#he can't be surprised by anything at this point

[daniellesis54]

My wife was a little reluctant to the idea of chastity. She didn't understand why I was turned on by having my manhood taken away. It didn't take her long to realize how much she enjoyed my increased attentiveness and obedience. It wasn't really a conscious decision, but I did notice how into became increasingly submissive and needy the longer I was caged.

My original suggestion was for a night or a weekend, but she quickly extended each lock up longer and longer until I was in chastity more often than not. Not only was I more helpful, but she discovered how much she enjoyed teasing me. Just brushing her ass or hand against me, wearing a low-cut shirt or bringing up my cage, brought me to my knees, straining against my prison. Her interest was such that she even bought me a new smaller metal cage because she felt it was more secure and wanted me to feel the cage when when I was soft.

Other than her taking charge of our relationship, not much else has changed for several months. My wife would release me when she wanted to use my dick or reward me, but most nights, I spent qith my head between her legs after I finished my chores. She discovered she enjoyed oral much more when there was no expectation to return the favor.

One night, I made the mistake of complaining about how my cage kept slipping during the day. She decided tighter underwear would solve the issue and put me in one of her cotton thongs. While it did solve the problem, it also was the beginning of my complete emasculation. Within a week, my underwear was replaced with panties, and it wanted long before she was dressing me up in her clothes or paining my nails.

It's strange because those are things I would have never let happen before I was locked in chastity. I'm not sure if it was the inability to get hard or how small I looked and felt in my cage, but I barely resisted when she suggested it. I didn't enjoy it when she fe.inozed me, but I did enjoy how happy it made her and how humiated I felt, and eventually, I had my own section of the closet.

My wifes new found enjoyment of domination and humiliation only grew, the further she pushed me. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when she walked into the bedroom with a pair of handcuffs and a stapon. For the first time since she caged me, I flat out refused. Despite how silly I felt, I stood there in my skirt and heels and stood my ground. It didn't take much rubbing on my panties to dissolve my resistance, and before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of her dick.

It wasn't particularly large but noticeable bigger than mine. She made sure to point out that she was bigger than me before making me suck it. She also made sure to point out how hard i was in my cage while giving her head. Humilated and so horny I was willing to do anything for release I let her bend me over and fuck me. At first, it hurt, and I thought I would be split in half, but after a few minutes I started feeling something else.

Anytime I'm caged, I start feeling pressure behind my balls within a day or two. It's almost enjoyable but mostly frustrating, like and itch you can't scratch. Her strapon not only scratched the itch but pounded it into another state of existence. I shook and screamed and came over and over helplessly impaled on her dick until she finally took mercy on me.

She hasn't released me from chastity since that night, and when she introduced her bigger strap on, i discovered how much size matters. Now, she takes me out regularly to tease me about picking up a well-endowed stud to fuck both of us. Making me pick out guys and comment on their bulges. was pretty sure she would never actually do it. That's when he walked up and introduced himself. I wanted to run away, but I knew my wife was interested and that I wouldn't.

We went back to his room, and my anxiety was noticeable. I didn't want this to happen. It was too much and too fast. Then he handed me a glass of champagne and while standing in front of me i could clearly see the outline of his cock. It was so massive that my jaw actually dropped, and I blushed. They both laughed at my reaction, and he suggested I get a better look at it. I was so nervous I couldn't move, and my wife quickly stepped in and undid his belt and zipper. She release his unbelievably large cock and it swung out nearly hitting me in the face.

At that moment a switch flipped inside of my brain and all I could think about was how much I wanted that cock inside of me. I felt instantly inferior and submissive and like my only purpose in life was to worship the gods like cock in front of me. His size was overwhelming, and despite my wifes hands and guidance supporting me, I barely got the head in my mouth. I did my best to show him how incredible he was and how much I needed his big dick. I told him all the things I ever fantasized that I woman would say to me.

It wasn't long before he had me down to by bra and panties and was standing between my trembling g legs. He complimented me on how smooth my legs were and asked if I was ready to become a real girl. Before I could even answer, he forced his massive head inside of me. I screamed that he was too big and splitting me in half but he only held me down and condensendingly told me that it's ok and to relax.

I hated him more than anything I had ever hated at that moment. He had no idea what it was like to be impaled helplessly on such a big dick. He wasn't gentle like my wife and befoe he even got half of it inside of me I knew I would be sore for days. The pain did subside, and I wish I could tell you more about that night, but I barely remember the next day.

After the start of the first orgasm he forced out of my body the night gets really fuzzy. I know he made me cum over and over until I was begging him to paint my insides with his cum. I know my wife got herself off several times watching him dominate me. I remember the sounds of her cumming as hard and frequently as it. I also remember being woke up to suck his dick in the early morning before it was even sunrise. Other than that, the only thing I knew when I limped out of his room was that I would do anything to get fucked by him again. I even told him that several times as he walked us out and my wife still can't get over how much of a slut his big dick made me.

I completely agree Babe!!!

[shanefuckingscott]

Sevika Headcanons 🦾

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

What I think Sevika would be like generally. a little bit of switch Sevika. 🦾

SFW:

She can cook well. She just doesn't cook OFTEN. I think that's something people don't get, but I think she's a good cook.

If you can't cook, she'll happily cook for the both of you.

If you can't, she'll probably most definitely make fun of you for not knowing how to use a knife, but she'll be happy to cook for you.

As long as you wash the dishes.

She does not have a type at all. Physical appearance? None. All she wants is someone competent, and someone that is okay with her not being home as much. But she does make it up to you.

If you have long hair, she'll braid it, and even help you oil your scalp once in awhile, like her mother taught her to.

If you have short and buzzed hair, she likes to run her hand through the freshly buzzed hair, and also like to help you oil your scalp.

Amazing with henna. You once bought her some henna, and she teared up a little bit, since it's been a long time since she's ever done henna on herself, ever since her mom died.

She decorates you with henna once in awhile, during her free time, and she likes to teach you about her culture that her mom has passed down onto her, and you help her heal her inner child by doing that.

You like to get her in touch of her culture, and she likes you even more because of that. In Zaun, there's not much of a place for sentimentality, but this, her culture, her mother is a part of her, and you like to remind her that with what happens everyday, she's still herself. That she's not just a woman fighting for the freedom of Zaun, that she's also herself.

She tends to forget that, after all.

TOUCH STARVED AS HELL.

Won't let just anyone touch her, only you, though.

She's actually really clingy. I mean, REALLY clingy. You'd be surprised. Of course, she still has a reputation to maintain, but even so, she doesn't shy away from showing you love outside the comfort of your own home.

Her love languages are definitely Acts of Service, Physical Touch, and Gift Giving.

She likes to do small things for you, like make you a cup of coffee in the morning. Charge your phone, when you're asleep. Give you a massage when you had a particularly bad day.

I lied. It's not small things, she does EVERYTHING for you. Opening doors wherever you go. Helping you change out of your clothes when you're drunk. Carrying you wherever, when your feet feel tired. Anything, you name it.

For gift giving, she likes getting you stuff that remind her of you. Like, a particular flower, or trinket, that she thinks you'll love, she'll find a way to get it. If she can't however, she'll just tell you about it. "I saw a butterfly. Reminded me of you" Anything.

Sometimes, when she goes away for long periods of time, you better expect 2 things. 1. she'll come home with alot of bruises and cuts. 2. She brought food, or a little trinket.

When Sevika is out for a work trip, she'll call you the whole way there, until she has to get off the trainz and actually do business.

Hates, hates, hates when you're the one going out, and it's her rest day. She's not stopping you from having your own life, she's just a baby that wants your undivided love and attention. And who are you to deny her of such?

Not often jealous, but extremely possessive.

I lied, she is a bit jealous, but not because she doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust other people.

One time you were out at night and a guy catcalled you. Ooh, boy, let's just say he was beyond saving at that point.

She's EXTREMELY loyal. That actually goes without saying, but just wanted to put that out there.

And you're as loyal to her as she is to you. That's what she admires so much about you, not just the love, but the loyalty, and how she knows that you're always on her side, and you'll choose her no matter what.

She loves, loves, loves it when you cut her hair. You're the only person besides a barber that can touch her hair.

She's really careful of not hitting, or crushing you with her robotic hand, and at first, she doesn't even touch you with it. But when you show her it's okay, and you're not scared of her, she loosens up a bit, and lets you hold it. With caution.

She likes it when you caress her face, and absolutely loves it when you kiss her knuckles. Even on her robotic hand.

She giggles like a little girl, when you two are alone. It's kind of cute to see her that way. That's her way of showing her vulnerability.

She loves drama. There's alot of perks of being the right hand woman. She gets to hear everything going on in Zaun. Although she is a quiet woman, she'll tell you everything that happened throughout the day, any drama that she comes across, and you guys laugh together about it. "Did you know (name) and (name) just got divorced?! Turns out (name) was a cheating prick!" She gossips to you. you of course match her energy, and be as shocked as her, "I fucking knew it!"

That was your bonding time with her. Yup, gossiping.

She sleeps with her on your chest, and you cuddle her head, and wrap your legs around her.

Her idea of a date is having you on top of her on the couch, as you both binge eat, and watch some horror together.

She is a bit of a scardey cat, when it comes to horror, so often times, her grip tightens on you, and she'll hide her face in your chest. You pause the movie, and comfort her, and change it to comedy, or something.

NSFW:

She's a bit of a switch.

She gets really turned on, when you comfort her in your chest though. Sometimes you think she just does it for the attention, but you don't seem to mind.

"You want me to change it, baby? Yeah?" You say, as you run your fingers through her hair. She nods. "mhm"

she says, and you change the channel immedietly. She flips the two of you, and now she's on top of you. You're now watching a dumb sitcom, and she's peppering your face with kisses.

You giggle at her antics, but don't try to stop her. "Oh, my baby, were you scared?" you coo at her, your legs high above the air, and you caress her face.

"Mhm, so scared." She says to you. She takes your sweater off, admiring the view. She's careful not to crush you with her bionic arm, as she goes down, and licks you nipples, and sucks them, and plays with the other tit with her other hand.

She likes making you moan, the louder the better. When you try to put a pillow over your head, or you try to use your hand to cover your mouth, she's grabbing it away from your mouth, to let you moan freely, and loudly.

"mhm, s-sev! More!" She likes it when you're needy, fucking loves it when you beg. "S-sevi, please!"

She can't say no to you that long, so she gives in almost immedietly, right after she teases the fuck out of you.

She takes your pants off, and sniffs your panties. (Yes, we got ourselves a panty sniffer, but it's okay, it's her, and we love her.)

"Y-you're such a perv!" and with that, she throws your panties somewhere on the floor, and she spreads your legs apart. You moan. She takes a good look at your wet cunt.

She takes a finger, and runs it along your silky folds, "mhmm, se-vika! s-stop teasing!" She smirks at you, and she finally goes down, not giving you a second to process that she's taking a stripe of your cunt. "A-ah, hmm, sev-ika, yo-u fe-el so g-good"

you can barely speak properly.

she eats your pussy like its her last meal on earth, she just hits all the right spots, and you pull her hair a little harder, and moaning louder.

and just like that, you were about to cum. like magic. Her tongue should be kept in bars, for how good it feels, it's unfair.

"s-sevika, I'm cl-ose!" You moan out, your take your hand, and fondle your own tits, while you moan her name "se-sevika!!"

"Cum for me, baby, I want you to come in my mouth" she tells you. It's like a magic word at this point when she tells you to cum for her, you actually do.

"o-oh yes! hmm, fuck!" You throw your head back, your grip on her hair tightening, and you push her deeper, and deeper into your pussy.

You were practically drowning her. But you know this is what she wants. This is what she loves.

After awhile, when you calm down, you pull her up, and lean in for a deep kiss. You can actually taste yourself a bit in her mouth.

When you finally gain the energy, you smirk at her, "Now it's your turn baby~" You say to her, pushing her on to the couch, and make her lay there. You position yourself between her thighs, and you pull per pants off.

You take a whiff of her sex, and she smells absolutely amazing. You take your time with her, your tongue slow, sensual, and you taste every part of her. When she moves around alot, that's when you decide to take your hand, and wrap it around her legs, and hips, to keep her from pushing. She's pulling back, little by little as she gets closer and closer.

You pull her back, practically wrestling her, "You're not going anywhere, Sevi" You say firmly, and get back to what you're eating. She huffs, and whimpers, and she grips your hair tightly, her body stiffening up, and you can feel her grind herself on your tongue, you let her dance for a bit, until she's almost close. You put 2 fingers in her pussy, and pump it fast and hard, in contrast to the slow, and sensual licking of her clit.

She's grinding more and more now, her grip ever so slightly getting harder, and harder. "F-fuck, princess, you're s-so fuck-ing good, mhm, I'm almost there!" She sobs, you smile while eating her out, and maintain eye contact with her, you pull back and slowly finger her, just teasing her a little bit. She whines even more. "Hmm, baby, I want you to look at me when I make you cum. Got that?" She looks at you flustered, and she nods.

You smirk, and you put your mouth back on her, and your fingers pump faster and faster, and there she is trying her best not to throw her head back.

"c'm fr m, bby" You say while you suck and lick her clit.

And with that, her body convulses, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and she grinds on your face more, and more. You close your eyes, enjoying the tastes of her juices coming out, your fingers still fast, and your face getting soaked from her squirting cunt.

You pull back, and take your fingers out of her. You lick her clean, not missing a spot, and you make her suck on your fingers, as she pants, she opens her mouth, and suck it clean.

You get up, and get a towel for her, she's still experiencing the aftermath of her orgasm. "Enjoy yourself, baby?" You ask her teasingly with a smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes, and it honestly looks like she's making a sex face at you right now. You chuckle, and cuddle up to her naked, and she giggles at you.

"I love you so fucking much, Sevi." You look up at her, cupping her cheeks with your hand, and you went up to kiss the top of her head.

She's still catching her breath, bit alot calmer now, and she smiles at you. "and I love you, princess. Janna, that mouth of yours, huh?"

You both giggle for the night, and fell asleep just like that.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Okay, so is it obvious I like writing switch Sevika, or not?

This was actually a bit of an emotional roller-coaster to write, but I kind of like it.

[gatitties]

Oh, oh! I have a idea! Because i was read the new post about reader who didn't mind to eat spicy food made me giggled and gave me a new idea.

How about.. a reader, who is just popping out of nowhere?

Like every time someone doing anything or someone calls their name, they're like "Hello!" and then startling the people in the process. It would be funny!

Can the straw hats, heart pirates, and kid pirates react?

─Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x reader

─Summary: You appear and disappear like a magician when your name is called, scaring everyone.

─Warnings: none

Strawhats ver.

Oh, I have a similar post with the strawhats, but not for the other two hehehe

─ If you're going to kill the entire crew with a heart attack, you're doing it just fine, Law doesn't even understand how you appear out of nowhere.

─ Do you have some kind of secret power that they don't know about? He really thinks about it seriously.

─ Poor Bepo, no matter how many times it happens, he'll always be startled when he does a double take and finds you in a corner where you definitely weren't just a second ago.

─ As incredible as it may seem, Shachi and Penguin can detect when and where you'll appear, as if they sense the storm brewing with your mere presence.

─ Ikkaku has scolded you so many times for scaring her in the kitchen, more than once she's hit you with a spoon accidentally just like Jean Bart, these two have fragile hearts, give them a break.

─ Law prepares a random object to teleport you somewhere else when he says your name, but you still go back to the room as if he hadn't sent you to the other end of the submarine.

─ He'll send you on all the missions that require a minimum of stealth, or simply if he wants to scare someone he doesn't like.

─ They start to think you live in the walls or something, you don't just appear out of nowhere, you also find out about all the gossip without being present (or that's what they think).

─ Sometimes they blame you if something breaks, even if you have nothing to do with it, since they assume you're everywhere like an omnipotent being, it's more likely that it's your fault.

─ Those days are a chaos of accusations to prove your innocence, because obviously it wasn't you, right? Probably not…

─ It was surprising the first few times, and yes, you scared some of them, but it's a regular thing now.

─ They don't understand where you come from, if it's a power or something, they don't question it either, but what they don't understand is why you just stare at them for a few seconds in silence before disappearing out of nowhere again.

─ Probably some staring contests with Wire until you get tired and disappear (you don't have to admit defeat if you run away before).

─ Whenever Kid needs help in his workshop he just says your name like it was a summons and there you are before he finishes saying your name.

─ Whenever they want to talk about you they call you “the-one-who-must-not-be-named” so you don't appear out of nowhere, it's very difficult to keep secrets from you when you seem to be everywhere at all times.

─ Although it is a plus point, you find out a lot of things, so you have long gossip talks with Heat and Wire.

─ Killer won't be surprised if he finds you in the kitchen at any time of the day having a small snack, you'll be gone in a blink as if you melted into the shadows before he can scold you.

─ They make bets on where or when you will appear in front of them during the day, the one who guesses the most can get out of doing chores the next day.

─ If something explodes out of nowhere, all the blame will be on you and you won't even be able to prove that it wasn't you, you can't fool Killer.

─ They definitely use you as an escape method if they are in a bind, you are a good distraction method against enemies.

[queer-obsession]

Just a small drabble. Kenma has a high maintenance girlfriend and has no idea (read: he doesn't care and thinks you're way too amazing for him). Song below makes me think of the dynamic

Warnings: Kenma x Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, you're into your appearance and typical "feminine" things (by heteronormative standards) in this one, you are just mentioned in this, not actually in it. it's more of a conversation between kenma and kuroo, sorry. really short, i could expand the concept into a fic in the future.

Kuroo looks over Kenma's shoulder to see what's distracting him from Kuroo's riveting story of his last business trip and is surprised to see Kenma confirming an online order. "Buying a new game?" Kuroo asks with a grin.

Kenma rolls his eyes and leans away from him in response. "No. I ordered a new bag for ____ ." His tone suggests it's nothing out of the ordinary, and it isn't, but it still causes Kuroo to raise an eyebrow.

"She's kinda high maintenance, huh?" Kuroo comments his thoughts out loud.

Kenma scrunches his face up as he looks at Kuroo like he's stupid. "No."

Kuroo pauses for a moment and just blinks because Kenma is not naive or oblivious. In fact, he's able to read people almost freakishly well because of his anxious obsession of staying a head of people so they can't catch him off guard and humiliate him or something. There is no way Kenma is oblivious to your tendencies. "You're buying her another handbag..." Kuroo says slowly.

Kenma grunts in response and looks back at his phone. "A tote bag," He mutters the correction. "And I'm buying her it because she carries so much shit in her bag it hurts her shoulders. This is supposed to be internally padded without it being noticeable."

"And...you don't think that's...high maintenance?" Kuroo inquires as if speaking to a child.

Kenma huffs in annoyance and looks up at Kuroo again. "No. She's easier to please than my cat."

Now Kuroo is seriously confused. "What?"

Kenma looks at him like he's stupid again. Kuroo feels like he's on the outside of some inside joke. "I bought her a year's worth of nail sets for valentine's day and she was skipping places for the next week," Kenma tells him bluntly. "She's so easy to please, it's ridiculous."

Kuroo looks at him in bewilderment. "Kenma, she gets a new nail set every month and she hardly ever wears the same outfit twice. She gets embarrassed if someone sees her when she's not fully done up."

Kenma purses his lips. "Yeah. She likes when people admire her," He tells Kuroo as if it's obvious. Kuroo is genuinely so lost right now. "That's not high maintenance, it's easy to understand. If she was super complicated to read and clingy, and nothing pleased her then she'd be high maintenance. She's not any of that."

Huh, Kuroo never really thought about it like that, but he supposes it makes sense for a guy like Kenma. He likes things straightforward and he appreciates people who understand him and his need for solitude. You're straightforward in what you want, you don't expect Kenma to make himself uncomfortable to please you by demanding he takes you places or anything, and you're fine to give him alone time since you like alone time too. Kuroo supposes you being a little materialistic and into your appearance doesn't bother Kenma since it's simple and he seems to be able to understand it, which is all he cares about.

And, now that Kuroo thinks about it, it's not like you ask for Kenma to do any of the things he does. You were into fashion and being done up long before you met Kenma, to the point that Kenma didn't believe you were into him for a while because you seemed so out of his league. It's not like you sought Kenma out because you wanted a guy to pay for your nails. Ever since Kuroo has met you you've had a new nail set every month, happily showing it off. Now, Kenma pays for it though, and he almost looks as happy as you do when you show off your new set to him. Maybe that's what Kenma meant. You are pretty easy to please in that regard and maybe Kenma likes pleasing you, and seeing remnants of it whenever you wear something he bought you or have a new hair style he payed for. Kenma isn't good with words, but he's decent with actions. Maybe he likes that he can please you so easily with actions.

Kuroo smiles at his friend and chuckles to himself. "Well, whatever you say, Kynma. She's your girl."

Kenma scrunches up his nose and turns back to his phone. "Don't call me that."

[jinxedshapeshifter]

The thing that makes this even weirder to me is that Klavier is to Apollo what Miles is to Phoenix. Like I very much think Klavier and Apollo's dynamic is an inverted version of Miles and Phoenix's dynamic (by which I mean Klavier's personality is closer to Phoenix's and Apollo's is closer to Miles's, but they still have distinct personalities. Essentially I think Klapollo's dynamic is what Narumitsu's would be if Phoenix was a prosecutor and Miles was a defense attorney) but there's still a parallel here. The thing that's missing from that parallel is that Phoenix was crucial in helping Miles recover from the DL-6 incident, but there's not really a great parallel with Apollo and Klavier. Like obviously you could argue that Apollo helping Klavier get out of Kristoph's control is a parallel to Phoenix helping Miles get out of Manfred's control, but then we're missing the DL-6 parallel.

Athena and Simon are a really good example of a Phoenix-Miles parallel that works with both DL-6 and Phoenix helping Miles escape Manfred's control. Athena doesn't just help Simon recover to some degree from the UR-1 incident (which, in turn, helps her recover from it), she also helps him get away from the phantom's control (and while it's subtle, I would say the phantom was controlling Simon to a degree even before "Fulbright" was assigned to guard Simon, because Simon mentions that he's been chasing the phantom since he was thrown in prison).

That's two of the three WAA lawyers who have had a "helping the prosecutor recover from a specific traumatic event" moment (you could argue that Apollo making the truth of Phoenix's disbarment known is this in Apollo and Klavier's case but I'd argue not since Athena and Phoenix very specifically helped Simon and Miles respectively recover from the events surrounding a murder of someone they were close to). Taking this parallel further, I wonder if there was going to be a case like that for Apollo and Klavier at some point in the AJ trilogy but it got cut. The other fundamental similarity between Simon and Edgeworth is that they both claimed they were guilty in their cases (although for different reasons).

I think they could really do something with this too if Capcom ignore the spoiler-free thing that they tend to do with most of the Ace Attorney games. The best way to finish the parallel would be to have one of Kristoph's older crimes come to light and Klavier gets accused of it and doesn't deny it because either his memory from the time Kristoph's crime was committed is blurry, or there's security footage involved and Kristoph's face can't be seen so Klavier, whether he's protecting Kristoph against further charges or just can't see Kristoph committing this specific murder, decides he must've been the culprit.

I wouldn't be surprised if something like that was planned. Not because of anything related to Turnabout Succession necessarily, but because it feels like Kristoph and Klavier have a well developed history. It feels like there's something besides just Kristoph framing Phoenix for forged evidence and using Klavier as a pawn in his scheme to get Phoenix disbarred. It feels like there's more going on than what we saw, and it very specifically feels like Klavier's deeply traumatized from something involving Kristoph. They could canonize Kristoph murdering his and Klavier's parents even, something I genuinely believe happened and would be surprised if it didn't happen.

Idk. There's enough hinted at that I think it's likely they planned to explore the Gavin bros' backstory at some point, but there's also not enough explored in the games for it to feel complete. It's just really fucking weird to me that it feels like Klavier's backstory is more developed than what we got in the games.

wait why is klavier the only ace attorney prosecutor without a proper backstory. the other ones have pretty well-developed backstories and even reasons for why they act how they do but klavier. doesn't. capcom what do you mean by this

[faeprincess777]

Say Sorry

Synopsis: You speak poorly about yourself again, and Seonghwa is fed up with it.

TW: dom!hwa, sub!reader, spanking, hair pulling, hwa is kind of mean

I'm not that proud of this one but, let me know if I missed anything! (Not proofread, sorry for any typos)

The words slipped out before you even realized, but the damage was done. He heard you.

Lounging on the couch, Seonghwa freezes as the words leave those pretty lips of yours. Slowly, he reaches for the remote, pausing the movie that was currently playing before turning his glare towards you.

"What did you just say?" He asks almost calmly, but you know he is anything but calm right now. Quickly you try to think of anything that could get you out of your current predicament.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart." He says impatiently. He can practically see the gears turning in your head, but he is not about to let this issue slide, not again. Too many times, you've both had this conversation about the things you say about yourself and too many times he let it go. He decides it may be time for a different approach.

"Come here." He says sternly, leaving now room to disobey. You take your time making it over to him, trying to drag out the inevitable and irritating him even more in the process. By the time you reach him, Seonghwa quietly points to the bit of floor between his spread legs. Your submissive side taking over, you obediently kneel on the floor in front of him.

For a moment, he just stares at you, trying to calm down a little before deciding on the best way to get you to finally understand what you see.

He leans forward, grasping your chin and tilting so that you meet his eyes. “What did you say, princess?” he repeats, needing to be sure he heard you right before he continues. You try looking anywhere but him, knowing that you’ll crumble if you make eye contact, but he won't let you. You know drawing this out any longer will only upset him even more. So you decide to just come clean. 

You mumble just loud enough for him to hear you, “I said that I probably look like a whale with how much I ate today.” Silently he leaned back into the couch, deep in thought. After a few moments of silence, Seonghwa’s hand shot out, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you up and across his lap. It all happened so fast, and before you knew it, you were over his lap, skirt flipped up, and ass high in the air. You were completely exposed to him. Seonghwas has never had you like this before, it has arousal churning in your stomach.

“Whale, hm? That has five letters, right?” He asked, gently rubbing you over your panties. You didn’t respond, knowing it was a rhetorical question. You were curious what he had planned, and you found out very quickly. 

A hard slap landed on your ass, and you found yourself yelping in surprise and trying to wiggle away. Though no matter how much you wigged, he held you tightly. 

“Count.” he said, his voice once again carrying that dominant tone. Best not keep him waiting, you begin to count each slap. By the time he delivered the fifth slap, you were a mess of pain and pleasure. You had no idea spanking could be enjoyable, though your ass was definitely going to be sore for a while.

Seonghwa helped you off of his lap and back onto the floor where you were kneeling before, only now you know you’ve probably looked like a flushed, breathless mess. "Look at you, looking all fucked out from getting spanked. So cute. Maybe I just need to keep you so fucked dumb that you can't think to make up such lies about yourself, hm?" He says, caressing your cheeks softly. 

Before you have the chance to respond, he is once again taking your chin between his fingers, but this time pulling you in for a kiss. The flip from his dominant side to his sweet, nurturing side had your head spinning.

Pulling back to catch his breath, he leans his forehead against yours. "No one is allowed to disrespect my woman, not even you. Do you understand me?" He says. Even with his voice being much gentler now, there is still an edge of dominance, letting you know that he's serious.

You simply nod, not trusting your voice. You were a little scared. He has never been this upset with you. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny the new feelings his “punishment” stirred up. It's something much more primal, something that makes you want to stay on your knees for him until he forgives you.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he smiles at you, his hand coming up to gently stroke your head. "Good girl. Now apologize." Shocked by his request, you still do as you're told. “I’m sorry, Seonghwa, for-” you start before he abruptly cuts you off. “No. Not to me. To yourself.” he replies. 

You take a moment to process what he just asked you and you find yourself internally cringing at his request. Apparently, those thoughts made it to your face as Seonghwa could clearly see your disgust at having to be nice to yourself. 

“Or I can take you over my lap again. And I promise you that you won't be sitting for at least a week if I do.” He says, raising an eyebrow at your disobedience. Though the offer is tempting, you can still feel the stink your previous punishment left behind. Bowing your head you reply, quietly, “I’m sorry I was mean to myself.”

Seonghwa, losing his patients, laces a hand into your hair, pulling you up towards him so there's hardly any space between you. “I can't hear you.” he said through gritted teeth. Startled by his sudden aggression you are quick to correct your mistake, repeating yourself louder than before. But you notice that primal feeling again, and decide to revisit it later. 

Please with your answer, Seonghwa releases you and smoothes your hair down before searching your face for any sign of distress, to make sure that you’re okay. But all he finds is that beautiful blissed out expression that he loves so much.

He, himself, looks and feels much calmer now that he’s got the situation sorted out.

“Good girl. I’m sorry I had to be mean, but you cannot talk about yourself like that. Do you understand me? This behavior ends now.” A gentle smile graces his face, but his tone is almost apologetic. You nod quickly before responding, “Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” This time, Seonghwa breaks into a full smile, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you. Even after he spanked you, though it was for your own good, you are still so sweet. 

“You're forgiven, baby. Let's just go back to the movie, okay?” Seonghwas suggests. This time his voice was much softer, more like the Seonghwa you knew, but you didn’t mind the version of him you just met either.

Without a word, he helps you from the floor and into his lap. You shift slightly, feeling the discomfort of your sore ass rubbing against Seonghwa’s rough jeans. Seonghwa, noticing your discomfort, quickly moves you so that you are lying on your stomach across the couch before running to the bathroom to retrieve the aloe. When he returns, he once again flips your skirt up and begins to massage your sore cheeks. You sigh happily, and before you know it, you're dozing off, movie forgotten.

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[an-orca-on-a-stroll]

Severance season 2 ep 2 thoughts/theories under cut

long post!

1. So as I theorized last week, here's the confirmation everything that mr Milkshake told the innies was, indeed, 100% bullshit. It's been 3 days, not 5 months, and also:

this is false bc we know now that Mark didn't want to return, instead it was Milchick who worked very hard to convince him.

This is also false, they were fired and then re-hired after Mark S' outburst.

This is fake as well (this one was very obvious tbh). So I think it's safe to assume that anything else Milchick told the innies should be taken with a huge grain of salt at best, personally I don't believe a single word, especially his claim that there are no more cameras.

2. MS COBEL IS BACKKKKK MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN WITH SO MANY DISORDERS. Her scenes were very interesting. She was offered a promotion yet was not happy about it. I had my suspicions before but this basically confirms that she doesn't really care about her career at Lumon, she specifically wants to be in the severed floor, so when they promoted her, and as a result removed her from the severed floor, she was not happy. Though of course they didn't give her the option to refuse. I think she's right and that Lumon is scared of her, for some reason they don't want her in the severed floor anymore. Much to think about. I think there is some fuckery similar to the Gemma situation going on with either her (supposedly dead?) husband and/or child. This to me is confirmed by something i bring up in my next point

3. I love that we see outie Mark genuinely furious for the first time ever, it's definitely the most "non-sadness-adjacent" emotions he's ever shown.

I mean think about this guy. His wife dies, he falls apart from grief and can't put himself together, loses his job, then he gets another job that is weird and everybody hates this for him but he does it anyway until after two years it feels like maybe, maybe he might be ready to start moving on.

Then he meets his (alleged) coworker who tells him they're best friends and pulls him into a big conspiracy about Lumon, shortly after said colleague dies in very suspicious circumstances, then he's a witness and accessory to murder (of the head of security of his workplace, no less), then his innie unexpectedly comes out for 40 minutes and wow, nobody told him that could happen except for the fine print in what I'm certain was like, a hundreds page long contract considering how controversial his job is. And his innie says some very unsettling shit about the work he's been doing for the past 2 years, but he is physically unable to remember all this fucked up stuff despite being in the middle of it 8 hrs a day for 2 years. Then his innie claims that his wife, whose dead body he saw with his own eyes, is actually alive. And oh his weird apparently well-meaning neighbor was actually his boss this whole time, stealing his dead wife's things, keeping him under surveillance and repeatedly invading his privacy and trust.

I'm not surprised Mark's first reaction was wanting to get away, he was probably in shock and denial bc that is a lot to take in. He tentatively returns bc, like Cobel said, he does get swayed easily, but I think deep down he knows something fucked up is happening at Lumon (read the paragraph above again for points) but I think he becomes fully convinced something's up with Gemma after his encounter with Cobel. Cobel's reaction is interesting to say the least.

she does this like. Pained sigh, then silence for a WEIRDLY long time, and she looks like she might start crying??? am I imagining this. Like she looks genuinely in pain. Then she screeches, almost runs Mark over, and runs away? I really think Cobel's in a similar position as Mark and something is going on at Lumon with someone she cares about, this is why she's so obsessed with Mark and Gemma specifically

4. Irving's outie is so damn cool. Like there's something about the way he acts?? That makes him so cool, his actor is really good at showing the difference between his two selves.

This line his hilarious considering what actually made innie Irving want to rebel, instead of his outie's weird subliminal messages. Anyway who is he talking to? Whoever is is, they clearly don't want to speak with Irving though.

5. ALSO?

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. WHY does Burt know where Irving lives? Did innie Irving tell him that when they met? Did they even meet?? When we see innie Irving again at Lumon for the first time he's banging against the elevator like he was banging on Burt's door, did they even see each other? If they didn't meet, again how does Burt know where Irving lives? Burt's name was circled in the map outie Irving had, did they already meet in the past? Maybe Irving was trying to convince other severed employees that Lumon is evil? Nothing makes sense but the curiosity is killing me

6. During the sequence of Mark going in and out of work, taking the elevator every day, there's the odd day out where the elevator turns black, like it did in ep 1 from innie Mark perspective. The timing also checks out, it's the day Mark rebelled because he wanted his team back and they threatened to fire him.

From innie Mark's perspective in ep1, he goes "up" the elevator, his eyes kinda roll back like he's having a seizure, then first the elevator turns black, then the screen.

Then the elevator dings, we see a closeup of Mark's eye for some reason,

and he's back on the regular severed floor.

From outie Mark's perspective, he goes down the elevator, and at first it's the transition we see everytime Mark goes up or down the regular elevator.

Then the elevator dings. At this point Mark's eyes roll back, the background fades to black,

Then the elevator dings again, and we see a closeup of his eye

then the black elevator in a distorted perspective, which then morphs into the regular elevator.

Then the elevator dings again, and the doors open to the regular exit.

This pretty much confirms Mark was in the testing floors that day. The same weird sequence with the black elevator as with ep1, plus the three dings of the elevator mean that during that day, Mark got into the elevator three times. Usually, both innie and outie hear the elevator two times during the sequence where they go up and down for a single day. One when they get to the severed floor, and another when they go back up (I checked with scenes from s2e1, and season 1 as well) Which means both the outie and the innie hear and remember the elevator dings, presumably bc the sound plays at the exact same moment they switch, or maybe it's just a cue to help us, the audience (but if not this has fascinating implications that the memories at the exact time of switching are retained by both innie and outie).

Anyway the fact that there are 3 dings means Mark stopped at another floor before going back up. And Mark stayed there until 9:15 pm that day !! We see the clock when he goes back up for the day after this sequence

(Well, I assume it's pm and not am, based on the fact that there are no other indicators from Mark's perspective that his day was odd, if he came out of work the next day at 9am I think they would have shown us Mark's reaction to this. He also tells good night to Judd, the security guard, in a very tired tone, and Judd seems sort of surprised, but I'm choosing to interpret as him being surprised at Mark coming out of work 4 hours late and not the morning after.)

6. HELENA MY BELOVED. Listen, I love Helly, I really do, and I've decided I love Helena as well. I wasn't sure before since we almost never see her directly, but honestly, ever since her "You're not a person" speech (which is one of my favorite scenes in the series) I knew she had something seriously fucked up going on with her and what can I say, I'm predictable, I eat that shit up. Love me a woman with so many disorders. Now that we have an episode with a lot of her perspective... man.

The way she just fucking. Smiles serenely after his father only says TWO (2) incredibly cruel words to her after the incident. Where her body was basically taken out of her control without her consent, which I can only imagine how scary that is (again, for all the outies it must have been very unsettling) And this happened at such a crucial moment, but it wasn't Helena's fault, it was Helly's (techically, arguably, Helly obviously had her reasons and we love her) And it's so fucked up compared on how her father treated her (Helly) in the season finale

He seems like a loving father, but then Helena fucks up, and he calls her a "fetid moppet"? My god, the implications. Does this mean that Helena only has the love of her family, her father, if she meets his expectations? And the instant she doesn't, her father treats her like that? So she grew up in this kind of environment where affection is not unconditional, where she has to hide her emotions, and always be the perfect heir, who can never make mistakes and who lives for her company.

For her company she became severed, and she wanted to keep at it at any cost, even when it was obvious her innie was miserable. Bc I think Helena always pushed herself to the limit all her life, so maybe she thought her innie also had to suck it up, bc Helena doesn't get to choose her life, so Helly doesn't either?

This shot!! Imagine how horrifying this had to be. She went into work and woke up hanging from the ceiling bc her other self tried to kill her. And she still went back to work afterwards. She still pushed on bc failure was not an option. That's so messed up

I wonder what exactly she thinks of Helly, if she really considers her not a person or if she said that just to get her to do what she wanted her to. But I think Helena's feelings changed after viewing the footage of her innie, and she's actually somewhat "jealous" of her now. Because Helly gets to be herself, genuinely, without a mask, she gets to have real friends who like her (does Helena have friends? maybe with Natalie, but are they really friends or is it just because Helena is the boss? Does she have other friends?) she gets to be bold and loud, and finds love, maybe, while not even "being a person".

Imagine how that has to feel, but maybe it's easier to take it out on Helly, instead of accepting that the way she grew up is fucked up. I'm full into speculation territory, I can't wait to see how this evolves. In the meantime, I DO think that Helena went to the severed floor, and she's herself, not Helly. Now that we've seen Helena in ep2, compared to how this "Helly" acts in ep1... it's really similar. "Helly" just looks kind of subdued, less bold, less angry. She lies about her experience outside, she kind of "pushed" her relationship with Mark, etc ...

Plus in the last scene of ep2, we see the MDR gang go down the elevator, one by one. For all of them we hear the elevator ding, but NOT for Helena. Which might be a cue for us that she didn't switch with Helly. Can't wait to find out more but in the meantime. Helena did nothing wrong. I mean yes she did all that (being the heir of an evil fucked up company) but also I love her so I forgive her.

7. It's just very interesting thinking about the innies and outies as a nature vs nurture kinda problem. Innie Dylan being funny and confident while his outie is anxious and stressed. Irving being all cool outside vs how his innie is, plus his anti/pro Lumon difference between innie and outie, bc he needs to give meaning to his actions. And it manifests in such different ways, although innie Irving still decided to rebel in the end. Helena vs Helly, two very strong-willed people but Helena gives it all for her company and familiy, while Helly fights against the system. And Mark, who I still haven't figured out bc I think Mark himself hasn't figured himself out either.

8. Last point, but why do they want Mark back so badly? At first I thought it was because he's the only one whose innie came out where there were clearly other witnesses (besides Helly), so they wanted to make sure he was still loyal to Lumon. But then they said this

They need Mark specifically to complete Cold Harbor (hinted in the previous episode to be Gemma's file) Why? Why does Mark have to do it? What about the previous files, they couldn't all have had connections to the other members of MDR, so why is this different? Or is Mark just that good of a refiner in general, and they just really really need Gemma's file completed? Why is Gemma specifically so important? Much to think about. Can't wait for the next episode !!

[lsunstreakerl]

I wasn't kidding when I said this is like the ONLY thing I can write rn. I might actually compile all this and make it an AO3 fic.

more dark redbull! GP, Christian, and Max POV here. 1.6k words. READ ME: there's sensitive content here. if you're squickish about drugs maybe don't read this one.

Gianpiero catches Christian's eye as he shifts in his seat, standing up. He brushes a hand gently across Max's shoulder before stepping out of the room, making his way towards the kitchenette.

It wasn't exactly a pretty race, and everyone is frustrated, Max included. The team is so in tune with him- when Max isn't happy, neither are they. The problem arises when Max wants to sulk about something, let it creep under his skin and bother him long term. It makes him upset, and everyone picks up on it.

They need good team morale at this point in the season, and Daniel can't handle it all himself. Thankfully, GP and Jake have a system worked out.

Jake is by the blender when Gianpiero walks in, a variety of fruits ready as he carefully measures out a small bag of powder.

"How are the numbers?"

Jake hums in response, scrawling something on a note.

"He was a bit more dehydrated than I'd like at the weigh in, so I've lowered the dose a bit. Otherwise you'll knock him out in the middle of the meeting."

Gianpiero nods. He definitely doesn't want that- the team wouldn't care, but Max would feel bad, and probably get confused about why he isn't in trouble for it.

He watches as Jake dumps everything into the blender, measuring out the white powder carefully before tucking the baggie back into his backpack.

The smoothie itself looks perfectly normal. The sleep aid doesn't have any kind of taste to it, and it's not like Max has ever noticed anything. If he has, he's never mentioned it. GP will keep an eye on him for the rest of the meeting- they've got about twenty-five minutes left, and a fifteen minute drive home.

If Max has half before the end of the meeting and the other half on the way back, he'll be asleep pretty much as soon as they get to the hotel.

Jake passes him the container, fingers brushing against Gianpiero's for a moment.

"How'd you even figure out that works?"

Gianpiero shrugs.

"He overthinks it, after a bad race. It doesn't do anyone any good, just gets him all twisted up in knots. Sleeping is like-"

He hums.

"It's like a reset for him."

Jake nods. He shoves his hands into his pockets, shifting so GP can make his way back to the meeting room.

"Thanks again for taking care of him."

Gianpiero claps him on the shoulder on his way by.

"Thank you, mate."

------

Max is keeping quiet for the meeting, draining his drink a little bit faster than usual, so GP intervenes when he's about halfway done, pulling Max back into the conversation with carefully targeted questions.

Even so, Max's eyes are drooping when they're in the car back to the hospital, movements sluggish.

He brings his knees to his chest and props his chin on top in the passenger seat, head slightly tilted as he looks at Gianpiero, words starting to slur together.

"GP? Why'm I always so tired?"

Gianpiero reaches over to ruffle his hair gently.

"The debriefs are tough, Max. You probably just don't notice it after a win because of the adrenaline, but-"

He looks over at Max, flashing him a quick smile.

"-racing is exhausting. I'm not surprised it makes you tired."

Max gives a soft noise in response, eyes sliding shut. Gianpiero can probably get away with putting on a repeat documentary when they get inside, it's not like Max will pay a whole lot of attention anyways.

------

The energy after a win is always crazy in the garage. To have a 1-2 is a different feeling entirely, and Christian watches fondly from the booth as everyone celebrates. They're tucked away in a bar, one that Christian is pretty sure he actually owns somehow- a shell company of a shell company somewhere. The cameras are off, and he has people keeping an eye out scattered throughout.

Those are regular Redbull watchdogs though- he's given the racing team members a free pass to get completely wasted, and he shakes his head with a snort as he sees Max and Daniel get on top of one of the tables with a mechanic, singing at the top of their lungs.

Christian leans back into his seat, looking over at Gianpiero next to him.

"I much prefer it this way."

GP raises an eyebrow.

"I think we all do."

He gestures a hand out in front of him, lips curled into a soft smile.

"This high is going to carry them for weeks."

Christian nods, because Gianpiero is, as always, correct. The team loves a win. Max loves a win. The team loves Max. To have all those things combine is a glorious pressure cooker, much better than the tension of the past few days.

GP snorts next to him.

"And that was the first watered down drink of the night."

Christian turns back to keep an eye on Max, sees him thoughtlessly take a drink from one of the sober watchdogs. It's so watered down Christian can tell from here, but it clearly doesn't bother Max as he tosses it back. He's had quite a bit to drink already, Christian and GP have no shame about the blanket policy of encouraging water in the back half of the night.

"I hope Jake is ready."

Gianpiero takes a long sip from his drink.

"He is. He's a good man- I'm not sure where you found him Christian. It's hard to get medically trained people who care around here."

Christian sighs, heavy.

"Tell me about it. You know how difficult it was to track him down and get him to apply?"

Gianpiero grins at him.

"I'm glad you did. Max actually likes him, so you've pulled off a miracle there, getting an RN who does what we need, and gets along with everyone."

Christian absentmindedly swirls his glass.

"You just have to know where to look."

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Gianpiero cards himself into Max's room, nodding at Jake as he steps in. They'd finally gotten everyone wrangled out of the bar, and Max is passed out on the hotel bed as Jake carefully wipes down the inside of his arm with an alcohol wipe.

"Christ, Jake, did you medicate him already or is that just the gin?"

Jake snorts, pulling gloves on before carefully poking his index finger at the inside of Max's elbow.

"Just the gin, believe it or not."

Gianpiero shakes his head fondly. He loves Max, he does, but he shudders to think of what could've happened to him if Redbull hadn't stepped in. No sense of self preservation, really. He'll take whatever drinks are handed to him, go with anyone who smiles big enough. He's lucky Redbull is around to take care of him.

Jake reaches next to him, and then he's handled it in one smooth stick, setting up the IV quickly. This is why Gianpiero likes him.

He twists the tubing together before hanging the fluids bag from the top of the headboard above Max.

"It'll be done in a few hours, before he wakes up. Should handle a majority of the dehydration effects, but just in case-"

He peels open a foil packet, carefully placing something under Max's to tongue.

"-that'll take care of any headaches. It just dissolves under the tongue, so you don't have to worry about anything there. I set an alarm to come back in and take care of everything when it's done."

Gianpiero nods, watching as Jake packs everything back up.

"Has he seriously never asked about not having hangovers?"

Jake flashes him a grin.

"I think he said something to Carlos and Danny once, but they steered him away from it."

As they should. Jake doesn't give everyone the IV dehydration treatment- Daniel and Carlos know better than to get that wasted. Still, they've all had a win tonight.

"Maybe check on them as well? See if they need anything."

Jake nods, zipping his bag together as he stands.

"I was planning on it. Have a good night, GP."

------

Max curls back into his pillows as he starts to wake up. Last night had been wild- he barely remembers the back half of it. There's a bit of a chalky taste in his mouth, but he probably had a bad breath mint at the bar.

The inside of his arm twinges slightly, but there's not any kind of bruise when Max looks down at it. Maybe he hit it on a table.

He stretches out in the bed, feels his muscles shift with him, sore in the way he likes after a race, a bone deep ache when he moves them.

They're having a solid season. It's been close running, him and Daniel neck and neck, but they're both solidly crawling their way up the leaderboard. They can't win this year, either of them, but they're hauling in points for Redbull left and right.

The team has been so happy about it- Max likes when they're happy. Daniel and Carlos are always nearby, but they keep rotating other drivers through the second Toro Rosso seat. Max hasn't really clicked with any of them, and they don't preform very well, so it's not like he's getting attached or something.

He hopes he likes whoever they pick. Not that his personal presence impacts their decision- that would be ridiculous. Max just can't help but notice he gets along very well with Daniel and Carlos, and both of them drive well, so maybe it's a little bit of superstition.

He gets out of bed and digs through his suitcase for his gym clothes. He can definitely convince Carlos to come workout with him- Daniel as well, if he's really lucky.

Somehow, they always both end up saying yes.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Sweetest treat; Fred Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Now this was just a sweet little treat (haha see what I did there?) after viewing the James and Oliver Phelps tasting British candy video on youtube. Now as an American I can't describe the taste of the following candies I've done so to any Brit readers out there I apologize and if you want to reach out to me to tell me what these selected candies taste like to you, just give me a shoutout.

Not really any warnings here this is mostly a fluff piece but if I had to have some warnings it would only be mentions of Parental death and past mentionings of Umbridge. Other than that nothing else to be warned about, enjoy my darlings!

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While it’s always felt like a home at Hogwarts, there’s just no place like home.  Especially when your home is just above a sweetshop just outside of Birmingham but that’s the perks of being a muggle-born witch.  My dad owns the sweetshop, in fact it’s been passed down in his family for nearly a century.  And sure while the Wizarding world has it’s own sweets and treats to thoroughly enjoy, I guess the nostalgia in me just can’t allow any wizard sweets to top the candies I’ve grown up with.

Which is why I always sneak some ‘muggle candy’ with me to Hogwarts every year and when I come home, I pick and choose what I’ll want to take for the next term.  And during the summer, my dad’s shop truly becomes the go-to for kids during the summer holiday which is why I help him out with the shop, especially since mum died last year.

I was currently doing some inventory and writing down what candies we needed to restock when there was a loud thump at the window.  I jumped at the sudden crash since there had been nothing but pure silence since closing up shop.  My dad rushed out from his office frantic and exclaimed.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” I went over to the window and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright dad, it’s just Errol. The Weasley’s owl. Poor old bugger.” I walked outside the shop and knelt down beside him.  He lay there on the cement floor on his back with a letter in his beak.  “I swear Errol you’re hopeless. Nearly gave my dad a heart attack thinking someone was vandalizing the store.” I took the letter out of his beak and he soon recovered squawking.

I held arm out and he perched himself on my forearm and I adjusted him to my shoulder, his wings flapping and ruffing my hair as I went back inside.  I opened up the letter and I smiled warmly.

“Can’t your wizard friends use the phone like everyone else? Or use the normal mailing system?” asked dad.

“I told you dad, this is how the wizarding community sends messages. They forbid muggle means of communication. Kinda old school they are, much like you are with your filing system. I’m surprised you’re not using a computer to keep all the records together.”

“Touche you bring up a good point, darling. So who is it from? That lover boy of yours?” I shushed him and read the letter.

My beloved (Y/n),

I know you said you wouldn’t be able to come over for the yearly Weasley summer getaway, but you never said anything about any of us coming there.  I talked with mum and dad and they’ve allowed me to come and visit you for the week.  Perhaps you could educate me on why you believe your muggle sweets surpass our own (which I’ll still fight you on till my last breath).

And don’t worry, I’ll come the ‘normal muggle way’ don’t want your dad freaking out now do we with the fireplace like last time? Hope to hear back from you soon, it’s been lonely not having you in my arms.

The handsome twin,

Fred W.

P.S. Ignore what he just said and don’t mention this to him but I’m the better looking one and you know it.

From the real handsome twin,

George W.

Oh those boys.  I shook my head and said.

“Hey dad, Fred got his parent’s approval to stay with us for the week, is it okay with you?” dad let out a deep sigh as he put on his thinking face.  “Please, please?”

“I don’t know. Though I approve of you dating I just don’t know how to feel about having your boyfriend stay over.”

“C’mon dad. I promise no hanky-panky. I’ll even get him to help around the shop. No magic I promise.” I crossed my heart swearing by it.  He pondered the idea for a while but he kept his stoic face and that usually meant he could go either way with this decision.

“He takes the guest bedroom. And you two are not allowed to have the door shut when either of you are in a room together.”

“Deal. Oh thank you daddy!” I set Errol down on the checkout desk and ran up to my dad and hugged and kissed him.

“You’re welcome. But I’m trusting you two.”

“We swear, no hanky-panky.” I quickly went upstairs and wrote my response to Fred before sending it off with Errol.  God I hope that bird doesn’t get lost and keep him waiting too long.

A few days went by and as I was ringing up a few customer’s the bell chime over the door signified another costumer.

“Welcome to Nikki’s Candy shop I’ll be right with you. There you are lads, now don’t overdo it less you let your teeth rot.” I told the young boys as I handed them their candy basket and they raced out.  When I turned to the customer who had just entered, I was greeted with a familiar red-haired boy.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was Honeydukes.”

“Well when this shop first opened, my great-great grandfather wanted to make sure that when the customers entered inside it was like entering a magical wonderland of sweets.” I came around the counter before wrapped my arms over Fred’s neck while his hands rested at my waist.  “I missed you.”

“Not as much as I missed you. How is it that you’ve turned me into such a sap?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you that my gran was part bunny? Whoops guess I left that detail out.” We both chuckled before softly kissing each other.  But a throat cleared sounded off behind us and there stood my dad.  Fred and I quickly separated and Fred greeted my dad.

“Hello again Mr. (L/n).”

“Hello Fred. While I don’t mind the fact that you’re dating my daughter, I kindly ask that you both keep your snogging to a minimum especially during business hours. Folks sometimes don’t take kindly to seeing that type of affection be displayed in public, especially in a food shop.”

“Yes sir. (Y/n) mentioned in her letter that you could use some help reshelving some inventory in the back room.”

“Yes, but first have you gotten settled into your room?” one thing about my dad is even when he’s in business mode, he’ll take the time to check up on you to make sure you’re okay.

“Yes sir, trunks all there and everything. And I solemnly swear it is in the guest bedroom you said I could use for the week.”

“Alright. Grab an extra apron just down the hall and get to work. (Y/n), you too. The McCallister’s should be in to pick up their birthday basket any minute now.”

“Got it dad.” He gave us a firm nod and a stern look that told us to not fool around anymore before he left to go back to the office.

“Wow, you were not kidding about your dad.” He whispered lowly.

“He’s had a lot on his plate. Ever since…..” I looked down solemnly.  It hurt that I couldn’t even leave Hogwarts for a few days to go to my mum’s funeral all because of Umbitch.  Fred came over and embraced me as he rubbed my arm comfortingly.  “I’m okay, even though I couldn’t go to the funeral, I at least got to say my goodbyes to her once school let out.”

“She was a nice woman. Her and mum got along fairly well whenever you guys came to join us for Christmas. She knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But it still hurt that I couldn’t say goodbye to her in her final moments. Epilepsy is rubbish Freddie.”

“I agree love it’s total rubbish.” I felt him kiss the top of my head and it was at that moment the bell chimed signaling the arrival of a costumer.  Quickly I put on a smile and went to greet the woman and gave her the birthday basket and continued to keep myself busy to distract me from my grief.

The work day continued to be busy just as it is every summer’s day but at the stroke of 6 o’clock, we closed up the shop and could finally eat some supper.  Dad and I warmed up some left over chicken and steamed vegetables.  As we all ate around the dinner table my dad said to Fred.

“So Fred, how goes your new shop? (Y/n) told me you boys had recently gotten the deed to the building in that magic corner of yours.”

“Yes sir, all the paperwork was finalized a few weeks ago. Our stocks are currently being madly produced at a good pace. Hopefully we’ll be able to be open for business just before the next term starts.”

“Got all the inspections checked and approved of?”

“Yes and we just completed the design for the front of the shop. It has our faces on it and every other time when the top hat comes up, a rabbit will disappear and reappear.”

“Impressive. Good thing I don’t have to compete with you boys, you’d run me out of house and home.”

“Not a chance Mr. (L/n). Kids still need their sweets.”

“Guys, no business at the dinner table.” I gently reprimanded but it kinda hurt to say that since that’s what mum used to say whenever dad got too deep into the business outside working hours.  He could do whatever he wanted when it came to running the shop after work hours but whenever it was meal time, business needed to stay out of the dining table.

“Sorry poppet.” Dad apologized.

“Sorry love.” Fred replied before we continued eating and discussing things outside of work.  Once we were done with our meal, I gathered up all the dishes and got them cleaned up and set to dry.  As I came back toward the dining room, I saw my dad and Fred shaking hands before he left to head back downstairs to his office.

“What was all that for?” I asked.

“Nothing big. Said that if Georgie and I ever ran into any business trouble whether for contracts or faulty inspections to give him a call. Even though the wizarding community and muggle world is different there is a commonality between the two. And that’s when it comes to starting up a business.” I smiled softly and said.

“C’mon, I think now’s a good a time for your muggle education on candy.”

“Lead the way milady.” I headed lead him towards the guest room and we got him set up and ready for his education.

In the guest room, all of Fred’s stuff was now unpacked and the two of us were in our lounge clothes with sweets both wizard and muggle treats scattered across his bed.

“Now the first lesson of your muggle candy education is the best way to start a conversation when you go to the Underground, mention the price for this guy.” I held up a Freddo caramel bar.

“Freddo the frog?”

“Correct. And what’s cool is he’s like the mascot of Birmingham because this is where his candy originated from the company Cadbury.” I unwrapped the chocolate frog from his wrapper and commented, “Ohh it’s melting already. That makes the caramel inside taste even better. Try it.” I held the Freddo bar out to Fred and he took it.

“I’m kinda left disappointed that he’s not coming to life like our chocolate frogs can.”

“Well not everyone likes live frogs hopping around. And if you were asked to eat one even if it’s chocolate covered most wouldn’t. But I promise you Fred, it’s worth it.” He took a bite and chewed it up before I saw his eyes go wide.  “Didn’t I tell you?”

“That is actually really good. But still not as enjoyable as the classic chocolate frog.” He said holding up the case for it and handed it to me.

“First time you and George tricked me into eating it.”

“I swear never did I think I’d hear someone who could out scream my own mum.” I shoved him with my foot and I opened it up and the magical frog leapt out at me but I grabbed it before it could land on my face and bite it in half.  “But I will admit you are right. The caramel really does compliment the chocolate of this Freddo so that gives him some points for lack of being alive.”

“And I gotta admit, the cards inside really do make the frogs worth stuffing your face for.” After eating the second half of my frog I took out the card and said, “Another Professor Minnie. Best add her to the other 15 I’ve got of her.” Fred finished his Freddo bar and licked his fingers clean.

“As you’ve come to learn and love, there’s nothing better than gambling your friends into eating something revolting or sweet than the Bertie’s Botts every flavour beans.” He held up the box and took his gamble with a bean.  “Huh, earwax. Hadn’t had one of those in years.”

“I still can’t believe that you actually ate a boogey flavor one once.”

“I swear by it. Worse thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Uh-uh, the worst flavor is vomit.” I disagreed with him.

“I’d take a vomit flavour over a boogey flavor. At least with vomit I’d know it’d taste like what I had just eaten.” I groaned in disgust.

“Why do you have to say stuff like that around me?”

“Because I know it disgusts you and you look cute when you scrunch your face like that.” He teased as he gave my knee a squeeze.  I let out a yelp and quickly covered my mouth.

“Fred Weasley don’t you dare.” I threatened.

“Or what love?” he challenged as he eyed me mischievously  with the smirk.

“I’m not alone this time around.”

“Clever girl.” He released his grip on my knee and I reached out and grabbed the bag of wine gums.

“Now these require a unique taste. My dad really loves them but I can tolerate them occasionally. Wine gums. Got different flavours and sorts and each color represents a different wine brand. But despite their name they don’t actually contain any alcohol. Yellow, orange and brown for rum, black for port, green and beige for cider, and red for claret.”

“Shame that they don’t actually taste like the muggle alcohol they name them after.”

“Yeah well can’t have underaged drinking for kids who eat these. London’s already filled with bad drivers already don’t need them to get any worse, especially if they’ve got the munchies.”

“The what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I tore open the bag and took Fred’s hand and poured out a small handful of wine gums into his palm while I grabbed the Bertie’s bean box.  Together both he and I took a bite of a random sweet but I immediately spat it out.  “Ugh gross! Vomit flavour! Fred Weasley I swear if you jinked me to eat a vomit flavour sweet first you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I am deeply offended that you’d think I’d do such a thing!” he gasped dramatically holding his hand to his chest.  I closed the box and tossed it aside as I grabbed a tea cake and unwrapped it before shoving the whole thing in my mouth.  The marshmallow and chocolate immediately over compassing the vomit taste in my mouth.  “You are an odd one.”

“Odd? You’re the one whose opening the joke shop.” I said through my chewing.

“I thought a lady doesn’t talk with their mouth full?” I wagged my finger at him in disagreement.

“Mmm. I maybe a girl but I am no lady, Umbitch saw to that.” I said after finally swallowing the tea cake.  Fred scooted closer to me taking my left hand and stroked the back of my left hand that once had I MUST ACT LIKE A LADY scarred into my skin.

“I would’ve done far worse to her if I could. George would too.”

“I know you boys would. But no sense in throwing yourselves in Azkaban for my sake.”

“We’d still do it.” I smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a soft kiss.  “What was that you had just a second ago?”

“A tea cake. Don’t ask why they call it that cause it doesn’t really go with tea nor is it a cake. Best way I can compare it to is they’re like the chocoballs on the trolley. A marshmallow sitting on top of a crisp biscuit and covered in chocolate.” I handed him another tea cake while I grabbed another one.  We both unwrapped our tea cakes and this time I bit into it half way as did Fred.

“Mmm that is good.” He said through his chewing.

“My mum always made the best ones. She even knicked a recipe from my aunt in America where instead of a marshmallow my aunt uses blended oreos.”

“Now that is something I’d like to try. Think you’d be able to make some?”

“Don’t you remember the last time I got near a stove at your house?”

“Right yeah. At least mum didn’t blow her top off knowing it was you. Had it been either Georgie or I we’d be six feet under.”

“Now for this last sweet treat, I want you to do something for me first.”

“And what might that be?”

“Close your eyes.”

“The last time someone asked me to do that, I ended up being shoved into a closet with a dungbomb.”

“Yeah well I’m not Lee. Just trust me on this babe.” He looked at me but with one loving gaze up at him, I knew I had him at the palm of my hand.  He closed his eyes and I took the Cadbury dairy milk bar and unwrapped it.  “Open your mouth.” I told him and he opened his mouth letting out an ‘ahhh’ to which I rolled my eyes playfully and placed the bar in his mouth.

He then began chewing the chocolate bar the second he felt it on his tongue.  His eyes opened wide for a second as his facial expression turned to pure satisfaction and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh Godric…..”

“I told you. Cadbury is the best chocolate in the world. Eating these bars really make me feel like a kid again. Pre-Hogwarts days.” I took a bar for myself and unwrapped it and placed it between my teeth.  I then felt Fred’s fingers underneath my chin and he turned me to face him.  Keeping hold of my chin between his fingers, he leaned right into my face taking the other half of my bar between his teeth and snapped it in half before eating his half of my chocolate bar.

I let out a small squeak and actually dropped my half of the bar and even though my heart was racing at what he had just done and my cheeks were probably as red as the Gryffindor colors I snapped at him.

“Fredick Gideon Weasley, how dare you—” he cut me off with a kiss.  His hand that held my chin now moved to the back of my neck gently stroking or rubbing certain spots that made me weak in the knees.  With one pressure point he knew that would get me to open my mouth, his tongue soon slipped into my mouth and our tongues soon danced with each other.

After our intense snogging and the desperate need for air became too great, Fred separated from me, the two of us panting softly and he licked his lips.

“Now that was by far the sweetest treat I’ve had.” I snorted softly as I shook my head at him.

“I really have turned you into a softie.”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“Everyone but George. He’s always going on how you’re whipped for me.”

“I swear he’s a liar. In fact did you know that it was actually him that switched your muggle marshmallows with that canary cream?”

“He didn’t.” I said exasperatedly.

“Oh yes, saw him do it with my own eyes.”

“And you didn’t think to try and warn me about it?” I asked backing out of his arms and crossed my arms over my chest.  Fred then began stammering out an excuse while I arched my brow at him.

“You’ve got to admit it, you did sound adorable making those canary sounds.” I didn’t flinch.  “I’m going to be sleeping on the couch as you once said, aren’t I?”

“I might be able to overlook this matter, if you help me come up with a revenge prank on him.”

“Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“Not nearly enough.” I said with a shrug.

“Then I’ve got a whole week to not only say it repetitively, but also might have some ideas you can pull on Georgie the next time you’re around.” He pulled me back into his lap and captured my lips in a softer, more loving kiss.  “We were truly made for each other.” He whispered against my lips.

“Like chocolate and caramel.” I whispered back before leaning back and deepening our kiss once again.

[dragonsoulage]

How they eat it…

feat. Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer

They love it, they are addicted, they just can’t get enough of you and your pretty heaven down there. How eager they all are to just eat you up…

Hello friendos, here we are the next smutty smut I am uploading 👀💀 this time I felt like the AoT men deserved some attention or more like we deserved their attention xD so just have fun reading it 🤌🏻💕

Warnings: pūssy eating, face sitting, use of pet names, overstimulating

Wordcount: 4K

Levi Ackerman ~ The feral and mean captain

When you came in his office, like you did every day, as a good girlfriend, you didn't think you would end up sprawled out on his desk.

Not that this wouldn't have happened before. But he said he was hungry, little did you know, the only thing he was hungry for, was the paradise between your legs.

Not many things get off of his mind, it was so rare that he actually found time to relax.

Time to stop thinking, but hell, his brain stopped working on every heavy thought as soon as he had you on his tongue.

Tongue lapping at your pulsing pussy, hands around your thighs, holding you firm in place.

"Stop wiggling around so much, brat." he murmured between his ministrations.

Tongue laid flat against your cunt before licking up and then circling your swollen nub. It made your legs grew shaky every time he did that. And looked up at you, steel blue eyes, locked onto yours, not only did he devoured your delicious pussy, your very soul left your body when he looked at you like this.

Feral, you could tell he was so feral about your pussy.

No matter if he is actually inside you, feeling like the best place on earth, or if it's his tongue that danced around your sensitive flesh.

"Levi, I-I can't help, it's too much." you whimpered, and you were such a whiny slut for the captain. Even if you said it was too much, he knew you enjoyed it, the way you felt so hot on his mouth. Always these crashing orgasms he gave you, when he just couldn't stop, eating you out in the most feral way possible.

When Levi was hungry, he really was, and you shouldn't stop him from eating his meal

You heard a husky chuckle, what send vibrations through your pussy, made you clench around nothing.

"Too much? Always so whiny, but this pussy tells me otherwise, love." he answered you, before you felt his tongue wiggling his way inside.

And the sight, Levi's eyes rolled back, a groan was heard. Nearly as if this was even more satisfying than actual fucking you. Your taste addicting to him, your hands had found their way in his hair. Gently tugging on the raven black strands. His hands keeping you in place.

„You have some good pussy don't you?" it was not like he expected you to say anything, but shit, this pussy had him whipped. Face buried nose deep inside your sweet pussy.

All you could do was moan, heavy eyelids shutting because you felt the next organs approaching. Indeed, he used his whole lunch break to eat.

Even when the meal was your perfect pussy on his desk. „Do I, or are you just saying this because you are literally feral now?" you were able to say something in a complete sentence. Making him a little surprised. He stopped shortly, looking up at you, his lips glossy from your juices. Running down his chin. His look hard as usual, but with a certain spark in his eyes when it came to you.

He took one hand from your thighs, just to smear your slick arousal over your puffy clit, making you shudder nicely for him.

Maybe you had been too bold to tell him he is feral, as if he would not know that your taste was his weakness. But he could eat you out until his jaw hung slack, just to see you squirm.

„Feral? Says the one who is literally shoving my face towards her cute cunt." he pointed out gruffly, his thumb spreading your lower lips just a little.

He smirked before spitting right onto your sopping wet folds.

„You make it not easy with the way you eat-„ you were interrupted by a sudden swat right onto your precious cunt. Making you whine, looking at your captain with such needy eyes, eyes that pleaded for mercy.

„When you really want it feral, love... I do should use the last 10 minutes of my break and making you cum onto my face. Just so you clean up your mess." he saw it now as challenge, and before you could even discuss his tongue swirled around your swollen clit with such a precise movement. These probably would be the longest 10 minutes you would endure to cuming.

Eren Yeager ~ The unfair tease

„You are such a sloppy girl." you heard him chuckle before these wet noises and slurping sounds were heard. When Eren eats, you are literally not easy off the hook. Your legs dangling over his shoulders, eyes solemnly focused on this pink slit between your thighs.

Hands around your thighs loosely, because he just loved when you wiggled your snug cunt more into his face.

„You are just so damn pretty down here." Eren spoke in awe before his tongue flicked your small bundle of nerves. Then capturing it with his sheeny lips and sucked on it. Making your back arch and moan. „P-pretty?" was all you could ask before your head landed in the pillows again. Feeling his long hair tickling your thighs.

Although, your hot boyfriend was quite the vision. His brown hair framing his face with some strands, even when the most was in a small man bun. And the teal green eyes first looking at you, and how delicious you squirmed before they focused on the heaven between your legs.

„Well, a pretty girl, is pretty in all places." he replied to you against your heated flesh. Every time he ate you out, he made some breaks to justify teasing you. From licking all up and down your slit to simply kissing your outer lips with a cute ‚mwah'. His lips sheeny with all the slick from your pussy.

It was nearly torture, when he took his sweet time withe you, teasing and kissing, licking everywhere but not where you needed.

Just to watch how you bucked up your hips. Squirming in his grasp.

"Eren...'s not fair when you..." you tried to tell him that you wanted his mouth back on you.

You heard a chuckle from between your legs, and then his eyes darting up to look into your pretty face, your cheeks flushed to red, this cute needy expression.

"Oh, it's not fair to have such a perfect cunt, baby." he said to you low and husky, before leaning his head against your thigh, parting your thighs just a little more.

Thumbs coming up your outer lips to expose that sweet, swollen pearl that had you gasping for air when he touched it.

"Come on, be a good girl and be patient, still not done with her." Eren let you know before kissing your thigh, and then you got what you wanted.   

His hot flexible muscle inside your sopping wet cunt, wiggling his way inside you, groaning at your taste and how your juices flowed into his mouth.

When he eats, he eats nasty, wanting everything from you. Having your thighs quivering.

Having his sweet princess moan so pretty and with her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

No matter if you were a shy one or not, the fact he wanted that you tugged and pulled on him, just so his tongue could delve deeper. He liked hair pulling, not matter if it was yours or his.

"Is this fair enough to you, sweetheart?" he asked you in between before you looked down, his eyes closed shut, just to savor your taste, his favorite meal after a long day.

He could spend hours between your thighs.

Jaw locked and tensed, and still he would be hungry for more. Would eating you out until you begged him to stop.

In general, he loved having his girl sprawled out for him, always getting you so wet without his cock in the near of your pussy.

And when you were sloppy enough for his taste, only then he freed his thick length, coating himself in your juices, making you whine even more.

How his tip would always brush over your sensitive clit, nearly shoving in before dodging. 

He was a merciless tease to you, just like now.... Fucking you with his tongue, only his tongue.

Making you all the cute noises and these squelches of your pussy, the way he slurped up every drop, it had him hooked.

The way he holds open your thighs, when he felt them shaking.

Just eagerly burying his head even more in your pussy. The pink tip of his tongue circled your clit again, before he snickered, after he heard that needy whine.

"Please Eren, am I not wet enough for you?" you pleaded head on the pillows and so needy, you wanted to cum so badly. But he always stopped before you had the slightest chance to ride that wave.

"Oh, you are dripping, babygirl. And I just love that...just a little more." he murmured before you felt his nose brushed your clit and his tongue was inside you.... It will still take some time until he would give you his dick you wanted so much.  

Armin Arlert ~ The greedy boy

"Keep going baby, grind that...ah grind that perfect pussy on my face." his smooth voice urged you, hands on your hips trying to move them for you.

Armin was always like a lovesick puppy as soon as he had his girl's pussy on his mouth.

Eager to lick up every drop from you, tasting every sweet release he could coax out of your breathless form.

You were a goddess for this boy, when eating you out, he just loved it when you rode his face.

Your pristine cunt smashing down his face, suffocating him so he could just die happy.

He knew he would, breathing you in and his skilled tongue, it made you feel like you were on cloud 9.

One of your hands, in his blonde hair, massaging his scalp and you were panting, whimpering.

Even when you were on top, and technically in charge, Armin was greedy.

"You are such a greedy boy, baby." you tried to speak, brows knit together as you felt slowly the next orgasm building up. Large hands went down to your ass, grabbing your soft flush, just to pull you even closer.

Hot tongue wiping so shamelessly over your clit, making you shudder, so he heard this cute noise again. And Armin? O hell he was gone, sky blue eyes fluttered open just to be able to catch a glimpse how you rode his face so elegant. 

For him, you were so beautiful, and it was a privilege that you allowed him to taste you.

Addicted to your taste, your pussy was just so sweet to him, honey from the most delicious ambrosia.

His cute kisses in between, when you could listen how wet his pressed a kiss right onto your swollen nub.

"You are just so, pretty. Such a pretty girl. Tasting sooo good." he praised you, always told you what your self-worth needed, always telling you how perfect you were to him. 

Your hips stuttered slightly, when your eyes rolled back, trying now more urgently to move back and forwards, your slick all smearing over his face, dripping down his chin. And he loved it, such a messy boy in bed.

You grabbed his hands, easing them from your ass, leading them right to your tits, he groaned, loved how good your tits fit into his hands. You were made for him, he was sure about this.

No matter what a big brain Armin had, sometimes he still couldn't explain why you were so satisfied with him, that you loved him...

"You are just too good to me, my good boy. You are my good boy, aren't you." you asked him, grabbing his hair just a little tighter now, as you then looked down.

What you saw... Armin, a total mess, literally whimpering just because your pussy was on his tongue.

A cute pink shade you could see over his nose and how hungry he devoured your cunt. His eyes reflecting with that pure need to satisfy you, over and over, wanting your praise.

How hard it was not to just beg you to ride his dick, because when you turned your head around, his neatly tugged away member was pulsing in his pants.

How you already could see he was leaking pre-cum, so, so much. You were sure when this would go on, Armin would just be cuming from eating you out.

His dick throbbing with so much contained need.

"I'm your good boy, ma'am." he replied before you heard that needy whimper, when he squeezed your tits, responding to the way you grabbed his head and pushed him nose deep inside your wet pussy.   

You felt just so hot, so damn wet, just because he made these puppy eyes when pleasing you. That he found more pleasure in fucking his tongue inside your sloppy hole, to have you moaning because of him, than anything else.

Calling you ma'am because it turned you on, he could be so submissive, although when you allowed, shit he grew all feral over you.

You leaned just a little back, grabbing his throbbing member that was still covered from his beige pants.

And when you did, he whined, making your pussy clench in response.

"Shit, Armin, you are so hard." you murmured, you would be so ready to ride him, to move your talented hips in circles making his head spin.   

When you wanted to pull away your addicting nectar from him, you didn't think you would have to deal with him, because no matter how desperate he was to spill his load, he wanted to make his girl cum first.

He was greedy, the future commander of Paradis, so greedy when it came to your pussy.

His elegant hands hastily grabbing your waist, just to glue you to his mouth.

"Not yet, want you to cum on my face first, pretty." he said to you, and there you heard this slight demanding edge in his voice, he served you but when he wanted something so bad he would make it clear....a submissive commander, just so eager to wiggle his tongue back inside your tight walls.

And when you heard his tone, it made your pussy flutter...

He did such good work, having you soon squirting all over his face, just to slurp up your juices and the having you propped up on his thick cock....  

Jean Kirstein ~ The sloppy and filthy gentleman

Jean, was just so into it, when he ate your pussy, he really ate. He made out with your lower parts, giving it a nice smooch, before spitting so sloppy down on it.

He was nasty, and he weren't even ashamed of it.

"So fucking sweet, baby, you are just so sweet. Can't believe you made me wait all day..." he started to speak just to interrupt himself with laying his tongue flat against your slit, to lick it up oh, so slowly before pressing a kinda tender kiss against your pulsating clit.

"...to fucking taste you, it should be a crime for refusing me access to this, treasure." Jean ended his sentence, and well he liked to babble when he was so focused on your cunt.

Dirty blonde hair messy, because you had tangled your fingers in it.

Your chest heaving because he was so mean when eating pussy, although he never denied you your orgasms, no...he made it worse, urging you to cum on him, just to spray your syrupy juices all over his handsome face.   

"Stop saying my pussy is a...fuck, babe." you wanted to complain, although it never was serious, trying to get him out of his hazy way to wipe his long tongue over your clit.

But as an answer, he just spit onto your pussy, smearing his saliva from your sensitive nub right down your clenching hole. Aching to be filled with him, and the noise you made?

Oh, that was so adorable how you chocked on your whimper. How your fingers grabbed his hair tighter.

"Let a gentleman enjoy his meal, darling. Otherwise, it's not nice, and you want to be a nice girl, for me, right?" he replied, but eyes focused on the spot between your thighs.

His thumb, just slightly teasing you, with sliding in just a tiny little bit, making your hips buck up, trying to get more, more, more.

He was anything but a gentleman right now, eating your pussy so messy, making out with it as if his life would depend on.

Groaning and rolling back his golden eyes. He could get drunk like this, without even needing whiskey.

"Please... I-I be a nice girl. Just...don't tease, I need you, Jean." you moaned so sweet, he loved hearing you like this. 

His sweet girl, so needy and stuttering. Pussy just dripping onto his tongue, your candied nectar, everything he needed. Before you felt how, he just parted your outer lips a little more, exposing your clit to the cold air.

"Look at that, you are throbbing down here, so cute. How should I stop, giving her the attention she deserves?" Jean spoke out loud his thoughts, not even being ashamed he talked about your pussy. Blowing cold air over your heated flesh, making you hiss in response.

Tugging on his hair with a little more force. You were a nice girl, mostly. But he drove you crazy when he couldn't stop talking.

"Jean!" you repeated his name, but you just saw how his glossy lips closed around your nub, sucking it in and making your toes curl.

Flicking his pointy tongue over it, making you feel so high, you nearly could taste your next orgasm.   

And Jean was so dirty, he sneaked one hand down his body, inside his pants, he was just so hard because of you.

So hard because of the way you responded to his touch. He kept his lips sealed around your clit for a further moment, sucking hard, making you gasp. Giving his balls a good squeeze.

His large hand wrapped around his length, feeling up and down his veiny shaft, while eating out his girl. Making him groan into you, what send a pleasant vibration through your core.

"Fuck, can't help when you are so delicious, gorgeous. Tell me, how much you want me to split you open, darling." he murmured husky before his tongue was back inside you, stroking your inner wall in such a precise perfection, it made you cry out.

Thighs shaking, and it didn't help when you looked down and saw that he was touching himself.

Jean was your tall, hot boyfriend, with literally the perfect dick, and he touched himself because he couldn't wait.

His thumb stroking over his leaking tip, no matter how composed he always seemed, how cool.

He was leaking and desperate for you, wanting all your juices in his mouth, down his chin. 

You tried to think straight, but it was all gone when his tongue was inside you and his nose brushed against your clit, all while he fucked his hand to you.

"Want...ahh want you to fuck me, honey." you manage to choke out, and this had him so gone, feeling his dick throbbing in his hands, hastily pulling your one thigh more apart to have that better access, to nuzzle his face in your pussy.

So you felt his light beard tickle your soft inner thighs, making the sensation all the better, making you whimper.

And this was the moment, he would do anything he can just so you cum right in his mouth, squirting your essence on his tongue so he could make you fall apart on his dick right after that...

Connie Springer ~ The chaotic talker

When he ate you out, it was chaotic. Although it nearly seemed like he purred when he felt your hands ran through his short hair, not enough to actually pull on it but enough to ran your fingertips through it so lovingly.

Although Connie had a pace, it made you anything different from crying and being an overstimulated mess, so your thighs were always shaking so cute.

"Stay still, baby." he said to you, trying to keep your legs in his grasp, before pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

Literally nuzzling his head into your puffy folds, tongue exploring every crease and crevice of your pussy, and he never got bored by it.

"When you...ahh when you go that fast I can't do much about it." you replied to him shortly looked down and saw how his yellow eyes glint up at you, oh he lived for eating pussy.   

No matter what treats he could have, you were his favorite.

Connie weren't a submissive one, not always at least, although he couldn't help when you were on top of him. But he lived for your praise, he loved to see you fall apart because of him.

Always think he weren't a great looker, not like you. Sometimes not really getting the fact he was able to pull you, a hot girl, a sweet girl, everything he wanted.

Always needing to prove it to himself that he could make you feel good.   

"But you enjoy it, sweetheart. I know you do, otherwise your little needy pussy wouldn't be clenching around nothing." he chuckled and then took a moment to look down, just to see you clench, with a following snicker.

"As I told, you can't make your pussy lie, pretty." he said before diving back in, holding your spread legs open for him.

Propped between them, kissing your lips down there over and over again.

When you looked down you saw how his tongue flicked out eagerly lapping up your slick, you were dripping for him and he enjoyed it.

Maybe even more than you, he ached to be inside you, but he worked on his impatience, besides he never could leave his girl needy on his tongue, could he?

"She is so responsive for me, isn't she." he whispered against your cunt, and you just whimpered, he loved the filthy pussy talk.

Even when you laid there, with a heaving chest, just finally wanting to cum, but he teased, made you so wet and hot, that you were the impatient.   

"So wet, so damn sweet. Hmmm...need to get her to talk a little more for me." Connie spoke before he just got a little up from his place, hovering over you, taking in your flushed state.

Your kiss bitten lips from making out with him, the way your top was halfway down because he just couldn't get enough of groping your tits when making out, this was what got him worked up in the first place.

Eyes wandering down to your pretty pink pussy. He tilted his head, why not trying a different angle?

And alone on the way he looked at you, you could see his brain cells working.

"Connie, what you are about to do?" you asked him, trying to catch your breath, and all you earned was a crooked smile.

Then he grabbed you, hands sliding down your creamy skin on your thighs, down to your ass. Grabbing the soft flesh, giving it a good measured squeeze.

Before he pulled you toward him, bringing your legs up to him, holding up your lower back so you were propped on your shoulders down the mattress.

"Switching things up, love. Got the feeling you would cum real good like this." he replied, holding you so secure in his hands before kissing your ankle, and then lowering his head.   

His knees dig into the plush mattress of the bed, your hips bucking upwards, you felt a little embarrassed in this position, but it felt good, when Connie fucked his tongue inside your needy hole, before just spitting down on your cunt.

"Yeah that's it...you like it when I do this right?" he talked, holding you on your thighs up.

All you could do was whine and nod, but you weren't aware that he wasn't talking to you.

"Shhh, baby, talking to m other pretty girl here. Listen how good I make her feel." he just shhhd you, talking to your pussy, licking over your clit, what made you close your eyes shut.

"You talk to...never mind." you then decided to just take it as it was, his tongue feeling too good to question anything, your pussy drunk boyfriend said.

[luvologyy]

Hmm…. How do you think the tuplar crew would react to their long-haired s/o suddenly showing up to their house, one day , with short hair 🤔

(Bonus points if the s/o acts all nonchalant about it too 🤭)

I love this anon, especially bc I cut my hair a couple of months ago, and it's growing back long, lol

⋆.˚ ★— luscious locks

Anya, daisuke, curly, swansea, Jimmy x reader

no specific detail about readers' hair type! It can be any to your liking (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) + different hair headcanons too ig reader acts all nonchalant lmaoo

Takes place on earth! Enjoy ୨ৎ

Anya

★ when anya opened her door and saw you with your long hair so much shorter than before, her jaw was DROPPED.

★ she couldn't form words, she wasn't weirded out by your new hair, it was just a surprised to her, so unexpected yk yk??

★ even though she was sad to see your long hair gone, she supports anything you choose to do with your hair.

★ overall, she asks questions about you cutting your hair, asking, "What made you cut it?" Or "did you cut it yourself?" Just curious about your hair journey ykk

★ she loves playing with your hair, with your permission ofc. It doesn't matter if you got short or long, she loves itt

★ she always loved styling your hair, too! Like tying it up in buns or ponytails. Even though your hair is shorter and harder to style, it doesn't stop anya.

Daisuke

★ daisuke wasn't expecting anyone to show up at his house, but there you are! But when he saw you, bro was DEVESTATED..

★ he loved your long hair and how soft it was.. but now IT WAS SHORT. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THINGG!? Daisuke thought.

"Y/N.." daisuke said, his jaw literally dropped

"What? What's wrong?"

"YOUR HAIR!!" He yelled, pointing towards your hair.

★ will not stop bugging you about your hair, poking your head when he's with you, and sadly running his fingers through your short hair.

★ ofc, he doesn't actually hate it. It just sucks that he's not the only one with shortish hair now.

★ he'll like it if you dye your hair different colors!

★ like he doesn't care if you cutted your hair or not, he'll love it if you have colorful hair.

★ every time he'll pass by you, he'll scruff up your short hair with his hand, just to annoy you.. yk how daisuke is

Curly

★ He's really surprised, but happy to see your new hair !

★ he loves your new hair, yeah.. he did live your longer hair, but he loves it short, too.

★ he supports any choices you do with your hair, just like anya.

★ if it's cutting your hair, styling it in funky ways, dying your hair? He'll help you! He's the most supportive guy you'll know.

★ he can't help but be surprised and laugh from seeing your new hair, not making fun of it, just out of shock and a mix of happiness, yk??

★ curly will rain you with compliments.. NONSTOP. telling you how pretty your hair is and how soft it is, and how it suits you a lot.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!" Curly laughed out when he saw you

"What, what's wrong?" You said blankly

"Your hair!"

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it looks nice on you."

★ he can't help but stare at your new hair, just admiring your new hair.

Swansea

★ as soon as he cracked open the door, he swore you almost gave him a heart ATTACKK!

★ He's absolutely disappointed in you. He'll just stand there in denial..

"What the fuck is this?.."

"What's wrong, swansea??"

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHAT'S WRONG??"

★ one of his favorite things about you will always be your hair. But now, since it's not long like how he likes, he's DEVESTASTED

★ will lecture and scold you like an old man, telling you dumb stuff about you cutting your hair.

★ will not stop bugging you about you cutting your hair. He'll BE ALL ON YOU, reminding of your old long hair and how much he loved it. He'll be so extra with it, girll..

★ doesn't understand why you would cut it. He thought your long hair was perfect.

★ he definitely has to get used to your new hair. He just hopes your hair will grow back longer (not knowing you'll prolly cut it again lol.)

★ he does learn to like it, but he'll always prefer your long hair. he's just a little hater..

★ will lecture you NONSTOPP like your his child (you being a grown ass adult too💀) knowing damn well he's not your dad. (Love a father figure)

Jimmy

★ He's in disbelief, never thought you'd cut your AMAZING LUSCIOUS HAIR.

★ the whole day you're with him, he will give you stink eye..

★ will give you silent treatment. He's THAT petty. He's that mad at you just because you cutted your long hair.

★ he'll eventually give up and will talk to you after trying to give you silent treatment. But he's still disappointed in you for cutting your hair.

★ just like Swansea, he'll definitely have to get used to your new hair.

★ he'll just stare at you, looking at your new hair with the biggest frown on his face.

★ calm down, he doesn't actually hate your short hair (that much..) he just acts petty and extra.

I'm not surprised if this flops THIS IS SOO LAZYYY

[chosaraki]

The Revelation of a Father .

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Jinrang instinctively kneels, extending his arms. He doesn't know how to react, but something inside him makes him hold the boy, almost carefully, as if he were touching something fragile and precious for the first time.

Jinrang With a hoarse voice, still trying to process the truth."Are you... are you really my son?"

The boy, in his innocence, just laughs and answers with simplicity:

Son With a smile, pointing at him."Mom said I'm just like my father. You're my father, right?"

Jinrang looks at you, his eyes seeking confirmation. He, the man who never showed weakness, seems more human than ever at that moment. You just nod your head, a soft smile on your lips.

You Calmly, but firmly."Yes, he's yours. I found out just before you were taken. I didn't want you to carry that weight while you were inside. I thought it would be better to wait until you were free."

For a moment, silence takes over the room. Jinrang, still holding the boy in his arms, looks away from him again. He observes every detail - the bright eyes, the features that remind so much of his, and the youthful energy that seems so far from the dark world in which he lived.

JinrangWith a low voice, almost a whisper."Three years... I missed three years."

You notice the regret in his voice, but before he can sink into this guilt, you approach and put your hand gently on his shoulder.

You With a comforting tone."You didn't miss it, Jinrang. We are waiting for you. He is your son, and now you have the chance to meet him, to be part of his life."

The boy, realizing the seriousness on Jinrang's face, puts his small hands on his father's face and smiles.

Son With the typical sincerity of a child."Are you sad? It's my birthday, Dad! You have to smile!"

Jinrang, taken by surprise, can't avoid a small smile. He laughs softly, almost incredulously, and shakes his head.

Jinrang With a slight laugh, squeezing the boy against him."You're a smart boy, huh? He's already giving me orders."

The boy laughs and hugs Jinrang's neck tightly, while you watch the scene with teary eyes. It's a moment you've dreamed of for so long - seeing the two together, finally.

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After a few moments, Jinrang finally gets up, still holding the boy. He approaches the table where the cake is decorated, with the candles waiting to be lit. He watches everything carefully: the balloons, the gifts, the little details that show the effort you put into making your son's birthday special.

Jinrang Furling to you, the firm voice, but with a touch of emotion"Did you do all this by yourself? All this time... You held everything while I was away."

You give a slight smile, crossing your arms, while trying to keep your composure.

You With a soft tone."It wasn't easy, but he gave me strength. He's as stubborn as you, you know? But I've never really been alone. He's all I needed to move forward while you were away."

Jinrang doesn't respond immediately, but the gratitude in his eyes is clear. He knew you were strong, but now he understands how much. He puts his son on the floor, who runs to get one of the toys, and turns completely to you.

Jinrang Giving a step towards you, your low and sincere voice."I should have known. You've always been stronger than anyone around me. But now... now we're together again. And I won't lose anything else."

He puts his hand on your face, his touch firm, but gentle. It's a rare gesture for a man like Jinrang, but he wants you to know how much he values what you did.

You Holding his hand, looking into his eyes."So, let's do it together. But today is not about us. Today is about him. Let's give him the best birthday of all."

Jinrang nods, and for the first time in a long time, he seems to relax. He joins you and your son at the table, helping to light the candles and sing happy birthday. The boy is radiant, and you realize that, despite all the difficulties, this moment is worth every sacrifice you made.

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After playing with the new gifts, you and Jinrang sit in the living room. He watches his son sleeping, a look of determination in his eyes.

Jinrang Firmly."I'll protect him. I'll protect you both. He will have the life I never had, and no one will take it away from me."

You know Jinrang is determined, and now, with his family by his side, he not only has an empire to rebuild, but also an even greater reason to fight.

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This expansion focuses not only on emotional revelation, but also on strengthening the bond between the two of you, with Jinrang recognizing the weight of what he lost and swearing to be a present father. The contrast between her strength as a mother and his new role as a father adds depth to the scenario, showing that family dynamics are as important as power in the underworld.

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[lversturns]

a warm surprise

hockeyplayer!chris x figureskater!reader

where... chris surprises you after a rough practice...

word count: 805 | warnings: swearing, makeout scene, a little suggestive towards the end | not proofread + english isn't my first language so grammar might be a little off!

it was no lie that your instructor taught with tough love, but sometimes, she really let her harsh side get to you

you had worked your ass of the whole afternoon, flying, turning, spinning and doing every possible move you could. but no matter how hard you tried, it still felt like nothing you did could satisfy her

"come on missy! you can do better than that, we both know it!" she shouted out

a quiet sigh rolled out of your mouth as you skated back to where she pointed you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her attitude, something that didn't go past her

"don't you roll your eyes at me young lady!" your instructor scolded

"ugh. i've been training foreverrr! can't we be done soon?" you complained back, rolling out the r's

"five more exercises and you can can go home."

finally, after what felt like eternity, you were finally slamming down on the nearest hard, wooden bench. your whole body ached and you wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower and curl up in bed with chris

speaking of chris...

while you had been through a practice sent straight from hell, chris had been packing up at home after being away with his hockey team for games the whole past week and you had missed him, a lot, and he’d missed you just as much

with a loud groan, you pushed your usually comfortable sneakers on, now sitting painfully on your already swollen feet. your hair laid damp against your forehead and your (chris') hoodie was clinging awkwardly against your body

rising from the bench, you walked with heavy steps towards the locker room, pulling your key, that you'd tied to a hairtie earlier, from your wrist. you sighed and started grabbing your things one by one, already more than ready to get home

after grabbing your jacket, you closed the locker and turned around, flying five feet into the air and dropping everything in your hands when a smiling face appeared right before you

"holy fuck!" you croaked out, gasping for air

"surprise mamas" chris grinned, waving his left hand excitedly at you

"you scared the shit out of me, idiot!" your faux annoyance sipped away by your large grin

chris chuckled before pulling you in a tight embrace, holding you as close as he could while your arms flew around his neck

"'missed you lots ma'" he mumbled against your hair, stroking his free hand down your back

you hummed into his neck as a response, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. if you could have your say in the matter, you would've stayed like that forever

“when’d you get back home?” you asked

"a few hours ago and be careful, you're smushing the flowers, gorgeous" chris whispered in your ear, pulling back slightly to pull the bouquet out from in between you

"you got me flowers?" you gasped

the bouquet was beautiful mixture of all your favorite colours, the petals blending together in a perfect array of light and dark. you were pretty certain that your love language was physical touch, but oh how your heart melted when chris did things like this

"i love them, but now i feel bad i didn't get ya' anything!"

"well there's one way you could make it up to me" he winked

a soft gasp escaped your lips as you lightly slapped his shoulder, grabbing on to it and pulling him towards you and interlocking your lips. the kiss started of as soft, but quickly turned more sensual as his tongue teased your lips, begging to enter

you moaned softly, resulting in his tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. your tongues danced together while your hands went up to his brown locks, tugging at them lightly. chris sunk his teeth slightly into your bottom lip before groaning against your mouth, sliding his hands down towards your ass and grabbing on to it

heat spread through your body and a content hum slipped from your lips. chris grinned against your lips, slowly pulling back from them

you smiled up at him, both of you out of breath staring at each other with swollen lips

"wasn't exactly what i meant, but i'm not complainin'" he chuckled lowly

"oh shut up"

he flashed you a toothy smile while grabbing your coat and placing it on top of your shoulders. he then took your bag and threw it over his own shoulder, before putting your hand in his and starting to walk towards the exit

"i had the shittiest practice today" you mumbled, placing your head on his shoulder

"oh really? do i gotta beat someone up?"

"well, only my trainer, but i don't think that'd pass over lightly"

"maybe not"

you smiled up at him, giving him a light peck on the cheek before interlocking your fingers

"what you say about me givin' you a massage when we get home? that sound good?" he asked

"mhm" you sighed back in response, fully aware that a massage wasn’t the only thing that was going to be “given” that night…

lia's words: i can't tell if this sucks or not...

remember that you are beautiful and so loved!!

[hkevisvlsvso]

FINALLY, bothered to translate the Deon thing.

I kinda like the beginning, and the rest of it is shit except the last few chapters which are pretty nice, and the ending is shit again.

Yeah, I guess Leon and I are dating now. Or we didn't officially agree to anything, but I think if he kissed me, he also wants to date me. And it feels good. Hell no, it feels really weird to think that, but I really like the way Leon's hand feels in mine and his soft hair and his smug grin and the way his face feels between my hands and the way he says he hates me and his lips touching my lips and his arm around me and his.. okay let's just start.

I sit at my desk just staring out the window and thinking about everything possible (...okay, I'm thinking about Leon, but what about it?) when I hear the phone ring in the living room. I don't even know why, but I quickly get up from my chair almost knocking it over and run into the living room to answer the phone, only to see my dad raise the phone to his ear. Someone says something on the other end of the line. Father glances at me with a surprised look, and then asks:

"Who's there?"

I don't like the slightly suspicious tone of his voice, but soon he hands me the phone and says:

"It's for you, son."

I take the phone and raise it to my ear with a slightly confused smile. Nobody almost ever calls me.

Dad leaves the room, glancing at me once more over his shoulder.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone, and no matter how hard I try, I can't prevent a smile from appearing on my face when I hear Leon's voice.

"Deniz?" He asks, and for some reason his voice is more cautious than usual.

"Hi," I reply, and I can hear myself smiling in my voice. Leon laughs nervously.

"Hi."

A long silence, to fill which I decide to ask:

"Did you have something to say, or did you call just to hear my charming voice?"

I can almost feel Leon blushing on the other end of the phone. I smile with satisfaction.

"Shut up!!" his voice is very irritated. "I can end this call if i want and never call you again."

"Okay, what were going to say?" I ask before he actually hangs up. Another moment of silence, which ends when Leon says:

"So.. uh- I was thinking that.. if you wanted to go with me... somewhere, to do, uh, something?"

I laugh.

"So like.. a date?"

I ask, because I know my choice of words annoys Leon.

"NO!" he shouts. "Or, sort of.. yeah? Or nothing too official now or it'll be awkward. But, if you wanted to come?"

Leon is always self-confident and trusts that everyone either likes him or is so afraid of him that they don't dare to disobey him. That's why it's rare to hear his voice so cautious and probing, uncertain. "Yeah," I say.

"What 'yeah'?"

"I want to come. Really."

~~~

When I arrive behind the museum, where we agreed to meet, Kalle is already there. His bike lies on the ground beside him, and he staresfor some reason an empty wall in the museum. He has his back to me and hasn't noticed my arrival yet. I quietly get off my bike and sit next to him. He doesn't notice me. He looks pretty nervous. I grin.

"Nice wall, isn't it?"

Leon almost jumps in fright. I laugh as he turns to look at me. I laugh at him freaking out, his cutely messy hair, the fact that he called me, and the fact that I'm with him now. I'm just so happy.

Leon tries to hit me in the side, but I grab his wrist and pull him closer to me. He looks at me and I look at him. It's not as romantic as you might think, but if it was, it would just be awkward.

"Am I supposed to kiss you now?" Leom asks. I glance around, make sure no one is nearby. There isn't.

"Yeah," I say quietly. "You are."

Leon also glances quickly to both sides before he kisses.

~~~

At some point, we stop caring if people notice we're dating. We cycle around the city without figuring out where to go, we laugh and talk about everything as normal and at some point Leon grabs my hand without slowing down. Our fingers automatically find their way into each other's recess and Leon's hand in mine feels warm and comfortable. The wind blows in my ears and I squeeze Leon's hand, and we don't slow down. Only a couple of guys shout homophobic slurs at us, but that doesn't bother us that much. We grin at each other, and Leon shouts behind him "Same to you!".

I flip the bird to the shouters, and since both of my hands are no longer on the bike's handlebars, Leon of course turns his bike hard to the side and pulls me along. We fall on the asphalt and I fall on top of Leon. Leon looks at me angrily, as if it was my fault. I roll off of him. Leon stares at me pointedly, but I can see from his eyes that he's not really that angry. He is cute. I smile innocently, and Kalle pokes me in the chest.

"Look where are you going you fucking idiot," he snorts.

"Me?! I'm sorry, but you dragged me here! You could see that my hands had other things to do than hold the handlebars!!"

Leon pretends to be angry for a moment, but soon gives up and looks me in the eyes. I feel myself blushing. I'm not good at this. But on the other hand, Leon is neither, so maybe it doesn't hurt.

We drink a strawberry smoothie in a stereotypically romantic way from the same glass at an outdoor table of some stereotypically romantic little cafe. I demand to be able to pay it, it takes a long time to make Leon believe that I am the rich gentleman here. Everything would be perfectly stereotypically romantic if Leon didn't purposely blow smoothie drops on my face with him whistle and laugh evilly.

I like it. We are different from everyone else. We are not a stereotypical romance, far from it. I'm sure no one else's first absolutely-not-date would be like this, and that's why this is perfect. That's why I like this. That's why I like Leon. We're holding hands under the table, even though we know that if anyone here gave a fuck, they would have already shown signs of interest.

We decide to go to Cameleon. We sit on the edge of that ledge, below us opens the chasm into which none of us miraculously has ever fallen. I wonder how that would feel. Freedom. Air flow on the cheeks. Happy. Leon's hand in my hand.

Fortunately, there is other ways to experience all that than falling from fifty meters, after which you hit a rocky ground and never smile again. The setting sun stereotypically turns the sky orange above us, but it doesn't even matter, it's actually pretty good that way.

Leon is lying next to me, his legs dangling outside the plank floor over the chasm. He looks laid back and I fucking love him. I don't know if it's weird to think like that when you've only been dating someone for two days. I look at him for a moment, the sun glinting in his eyes. I fucking love him. I fall down to lie next to him and pull him closer to me, which is, compared to some things (all of which Leom is involved in), a little more uncomfortable than some other things because we are both lying down and I have to laboriously slide my hand under Leon to hug him, but still feels warm and comfortable. In some kind of gust of tenderness, I lay my head on Leon's chest. His soft hoodie and calm heaving of his chest soothes something in me that I didn't even know existed. Leon pats my head stiffly, but then relaxes.

"I fucking love you," I repeat my thoughts out loud, realizing it's the same phrase I whispered to him that night at the Junk yard when he left the Wilden Kerle, now it's just in the present. I smile at my own unintentional profundity. Leon laughs.

"Of course you do. Everyone does," he says.

I shake my head against him.

"Yep, of course"

The sun is setting and it's getting dark, I kiss Leon again, my fingers gently raise his chin, I want to give a princely image of myself. It fails, but it doesn't matter, because Leon already knows I'm not a some fucking fairytale prince. He tells me that's exactly why he likes me. He really wouldn't want any fucking fairy tale prince.

"But you want the son of the world's most famous soccer player?" I ask. I'm at least as rich as fairy tale princes usually are. I tell Leon that, as if he doesn't already know it.

"Yeah, but do you arrive at my place with millions of euros worth of jewelry straight from the golf course on your white horse? No, though you could very well do that. You play soccer in some old field, mountain bike through the woods and, well, sit in a tree house late at night with me. If you are wild, it doesn't matter how much money you own."

"Okay, wow".

I really am impressed. Leon's face is warm against my cold fingers and I love him, everything about him, and I love that he loves me too. Our lips touch, and every time it happens, I wake up from another dream to the beautiful reality, Leon's arms around me.

I take Leon home, I smile as we cycle side by side along deserted roads. We stop in front of his yard, I hug Leon, I kiss him, on his lips and many times on his cheek, until he tells me to stop, I laugh and he squeezes my hand so hard that it almost breaks, what if Marlon or their father saw us. I think they would react really well. Leon blinks towards the windows of his house, blushing.

"See you tomorrow too?" I ask. I can only make out Leon's outline in the dark.

"Of course," he says, smiling. "We have our football team, remember??."

I laugh because I had forgotten that. And then I start cycling home.

[jessiemeows]

Lost & Found

Chapter 2: Companionship and Sunsets

A/N: Hello! I wanted to say the first 2-3 chapters are a little slow and are basically retellings of what happens amongst the Amaya/Astarion universe that I created. The next chapter though is when their story begins to officially start :) Pls go easy on me, I don't have any proofreaders and I tried reading this a thousand times to make sure the grammar and spelling are good lmfao. ALSO! Love and smut won't be introduced till later chapters, right now its going to be painfully obvious that Amaya and Astarion are crushing on one another. So in other words it's a slow burn. OH, one more thing, I haven't posted much but I am pretty much done with the next chapter, I have to add in a few things that I forgot I wanted added in so maybe(hopefully) I'll post it by the end of the week? I plan on reading it and adding in more stuff tomorrow night, and then I have to get over my fears of posting it for a few days by rereading it 500 times lol.

Pairing: F!Durge, OC (Amaya), Tiefling, Selunite Cleric X Spawn Astarion

Rating: 18+!!! mentions of violence, blood, corpses, death, basically durge things if you know how that character is

WC: About 2300

Previous chapters: Prologue | Ch 1

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Story:

The wreckage of the nautiloid stretched behind them as Astarion trailed a few steps behind Amaya. He watched as his new companion led him in what seemed to be an increasingly familiar pattern.

"Any idea where you're going, darling?" He said with his voice filled with amusement. "Because it seems to me we're walking in circles."

Amaya's shoulders tensed. "Yes, I know where I'm going." The words came out clipped, and Astarion suppressed a smile. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so harsh earlier—the knife to her throat, shoving her into the dirt but, what was done was done. And if he was being honest with himself, he didn't particularly care.

"I'm looking for someone," she continued, her voice softening. "She can't be too far from the beach. Unless she's dead, but I..." Her words trailed off into the now cooling evening air.

"And who might this mystery person be?"

Amaya twirled to face him, walking backward with surprising grace. "A half-elf who helped me on the ship. I don't remember her name, but I think she's a cleric, like me."

"Ah, clerics." Astarion clicked his tongue. "I've never much cared for the gods. Rather exhausting business, all that worship and devotion."

Her expression turned thoughtful. "True but, I don't know why I worship Selûne, to be honest. When I woke up on the nautiloid, I had only faint memories of her, but I could feel her presence, feel my magic flowing from her." She turned to walk beside him, their steps falling into sync. "Her presence felt light and hopeful, which was nice compared to..." Her voice faded, and Astarion caught the shadow that passed across her face. He chose not to press.

Instead, he studied her with new interest. "You don't remember anything?"

"Just my name—Amaya Othzál—and fragments that keep surfacing. The details are..." She shrugged, offering a faint smile. "Hazy."

"Must be the tadpole's doing."

"Or I hit my head really hard." Her giggle was soft and musical, and Astarion found himself oddly charmed by the sound.

"Yes, that would certainly explain a few things about you," he scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes but unable to suppress a low chuckle.

Amaya then halted suddenly, causing Astarion to collide with her, nearly losing his footing to almost knock her over. "Do you think by any chance you could not stop so abruptly," he hissed.

"There's a wounded mindflayer," she whispered, pointing ahead.

"Better it than us," he remarked coldly. "But do be careful near that thing."

Amaya then approached slowly, her divine magic radiating a blinding light at her fingertips. Astarion watched as she hesitated to kill the abomination, kneeling before the creature within seconds.

"What in the hells—what are you doing? Get away from that thing!" Astarion then yanked her backward by the arm, breaking the creature's hold.

Reality crashed back, and almost immediately Amaya brought her boot down on the monster with crushing force. "Death is too good for it," she then turned to Astarion with apologetic eyes. "Thank you."

"Just don't do that again," he muttered. Amaya nodded.

The two had walked on for several more minutes completing a full circle back onto the beach when suddenly, Amaya bolted forward. "Wait! I think that's her!" She sprinted toward a prone figure in the sand. "How did I not see her? She was so close." Dropping to her knees, she checked for signs of life. "She's breathing- just unconscious."

The half-elf stirred at Amaya's gentle touch. "Y-you're alive," she mumbled, blinking in confusion. "I'm alive. How is this possible?"

As the women spoke, Astarion hung back, only half-listening until he heard his name mentioned. Amaya was recounting their earlier encounter while the half-elf—Shadowheart, she called herself—cast a healing spell. Shadowy magic knitted Amaya's wound closed, though the skin remained angry and red.

"You kept him around after he tried to kill you?" Shadowheart's green eyes bored into Astarion.

"He's infected, just like us." Amaya glanced at him with those big and round yet unusual eyes of hers—deep red and glowing, but it was as if the color itself was wrong somehow. The bridge of her nose had started to burn in the sun, making her constellation of freckles stand out even more. "I would've done the same, I think."

"Well, it's all in the past now, isn't it?" Astarion drawled. "We should be moving forward, shouldn't we..." Astarion awaited for the half-elf to give him her name.

The half-elf's response was as cold as winter. "It’s Shadowheart."

“Shadowheart. Let's go now.”Astarion scoffed at the half-elf giving her an equally challenging stare back. Rolling her eyes at Astarion, Shadowheart then carefully wrapped Amaya's wound. "Thank you so much," Amaya said.

“Anything for the person who saved my life.” Shadowheart said, smiling at Amaya her eyes lighting up. “Now let's get moving, lead the way.”

After looting a couple of dead goblins, their path led them to roadside cliffs overlooking what appeared to be temple ruins. As the party approached, a strange rune carved into the ancient stones caught her attention. Amaya paused, "There's something unusual about that rune," she murmured, cautiously moving closer to investigate.

“Amaya, do be careful,” Astarion warned. He had no desire to rescue her from another predicament as he had with the mindflayer. Ignoring the warning from him, Amaya reached out and faintly touched the rune with her fingers, causing her to recoil in pain. Amidst the eerie glow of the rune, a hand abruptly materialized, causing the trio to jump.

“A hand? Anyone?” cried a disembodied voice from the sigil.

Astarion's eyes remained fixed on Amaya, whose complexion grew pale as she stared transfixed at the spectral limb before her. Without any warning, she swiftly slapped the hand.

"Ow!" the voice exclaimed. "Perhaps I should have clarified—a helping hand? Anyone?"

Astarion couldn't contain his laughter. In their brief time together, he'd sensed a kindred spirit in Amaya's mischievous nature. After Amaya interrogated the sigil, she managed to use what was left of her divine magic and successfully pulled out a man. The sudden recoil from the conjuration caused the tiefling to stumble and fall, crashing directly into Astarion, he quickly reached out and grabbed ahold of her waist before she could hit the ground. 

“Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep!” the strange man said while dusting off his deep purple robes as the trio surrounded him.

In the corner of Astarion's eyes, the setting sun caught his attention. The sky blazed in a brilliant transformation, shifting from molten gold to soft coral to dusky rose—colors he had not truly seen in nearly two centuries. The fading light painted the landscape in an ethereal glow, turning the mundane into something magical. 

Only half-listening to the conversation behind him, Amaya boasted to the wizard, "I took control of the ship, landed it safely, and saved the day." Astarion couldn't help but snort at her words.

"That vast, burning wreckage behind you somewhat contradicts your story, but here you stand, so who am I to argue?"  the wizard responded sarcastically back at her with amusement.

Lost again in the sunset, a gentle touch on his shoulder startled him from his reverie. Amaya stood beside him, her unusual red eyes reflecting the sunset's dying embers. "Are you coming? We're setting up camp here for the night." She studied his face with quiet curiosity. "Do you like the sunset?"

"I'm used to the busy city," he lied smoothly, "so it's rare to see it like this." The truth—that he hadn't properly watched a sunset in two hundred years, caught in his throat.

"It is beautiful," Amaya murmured, her words trailing off as she gazed at the painted sky. Then, practical as ever: "But you should set up your tent before darkness falls, unless you fancy fumbling with poles in the pitch black." She turned away with a small smile, heading toward a flat patch of ground. Astarion sighed and followed, his feet dragging slightly in the dirt.

Gale, who seemed to be the ever the show-off, had his tent erected in minutes through a series of precise magical gestures. With another flourish of his hands, he conjured a blazing fire in the center of their makeshift camp. The flames cast dancing shadows across the clearing as twilight deepened around them.

"I hate to be bossy," Gale announced, though his tone suggested otherwise, "but I'm designating myself camp cook. Our supplies may be limited, but I promise to make something satisfying for us all."

Shadowheart's response was laced with sarcasm. "Fine, Gale."

Amaya chuckled at their bickering as she scanned the campsite, her smile fading when she noticed Astarion's empty tent. "Hm," she murmured, concern creasing her brow before she pushed the thought aside.

Inside her own tent, Amaya carefully arranged her few possessions. One particular possession made her smile, an old stuffed bunny—somehow preserved in her bag of holding took pride of place on her thin mattress. She found herself imagining ways to make the space more homely: perhaps some hanging plants, or a few cozy blankets. 

Changing quickly from her tattered armor, she borrowed a pair of black trousers from Shadowheart, cinching them with rope to fit her smaller frame. Her dark red underclothes would have to suffice as sleeping attire for the night. As she folded her armor, several gold-plated medallions caught her eye. Most were too damaged to read, their engravings worn smooth or broken, but one bore a partial image—half a skull surrounded by droplets. The symbol tugged at her memory, but like so much else, remained frustratingly out of reach.

Night had fully settled when Amaya joined the others by the fire. Crickets sang their evening chorus as torchlight flickered between their four tents. Gale offered her a bowl of dried fruits and meat with a gentle smile, which she returned gratefully.

"Where's your pale friend?" Shadowheart's question cut through the peaceful silence.

Amaya toyed with a piece of dried meat between her fingers. "Oh, he set up his tent and wandered off somewhere."

"I'd be careful with him." Shadowheart's green eyes bore into her with intensity.

"You don't trust Astarion?"

"Trust is a rare currency, Amaya. I'm not sure I would spend it on someone who drew a knife on me moments after we met." The words fell between them like ice.

Gale choked on his food. "He did what?"

"It's fine," Amaya insisted, though her head began to pound. Dark, unsettling thoughts from earlier crept back, visions of severing Gale's hand and slitting Astarion’s throat caused her to shudder. Amaya then pushed the thoughts away, fighting a wave of nausea.

"Fine," Shadowheart conceded, her gaze fixed on the flames. "But I'm watching him."

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An hour had passed, and there was still no sign of Astarion. Shadowheart had already retreated to her tent while Amaya tried to focus on Gale's lecture about ceremorphosis, but her headache made it difficult to concentrate. His words blurred together as she stared into the fire.

"Now we have tadpoles slithering through our heads like carnivorous foeti. That's not abstract."

"I'm not too worried," Amaya offered weakly. "We'll find someone who can help."

"That's the spirit! Let's be up with the lark—find a healer before the wee one gets hungry. Oh, hello Astarion!"

Amaya turned around to find the elf had changed into simpler attire: a light blue shirt with ruffled collar and low neckline, paired with well-worn brown trousers and ornate shoes. The clothing showed signs of careful mending, a stark contrast to his earlier pristine outfit.

"Ah, yes. Thank you," he said as Gale thrust a bowl at him, his lip curling slightly at its contents. "Sorry for disappearing. I needed a walk."

"Nonsense!" Gale waved off the apology. "It's been a difficult day. But this wizard needs his beauty sleep, or I'll be absolutely insufferable tomorrow. Goodnight to you both. I should check if Shadowheart's still awake..."

As Gale departed, Astarion settled beside Amaya, setting his untouched food aside.

"Not hungry?"

"Not particularly," he replied tersely.

"I only ate half of mine because I felt sick," she offered. "So you're not alone." Despite his prickly exterior, she found conversation with him came naturally. While she felt a connection with Shadowheart too, something about Astarion's presence put her at ease.

They both started speaking at once, then stopped. "Oh, sorry—you go first," Amaya insisted.

Astarion paused, choosing his words carefully. "So, we're resting here? Turning in for the night?"

"It's no feather bed, but it'll do." She hugged her knees to her chest, pushing dark curls from her face.

"I suppose." His crimson eyes darted around the clearing. "I'm not sure what I expected, really. This is all rather new for me. My nights usually involve bustling streets and bursting taverns. Curling up in the dirt is... a little novel."

"I could make you some tea with calming herbs," she offered. "Help you relax."

"Ah, no—tea isn't really my drink." He tapped his temple. "I'll be awake anyway, processing all this. You sleep, I'll keep watch."

"Thank you, that helps. But first—what do you think of our new companions?"

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Ha! Well, we've picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in his own portal—hardly a promising introduction. And then there's someone whose parents hopefully meant well by naming their child Shadowheart. Rather ominous, don't you think? Unless she chose it herself, which would be even more concerning."

Amaya couldn't help but laugh. "I suppose you’re right but they are all we have currently," She stood, brushing off her borrowed clothes. “You’ll have to excuse me now, I should pray before bed. Have a good night and try to get some rest yourself.”

"The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams," he murmured, watching her silhouette move through the moonlight toward her tent.

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Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.