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ones-g · 8 months ago

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Tense?

Dom!Caitlyn Kiramman x F!Reader.

Warning: Sex Public!, sex toy!, Curses.A bit soft at first!

Summary: Your girlfriend is stressed out from her exhausting job as an executive in the eye of the nation. You decide to handle the situation by surprising her in her office. A little break never hurts anyone, right?

—Uh no... Jayce listen I have plans today, leave the package at the front door okay?... Ok bye!— Your voice sounded hurried, somewhat calm and without ups and downs when answering a recent call from your childhood friend (it was already your habit to roll your eyes when hearing his voice).

The reason for your way of rushing things was simple, Caitlyn, your girlfriend, had spent days in her office looking for some useful trace to find and corner the most wanted criminal in the nation. Nothing made her leave her office. At first you gave her space, but the days passed, being incommunicado was overwhelming, of course you knew how important her work was, but you also knew how important her mental health and needs.

So you took your car and determinedly began to drive to where she was, her office and unit. It was clear that it was going to be a surprise, Cait rarely allowed you to visit her at her workplace, it was not to hide something from you (like a deception or something) she just thought that that place was not the best to see each other, there were tense situations, the atmosphere was heavy and believe, she hates criminals who dared to speak to you or make rude comments towards you while they were waiting to be thrown into the dungeons.

For those reasons and others you decided to keep your visit a secret, you had access to her office even if she wasn't there, you are HER woman, she made that clear in a thousand ways (yes, imagine that). You bit your lip as you looked down, seeing again the clothes you chose for the occasion. A simple and perfect black office skirt with a silk shirt (a gift from Caitlyn), a pair of black and formal high platform heels. But beneath this disguise of "decent and attentive girlfriend" was the true intention. Your new lingerie covered your intimate parts and Caitlyn adored them. Since she was absent, she couldn't properly enjoy how that detailed lingerie looked on your body. ¡Dammit! You wanted so much to see her expression when she saw you in the outfit.

After an eternity you finally arrived at the district parking lot. A couple of guards recognized you and immediately bowed their heads in greeting, maintaining respect. You sighed, somewhat nervous and super anxious. The doors opened for you, the secretary looked at you with a smile, she looked so tired. You murmured a cordial greeting and walked to the elevators, being alone you decided to apply more lipstick on your lips, touch up your hair in front of the elevator mirror and unbutton only two buttons on your shirt.

—Perfect...— You whispered looking from head to toe, the elevator door opened revealing the floor where the Kiramman heiress' office was located.

In front of his office, you hesitated whether to knock or just walk by as if nothing had happened. Of course, you opted for the second option.

—Get out— Your girlfriend's intimidating‐hoarse voice exploded in your ears. Caitlyn didn't even lift her head to see who it was, she just "subtly" asked him to go away.

—Are you kicking me out without even saying hello? - You responded, closing the office door, leaning your back against it while still smiling at the taller woman.

Her head snapped up as she recognized your voice, her hand resting on the top of her head slamming down on her desk. Caitlyn opened her mouth but didn't say a word, though the smile growing on her face at the sight of you couldn't be ignored. "What are you doing here..?." She whispered, getting up from her large chair and walking towards you in disbelief.

—You know, I came to see how you were doing—you answered, looking around her office, the papers scattered all over the place, the dust and the little light that filtered through the closed curtains left signs that the place had not been tidy since Caitlyn decided to stay.

The blue haired girl raised an eyebrow, her uniform shirt was rolled up to her elbow, her hair was parted in the middle and tied in a ponytail, her tired and almost dead eyes due to the black bags hanging from them were impossible to miss. —Is it wrong that I think you're hot when I see you like this?— you asked placing your arms on her shoulders, Caitlyn instead held your waist, laughing at what was said.

—I'm so glad you're here... sorry for not spending time with you— She apologized, resting her forehead against yours, feeling the warmth of her body again was something that made you happy, you didn't want to separate from her.

—You don't have to apologize for anything— you replied, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. —Did you miss me? — you asked, looking her straight in the eyes, with a certain mischievous glint in them.

—I think about you every day—She whispered with his face buried in his lover's neck, inhaling her fresh and addictive scent. —I think about what you do when you wake up alone in our bed... I think about wanting to hug you and never let go, I think about kissing you as soon as you open your eyes... I miss being present in the house so much, darling— She whispered with a hint of guilt in his voice.

—Maybe you should stop talking and kiss me more...—

—Maybe you should sit on my lap and be quiet...— She murmured, his thumb tracing the shape of your lip, adoring it. "Maybe" You grimaced, your already dilated pupils exposing the level of lust you had at this moment. Caitlyn smiled arrogantly.

—Huh... it's new ? I remember breaking the old one— She recalled running his hand along the strap of your provocative bra, his eyes fixed on your breasts.

"Don't even think about breaking it," you threatened. Caitlyn stepped back with her hands in the air. —I'm not promising anything—

She rolled his eyes and moved closer again. "If I have to rip your panties off to silence your moans I will do it without hesitation..." She whispered against your ear, his hot breath making your skin crawl. —Let me spoil each other, okay baby?—

Caitlyn smirks as she feels your body trembling under her touch, your moans muffled by her hand over your mouth. She loves seeing you like this - helpless and desperate for her.

"Shhh, keep it down," she whispers sternly, even as her fingers continue their relentless assault on your sensitive folds. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear what a needy little slut you are for me, would we?"

Her words drip with condescension and you feel a shameful thrill run through you at being put in your place like this. Caitlyn is in complete control and you are utterly at her mercy.

She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she murmurs, "You're mine. My pretty little fucktoy to use however I want. And right now, I want to make you cum so hard you forget your own name."

To punctuate her point, Caitlyn curls her fingers just right, hitting that special spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your hips buck involuntarily as you let out a strangled gasp, barely stifled by her palm.

She chuckles darkly, clearly reveling in your predicament. "That's it, take it like a good girl. Cum for me"

Her commanding tone brooks no argument. With a keening whimper, your body obeys, clenching tight around Caitlyn's fingers as an intense orgasm crashes over you. She works you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you collapse back against the desk, boneless and spent.

Caitlyn slowly withdraws her hand, bringing her slick fingers to her lips to lick them clean with a satisfied hum. "Mmm, you taste divine. I could do this all day..."

Caitlyn takes a moment to admire the sight before her - you sprawled out on her desk, chest heaving and skin flushed with post-orgasmic bliss. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she leans down to whisper in your ear.

"But we're not done yet, sweetheart. That was just the warm-up."

Caitlyn hums approvingly at the sight of your glistening folds, already swollen and sensitive from your recent climax. She runs a finger teasingly along your slit, collecting the slick arousal there before bringing it to her mouth to taste.

"Fuck...," she purrs, eyes dark with lust. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day and never get tired of it."

True to her word, Caitlyn settles between your legs, pushing your thighs further apart to give herself better access. She starts slow, lapping at your entrance with long, broad strokes of her tongue before focusing her attention on your clit.

The feeling is almost too much, your nerves still raw from your previous orgasm. You squirm and whimper under her ministrations, your hands fisting in her hair.

Caitlyn just chuckles against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. She redoubles her efforts, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks, determined to work you up into a frenzy once more.

You can feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in your belly as Caitlyn drives you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you think you can't take any more, she pulls back, leaving you aching and empty.

She grins up at you, her lips and chin glistening with your juices. "Not yet, baby. We have all afternoon and I plan to make the most of it."

"Look at you," she murmurs huskily, "So desperate for me, so needy. I love seeing you like this. Completely at my mercy."

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby. Nice and slow, until you're begging me for release. And then I'm going to do it all over again."

She turns to one of her drawers, finding a damn vibrator

Caitlyn returns with the vibrator, switching it on to a low hum. She trails it teasingly along your inner thigh, the buzzing sensation making your skin tingle and jump.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," she commands, her voice low and rough with desire. You comply eagerly, opening yourself up to her completely.

She rewards you by dragging the tip of the toy along your slick folds, circling your clit before plunging it deep inside you. Your back arches off the desk at the sudden intrusion, a choked moan escaping your lips.

Caitlyn sets a slow, deliberate pace, withdrawing the vibrator almost completely before thrusting it back in. Each stroke brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, stoking the fire building in your core.

Her free hand comes up to play with your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear, pushing you closer to the edge with every passing second.

Just as you're about to tumble over, Caitlyn cruelly pulls the vibrator out, leaving you empty and aching. She flips the switch to a higher setting and presses it firmly against your clit, the intense vibrations making you see stars.

"Look at you, so desperate for me. So hungry for my touch." She grinds the toy against you, her other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

Her words are your undoing. With a sharp cry, your orgasm crashes over you, your vision whiting out as ecstasy consumes you. Caitlyn works you through it, the vibrator never stilling until the last aftershock passes.

Finally, she turns the toy off and sets it aside, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, the flavor heady and intoxicating.

Caitlyn pulls back from the kiss, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. She takes a moment to admire the sight before her - you sprawled out on her desk, chest heaving and skin flushed with post-orgasmic bliss.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come for me," she murmurs, trailing her fingers lightly over your trembling body. "I could watch you fall apart over and over again."

She sits back in her chair, spreading her legs wide in clear invitation. —Come here beautiful... use that little mouth—

#caitlyn kiramman x reader #Caitlyn Kiramman #Arcane #arcane2 #lol #league of legends #caitlyn they could never make me hate you #vi x caitlyn

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localvillagecryptid · 1 month ago

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AU where at some point in canon, it's revealed that the System is, in fact, a person. Not just any person: a Green JJ fangirl. And not just in a "has or had a physical body" way, but like someone who died and BECAME the system or part of it. Like a weird post-death recruitment into the cosmic illuminati. Shen yuan and Shang qinghua have in fact been arguing with a sapient former human who does, in fact, have the option to be less of a dick but is actively choosing to be this way for Plot Reasons (aka shipping content + she gets a raise for each successful story made).

This is revealed when she slips up in some of her messages to them and breaks character a few times. When she tells shen yuan to "just fuck him already, dammit," accompanied by a handful of other swears, shen yuan is horrified to realize he recognizes her writing style. The system used to be another PIDW regular that cucumber did NOT get along with, because unlike his "totally legit and fair" criticism, miss danmei fan complained primarily that the story would be better if binghe (and basically the entire cast) were gay (amongst other things). Shen yuan simply HAD to take up arms against such a RIDICULOUS notion, not knowing that miss green jj had clocked him AND airplane from miles away and had sniffed out the fact that aside from PIDW being meant as a cash grab, airplane was also just a total coward who wasn't brave enough to make it a danmei the way that he'd initially intended. He was originally going to post it on the danmei site, but chickened out and made it straight instead. Hence, we got PIDW. Anyway, she and cucumber had historic arguments in the comments section, though she wasn't as prolific as shen yuan, because unlike him, she was actually employed. Also, because she knew how to work smarter, not harder, and instead was busy making gay fan art and fics of PIDW instead of just whining in the comments all day. In fact, she only ever came back now and then to get updates on the characters to supplement her fan content.

Shen yuan then realizes that the entirety of svsss is Her Fault (it isn't; half of it was a prison of shen yuan's own making), which then brings him to, "wait. Did you CHOOSE to put me here, you demon???" Because yes, he died, but he didn't ask to get isekai'd! As it turns out, she volunteered for the position of svsss system (her god complex simply couldn't resist), but shen yuan dying was just a lucky boon. When she realized he was cucumber, she thought, "well since you love binghe so much, here! GO AHEAD AND MARRY HIM" and here we are.

This leads to several fights in which sy and airplane BOTH look like they're going crazy bc they're talking to air. The "air" is, meanwhile, docking points for public image loss + "being mean to her", and dropping them in situations as punishment. There's an entire week in which shen yuan is getting hit with back-to-back wife plots because he said her old HuaMing Twitter fan art was trash, and that there was no way Hualing or Liu Mingyan were lesbians. Perhaps when they call a truce, she admits that there's a lot more that can be seen behind the scenes, such as affection meters, stats, etc etc that are invisible to sy and sqh.

However, she refuses to be helpful and divulge the information, because "it would compromise integrity/authenticity of players' actions" etc. She laughs every time shen yuan frets that luo binghe hates him, knowing damn well the affection meter has broken past the full bar. She's completely lying every time she tells them that x action will cause them to lose so many points that they'd die (because the point system is up to her, but the stakes being so high helps her own performance rating). The only actions that could do so are A) averting the abyss event, and B) telling people about the system/transmigration. Everything else is up for grabs. In fact, there could even be loopholes to those; but I like to think that since she held such a grudge against shen yuan from their internet beef, she threw all her plans out the window for a fix-it story once she saw his soul on the market.

When binghe is stuck wandering mega hell, system is playing Mario Kart and looking up which universe she wants to work on next.

#idk where im going with this #thats it thats the post #svsss #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua #scum villian self saving system #i like to think she literally doesnt have to do any of the stuff she does. shes literally in sandbox mode #but because shen yuan was such a blight on her internet life she derailed her whole plan of being kind to binghe once she realized sy died #possible fic idea #idk yet #system has a screen of binghes suffering playing in the background like its a lofi soundtrack #during the mega hell arc. she found it soothing

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gremlinmodetweeker · 11 months ago

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You said before that könig is a big baby when he's sick, how does he react to us getting sick? Does he try to be helpful or does he avoid us like the plague lol

Okay so König has no qualms with sickness. This man has been coated in every bodily fluid at some point in his life (and yes I do mean every, he's lived a pretty interesting life) so he is more than fine to handle you.

However, he's a nightmare because he won't let you just relax and be sick. No, König is the king of old wives tale cures. When the day starts, he's forcing you out of bed to brush your hair and teeth because dammit neglecting self hygiene is not an option when this man is living in your house. If you exercise or do stretches in the morning, you just bet that he's making you stretch when you get up. If you exercise, he won't force you to the gym but he will take you on a short walk to 'get some fresh air'. Little does he know that the streets of the city do not count as fresh air in any way whatsoever. His Austrian ass is opening every window in the house to get airflow for you. He's a nightmare.

He's also cooking for you. Thank the heavens he has some common sense to not give you what he eats when he's sick. He'll cook something light and easy for you that won't upset your already weak stomach. He's a devil about making you eat though. He'll force it down, one way or another. At least he'll try until you shove him away. Speaking of, he will try to feed you because he thinks it's romantic and sweet, despite the fact that you look like actual death.

He's determined to keep you clean and fresh. This means he's changing your bed while you're in the bed. It's a bit obnoxious but he just cares about keeping you clean. This also means he runs baths for you or helps you stand for a shower. If you're really unable to leave bed, he'll give you a sponge bath because you're not going to be sitting in sickness.

He will totally cuddle you though. He has no fear of getting sick, after all. He's got a ridiculous immune system. Whether this is from him being naturally strong, or if it's because of his time in the military or from his habit of eating expired food, you'll never know. I'd say you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just accept his cuddles.

There's only one (1) downside to König cuddle sessions. He's hot. No, not like that (yes like that), but like he's a human furnace. It's awful. He's holding you right up to his chest when you get a hot flash but he's fallen asleep so you're trapped in place, sweltering against him.

That said, it's nice to have him around. He'll tell you about his day when he gets home and he'll watch your comfort movies with you (and he'll talk through them because he's an old dad at heart) and he'll keep you well cared for. He's a good partner after all.

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nathandrakeisabottom · 1 year ago

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⋆ Nathan Drake: Domestic Headcanons ⋆

The long-awaited, completely unasked for companion piece to @durrtydawg's Sam domestic headcanons piece. Revel in my self-indulgent, self-absorbed, and grotesquely specific fantasies of getting to call Nathan Drake my house husband. A house husband who jumps off speeding trains with a handgun on the occasional Thursday.

Not only does our pretty boy Nathan Morgan need someone who grounds him— (though that can mean many things; Nate is anything but a one type man)

But for someone who he genuinely believes won’t judge him for who he is

With them, every morning is peaceful and slow

Will come up from behind before breakfast with a slow grasp at their waist, a delicate kiss he doesn’t break for a good few seconds against his partner's cheek or neck (will literally sigh into it)

And he fucking loves if they do the same for him

Everything is slow and silence and sighs

(He’s rarely so fucking quiet, and he appreciates someone who he feels comfortable finally letting everything go for. His voice gets hoarse with how much he’s always screaming and snarking)

Will shudder more from morning intimacy than straight up sex; if he’s surprised by kisses up his back as he makes some (admittedly, pretty runny) eggs, he'll accidentally drop and shatter dishes like nobody’s business

Speaking of which, only ever gets the cheapest plates/cups because he’s always fucking breaking them (thrift store, preferably)

James Taylor, Norah Jones, Michael Buble, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and (oddly enough) Barbra Streisand for relaxing morning music

And will white man boogie with a comically bit lip if they quietly, affectionately look at him for long enough

Speaking of: despite his best efforts, as he starts to wake up, he’ll grow increasingly jokey and self-aware (but soft lil’ earnest boy always comes back eventually)

Will take all the trash and recycling out in one clean go, tucking shit between his bent elbows and under his chin; He’s not afraid of a challenge yes he can fucking do it by himself NO SHUT UP HE’S GOT IT

His partner hears the clang of soda cans falling on the pavement twelve seconds later

A Trader Joe’s BITCH

As much as he loves some sensory overload and a bajillion snack options, big supermarkets kinda overwhelm him

Also they’re always more expensive and this boy is a complainer (and if he can make his partner laugh while he’s dramatically whining, even better)

Literally the man who ACTIVELY LAUGHS at the names of products

“A Blueberry WALKS Into A Bar? Do you get that? BAR? Oh, that’s goddamn hilarious.”

And then will laugh for a good minute in the aisle; fuck the old people side-eyeing him from the dairy section

Overbuys groceries rather than underbuys; there’s a lot of food he doesn’t realize has gone bad until it’s actively going into his mouth

Expect to be investing in a good broom, because he constantly needs one

Will open a bag of frozen peas from the wrong side and all of a sudden he’s spilling the entire thing onto the hardwood floor

He just hangs his head with a long, forlorn sigh

God fucking dammit

And huffs before power-walking to the closet

But at least he’s used to it; he’s got a broom in every place he can hide one now

LOVES to cook, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it

Probably just likes the theatrics: catch him in double oven mitts and a dozen hand towels at the ready and a novelty apron that says “spooned with love”, “rubs his own meat”, “mister good-lookin’ is cookin’”, or “license to grill”

King of wearing an apron and nothing else without telling; loves surprises and loves giving them almost as much; and will absolutely play coy about it (“I’m just baking out here!! What are you screaming about?”)

Relatedly, loves stealing his partner’s shirts without telling, especially if they’re too small

“Baby tees are for big, strong babies like me.” “But you’re gonna stretch mine out!” “Heh-heh. Nice.”

Is a fucking sucker for any sort of gender role switch, but also can’t help the flutter in his heart when he sees his partner doing his laundry

It’s the intimacy of another person touching his clothes and wanting them to be soft for him; loves if they have to reach kinda high to hang them up in his closet, too

Fucking loves to make love to his partner— and yes he loves the phrase “make love”, leave him alone— or hell, do anything to them while the washer is going on heavy duty wash cycle

Somehow related, but is a hippie at the best of times. Women got off using washing machines before there was anything else and it’s a part of history and now they are too and isn’t it beautiful we’re not all so different isn’t life and history beautiful

Loves smoking weed once there’s a lengthy enough break with his partner, coughs and needs water every time (“nah, I don’t need it” — starts hacking to fucking death)

Loves a local mall trip: J Crew, Abercrombie & Fitch, and REI are his go-tos; he always needs an excuse to go out

“Jeez, is this what the kids are wearing these days?” in any store that isn’t those three

Every time there’s a big ad of a hot guy in a canoe or a girl smiling so hard it looks like her teeth are gonna pop out, he loves to outlandishly mimic their expression to make his partner laugh

Touchy, clingy, whiney 🥺; uses a body pillow and weighted blankets when he has to spend the night by himself

Needs to be the small spoon (at minimum) once a week, otherwise he gets sad and grumpy but isn't quite sure why

“Let’s get some new furniture.” “What? We have Ikea right next door! I can just make it!”

Drills a hole too big or loses the most important screw and has to go buy new furniture anyway

Adores above all else impromptu massages: whether it’s on the couch or in the bedroom when he’s on his belly watching TV; moans more shamelessly during those than he even does during sex

Those massages often turn into him begging his partner to ride him… or he just fucking falls asleep

By the way, will fall asleep in any position or location you could possibly think of; a habit from his childhood when he didn't have a bed to sleep in

Snores and drools, but not loud or wet enough to be too annoying

2 in 1 shampoo. One bar of soap.

Unless of course he’s all out or… curious about what delicious-smelling shit his partner has; maybe it’s like the reverse of when a dog pees on something to claim it. Something like that.

Get. him. flowers. His favorites are daffodils.

Really into helping out in his community: soup kitchen, pet shelters, planting trees or veggie seeds for community gardens— and then will abruptly stop because he’s tired and doesn’t feel like doing it anymore

Until the next summer when he sporadically goes — “You know what we should do?!”

King of late-night karaoke bars (especially if he gets wasted and busts into a weepy song that totally kills the mood)

On the same note, a big musical theatre lover. Wine and dine him!

Loves a dog, wants a dog, needs a dog

Never fucking trains or reprimands the dog but whatcha gonna do

Gets both super shy and vulnerable and horny when he's actively referred to as a “husband” ; loves a good big business partner/house husband roleplay (whether horny or just a joke)

Please, oh god please, do shortform improv with him every time he starts doing a bit

Living with Nathan isn’t always easy, or frankly cheap, but is so fucking gentle and so fucking happy, that you can no longer imagine a world where your life was anything but 🌼💙🗺️

If you hurt him, OP (and Sully) are out for BLOOD.

#nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #uncharted #uncharted 4: a thief's end #uncharted headcanons #SHEA WRITES BABYYYYY #i wrote this months ago ive just finally decided to put some content out into this dead greying fandom i love so much #imo mary and ria cant be the only ones holding it up #prepare for content my lovers <3

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august-anon · 3 months ago

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hola, catalogue anon here with a late night (for me, at least-) drabble/fic thingy between damian vs the robins and Bruce in a secondary prompt

Dick

Damian is, as one with less refined grammer would say; screwed. He hadn't intended to get in on the prank war, and he feels fury at Steph for having convinced him to put blue glitter in Dick's *expensive* hair dryer.

Dick hadn't been angry- but that was the issue. He knew if he got to the safehouse he'd scraped together, he could hide away until Dick felt guilty and dropped the threat of punishment.

He's on the street when a rental car pulls up. "Dami?" Dick calls. *Dammit*.

"Richard." Damian hums stiffly. He knows Dick isn't actually going to hurt him; he is one of many siblings who actually tries to keep his promises.

"I promised I'd take you to that museum." Damian knows full well Dick has no intention of bringing him today. He will; eventually, but not today.

Except then Damian notices worried strangers, concerned as to who is taking with a Wayne heir in a black, suspiciously cheap rental car. With a sinking heart, he gets in.

"So. Two options. You apologize for pranking me, or you tell me who convinced you and let them get vengeance." No. Steph is far more cruel- she's around so sparsely, she treats everyone however she wants and although usually harmless pranks, she gets away with it. Damian would suffer for hours if he snitched.

"...Dami?" Damian grunts. Dick grins, looking from between the road to him. Damian shuts his eyes, steeling his resolve-

Dick is mean. Cruel, even, as he gently skitters up ribs and Damian's spine. The giggles are difficult to muffle, and shoving does nothing; Dick has the physical advantage in both age and experience.

"Rihi- Richard-" "Hmm? You never answered, so I assumed." Dick doesn't stop; it's usually a fatal mistake when annoying Dick: he can multitask. So, right now? Zero issue with getting revenge while driving.

Damian laughs for so long he forgets he's in trouble. Dick does laps of the city.

"RIHIHICHARD-" Damian squeals as his underarm is targeted. Dick snickers, still driving smoothly. "Sorry little D, sounds a lot like not an apology."

When Dick does pull over, it's to get a selfie with Damian's bright smile. Damian is angry again, until Dick pinches gently across his stomach. The little zaps of tickles make him squeak. Dick coos.

"Fihihine! I am- gohohod- SORRY!" Damian spits between giggles.

Unfortunately, Steph still needs to prank him...

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Dun dun dunnn... Yeah, this ain't in chronological order for who targets Damian and these are somewhat plot thick. I apologize for any spelling errors, I'm not used to writing fics! -catalogue anon <3

CATALOGUE ANON HAS BLESSED US <3 jsdkfhjskdfh i am obsessed with all you guys dropping mini-fics in my askbox rn lol

ah yes, the prank war, a classic tickle fic trope, always an excellent place to begin for mischief. and of course damian got roped into it. i LOVE the dynamic between dick and damian forever, its so deep and complex they fascinate me, but definitely love lighter moments like these where they get to Just Be Brothers in a prank war or getting revenge mischief without all the Baggage hanging over them for once sdjkfhjdf

this was so so so cute omg, thank you for sharing i love

#ask #anon #catalogue anon #tickle headcanons #tickle fic #dc tickling #batfam tickling #dc tickle headcanons #batfam tickle headcanons #lee!damian wayne #ticklish!damian wayne #ler!dick grayson

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the--rebel--fae · 11 months ago

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Heyy, I have a little one shot request for Sanji (if that's okay). So, basically how would he reacts when he finds out that the reader has some old (like 5+ years old) self harm scars? Like, the reader is doing okay now but I have a feeling that Sanji's heart would probably break for them. Could be a little NSFW if you want. Honestly, I have a feeling that in this type of scenario Sanji would be the one who needs the comforting lmao (but go with what feels right to you ofc)

A/n: Hi!!! Of course it's ok my dear! I love writing for our little love sick chef! I hope you don't mind that it came out a lot more sappy than I initially thought it would. It kinda got away from me a bit. Eheh. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tw: slight allusion to self harm and nsfw suggestiveness. But elsewise nothing but sappy fluff!

Love Can Heal

Fem! Reader x Sanji

“(Y/n), oh you are so beautiful mon ange.” Sanji groaned out as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck.

You let out a soft groan at his ministrations but then flinched slightly when he pulled the top and sleeve of your low boat neck shirt down. ‘Hopefully he doesn’t notice. Please don’t notice.’ You chanted in your head.

You hear Sanji let out a sharp gasp and you can’t help but cringe.

‘Dammit. He noticed.’

“My love, are these what I think they are?’” He murmured softly as he scootched closer to you on your shared bed.

Letting out a soft sigh, you look up into his beautiful eyes. “They are. But I can explain. More than five years ago, I was in a very dark place. So, I tended to do…that to try and relieve myself of my grief. But then, you guys found me and took me in as a Straw Hat, and that made everything better. Not right away, but you and everyone else fixed what I thought was long dead.” You grabbed Sanji’s hand and placed it in yours. “I’m alright now, Sanji.”

Sanji pulled his hands from yours and cupped your face. “That makes me happy that you are happy, my love. But what breaks my heart is that you felt you had to hide this.”

You glanced down at your lap and moved so you were snuggling into your boyfriend. “I was worried about what you would think of the scars.”

“(Y/n).”

Your head snapped up at hearing Sanji say your name so harshly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Yes, I think all women are beautiful. But you outshine them all. You are my goddess. And the fact that you have come out the other side of this trial…alive, is a testament to how strong and amazing you are. And how lucky I am to be able to call you mine.”

Tears began to form in your eyes at Sanji’s beautiful words. You quickly pulled him into a passionate and sweet kiss. “Thank you, Sanji. That means the world to me. More than you’ll ever know. I love you so much, my handsome prince.” You whispered against his lips.

Sanji kissed you once more before gently bumping his forehead with yours and looking you in the eyes. “I love you, my beautiful princess. Forever and always.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yep. Forever and always.”

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the one shot! It was really sweet to write. I'm glad I got to write this! Feel free to request something again soon! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from One Piece to Pokemon and more! I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop, feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions

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mirasources · 6 months ago

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Out of Context Discord Starter Sentences

Sometimes people are silly. Adjusted for RP use. Fix as needed for who you're sending it to. Remember to specify the muse for multimuses!

"ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!" "So that's what he looks like without the mask." "Family outing to go kick [Name]'s ass." "Ah, look at this amazing bird [Name] took!!" "I'm taking over the internet." "SPREAD YOUR AGENDA!" "He looks like he's going into a zombie apocalypse." "Doing Saturday night Minecraft and this guy summoned a Warden, I tried to snipe it and it came for me, so now I'm offline until it goes away." "My character was bashing a dragon with a hammer. He JUST got bribed by the dragon to turn on his teammates so he looked at two of them and went 'Can you believe he's trying to bribe me???'." "You think I have a "men with white hair" problem?" "Pretty sure they're about to morph into their ultimate form, dustball with random limbs." "GM looked me dead in the eye and went "Congrats you made a tank"." "Hinges are optional! Especially when your doors don't have any." "Chomp chomp motherfucker." "Did you leave a pine cone in my car and, follow up question, do you need it back?" "Yes I did. Yes I do." "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of pants!" "This guy started driving, hit the trash bin, kept going, and knocked it over with the recycle bin." "Potatoes somehow got into my mom's mini farm. I don't even know what to say to that." "I CAN'T TAKE MY OWN MESSAGES SERIOUSLY! I'M TRYING TO HELP A FRIEND BUILD A GRID AND I'M LAUGHING TO DEATH!" "In front of my hot chocolate????" "[Name] regrets his life choices." "GOD DAMMIT WHY IS [NAME] HERE???" "You don't want to take a Lancer to a Saber fight." "[NAME] HITTING THE NAIL ON THE HEAD!" "[Name], as always, does what he wants." "Guys, make sure you hit the RIGHT ONE!!!" "do you think [Name]'s taken someone out just by hitting them really hard with his tail?" "He's such a little butt." "You craft mines." "If they don't release the music to this PV, I'm going to go crazy. I'VE HAD THIS ON LOOP!" "Me, an admin: blow that shit up." "On Minecraft, we're doing a server swap so we're all on a copy of the server and can do whatever we want. So I'm going to blow up some shit." "WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS???" "You can just FEEL the Tales of Crestoria." "Do not listen to the cop inside your brain." "SUNLESS BEHAVIOR!" "Let's hope I'm not sick enough to make a stupid decision like add rainbows." "HE HAS A GUN!" "WHY ARE YOU PINGING ME?" "SHOULD I PONG YOU INSTEAD?" "He refuses. He's Night Shift, dammit!"

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angelatmidnight1 · 5 months ago

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I would love to request a bg3 tickle fic if that’s okay and I have two diffrent prompt ideas

The durge is feeling super upset about the whole born to kill thing and had been feeling in the slumps about it, trying to hide it but not very well and someone in camp notices and try’s to cheer the durge up but can’t seem to find a way to make their cold friend smile till they accidentally find out their ticklish

Lae’zel has been seeing Karlach tickle wyll and doesn’t know what it is as someone who’s never been tickled or seen it before. But sees it as a way of weakness so during a training match with tav lae’zel uses her new knowledge on tickling to see if she can finally win a sparing match with tav

I’m sorry if this is to much i understand if you don’t want to do either of these I just appreciate you taking the time to read them 🫶

A Little Starlight

A/N: Hi! I'm sorry this is so late. I know you already posted a fic for a durge reader (which I really liked), but I hope it's okay that I still wanted to do this request? I went with option one with lee!durge and ler!Astarion. I don't think I'm confident in writing for Lae'zel yet. I hope you like it 🧡

Read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63165595

Pairing- Astarion x The Dark Urge (romantic).

Warnings- Major spoilers for the Dark Urge storyline (Acts 1-2) between them and Astarion. This is also a tickle fic.

WC: 3k.

Dark days have only grown darker the longer Durge resists the urge to kill. Their damned butler returned and demanded that they act accordingly and end the one they love most: Astarion. That was another dark night; no one was hurt, and all they remember was his hand stroking their hair, telling them that he wouldn’t let whatever this was have them. Durge hasn’t been able to face him or any of their other companions since then, fearing that they’d lose control again. They’ve shut everyone else out, but Astarion won’t be turned away. He tries to lift their spirits, and that’s a much easier task when he discovers that they’re ticklish.

“Are you certain you aren’t hungry?”

Gale called Durge from outside their tent, his voice tinged with concern. Durge felt bad for turning him away; as the unofficial official camp chef, they knew that whatever stew he made was nothing short of delicious. The smell wafted throughout the camp and made their mouth water. But, after the previous night, they couldn’t bring themselves to eat anything.

Oh, I’m hungry, wizard. But not for food. I’d sooner rip your head off and put it on a spike-

Durge flinched and shook the violent thoughts away. Not now. Now again. They couldn’t have a repeat of last night. The thought alone made their stomach churn. They exhaled a shaky breath and licked their dry lips before saying, “I’m sure, Gale. I don’t have an appetite right now.”

“...Okay. That is not a problem. Though, if my memory serves me well, you said the same this morning. I’ve skipped the occasional meal myself in the pursuit of study, but not two.” Gale hesitated, holding the still warm bowl in his hands. “Are you feeling ill? If not food, I could prepare a medicinal brew for you. The taste is far from ideal, but the effects—”

By the hells, did he ever stop talking? Maybe ripping his tongue out would be more fitting.

No.

Yes.

Durge’s head started hurting. A war raged on in their mind and both sides were the losing one. They brought their hands up to rub the sides of their temple, and even that hurt.

“Dammit, I said I don’t want it!” Durge hissed. They weren’t just talking about the food or medicine. “Get away from my tent and leave me alone.”

“A-Alright,” Gale sounded startled and they heard him shuffle backwards. “I apologize for disturbing you. I’ll just leave the bowl here, should you change your mind.”

That impending frustration turned into something heavier once he finally left: guilt. Guilt for snapping at Gale when he only wanted to check on them. Guilt for killing Alfira and leaving Lakrissa heartbroken. Guilt for being entrusted to lead a party to Baldur’s Gate, yet only succeeding in putting them in more danger.

Durge wasn’t a leader; they were a monster. A monster no better than the mind flayers and twice as dangerous. It’s not who they wanted to be but, like their butler said, their fate was sealed in blood. It was just a matter of time before their urge returned and took over again.

They laid on their side on their bedroll, knees up to their chest, and cried. Crying was safer than killing and, as long as they stayed in their tent, they couldn’t hurt anyone else.

Astarion wouldn’t be having any of that though. He wasn’t going to watch his love waste away.

Durge didn’t remember when they’d fallen asleep. They awoke to a shadow looming over the entrance to their tent, and they sat up with a start. “Gale?”

“No, darling. It’s me.” Astarion put his hand over the tent. He could’ve easily unhooked the latch and came in, especially since they usually shared the tent together, but he remembered the state they were in just a night ago. He wasn’t afraid of them, but he also wasn’t looking to be at the wrong end of a blade. “And you can’t go an entire day without eating something. We﹘I, need you strong. May I come in?”

Durge hesitated. The last time they were near Astarion, they tried to kill him. What if it happened again? Their silence prompted him to continue.

“I’m not afraid of you, if that’s what you're thinking. I told you that this condition of yours will not have you. But I also can’t let you starve. That would make me a terrible friend, and lover.” Astarion gave a small smirk. “Now, come on, open up. I don’t want to destroy this lock, but I will.”

Durge sighed. Their limbs felt heavy as they got up and approached the tent. They put a hand over the lock and toyed with it, fingers trembling. “Are you sure, Astarion? I don’t want to hurt you..”

“I don’t want you to hurt me either,” Astarion chuckled dryly. “I trust that you won’t, though. And on the off chance you lose control and lunge at me, I’ll just tie you up again.”

The heat rose to their cheeks, contrasting the icy touch of the lock. Finally, they undid the lock and opened the tent.

Astarion stood in his usual camp attire, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and the now cold soup in the other. He clicked his teeth when he saw them. “By the hells, you look terrible. You need to eat. Right now.”

He pushed the bowl into their hand before they could say anything. Durge held it up with both hands. They were primed to protest, just like they did earlier, but their stomach betrayed them and growled. They sighed and plopped down on a cushion to eat.

“There we are, much better.” Astarion hummed, satisfied. “Gale looked like a kicked puppy when you sent him off. I told him it probably had nothing to do with the food and that he can be annoying.”

Durge looked up in between bites, frowning. “I shouldn’t have snapped at him. He was only trying to help.”

“Oh, he’ll be fine,” he waved a dismissive hand. “His intentions may have been pure, but after last night, I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t in the mood. I’m just relieved that I didn’t have to pry your hands from around his throat.”

“I’d never hurt him. Never.” Durge felt the burn of fresh tears threatening to fall. “I’d never hurt you, him, or anyone else. I didn’t even mean to kill Alfira! I﹘I﹘”

Their hands shook as a low sob escaped them. Anyone else without sharp hearing probably wouldn’t have heard it. Astarion sat down in front of them and put his hands over theirs, squeezing gently.

“Darling, that last part was a joke. I admit, it was poorly timed, but please don’t cry.” Comforting others wasn’t Astarion’s forte. No one had comforted him in two centuries, save for his siblings on occasion, but it wasn’t even close to being enough. He sighed heavily, still holding their hands as they cried. After they’d calmed down a little, he tapped the top of their hands with his thumbs. “Look at me, Durge.”

Durge sniffled and obliged, eyes still shining with tears. Astarion cleared his throat.

“I know that we haven’t been traveling together long. I know that us being…us, is even newer. But I know you, Durge. I’ve looked into the eyes of monsters and killers. Cazador is a killer. He’d kill one’s mind but keep their body intact just enough to be used to lure pretty things back to him. You are not a monster, nor a killer. You’re our leader, and my lover.”

They wanted to believe him. As they looked into those red eyes, they wanted to believe that he saw them, and not what the urge wanted them to be. His grip on their hands tightened.

“When I said your affliction won’t claim you, I meant that. We’re going to find a way to save you.”

Durge exhaled a breath that they didn’t know they were holding. They dropped their head so that it was resting against his chest. “Thank you, Astarion. I’m glad I can count on you.”

He awkwardly wound one arm around them, resting his chin on the top of their head. Hugs were still very novel. Warm, sweet, but novel. “Think nothing of it, my dear. You’ve got this. And I’ve got you.”

Durge would’ve smiled if the fear and uncertainty weren’t so heavy on their heart. With his free hand, he reached under their chin and tilted it up. “Now, enough of these tears. What will it take for my darling to smile?”

Tearing you apart.

Durge cringed a bit and shook their head. “I’m not sure.”

“No? I am open to suggestions.” Astarion, keeping one arm around them, leaned back on the cushions. He pulled them down so that they could lay on top of him. “I could swap the sugar used for coffee with salt. Put it in Wyll’s pack. Our noble hero can’t have his comrades hopped up on something sweet in the morning. That just wouldn’t be right.”

The faintest grin tugged at the corner of their lips. “Don’t do that,” they chastised lightly. “Shadowheart would be furious.”

“All the more reason to do it, love. Who needs caffeine to wake up when rage is a powerful motivator on its own? It’d be a sight to behold.”

Durge pressed their lips together, smirking. “Don’t do it. I mean it.”

“Ugh. You’re tying my hands, but fine. Though, I do think I see the beginnings of a smile..” Astarion smirked up at them. He reached under their chin again and gave it a little tickle. “Come on now, give me a little more.”

Durge brought their chin down with a squeak. Their shoulders seized, and they choked on a giggle. “Aha! Astarion!”

“What? What’s so funny?” He doubled down on his efforts, fingers now gently prodding and skittering down their sides. “Surely the thought of Shadowheart hurling a mug at the poor soul who soured her coffee isn’t amusing to you?”

If Durge was being honest, the thought was a little funny. But that wasn’t why they were giggling. They curled in on themselves, giggling louder. “Nahaha! That tihihickles!”

“Really now?” Astarion feigned surprise, lightly drilling his thumbs just above their hips. “All this time, and I hadn’t the faintest clue that you were ticklish. How dare you keep such a secret from me.”

“H-Hohohow was I s-suppohohosed to-” Durge chased after his hands with their own, squirming and squealing with giggles. “I dihihihdn’t knohohow!”

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not interested in your excuses,” Astarion chuckled. He easily batted their hands away and rolled them over so that he was on top. Now, their hands were pinned underneath his legs, and he had full reign to tickle. “What I am interested in are these precious little giggles..”

Durge’s eyes widened and they squirmed under his weight. A silly, nervously giddy smile stretched across their face. Astarion returned their grin, cooing.

“Aw, that smile tells me everything I need to know..”

Their breath hitched when he traced a single finger across their ribs. They recoiled to the side, hands flexing uselessly under his weight. “Love, wahahit!”

“I’m afraid not, dear,” Astarion, still using one finger, prodded at the spaces between the bones, scratching gently. “I’ve got to raise your spirits, and you’ve made it much easier for me.”

“Nohoho!” Durge’s legs kicked out uselessly as they squealed and giggled. For once, the violent voice in their head was silent, drowned out by their laughter. It was liberating to be freed from that voice, even if only for a moment. Instead of worrying about losing control again, they were half-heartedly squirming and trying to dodge Astarion’s nimble fingers. “I feheheheel betteheher!”

“Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves..” Astarion chuckled and used both hands to scribble along their ribcage’s bones. “I think I can get an even bigger smile out of you if I tickle, hmm…”

Durge was thrashing about as he tickled over their ribs, their loud giggling jumping to laughter. But suddenly, he halted his attack, hands ghosting over their torso. They panted, eyes darting from his hands up to his face. His expression was an even mix between playful mischief and undeniable fondness. They arched upwards, giggling in anticipation as he just barely skimmed over their stomach. “Astarion!”

“Hush, love. I’m thinking,” Astarion stroked down their stomach, over their hips, and moved back up their torso. He watched their reactions closely, purposely lingering on spots that especially made them giggle. The closer he got to their underarms, they thrashed more. He grinned knowingly and went to tickle there, but they brought their arms down before he could strike. “Ah, here’s a spot.”

“Nohoho no no!” Durge protested and held their arms as close to their side as possible. “Geheht away from thehehere!”

“Before I discover just how ticklish it is? That won’t be happening, darling.” Astarion shifted so that he was more or less laying on top of them. He tried to wriggle his fingers underneath their arms, but they refused to move them. “Let me in, Durge..~”

They grinned widely, shaking their head. “Nehehever!”

He pressed his head against theirs so he could whisper in their ear. “Durge,” he repeated, purring. “I am going to get under your arms one way or another. Hiding from me won’t help you.”

Durge leaned their head to the side, blushing and laughing. This exposed their neck and gave Astarion another playfully sinister idea. “I wohohn’t let you ihihihn!”

Astarion smirked. He sat up and looked down at him with a soft chuckle. “Gods, you are delicious like this. I could just devour you..”

Before they could respond or turn their head, he nuzzled into the crook of their neck, pressing featherlight kisses into their skin. Durge’s eyes widened and they screamed. They writhed under his weight and cackled, raising their shoulders. “NAHAHA! DOHOHN’T!”

Astarion chuckled against their skin, making them laugh harder. “Adorable,” he mumbled, kissing further down their neck. “My beautiful, bloodthirsty lover. You’ve never sounded so sweet.”

Durge’s cheeks flushed as they kept trying and failing to scrunch up their neck. Every now and then, he’d nibble over where he kissed very gently, so that he didn’t break the skin with his fangs. They were laughing too loudly to hear what he said next.

“And you’re all mine~.”

With Durge distracted by the ticklish kisses and nibbles, he had no trouble pushing his hands under their arms, scribbling away into the hollows. Durge lurched upwards and threw their head back with laughter.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHO!”

“Oh yes,” he countered, hands scampering where the ribs met the armpits before gently drilling back into the hollows. “You’re all mine, my sweet. I could listen to you laugh all night.”

And laugh they did. Durge was in stitches as Astarion tickled their neck and armpits. They laughed hard enough to snort, and he ended up joining them in their laughter.

“That has to be the cutest sound I’ve heard you make,” he snickered. He lifted his head away from their neck and slowed the tickling down to slow, gentle strokes.

Durge hiccuped, still squeezing their arms against their sides and inadvertently trapping his hands. Their cheeks were beyond flushed and they tried to hide from his mischievous gaze. “It’s nohohohot fuhuhuhnny!”

“Oh come off, it was adorable,” Astarion flexed his fingers against their armpits, and they shrieked. “And I’d love to hear it again.”

“No, no-” Durge shook their head frantically, but Astarion had already made up his mind. He used his index fingers to prod and scritch more purposefully into their armpits. Durge fell back into hysterics and kicked their legs against the bedroll. They didn’t make the sound he wanted until he regained access to their neck, peppering kisses there and just above their collarbone. They wheezed and snorted not once, but twice. Just when they thought they’d lose their mind, he stopped, laughing into their shoulder. Durge breathed heavily, still trapped under his weight.

“It’s nohot funny,” they repeated, their would-be pout giving way to another silly grin. Astarion looked down at them and smiled a genuine smile.

“There’s my love,” he chuckled and cupped their cheek in his hand. “There’s that smile I wanted.”

Durge leaned into his hand and pecked it. “Hmph. I suppose I needed that..”

“That you did. No need to thank me,” Astarion finally climbed off of them and stretched out beside them. “My hands are good at more than just stabbing our enemies.”

They rolled their eyes fondly. In truth, they were feeling a lot better. And they didn’t even have to hurt anyone. They took their position in Astarion’s outstretched arms, allowing him to gather them up and hold them close. They leaned up to kiss his cheek and draped their legs over his.

Astarion wound his arms around their waist. “Comfortable, darling?”

“Mm,” Durge nodded slowly and laid their head on their shoulder. He chuckled.

“Good. Get some rest, you’ve more than earned it.”

For a while, it was quiet, save for the sounds of crickets chirping and the occasional owl call. As they laid in his arms, another urge crept into their mind. Not the violent, dark whispers that they’re used to, but one that was lighter. Mischievous. Playful.

Astarion did deserve a taste of his own medicine, didn’t he?

Their fingers twitched at the thought, and before they could even second-guess themselves, they struck—quick, darting fingers aiming for his ribs.

They barely made contact before Astarion’s hand snatched their wrist midair.

Durge blinked. “What—”

Astarion turned to them with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who had just been handed an excuse to pounce. “I wanted to kiss you again, but it seems you’ve other plans.”

Durge gasped and tried to pull their hand back, but it was too late. In a blur of movement, Astarion had them pinned again—this time lying on their stomach, their arms uselessly trapped beneath them. Again.

“Wahahait! Wait!” Durge tried to make a case only to yelp as he pinched the back of their thigh. They bounced around more as his other hand slid up their shirt and kneaded over their sides. “I wasn’t actually going to-- wahahait!”

“Oh no, no, no, Durge. You clearly still want to play. And I’d be happy to indulge,” Astarion lightly tutted and swiped his nails over their lower back, earning a louder scream. A shiver ran up Durge’s spine as they laughed and tried to roll back over. “Oh dear, another interesting spot?”

It’d be a while before Durge got any rest. The same could’ve been said for most nights they tried to sleep. But tonight, with all of the darkness lurking in their mind, they were grateful they had a little star of their own to see them through the night.

#bg3 tickle #bg3 tickling #lee!durge #durge x astarion #ler!astarion #ticklish!durge #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate fic

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aluria-sevhex · 1 year ago

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HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

#homegrown post #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

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viburnt · 1 year ago

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MORE BAKUGOU 🗣️🗣️🗣️

pretty pls

Wasn't sure what kind of Bakugo you wanted so...

CONTENT WARNING: Possessive and stalker behavior, bullying, rumors and gaslighting, seclusion, sexual themes, abuse. Dead dove, do not eat!

Bully! Bakugo and his outcast darling

You never quite understood why you didn't fit among your classmates, an odd look splashing their faces whenever you tried to engage with them. 'Maybe it's all my imagination,' you'd tell yourself in an effort to explain such behavior. Perhaps, you were just being dramatic.

You weren't.

People do avoid you, and not particularly because you've done something wrong. It's because of him. This bully carefully crafts an intricate web of lies and rumors, slowly but surely intoxicating people's minds; it's so easy to believe someone like him! His confidence and reputation making his word almost a truth. Doesn't take long for your classmates to form a distorted opinion of you.

Bakugo is the kind of bully that allows the roots of his obsession to go deep, his grasp creeping and filling every crack and crevice of your life. He wants to give you no option, no chances for you to escape him; Bully! Bakugo wants to be the only thing you can have, the only thing you need.

It starts with small things, whispered words into the hallways that reached the right people: slut, idiot, dumb... all kinds of names and crazy gossip stories eating your classmate's brains like worms to an apple. A new reputation for you, the sweet and stupidly unaware darling that you are.

You notice the uncomfortable ambience, the changes in the atmosphere, how people stop talking when you're around. It makes you feel scared, dreadful, and Bully! Bakugo is always there to bask on the worrisome frown your face has. He loves to play pretend, act as if your presence was bothersome and he's only pitying you, "reluctantly" giving you a shoulder to cry on.

The blond follows you around to see the results of his hard work, grinning with pride whenever you start having a mental breakdown in the bathroom or at the library. And he's always there to offer his company, in his own twisted way...

"Tch, you're so fucking annoying. Stop crying already, dammit!" "Have a fucking tissue and stop bothering me." "Fine, you can fucking cry in my shoulder..."

Bully! Bakugo loves fucking with your mind; the same hand that ruthlessly tears you bit by bit, feeds you copious amounts of sugar to keep you wrapped around his pinky finger. He enjoys making you doubt yourself, your choices, your everything... Always reminding how much of a waste of time you are, making you think you should be grarteful that he's even speaking to you.

"They don't like you," He says, "Why would they like a crybaby? I barely can stand you."

"Tch, stop crying already, I don't like that!" "S-sorry, I-I'll try to stop the tears."

Bully! Bakugo who likes pushing you around to do things you would never! If he wants you to do something (no matter the nature of the action), he'll first try to plant the idea and bother you with it over and over, and then, when you try to say no... "Tch, come on, don't be a fucking bore!" "I'm your only friend, aren't I?" "You'd be so lonely without me, can at least do this for me."

Master of guilt tripping.

Do I think he'd leave some sort of mark on you to scare others away? Yes. He already managed to wreck what little good reputation you could have, but he wants people to know that you're his property! It's very probable that he buys a piece of jewelry for your ears (earrings if you have or maybe piercings), or go for a more radical mark like a tattoo or scar. No, silly, you don't have a saying here!

He adores how desperate you look! Seriously, the fucker has a thing for making you cry, calling you the absolute worse in ways that your poor brain can't grasp. This Bakugo also enjoys baby talking to you, there's something about it that makes him feel in control (not to mention that the little leap of joy you do when he's slightly sweet to you makes his dick hard.)

Next stage for him is keeping you secluded. Trust me, he already did a fantastic murdering your social life, but now he takes it further. Oh, you wanna go to that school? Keep dreaming, you'll be by his side where he can have you at his heart's content. No, silly, you can't go anywhere without him; yes, he'll have his hand on the back of your neck everywhere. And don't think of making small talk with any friendly strangers! He'll chew you out for it.

This Bakugo doesn't normally go for his sexual desires with you, he is rather content with having a dumb little pet he can kick whenever he feels like. The topic is not exempt though, he'll have his leg between yours just to make you pathetically grind on it. If he feels particularly lustful, he'll spit on your face as he pushes you against the wall, having his way with groping and squeezing and-

"Curve your fucking back, pet! Fuck- Your stupid cunt is always ridiculously tight."

Overall a different kind of manipulator; compared to Stalker/Possessive! Izuku, this version of Bakugo has a different motto: wreck it down and build it to your fucking liking.

#my hero academia #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #Bully! Bakugo

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transformers-spike · 5 months ago

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I am too ace for vavleplug, tbh. BUT your headcanons about it and the transformers in general align very closely with my own. That fact makes me very happy, 'cause yes, their pronouns would probably be based on frame/alt mode type, dammit!

Aw hell yeah! I myself am somewhere on the ace spectrum, so honestly it's a joy to hear you like my headcanons. Just a small tidbit I'm still working on with how Cybertronian gender works (at least in TFP): Technically, all Cybertronians have a matryoshka of genders inside of them. Especially because during functionalism your job was so ingrained into your identity. Yeah, you could technically change your profession in some cases, but usually it was so intertwined with your alt-mode that it was you. Thus, their notion of gender goes as this: your main caste, sub caste, general frame type and sub frame-type . Aka, you can make a diagram out of this - they have 4 spectrums skateboarding on top of each other I'll use my interpretation of Breakdown for example. 1. Main caste: Warrior (as any bot that's particularly big and sturdy) 2. Sub caste: Construction work (aka what functionalism said he could do - so his job) 3. General frame: Mech (typically it's a spectrum between mech and femme- maybe a third option in-between) 4. Sub-frame-type: Four wheeler (gets more complicated when you look at seekers)

Obviously because this is a rigid system, no one's having a good time. They keep desperately trying to ignore outliers or shove them into categories they clearly don't fit in just so they can keep using this dumb system. I imagine depending on the language spoken there are around 2 pronouns used per bot - or who knows, maybe more. They have a completely different vocabulary than ours. Basically, this goes to show that trying to control gender is dumb and you're valid even if you don't fit into any pre-existing category

#transformers prime #rambles #headcanon hour #maccadam #tfp worldbuilding

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jpitha · 8 months ago

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Between the Black and Grey 70

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Fen awoke to Ma standing over her, smiling with her eyes. "Fenchurch, you really know how to get into a mess, you know that right?"

Fen sat up. Here, she didn't hurt. "What can I say Ma? I'm tired of being told what to do, and am doing things that I want to do."

She nodded once and put her hand out to help her up. "Good. You're learning." Fen stood up and looked around. It was the same old place it always was, but they were alone in the forest. "It'll be hard though."

"hmm?" Fen wasn't listening.

"Doing things that you want to do. It's hard. It's easier to just listen to everyone else and do what they say."

Fen chuckled. "That's hard too Ma. No matter what I pick, it's hard."

"Yes," Ma agreed. "That's life."

Fen came back, pain still there, disorientation still there, but now she was also floating in space. Her suit was helpfully flashing all kinds of warnings about being adrift in space but she was able to dismiss them. The beacons on her head and shoulders flashed to alert any potential rescuers that she was out here, but scans from the - admittedly - low power radar on the suit indicated she was alone.

Except she wasn't.

Where once there was just her expeditionary force and the white hole was now a... nebula.

It was beautiful.

No, more than that, it was stunning. Rainbow colors, swirling, dancing around her, visible in every direction. She was awash in a sea of color. But why? Was it the nanites?

As she floating in space, Fen stared at once location while time passed. She was sure that the nebula was very slowly moving. With a gasp that turned into a coughing fit, she realized what she was seeing.

It was a war.

The Nanites and Han'iel's nanites had consumed the entirety of the expeditionary force as raw material, and were now around her in the tens of trillions, fighting. The concentration of machines was so dense that she could see them.

Fen thought to herself, well okay Fenchurch. You came back here and you're making your own decisions now. So now what? Fen thought about the implant. It would make a dent in the volume of nanites here, and might be the tipping point to end the battle, but was she ready to do that? No. Not yet at least. Besides, if she did that now the virus in her body would never spread. She had to get closer.

Ugh, but how? The suit had maneuvering jets, but they weren't meant to be used for millions of kilometers. She could link again and get closer, but then that would be it. She'd be stuck. She queried the suit. 'Power options?'

INTERNAL BATTERIES 80%. USEFUL LIFE AT CURRENT POWER OUTPUT - 100 SOL STANDARD DAYS.

Well. At least she's starve to death before she froze to death. She tried again. 'Are the batteries sufficient to operate the wormhole link backpack?'

QUERYING... NEGATIVE. SUIT BATTERIES WOULD BE DEPLETED.

'Recharging options?'

CONNECT TO POWER ON SHIP OR STATION.

Ugh, it didn't have like, solar panels or anything? Fen had no idea about suit design, but she felt like something like that as a last resort would have been useful. 'Radio?'

LOCAL AREA ONLY. NO SIGNALS IN RANGE CURRENTLY.

Dammit. It turned out that an emergency rescue spacesuit wasn't just a teeny spaceship after all.

While Fen was working through her options and arguing with her suit, the nebula slowly came closer to her. She noticed as the color outside her face shield changed, and she looked up and gasped. What she had thought was a slow wheeling progression of the nebula was actually the nanites moving at tremendous speed. They had traversed the distance to her in less than two hours. Before she realized what was happening, the swirl of color surrounded her suit. Red warnings flashed in her vision SUIT INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. SUIT INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. Her suit was being eaten for material.

"Oh fuck." She said aloud, "now you've done it."

Ah, Empress. You are alive after all. The voice was practically liquid in its smugness.

"I could say the same thing about you. How goes the war with Han'iel's creation?"

We persevere, Fen. We were built well.

"Oh goody. You can talk to me as well." Fen sighed. "Well, as it appears that I am being consumed for raw materials in your battle, you had better say your pieces before I'm gone entirely."

Gone? You're not going anywhere. You forget we can manipulate matter on any scale.

Don't worry Fen. Once these nanites are destroyed, we will take good care of you. Han'iel's nanites spoke to her with a K'laxi accent. Almost but not quite sounding like Han'iel himself.

Take care of you? They can't even tak-- Her original nanites started to argue again but stopped sudddenly. What did you do?

"Whatever do you mean?" Fen said innocently, while grinning wickedly. It was going to work.

You have introduced a... pathogen. How?

"Don't worry about how, worry about your own damn survival now. I don't even care that I'm out in space alone because I got you. Neither of you will be able to come up with a counter in time."

We shall see about that.

Both of the nanites pulled out of her mind quickly, without taking care to be gentle. Through the blinding headache they left, Fen was laughing. It worked! It really worked! Her idea worked! "See Ma? I did it! I beat them. Not Gord, not the Empire, ME!" She shouted.

Before her eyes, the nebula changed. Rather than a dancing, swirling rainbow colored cloud, it was slowly - but surely - turning gray. The virus was taking over the nanites, using them to make more, and then disassembling what was left.

Fen floated, between the black and the gray, and watched them die.

****

"They think we have Fen!" Chloe shouted, as Gord took control of the ship's operation to dodge the attacks.

"Well, we kinda did." Gord said, trying to keep his voice reasonable as he concentrated.

"We - you - saved her life!"

"Yes. but they don't know that, Chloe. We never told them. I was going to, but then there was the nanite thing, and we had to put her in hibernation, and then the virus... I dropped the ball." Gord did the virtual equivalent of a shrug. "They don't usually shoot first and ask questions later though."

"They don't? Gord, are we talking about the same humans?"

"Okay okay, sometimes they do. Open a channel, I'll explain it."

"They closed communication." Chloe scanned the logs. "Looks like they opened all frequencies and asked for an explanation... and someone told them to kick rocks."

"Who?"

Chloe shook her head. "Don't know. They were far away, probably out near Jupiter or further. They were on at least a couple minute delay."

"Dammit!" Gord swore and went over to the comm set. He set the power output to full and opened all the channels. As he did so, he moved some relays and rerouted power from the reactor. As environmental powered down, his array powered up. Across Sol, everyone's comm array was overcome with static. Media players, comm arrays, and even some larger metallic structures all obeyed his command. For now, Gord was the Loudest thing in Sol. "Attention Humanity. We do not have Empress Fenchurch. We did, but she left on her own. If you stop shooting and take an Ancestors damned BREATHER, we can discuss this." Gord cut the connection and put the power back where it was. Times like this he was annoyed that he couldn't snap a physical toggle closed. It was much more satisfying.

****

"Empress?!" The weapons officer looked over at Penny.

Penny was trying very hard to hide her expression, but she didn't have Fen's experience. Her eyes were giving it away, Zhe noticed. She was frightened out of her mind. "S-Stand down. Weapons to idle."

As the weapons powered down, and the ship got off of its battle footing, one of the younger officers eye's went wide. "Empress... you should see this," and gestured. She and Zhe looked down at their pads.

And stared at the stardrive of Home.

Before Home was the... well, home of the AIs, it was a colony ship. Nearly a third the size of High Mars Hyacinth, it was designed to streak through interstellar space, bringing thirty thousand humans in hibernation and enough supplies to start up at least three cities. Six were launched, three made it, one blew up just outside of Sol, and two were lost. This was one of them. In order to thrust up to 50% of C, the colony ships had positively titanic star drives. Large enough to swallow a Starjumper, their exhaust would streak behind for hundreds of kilometers when under full thrust.

And one was pointed directly at them.

They hadn't planned on running, they had planned on lighting their stardrive, Zhe realized with a shudder. Her fur puffed out in fear. She knew the value of the human's old drives as a weapon. She looked over at Penny; she hadn't figured it out. Zhe flicked her ears in irritation. Leave it to humans to forget about their own weapons.

"Penn-Empress." Zhe said gently. "They pointed their stardrive at us. They were going to fire it."

"And run away? They have a wormhole generator, why run away with their old stardrive?"

"We-el, yes, they would start moving." Zhe said carefully, "but more importantly the drive exhaust would have reduced us to our constituent atoms."

"Oh" Penny said, and then her eyes widened when she parsed what Zhe said. "Oh."

"Yes," Zhe nodded. "On the Heap we're taught to never go behind a human ship. We were never going to win this engagement."

Penny's shoulders slumped. "They don't have Fen and we were nearly destroyed." She looked at Zhe and mouthed "What do I do?"

"Empress?" Zhe said, in a normal tone of voice. "I recommend we open a channel to Gord's ship and take him up on his offer to talk. We can learn what they know, and maybe work together to find out what happened to Fen. After all-" She flicked her ears as she spoke "-if the AI faction supports you, then your claim to the throne is that much more valid."

Penny's eyes shone. She was holding back tears. "Yes, that is an excellent suggestion. Comms, reach out to Gord's ship and let the know we wish to talk." She looked again at Zhe, blinked her tears away and whispered, "Thank you."

Zhe's face was impassive, but her tail swished behind her.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #jpitha #humans and aliens #writing #sci fi writing #humans are space australians #humans are space capybaras #FlashWarp

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years ago

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Don't knock it till you try it

Masterlist

Pairing: Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall (technically college AU. I needed to make the road trip scenario plausible.)

Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Word count: 9146 (yes, really...)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering (vaginal, anal - f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex (vaginal, anal, DP - f receiving), masturbation (f), smug and dirty talking Sy, sex in a tent, hint of a size kink (blink and you miss it), silly bets, and an astonishingly solid bromance. I think that's all, but call me if I missed any.

A/N: I've finally really stopped hurting the boys and now we're just going for some nice relaxed sex in a goddamn tent, dammit! Also yeah I'm going to keep imagining the boys in college until the day I die, I don't know why (maybe because I'm young), but just... idk, read it as a memory or something? idk :')

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You were not – by a long shot – the first girl to see the backseat of the beat-up chevy pickup you were sitting in. Fact. A fact so factual, in fact, that Sy hadn’t complained when you demanded he put a blanket down for you to sit on, which told you more than you really wanted to know.

Now, your eyes kept drifting shut to the sound of tires on asphalt and the bickering of soothing baritone voices in the front seat. The outside world consisted of mountain views and clear blue skies, and the fresh breeze of early summer that worked just hard enough to raise goosebumps on skin, but inside this rusty old vehicle the atmosphere was dominated by two pairs of broad shoulders, deep voices, and what you always mockingly referred to as ‘disgusting man sweat’ – always hoping neither of them would ever find out how often you dreamt of licking those salty droplets off their abs after a workout.

Both of them had shown up, first semester, in a class they didn’t have a prayer of passing, and you’d been teamed up with them because of what you then thought to be a hideous trick of fate. Somehow, you whipping them into shape for that tutorial hadn’t put them off you, and what started as whatever the educational equivalent of ‘frenemies’ is, turned into study buddies and eventually friends. The only downside to your friendship was that you chronically had to explain to your entire dorm that, no, you weren’t sleeping with either of them – let alone both of them.

As you still toed the line between asleep and awake, a heavy hand on your knee – belonging to Walter – made a decision for you in favor of consciousness.

“We’re hungry,” he said.

“You’re always hungry,” you grumbled as you reached for the bag of food and snacks on the other side of the backseat. It was a good thing they didn’t bother to deny it, because you would have strangled them both. God forbid you ever left a bag of Doritos out in your dorm. Seconds! Gone!

Sy had the stones to ask for a tuna sandwich. Absolutely the fuck not!

“I’m not opening that bag in this car, Sy.” It already smelled like stale beer and weed in there. Not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’re not allowed to smoke on campus, so this is our only option’ way. That said, adding tuna to the mix would be a complete disaster.

“Suit yourself,” he snapped. You rolled your eyes. For the love of God, it was all of ten minutes past feeding time! Walter snickered as he held out a hand. Turkey on wheat for Walter, BLT for Sy, mozzarella pesto for you. You’d splurged on groceries, because the boys had offered to take the lion’s share of the drive.

“We were thinkin’ of callin’ it a day soon, sugar.” They’d had morning classes, and you were falling asleep while on snack-duty… Plus, you’d agreed to just take it easy the whole drive. It was summer; there was no need to rush home.

Sy pulled off the highway, quickly ending the smooth, rhythmic hum of the tires on the road, until the asphalt finally made way for the crackling of gravel. Without Sy, you never would have found the campsite at which you pulled over. Camping ran through that guy’s veins, as you could tell from the impressive amount of camping gear in the bed of the pickup – all his.

Even though he helped you get out of the truck, you still lost your footing and stumbled into him, leaving Walter grinning to the side of the spectacle, commenting on your horrible clumsiness.

“Dunno,” Sy replied with a sly smile. “Guess she’s just fallin’ for me.” The cheesy joke made Walter stop dead in his tracks.

“I think that’s twenty-five,” he deadpanned, looking at you. In a less-than-sober state, somewhere in the past year, you had made a deal: if either of them managed to make that joke twenty-five times before the end of the year, you’d… Alright, let the records show that when you made that bet, you had been entirely convinced they’d never take you up on the offer to let them kiss you. But they had.

“You’re not gonna hold me to what I said back then, are you?” you asked in a small voice, your cheeks so hot you could probably fry an egg on them. The door of the truck slammed shut behind you, and Sy slowly stepped forward, forcing you to step back, until you were backed up against the truck, with him leaning over you – completely caged in between his solid body and the car.

“Deal’s a deal, sugar.” There was no trace of his usual grin, no hint of the mischievous glint in his eyes that normally told you he was kidding. He just came closer and closer as your eyes went wide – Walter did nothing. Jackass.

Not that kissing Sy was something you didn’t want. Oh no! In fact, it was something a fairly large part of you wanted so badly you thought you might burst. On some days, being close to either of them – let alone both – was torture, where your heart raced every time they came near you, and you unconsciously held your breath when they touched you… And while the guys just freely admitted to having sex dreams about you, you kept the little nugget of truth that you had similar dreams about them, tightly under wraps. Not because you thought they’d tease you about it, or anything, just… No, wait, actually that’s exactly why you didn’t tell them.

A few more seconds passed in which your heart tried its best to jump out of your chest.

“This isn’t funny, Sy,” you snapped on a sharp exhale when his mouth curled at the corners into that signature smirk you loved to hate. Finally able to gather your thoughts as well as your strength, you put your hands on his chest and pushed. It was a good thing he let you go, because if he had decided to stay put, you wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell.

“I want my kiss, sugar,” he called after you as you paced away to… alright, you didn’t actually know where you were going, but away, at least. “One way or another.”

As pissed – or confused – as you were, this was ‘the outdoors’ and therefore absolutely not the type of environment you were well equipped for in any kind of way, thus you decided it was best to stay close – within earshot, at least – to the boys. But they could take care of unpacking and pitching tents and whatever the fuck else needed doing.

“Hey.” Sy sat down next to you on the rock you had claimed, and put an arm around you. This was oddly comfortable, especially compared to the tense situation by the car, earlier. “I was messin’ with ya back there, you know that, right?” Whether it was to make a point, or simply because Walter wasn’t watching – or maybe because the threatening wall of man from before was now your familiar gentle giant again, you had no idea, but you impulsively reached for Sy and kissed him on the cheek. A low chuckle escaped him, and he pulled you closer.

“There’s a trail up to a waterfall we maybe wanted to check out, you in? Easy hike.” The good thing about hanging out with the guys was that they really considered your level of… adventurous ineptitude. If they suggested this hike, it meant they were at least medium convinced you could actually make it there and back in one piece – or that they could make it at least halfway with you on their backs.

The hike led up to a beautiful, clear river, and a spectacular waterfall. Between the smell of the woods, the sun comfortably warm on your skin, and the phenomenal view, this hike had been more than worth it – never mind that you were all sticky and sweaty from trying to keep up with the guys and their superhuman pace.

“On the way back, can we please remember that I have little legs?” you complained as you sank down onto the rock at the river bank the boys had selected to eat yet another sandwich on. Sy hummed, finally contently munching on the tuna sandwich you’d denied him in the car, and Walter laughed. You sat in silence while your friends ate their food, which meant the rock inevitably became too boring for your limited attention span.

What started off as a relatively sure-footed expedition over the rocks that stuck out of the water, inevitably ended with your very accurate portrayal of a soaking wet person regretting most – if not all – of their life choices. Sy sighed and rolled his eyes as he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, taking his sweet time to get up and make his way over to you to fish you out of the water – which he then called ‘refreshing’ instead of ‘freezing fucking cold’. That didn’t improve your mood. Next, Walter had to dive for your phone – which, luckily, could swim, but was still going to be next to useless to you at the bottom of this far-deeper-than-anticipated vein of icy death.

Shivering, covered in goosebumps and with chattering teeth, you stood on the bank of the river.

“Take your shirt off,” Walter commanded, plucking his own off the dry rock.

“What?” you stammered, staring at him in disbelief. Now, that alone would have been just fine, if your eyes hadn’t dropped from his face to his chest. Small droplets of water dripped from his hair and beard onto his shoulders and chest and… somehow trickled down his body in slow motion. If they knew how much willpower it took to lift your eyes to his again, they would never let you live it down. Sy repeated his words from a distance – there went your excuse that Walter had just been talking too softly. Sy was still up to his knees in the river, unbothered by the cold, just hanging out there as if that water didn’t rival the fucking arctic ocean for temperature.

As you looked at him, he started to walk back to the riverside. The sun was starting to set, changing the light in a way that made it look like Sy, much like those fucking drops of water, was moving in slow motion, flecks of sunlight dancing over his skin… These guys were distracting enough when they were dry and dressed, but now that they were wet and half naked, with damp, coarse curls sticking to their chest and abs, catching the water that dripped down from their heads… These boys were fucking with your head. Big time.

“Sugar, take off your shirt, please,” Sy repeated when he stood next to you. “You’re freezin’, let’s get you a dry t-shirt, at least.” Oh. So, they weren’t putting the moves on you. Good to know. Hopefully, your exasperated sigh didn’t give away any of the disappointment you felt. With a little help from Walter, you lifted your soaking top over your head, not caring that they saw you in your bra until it was already too late. Sy used his t-shirt to dry you off a bit, before handing you Walter’s to put on. The whole time, they kept their eyes in decent places, and their hands didn’t wander anywhere they shouldn’t. Now, why did that make you feel sad?

“We should head back,” Walter said – mostly to Sy. The sun disappeared rather quickly, and without the heat from it, that dry t-shirt – save for the two tit-shaped wet spots where your soaked bra touched it – didn’t do much to keep you warm.

By the time you made it back to the campsite, you were shivering again. The walk had done next to nothing to warm you, and your still wet jean shorts chafed painfully against your thighs. Not to mention your thighs were starting to chafe painfully against your thighs. So, the first thing you did was disappear into the tiny single tent that was meant for you – as you had made it abundantly clear that sharing a tent with the boys was out of the question – and change into something dry, warm, and comfortable. The guys did the same, although – as it turns out – their version of ‘warm’ included no shirts. Did they ever get cold?

It was tough enough to keep your eyes off Sy in cargo shorts – although Walter in jeans was just as much of a sight for sore eyes – but now that it was getting dark, the sweats came out to play. You silently thanked Walter for his choice of black sweatpants, because keeping your thoughts out of the gutter was hard enough already. Sy was shamelessly sporting a pair of grey sweats, filling them out just about as nicely as humanly possible as he sat there, getting a fire started. The sly glances and that godforsaken smirk he flung your way from time to time told you that he was more than aware that you were checking him out.

The heat from the fire alone wasn’t enough to warm you up. Sy’s solution was tequila – which helped, but not quite enough, so Walter wrapped you in a blanket, pulling you close to his side as he ran his hands over your arms in an attempt to stop your shivering. At the same time, Sy inched closer, and before you knew it, four arms were wrapped around you.

Apart from being hot, proverbially, these guys were hot in the literal sense, too, warming you up slightly more effectively than the blanket around your shoulders and moderate amount of alcohol in your system. Still, the icy temperatures from the ground you were sitting on seeped into you without mercy. Of course, the boys took notice, both getting the same idea, and each grabbing one of your legs to try and pull you into their respective laps. Needless to say; it didn’t work, and you just ended up with spread legs, sitting between them on the floor. Sy had that twinkle in his eye, that smirk on his face that was dripping with confidence and indecency… You had to get out of there before he could speak!

As you scrambled to your feet, mumbling something about getting another blanket for yourself to sit on, you tripped and fell into Walter’s lap. Of course! You had been keeping score on that bet as well, and you knew you had come here – fucking camping – with both of the guys stuck on twenty-four counts of the same lame fucking joke… This was your fault, really.

To your surprise, however, Walter said nothing – instead, he smiled politely, pulling you into a more comfortable position in his lap.

“You’ve earned it,” you whispered, although you had absolutely no idea why. Maybe because it was the truth, maybe because you just wanted this bet to be over. Either way, it hurt you that he didn’t make the dumb joke, and asked to collect his reward the way Sy had. Hoping to get up before Walter looked into your eyes – where your thoughts were no doubt displayed for everyone to see – you made a move that was entirely too advanced for your mediocre balance and agility, and you crashed down again, this time falling harder than before. As Walter grunted, panic shot through you…

“Darling, I’d ask you if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but so far the only person who got hurt in that process, is me,” he blurted out in a strangled voice, while Sy was losing it next to you, howling from laughter.

Was it the booze? The fire? The tension from this afternoon? The fact that you were sitting in his lap, with his hands maybe a tad too low on your hips, but high enough to not rouse suspicion? Or maybe just your complete lack of self-control? Whatever it was, it caused you to move to straddle his thighs, and without thinking about it for so much as a second, you kissed him. If you’d had a sliver of hope before that Walter would break the kiss after an at least semi-decent amount of time, it was gone now, because the hand on your hip pulled you tighter against him, and his other hand tangled in your hair.

Walter kissed you. It took far more effort than you had ever expected to really let that sink in, but at the same time there was no way around it. He was kissing you, and it was eager, and rough, accompanied by ragged breaths and the occasional moan. It managed to make you forget everything around you. Everything except for Sy – mainly because he let out a pained grunt just as you were about to stick your tongue down Walter’s throat.

“I got a kiss on the cheek, man,” he groaned as he leaned in slightly on one elbow.

Now, if you had been thinking clearly, you would have laughed it off, gotten up and gone to bed. Safe to say, you were not thinking clearly.

Sy’s mouth felt just as good on yours as Walter’s had, with similarly soft lips, a similarly coarse beard scraping your skin, and a similar roughness to him that only wound you tighter. You moaned, your hips unconsciously grinding into Walter’s, his growing hard-on providing extra friction to soothe the ache between your legs. When you briefly opened your eyes to see if Sy was as involved in this as you were, you saw him palm his own erection through his sweats – casually adjusting its position before focusing on you again. In that moment – timed perfectly with a moan from Walter – something inside of you snapped.

“I’m going to bed,” you stuttered as you broke the kiss with Sy, at the same time scrambling to get to your feet – this time succeeding without falling into anyone, and making it to your own tent without a hitch. ‘

Now, if it had been a sober conversation, and it hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere without a sound to be heard for miles other than crickets, the occasional owl, and the crackling of the fire, at least half of it would have been inaudible from where you had pitched your tents. But the boys were too drunk, and their voices too deep and dark – the sound just traveled too far. You could have ignored them. You could have turned around, pulled your sleeping bag over your ears, and pretended to be asleep until it became the truth. Instead, you listened, sometimes straining to understand what they were saying.

“So, who do we say got her first?”

“I’m asking for a do-over.”

“Because it was me?”

“We could just… Y’know…”

“Think she’d go for it?”

“What, both of us? My ex did…”

“But she was nuts.”

“Hey! Okay, fair enough.”

Both of them? Both of them? As in… Separately? Or… Oh, what the fuck did it matter! The answer was yes.

What surprised you most about your thoughts was how completely unsurprised you were by them. Somehow, the idea of sleeping with both Sy and Walter felt as natural as could be, and left you not only stumped, but with another problem that needed tending to…

Without thinking, you slid your hand down your body, and into your sweatpants. Kissing the boys had definitely had its effect on you, you had known that as soon as it had happened, but the extent of the mess between your thighs was still quite surprising. Somehow, tasting both of them, followed by your eavesdropping, had made you dripping wet and craving something more than just your fingers. Unfortunately, they’d have to do.

You thought of that first kiss with Walter, then the one with Sy, then wondered what it would feel like to have those beards scratch the skin of your neck, slowly making their way down to your chest. Would they lick? Bite? Moan? You pictured Sy, eagerly making his way further down, while Walter kept his attention on your chest. Would he be as quiet as he always was? Was Sy as loud as you imagined him to be?

There were so many things to wonder about, besides the obvious size question, that the thoughts consumed you completely as you worked yourself up to your peak. So completely, in fact, that you didn’t hear the guys return to the tents – just as you squealed from pleasure while you came. Hard.

“Fuck, sugar,” Sy said from outside. Walter warned him to stop talking, but he didn’t listen. “Tell me if you want any help.”

It was tempting to say ‘yes’. It was tempting to crawl into that tent and tell them you had heard everything they said by the fire. It was tempting to offer yourself up on a silver platter, hoping they’d make good on their promises from before by fucking the life out of you. But things that are tempting can also still be difficult, so you did nothing. Well, nothing… If ‘dying of embarrassment’ counts as ‘something’, you were definitely not doing nothing.

The sound of your own teeth chattering prevented you from falling asleep, even though you could hardly keep your eyes open. And who knew goosebumps could hurt like this? The boys had warned you beforehand that it would get cold at night, and you’d even told Sy what you had planned on wearing as pajamas, and he’d said you’d be good. Well, you weren’t good. You were covered from head to toe, and you were not – by any definition of the word – ‘good’.

As hard and painful as it was to just lay there and freeze, it was harder to get up, worm your double-socked feet into your sneakers and get out of your tent. Outside, it was pitch black, and the dim light of your phone was barely enough to prevent you from falling flat on your face. You had to credit the boys with their incredible foresight to keep the path from your tent to theirs free of tripping hazards – something you were so delighted in at that moment that you forgot to question whether or not there was some sort of ploy, or whatever in place. Lewd scheme or not, you were glad to make it without a hitch.

“Eh, guys?” you whispered after zipping open the tent and poking your head in.

“Hm? What?” It was Walter – and from Sy’s continued snoring, you deduced that you shouldn’t wait for him to answer; he wasn’t waking up.

“I’m really fucking cold,” you admitted reluctantly. That seemed to wake Walter up a little more…

“Cold? You could go on an expedition to the north pole dressed the way you are!” The sleep-drunk slur of his voice was… adorable, in a way. To his left – no, his right… To his left from where you were standing? The left side of the air-mattress they were on when you looked at it, standing at the foot of the bed, the right side if you were actually lying in… oh for fuck’s sake! Next to him, Sy groaned and turned – although you couldn’t see any of that, because it was very dark.

“The fuck is going on?” he grunted, his voice gravelly and dark – which did a good job of making your knees weak.

“She’s cold,” Walter replied dryly.

“There’s no way,” Sy said in disbelief, “she’s dressed for winter in Alaska.”

“If you two are done mocking me, I’m actually freezing my ass off out here. Do you have an extra blanket or something?” you snapped.

“Sugar, we’re not even wearin’ shirts,” Sy said, his voice steadier now that he was waking up.

“Great, so you put on a shirt, and I’ll take your sleeping bag.” It was a shame they couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but the snippy tone would surely get your point across.

“Or you could just come here, love,” Walter said all of a sudden. There was rustling in the tent and then a dim red light over your heads turned on.

“Interesting choice…” you started, but Walter and Sy chuckled.

“It’s easier on your eyes, sugar.” Shit, Sy was easy on your eyes, god damn. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the way he casually lounged on that fucking mattress right now, with that arm behind his head, eyes half shut…

Walter was sitting up, holding a hand out to you, waiting patiently until you had zipped open the door further – which took so long that he ended up helping you with it. As you got in, he got out, and for a moment you were scared he would offer to leave you with Sy while he took your tent, but after a while he returned holding your backpack and sleeping bag.

The bed was a bit small for the three of you, especially since the guys were so bulky, but you managed to make it work. The only thing was… shivering in between them was hardly more comfortable than shivering by yourself, and now there wasn’t enough space to curl up into a ball and hope for the best.

“Sugar, stop squirmin’, c’mere.” Sy’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, when up until now you’d been trying desperately not to touch either of them. “Alright, I take it back, she is freezin’.” A gesture to Walter you could feel but not see, made him scooch over, too, until his body was flush against yours.

Your heart raced in your throat when warm hands slipped underneath your hoodie, stroking your side and – eventually – your stomach. Somewhere down the line, you forgot how to breathe properly, taking in shallow breaths, hoping the guys wouldn’t notice. Of course, they did, because they were inches away from you.

“You should take this off, sugar,” Sy mumbled into your ear. Every muscle in your body tensed up at the suggestion, and it felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs.

“C-can’t,” you stammered, “I’m not… eh… I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Fairly sure we’ve seen a pair of tits before, love,” Walter replied, right at the time Sy muttered ‘neither are we’, making you laugh. Somehow, all of this seemed innocent – or rather; you were convincing yourself it felt innocent, and any subtext and undertones were a figment of your imagination, instead, when in fact, it was far more likely that it was exactly the other way around…

“Not mine,” you protested, biting your lip as a third hand, belonging to Walter, began to roam your back.

“We’re aware of that,” Sy said, his voice dangerously close to your ear. His breath was hot against your cold skin – a sensation that made you shiver.

“In fact, we try not to think about it. It makes us sad,” Walter said, leaning his forehead against yours, sliding his hand down your back and then up your side until his thumb was less than an inch away from the underside of your boobs.

For a moment, the thought that this was just a tactic to actually warm you up flashed through your head, because – in all fairness – it was working. Every part of you was suddenly glowing, breath quick and ragged in anticipation of whatever it was that would come next. What surprised you, though, was how calm they both seemed. Then again, they had already – unknowingly – admitted to having done this before. If that was where this was headed, which you still didn’t quite know for sure… It was as if the guys were both waiting for something. Waiting for… you.

Your lips trembled as you tilted your head up, Walter taking your hint and pressing his lips to yours. Sy pushed your hair out of the way and latched on to your neck. Neither of them went straight to groping you – not more than they had been up until now – but it was only a matter of time before you felt Walter’s hand creep up to your chest. He broke your kiss, his eyes silently asking for permission, which you gave him with the flash of a smile and a slight nod, gasping when his fingers brushed past your nipple. Despite the rising temperatures in the tent – even though most of that was likely just your imagination – the difference between your skin and Walter’s was striking, and you moaned when his warm hand cupped your breast.

Sy was less subtle by about a million degrees, boldly grabbing as much of your other boob as humanly possible – and he had big hands, so you quickly ran out of tit for him to dig his fingers into.

“Can you take it easy,” you blurted out as you laughed in surprise at his – as far as you were concerned – unwarranted enthusiasm.

“Darlin’, I’ve been dreamin’ of these tits for weeks, throw a man a bone.” He groaned when you backed a hip into him the same way you would have if he had been standing next to you.

“Looks like you’re the one throwing me a bone, Syverson,” you teased when you felt his cock push against your ass. It was a horrible joke; Walter laughed, Sy did not – possibly because he was the one on the receiving end of your mockery. Instead, you heard a low, arrogant chuckle in your ear, that told you exactly how he wasn’t going to give you the upper hand.

“I ain’t throwin’ you nothin’, sugar,” he growled, putting a hand on your hip, gripping you tight. “I’m gonna make you fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Promises, promises.” Teasing the boys was fun when you were studying, because you very clearly had a head start in that department, and they would get frustrated, and it was very cute. But now, sandwiched between their bodies, gone was your head start. Any advantage you had over them, in any other way, was useless here. The worst part? They fucking knew it. It was as if they grew bigger and you got smaller, and you were loving every second of it.

Suddenly, the hands underneath your sweater grew impatient, tugging the fabric up until there was no point in keeping it on. Rough hands turned you on your back, which left you staring up at both guys while they raked their eyes over your naked upper body. The knowledge that they were far from unaffected by you graced you with a sense of pride that helped keep doubts and shyness away as you reveled in their attention and the appreciative grunts and moans they let out as they looked at you.

“Fuck,” Walter muttered, licking his lips, completely focused on your bare skin. He scooched closer to you, grinding his hips into your side as he did, and turned your face to his to kiss you.

It was as eager as before, this time with Sy descending, pressing his lips to your neck, exceeding every expectation you had created in your fantasy from before; their lips were softer, their tongues wetter, and the way the coarse hair felt on your skin better than anything you could ever imagine. You whined and squirmed as their hands glided over your body, paying plenty of attention to your boobs, their fingers treating the soft flesh in remarkably similar ways. After a while, they switched places; Sy kissed you, Walter explored your body, making you gasp into Sy’s mouth as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently on the hardened little bud while his fingers worked the other.

Eventually, he came back up to kiss you, a situation Sy took advantage of by diving straight back between your boobs, this time sliding his hand down your stomach and into your sweatpants – which is when you grabbed his wrist.

“Stop.” Stern and very effective – not that you were about to give the boys any credit for not assaulting you; that sounded like common fucking decency to you, actually. “Before this goes any further; did either of you, with your infinite wisdom and incredible foresight, pack condoms? Because if not…” Before you finished that sentence, both of them sat up and reached for their bag, leaving you there, taken aback by… You didn’t actually know what had you so shocked about this.

Sy made it back to your side first, tucking a handful of condoms beneath his pillow before laying down again. “Oral?” he asked. It was only half the question, but you understood perfectly. You quickly established that everyone was clean, making the short answer to his half-question ‘without’. Sy responded to that agreement by promptly sliding his hand into your pants, not wasting any more time. His fingers slipped between your folds, and he let out a low chuckle.

“For a moment I was worried you didn’t want this as much as we do,” he growled in your ear. “Guess I was wrong.” One quick, skilled swirl of his finger around your swollen clit made you whine – a sound he clearly found very motivational, because his fingers picked up a steady rhythm. You tried to hide your face in Walter’s neck to cover up the sound of your moans, but he caught you and kissed you instead.

Sy somehow found the time to kiss your neck, your jaw, your ear – sinking his teeth into you ever so slightly, stopping just before he hurt you – while he continued what he was doing. His fingers were absolute magic, making you swear under your breath as he effortlessly slipped two of them inside you. Next, he kissed his way down again, not stopping at your breasts, but continuing over your abs, until he reached your sweatpants, pulling them down eagerly without waiting for your permission. Of course, he had it – and you’d had plenty of time to stop him while he was headed there. It’s just that… That was about the very last thing you wanted.

Next to you, Walter kept busy pressing lazy kisses to your neck and jaw, occasionally pulling away to look at you, while he held you and played with your boobs. A few times you tried to move your hand to the bulge in his sweatpants, but he stopped you every time.

“Would you just...”

“Darling, been there, done that. You’ll be useless to me within seconds.” He nodded towards Sy, who was taking a moment to find a decent position between your legs. You raised your eyebrow at Walter, questioning his words, but he didn’t budge. “I’m gonna wait my turn, love.”

“I know this one,” Sy said, running his fingers over the fabric of your thong. You chuckled – he was right; he’d barged into your room one night while you were changing into whatever you were going to wear out to the club, and he’d seen you in your underwear. This underwear. He took his sweet time taking it off, teasing you with kisses on the inside of your thighs, his beard rough against your sensitive skin, until you were almost begging him to keep going. Finally, he pulled your panties down.

“You were right,” he said to Walter, leaving you to wonder what the fuck… “It is her natural hair color.” Oh. You fought the urge to kick Sy – instead, you lightly squeezed your thighs shut around his head. It didn’t seem to bother him. Quite the opposite, in fact.

The urge disappeared altogether when you – finally – felt his tongue on your pussy. He wasn’t subtle, but damn, he was good. Walter had absolutely had a point; barely ten seconds in and you couldn’t keep your eyes open, let alone focus on anything other than the feeling of Sy’s tongue on your clit. He impatiently spread your legs further while mumbling some very dirty things about how much he wanted to taste you. Involuntarily, you chuckled – causing both guys to stop what they were doing and looking at you in suspicion. Lying was pointless; they knew you well enough by now to effortlessly see through that, and you sighed.

“I… eh…” you stammered, unable to find the words.

“Come on,” Walter said, “if you’ve still got things to hide from us now…” He was right, of course, this wasn’t a position you’d have found yourself in at all if you hadn’t been so comfortable with – and hot for – these guys. Then again, you were already exposed and vulnerable… Why make that worse?

You hid your face in Walter’s neck as you just said what was on your mind without thinking about it: “I always imagined you to be the quiet one and Sy the loud one.”

“Always?” Sy teased you. His usual cocky attitude transferred seemly to the bedroom – or… tent – as it would seem. Except now, for once, you had a decent shot at shutting him the fuck up – although you did have a feeling you were going to like his smug confidence for a change. Sy had been growing out his buzzcut for a few weeks now, which made his hair just about long enough to grab – a fact you used to your advantage when you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back to where you wanted it.

“That’s just going to make it harder to answer the question, darling,” Walter muttered next to you while drawing circles around your nipples with impatient fingers.

“Fuck!” you shrieked as Sy’s tongue hit your clit just right – a note he took to heart, because he didn’t leave that spot again, leaving you wishing that all men were that smart. Because why – for the love of God – did they always change their approach as soon as they found a spot you let them know you really liked? Right… The question at hand… “You really thought it was just the two of you dreaming about me?” They had to be smart enough to figure out what you meant on their own, right? The flustered look on Walter’s face told you enough, as did the deep chuckle and gentle bite on the inside of your thigh.

Apparently fed up with your conversation, Sy doubled down on his efforts, eating you out like a man starved, more chuckles escaping him as he watched you pull his pillow over your face in an attempt to keep quiet. ‘Attempt’ because you still failed quite horribly when he pushed two fingers into your pussy and curled them, finding your g-spot without any effort. The orgasm that followed was the kind of toe-curling, earth-shattering, life-changing thing that made you really mad at yourself for one particular reason…

“Jesus fucking Christ, I should have taken you up on your offer when my useless ex broke up with me,” you moaned as Sy made his way up again, pulling in the pillow that you had haphazardly thrown aside – after you were done screaming, that is – so you could catch your breath. Sy immediately pulled you on top of him, kissing you hard and deep, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was something that had always made you feel weird and – if you were being perfectly honest – mildly disgusted when it had been your ex doing it, but there was something about the way Sy had gone down on you, and the way he was kissing you now, something unapologetic, passionate, and enthusiastic, that made you want to kiss him.

In fact, you were just about to commit to the bit when someone – and that someone had to be Walter – grabbed you by your hips and dragged you back until you were on your knees. You tried to lie down again as you heard him rummage around, looking for something – the obvious, really. The smack on your ass made you shriek in surprise, only making you slightly worried that either sound would have been audible well outside the tent.

“Stay there,” Walter’s husky voice commanded. “My turn.” Maybe he was the quiet one, but when he did speak… Oh my! You didn’t dare to move a muscle, leaving you sitting there, exposed as you heard the pretty familiar crinkling of foil. Shortly after, you felt the tip of Walter’s cock glide along the length of your slit. He teased you for a moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you. Sy laughed as your eyes went wide, and he grabbed your hand, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. Jackass. As soon as you got a good sense of what he was equipped with, you squealed. Not with any particular emotion in mind, just… Right now, you didn’t know what to think. In fact, Walter was well on his way to at least semi-permanently turning the whole thinking-function of your brain off.

“You alright, love?” Walter asked as he slowly pushed further into you.

“So far so good,” you moaned, “but I hope you’re running out of dick, because I’m running out of places to put it.” Cue roaring laughter from both guys…

“If you ever wonder why we love you,” Sy said, his sentence interrupted by more laughter, “that, right there. That’s why.”

You wanted to respond to that, you really did, but Walter pulling out of you already left you breathless, meaning all you could do was gasp when he slammed back into you. You’d never pictured either of them to be gentle. Concerned for your comfort, sure, but not tender. You’d been right. Luckily, gentle lovemaking was very low on your list of priorities in this particular situation – or ever – which meant you reveled in the brutish attention you got and soon found yourself wanting to beg Walter to fuck you harder.

Sy, as vocal as he’d been before, turned out to also be a champion in impatiently nudging your hand, vaguely suggesting he wanted you to do something, and for a moment it felt like you were about to regain some control of the situation, but no… He was also not above manhandling you into a position where your face hovered over his crotch, and taking his dick out himself once he got really fed up with your stalling. With your eyes wide, you looked at him – something he enjoyed for a moment before tapping the tip of his cock to your lips.

“Don’t make me ask, Sugar,” he growled. As much as you wanted to protest and act out, with Walter fucking the attitude out of you, there was nothing you could do but open your mouth and carefully wrapping your lips around him. The chuckle you let out as Sy grunted appreciatively when you swirled your tongue around his cock was interrupted by your own moan when Walter did… whatever it was that he did to cause it.

Slowly but surely, you made your way further down Sy’s dick, until a particularly violent thrust from Walter threw you off, accidentally forcing Sy deeper than you could handle. Choking and sputtering, you moved away from Sy, only scared for a moment that he’d be disappointed, but he had a different reaction – similar to Walter’s: checking to see if you were okay. Again, you were not in the habit of handing out bonus points for normal behavior, but it was nice, regardless.

“I’m fine,” you said between ragged breaths. “Note to self: deepthroating while getting railed from behind; bad idea.” The guys laughed, and as soon as you’d caught your breath, you joined them.

“There’s one way we all get attention without any risk of choking,” Sy mentioned casually, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively. Yes, you knew what he meant instantly, but… both of them? At the same time? All it took to convince you to at least give it a try was Walter slipping out of you, leaving you empty and nowhere near sated. One of Sy’s sly glances was a question to Walter, who ‘hmmph’-ed. You didn’t like the sound of that, per se, and looked over your shoulder to see what he was on about.

“Definitely depends,” he said, taking your lack of an immediate ‘absolutely the fuck not’-reaction as a sign you were considering it. And he was correct in that interpretation of the situation. “There’s a time and place for first time anal, and this is not it.” That was a sentiment you could absolutely get behind. Luckily, it didn’t matter, because it was hardly applicable. You assured the guys you had plenty of experience in that area.

Another potential spanner in the works that Sy mentioned, was the lack of lube. Somehow, Walter surprised you by mentioning you should have some with you – you did, but how did he know that?

“You use it to keep your hair from going frizzy,” he deadpanned. You looked at him as if you’d seen a ghost, while Sy looked at you as if you’d gone completely nuts.

“What?” you said, turning to Sy again. “It works!” With one hand, you reached for the strap of your backpack, pulling it towards you so you could look for the bottle. It was just under half full, but that should be enough…

Walter wasn’t stingy with the stuff, which was a good thing. There were few things more annoying to you than continuously having to tell a guy to use more lube. One, then two, then three fingers disappeared into you without a hitch, and although the fourth was a nice reminder that you had to relax, that went over without too much trouble as well. Somehow, somewhere in your mind, the fact that Walter seemed to know exactly what he was doing irked you – it was completely hypocritical of you, for obvious reasons, but right now the thought of him with anyone else made you mad.

The boys laughed when you voiced the absurd thought, and Sy didn’t neglect to point out that they hadn’t been too happy about several of the ‘scum’ (yes, really) you’d gotten together with in the time they’d known you. It was a weird thing to be joking about with two of your closest friends while one of them had several fingers stuck up your ass, but at the same time it felt very natural and on-brand for your relationship with the guys.

You whined when Walter pulled his fingers out, making Sy chuckle in a way you didn’t like at all.

“Maybe we should go to sleep,” he suggested with a smug grin on his face that only widened when you told him you were definitely not going to do that. “Why not, sugar?”

Fuck, he was making good on that promise from before. Now, of course, you could convince yourself that begging for cock was beneath you, and you weren’t going to do it, but that would leave you – relatively – unfucked, which was… not desirable, to say the least. Or you could admit to yourself and them how much you wanted both of them inside of you, and have a great time.

Somehow, the red light that no one had bothered to turn off – luckily, as everything you had been doing so far would have been more or less impossible in the dark – already made the tent feel like… a brothel, quite frankly, you put your doubts aside and looked at Sy.

“We’re not going to sleep, because you’re not done fucking me,” you said, giving him your best bedroom eyes. Sy seemed impressed at first, but his eyes flitted to Walter and…

A strong hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up until your back hit Walter’s chest. His arm reached around, grabbing you by your throat – lightly, almost as if to ask for permission, but demanding.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. Down on the air mattress, Sy smirked up at you, making it painfully obvious that you wouldn’t get out of this, no matter how hard you tried. You quickly scanned your brain for all your options, sadly coming up completely empty. No matter which way you sliced it, they were going to come out on top.

“I want you to fuck me,” you snapped, “both of you.” A sarcastic chuckle behind you and Sy shaking his head as he looked up at you told you that that wasn’t good enough. After a deep breath, your voice softened as you spoke again, finally saying the word they wanted to hear: “Please.”

For a long, dull moment all you really heard was the sound of two more condoms being unwrapped, and the top of the bottle of lube clicking. Then, Sy pulled you towards him. As soon as you felt his tip at your entrance, you sat down, fighting the urge to slap him when he threw a smirk and that godforsaken horrible wink your way. Under normal circumstances you considered yourself very well versed in resisting that desire, but today… He laughed when your palm landed lightly on his cheek and thrust up into you for good measure, making you squeal and fall over. Luckily, he caught you just in time.

Just as you wanted to sit up again, Walter put a hand on your back. Right. In that little moment of silliness, you’d almost forgotten what the endgame was, but now that you felt Walter’s cock pushing against your ass…

“Keep talking to us, okay?” Sy whispered softly as he saw your expression change. He cupped your cheek, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. “Breathe.” You took his advice immediately – no doubt a nice change of pace for him, as he was used to your stubbornness at this point – taking a few deep breaths. It wasn’t until the third or fourth one that Walter moved, slowly pushing into you. Keeping your eyes open was absolutely impossible, the sensation of both of them filling you up at the same time too much to even really wrap your head around. “Sugar, you okay?”

“Uhuh.” You nodded, showcasing your current full extent of your ability to answer. When Walter moved, you swore under your breath – when they both moved you hid your face in Sy’s neck and let out a loud moan, followed by an out-of-breath ‘fuck yes’, and that was all the confirmation they needed.

They established a rhythm suspiciously quickly, pumping in and out of you in sync. Yeah. They’d definitely done this before. As you pushed the thought away and focused on the incredible sensations of their cocks moving inside of you, their eager – and mostly greedy – hands on your hips, shoulders, ass, thighs, and tits, you felt a familiar pressure inside of you.

“Don’t stop,” you blurted out – and the boys seemed more than happy to oblige. With one little disclaimer…

“Make it quick, love… Not gonna last,” Walter grunted, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips. It hurt, causing you to swat at his hand, which made him relax his grip a bit. Judging from Sy’s rapid breaths and a concentrated look on his face that gave away just how much difficulty he was having with keeping his rhythm steady, he was getting pretty damn close, too. In fact, pretty much the second their thrusts dragged you over the edge, both of them grit their teeth and gave in to their own pleasure, growling profanities as they came.

The boys were nice enough to handle most of the cleanup for you – which was, given that you were camping, largely a matter of wet wipes, which was definitely not even close to the shower you would have loved to take right about now. And you couldn’t really appreciate Sy’s joke about a lovely, refreshing river near where you were, either.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you yawned, turning around in the middle of the bed, wrapping your sleeping bag tightly around your shoulders. It didn’t take the guys long to join you, and soon you were sandwiched between them again, strong arms wrapped around you – clearly not planning on letting go anytime soon.

Walter pressed his lips to your shoulder and let out a low chuckle. “Still cold, darling?”

The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed, in a tent that was already slightly warmer than comfortable, with just your sleeping bag on it. The guys had somehow already managed to worm theirs into the tiny little bags they came in, and all without waking you. Then again, it was safe to say that by now they’d proven themselves to be experts in the field of putting pretty big things in relatively tiny places…

For a moment, you wondered if you should feel weird about getting up and going outside, seeing the guys, but something about the whole thing felt so oddly natural that you didn’t give it a second thought.

“Mornin’, sugar,” Sy said as he held out some coffee to you when you joined him on the ground by the fire, where you’d spent the start of last night, as well. The two of you called Walter over, who was just about done putting your tent – the one that had been meant to be yours, anyway – away. He tossed the bag into the bed of the truck as if it weighed nothing – and maybe it indeed didn’t, you wouldn’t know, because you hadn’t touched the entire thing – and made his way over to you, gratefully taking the other cup of coffee Sy had poured.

You knew better than to try striking up a conversation with either of them before they’d finished their morning coffee – it was so bad that whenever you had classes together in the mornings, you showed up there with two double espressos for them and a latte for you, because if you didn’t do that, they’d just grouch and snap at you all the way through the first half of class.

It was all the more surprising, then, when Sy suddenly asked Walter a very unexpected question: “Have you ever kissed a dude?” The answer was no, he hadn’t - to which followed an even more surprising question: “Ever wanted to try it?”

The casual energy of the shrug with which Walter answered that question was absolutely unmatched by anything you had ever seen, and you stared at the guys, wide-eyed as they leaned in until their lips touched. It wasn’t just a quick peck, either! No, there was tongue involved in this… And by the end of it?

“Eh,” Walter said, “not for me.” Sy agreed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, completely taken aback by the unexpectedness of what had just happened. “What? You can’t just… Stick your tongue down your friend’s throat and then casually decide… What?”

“Hey,” Sy said, his tone still infuriatingly indifferent, “don’t knock it till you try it.”

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