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pernesophe · 3 months ago

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Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Characters in this post are 18+:

Tsubaki Tasuku: (TW: smut near the end (cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, anal penetration), violence for one scene, fluff (treads into "tooth rotting" territory I fear), comfort) MDNI

Song: Honeysuckle Kisses by Orion Experience (this is the song I listened to while writing this, and what I would pick for Reader and Tsubaki's song)

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O. I went overboard on the last three chapters, so I'm splitting them up!

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

(~7558 wc)

Tsubaki saw you out shopping one day, when you were obviously feeling super self conscious about yourself and choosing your style in general. Gingerly feeling different fabrics between your fingertips before you would fold them neatly back on the pile. You kept gravitating towards muted colors that you seemed comfortable with, and then determination would flash across your face before you’d redirect your gaze to anything pink and frilly. But then a deep crease would form in your brow as you looked between the overwhelming colors and cuts.

He approached you from across the store, introduced himself politely, and then immediately asked if he could help you find anything. You were stunned by his long hair dyed red at the ends that matched his nails and tie, and when you met his eyes you were struck completely speechless just by how blue they were. All you could do was stare in awe, mouth agape, while you silently nodded at him. Tsubaki was taken aback by your reaction, and a little worried of what you might say when you did speak.

It took you a moment to recover, but once you finally did, sputtered sorry’s tumbled from your mouth while you tried to apologize for staring. Then, you rushed to tell him that you just weren’t aware that someone as beautiful as him worked there. The raven and ruby haired amazonian threw his head back and laughed out loud at your rushed way of speaking, and the way your cheeks could get redder than Sakura’s.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I don’t work here,” he clarified as his laughter died down. “You just seemed a little overwhelmed so I thought I’d offer help if you needed it.” He explained with a kind smile as he folded his hands behind his back and leaned a little closer to you. A deep red blush cascaded over your cheeks while his scent enveloped you. Faint notes of citrus and floral swirled around you first, swiftly followed by crisp pine and creamy almond. Every bit of him was just so incredibly sweet.

“Ye-yes please! I would really love that - you look so cool!” Whispering excitedly as you bobbed your head vehemently. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” admitting quietly as you looked around at all the pink skirts and frilly dresses.

“But you obviously do, so any help you could offer would be greatly appreciated!” Chirping up at him with half moon eyes as you shot him a genuinely grateful smile.

Even though he was offering his assistance, Tsubaki was taken aback by how kind you were as some stranger he'd only just met in a shop. Shaking off his shock, he asked what kind of style you like and what you feel comfortable wearing while you looked around the shop with an uncertain expression as you bit your lower lip. Immediately, your newfound friend could clock that the store’s whole vibe just wasn’t you.

“This isn’t really your type of store is it?” He posed cautiously with a quirk of his brow, and you deflated a bit before bowing your head in shame. “Then what brought you here?” He inquired gently, and your gaze remained glued to the floor for a moment before meeting his with apprehension.

“My mom keeps hounding me to be more 'ladylike’ and to ‘wear more pink’ and that I ‘need to make an effort to be girly if I ever want a boyfriend’,” you divulged miserably. Tsubaki’s eyes widened at your confession as empathy swirled in his chest for your situation, but you just took his expression to mean you’ve said too much. “I’m sorry, that was a lot…” you murmured softly as you awkwardly focused your gaze to a bright pink, frilly skirt nearby.

“That’s okay!” He rushed to blurt out which made you look back at his now gentle expression. “Let’s go outside and walk a ways - we can window shop, and if there’s a shop that looks interesting to you then we’ll go inside!” Offering quickly as he gestured towards the exit, and you gratefully nodded before following him out into the street.

After the two of you walked for a bit while Tsubaki quizzed you about what you like to wear, the two of you finally found a “modcloth” type store. It sold tweed coats, funky sweaters, pleated skirts in earthy tones, fun and serious blouses from cotton to velvet. All in a style that was a bit quirky with a cute spin. As soon as you saw this white pleated, fit and flare dress accentuated with a black collar and belt, that was printed all over with black cats in the window your face lit up.

Tsubaki thought your ‘excited face’ was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, and could feel his cheeks warm up when you looked up at him excitedly before pointing to the store. Immediately he beamed down at you and nodded as he followed you under the tinging bell through the door. Once inside, he noticed the gold paperclip chain choker you were wearing, and complimented it before asking if it was a favorite of yours.

Shyly you disclosed that it was your only piece of jewelry and something you rarely took off, but he just smiled kindly and told you that was perfectly okay. As you two perused, you kept gravitating towards a lot of unisex clothes, but your new found friend was able to pick out a few dresses and skirts for you that could be worn in a more androgynous way. Wordlessly, he kept picking out different cuts and colors of fabrics, as well as accessories that would compliment your necklace.

Every time you stepped out of the dressing room to show him the next outfit, the curtain would waft notes of caramelized fruit and peppery smoke to him. When your hair fanned out with a turn back to the fitting room, you’d leave hints of roasted coffee and balsamic vanilla in your wake.

Finally, when you came out with your armful of items, and Tsubaki leaned in to help carry some of them to the register he was enveloped in this delicately complex leathery-ambery aroma that left his head absolutely spinning. By the end of the shopping trip, you had more than enough clothes to make you and your mother happy.

At the end, you thanked your new friend profusely and then timidly requested to exchange contact information. To your relief, he happily obliged, and even told you to text him if you ever wanted to go shopping together again. Beaming at him gratefully, you agreed and thanked him again for today before you were flitting off down the street and out of his view. Tsubaki felt his heart pitter patter in his chest as a swarm of butterflies danced and fluttered around his stomach, while he replayed how much fun he had with you in just a few short hours.

It takes a few days before you nervously messaged him, “Hey it’s Y/N! I know you said we can go shopping again, but I was wondering if you wanted to just hang out? We could get lunch, or go to a park - no worries if not though!!”

Tsubaki immediately responded yes, which left you laid out on your bed while you kicked your legs in the air and squealed with joy. Then, you offered to take him out to dessert as a real thank you for his help the other day. He made it clear that any more thank you’s were unnecessary, but did agree to go out with you. He ended up taking you to his favorite dessert spot, which became your favorite too.

A delicious time was had together, where you enjoyed green tea and tea cakes. During which he told you a little bit about his dancing, and then offered to take you over to watch his set. Excitedly you agreed, though truly he invited you half because he just wanted to, but he also wanted to gauge your reaction.

He wasn’t surprised, but he was overjoyed when he spotted your face in the crowd from his position on the pole and he could see your face was LIT UP. The widest grin graced your lips, with moon eyes peeking out above it as you alternated between clapping excitedly and cupping your mouth to cheer him on. Never having been to a place like this before, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to react so you just leaned back on how you really felt. And how you felt was that you were in the presence of one of the coolest people ever and better yet, that person invited you here!!

Once his set finished, you were stuck between speechless and babbling on and on about how impressive his dancing was. Tsubaki was pretty good at being confident and cheering for himself, but even he could feel his cheeks burning as you bounced right along next to him, singing your praises for him.

After that, he really opened his heart up to you, since it was obvious that you were just a really pure hearted person. He went out of his way to hang out with you and bring you around his friends as well. They all adored you, especially how your eyes gleamed whenever they landed on their onyx-ruby maned friend.

It wasn’t long before Tsubaki told you how he felt, and your head almost exploded because you honestly couldn’t believe you were so lucky. You immediately stumbled over yourself to confess your feelings for him too, and he eagerly asked you to be his girlfriend right away. Teeming with excitement, you were barely able to contain yourself as you squealed out a yes!

Truly, your kind hearted partner wanted to gather you up in a tight hug tight then and there, but from the start he noticed that you’ve never been super touchy-feely. Even though Tsubaki is super touchy-feely, he respected your boundaries implicitly from the get go.

So, the following months were filled with dessert dates, coffee and breakfast at your apartment, walks around Furin, shopping dates, watching Tsubaki’s dance practice and sets, and the like. It was a whirlwind of good times and endless giggles shared between the two of you. Overtime, you became more comfortable around your partner, even though you hadn’t touched him yet. Though in the recent weeks you’ve been thinking about how you would want to bridge that gap, and one sunny day it had been persistently plaguing your mind.

You weren’t confident enough to grab Tsubaki’s hand, but he noticed you on edge all day while glancing down at his side. Eventually, when the two of you were heading back to your place to chill out, he held his hand out to you on the way.

”Wanna hold hands?” He offered sweetly, and you looked up at him with the biggest moon eyes which made him titter. Timidly, you took his hand in yours and held it dearly, which he just thought was the most precious thing.

Especially when you kept peering down at his hand in yours before looking away with a bright blush on your cheeks. His hand was soft and warm, but large enough to envelop your hand securely. While yours was smaller and fit snugly against his palm. When the two of you were finally back and settled on the couch to watch TV, Tsubaki noticed that you seemed a little down after you stopped holding hands - but also embarrassed?

”Was that the first time you held anyone’s hand?” Querying cautiously, as his blue eyes filled with the worry that you suddenly weren’t okay with holding his hand. Though a small smile crept over his face as he watched you squirm a little on the cushion.

”Mhm!” Chirping as you threw him a small smile while a blush started creeping back over your face.

”Was it… alright?” Tsubaki murmured nervously - his insecurities getting the better of him. Immediately you nodded vehemently while tears gathered along your lash line, which threw him off completely.

”I-I never really got a lot of… physical affection growing up, so it was really nice and new… and I feel bad for wanting more, I guess?” you whispered vulnerably as you averted your gaze to the floor, a single tear dripped down your cheek.

Tsubaki felt himself getting weepy for you, as well as guilty that he even doubted how much you liked him. Silently, he pulled you onto his lap before squeezing you oh so tightly against his chest. The reddened end of his hair brushed your cheek as the familiar and intoxicating notes of spiced floral, crisp citrus, and smooth wood that always clung to his locks tickled your nose.

”Don’t ever feel bad for wanting more, especially from me, I want to give you everything!” He assured you warmly. “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, and of course I have my boundaries, but as far as holding hands go - mine will always be there for you to hold.” He pressed chaste kisses along your temple and forehead before working down to place one on the tip of your nose. Sniffling faintly, you met his crystalline blue eyes that were now brimming with tears of their own.

”Tsubaki, did I make you cry?!” You exclaimed as you sat up more in his lap so the two of you were nose to nose, your eyes darted over his face to see if you injured him somehow. He chuckled lightly at your worried expression, breathing in the comforting caramelized fruit paired with the smoky cocoa aroma that seemed to always envelop you.

”No, no… I was just worried at first that you didn’t want to hold my hand, but once you explained I just felt really relieved,” he admitted gently as your eyes went impossibly wide at the thought.

”Tsubaki.” You said gravely, earning his undivided attention as he focused completely on your next words. Timidly, you reached up and cupped his face in your hands as you pinned him with a serious look, so he knew exactly how important they were.

“Your hand is the only one I want to hold. You're the only person I feel comfortable even trying to be physically affectionate with, and one day when I get the courage to kiss you I know it’ll be the best day of my life. Because I really adore who you are, and I love that I get to do all of these things for the first time with such a kind, caring and safe person.” You stated firmly as his sky blue eyes grew watery again, but you just dutifully thumbed away his tears as they fell.

Tsubaki squeezed you tighter into his chest, and you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while, not speaking, as hints of delightfully warm florals swirled with wood smoked camphor, accompanied by the sound of your breathing filled the room as the two of you just held each other.

Following this development in your relationship, you and Tsubaki could be seen always holding hands around Furin. It took another couple of months before you felt brave enough to kiss him, and when you did, you were pleasantly surprised to find that he tasted like creamy cardamom. When he pulled back a fine pink dusted his cheeks as he quietly stated that you tasted like honey-spiced fruit - just like he thought you would. After that he began doting on you in public and private: surprise cheek kisses, tender forehead kisses, hugging you from behind, absentmindedly playing with your hair… and you absolutely ate up every morsel of his affections.

As your relationship progressed, you saw Tsubaki involved in a few fights, and you were astonished by how strong he was. Though, you were also a little sad that you couldn’t really protect him, so you decided to secretly start going to self defense classes without telling your boyfriend. Not that you wanted it to be a big deal, but you were excited to surprise him with your moves once you graduated the class.

During this time, you also wanted to try to find some “girly” outfits - dresses and skirts in tones other than earthy and nude - that fit your style. So you requested Tsubaki’s help and, of course, he was overjoyed to assist. You also asked if he could help you find some makeup that fit you, and if he’d be willing to help you practice some looks. Again he was more than happy to help, even though he made sure to follow up on whether you were doing this for yourself or some other reason. When you assured him it was for yourself and the desire to expand your style, he made a whole pinterest board for you that you could use for inspiration.

When you looked over the board you were thoroughly touched by how extensive it was, he obviously put a lot of time and effort into the endeavor, and you thought he was just the sweetest for it. Though really, in addition to expanding your style, you wanted to be able to put together a special outfit, and makeup look for Valentine’s Day. The defense class end date was set for the day before, so you wanted to dress up nice for when you told him about it over dinner.

When Valentine’s Day arrived, you had picked out the perfect outfit and eye look that would make Tsubaki swoon at the sight of you. Before leaving your apartment, you took one last look in the mirror to check for stray liner or any parts of your outfit out of place. You decided to wear a pair of sheer black tights, a form fitting, long sleeve turtleneck, with a cardinal red, button up-overall mini dress over them. He even helped you learn how to walk in heels, so today you were wearing a pair of heeled combat boots. Around your neck hung your signature gold, paperclip choker.

Leaning closer to the mirror to check your handiwork, and you grinned at the flawless lines. You decided to go with a smoky, cherise eyeshadow wing on each lid that came to a point in the corners of your eyes - something simple and doable after extensive guidance from Tsubaki. Under each eye, you used a fuchsia liner that arched out into a point under the center of each eye, and underneath each point you drew an adorable fuchsia heart. Though you weren’t brave enough to try fake lashes yet, Tsubaki had helped you pick out a reliable mascara to practice with. Fluttering your long lashes at yourself in the mirror felt akin to butterfly wings caressing your cheeks. Giggling to yourself, you did an excited twirl before skipping out the door.

On the way to see your amazonian boyfriend, you walked into an ongoing street fight involving him, his seconds, and some first years fighting a slew of thugs. As you approached, Tsubaki saw you and shouted at you to go hide in Pothos, but while following his instruction, a thug grabbed you.

Tsubaki freaked out, and tried to fight his way to you, followed by his seconds. The first years were on the other side, so they couldn’t even see what was going on, but they heard the Furin King shouting angrily at someone and started clearing a path in the direction he was shouting.

The moment the thug’s meaty fingers wrapped around your arm, your self defense training kicked in as you twisted out of his grip and delivered a high kick across his face. He was knocked unconscious instantly, and as you whirled to face the remaining thugs closest to you, they flinched before backing away. None of them knew what to make of the adorably petite girl before them who apparently had a lethal roundhouse kick.

At that point, your protective partner shook off his own shock and stepped between you and the thugs while glaring at them. Without a moment’s hesitation they turned and sprinted off, swiftly followed by the rest of their posse. Whirling around, Tsubaki stared at you in complete shock, mouth agape.

”Y/N, I had no idea you could do that!” He half cried-half squealed, and you bashfully smiled while clasping your hands behind your back.

”Well, I couldn’t until recently, I’ve actually been taking self defense classes!” You declared proudly, and Tsubaki’s brows shot up in surprise. “I wanted to tell you, and show you what I learned after I 'graduated'. Which was yesterday actually!” You giggled airily up at him, beaming brightly now.

”D-did something happen? Why were you taking self defense classes?” He questioned you quickly, and a little worried. His seconds exchanged anxious looks over their King’s fears surfacing.

”N-no, no, that’s not it!” You insisted quickly with a reassuring smile. “You just fight a lot, and you’re really strong, and you’ve protected me before…” you pursed your lips sadly, “but I couldn’t really protect you in return, and I wanted to be able to try, at least.” You murmured shyly, hoping you didn’t hurt your tenderhearted boyfriend. But his baby blue eyes lit up like the sun as an adoring smile spread across his face. Drawing closer, he took your hands in his.

”You wanted to protect me?” He breathed out in disbelief, eyes brimmed with tears at how unbelievably cute you are. Especially with the stubborn pout that pulled at your lips, and the notch in your brow.

”Well yeah. I love you, silly-head,” you expressed in light admonishment, but an incredible wealth of care was hidden in your tone.

Tsubaki blinked at you rapidly, seeing as you just publicly confessed your love for him. Sakura was blushing on the ground across the way, because he just couldn't take the raw emotion. You knew full well what you just admitted, also wanting to confess that to him along with everything else. So, you just stared him down with a determined expression and waited.

”Y/N, you know you just said-” Tsubaki spoke in a hushed tone, not really believing you meant to proclaim that.

”I know what I said. Should I say it again?” You cut him off, letting him know that you weren’t beating around the bush, with an assertive arch of your brow. Slowly he shook his head, still not knowing what to say, even though he’s felt the same for months now.

”Well, if you’re done,” you stated quietly as you leaned around him to survey the street, now deserted of thugs, but littered with Furin members staring at the situation unfolding in shock. Tsubaki’s seconds looked a little misty eyed about it all.

“Can I take you out for Valentine’s Day now?” You leaned back and met his gaze as you implored with a bright smile. Your bewildered boyfriend nodded wordlessly, and let you take his hand before leading him off.

Along the way, the towering Furin King finally found his words and confessed, teary eyed, while he also apologized for not saying it straight away. You just told him that it’s okay, and that you were just really honored that he loves too. Then he proposed, timidly, if the two of you could go back to your place instead of out. Oblivious to what he was getting at, you grinned brightly and agreed.

Once back at your apartment, Tsubaki kissed you gently, then more fervently before scooping you up to straddle his hips. His hands gripped under your thighs as he pinned you against the front door. A little surprised, but not mad about the development, while he breathily pleaded against your lips that he wanted to feel you in whatever way you would let him tonight.

Gulping down air as his bulge pressed into your heated core and suddenly you were submerged in the scent of his shampoo. A candy like aroma, quickly followed by minty wood sifting through the air, and finally notes of creamy almond smoked through your hair as his plump lips trembled against yours.

Bobbing your head vigorously, you instructed him to take you to bed, and he blinked at you in surprise before asking if you were sure. Draping your arms over his shoulders as you mussed his hair in your fingers before you spoke in a slightly more demanding tone, “Tsubaki. Take me to bed, please.”

He wasted no time carrying you to the bedroom located at the back of the apartment. Rich cocoa wafted past Tsuabki’s face accompanied by hints of warmed florals and spiced wood smoke as he made his way down the hall with you securely in his grasp. Once there, he laid you out on the bed, fixed your outfit and hair - even though you were a little impatient, but he said he wanted to do something special. After that, he retrieved a small vibrator the two of you bought a while ago, and asked if he can use it on you tonight. Timidly you nodded, and he flashed you a bright smile in return.

Laying his large, soft palms on your thighs he oh so slowly parted them so the fabric of your dress rode up your hips, to reveal a pair of red cotton panties with a pink heart etched over the front. He shot you an appreciative grin before he settled between your thighs, taking his time prepping you for the small vibrator. When you seemed good and ready, he slid the vibrator into your slick walls before turning it on to the lowest setting.

Then he double checked your outfit, makeup, hair, and then his own before he laid beside you. Taking out a polaroid camera, he tenderly asked if he could take pictures of you two together laid out like this, and you nodded up at him as a moan dripped from your parted lips.

Settling next to you, he started snapping photos, and gradually turning up the vibrator strength throughout the photoshoot. Most of the shots were of him gazing down at you, kissing you, and you peering into his eyes or the camera lens as your expression became more and more fucked out. The whole time you were heaving air for some reprieve, you kept catching the sweetly crisp floral flavor from your lover’s fragrance on your taste buds.

The final photo was of you, shaking, cumming, and clutching onto your breathtaking boyfriend. Eyes half lidded, jaw dropped as melodic moans and sighs fanned over his simpering lips. His arm was wrapped around your waist to hold you close, red nails standing out against the back of your shirt, accentuating the way you were arching desperately into him. As you came down, you inhaled the syrupy almond and spiced pine aroma that lifted off of Tsubaki’s heated skin to swirl in the thickened air.

Oh so slowly, he removed the vibrator before tossing his hair up in a bun, and then dipped down to drink up your arousal. Running the tip of his tongue through your drenched folds as he inhaled you deeply, caramelized fruit and wood flooded his taste buds. Smoky rich cocoa drifted off your skin and made his mouth water. Groaning deeply into your cunt sent vibrations through your core that caused you to arch your back off the bed. Swiftly, he grabbed your hips and pinned you down before circling his wet muscle over your bundle of nerves until you were a panting mess.

Buttery amber mixed with something velvety and animalic before flooding his senses as he eagerly dipped lower to taste more of you. Devouring every drop you had to offer as he swirled his tongue over your clit, before he slid it down to catch the arousal that gushed from your folds. Deliriously, he clutched at your plump ass and pulled you closer to his greedy mouth as your thighs trembled against his cheeks. He stopped just before you came - only intending to taste and “clean you up”, though really he just made a bigger mess of you.

”How far do you wanna go tonight?” Pulling back as he raised the question smoothly, breath fanning over your mound, sending a shiver up your spine. Lifting your head from the pillows, you just smiled at him adoringly through heavy pants.

”All the way, if you’ll have me,” you murmured breathily as your eyes blazed with desire, which turned scorching when they dipped down to where his skirt lifted slightly from his bulge.

”Oh, I’ll have you,” he whispered, voice laced in a sultry tone. “Take off everything please,” he requested politely as he climbed off the bed and stepped into the closet to pilfer through the clothes he kept at your place.

He came back out wearing a stark white babydoll slip, with ruffly white bloomers underneath. In contrast to his onyx and ruby hair, accentuated by his creamy complexion, he looked downright ethereal as he climbed back over you. Pressing loving kisses to your plush lips as he positioned himself next to you on his back, and then with gentle squeezes and slight tugs, he gradually coaxed you to straddle his pelvis.

Delicately, you opened his ruffle bloomers to reveal his hardened, blushing length - thick, veined and with a bulbous mushroom head. It jumped into your palm as you tentatively stroked it with your fingertips, which caused a delighted gasp to escape you. Tsubaki silently watched your awestruck expression, wide eyed and mouth agape as faint pants fluttered past his lips.

Peppered iris struck your senses and bloomed behind your eyelids as you sheathed him, allowing every inch of him to stretch you oh so slowly. The whole way dawn, he held your hips and gripped your ass cheeks gently - red tipped fingers digging in occasionally to stop himself from bucking into you. Tenderly, you grasped his smooth hands to ground yourself as your walls clenched around him.

He cooed praises up at you adoringly, and made sure to tell you just how pretty you looked like this as your fluttering core grew accustomed to his size. After you’d adjusted, your boyfriend was still purring compliments to you quietly, as he kneaded your hips and thighs.

You looked down at him wide eyed - gaze traveling over the hard planes of his chest contrasted by the delicate fabric, and plump, rouge lips accentuating his baby blue orbs - you quietly told him that he was a vision to behold. His cock twitched inside you from the genuineness in your words as you continued to whisper about how beautiful he looked, and how good he’s made you feel. Not just tonight, but ever since meeting him.

Tsubaki looked a little teary eyed as he simpered up at you while he slowly guided you up his length, and then slowly back down until you’d adjusted to him enough to try on your own. Once you’d found a good rhythm, he released your hips and allowed you to take over as he leaned up and wrapped his arms around your torso. Taking one of your pert nipples in his mouth as you whined at the new sensation and ran your fingers through his long, soft locks.

While you bounced on his throbbing member, your velvety walls sucked him back in as you dropped back down. Squelching and a satisfying plat plat plat filled the room as arousal dripped down your thighs and over his lap. Honey dewed across your skin before dripping over the bouquet of bergamot and violet permeating the air, while the string in your lower belly grew tighter.

His tip tapped that spongy spot nestled in your core over and over, causing shocks of pleasure to spread through your veins and threaten to snap that string in your lower belly. Once thoroughly blended, the sugared, citrus-floral aroma blended into the clove and cardamom coffee brewing underneath. Breathlessly, you continued susurrating praises into his onyx tresses as your paperclip chain necklace knocked against your collarbone from the repetitive movement.

After your thighs began to burn and you started to lose momentum, your beloved boyfriend asked if he could take you from behind. Eagerly, you bobbed your head before wordlessly turning around to present yourself to him - wiggling your dripping pussy at him slightly. Breath hitched in his throat, and then he swallowed thickly before purring out more praises as he lined his tip up to your entrance.

Deliberately unrushed while entering you again, really making sure you felt every inch of him. He fucked you at a frustratingly long, and drawn out pace, but so deep that his tip kept kissing your cervix. You begged for him to go faster or harder, and though he did eventually relent with stronger thrusts - enough to jiggle your ass deliciously against his hips - he wouldn’t go any faster than that. Wrapping his wide palms around your hips just above your ass while pressing his red tipped fingers into the plush skin, and then he pinned you into the mattress as he leaned forward so his bergamot scented hair tickled your face.

“Not tonight baby, you need to get used to me first, okay?” He hushed you soothingly as he kissed your cheek, jaw, shoulder and down your spine until he was straightened, but was still holding you down by your hips, thrusting hard and deep.

It wasn't long before you were reduced to a mewling mess - clawing and drooling into the sheets helplessly. Tsubaki just gasped and sighed at how breathtaking you were, and praised you between deep, guttural groans. Through gritted teeth he growled out how fucking gorgeous you looked underneath him like this.

At some point you couldn’t even muster coherent responses as you whimpered, whined, and cried out his name with abandon. Whipped caramel and balsamic vanilla permeated the air, bathing both of your taste buds with the delectable flavor as the string finally snapped. Pleasure spread from your core and rushed through your veins as you creamed and pulsed on his throbbing cock.

Tsubaki folded in half due to your unyielding grip, the hard planes of his chest and abdomen pressing into your back through the frilly cotton. Only after your fluttering walls calmed down did he finally slide out. Air hissed between his teeth as you released his still hardened length, and then he gently rolled you on your back. Lowering himself next to you, he then curled around you and combed his long fingers through your tousled hair until you caught your breath.

”Do you think you can take me one more time tonight, love?” Imploring gingerly as he cupped your cheek and thumbed the drool off of your chin while surveying your tired, fucked out expression. But the second you heard his words, your eyes snapped wide open and focused on him completely.

”Mhm, please,” you sighed to him dreamily. Tsubaki’s breath hitched as he bit his lip to retain some self control. Running his warm hands down your thighs, he then took your legs and put them together, placing both ankles on one of his broad shoulders. Wrapping a strong arm around your calves before he gripped your ankles in a large hand, then he lined his tip up to your entrance again before gradually nestling himself deep within your gummy walls.

The backs of your thighs were flush to the cotton, frilly teddy over his abdomen, ass pressed to the hard planes of his hips while his cock twitched deep in your glistening folds. Then, he brought his other arm around your thighs and grabbed the plush flesh in a bruising grip.

Drawing his hips back earned a guttural moan from you, before he thrusted back into you. It wasn’t as slow as before, but not as fast as he was capable of, since he still didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. His cock plunged hard and deep into your sopping cunt just like before, filling the room with lewd squelching. With each powerful thrust, the paperclip-chain laid over your collarbone slid up around your throat before falling back over the delicate bone once more.

”She makes the loveliest music I've ever heard,” he moaned against your ankle as his pace picked up marginally. Your velvety walls pulsed just from his words as his thrusts grew sloppy and stuttered. The grip around your legs grew firmer as his breathing became unsteady, and then your boyfriend released a wanton moan - fanning breath over the sensitive skin as he pressed his open mouth to your ankle. Tsubaki didn’t cum in you, he pulled out and gently laid your legs across the bed, since he planned to cum not on you to be respectful. But when he aimed towards the sheets you immediately sat up and got in his way.

Positioning yourself under him sitting on your folded legs, tongue stuck out just under his tip and eyes pleading to let you catch every last drop of him. He came instantly just from the sight, but before you could swallow he kissed you messily until the two of you fell back onto the bed with you in his arms. He continued kissing you and swirling his cum over your tongue while groaning deeply into your mouth, and didn’t stop until you were absolutely breathless. The second your loving gazes met, after he finally parted from the kiss, both of you devolved into a fit of tired giggles as you cuddled each other for a short reprieve.

Later into the evening, Tsubaki still seemed pent up so you asked him if there was anything you could do, and though he was timid at first, he eventually said yes - if you were willing. Both of you had been dating long enough that you’ve discussed every possibility for your sexual relationship - boundaries, desires, fears - so you both had a lot of toys and things that you bought to be ready, or tried out on your own.

”Are you willing to wear a strap on?” He posed quietly, expression uncertain. Immediately your face lit up and you nodded eagerly, but then your gaze turned shy as a blush crept up to the tips of your ears.

”I’m just not as coordinated though, with my thrusts… I can learn for sure, but I don’t know how good I’ll be tonight,” you conceded, a little embarrassed. Tsubaki laughed gently before explaining in a reassuring tone that you two can work up to that, and he would just like to ride you while you wore the strap on. Excitement flooded your veins at the mental image of your breathtaking lover on top of you like that as you simpered and swiftly agreed.

He helped you put on the harness, and littered kisses along your shoulders along with whispered encouragement the whole time. Then you laid down and lubricated the dildo before he straddled you and oh so slowly lowered himself onto it. You watched in complete awe as his face opened up with pleasure - brows raised, eyes falling shut, mouth dropping open, head hung back with a waterfall of red and black tresses falling around him. The air was punched right out of your lungs at the sight, and was swiftly replaced by the intoxicating mixture of spiced leather and sweet almonds drifting through the room, as Tsubaki’s strong thighs relaxed around your hips.

Gingerly you placed your hands on the tops of his thighs while murmuring praises and compliments up at him. About how incredibly lucky you were to just be here, let alone with him on top of you like this. Your boyfriend looked down at you in surprise from your gentle touch, and then blushed a deeper shade of red with each word uttered as his bouncing became vigorous. Gradually, your hands traveled up his hips to rub tender circles into them with the pads of your thumbs. Finally at his wits end, Tsubaki unraveled on top of you as deep groans and mewls tumbled from his bright red lips.

Which you breathlessly complimented, of course, by telling him that you felt like you were getting close from just watching him. At that, he bent in half and captured your lips, desperately needing you to stop talking lest he lost his mind. He kissed you ravenously until his cock was twitching and pumping a hefty second load up your abdomen and over your tits.

Leaning back, his sky blue eyes traveled up your body - surveying his handiwork - until they landed on your reverent expression. The two of you were locked in a timeless moment of admiring each other as a medley of mouth watering scents emanated from between you. Aromatic, warm, candy-like iris perfumed the air, while smoked cocoa-camphor swirled just underneath the light fragrance. Creamy-balsamic vanilla stagnated in the air thickly, warring for dominance with the sweet-animalic almond which would remain well into the next morning. Finally, time began ticking once again as you broke the silence with your quiet musings.

”I wish I had taken any photos of you,” you murmured remorsefully. Though your lips still turned up in a smile, and an adoring glint showed in your eyes.

Tsubaki sputtered and blushed slightly before he grabbed his long locks and pressed them close to his cheeks as he beamed down at you lovingly. He then sincerely promised that he would pick out the perfect outfit for his photoshoot too, and you grinned right back up at him excitedly.

After cleaning up, the two of you finally got some take out and settled in for a lazy Valentine’s night on the couch with cheesy rom-coms. Tsubaki eventually fell asleep on your shoulder, so you wrapped your arm around him and pulled the blanket over him before falling asleep just like that. He woke up hours later wrapped snugly in your arms, letting him rest peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, and just about sobbed at how precious you were. He readjusted you both so you were facing each other, your forehead pressed to his chest and wrapped in each other’s arms, before he went soundly back to sleep.

The next morning you awoke to the smell of pancakes, and the sight of your boyfriend in the kitchen wearing a white frilly apron with red hearts printed over it. Taking your seat at the table as he placed your plate in front of you as well as a cup of coffee, and then you noticed a small white satin jewelry box on the table with a big red heart stitched into the top.

Peering at it, then at Tsubaki who was smiling serenely and nodding at the box. Gingerly, you picked it up and opened it to reveal a small fancy padlock with both of your initials engraved into it. Eagerly, your head snapped up to look at him in surprise and awe. But he was already grinning at you while holding up a small ornate key, also with your and his initials engraved into it.

“I wanted you to have something from me with you at all times, and you wear that necklace religiously,” he pointed out, gesturing at the paperclip choker around your neck. “I thought it would fit into it easily, and then I have this to match,” he announced as his eyes cut to the key in his hand. “I just need to find the right chain for it to go around my neck,” he murmured as he peered over the table at you lovingly.

Without missing a beat, you rose from the table in excitement and scurried off to the bedroom. He blinked rapidly in shock, but only a moment passed before you returned with a satin box of your own. Funnily enough, it was the inverse of your gift box - bright red with a white heart stitched into the top, and slightly larger than the one Tsubaki gave you. He stared at it wide eyed as you handed it to him.

“Open it, open it!” Chirping as you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet. He opened the lid to reveal an adjustable paperclip choker that matched yours, and then looked at you teary eyed. “I didn’t know what your gift was going to be, but I thought that we should match,” you admitted with a quiet titter and prideful grin.

Wordlessly, he pulled you into his lap before the two of you put your charms on your matching necklaces, and then put them on each other. As you sat in your lover’s lap and enjoyed your post Valentine’s Day breakfast, both of you were downright giddy while eyeing your respective gifts as you shared giggles and loving glances the rest of the day.

Oh yeah, remember all those Valentine’s photos? Eventually he made an album with all your different ‘O’ faces from that day, plus all the ones you’ll let him capture after, and keeps it in his bedside table. You had no idea until after the two of you moved in together, and honestly you couldn’t even be mad because Tsubaki masterfully captured your beauty in every photo. That plus the way he was looking at you as if you were everything to him in every single polaroid still makes your pussy drool and heart flutter years later.

#wind breaker x reader #pernesophe #wind breaker boys x touch starved reader #SP's Headspace

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writella · 1 year ago

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In the Meadow

So I meant to start + post a Daryl fic (and it’s 50% there, I’ll finish it soon!!) but I was just obsessed with Rick and the reader in their little spot in the meadow in Moments Behind His Eyes, and I wanted to write another story in that setting. I was actually trying to keep it ‘porn, no plot’ lol but then I added a bit of plot, one day I’ll try to keep it super short, I promise!! But what I added is fun.. at least I think lol!! You can read it as a prequel to mbhe or not if you don’t want to picture the age gap dynamic that is in this fic, your choice. c:

Rick x fem!reader, age gap relationship (reader is in her 20s), Alexandria era, smut / 18+ (I marked the area with a heart where it starts and then three hearts when it really starts to get serious), oh and one use of the word “daddy.” This is my second fic and I would love to hear some feedback, so please comment or make an ask on my blog about it or about twd, rick, or daryl related things or literally anything about whatever you’d like— you would make my day. ♡

You hate to admit it, but you still felt uncomfortable having sex with Rick at home. It’s ironic how becoming the woman of the house accidentally made you more promiscuous than you ever were before. You were unbuttoning his shirt and he was taking off your pants under the sun, above the grass, in a meadow— a MEADOW, near water, that literally anyone could walk into.

Well, that was not exactly true. In probability it was— you were outside— but in actuality, almost no one visited this slice of heaven you and Rick called your spot.

“Have you been near the meadow today?” Rick, in this variation or another, would ask on occasion. “I saw a pretty little flower growing there this morning.” His smile was sweet, but you knew better. “It was your favorite color,” there was mischief in his eyes as he shrugged nonchalantly, “reminded me of you.��

It was typical that if he added some detail or new observation about the meadow, whether it was made up or not, that he wanted you. Now.

It was exciting, but also reassuring that you had a place like this to call your own. Having a gorgeous house was a luxury you would never take for granted, but Rick’s house was almost like an hq. You were pretty sure Daryl’s spot was in the garage or basement. You didn’t bother asking if that’s what he considered his room, or rooms, or not. Daryl was always welcomed, no questions asked, and no need for him to get self conscious about his ways— you loved him. And you were also pretty sure he slept outside sometimes, just because it’s what felt natural, or on Carol’s sofa, and who knows where else. He didn’t say and no one asked. And as for everyone else, especially those of the pre-Alexandria group, coming by unannounced, asking Rick questions, or sitting for a cup of coffee was common. You guys even had small meetings there. To say the least, this home wasn’t always a private one, and you did like that, that the place you lived in was a safe meeting area for others, but as your relationship with Rick advanced, slowly moving from this unspoken partnership to a more outwardly romantic one, you enjoyed having an area that felt like no one was watching.

You were a little younger than Rick. Maybe a little too much younger if you asked some. It was only a little more than nearing toward a decade into this new world, yet you still had your before brain. If this was then, you knew there would be family members who absolutely would not approve. He was the father of a teenager after all. But now, with your found family, you were one of the leaders in Alexandria. You were even a part of the group before Alexandria. Searching for a home, out in the wild for what felt like well over half a year. Surviving a hardship like that brings people together, shows them their strengths, their resilience. Everyone was an equal. And you pulled your weight more than you ever imagined of yourself, as both a fighter and friend.

It’s part of what made Rick captivated by you. You were strong, and more than capable of holding your own, but so endearingly kind. You weren’t a natural at anything, but a quick learner well enough who always had interesting stories to tell. Only you could make a seemingly basic tale about how you got lost on your way to a concert sound so entertaining. You still had the beauty of the past in you. You loved to read and write and you missed watching movies, but you never minded retelling what you remembered of the plot from one of the groups favorite films to lighten the mood on another sleepless night where you hadn’t found a home yet. And in the day, when it was time to scavenge or kill the walkers on your trails, you were always prepared to do your part as best as you could. Following example of how to use a gun or your knife. Daryl even taught you how to use his bow, and no one touches his bow. But you liked making a special, intimate connection with everyone, so becoming close to each member came naturally to you. It was individual to you and that person of course— your gentleness and lighthearted charm was truly your own— but in a way, they trusted you like they trusted Rick. Without realizing it was this precisely, he felt an unspoken connection to you because of it.

You felt it too. He always gave credit to his group when it was due, never down playing their strengths or intelligence, so hearing a quick compliment about your ‘good work’ or him placing a hand on your shoulder, patting your back, or that one time he called you a ‘sweet girl’ because of the way you knew how to make Carl smile, wasn’t exactly uncommon— well maybe that last one— but nonetheless it doesn’t mean it didn’t touch the deepest parts of your heart every time you heard or felt it.

Honestly, you found it silly how obsessed you were with the littles things about him. You loved his beard, how his hair remained a rich brown, yet his facial hair was a mix of brown and grey and white, and how he looked stunning with any variation of it. You knew you would take him with it at its longest, but even with none at all. And his eyes, those potently colored blue eyes. The ones that had little crinkles that formed around the corners when he smiled, it made you wonder if that meant he smiled a lot before all of this. Those eyes reminded you of the sky and what could be. The future without fear or as close as you could get to it. You were inspired that someone who had taken control and fought against oppressors, didn’t become one himself. He always remains so deeply loving and even vulnerable at times. He could be untrusting, that’s true, but in the end, he was always ready to accept more people into his life or his community if they showed their humanity.

Thinking about the things you loved about Rick made you excited for a future with him, but then there was Carl whom you loved so deeply. It’s not that things were exactly secret, you knew that was true, but you still wondered how aspects of your relationship with him might change when kisses were openly exchanged at the breakfast table, or how it would look to everyone else if you held Rick’s hand more freely when people were around, maybe it a moment where you felt he needed it to remember you were there in times of stress.

Though it’s not like everyone isn’t aware of the fact that Rick doesn’t talk with, or take the advice of, or even argue at times with others the way he does with you. Rick respected his group, but it was no mystery that he respected you in a way you do with a significant other. Not to mention, you lived in his house for god’s sake; you called it ‘home’ when you referenced it.

You kept teetering with your thoughts, you liked your current home dynamic. You got to be Rick’s partner, everyone’s friend, plus you were also Carl’s confidant. You even liked to write him little stories, knowing how much he loved his old comics from your time at the prison. You’d call them ‘comic books but in word form,’ always handing them over to him excitedly.

“Comics have words,” he’d tease, but he always loved reading them, all of ‘em. He was obsessed. What you would call his ‘little emo boy soul’ would constantly ask if you could write something a little darker, but you couldn’t help but make the endings positive. In truth, writing them was an escape for yourself too. This obviously wasn’t the life you expected to live after all. But you also loved the Grimes’ and you couldn’t picture your life without them now. And you loved that ever since you moved to Alexandria and ever since the original clan started moving to their own respective houses, Rick never asked you to leave and Carl continually asked if you were around.

Your care for him danced over the fine line of being protective of him like a guardian, but always, more likely than not, engaging in conversation with him like an older sister. You liked that he trusted you to tell him things that he felt he couldn’t always casually talk to his father about. As endlessly giving as Rick is as a father, he was also a leader living in the aftermath of an apocalypse— he was a busy guy.

Although you give him the benefit of the doubt, your handsome and strong but obviously oblivious man, has yet to realize or at least acknowledge, that his own son has a girlfriend, or whatever Carl and Enid’s relationship was, you didn’t ask too many questions about the actual definition. From your time with Rick before Alexandria, you understood romantic friendships and blurred lines well enough. But you did know Enid’s favorite color, that she knew how to roller skate, and you even helped Carl make her a bracelet from a box of beads one cute little five year old girl in town lent to him.

-♡-

That’s why as you took quick breaths in between kisses, Rick’s tongue quickly peaking in and out of your mouth as your heads moved left to right and back again, he kissed you once more, slowly humming into the kiss, then letting go to ask, “When are we going to do this in our bed?”

Our bed. That’s the first time you heard him call it that.

Sure, the amount of times you’ve tiptoed to Rick’s door has increased as the weeks have gone by, but you still had your own room. As much as you liked how our bed sounds, is it bad that you still liked how things were? All your books were in there. And you liked when he surprised you in your room too.

“I think at this point you know Carl better than anyone, you don’t think he has eyes?”

“I’d say what we have has been undefined, but not discreet,” you reason. You take a beat, “I just want to be respectful.”

“I’m ready for you,” his words are firm and loving. “I don’t think anyone is going to worry. And if they do, they’re going to have to realize they’ve probably noticed all along.” Then a curious smile appears on his face, “And did we ever know how old Abraham was in comparison to Rosita?”

That made you giggle far too much, but it also surprised you and you could tell by the look on his face, it surprised him too. Rick was kind, and he could be smug, and liked to laugh but he wasn’t the joking type, especially about a lost loved one. It’s one of the first times he’s mentioned Abraham in the context of his life, not his death.

“I’m sure Abraham would have thought that was funny too.” You think for a moment, “Something like, ‘there ain’t enough donuts to choose from in this crumbled up box of life to stick your twinkie into. Beggars can’t be choosers. Fuck the plain or get none.’” You guys both share a look of shock and laughter at your terrible impression. Imperfectly derogatory for sure, but not quite the same as the bizarre but surprisingly understandable verbiage of the charismatic guy you used to know. “Rosita is like a strawberry with sprinkles, or a boston creme though. You know, something special; I was just saying whatever came to my head first,” you explain shyly, eyes away, still giggling.

Rick is hysterically speechless, the most confounding look on his face as he tries to process the fact that that pseudo-Abraham phrase came out of your mouth.

“I just didn’t want you to get sad.” Your voice is tender and sincere.

-♡ ♡ ♡-

He nods, acknowledging the gesture, saying softly, “Silly girl,” his thumb and pointer holding your chin. “My pretty girl.” He pecks you, but his lips go in between yours as he does, it feels so deep for something so quick. “My sweet girl.” Another kiss, and that fire builds in your heart again, you’ll never forget the first time he called you that and you’re never getting over how much you love it. “My sweet baby girl,” his voice is sultry, even though he says it low, it sounds thick and sharp opposed to his lips that feel warm and soft, though his beard scratches up against your skin as he kisses you once more, tongue going into your mouth.

When Rick kisses, it feels immersive. He’s the man who always has the right words to say, so when he can’t speak in a moment like this, all of the conviction he would display verbally, comes out orally by way of how his mouth feel against yours, it’s as if it touches every corner.

Closing your eyes as you lean in, it feels like sunbathing: there is a peace at the feeling of brightness and heat as your eyelids lower. It’s just like how everything about being with Rick feels right. You feel embarrassed to admit you might worship the man. You’d give in to anything he gave you.

You were already in his lap, but now your hips move closer to his own until there is no more space. Your knees are bent and your shoes are flat on the ground, helping you grind against him with more control. You push in, up and down, and his hands are on your lower back, nearing your ass helping you go faster.

Rick catches your lips and your tongues twist into one another. Your arms are over his shoulders, they’re straight and you have your hands crossed over the other. As you continue to rock, one of his hands slowly trails up your back, caressing your neck and then he pushes into your hair. It guides your head exactly the way he wants to kiss you, controlling it, every feeling making you moan into his mouth. Heaven really could be a place and it was your spot, in the meadow, where you and Rick loved and touched exactly how you wanted to.

Rick lets go of you completely and pushes his hands to the ground and slides back as best as he can, moving the two of you closer to a tree to support his back. You both push off your shoes, his shirt was discarded long ago, but now you undo his belt and he’s taking off your shirt.

He’s pulling his boxers down, his hardened cock springs up, and you notice a vein on the side, precum at the tip, you were this close to kissing it but then he pulls your underwear over to the left, not taking it off. You don’t question it because he’s quick with his movements, checking how wet you were with his fingers, despite there being an obviously large wet spot on the fabric, and then he pushes himself in, bottoming out immediately.

Your sigh is angelic, and his groan is guttural, it almost makes you moan again.

You rock against him, this time feeling so full and euphoric. You hadn’t had sex in the before time, but there was that one time where you did lose your virginity to a nice guy back at the prison, and then another time a year later when you decided to try again with someone else. It was fun, but meaningless. You didn’t think you’d be the one night stand type, at least not for your first times, but back then you sometimes felt like everyday was your last day, and as much as you always admired Rick, he was heavy in mourning in the early prison days, and you were trying to be a good friend by keeping your distance, talking to him platonically.

Alexandria was different though, you felt a new hope here. And then there were Rick’s more forward gestures, leading you to follow his new energy, and now you think he has probably ruined everyone else for you, not that there would be anyone else. Who else could there be now that Rick called you his?

You started to pump up and back down, bouncing happily. You were always the kind of person that was so worried about everyone else’s feelings, and as much as you smiled it wasn’t all the time that Rick saw you so carefree. So much so in fact you kept switching from bouncing to rocking, not knowing which you liked best, both feeling so good, “you just feel so big,” you admitted, stretching out the syllables, making him groan again.

It amused him too, laughing lightly as he opened his eyes, watching your face tilt, mouth agape, pants and quiet “ahs” coming out of you. Your eyes were closed, you looked as if you were in an amazing, intoxicating place.

He liked that this was a new way he got to know you that other people didn’t. You never admitted it, but he knew now that sometimes you like being on top. It made him chuckle, just watching you do as you pleased. He liked giving you what you wanted, but now he wanted to speed things up.

“Alright,” he said, kissing you quickly, “my turn.” He pulled you off and almost threw you to the ground. You thought nothing of it, all you did was take off your under garments in anticipation.

He was between your legs now, on his knees, staring at the glistening of your folds that was seeping just a bit at the bottom, the hand on your lower stomach, then your tits, noticing you had discarded your bra— you really were becoming dissolute, weren’t you? But really you were just absolutely drunk on Rick. Finally, he noticed your swollen lips and your teeth that softly bit down on your finger, your eyes entranced by the man above you, the sun creating a halo over his messy curls. “You really are my beautiful girl, aren’t you?”

You shook your head bashfully. “And you’re my handsome man.”

“Oh yeah?”

You hum, you meant it sweetly, but it comes out seductively.

He comes closer, “Does that mean you’re going to let me do exactly what I want?”

“Yes, daddy.” The phrase comes out without thinking, your eyes scrunch, your cheeks are roses, your hands cover your face, but Rick has the widest grin, pushing your hands off to meet your eyes.

“Okay,” he nodded curiously, eyes smiling wickedly now. “If that’s how you see it, baby girl.”

Then suddenly, your head was in between his hands, flat on the grass and he pushes in completely, no stopping. You felt entirely split open. There was no mercy here.

He noticed your eyes and nose scrunching up again at all the pain and pleasure. Your breaths kept coming out as quick and harsh pants, then he watched the tension release as he slowed down, moving his cock in and halfway out a bit, rocking his hips into it. Your pants turned into moaning sighs, and then he switched on you. Totally disrupting the system as he quickened up again. Your mouth opened wide. You tried your best not to shout his name, but nonetheless a loud, “Rick!” came out and your face tightened again.

“Let go,” you were squeezing his arms for dear life at this point, but you listened and released him, reaching for his back. His forearms laid on the grass now so you could put your arms over him. His balls were slapping against you as he went hard and deep, kissing your neck until he couldn’t hold in his grunts and moans that fell directly into your ear. The speed became almost unbearable as he said your name and then he came, but even after he did, his stamina never faltered.

He took your bent leg and placed it over his shoulder, and took the liberty to thumb your clit. Tight circles going fast, fast, fast. But he did make sure to slow down the pace, only a little for you, going in and out saying, “Your turn, pretty girl. You gonna be good for me?”

“Yes,” you said desperately.

You two moaned in unison, thrusting up into each other, until Rick changed the position of his thrusts to curl up inside of you. It makes you drop your leg from his shoulder, digging into his back, “Right there.”

“Yeah, there it is,” he felt you close, he smiled knowing he’s got you exactly where you needed it, “You’re a sweet girl, you know that?” He looked at you when he said it but your eyes were closed. His words alone snapped the knot inside of you and took you over the edge. You felt it everywhere as he pumped vastly once again allowing you to ride your high, hand coming to your jaw, starting to lightly cover your neck as you did so, he did it without thinking and then let go.

Once you came down, he pulled out, putting your underwear and bra back on for you and taking his boxers. He laid flat on his back and pulled you over until you were on top of him.

His arms extended over you, you both laid in peaceful silence for a moment until he said your name, making you look up at him. He took one of his hands to fix your disheveled hair, running his fingers through it lightly. Your eyes doting as your fingers trailed his face in return. You really were his sweet, beautiful girl.

“Tonight,” he started, “After I put Judith down, I’m going to open my door and call out for Carl. I’m going to say goodnight to him and then I want you to come and stand with me by the door. Then you say goodnight too.” He was stern in tone, but gentle in sentiment. “It’s time.”

“Okay,” you responded obediently. “You’re right, it’s time.”

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fic #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick grimes x reader smut #twd fanfiction #twd fic #rick twd #smut #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n smut

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dailydegurechaff · 5 months ago

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Sometimes half way through making something I find myself self-conscious about it like "Oh, this is so far diverged from canon. People are gonna hate this. It's cringe, don't post it." And then I remember this is my blog that I can do whatever with and I don't have to be a people-pleaser.

Anyway, Very Very Post-War Degurechaff family tree:

Warning for yapping under the read more.

I think perhaps its more accurate to call this AU instead of headcanon, purely because of how much I'm diverging from a realistic sequence of events. Honestly, it's not meant to be canon compliant, it's meant to be me playing with the characters like dolls lol

So, to start. Ursula is a canon character introduced in the manga chapter 50 and we do see an image of her, but I don't care for it so... fan design it is. Her name is revealed later in manga chapter 81.5 (The second part of the story about Grantz's letters to home). That chapter also introduces Doris and her unnamed mother & father (Ursula's daughter & her son-in-law).

Interestingly, it's mentioned that Doris' father married into the family which means that in order for Doris to have the last name Grantz, both her father and grandfather would've had to have taken their wives' last names. Based of them really.

Grantz also takes his wife's last name because I want him to. Something about it makes sense to me. He's a wifeguy.

I considered passing the Lergen name down too. So it'd be Tanya von Lergen, her husband Warren von Lergen, and their son Theodore von Lergen, but somehow it didn't seem right. So they keep Degurechaff. That doesn't change that Tanya is technically a member of the Lergen family still.

Speaking of the Lergen family, if I allowed myself the indulgence, I would've gone into the extended Lergen family tree but I held off this time. I might update this one day to include them, but for now the main thing to know is Lergen has a married older brother and a niece (younger than Tanya). Also his two parents of course.

I want to also update this with names and designs for Grantz's parents someday too. For now we'll live with the only fan character on this tree being Theodore.

I don't have much to say on Theo because I'm undecided on what I want to do with him (Or even if I want him to exist...). What I will say is that he's definitely at least a year or two younger than Leonie. Yes, their names were specifically chosen to match each other.

He too can make scary faces and say disconcerting things like Tanya, but he gets away with it because he's cute. Yes, Lergen is completely blind to these same traits that he found worrying in Tanya.

#bonus doodle #youjo senki #papa erich au #gratanya #alternate universe #grantz #lergen #im sorry i started rambling and didnt shut up

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vampirepersay · 5 months ago

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The bright light coming from your laptop was the only light keeping your otherwise dark room illuminated you really should have gone to sleep hours ago but who needed sleep when you had dumb memes and cool art to look at on Tumblr, that was until you got that all too familiar notification very low battery

“oh shit “

you mumbled to yourself. Not wanting to get up from your bed you made a deal with yourself.

, “I'll just wait for it to die, then I'll plug it up and go to sleep”

you said to yourself. I should check my notifications you thought, realizing you had a few that had gone unnoticed.

“ deadybear666 reblogged your post”

“wowie this is so cools!!!!” it said, a small smile made its way onto your face. It was a small doodle you had made a few days ago of a zombie cat. You noticed another notification after that “deadybear666 has followed you” You clicked on this person's blog their bio making you laugh quietly to yourself

“Defintleys, nots toki wartooth”

Their blog was full of pictures they had reblogged, mostly of cute animals and stuffed toys, as well as tons of stuff about music, mostly death metal. They seemed to love the band Dethklok, which wasn't all that surprising. They were the most popular band in the world and everyone loved Dethklok.

It was very obvious who their favorite was judging by the countless photos they had reblogged of skwisgaar skwigelf which again made sense the guy was a chick magnet.

Something that you immediately noticed was the fact they never seemed to show their face; you couldn't blame them. You didn't either. Maybe they were just self-conscious about how they looked. Yeah, that was probably it.

you, unfortunately, knew that feeling all too well. You got enough shit about your body in the real world all the time so it was nice to have something that you weren't connected to. People could just see your art and not the person that made it. Was a nice change of things.

It made sense someone else would want something like that too.

After a few minutes of mindless scrolling, you notice their pinned post

“All my frieirds ams dildos if you ams not a dildo pls talks to tos me

With nothing to lose you decided to send them a message.

“Thanks for the follow and reblog!!! You seem cool if you even want to talk feel free to message me!!

After you clicked send as if your computer was taunting you you were met with the black screen of death.

Not to long after that your eyes began to feel heavy and it started to feel impossible to stay awake after fighting the loosening battle for what felt like eternity you began to drift off to the land of dreams.

AN: this is extremely short and I apologize for that I'm trying to set up the plot before there's any real toki x reader content also if toki sounds off I'm sorry I've never written for him before and I'm not too sure how to write his accent just yet.

#metalocalypse #metalocalypse fandom #toki wartooth #toki wartooth x reader #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse x plus size reader #toki wartooth x plus size reader #plus size reader #chubby reader #gender nuetral reader #fan fiction #fanfiction #reader insert

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b1asho · 2 months ago

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Nifty Navigation post!!

In my characteristic fashion, this post is horribly long and poorly put together, but look! I've learned how to use the cut function!! Anyway, this post will probably be a bit helpful for getting around this mess:

As you may have noticed, I have a little worldbuilding thing and this is where I post the stuff I make for it!!

It's called Wreck Hounds, named because all these guys are metaphorically just dogs living in a junkyard.

Through some horrible cosmic coincidence, humanity only managed to meet extraterrestrial life by literally crashing headfirst into them, stranding them all in a pile of their own megastructure rubble with no hope of reaching their old star systems. The present setting is a couple hundred years after this Crash, with 7 species trying to coexist in the limited land that they've managed to make habitable:

-Humans (uhhh, I haven't posted any of them yet... they're there, I promise)

-Rossetians:

-Prectikar:

-Kixeli:

-Cerest: Drecu:

-Cerest: Sundyne:

These are their official info posts, and have the tags on them to get you to any other art i made of them. I'll add other important tags later, such as for names of stuff and characters, but these are the only relevant ones right now :)

-Muttreazik:

Other info:

Here's some maps (serviceable but a little outdated):

While I like adding a pinch of biology and realism, Wreck Hounds is by no means a hard scifi setting. There's powers and brain worms and a buncha other silly stuff that I want to have in there, so keep that in mind.

There are a few other important intelligences hanging around (particularly of the artificially created and evil space radiation consciousness variety) and some other important stuff in general I still have to introduce pbut I'll have to add them to this post when I get to actually making updated info on them!!

But IF you want to look at my deviantart which has ALL of the things I've drawn, including the now horribly outdated stuff going back to when I first started posting to social media, here it is ->

https://www.deviantart.com/blasho

(I'm very self conscious about it though XD)

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things-about-cars-in-posts · 1 year ago

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hmm. conversely, most ADHD car?

(A dab o' context for y'all, this ask came hot off the heels of my most autistic car post, hence the "conversely".)

Well, when I read this, I had nothing. But then I thought about it a little, and suddenly, I continued to have nothing.

But you already know that, dear asker, because you're in the blog's Discord server which I turned to for suggestions. And in fact, you chipped in yourself with not one but two picks, first of which the fifth generation Ford Mustang!

So, pray tell, what brings my elementary school self's favorite car ever ever into this list?

uhh from like a cultural view its an unfocused and hyperactive car with a reputation of not going the way people want (see: crowd meme)

Oh, come on, are we really still not over that stereotype whereby late model Mustangs are owned by people both too eager to show off not to leave a car meet flooring it and too inept to actually keep it under control when they do?

Well, I guess to get over it it'll need to stop being true.

But also, being so much of an exhibitionist as to cause physical pain is not about ADHD at all!

Anyone I invite at my house gets bored to tears with a tour of my every possession...

...but not because I have ADHD!

Actually, you know what? That may really be it now that I think about it. Well, anyway, your submission is funny enough to earn a pass even if we don't see eye to eye on this anyway.

How about your second, though?

alternatively: late '90s to early 2000s tuner Civic, for the same reasons

While he included this picture, he advised to use a worse example, so I took the liberty to present you a historical picture.

I say historical because this picture was the definition of rice, the textbook example. If Wikipedia had a page for "rice (automotive)" it would feature this picture, probably second behind that blue early 90s Civic which in hindsight we were all wrong about and was actually sick.

Did you know this was made by a teenager out of metal? I'm digressing.

Friend of the blog (well, pillar of the blog at this point) @demoness-one agrees and suggests:

Honestly riced out clapped out honda civics did come to mind also But i feel like the car that most represents adhd is probably one that isn't finished lol Abstract concept of a car

But she wasn't the only one to vote for her own cars, as friend of the blog and Saturn SL1 owner @chevyventure posted a simple but effective contribution:

zero executive function between those eyes

Not as simple as friend of the blog @brick-enthusiast's, however, who just posted a Suzuki Cappuccino without comment.

In respect of that approach I will not comment either.

However, it's time to make my pick too, as in the process of writing this post I finally understood the assignment, and thus came up with something.

What's ADHD? As this blog demonstrates, sometimes it's being hyperfocused on something exciting, much to the detriment of things that actually matter in daily life. Sometimes it's said focus earning amazing results that seem disproportionate to one's means. Sometimes it's taking comfort in the routine, in deeply ingrained habits and tradition that still have to constantly be actively enforced as conscious choice. Sometimes it's being darty, shooting from point to point with speed other minds can't even keep up with. Sometimes it's having too much energy to contain. Sometimes it's... being loud? Oh really! I thought I was just being Italian!

And if you've read my 100th post, you'll know a car that fits that description to a T. (And if you haven't, click on here before reading on because you really want to.)

Indeed, what could be a better pick than a car that's stayed the same for nigh on seven decades in its devoted preservation of its ability to dart around like nothing else on the road, a car so perfromance-focused the comfort spec is the one that gets windows, a car not one bit less deafening than legally required? What could be a better pick than the Caterham Seven 620R, the literal world record holder for spinning around in circles?

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And also just look at it.

If you're wondering about the number plate, it was made to celebrate its Lego version - yes indeed!

And if you can believe it, people still gifted me clothes for Christmas.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question: if you liked this post, you might like those - or the blog’s Discord server, linked in the pinned post!

#ford mustang #honda civic #suzuki cappuccino #caterham seven #demoness-one #chevyventure #jettacar #brick-enthusiast #lgbt cars #once again I will use the tag for something that cannot remotely be called a sexuality just because it kind of fits the theme of the series

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chaotic-on-main · 2 years ago

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I love your Unspoken Words series so much! As someone who goes nonverbal from time to time when overwhelmed. This is also why i ask anonymously, I am feeling a bit too much of everything and seeing my name on your blog makes me nervous.

i just really appreciate the whole story and i just love how everyone is so understanding and supportive and nobody demands she „just talk“. Levi taking sign classes had me crying, seriously.

You posted you were open for prompts. It‘s a bit self indulgent, but I would be interested how Reiner (and maybe some others) would react when they either catch you reading smut or randomly grab one your smut books that you annotated. (I am not asking for explicit stuff, just how they would react to you reading that kind of stuff).

Oh my gosh thank you so much for saying so!! 😭 Unspoken Words has definitely been my little baby for a while and I'm really glad I portray nonverbal people to your liking! I am just obsessed with the fact that Levi's love language would be acts of services so putting in that communication barrier really puts light on their interactions instead of words, for the most part lol.

I totally know how it feels to have everything feeling like a little too much, believe me. It's overwhelming, so it's totally okay to stay anon! Though, I am sorry you're feeling like that today. But if you'd like, I'm perfectly happy to have you in my DMs. This will always stay a judgement free zone. 💕

These were really fun to think about! I'm not used to writing most of these characters tho so I'm sorry if my hcs don't line up. 😅

No actual smut is mentioned but there are some suggestive themes!

How AoT Characters React To You Reading Smut:

Reiner ->

oh he is SO shy about it

like he does a double take as he walks by you, all curled up on the couch with it wide open and you're so enraptured you don't even notice

"What are you reading?" he can't keep himself from asking but his face is so flushed and there might be a little stuttering

when you tell him about it, he's doing his best to stand straight and keep a level voice

he's also a little curious though, and will ask something along the lines of "Would you want to try this out sometime?" while he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly

Armin ->

he accidentally finds your collection when he's looking for a specific book

he thumbs through it curiously because he's just like that lol

at first, he's incredibly shocked to see that you're into that kind of stuff

but then he gets a little self-conscious because he worries that he might not be giving you what you want

you have to force it out of him because he's ruminating in silence and when he finally says something, he's all blushy and not looking you in the eye

Jean ->

HE'S SO SMUG ABOUT IT

he grabs it out of your hands and reads out some passages in a teasing manner while you're fighting to get it back

but then he comes across the filthiest thing he's ever read and it shuts him right up, turning into a mess and his words are all jumbled lmao

I also see this man looking over the top of it and is like, "C'mon, we're trying this out right now." and then grabs your hand and pulls you into the bedroom

Hange ->

they are so excited to see that you read these BECAUSE THEY READ THEM TOO.

I imagine they catch you reading it and recognize it right away, going all "OH I'VE READ THAT ONE. What do you think about _____?"

and they start overanalyzing it all out loud while fingering through the pages

it's kind of a mood killer (affectionate) but it's funny to watch them talk about these crazy scenarios and you laugh too because they are quite silly when you think about it

Levi ->

he sneaks up on you one day while you're on the couch reading and he starts reading the page you're on over your shoulder

his sudden voice makes you jump out of your skin and snap the book shut

"Is this how you spend your down time?" not accusatory tho, genuinely curious even though his voice comes out bored lol

he says nothing else as he raises an eyebrow at you then walks away

only when the next time you get down and dirty with him do you realize he must have been looking through your books and seeing what you liked and didn't like from your annotations in the margins

he's a really fast learner

Send me prompts with an AOT character and I'll write a lil something! Fill this 16 hour shift for me, I beg of you. ✌🏻

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mademoisellekalopsia · 2 months ago

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I thought you'd named your A and B characters, but I can't find that info on your blog, now.

That being said, how do A's (the character who initially had a thing for hiccups and gets hiccups regularly, it seems) hiccups differ from B's (the character who was featured as the "victim" of both hiccups and monthly hormones in the last fic)? Which of them has harder hiccups/faster hiccups/more persistent hiccups/more bothersome or mildly painful hiccups? And what is both of their limits on how much they can take hiccuping?

As an aside: Grumpy Corgi character makes me even happier to read about after I was behind a corgi the other day and saw its wide set front legs and narrow set hind legs and as it walked its butt did a little wiggle wiggle. So, I gotta know, does that particular breed trait translate to your KYL character? Cause that would be ridiculously endearing.

(I mean, obviously not a LITERAL translation, but cute wee butt characteristic, maybe. I just found myself giggling as I watched this tiny dog trot in front of me!)

To first tend to the TTWT ask... Changes have been made on that, I suppose reason as to why is because it'll be a small, short collection and the characters previously named are recent creations, embedded in my mind for myself to keep instead. That post was edited under "Then There Were Two." The stated information will still be as is, its just under default A and B until the end.

Pacing Speaking of hiccup pacing, sounds and its aspect, I like to think that A's hiccups (who gets them not so often, perhaps like 2-3 cases a month and depending on the count of induce) are diverse depending on their consciousness and context of the scene they are in. Being in public and with their beloved before confession, they keep it muffled, soft, almost silent in a way trying to suppress and course them alone, albeit their spouse has keen sense of hearing which means attention, and if there's attention on A, it'll escalate.

A lets the hiccups course how it pleases when they are alone, a need for distraction or satisfaction in some moments. Then, when the time of confession up to the present, A's hiccups are more loose and free now, too. No need to restraint. Moreover, it gets deep and hard when they are "gazed" at by their spouse and since said spouse is eventually developing that same kink, A can't help but find it somewhat incredibly hot, contributing what they are emotionally feeling at that specific moment to the case's pacing.

As for B, (one who gets a case once or twice a week) I'll say it is between occasional and persistent pacing depending on the trigger/source. They find it bothersome before, in which they'll just cure it right away out of no appreciation in them, but then considering A's appreciation and fondness of it, they would just let the case course through under their own will, no obligations present. They know when to stop and A truly respects that. Pacing is more at different sequences, mostly audible, y'know just come and go soft and quick ones, hard and brief dragging singles,

Limits I think A, as much as they like inducing or getting a case naturally, would rather pray and hope that the case doesn't last for more than 2 hours. I like to think they dealt a 2 hour bout before (with the beloved having the kink context) satisfying of urges, but it left A both spent and knackered from the on-going sensation of the case.

B, if they happen to have quick successions of pacing, I'm talking double after triple and so on, whether in the beginning or during, they'll have to cure it right away. End of case.

For the KYL Ask… Oh-ho, I mean, it is DEFINITELY so. Again, staying true to their dog breed, Pembroke Welsh Corgis are very much an icon for their signature "badonk," (sorry, not sorry, Sir, but I am giving you that iconic trait), better incorporate that on him.

Grumpy, gorgeous man gets a tad bit self-conscious about it, still learning to love himself more, being both stubby and well-padded, solely and through others who dearly loves him. Like me.

Grumpy Beloved OC: : head down, eyes up, arms crossed, chest puffed, letting out a heavy scoff : Really now?

AH-George! Not in the Bin Box section! I'll call you if someone ask of you a query, understand? Let's go, you gorgeous Pembroke. Thanks so much for the ask, Writer, now if you'll excuse me!

#Ask Reply #KYL Topic #Hiccups Topic #Bin Box Reply #I need my eyes to be blessed by a Pembroke Welsh Corgi right about now #: Creator giving grumpy corgi lots of love :#: Grumpy corgi giving them the “judgmental” bombastic side-eye as he should:#“Pembroke Welsh Corgis having gorgeous wiggly “badonks” and their stubby tails...what ask is this again?”

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toadboatt · 4 months ago

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Tw: mentions suicidal ideation(?), depressing shit, manic ranting??, closeted trans rage i suppose

Just be cautious reading. If youre not in the right headspace, save yourself and dni with this post.

I mentioned this was a messy rant blog, so if youre mad please... dont be? Lol

[I mean this genuinely<3]

Its 3am. I am manic? I have made my hair shorter than ever before and i love it.

However i should be in bed right now. I work tomorrow and im gonna be self conscious about it tomorrow because "oH nO, WhAt iF tHeY noTicE im Tr Ans?!? " but like.... at this moment, i dont care . And its already cut so i cant just glue it back on??? im so depressed and stressed lately, i needed a win but i know tomorrow my tism will kick in and i'll be over thinking how people around me percieve me.. i dont know wht to think or feel or say or do, i just want to go somewhere new and start over without having to tell anyone anything.. im just so over it some times.. plus thinking about how hard it will be for me to get gender affirming care at all just makes me so discouraged and unwell i literally want to stop thinking but i cant. My mind is racing and racing and i cant even keep up meanwhile my body refuses to move.

Im stuck.

Seditary in my own caccoon because i'd rather disapear from the minds and lives of those i love than risk being hated by them. And all i can do is cry and dissasociate and eat. Then sleep with my ex to fix me only to be reminded he sees me as a woman right now. I want everything to just pause.. not end, just pause.

I want to hurt myself, scream, cry as loudly as i can until my problems are magically solved but i also dont have access to anything thatd make this easier for me. I want to exist in a world where no one gives a shit what gender anyone is and we all get to live in a perfect world where i and everyone else could easily get the gemder affirming care needed.

I want to be happy so badly, i want to live to be comfortable in my body and to be percieved as a man in every day life.. but sometimes i think about just pretending again just so i dont disrupt those around me..

Bro no idea what im talking about anymore, im just screaming inside my head and need to vent before i explode.j dont think this rant was as vile as i thought itd be but i also never understand whats too much and whats socially accepted, please dont be a dick to me, i will literally chew my own hand off);

#im screaming #my brain hurts #toad cries out to the void #void stares back emotionless #rant post #personal rant #trans rant #if you read this no you didn’t #also congrats you deserve a medal🏅

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crimsonedquill · 1 year ago

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Hey there! Just gonna pop in and tell you you're doing god's work! 💚💙 And I'm addicted to Tumblr again bc of your blog lmao

If you're still accepting requests, can we have some sweet, loving and deliciously smutty Imelda x f!mc, except MC is self-conscious about her battle scars and Imelda rushing to console her even if she isn't particularly good at it

A Little Love (Imelda Reyes x f!MC)

I keep insisting this totally isn’t an Imelda Reyes stan blog but then I see another Melly request and it’s like who am I kidding lol

I also say this far too often but I really had a ton of fun with this prompt, it might just be my favourite yet. Imelda x feelings is a combo I’ll never not enjoy writing!

(Also, to the lovely anon who requested a sequel to the smutty shower post, I know this doesn’t technically count but I definitely consider it a spiritual successor 😛)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Foul language, heavy smut, discussion of feelings.

MC was lying on her back in the middle of the big four-poster bed when she heard wet footsteps approaching from the adjacent bathroom. She looked up from the book she’d been reading to see Imelda leaning against the doorpost, hair still damp from her shower, wearing nothing but a comfy shirt and a particularly shit-eating grin.

“See anything you like?” MC asked as she returned to her book, her lips forming a smile behind the pages.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” came the retort. “We both know I could get much better.”

“Right. Can’t help but notice you’re standing half-naked in my bedroom, though.”

Imelda left her spot at the door and strode toward the bed, swaying her hips in that especially alluring way she knew MC liked. Sure enough, the girl briefly stole a glance over the cover, though her eyes quickly darted back to the text when the Captain stopped in front of her, hands at her hips. “I do admit you may have certain… redeeming qualities.”

“Uh-huh,” MC said.

“All the studying definitely isn’t one of them, though.” Imelda let herself fall on the bed, plopping her head on MC’s belly. “Fuck’s sake,” she sighed, “You have no idea how horny I am right now.”

MC flipped a page, undisturbed. “So, play with yourself or something.”

“Oh, I just might. I bet you’d love to see me put up a show.” The Slytherin smirked at her, propping herself up on her elbows. “Hey, I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“You dump that stupid book, and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk upright for a week.”

“Merlin,” MC laughed, “never really been one for romance, have you?”

Imelda rolled her eyes. “Okay. How about, “I wish to consummate our love, you stuck-up precious bitch”?”

MC giggled again. As far as love confessions went, this was probably the best she could get from Slytherin’s finest.

“Whad’ya say, though?” Imelda asked, eagerly nuzzling her tummy. “Up for a little girl-on-girl time?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s just so much studying left to do –”

“Fuuuuuuuuck that,” Imelda whined. “Your books always get all of the attention. I think it’s time you gave me some.”

MC smirked. Annoying Imelda Reyes would never not be one of her favourite pastimes. “Someone’s sounding a little needy.”

“Damn right I do. I’m a needy little love sponge. And I need you to soak me.”

All right, that had no business sounding as hot as it did. It probably also didn’t help that she’d been feeling a twitching down in her core since the moment Imelda had appeared in the doorway, practically looking ready to jump her right then and there. Not that she’d ever admit the Slytherin had that effect on her. She wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Imelda lightly caressed her through her sweater, correctly having read her lack of response. MC murmured, adjusting her hips a little. She felt a couple of fingers trying to sneak under the garment and quickly moved her hand to intercept them. “The top stays on.”

Imelda huffed something, too impatient to put up much of a fight. MC knew she had every right to complain. They’d had sex before, but it had never gotten to the point where MC had felt comfortable enough to go completely bare. There had always been stupid reasons, silly excuses, even the occasional argument. But Imelda had never pressed her.

Sometime, they would figure it out together, she decided. For now, however, Imelda seemed content, quickly hooking her fingers into the waistband of her trousers before slipping them over her hips. Her eyes lit up at her find.

“Oh, you lying –” she cursed triumphantly, “you are dripping like a good little bitch.”

Indeed she was. In fact, now that her cunt was exposed to her partner’s gaze, MC felt just how much she was throbbing, folds thick and swollen with desire. Imelda placed her hands in her thighs, slowly forcing them apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. MC was glad the book was hiding most of the dark flush that was suddenly creeping up her cheeks. Not that she doubted for a second that Imelda knew exactly what she was doing; the mischievous smirk as she was drawing small circles around the rim of her achingly hot cunny said as much.

“You want this, don’t you?” the Slytherin teased, bringing up a finger, tip coated in slick. The other brushed ever so closely past her damp folds, causing a shiver to course through MC’s body. She simply nodded, lest her shaky breath would betray just how much she was dying for Imelda’s touch –

Another menacing chuckle, another brush against her tender lips. Fucking hell, there were days when she really wanted to curse Imelda’s proficiency in girl pussy – she knew she could keep this up all day if she wanted to, just edging her until she was a hot mess, begging for release.

“I guess I could give you what you need, but, oh, I don’t know,” Imelda mused. “What’s in it for little old me?”

Of course. Everybody knew Imelda Reyes didn’t do favours. Normally MC wouldn’t be so quick to indulge her, but she was bloody aching and she wanted to get off –

“Please…” she murmured from behind the book.

Imelda traced another circle, chuckling to herself. “I’m sorry, what’s that?”

MC dropped the book to shoot her a glare. “Would you please fuck my pussy alr –”

But the rest of her plea was lost in a powerful moan as her mouth fell open, eyes widening.

Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuu –

It was good. So good. Imelda had plunged two of her fingers inside of her, cutting off her breath and sending her into a delightful fit. She shuddered as the digits dipped past her folds, sliding inside, sliding home.

“Bloody hell, I can tell how much you’ve missed me,” Imelda said, almost in wonder. Merlin, yes, she didn’t even realise how much she had been yearning for the feeling, but all of that didn’t matter now; Imelda had her, she had her now and she wouldn’t stop until MC was screaming her name –

MC whined softly, chest rising, book slipping out of her fingers and landing on the ground with a thud. Imelda smiled up at her, beginning to pump at a slow pace to let her acclimatise to the rhythm. Hell, if only MC realised how much this was turning her on, having her completely at her mercy, dictating every pulse, every twitch, every component of her pleasure. She felt heat beginning to build up between her own legs as she watched the girl writhe and twist on her fingers.

“Such a good, tight pussy,” Imelda cooed. “So fucking wet for me.”

She twisted her fingers, curling them inside of MC so she could reach that special little spot that always made her squirm. As she had predicted, it didn’t take long for her effort to be rewarded with a whimper and a gush of sweet juice spilling from MC’s fleshy curtains.

“That’s it,” she hissed contently. Fuck almighty, she had to get in on this somehow. Without losing pace for even a second, she wrestled her undies down past her knees and climbed on top of MC’s thigh, letting out a groan of relief as her heat was met with some much-needed friction. She began rocking back and forth, wetness spilling out of her, eyes burning lustfully as she fingerbanged MC nice and hard.

MC was beyond words. Her head had fallen to the side, eyes closed, lips mouthing silent curses as she fought back against the rising tide of her orgasm. She didn’t want this to end, fuck, she wanted to feel like this forever, she wanted to be fucked right out her senses, and then she wanted Imelda’s mouth on her until the sun came up and then she wanted oh fuck fuck fuck –

“Come on then, bitch,” Imelda growled between her own gasps, “you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting over my fingers like a sweet little –”

That did it. MC came, clamping down on Imelda’s fingers, a strained cry slipping through her lips as electric waves rippled up from her core. The Slytherin looked on in awe her back arched up from the bed, the sweater slipping back to reveal just a tiny inch of marked flesh – wait, was that…

But then MC collapsed back again. Imelda waited a moment before she withdrew her fingers, the digits making a lewd sloshing sound as a blob of MC’s girly juices trickled from her well-fucked hole. Neither of them spoke as they sat there, air thick with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their breathing. Imelda noticed she she was more preoccupied with her new discovery than the fact that that she hadn’t even achieved her own climax yet. She had never told her about the scars. Why had she never told her about the scars?

As she managed to recover her breath, MC lifted her head to flash her a weak smile. Imelda didn’t return it. Without warning, she suddenly reached for MC’s sweater and gave it a yank, causing the girl to back away from her with a gasp. She drew her knees up to her chest and looked at her, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“When were you planning on telling me?” Imelda asked, sounding betrayed.

MC seemed at a loss of words. She was clearly panicking, stuttering as she frantically searched for an excuse. “Mel, I –”

“‘Cause these aren’t new,” Imelda interrupted, pointing to her stomach. “Is that why you always weasel out when I want to see you? Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“No, Mel, t-that’s not it at all –” MC sighed, casting her eyes down. “Look, I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to do it now –”

Imelda shrugged, crossing her arms. Maybe she should have felt bad for more or less ambushing MC during what was clearly a vulnerable moment, but either way, she wasn’t feeling any hint of shame. “Might as well. Who knows, I could reward you with another fuck when you’re done confessing, since you seem to think that’s all I’m good for.”

MC’s eyes suddenly shot up again, her tone shifting. “Really? You’re not sure you’ve got that backwards?”

Imelda frowned. “Huh?”

“Because that’s exactly the reason I was afraid to tell you,” MC continued. “Look, Mel, I – I think you’re great. I think the sex is great. But I keep wondering if that’s literally all there is to… us. Our relationship. To be honest, most of the time I can’t even tell if you’re in love with me or with my body.”

The words lingered, prickling, stinging. Imelda felt something unpleasant crawling up inside her chest. She wanted to say something, but her mind had trouble stringing together her thoughts. That wasn’t true – she didn’t think of MC that way, did she?

“I didn’t want you to know because –” MC hesitated, but then said firmly, “Because I thought you’d lose interest if you knew.”

Oh, shite. This couldn’t be happening. Imelda squeezed her eyes shut, sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, tried to gather her thoughts. “Fucking hell, MC.”

“You wanted to know. Now you do.” MC sat silently, still holding her knees as she waited for the Slytherin’s response. There was nothing more left to say, no more secrets. Whatever was coming, she would face it.

“I – I don’t –”

Imelda growled, frustrated with herself. She never got tongue-tied, so why was she doing it now? Pull yourself together, Reyes.

“I don’t love your body,” she muttered, before correcting herself. “No, I mean, I do love your body, but I also love you and… fuck, you know what I mean.”

MC was still looking at her, her expression unchanging. She took a deep breath and tried again.

“What I mean to say is – yes, okay, I like sex. Sex is nice, it’s simple. I’ve never cared much for sappiness, the pet names and flowers and holding hands, because you know, there’s always… more. I suppose I just… I’m afraid to get bogged down in stupid shite and commitments I don’t want.”

Hell, that couldn’t have come out crappier even if she had wanted to. She quickly tried to think of something else to say, but then MC suddenly took her hand. “I understand.”

Imelda looked at her, confused. “You do?”

“Of course. Merlin, I was surprised when you took an interest in me in the first place. The great Imelda Reyes, stooping to the level of such a measly peasant –”

“Oh, fuck you.”

MC chuckled. “But, you know, it’s all right. I never expected you to ask for my hand in marriage. You have your life, and I have mine. Though, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t get a little… intimate when we have each other to ourselves.”

Her thumb lightly stroked Imelda’s hand, the simple gesture doing more to excite her than she’d ever expected. She suddenly realised they were both still bare past their navels, her pussy immediately throbbing at the thought.

The expression on MC’s face bore something soft, something tender. It was as if Imelda only now realised how utterly beautiful she was. She swiftly moved in at her own volition, and just like that their lips were moving together, tongues meeting in a delicious kiss. Imelda slipped a hand underneath MC’s sweater, lips curling at her being rewarded with a soft moan. She spent a few moments palming the naked flesh before moving in with her other hand. MC shivered as she was relieved of the garment, though she wasn’t afraid – not anymore.

Imelda cooed with delight as she drank in MC’s naked torso; the embroidery of scars etched into her abdomen and arms, and then her breasts, beautiful curves ending into pink nipples. She didn’t know what all the fuss had been about, MC looked fucking hot. She was barely able to contain herself as she bent over and pressed her face between MC’s tits, devouring them with a ravenous hunger. The girl threw her head back, whimpering as Imelda kissed and suckled on the tender flesh, taking one of her nipples between her teeth to tug at it.

The sounds MC was making shattered the last of her resolve. That was it, she had to feel her. Quickly pulling back to throw off her own shirt, Imelda rushed to return to MC’s warmth, letting out a relieved groan as their tits started rubbing together, bodies slick with sweat.

“So pretty,” she gasped, “so fucking pretty,”

MC smiled at her, bringing a hand around to pull her down into another feverish kiss. She brought up her hips, essentially locking Imelda in place as they continued rutting in their sweet embrace. It was pretty damn perfect. As she moved, Imelda imagined she could even slide into her own release if they kept going like this, though then her lust-fuelled mind conceived of a better idea.

Wrestling herself free, she sat upright as MC looked at her with questioning eyes. “Patience,” she smirked as she seized MC’s legs and started repositioning herself. It took her a while to find a satisfying configuration, but eventually she managed to bring herself into a good position, her aching cunt just inches away from MC’s.

A sigh of relief fell from her lips as their slick cores finally came together. She quickly started scissoring, their folds producing a series of increasingly wet sounds as they rubbed against each other. They quickly mixed with the moans and whines from the two girls, joining as one in their experience of nothing but pure bodily ecstasy.

Imelda was seeing stars. She’d always loved physicality, whether it was punishing her body during a Quidditch match or rubbing one out when she was feeling needy. This, however, this felt… amazing. It was as if she was experiencing MC in a whole new realm of pleasure, feeling everything from her frantic breath to the muscles moving underneath her damp skin to her clit brushing against her own –

As much as she had resisted the idea, she had to admit that making love did seem to have some benefits.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly loud cry from MC. “M-Melly,” she whimpered, “c-close…”

Imelda, too, sensed her own climax approaching, waves of heat welling up from the place where they connected through their slick.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Come for me…”

It took just a few more ruts for MC to crash over the edge; her own release followed suit, arriving in a paralysing surge of pure pleasure that had her choke back a loud roar. She collapsed on top of MC, letting her head fall in the crook of her neck. MC held her close, whispering soothing words to her as she trembled with aftershocks.

After they had recovered from their respective mind-shattering orgasms, they settled into a spooning position, MC wrapping herself in Imelda’s embrace. They lay silently for a while, until MC spoke up: “So… how was that for you?”

“Still weird as hell, I’ll admit,” Imelda replied. “But I think I’m coming around.”

MC chuckled. “As long as we aren’t discussing feelings, clearly.”

“Hey, I was making an honest effort there, bitch.”

“I know.” MC turned to kiss her on the lips. “I love you, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Imelda wrapped an arm around her, pulling her bare frame closer against her own. “Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired.”

Closing her eyes, MC prepared herself for her venture into nightly depths, enjoying the feeling of Imelda’s warm body. She’d surely have thought the Slytherin was fast asleep the moment she had gone silent, but then came Imelda’s voice: “MC?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

#hogwarts legacy #imelda reyes #imelda reyes x mc #imelda reyes x f!mc #imelda reyes smut

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barbwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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I know you get a lot of Sergei love, but I just really wanted to add my own to the pile. I think I've been following you and playing the demo from the start, and hadn't even thought of him as an RO cause he wasn't presented that way. But then the asks started up and you mentioned considering adding a route for him and I got so excited.

I'm 40, you see, and while it's very fun creating a cute 20 something stray and getting to run around in their shoes, the younger ROs don't resonate as much with me personally cause old. They're all adorable and i love them so much (so so much!), but romancing Sergei just added so much more immersion for me. You did an amazing job writing a route that I wasn't sure would work with his trauma, but it's beautiful and messy and perfect and so very human. And very respectful of his experiences.

I'm babbling and i know it but you're a lovely person who deserves to feel more confident in your writing, so i wanted to tell you how much it means to me and to let you know that you have already had more reach than perhaps you realized.

You're good at this and you deserve success. Don't worry about responding unless you really want to, I'm on anon cause I'm hella shy so there's zero pressure. Plus I'm probably being weird idk, I just thought you might need to hear some of this.

(Oh yeah! Side note! And btw you can totally use renpy to make text only games if you don't wanna deal with sprites. It's a little more involved than twine to learn, but it's very stable and has a wonderful and helpful community. I'm so glad you're giving it a shot!)

Thank you so much for sending this message, anon. I know I've been posting a lot of silly stuff recently, but it's really nice to get such positive and genuine feedback. I'm really glad you like Sergi. As an older character, he does bring something quite special and unique to the table, which is a big part of the reason why I decided to go ahead and make him an RO. It's really great knowing that he feels genuine to you, especially with the trauma he experiences in the story.

Also, thanks so much for being here and supporting my writing. I am still self conscious about my writing but sharing Blood Moon both here and on the forum has been a HUGE step for me and has made me feel way better both about my writing, and about myself. Back in 2020, if someone had told me I'd be publishing a massive Choicescript game, plus running a tumblr blog, and a KoFi account in a couple of years, I would not have believed them. It's been amazing. I hope I can keep learning and growing this way for years.

Also! Yeah! I noticed there is a way to make ren'py display as something closer to a novel rather than a visual novel. I'm really excited to play around with that more. I think ren'py is a really good tool and I love how functional things like the load/save function is (which seems silly, but coming out of Choicescript, that's a huge plus). I'm really hoping I have time to explore more with it this year and maybe write another couple of short games to share.

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gotta-hug-em-all · 11 months ago

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The end? or the beginning?

Hiya cuties! I’m uh… not used to writing in this sorta way, I usually post on other websites, but this one is kinda too long to put anywhere else. So you’re stuck with me blogging it instead! Hope that’s ok with all the fine residents of Rotomblr! Just some background, I can’t keep Pokemon because I didn’t pass the really easy yearly “are you smart enough to raise Pokemon '' competency exam. Like ya know, the one that like 99.9% of people pass? So I’ve been going around collecting hugs instead of Pokemon. Gym leaders each give me a challenge to do so I can hug their Pokemon, and today I did the final gym, Drayden’s. His was pretty simple: slay three dragons. More specifically, beat his three dragon type Pokemon in battle. So that’s what I was doing! I’m gonna be like really dramatic about it cuz that’s fun, but I promise I’m not making anything up. This is Jace Embrace letting you in to see his (very large sized) heart. Aaaanyways, without further ado, here’s the story of how I beat Drayden!

So it all started with a waiver. Standard stuff really, most of the time the stuff I do for fun is really dangerous, so you gotta sign away your right to like do stuff if you get hurt and stuff, but this one was like… way different. The agreement that the other person is trying to hurt you kinda makes it go to a whole nother level. I’d prefer if I didn’t die, after all, but also if I go out fighting a dragon type in my knight outfit, I guess that’d be a pretty fun way to go. This waiver was like at least 30 pages longer than all the other ones I’ve signed before. It’s that kinda anxiety I live for, the kind that makes me scared, the kind that makes me want to run away. Not running away is the best part. Standing my ground and telling myself I can do something even if my subconscious tells me I shouldn’t. Being the master of my own subconscious makes it all worth it. The only thing that brought me conscious resistance was the understanding that my friends, boyfriend, and Frank (A love variant Solosis I created on accident/on purpose) would miss me if I were gone. But I think just like people who go climbing and caving, they accepted that my hobby was dangerous, and supported me despite that baggage. Honestly… I can’t thank them enough for that. It’s been nice to have that off my shoulders, even if there was a time where it dragged me down so much I almost turned into someone I hated. But all that’s behind me by a lot now, I’m a new man (new femboy? Is that a saying people use?) now, and I couldn’t love myself more. Rough around the edges a bit, but hopefully that changes. I’m pretty damn hopeful it will, especially after the events of this story. Oh shit I got off track again, so I signed that waiver. It's so ironic that I feel the most alive when I put my life on the line, but I’ve found happiness in it.

The countdown rushed by, Drayden sent out his Fraxure first, I guess he was doing this gym leader style. I felt pretty confident about this, which for reasons I’ll get into later, was stupid. But that’s ok, stupid isn’t a dealbreaker, just an issue to work around. So I charged into combat, and of course this did not go super well. I am a human. Humans don’t have super special magic powers, they have super normal mundane powers, like calculus. I don’t know calculus and even if I did I don’t think it’d help me fight a dragon type. Anyways, I started getting my ass absolutely kicked, like so hard, like it hurt a lot. I tried to like… unlock my inner anime self, but obviously that doesn’t exist in real life so I kinda just looked like a dude shouting at a Fraxure while getting his ass beat first. Drayden wasn’t even giving commands, just sorta letting it fight like a Pokemon in the wild. I ended up getting knocked to the ground several times.

Drayden honestly trains his Pokemon well, the rule was that I wasn’t allowed to faint, otherwise I’d lose the battle. Kinda like a normal Pokemon battle. He definitely trained it well cause I didn’t die, and it was definitely being soft. I think the goal was to get me to quit. After a few minutes of getting roughed up, I stumbled back, clutching my sword arm, which had been heavily wounded in the process. My sword was all the way across the room, and between it and me was the Fraxure. For the first time in the whole fight, Drayden barked out a command.

“Finish him. Dragon Tail.” There was nothing I could do. Simply put. It was faster than me, stronger than me, it had more stamina than me, even my tiny-ass brain could put that together. I was fucked. I didn’t run though. I never run. I stood my ground, holding up both arms, gritting my teeth as the movement brought stabs of pain to me. What was coming for me would hurt, I knew that, so I braced for that pain. As the Fraxure charged me at full speed, I heard a voice, but not with my ears, with my brain. It spoke loudly, with a deep and monotone voice, almost like a robot. “{Anomaly. On. Your. Six.}”

Before I could even look behind me, there was a burst of force I felt on my back. Not enough to move me, but enough to feel it. The Fraxure in front of me seemed to hit an invisible wall inches before its attack made contact, dropping to the ground, fainted. I gasped, shocked that I was still conscious. As I looked behind myself, Drayden returned his Fraxure to his pokeball. Behind me was a rather large Sigilyph, its patterns looked strange, its markings having much more complexity than what I was used to seeing on my adventures. Yet… it looked familiar to me. “{Anomaly I am… rather I was… the Keeper. I sense you do not recognize me. It has been 8 months since I last met with you face to face. I now wish to fight alongside you. I await a new purpose. To fight alongside you like the knights and Sigilyph of old. Let me aid you in combat. Now, and until we part.}” Not gonna lie. I kinda cried a lot. But I had to keep fighting. I ran up and hugged it, gasping in pain of course, my right arm was still injured. After a short hug, I stepped back. Suddenly, the Sigilyph’s eye began to glow a soft purple as I felt the pain in my arm fade away. It was definitely still wounded, I still couldn’t move it right, but at least it didn’t hurt. I looked behind me, back at Drayden. He gave me a smile under his white beard. What a GILF. I still don’t know if he knew this would happen, oh well.

Drayden threw out his second pokeball, letting out a hearty chuckle as a Druddigon appeared. I figured I should give a name to my first ever pokemon “I guess this is where the real battle starts. I’m gonna start calling you Squire, is that ok?” the Sigilyph responded “{Your wish is my command. You are right handed. For now, you will be left handed. Fight with your left arm as your right is wounded.}” Its eye began to glow again, and I could feel a weird sensation in my hands and head. Squire didn’t explain until later that handedness is determined by both genetics and the way the brain develops. He couldn’t change the way my body was genetically routed, but he could subtly rewrite my mind to make me temporarily ambidextrous, turning all my (admittedly low) sword muscle memory into muscle memory for a mirrored stance. I don’t quite understand it all, but I understand it enough to know it works. This weird feeling didn’t last long, and I was quickly snapped out of it by Drayden giving a command to his Druddigon.

“Druddigon, Revenge.” He ordered the pokemon, which caused it to charge me with brutal intent. From Squire, I once again heard his voice in my head “{Anomaly, I am casting the protective seal of reflection and the protective screen of light.}” Its patterns began to glow and shake, and two different translucent layers of energy surrounded me, as if to serve as a miniature forcefield clinging to my skin. I took up a defensive stance, knowing I still couldn’t dodge this attack either. It hit me with an all things considered quite forceful shoulder check, and I was sent flying across the battle arena. We weren’t using the two dragons for obvious reasons, so instead we were using a flat arena so I didn’t accidentally fall to my death. As I flew, I realized something. I wasn’t actually hurt all too bad. None of me felt broken, just a few cuts here and there. Time seemed to slow down as my mind was driven into overdrive. I heard Squire’s voice in my head once more. “{I have taken the liberty of temporarily increasing the speed at which your brain functions. I will also cast the seal of the tailwind to allow you to move faster so your body moves at the speed your mind thinks. This is how the knights of Relic Castle once fought. Fight with bravery and purity of heart. I will serve as your spotter.}”

My movement sped up once more as it beat its wings, causing a magical wind to press my body to move faster, catching up with my sped up mind. I was able to grab ahold of one of the rafters of the arena, slowing the impact and hanging from above. “Follow him, Night Slash” Drayden shouted at his Druddigon, which flapped its wings and began pursuit. It would normally be way faster than me, but with Squires assistance, I now fought with it on an even playing field. I still needed my sword, and I knew just how I’d get to it.

As the Druddigon flew into the air, I swung myself down from the rafters, landing feet first on its head, moving far faster than it expected. Its guard wasn’t up yet, so I was able to kick it in the snout with both my metal armored boots. Using its face as a springboard, I jumped off of it in the direction of my sword, the Tailwind carrying me until I was very close. I ran up and as I leaned down to snatch the sword, I felt a subtle suggestion in the back of my mind telling me to do a flip. So I did a flip, grabbing the sword in my left hand as I did. I’m glad I heeded the advice of the suggestion, since doing the flip allowed me to see what was behind me: a full speed charging Druddigon with a claw wrapped in darkness aimed directly at me.

In midair I raised my sword to parry the claw, in a movement the felt familiar but I knew I had never used. It was around this point I realized Squire wasn’t just watching me, he was helping me, teaching me moves on the spot I had never learned, giving me muscle memory that I’d never had before. The human body was versatile, I had never really thought about it much, but with Squire’s help covering for my statistical weaknesses I was able to employ these techniques, techniques used by knights of old, stored in the Sigilyph’s memory to help people like me fight. No wonder he followed me for so long. I had accidentally unearthed an ancient tradition that he was purpose-built to serve. His mental assistance was clearing up the brain fog that my ADHD caused, making it easier to enter the flow state. I could think clearer, coming to these realizations in the split seconds before the Druddigon struck at me. My sword parried the blow effortlessly, transferring the energy of the slash into the ground instead of my face, causing the Druddigon to let out a roar as it smashed its claw on the metal ground, making sparks fly.

“Dragon Tail.” Drayden barked orders at the Druddigon as I looked down at my sword. I was expecting the sword to be heavily damaged, but whatever protective barrier that Squire applied to me also had enveloped the sword, also strengthening its durability. Before the Druddigon could begin his attack, I began mine. I charged it with the tip of my sword pointed at it, unleashing a flurry of whirling slashes and stabs. From here on, I fell into a rhythm, my body almost moving on its own as I fought with my mind in tandem with Squire, using both its view and my view, a third person view and a first person view, an experienced mind and a brave mind. The Druddigon had thick hide that allowed it to shrug off most attacks, but by aiming for weak points and getting it to slam into walls, I eventually brought it down.

Drayden sent out his final Pokemon, his Haxorous. This was his ace, I did do a little bit of research before the fight (watching one mewtube video that I fell asleep right before the midway point of), but Squire was bringing the knowledge of that video that I had passively absorbed to the forefront of my mind. I knew he would try to have it set up with Dragon Dance, then strike at me with Dragon Tail until it won. I could win if I didn’t allow it space to set up, so that’s exactly what I did.

The rest of the fight was a blur as I sunk into tactics, once again entering a trancelike state as I was assisted by Squire. Before I fully realized what was going on, I brought the Haxorus to the ground, finishing the fight by smashing the pommel of my sword into its head hard enough to knock it out. By now my sword, despite its increased durability, was heavily damaged, so I quickly sheathed it and bowed to Drayden in true fashionable Jace style. “Good fight! I had a lot of fu- oop…” I said as I suddenly felt all the strength drain from my body, causing me to fall to the ground. “{As a downside to increasing your speed and mental capacity… battles such as these will be very physically taxing on your mind and body. A good night’s rest will do you good, but for now just sit and take a breather.}”

I laid there for a few minutes as Drayden approached me, withdrawing his Haxorus. Once I felt I was physically able, I sat up and reached a hand towards Drayden, which he knelt down to shake before picking me up like a baby and taking me to a bench for me to sit down on. “You fought well.” His normally ever-present glare had softened a bit, making him seem almost like a grandfather. “I will allow you to hug my Pokemon now, and I will grant you this badge. It’s not the normal badge we give, you will have to return and fight me in a Pokemon vs. Pokemon battle for that, but it is a badge. The Opelucid badge of honor. I don’t normally give these out to just any person who enters my gym, but you have shown outstanding courage, determination, and most importantly of all, kindness. You’ve made friends along the way in your journey and fostered relationships that will last you a lifetime should you cultivate them with great care. Your optimistic personality is admirable as well, for you shine as a light in other people’s darkness, although you might want to make sure that your light is not blinding, even legends have flaws and I urge you to keep that in mind as you continue your journey across Unova. Lastly… I’ll get to my point in all this. You have two Pokemon that would call you their master if you had the means to have them join your party. One of them is here, the other you have sent off to stay with someone else. Both of these could only exist in the way they do because of your love. I believe if you were allowed to raise them, you would do so far better than most trainers. I cannot change the current establishment to allow for people like you to prove yourselves, but I do intend to fund a project for people like you who struggled in school to get the help they need. Your story has taught me something valuable: sometimes all someone needs to be great is a little help here and there. I’m going to appeal to the league and ask that they give you a two month temporary license. I trust during this time you will study hard for your next exam. I believe in your ability to succeed this time. Keep your head held high Jace, I hope that one day you surpass me in strength.”

The rest of the day was a blur. There’s plans for me to get a whole ceremony celebrating my accomplishments and stuff. I won’t complain but I think it’s a bit much for little ol me… I plan to study hard like Drayden said. Squire has already agreed to help me, and I have convinced him to start calling me “Jace” or “Knight” instead of “Anomaly” so that’s cool. I look forward to my future. I might’ve failed my trainers license exam 9 times in a row, but I wasn’t built different back then. When I was on the journey back to the hotel room I was staying in with my boyfriend, we were talking about the trainer license exam. The conversation went a little something like this:

“Do you think you can learn enough to pass in two months? It’s been a while since you’ve been to school.”

“If I were to take the whole exam in one sitting… it might be a little tough.”

“Would you fail?”

“Nah, I’d pass.”

#unreality #pokemon #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl #pkmn irl

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