea of a Dreamling AU of the Crane Wife story, especially because it's one of my favorite songs/series of songs by The Decemberists.

Like, imagine Hob, poor, humble, a mercenary in a time of peace, laid down his sword, and he's glad of it, he's SO glad, but his sword was what brought him coin, and now he has nothing. He has a little house that was gifted to him, and a little copse of woods in which he can hunt and cut wood, but winter is coming on, and the house wants for repairs, and he has no money to purchase supplies. He's doing the best he can and winter is so cold.

The stars fall like streaks of rain on glass, the twilight sky a scattering of silver and bruisy blue, and it is December 1st, and Hob Gadling chops wood for the fire. Stupid, to let the embers dwindle, and he with no logs to feed it, and the sun sinking deep below the horizon. It's bitter cold in daylight, and already the chill bites into his fingers, and numbs his hold on the axe.

Dangerous, to chop wood at night, in the dark, in the cold. Dangerous, too, to fall asleep in a cottage that's more holes than thatch, where the wind whistles at him through the timbers, with a dead hearth and thin blankets.

So Hob chops wood, and tells himself he's grateful for the chance the king has given him. For services rendered to the crown, a home and a plot of land in times of peace. A princely gift indeed. And perhaps, when winter thaws, they will find his body curled upon the bed, frozen stiff, with a dead hearth and empty pockets. Firewood, he thinks, does not buy food. A run-down cottage does not put clothes upon your back.

He sets the axe down to blow into his hands, and the stars blow like milk across the sky, a beautiful line of white that he tracks with his eyes, as though he could navigate by that curling stream. The temptation to return to his cottage, to bundle up beneath his few blankets and await the dawning, is sorely tempting.

The winter is bitter cold, and Hob reaches for the axe again.

The third sapling is not yet even half-felled before he's interrupted by a shout. Hunters come, sometimes, to his little copse, to flush out partridges and hares, and sometimes he is too heartsick for company to deny them, but tonight he is freezing, and his chest is heavy with anger. He swings the axe upon his shoulder and goes towards the noise, wading through the underbrush, following the bay of a hound, and the sharp whistle of its master.

"Oy!" he calls out, and hears the noises stop. "These are my woods, mine by gift of the King, and if you've felled some hart or hare I'll take my share of it!"

"Fuck off!" comes the answering call, and laughter, and the retreating sound of footsteps. The panting of a dog, disappearing into the brush.

He wants to return to the cottage, where at least he has the illusion of warmth. But he heard the crush of the branches, and the hound's eager signal. The hunter had found something, and he needn't even fully butcher it tonight. The cold will keep it well so long as he bleeds it and takes out the entrails, and, heartened by the thought of a warm meal come morning, Hob pushes through the darkening woods, following broken twigs by the light of the rising moon.

When he comes upon the clearing, the silver gleam of the tumbling stars casts it all in shades of cream and starkly alarming shadow, but even in the dimness he can make out the small body in the center, and smell the hot tang of blood.

"Oh," he says softly, and lets the axe fall from his hand. No hart, nor hare, nor even a fat partridge. Only a raven, glossy and nacred black, thrashing weakly in the rotting leaves of winter. An arrow through its wing. "Poor thing. Sweet little thing. It's all right."

He could snap its neck, he thinks. The meat would be gamey and thin, but even leather, boiled long enough, will make a tolerable soup. And surely it would be a blessing, to put it from its misery. A raven with a single wing cannot fly. A raven that cannot fly is not a raven.

Still, when he goes to it, and kneels beside it in the dark, he reaches not for its neck, but for its tiny, heaving breast. "Hush," he croons, and strokes a finger through its downy feathers. "It's all right. Let's get that out of you."

The arrow is black-fletched, perhaps the reason a hunter would bother to shoot a raven in the first place. Needless fancy, when goose feathers fly straight and true, and afterwards one can eat the goose besides. But the shaft of the arrow is wood, the same as any other, and easily snapped. The raven writhes and croaks, miserable, pained, and blood dampens Hob's hands as he pulls the broken arrow from its seat. He can see the white flash of bone, and the blood that slicks the ground turns dark as the loam of the earth under the rising moon.

"Christ's nails," he says, and the raven turns its head, its eye a perfect, black little button, its mouth open and panting. It makes no attempt to flee, not by wing and not by foot. The ravens in London are uncommonly clever, he thinks -- perhaps this is one of them, blown far off course. Perhaps it senses that he tries to help.

He has no healing salves, nor needle and thread to try and stitch the wound closed, and no knowledge of birds' wings, besides. But he has his tunic, worn but clean. Hob takes up his knife from his hip, and begins to cut long strips from the bottom of his tunic, until he has a loose coil of woolen cloth, and a hole that bares his belly to winter's bite. Gooseflesh raises on every inch of his arms, and he shivers.

"This is my only tunic," he tells the raven. "I hope it brings you some comfort." He puts back his knife, and peels the raven's wing apart from its body, stretching out the pinions full and beautiful, long and slender as fingers. Blood oozes sluggishly from the wound and, one-handed, Hob begins to wind the strip of wool around the shape of the raven's wing, tight as he dares, until red spots it through, but, at least, no longer waters the barren earth.

When he ties off the cloth, the raven yanks its wing back, and tilts its head at Hob. Birds cannot have expressions, but if he were to label it so, he would say the thing was confused. Alarmed. Considering.

Then it shakes its sleek little head, the ruffed beard at its throat puffing out. When it croaks, it almost sounds like a word.

Name, the raven rasps. Name, name, and Hob laughs.

"Funny little thing," he says. "You've spent much time around humans, then. Maybe you are one of London's ravens. Hob Gadling is my name, for what good it does me. If the winter gets much colder, it will accompany me to my grave. No coin for food, nor clothes, nor nails to patch the king's cottage." His laughter turns bitter in his mouth, and he cuts it off before it can become a scream, or worse, a sob. "But I can help a raven. If I do nothing else in this life, I can do a few kindnesses before I go. To make up for all the men I've killed."

The raven tilts its head, back and forth, and back and forth. It fluffs out its feathers, and rights itself upon the ground. It's a fine-looking bird, he thinks. Thin, but so beautifully feathered that one can hardly tell at first glance. The down of its chest and wing had been softer than a woman's breast, and Hob thinks of his straw mattress, and his cold, thin blanket, and wonders if the raven will make it through the night.

"I'd keep you, if you'd let me," he offers, feeling foolish for speaking so candidly to a wild bird. The raven blinks its liquid eyes at him. "The nights are longer and lonelier than ever, and I've no wife to warm me at home. But a raven is a fine companion. And I've got some bread and salt beef left that I can share." He offers it his wrist, expecting nothing.

When the bird steps lightly up, spreading out its wings to balance, he feels some small ember kindle in his breast.

"All right," he says, and dares to try and stroke the raven's throat with his finger. It tolerates him for a moment, seeming as surprised as Hob, and then snips at him with its beak. "Cheeky thing. Pretty thing. Will you be mine, then?"

The raven tilts its dear little head. Blood has oozed through the bandage around its wing, a startling red exclamation against off-white wool.

Mine, it croaks. Mine.

And Hob laughs, and tucks the little thing against his chest to shield it from the wind. His axe he leaves buried to its haft in cold soil. He will return come morning to fetch it. For now, he will make do with the wood he's chopped, and hope it burns the night through. If not for his sake, then for the raven.

And if he passes in the night from cold, well. He hopes the raven makes use of him then, too. It would only be fitting.

The stars are falling still, when Hob trudges through the darkened woods towards his cottage. They gleam like specks of dew on morning grass; they fall like snowflakes in the depths of winter, and in the raven's eyes they reflect in silver splendor, a dozen times refracted into an endless night-blooming sky.

#dreamling #the crane wife #hob gadling #dream of the endless #ask response #the sandman #fanfic

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hel-phoenyx · 2 months ago

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Skuld, Kaizarz and Valentina are @corneille-but-not-the-author's, Meili is @azeler's, Oli is @thal-ent's and Domhildr is @soupedepates's

You know there's some days like this.

Days when you're just lying down under the sun, sun too harsh for my constitution might I add, armor down and only in shirt and pants to be perfectly sure I'm only going to get sunburnt around my scales, with contraband erotica in my hands.

Good days.

Yeah I know, there's a word in my thoughts that doesn't see quite right. How can I, Krakenian nobility of sorts, endorse smuggling ? And to that I'll answer it's not my fault the best books are Inkan. That vampire writer with a reputation really knows how to write.

Also I have ties with clandestine groups. Many. Many ties.

So yeah. It's hard enough finding a book in the Coast so I have to smuggle my reading material here. And Olivia just happened to sell me with a huge discount a batch that contained a lot of erotica. She winked at me when she gave them to me, saying it's from Solveig. Neither of them have forgotten me, it seems.

I would have preferred that, but it's also my fault for relying on their activity.

Aaaanyway. Enough with the backstory, my point is, I'm having a good day. Oli is sunbathing somewhere and Meili is probably meditating, if I judge by his serene expression and posture. This time, Skuld couldn't get out of her cave, even though the departure is very close at hand ; and I don't wanna think about Valentina right now. So, the only two I don't know the whereabouts of are Domhildr and Kaizarz.

It's worrying for different reasons, but I'm too absorbed in my book to seek them. Hey, it's a good book. And in Ink those kinds of books still are very, very rare, so I must enjoy it while it lasts.

Some noise makes itself heard a lil bit further on the boat. Probably Kaizarz. I would recognize his steps anywhere, especially on the ocean where my senses are heightened. And I have the confirmation when something litteraly leaps towards me.

I don't lift my head. The scene I'm reading is a bit too fascinating for that, even if it is, indeed, Kaizarz ; That's saying how well the book is written. And, well, when the two main characters are finally sleeping together after a slowburn I have never seen before in erotica of course I have to see what's next.

"Hey bro ! Wanna come swim with us ?"

I don't even lift my head.

"I'm warning you, your majesty, as much as I like you, this time I will not activate my spell for you to float with your armor on."

I had enough with the last five times. Seriously, that man is gonna be the death of me in several ways and one is exhausting my magic so I can stop his 8'3'' ass in full metal armor from drowning.

I think he realised I was casting a spell to make him float when I fainted once and he suddenly needed to use way more energy to swim. After that he never asked us to dive in the ocean again, that is, until today.

I guess someone finally learned how to swim in just a shirt and pants as one does. And that someone is still standing next to me, waiting for a more conclusive answer I didn't give for a reason.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I had enough with one occasion of you fainting in the middle of the sea. Don't wanna save you from drowning again..."

I can taste the heaviness in that specific sentence. I don't say anything.

"So I took my precautions ! I can swim just fine, so, you coming or what ?"

I knew he wouldn't get satisfied with a vague no. And I really can't say it explicitely to him, his puppy smile always makes me fold. The tribulations of a man in love.

I guess I'll have to use clearer metaphors to express my absolute absence of desire to go in the godsdamned sea. With all due respect to my great-great-grandpa.

"As you can see, I am in the middle of reading, so-"

While saying that, I commit the mistake of lifting my head. And my next words just block themselves in my throat.

Are you fucking kidding me there-

Kaizarz. My king. The one I'm in love with since, apparently, a long time. Idiot with a heart of gold, if I do say so myself. Used to swimming in the ocean in full armor. after so many infructuous attempts from Domhildr to undress him one way of another. Is standing fucking shirtless in front of me.

By all the rotten scales of the Ocean Dragon why right now ????

Worst is he's smiling and that is probably what is coloring my cheeks red the most. That, and the fact I can recall where he got some of the scars and those are moments I really can't forget. cue the Tournament for Glory.

And I'm reading godsdamn porn, give me a fucking break !!!

Of course he notices something changed in my attitude, and tilts his head towards me, eyes full with worry.

"You okay bestie ? You're red as fuck..."

"... You know me and sunlight," I manage to utter between my lips, hoping to not sound too needy. "I have a very low heat tolerance and you're doing anything but blocking the sun right now."

Quite the contrary, in fact. Because the sun doesn't smile and wave towards me with laugh lines behind the beard, but mine sure as fuck does.

Fortunately, he's still oblivious to my internal struggles. He just shrugs.

"Going for a swim may help you with that ?"

"Later. I'm reading."

"And I know better than to get in the way between Tyr and a book," he laughs with that huge smile that makes my heart flutter everytime. See you later then !"

Thank ocean he doesn't search further. I hurriedly come back to my book, a false good idea considering the page I'm at, and he waves at me before diving right in the ocean. Leaving behind him Domhildr, that I didn't notice until now, with a smile up to her ears.

"Enjoying the view ?"

From my mouth escapes the heaviest sigh I have ever let go.

"So you're telling me, Domi, that the day you finally manage to get him topless is the day I am balls deep in a sex scene from my newest book ?"

Domhildr has a teasing laugh. Joined by Oli, that apparently noticed the commotion.

"I know something else you wanna get balls deep in right now~"

"And I know someone else who is topless," adds Oli with a sly smile. "Right, Tyr ?"

...

Alright.

You want war, you little shits ?

I'll give you Civil War.

And this time there's no Kaizarz to stop a Tyrant.

I don't say a word while I mark my book, carefully, before standing up like I would go back to my cabin, the usual reaction when there's too much teasing. But instead of just isolating to finish my godsdamn reading in peace, I leap towards the two annoyances and catch one in my hand before throwing the other on my shoulder.

Both scream in surprise, and I almost hear Domhildr calling for Kaizarz, but it's too late, I am heading towards my destination and I am determined. Also, I am the strongest one there right after Kaizarz, so there's no use fighting against me, one-handed or not.

"You win this, you little cockroaches. Time to freshen up your filthy heads !"

"Nooooooooo ! Let me go, you big ass bitch !"

"Kaizaaaaaaaarz ! Tyr is being a meaniiiiiiiiie !"

But Kaizarz is already where I wanna send you, and Meili doesn't even flinch when I throw those two overboard, before invoking a wave big enough to catch them before they have any chance to fly away.

Who's laughing now, uh ?

I was careful now to let them drown, but the precaution is useless. Domhildr landed on Kaizarz head, both of them submerged by the wave, and Oli managed to catch one of his arms. And both of them are now looking at me with exaggerated outrage.

From up there on the boat, I smile and wave.

"Enjoy the bathtime !"

"Gngngngngngn," grunts Domhildr while lifting her fist. "Wait until our wings are dry and you're gonna get it !"

"Oh, I'm terrified. What are you gonna do, headbutt me in the knees ?"

"I will punch your dick, asshole-"

She raises her fist again, but loses momentum and falls right in Kaizarz's arms. Kaizarz who is, might I say, laughing with a very lost expression. Surprised by the weather, dear ? On the sea, I make the forecast, and I predict a sudden rain of annoying friends.

"You're on wing cleaning duty, you big bully" adds Oli while sticking their tongue at me. "And enjoy your place up there while it lasts !"

"Oh, I don't know, I think you're both in a very enjoyable position right now."

That is, one gripping Kaizarz's biceps and the other on his arms, laying right on his chest. I'd almost get jealous, if those weren't my dearest friends.

Oli and Domhildr are probably still cussing me out, but I stopped listening to them. I have a book to finish, after all, and finally some sort of peace for me to enjoy.

Meili, out of his meditating, gives me a inquisitive look.

"Bullying the young again, Tyr ?"

"They started it. I was trying to read. Also, there has to be an upside in being both the eldest and the second tallest, dont'cha think ?"

He shakes his head in faked dissapointment.

"You're enjoying that a bit too much."

"Says the one that threw an entire water bucket on Domi's head last drinking game. Bucket included."

"Well, she almost got me drowned, so it's appropriate."

Fair. And I think we can agree Domhildr always deserves it. When it's harmless bullying.

Anyway, back to the book. I need to know if the main characters are finally telling each other I love you's or if it's only a new step in that absolute slowburn.

... wait why am I feeling menaced right now-

I don't even have time to think "fuck". Something non identified, yet very identifyable just caught me right around the waist to give me the Oli treatment : Being thrown on a shoulder. And why do I say it's very identifyable ?

One : There's nobody but one person tall and strong enough to pull that.

Two : There's ginger hair in my field of vision.

Three : I'd recognize that laugh anywhere.

"Hey, what the fuck, Kaizarz ???"

I try to escape, but it's no use, he's holding me too tight and only thing I can do is squirm in his arms. Gods is that an awkward position. I still have not recovered from the shirtless-vision-after-reading-about-sex situation, and now he's both holding me tight and laughing like someone about to do something I'll be the only one to regret ?

Worst is I can see his face from my position and that mischevious look is not helping me regain strenght.

"Let me go, you big dumb ass-"

"No no no," he laughs without even loosening his grip. "You know what happens to big bullies, Tyr, when they throw people in the sea ! They get karmic retribution~"

"I'm gonna shove that retribution up your ass if you don't let go-"

I was planning to use another wave to land softly when he, inevitably, throws me in the sea. Maybe concentrate all my energy to try and walk on water, even though I'm still unable to pull that. But Kaizarz had other plans, apparently.

Because that absolute asshole, with all my affection, just jumped in the water still holding me. Before letting go at the last fucking second.

Bitch-

So of course no time to try and minimize the damage. I emerge soaked in saltwater and with my clothes sticking to my skin in a very, very not enjoyable feeling.

"For fuck's sake," I snarl while trying to stabilise in the water. "I had just remade my hairdo !"

"I can do it again for you, Kriss showed me how to," said my unshakeable king with his puppy smile on his face. "And you looked like you needed a bath !"

Oli and Domhildr did not stop laughing since I emerged, but I do not pay them any attention. My entire being is focused on Kaizarz that looks too happy to have enacted their revenge.

My eyes roll.

"I am so gonna bite you."

"Try me~"

I, in fact, do not try. Because he's better at me in one-on-one combat, even right there in the sea, and I do not intend to lose my advantage even for the very tempting idea to sink my very pointy teeth into his shoulder and see if he can still use that arm to throw me in the ocean. In place, I just invoke another wave to crash righ on his face.

Better fight on a field I have the upper hand in, right ?

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