#luckily I seem (very tentatively saying this) to be getting a little better

[jellynotbees]

Sorry for the people in my inbox I haven’t answered yet I had a mild health crisis and wanted to deal with that first before diving in

[hyukalyptus]

or else what? —hueningkai x fem!reader | enemies to enemies with benefits(?). NSFW/MDNI!

cw. mean dom!kai, reader and kai are mean to each other, feat. soob and yj and their partners for a very short amount of time (not in smut part tho), camping, reader is a type A boss bitch kinda person, mentions of rain, kissing, hair pulling, mean names (slut, stupid, dumb, loser), pet names (baby), sex, light restraining, ruined orgasms, biting, nipple play, some dacryphilia, maybe a lil bit of publicness? (theyre at a campsite but implied no one else can hear anything), creampie, reader is embarrassed that she did stuff w kai and tells him, reader has a dog, reader is good at video games, chubby!reader implied, lmk if i missed anything! notes. im usually not one for mean stuff, im way more of a softie, so i tried something new but im quite nervous about it. oh! and this is based off a thought i posted the other week. lmk what ya think ;) smut under cut. wc. 4.1K

“Why are you being nice to him?” You snap at your dog who is currently greeting your friends at your front door. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, of course, but they have taken a particular liking for Kai. Apparently, you’re the only person in the world that hates him. Kai that is. The constant laughing, the sickeningly sweet optimism, and his sheer humility—it all screams fake to you.

You hate every little thing about him and he hates you right back. The way you disagree with everything he says just because, how you’re always pointing out when he’s wrong, how you seem to be depressingly pessimistic. You put up with each other for the sake of your friends—not everyone in every friend group has to get along, right? 

“Nice to see you too.”

“Someone separate them please?” Soobin asks. “I can’t deal with another argument right now.” He rubs his temple out of caution.

Everyone’s over for a game night—Soobin, his partner, River, as well as Yeonjun, and your best friend, Sage, who has been in an on-again-off-again relationship with him since they met. Right now, they’re off, but definitely still friendly. 

“How about some Smash Bros?”

“No,” you say to Kai. “Mario Kart.” 

“River and I have been talking about playing Smash Bros all day.”

“Not my problem.”

“How about we take a vote?�� He suggests. You reluctantly agree, watching as you’re the only one that raises your hand to play Mario Kart before you glare at Sage, guilting them into voting for it too. Regardless of their vote, though, it’s still four against two. Kai sticks out his tongue at you just to rub it in your face. God, you hate it when he wins. 

“Maybe you should stop pouting,” Sage says, nudging your shoulder. “Beat him in the next round. You know you’re better than anyone here.” You take the opportunity to easily—and quickly—beat Kai in a one-on-one match. Now it’s his turn to pout while he grabs a snack. 

Luckily, everyone makes it through the night without any blood or tears shed but when the group’s annual camping trip comes up, the cold weather mixed with the prolonged close proximity to people leads to a grumpy Kai arguing with an even grumpier you. 

The reason behind the initial argument is long forgotten—you’re seemingly arguing over anything and everything from you stopping too often to take pictures to him taking sips from your water bottle, which he insists was an accident. Everyone’s keeping you two as far apart from each other as possible, with him leading the pack and you bringing up the rear. 

“It looks like it’s gonna rain soon,” River points out. “We should probably set up camp.” Everyone agrees, setting sights for the campsite. 

“What do you think about this spot over here, Sage?” You ask but are immediately answered with the guiltiest look from them, eyes glancing between you and Yeonjun. “Don’t tell me.” You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day. “You’re back together?” You ask quietly.

“Please don’t be mad,” they say. “It’s going really well this time.” 

“I didn’t bring another tent.” 

“Kai’s tent is huge,” Sage says, loud enough for Kai to hear, as if they’re making a suggestion to him. “Can she stay with you?” 

“I thought Yeonjun was sleeping in my tent.” 

“I was gonna stay in Sage’s,” Yeonjun responds, with an attempted wink. Everyone looks between each other, dodging each other’s eyes, no one wanting to give in. Everyone’s desperate to stay with their partners but you and Kai are desperate to not spend a single second alone together. Soobin and River won’t budge. Sage’s pleading eyes looking at you added to the pleading eyes Yeonjun sends Kai, you look at each other before he finally agrees—

“Fine,” Kai says, dropping the poles to the ground. “You gotta finish setting it up though. I’m gonna go get some water and refill the cooler with ice,” he says, leaving you with an impossible task. There’s a reason you didn’t bring your own tent.

Struggling with the tent for at least thirty minutes, it’s even less put together than when Kai turned the task over to you. The two couples have snuggled into their tents for the night and the drizzle is quickly turning into a downpour. Soaked, cold, and annoyed, Kai’s making his way back to you, anger etched all over his face when he doesn’t have a dry tent to walk into. 

“Do you not know how to put a tent up?”

“No, actually I don’t.”

“I could’ve set up three tents by now,” he says, but doesn’t have time to be much madder—he’s gotta get a roof over his own head. Without speaking, he takes over completely, getting it up in about ten minutes. It would’ve been quicker if he didn’t have to work in the rain. 

Settling in, you try to dry the parts of the interior that got wet from the rain, but it doesn’t help much. He peels off his now-soaked shirt and searches for a dry one. 

“Ah, that was my last t-shirt.”

“I’m sorry. I tried—”

“I don’t care,” he stops you, holding his hand up.

Falling silent, you change the subject, “What took you so long anyway?”

“I was talking to someone at the ice machine for a while,” he says matter-of-factly, holding up his laptop. “Wanna watch a movie before bed?” 

“No.” You lay your head on the stupid camping pillow hoping for some rest. But your plan is disrupted by the blaring trumpets of a movie intro. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Watching a movie.” 

“Turn it off.” 

“I didn’t ask for permission to watch it,” he points out. “I asked if you wanted to join me.”

“Isn’t it gonna bother the other campers?”

“Doubt they can hear it.”

Frustrated, you roll over and cover your ears. You thought you could sleep through anything, especially with the rain pouring outside, but you were wrong. Eventually, you give up, throwing your pillow down and slamming his laptop shut.

“What are you doing? You asshole—” he snaps, glaring at you. 

“Me? You’re the ass for not letting me sleep,” you fire back, narrowing your eyes. 

“I wasn’t supposed to have you in here anyway,” he mutters. 

“I’m not an asshole,” you say defensively.

“Yes, you are,” he spits. “You always have to have it your way.”

“I’m not having this argument with you,” you say, turning away and trying to block out his escalating anger. You pull the thin camping blanket over your head, desperate for some peace.

He huffs, clearly frustrated, but you ignore it. The sound of rain tapping against the tent becomes your only solace. Minutes pass in silence, each second stretching longer than the last. You can feel his restless energy beside you, the tension almost palpable.

“I can't believe you. You're so annoying,” he says. 

You simply lay there, trying to block out the muttering under his breath. The stickiness of the damp sleeping bags and the cold camping pillow are ridiculously uncomfortable.

Remembering the clean, dry blankets you have stored in the trunk of your car for emergencies and you get up to grab them silently, ignoring his insults. Returning with them, his eyes light up and he asks, “Where did you get those?”

“My car,” you answer nonchalantly, setting up your new bed. You try to salvage what you can of the sleeping bag to have some kind of barrier between the damp tent floor and your blanket, but it’s not perfect. Eventually settling on the makeshift bed, you can feel Kai staring at you through your closed eyelids. “Can I help you?” You ask without opening them.

“Aren’t you gonna share those with me?”

“Why would I?”

“You’re the one that got our other blankets and the tent all wet.” 

“Not my fault you didn’t bring back-up.”

He exasperates, clearly done with you and all your…what does he call it? Selfish nonsense? “I can’t believe I have to share a tent with you. And you get it all wet in here and won’t even share the dry blankets with me?” 

“You think I'm happy about this either?" Your arms flail before you go on one of your famous rants. “I don’t even like camping but I come along with Sage because they’re my best friend and I was looking forward to spending time alone with them to talk but because they decided to start fucking Yeonjun again I have to sleep in a tent with you, which you make me put together even though I don’t know how to put it together so its disgusting in here and you expect me to share my blankets with you? You’re never nice to me why the fuck would I share them with you? You’re always making me look like a bitch in front of everyone when I know you’re just—”

Kai suddenly yanks you by your elbow and says, “Would you please just shut up?” 

Seeing him this mad…you don’t know if he’s ever looked like this. Red in the face, eyebrows furrowed, not to mention he’s still shirtless since all his clothes are soaked. You look over his body—you’ve never seen him before—and you realize just how muscular he is. Broad-shouldered, defined pecs and ripples in his arms, particularly the one gripping you so harshly. 

You smirk at him before saying, “Make me." Looking over your face, he doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it's anger or frustration or the ambiance from the sound of rain against the tent and the small camping lamp, but he can’t help it. 

Crashing his lips into yours, you’re taken by surprise. You feel the power his plush lips give off, but only for a second before you push him off. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“I don’t–I don’t know, I, uh…” He stutters, trying to find something—anything—to say, but no luck. Looking at each other, something clicks like we need to have each other now. 

You pull him to you by cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips into his quickly, eagerly, desperately. Hands in his hair, his on your hips, he squeezes your chubby thighs, wanting more, but—

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s happening? You and I are making out?” He asks, shock etched across his face as his eyebrows furrow. 

“Well, not anymore.” You look at him confused. “Did you forget you’re the one that kissed me first?”

“That was just so you’d shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me. I see you staring at my tits all the time.” You smirk at him and his eyes shift, admitting guilt. Realization hits you. “...Is that why you’re such an ass to me? Because you’re sexually frustrated whenever you’re around me? Do you…like me?”

“No,” he says defensively. “I hate you actually. You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “But the most annoying part about you is how much I wanna fuck you.” Your eyes widen, but a smile slowly spreads across his face before he asks, “Is that why you’re such an ass to me?” Leaning in closer, he examines your face, looking for any sign of weakness. “It is, isn’t it?” You shake your head. “Say it.” 

“Kai.”

“I wanna hear you say you want me.”

The quickest, most disingenuous, “I want you,” comes out of your mouth. Did you really just say that? It’s not like you haven’t noticed how handsome he’d gotten recently, but it’s also not like you’ve ever thought about doing anything. Before tonight, the thought of him even touching you made your skin crawl. But right now, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more. Reaching for him, you add, “Now shut up and fuck me.” 

Still shirtless from when he peeled off the wet fabric a few minutes ago, he tugs at the hem of your tank top. Slipping it off you, his eyebrows raise at your bare chest—full and needing to be squeezed, which he does immediately. Your nipples perky and hard from arousal and the cool air are simply begging to be sucked. His warm, welcoming and wet lips wrapped around one elicit a sound from you that you hope is covered by the rain outside. 

The others would never let you live it down if they heard you two fucking. 

Mouths all over—his on your nipples and your collarbone, yours on his mouth and his shoulders—it’s a whirlwind of kisses and pure lust. 

“I hate you,” you murmur, adding a nice hair tug for good measure. 

“I hate you too,” he responds. “So much.” The tent, damp from the rain and hot breath warms you up, skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Sleeping bags and blankets ruffle underneath your bodies as you rush to undress each other fully. “You’re so fucking stupid,” he says against your ear. “Don’t even know how to put up a tent. Need my help for everything?”

“You’ve never been any help to me,” you respond. “Plus, we wouldn’t have gotten rained on so much if you didn’t get lost leading everyone. Need your phone for everything? Can’t even handle one short hike? Good for nothing,” you spit. “Except…you’re kind of a good kisser.”

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

“Don’t lie,” you smirk. “I’m an incredible kisser.” He may roll his eyes but he heads straight back for more. “But you’re taking too long. Hurry up,” you say between kisses. Grazing his hand down your hip, he slides two fingers between your pussy lips and—

“You’re that wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you? Desperate slut.” You grab his cock, making him jerk forward, his mouth dropping open.

“You’re already that hard and I’ve barely even touched you? Horny loser.” Without warning, he lines himself up at your entrance and shoves his cock inside you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

Covering your mouth, he leans down, gracing his lips over your earlobe before whispering, “You never shut the fuck up, do you?” And he’s relentless. Fucking you fast and hard, whispering mean, dirty shit in your ear, shivers rolling down your spine at every syllable. “You don’t deserve to feel this good.”

“And you think you deserve this pussy?” You fire right back. Although, he does seem to be winning with the sheer amount of moaning coming from your mouth compared to his controlled sounds and expert movements. You try your best to compose yourself before saying, “A dumb fuck like you doesn’t deserve to even touch my skin.”

“Is that why you gasp when I pinch your nipples?” He asks. You narrow your eyes at him. But he definitely proves himself right. Rolling your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, basking in the chills it gives you, clearly sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You reach to touch his broad chest but he stops you. “Nuh-uh. Hands to yourself,” he says, gripping your wrists harshly and pinning them to the ground. 

Suddenly, you’ve never wanted to touch someone more in your life. The way his skin glistens, muscles looking so strong, a bead of sweat drips between his pecs and you swear you clit twitches. Honestly, you’re in shock. What do you usually do with your hands? Since when has he been like this? An absolute slut? A mean slut at that. But you love it. 

Your hands stay at your side after he moves to squeeze your body again but you can’t help but reach up—you’re desperate to touch him. He halts, lifting his fingers off your tits. 

“Every time you try to touch me without permission, I’ll stop touching you,” he says. You surrender, putting your hands under your back. “Good girl.”

Fuck. That felt nice too. Being degraded is one thing, but getting rewarded for following directions? That’s delicious. Heat rushes to your ears. 

“Please—”

“Ah,” he places his pointer finger over your lips. “I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” You make a show of keeping your mouth closed. “You learn so fast, hm?” You smile—a genuine giddy smile. “So cute,” he whispers, placing a thumb on your clit, circling it gently. 

But when a weak little, “Fuck,” slips out of your mouth, he stops.

“Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head. Running a thumb across the apple of your cheek, he gives you a look somewhere between my pathetic little slut and you’re being such a good girl for me. 

Keeping your mouth shut, your body is in complete bliss, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure his cock and hands are giving you. You’re positively drunk on his cock, letting him do whatever he wants to you—touch you here, lick and bite you there, kiss on this, suck on that—not only to be his good little slut, but because it feels fucking incredible. He knows what he’s doing, you’ll give him that. 

Then you feel it, your orgasm is slowly approaching, every move he makes pushes you closer and closer to the edge. And he knows it. The little whimpers you make, trying to hold back. The twitches your clit makes. The pulses of your pussy. 

“Aw,” he starts condescendingly. “Is my good little slut gonna come for me?” You nod rapidly, being sure to keep your mouth shut and movements under control. The last thing you want right now is a punishment. Or maybe it’s the thing you want most? The lines are too blurred to tell. “Say it.”

You can barely mumble it, but you manage to croak out, “You’re gonna make me come, Kai.”

“Good girl.” He doesn’t change a single thing. It creeps closer and closer until you can feel your body start to tip over. And then he does something…expected? Surprising? Honestly, you’re not so sure anymore. He stops, your orgasm so close to crashing over you, ruined by this son of a bitch. 

Tears form in your eyes. Was he really doing this to you? This annoying, stupid fucking jerk you’ve hated for years making you cry over his cock? 

“That’s for being such a goddamn nuisance since the day I met you.” 

What do you do now? Be a jerk to him? Overpower him and pin him down? Sit there like a hole needing to be fucked? You decide to go for the last option, hoping he’ll make you come as fast as he can. Although, truthfully, you feel like one swipe across your clit would make you finish you at this point. 

“Tell me you don’t deserve me.” You keep your mouth shut. Gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, you stare at his eyes. He chuckles like he’s proud of you before he says, “You may speak.” 

“I don’t deserve you.” He squeezes harder, almost like he’s saying that’s not enough. “I don’t deserve to feel this good. I don’t deserve your cock. I don’t deserve…anything.” 

“Good girl.” He loosens his grip around your throat. He’s done with his fun now. The ache in both of your bodies is getting unbearable and he’s determined to make you come first. Which he supposes he already did, despite ruining it for you. But he’s gotta get you back to that place before he gets there first.

Returning to the hard and fast pace of fucking you like he was a few minutes ago, his cock slams in and out and out of your pussy, ripples running down your thighs, ass, tits, everywhere. He stares in awe of your perfect tits bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts. 

Your mouth opens and closes like you want to say something, but if you speak without permission, he may stop. You decide to take a chance anyway. 

“Kai…” you squeak out through the rough movements. He responds with a sweet yet sinister smile that says you may speak. “You are gonna let me come, right?”

His eyebrows furrow, face full of pity. He asks, “You think I should?”

“You better or I’ll…” You trail off.

“You’ll what?” He stops moving, therefore earning a pathetic whine from you, trying to protest without words. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Now what’s a good punishment for him? Clearly, he’s used to being the one punishing his sexual partners—you wonder how his other subs have dealt with him being a jerk. You don’t want to overpower him like you thought you did. There’s something about being pinned down like this, letting him do whatever he wants, not having to move an inch. You’re such a powerful woman everywhere else—the type A personality type, which you admit can get overwhelmingly exhausting. 

Letting someone take full control over you like this—it’s relaxing. You wonder how much he’s enjoying himself but you notice the way his eyes flutter when you simply tighten your pussy around his cock, how he hasn’t stopped touching you since you finally let him, hell, he kissed you first. Of course he’s enjoying this. And bingo—you’ve got just enough control to get what you want. 

“I’ll never let you fuck me like this again.” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, it's like he knows that you caught him in the act of something. Cocking his head to the side, he asks, “We can’t let that happen, now can we?”

Somehow, the energy shifts to be even more desperate. Taking out years and years of frustration from hating each other while simultaneously wanting to have sex. Fucking as fast as your bodies will let you, the tent fills with the absolutely obscene noises coming from your mouths. The only reason you aren’t holding back is because the rain beating against the plastic tent and the occasional thunder thankfully covers most of it. 

When one of his thumbs finds your clit, you feel like you’re floating. The air falls out of your lungs, pleasure taking over your body as you relax into your orgasm. You’re drunk, high on his cock and the only thing you’re seeing are stars and that stupid smirk plastered across his face. It rips through your body like lightning, shooting out your toes and fingertips. 

“Talk to me,” he says breathlessly in your ear. But you can’t. You can only manage strangled noises to let him know you’re having an incredible orgasm. 

Coming down from your high, though, you finally say, “Fuck, that felt so good.” 

“Tell me how good.”

“You made me feel so…so fucking good, Kai,” you say, shaking your head, unsure of what else to tell him. Call it post-nut clarity, but why the hell were you having sex with him again? Honestly, who cares? He’s actually pretty hot and he’s damn good at this too. What happens after this? Enemies with benefits? Never mention it again? You make a note to come back to this with him later. But right now, you need to get to the matter at hand. “Why don’t you tell me how good I feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he says. “Your pussy might be the only thing I like about you.” He chuckles, his mouth dropping open, undeniably close to his own orgasm. “Well, maybe your pussy and your tits.” Burying his face between them, he bites down on the plush, groaning against your skin. 

“I need you to come inside me, Kai. Please.” 

“Keep talking to me like that.”

And you do. Giving him praise, touching him in all the right places, putting on a show for him. With a few final thrusts, he groans, whispering something you don’t catch, but you feel it. Him coming inside you with a sexy groan, covering your chest in the sloppiest of kisses and bites. 

Catching his breath, he whispers breathlessly, “Damn. That was good.” Sliding out of you, an awkwardness catches up with the two of you. You push yourself up on your elbows, attempting to gather your thoughts. His eyes are still dark with desire as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk. 

“Listen,” you say, covering your chest with your blanket. “This can’t happen again.” His smile drops.

“What?”

“The fact that we did that,” you gesture between the two of you, “never leaves this tent, you hear me?” Cocking his head to the side, he nods awkwardly. “No one can find out about this. God, I’d be so embarrassed. Let’s just…get some sleep.” 

Did you forget about what he said?

Or I’ll never let you fuck my like this again. Using that as a threat if he didn’t let you come meant you wanted to do it again, no? Slowly putting on his boxers again, he agrees, turning away from you to try and get some sleep but, all of a sudden, there’s too much on his mind. 

[hanafubukki]

Yuu being a little afraid of being pregnant, but the world of twisted wonderland has much better healthcare and overall treats children better

They're not getting any younger and neither is Lilia, so why not have a baby before they become too old to engage and raise them?

It doesn't take long, between the prescribed gummies from Riddle (their family doctor and old friend) and Lilia's ahem- enthusiasm, they start showing signs 2 months after they popped the question to Lilia

They remember how Lilia literally flew with joy when they told him they're ready. Of course after the initial joy they started discussing how they will go on about this, how Yuu will probably need to go on a vitamin rich diet, start doing pregnant yoga and require daily massages the farther along they get.

However Yuu's pregnancy seems to get harder everyday. A fact so alarming that they bring it up at their next checkup

"well? How's everything?" Lilia asked tentatively

"weeellll...." Riddle began with a sigh as he discarded the gloves " I have some good news and some.... neutral news?"

"neutral news?"

"I'll start with the good news!" He quickly added

"Good news is the baby's healthy! The growth rate is normal and they seem to be doing well"

"and the neutral news???"

Riddle but his bottom lip wincing "Neutral news is... The babies are healthy. Plural. There's 3 in there."

"...what"

Yuu and Lilia's faces were complete opposites. Moving at the same time, Yuu's face pulled into a horrified open mouth look while Lilia couldn't hide his grin. He fixed his expression once he noticed Yuu's horror.

"Luckily, we have magic here that'll make your labour be as easy as blinking, however you'll need to eat more. The reason why you've been exhausted is because you were only eating on account of one baby, sometimes if you're not consciously aware of the fact you're pregnant the body will not experience any additional cravings. In your case, you weren't aware just how pregnant you are"

"I.... How did this even happen- I mean what are the chances????"

"are we happy with this?" Riddle asked, looking only at Yuu with a gaze that told them they're his only priority

Yuu held eye contact and thought about it.

"...Yes. It'll be difficult but I want this"

Riddle smiled at both Yuu and Lilia. After everything, they deserved this.

"Very well then! I advise investing in a pump so that can lessen your load when the babies are born. If you need an extra fridge or an electric kettle please don't hesitate to ask, I know a guy" he says with a wink

Lilia smiled, trying to tone down his excitement "we appreciate your help Dr. Rosehearts"

Riddle scoffs "Oh please we go way back. Consider this my personal 'thank you' for helping me out back then, Yuu"

As they walked from the clinic to the nearest portal Yuu could practically feel the joy radiating from their husband. It was impressive how he managed to keep a hold on them and help them walk rather than outright carrying them and flying away

They decided to break the ice "soooo?"

They hear him him take a deep breath before scream-laughing. It honestly startled them

"I GOT A 3 FOR 1 DEAL!" of course this is how he chose to express his joy

Yuu groaned " anymore of this and I'm telling grim you hid his tuna away"

"aww so mean~ can't an old man be happy?"

"you're a particularly loud old man, and I too am old with a terrible headache so have some sympathy, sir!"

"ah anything goes for my cranky old spouse"

He peppered Yuu's face with kisses before carrying them through the portal

It's a good thing they preemptively bought multiple baby clothes (mostly because Yuu was scared of leaving the baby and Lilia in the kitchen together would lead to unsalvageable tatters)

Bonus:

"Well at least now Silver, Malleus and Sebek won't need to fight about being the favourite older brother"

"let's not kid ourselves batsy, they will still engage in petty competition"

"but we did kid ourselves.... 3 times kfufufu"

"no more cuddles for a week"

"wait no-"

Hello Anonie 🌷💞💚

THERE WAS 3!!! 😆😂 not only was lilia enthusiastic but so was his seed it seems omg 😆

Which makes sense because bats do tend to have more than one at once.

Everyone gets a baby! One for brother mal, one for brother sil, and one for uncle sebek. 🥳🥳

You get a baby and you get a baby and you and you 🤣

Riddle is so sweeettt 😭😭💞💞 I’m so happy. He’s attentive.🥺🥹

…”3 for 1 deal”!!!!! LMFAOO I’m crying 😂

This was adorable. 💚

[roguishcat]

Augustarion Day 3 – Apron (MNDI) 18+

Warnings: Astarion takes care of you. And I mean sexually. Inappropriate use of Mage Hand, Oral Sex (Male receiving), PiV.

Pairing: female reader (You) x Astarion

A/N: I tried to proofread.

Day 1 - 🍓, Day 2 - 🌊, Day 4 - Mythologies, Day 6 - Cream, Day 7 - Underwear, Day 15 - Shirt that goes hard

You were busy preparing dinner when you could have sworn you felt a hand brush your side, then gently cup your ass and give it a squeeze. Whirling around, you saw that there was nobody there. In fact, everyone seemed to be doing something. Shadowheart and Wyll were speaking in low voices, Karlach was playing fetch with delighted Scratch, Gale was resting, and Astarion was reading a book in front of his tent. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.

You went back to preparing the meal. Gale, for once, asked to be relieved of cooking duty, having taken several particularly nasty blows during the surprise attack. So he passed on the ladle to the only person in the group that could apparently be trusted with their meal. You did not know what made him believe that you were any better in the kitchen than, say, Shadowheart or Wyll. But, having taken a look at his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes, decided not to argue. You weren’t great at cooking, but you could manage a simple stew. Especially as Gale took care to write out step-by-step instructions for you to follow.

Then you felt it again. Phantom fingers brushed the back of your knee, making you yelp in surprise and almost drop what you were holding. This time you were certain that it wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks. Something or someone touched you and you were determined to find out who it was.

Eyes narrowing, you took another look at your companions. Astarion, whose idea of fun was pestering you when you were busy with something else, was your main suspect. Especially seeing as how he, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be really, really into his book. The book that you were sure you saw him read before.

With a huff, you turned back to the task at hand. If Astarion wanted something from you, he would probably tell you soon enough.

Minutes later, you heard him snap the tome closed as your vampire finally decided to come to you. You were chopping up vegetables for stew when Astarion approached you.

“Hello my sweet. Busy?” he all but purred, arms encircling your waist as he laid his chin on your shoulder.

“Not too busy to talk to you. How can I help?”

“Oh, I don’t need anything in particular. It’s just you know how much I enjoy seeing you handling a blade. And I am in a mood for a lovely chat with your lovely self.”

“Sounds… nice?”

“I can be very nice. In fact, I was nice enough to notice how tense you have been for the past several days. Travelling rough taking a toll on you, hm?”

“I suppose,” you frowned, not sure where exactly Astarion was going with this line of questioning. You felt as if he was toying with you, which he often was, leading you to say whatever it was that he wanted to hear, which you were probably about to do.

“You know how much I hate seeing you in such a state. And that got me thinking, how about I offer you a little stress relief? Just to make sure that you are in tiptop shape for all the adventuring that lies ahead, of course,” he ran his hand down your side, lifting your shirt a little to press his palm against your skin.

“Astarion,” you sighed with a smile, “if you want to get me alone and out of my pants, you have to wait till later. I can’t just let dinner burn because you are bored and wanting a stress relief of your own.”

“Tsk, you are no fun.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Luckily for you, my dear, you are in a relationship with the most creative lover!” he boasted, exposing his fangs in a cheeky smile. “You don’t even have to move, I will take care of everything. In fact,” he breathed down your neck, making a shiver pass through you, “I will not even touch you, in a way.”

You frowned, wondering what he was up to.

Seeing your confusion, he whispered his plan into your ear. Your face flushed from the mere suggestion.

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Astarion!”

“My dear, this is happening. The only choice you get in the matter is whether you get to preserve a bit of your modesty.”

He took Gale’s apron from the bag near the makeshift table and shook it out.

“Apron or no apron?”

“Astarion, I really don’t think-”

“I’m not asking you to think, my sweet. You do enough of that every single day. I’m asking you a very simple question. Apron or no apron?”

“Apron,” you whispered shakily as he slipped it on you.

“Good choice,” he all but growled, pulling on the ties a little harsher than needed and making a tight knot. “And try to be discreet about it, dear. Wouldn’t want to alert the rest to what is going on right in front of their noses.”

The flush spread from your face to your neck.

“You are a terrible influence.”

“And you are thrilled by the thought, admit it. But darling,” he was suddenly serious, “this is all a bit of fun. If at any point it stops being fun, I will stop.”

You knew that this was always the case, Astarion would never force you, but were grateful that he made sure to point it out anyway.

“I know. I trust you,” you turned your head a little and pecked his cheek.

“And what are you two lovebirds talking about, hm?” Shadowheart said with a frown, crossing her arms across her chest. In spite of addressing both of them it was Astarion who she was looking at with distrust and annoyance.

“Nothing that would interest you,” Astarion moved and lifted both his hands, palms up, a perfect picture of innocence. “But if you are so concerned, I’m walking away now.”

“You better, Fangs!” Karlach walked past, on her way to fetch water. “Keep your hands where we can see them. Wouldn’t want to waste all that food just because you have nothing to occupy yourself with.”

“Tsk, you think so lowly of me. And just when I was about to renounce my old ways and become the poster boy for gentleman-like behaviour! There,” he sat gracefully on the stool next to Shadowheart’s tent, crossing his arms and legs petulantly, “happy now?”

You listened to the two bicker with fondness and went back to the task in hand. Absentmindedly, you wondered if Astarion was so distracted by sparring verbally with Shadowheart, a common occurrence, that he forgot all about you. The thought didn’t bother you, in fact you were a little relieved. What were you even thinking agreeing to something so lewd with everyone being right there? How unlike you, how scandalous!

But then you felt it again, this time on your inner thigh. Invisible hands insistently ascending until they reached the apex between your thighs, lightly brushing against the fabric there. Your eyes widened and you withdrew from the table with a jolt, unsure how you felt about the sensation. Your eyes snapped in the direction that Astarion took, but he seemed to have moved on from Shadowheart and was now arguing with Lae’zel.

Apparently, that did not require as much thought as one would think, because you felt the Mage Hand move towards you again. Thankfully, it was invisible. Something that he learned to do and was very pleased by the opportunities that newfound knowledge would offer.

Suddenly, you realised where you remembered the book Astarion was reading earlier from. It was the spell book that held the secret to advanced Mage Hand! The one that he told Gale that you accidentally sold to the vendor! Gale lectured you about the importance of keeping the travel trunk in perfect order for a tenday after that!

Just as you were about to march over to the elf and give him a piece of your mind, you felt the Mage Hand slip into your underwear. Looking down, you panicked. Perhaps the spell made it invisible, but the movement beneath the clothes would make what is happening rather obvious. Thankfully, the makeshift table near the cooking pot was high enough to partially hide you. The apron was proving helpful too.

You felt the tadpole in your mind stir as Astarion’s voice appeared in your mind.

I understand that this may be a little distracting, my sweet, but appearances must be kept up. Chop, chop!

You grit your teeth and lifted your knife. Right. Vegetables, meat and- Ooh, yes!

You felt a finger inside you and a thumb circling the swollen nub slowly.

Do try to stay still, darling. Conjuring up a second Mage Hand to keep you in place might make everyone in the vicinity aware of what is happening.

Bastard. That beautiful, devious, impossible bastard! As if staying still came easily to you at such times and he knew that far too well. Astarion so enjoyed in making you squirm.

My, my, you think me beautiful, my dear? Is this the thought dominating your days and surfacing during your dreams?

But of course this would be his only takeaway from listening in on your thoughts! You shoved him out of your mind and his mocking, sultry voice disappeared, but not before you heard an arrogant chuckle.

Being banished clearly did not sit well with Astarion as the Mage Hand doubled its efforts, making you put down the knife lest you dropped it on your foot and grip the table tightly with shaking hands. You bit your lip to stifle a moan and forced yourself not to rock against the fingers pumping in and out of you with increasing speed. This was torture. Sweet, overwhelming torture.

You buried your face in your hands as another finger joined the first two. It was too much and you were sure that someone was about to catch on and-

“Is everything alright?” you heard Wyll’s voice.

It might as well have been a bucket of cold water. You immediately straightened and looked at him with wide, panicking eyes. Did he know? He couldn’t have known! How could he possibly-

“Are you feeling quite well? You look like you are running a fever,” he was about to move around the table and towards you.

You had about ten seconds to make a decision. Because there was no way that you would live this one down. So you grabbed the ladle, shoved it into Wyll’s hands, and sprinted towards your tent, grabbing Astarion by the collar on the way. The vampire had the gall to give Wyll a wink and shout, “Do start eating without us!”

You half-pushed, half-threw Astarion into your tent and closed the flap, making sure the damn thing was closed properly. Then, you gave yourself a minute to calm your erratic heartbeat.

When you turned, you were greeted with the sight of Astarion lounging on the bedroll. He was very naked, giving you a lazy, knowing smile.

“Where did you clothes go? I took my eyes off you for no more than a minute!”

“Why so displeased, love? Did you need me dressed for what is about to happen next?”

The nerve of that man! Looking at you like a cat that got the cream! As if he knew that you would happily jump atop of that. He was right, of course, but that was beside the point.

“Why Astarion, who knew that you would get so excited over this? And I didn’t even have to undress or touch you for you to get this,” you motioned to his cock standing at attention, “worked up.”

That wiped the arrogant smile off his face. Hah! Take that you handsome bastard!

Closing the distance between you, you crouched in front of Astarion, taking him into your hand and moving it torturously slow up and down the shaft, eliciting a groan as he thrust into your hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” he laughed in between gasps.

“Yes, very much, thank you.”

Keeping the rhythm, you started unbuttoning your shirt with your free hand. It would have probably looked sexy if the damn apron wasn’t still on you. Just as you wanted to untie it, Astarion stopped you.

“No. Keep it on,” he moved to help you out of your clothes. “I thought it looked rather fetching on you earlier.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fixated on his hard erection. You explored him. The very tip of his cock was traced with gentle fingers, then down the sides until your fingers went even lower, tracing around his balls before finally cupping them, kneading them gently, reverently.

Astarion was shuddering, eyes squeezed shut, allowing you to take your time. Feeling emboldened by his reactions, you spread his legs wider before lowering yourself, head between his legs. You kissed the tip of him before swirling her tongue around like you were savouring a treat. Slowly, inch by inch, you swallowed more and more before you stopped, unable to go any further. You sucked gently at first, before picking up speed, wrapping fingers around the base, stroking where mouth couldn’t reach. Your other hand rolled his balls in your palm.

“Oh darling, you must stop,” he groaned.

Freezing, you slowly pulled away and looked up at him with eyes heavy with passion. Did he want to stop? Was this too much?

He reached down and grabbed your shoulders, falling onto his back and dragging you on top. Sprawled on top of him, you could see Astarion was physically trying to hold himself back. He kissed you hard, leaving you breathless and panting.

Astarion rolled you over, his hips fitting between your legs. You felt the tip of his arousal pressing against your entrance.  

“Eyes on me, my love.”

You could not resist it when he spoke to you in that breathy way.

“Always.”

You looked into his eyes when he thrust into you for the first time, making you moan.

You murmured the Silence spell between pants, unsure of whether you would be able to keep concentrating on it for long.

“Do you really think you will manage to concentrate on the spell, my sweet?” he mocked you playfully between shallow, teasing thrusts.

“You seemed to have managed well enough,” you bit back, arching off the bedroll to get more of him in, “or is arguing with Lae’zel and Shadowheart becoming second nature?”

“Oh, please, as if I could get a word in edgewise. Once those two get going any off-hand comment will do. You, on the other hand,” he finally thrust into you in earnest, his breath shuddering out of him in relief as he was finally nestled in you the way he wanted all afternoon, “may find yourself distracted so thoroughly that- oh fuck! You are so tight,” he growled, words failing him. Astarion grit his teeth as he moved his hips, lost in the sensation, ashamed of himself for wanting to come already.

Truth be told, running his mouth would only go that far in trying to make sure that you came first. But then he looked at you, eyes shut, cheeks flushed and felt a wave of affection. Because you were his and he was yours, and you were enjoying each other. No shame, no judgement. So he let go and decided to be in the moment with you.

“You are doing so well, my sweet,” he murmured, kissing your eyes, your cheeks, your neck. “So wet, so good. I wanted this… My love.”

As Astarion’s pace sped up, your legs came over his hips to wrap around him, unbelievable pressure building deep inside. And then you lost yourself in him, in his pants, the movement of his hips, the way his fingers dug into your back as his grip on you tightened. You whimpered for him to bite you. And as he did, you held onto him, wanting to feel more and then more still. You gasped at a deep thrust, tightening your walls around him when he hit a spot that made you cry out in pleasure as you came.

Astarion gasped when you closed around him. Faster, harder; he couldn’t help himself. He was rough and he knew it, but the way you felt didn’t leave much in the way of his control. His own release came suddenly and, thrusting erratically, he rode the wave of pleasure until he was completely spent.

He couldn’t move. And to be honest he didn’t want to move. He was still inside you snug heat, listening to the wild beat of your heart. Giving himself another moment, Astarion kissed your shoulder and reluctantly pulled out. He didn’t move much farther than that; his arm was under your shoulders in an embrace, and his head rested on your chest. He was content to listen as your breathing evened out and heart slowed down. When your tremulous fingers stroked a curl out his face, Astarion had a frightening thought that he was absolutely sure that you ruined him so completely with your love and affection that he would be unable to survive without your presence in his life. Of course, he would probably never admit it. Still, as you shared a slow, unhurried kiss, perhaps those bards had a point when they sang about love and such.

Dinner was an awkward affair. You looked at your bowl and your bowl only, your cheeks aflame as you physically felt the judging glares shot in your direction. Because you did exactly as they suspected. Abandoned the cooking pot to fuck the vampire. Surprisingly, it was Gale who came to your defence.

“Now friends, you shouldn’t judge these two too harshly. I’ve read many a book that mentioned the inherent eroticism of cooking. No wonder they got caught up in the moment!”

Shadowheart did not look convinced or impressed by that explanation, but mercifully chose not to say anything. Perhaps because against all odds the food turned out not as terrible as expected. Of course, that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that Wyll added salt and spices, and made sure your dinner did not burn.

“But perhaps food preparation should be left to me, after all,” Gale went on. “Speaking of, has anyone seen my apron?”

You were mid chew and almost chocked on your food.

“I spilled something on it, so I had to wash it,” you said, not reacting when you heard Astarion chuckle into his wine. “But you will get it back as soon as it dries,” you quickly assured Gale, feeling terrible for having used it at all.

“Splendid! I am rather fond of that apron,” he nodded, going back to his meal.

But Astarion too found himself unwilling to part with it. Which is why he swiped the apron quickly and discreetly, squirreling it away until next time. Because there would certainly be a next time.

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How I Met Her Mother | Part 3 | Tighnari x Reader

Romantic: Tighnari x Collei's Parent! Reader

Description: When Collei and the traveler discover Tighnari's feelings for her adoptive parent, they make it their mission to get them on a date together through a (maybe unnecessarily) elaborate plan.

(Notes: none) (gender neutral reader) (reader is Collei's adoptive parent) (Part 3 of How I Met Her Mother)

Words: 2526

Part 1, Part 2

"Y/n!" Aether called as he came into your medical tent, looking like he had some important things to talk about. You stood from where you'd been mixing new medicines at a table.

"What is it?" You asked, a little worried he'd gone and gotten himself badly hurt again. Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case and you sighed in relief at the fact that he had no blood visibly on his person.

"We heard news! Big news!" Paimon exclaimed like she was about to burst if she didn't tell you what it was.

"Tell me!" You ordered with a smile.

"We heard Tighnari is throwing a party this evening!" The pixie explained, "For you and Collei!" At this, you frowned in confusion.

"Me and Collei?"

"Yes!" Paimon replied, "It's supposed to be a surprise but we couldn't let you show up to a party not looking your best so we thought we'd tell you anyway! Just please don't tell Tighnari we told you!" Aether had to admit that her acting had gotten better throughout the day; he almost wanted to applaud her for this performance.

"Why would he be throwing a party for us?" You asked, "Doesn't he already have so much to do as head forest ranger?"

"He said there's no better cure than celebration!" Paimon replied, knowing full-well the fox-eared ranger would never say that, "Plus, he wants to thank you both for all you've done as a trainee forest ranger and doctor here! We already told Collei, so we wanted to let you know to look your best this evening and come to this location at sunset!" She handed you a map with a marked area on it that was just outside the village but on the opposite side from your medical tent; near yours and Collei's hut.

"Oh, thanks!" You exclaimed, "I promise, your secret is safe with me. I'll take this to my grave." Your tone was dead serious but there was a smile on your face as Paimon nodded in agreement.

"Us too!" She decided.

"I guess I'll have to wear one of my nice outfits tonight," you decided, "And find a host-gift for Tighnari! I don't think he's ever hosted a party that I've been to before, so what do you think he'd like as a gift?"

"Flowers!" Paimon exclaimed, "Potted plants, to be specific! Paimon thinks that's a common tradition in Gandharva Ville at parties, too." Aether gave her a knowing glance but said nothing, simply nodding in confirmation.

"Good idea!" You replied. You hadn't been living among the forest rangers for very long, so any advice these two could provide was very valuable. They nodded, letting you get back to work now as they headed out of your medical tent. The second they were fully out of your sight, they turned to one another and high-fived over a job well-done. Things were almost ready to go.

..........

Meanwhile, Collei was having an almost identical conversation with her mentor.

"Master Tighnari," She spoke casually, "did you hear about the party this evening?" This made him arch an eyebrow as he set the box of Padisarah's near your medical tent. They always left herbs outside in case you had sleeping patients there; the process of moving them in could be rather loud.

"I didn't." He admitted, "Who's throwing it? Is it here?" Parties were not his think but you'd always seemed to enjoy them enough; even during your Akademiya days. He'd gone to a few with you and Cyno and always found that you were a surprisingly good friend to have around for them; respecting everyone's boundaries when it came to social situations and making sure they all stayed safe. As a result, he'd had a shockingly pleasant time whenever he did agree to go with you.

Collei gestured towards your medical tent silently now and the fox-eared forest ranger immediately seemed to get more interested. Collei lead him far enough away so that you wouldn't be able to hear from inside before speaking.

"Between you and me, they're throwing it for you." She admitted, "I'm not supposed to say anything but I know surprises like this make me nervous so I thought you might appreciate a warning beforehand." Tighnari could practically feel his heart melt at that but he kept his cool in front of the trainee.

"I see," he replied, "But why is Y/n throwing a party for me? They don't need to do anything extra for anyone around here when they already work so hard-"

"I think they just want to show their appreciation for you," Collei smiled, ignoring the fact that she'd just interrupted her teacher for one of the first- and likely only- times in her life. "You help us both a lot, Master Tighnari, and we're really thankful for it!" The forest ranger had to look away to hide his touched expression.

Finally, he composed himself before turning back to the girl. "Thank you for letting me know, Collei." He told her with a smile, "I'll be sure to get Y/n a gift for their trouble and attend the party I'm not supposed to know about on time." Collei nodded, taking out a map where she'd marked the 'party' location.

"It'll be here at sunset!" She informed him before heading off to get back to her work. Then she stopped, "Oh, and they love flowers, as a suggestion!" With that, she was gone before he could say anything else.

Tighnari chuckled and shook his head. Flowers, huh? For anyone else, that might have helped give him an idea of what to give you. But as a botanist, that did not narrow the choices down at all.

Away from everyone else's sight, Collei met back up with Paimon and the traveler, silently high-fiving them. They'd done everything they could to set up a date between you and Tighnari; now all that was left was to wait and hope it all turned out alright.

..........

Tighnari checked the map Collei had given him one more time to make sure he was heading for the right location. It looked like this party of yours was supposed to be not far from your home, which made sense; given that it would make it easier to set everything up.

He still wasn't sure how you'd expected him to end up in the right location at the right time if he wasn't supposed to know about it, though. No one had come and asked him to do anything that might be related- was he just supposed to have read your mind and shown up?

Either way, he wasn't about to question your intentions. Kind acts like this had always been your specialty, and despite how stressed you might have been, he wouldn't have put it past you to do one now. However, when he finally arrived at the location with potted flowers in hand and the very green suit he'd conveniently bought today, there was no one else around.

The place Collei had told him the party would be at was by the river just outside of Gandharva Ville but right now it was completely void of decorations or any other typical party-related items. And on top of that, you didn't seem like you were anywhere to be found.

"Tighnari, hey!" A familiar voice finally spoke behind him, making relief wash over him like a wave. He turned around to see you in attire equally as formal as his own; the colors would even look perfect together if you two stood next to one another. "Am I too late? Is the party over already?" A look of confusion bloomed over his face.

"...I was going to ask you the same thing?" He admitted, glancing back at the map provided by his trainee, who had also written down the time by which he needed to be here.

"What do you mean?" You asked, though there was a hint of knowledge behind your eyes; as if you'd somewhat expected this outcome when you arrived, "Aether and Paimon told me you were hosting a surprise party here tonight."

"Collei told me you were doing the same thing..." The forest ranger replied as he crossed his arms. There was a pause, but then your smile widened.

"I think I know what's going on here." You admitted as you headed over to a few boulders that rest by the river. Careful to avoid getting your nice clothes dirty, you took a seat on one of them.

"Oh?" Tighnari asked with slight amusement. Though he didn't know what was going on, the fact that you still seemed happy was likely a good sign. "Do enlighten me then, Y/n." Your grin widened.

"I heard Collei chatting with the traveler early this morning," You explained, "She'd gone outside in the middle of the night, and as her parent, of course my instincts kicked in and I went to listen. I wasn't sure what they were talking about then, but it makes more sense now..." You trailed off but the forest ranger just arched an eyebrow, urging you to continue. "They mentioned something about a plan, and then both Collei and Aether made sure we would be here at the same time."

"...This was their plan." Tighnari finally said, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he'd been played so easily by his own student.

"It seems that way." You chuckled, shaking your head as your gaze lifted up to the sky, "I suppose when those three get together, they become quite the meddling bunch." The forest watcher rolled his eyes at that.

"No kidding," he replied, "We'll need to talk with Collei about not getting involved in other people's private affairs later." You nodded as he took a seat on the boulder next to you and looked out at the river, which seemed to sparkle in the setting sunlight.

"Definitely," you replied, "But I suspect she still had good intentions."

"I'm sure," Tighnari told you, "Though, going as far as to set the two of us up on a date was still an overstep." As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He didn't even need to see the surprised, slightly red look on your face to know he'd messed up. So, rather than having to look over, he immediately stood from the boulder he'd been resting on and cleared his throat. "I should be going," he said quickly, "I wouldn't want to keep you from your patients with something this trivial."

"Actually," You spoke up before he could walk away, "They're all taken care of. I had a suspiciously small number coming into the medical clinic today." This made the forest ranger's ear perk.

"Really?" He replied, "That's interesting; I had a suspiciously small amount of work to handle today, as if someone had gone out of their way to get it done for me."

"...How peculiar." You grinned, knowing exactly whom was behind that. Tighnari let out a dramatic groan but plopped down on the boulder again. He couldn't help but feel more and more like an idiot with every part of Collei's plan that came to light.

"If it helps, you don't have to actually consider this a date," you spoke up now, turning your gaze back to the pretty river, "You don't even have to stay, if you don't want to." Despite the fact that you were trying to take as much pressure off him as possible, you still felt a flutter of hope in your chest at the idea that he might see this situation the same way.

"I didn't say I didn't want to..." He replied finally, still not meeting your eyes, "But a first date planned by someone else- the daughter of my friend, no less- feels insincere." You chuckled at that.

"Fair enough." You paused for a moment, "Then we could call it a...Half-date, if that makes you feel better." By now, it seemed to have become clear how you both felt about one another and you weren't about to back down from making this happen if he wanted it too.

"A half-date?" Tighnari repeated with an unamused expression but you could tell he didn't hate the idea.

"Yes," you told him with a grin, "Like a trial run. That way, I can properly ask you on a real date later." His face grew red at that but he immediately shook off his nerves.

"Who says I won't ask you first?" Your smile widened.

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to see who beats who to the punch." You decided. Tighnari crossed his arms at that but a playful look rested on his face nonetheless.

"You're on, Y/n." He replied and you laughed.

After that, conversation started to flow much easier. You two had been close friends for years now; since even before you'd adopted your daughter. Despite the initial awkwardness of admitting you both had feelings for one another, you fell back into your regular dynamic and ended up spending much longer by the river than expected.

You didn't come home until late that night when the forest ranger insisted on walking you back to your house. Luckily, the lights were all off so it seemed like Collei was already asleep and wouldn't see you returning from a half-date the way a teenager might have.

"Well, I'd say that was an enjoyable experience." You grinned as you and Tighnari stopped in front of the door to your home, "I'd go one a half-date with you again." His own smile, though still a little awkward, widened.

"What about a full date?" Your heartbeat quickened but you feigned thinking the idea over.

"Hmm...I suppose a full date with you wouldn't be so bad either." You decided finally, "I accept, but I'm not happy that you asked me before I could ask you!" This made the forest ranger chuckle.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n." He said, letting go of your hand that he'd been holding this whole time.

"Bye, Tighnari!" You replied quietly enough that you hopefully wouldn't wake your daughter before opening the door to your home and stepping inside. You closed it silently behind you, once again feeling like a teenager that had snuck out of the house when they weren't supposed to, but the second you turned around you were startled by the sight of a green haired girl laying on your couch.

She seemed to wake up now that you were back and rubbed her eyes sleepily. "You're back..." She whispered. Your heart melted, as it always did around your kid.

"Have you been waiting out here for me this whole time, sweetheart?" You asked, going over to the nearby closet to grab her another blanket since she was shivering slightly. Collei just nodded but then seemed to realize what time it was because she looked out the window seeing it so dark.

"Were you on your date with Master Tighnari this whole time?!" She asked excitedly, seemingly not tired anymore.

"So it was you that was behind that." You commented, gently tossing the blanket her way. Seeing that you didn't deny it, her excitement seemed to grow.

"Is Master Tighnari going to be my new dad?!" She asked eagerly as your face turned beat red.

"Collei!" 

[une-femme-de-lettres]

Imagine Feeling the adrenaline rush after a close call I swear this is turning into 100 ways Ghost can have an involuntary erection but I'm here for it!!

You’re trying to compose yourself as you sit in the back of the vehicle that currently serves for your exfiltration. Alejandro and Roddy are on the driver and passenger seat. Price, Gaz and Soap are in the back seat, cheering and laughing. It was a close call. You barely managed to save the lives of several of your men, and you almost couldn’t finish the bloody mission… Very close.

You’re at the very back of the vehicle with Ghost. You’re still catching your breath, adrenaline rushing through your veins, leaving you unaware of any pain that could course through your body and making you feel exhilarated. You’ve never felt better than in this moment.

You can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you’re pumped up on all kinds of emotions. You notice Ghost shifting uncomfortably in his seat, pulling at the fabric of his pants. Suddenly, you get your focus back and turn your head towards your Lieutenant, ready for anything. Gunshot or knife wound, broken bone…? You’re ready for anything except…

“Ghost, you alright?” you ask, your voice considerate but methodical.

“Yeah,” he quickly says, hoping to divert your attention quickly enough for you to not notice… Too late, your eyes are exactly where he expected them and you’re suddenly looking at the outline of an erection tenting the crotch of his pants.

You turn your head the opposite direction, trying to be as nonchalant as possible but he saw the look on your face. He’s trying to find words as you’re simply trying to process what you just saw. Or even- the size of what you just saw…

“Adrenaline rush,” he simply says and you nod in silence.

“It’s fine, just tell me if you need anything,” you respond in a friendly manner, although realizing just how these words might sound leaving your mouth. You hear him let out a low chuckle from his position beside you. Smug bastard…

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say with a slight hesitation, unsure of your own words. Would that be so bad, really? Helping him… relieve some of that tension.

“You sure?” his voice travels to your ear like a caress along your skin. Your mind replays the same image of him over and over, fingers pinching the light fabric of his pants, pulling at it, stretching it over the hard form of his cock.

He watches you from the corner of his eyes. He waits. He waits for your eyes to move into his direction one more time. Which they do.

With a delighted smile, he slowly holds out his hand to you. Discretion is definitely advised here as he looks over at his teammates. Luckily, they seem too preoccupied with their latest win to pay attention to what is happening in the very back seat of the vehicle.

“Give me your hand,” he simply says, his fingers twitching ever so slightly in anticipation. The ball is in your court, now, Love…

You wait at least ten seconds before making your move, just in case it’s just a joke on his part. After those are over, you look at his hand in complete silence. Do you want to play his little game? He waits still, determined to get an answer from you. A simple answer; yes or no?

The thing is, your decision was made the second you started counting in your head.

In the softest of gestures he knows only you is capable of, you let your hand fall into his. You can’t see the smile spreading on his lips as his grip around your hand tightens. You let him guide you, you let him take control as you feel the pulse of early arousal in your core.

Silently and very slowly, he lets your hand rest on his thigh. Your fingertips brush against the straps clasping his muscled flesh. Your breath catches in your throat and you patiently wait. Wait for him to slide your hand further up his thigh, up and up until you reach it.

Why does it feel even bigger than it looks? You can’t help but look at him again. You realize then that the image painted in your mind is already such a pale representation of reality. Your mouth hangs slightly open as you take control of your hand again, transfixed with the feeling under your palm.

He’s hard, throbbing even as he reacts to your light touch. A deep growl vibrates inside his chest as you let your hand brush up and down very slowly, his length nestling in between your fingers. You want to hear more. More of him.

Mindlessly, your eyes lock with his. They bore into yours, reading you, your emotions, your thoughts, your desires… You can’t help but look down, trying desperately to hide from his piercing gaze.

Despite this, you can’t keep your hand away from him, your touch is still on him, making him shift in his seat and pull harder at his pants, the fabric now becoming painfully tight. Another deep groan makes it past his throat. His eyes close slowly and his hand is back on yours, gripping it, immobilizing it. You snap out of your lustful reverie and wait for his next move.

Disappointment makes your heart sink inside your chest as he lifts your hand off of him. But the words brushing against your ear as he leans ever so slightly towards you make your head spin.

“Save some for later, yeah?"

Taglist : @stressyanddepressyfoodservice @fatedeniedhope @cabreezer0117

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

A creature in the woods

Warnings: yandere, blood, murder, forced relationship, etc

As he watched her go about her tasks, he just fell more in love. I mean how could he not?

You were trying to make a camp fire, and failing miserably, but it was cute how determined you were.

“UUUGH!!” You yelled as your third try just burnt out. But that didn’t make you loose hope, nope, you just got up and gathered more wood and sticks for a fourth attempt.

He laughed to himself, how lucky was he to find you? A gorgeous lady, who at first meeting was shy and quiet, but later became this silly person who was funny and loud, god he loved you.

“YES!!” You shouted. finally, you had made a fire, and it wasn’t burning out. You had grabbed some marshmallows and started roasting them over the fire.

He remembered the first time he had met you, he was looking for something to eat, and you were looking for directions. He didn’t know what it was exactly, people have came up to him before, you were just…different. Maybe it was your bouncy hair, the cute, confused look on your face, or maybe how you spoke so gently to him. He wasn’t sure. But he was sure that he wanted to see you again.

“Honey, you got marshmallow all over your face.”

“Oh, oops” you reply as you try to wipe your face with your hand…. It wasn’t working.

“Here let me get it.”

He scowled, not liking what he was seeing. Yes, your face was dirty, but he wasn’t the one cleaning your face…

It was him.

Your “boyfriend”.

It was probably a good thing you were distracted, because if you weren’t, you might’ve felt the ominous and angry feeling radiating from deep in the woods.

‘He doesn’t deserve her, how dare he lay his disgusting hands on her, I would treat her so much better’

As he watched the site in front of him continue, he had a thought.

A smile grew on his face, he would wait till night to put his idea into action.

————-

Night had fallen and you and your Bf were getting ready for bed. The tent you guys were staying in was decent, it fit you both comfortably and still had room for other belongings. You luckily didn’t have to buy it with your own money, it was your bf’s tent that he had from previous years.

You had been planning this camping trip for a while, you both needed a brake from the city and work, and what better way to get away from it all then to camp in the middle of the woods? It was funny though, because there was a portion of time where you didn’t know where to go. There was no cell service, and neither of you knew how to read a map very well. So much from trying to take a break from our phones.

But luckily, you had found a man on a walk and asked him for directions.

That was only a few days ago.

“hey I just got to go to the bathroom, can you wait for me before you turn the flashlight off?” Your bf asked.

“Of course! Don’t take too long though, I want to cuddle! its a bit cold tonight.” You say as you hold yourself close.

Your bf winks at you as he exits the tent.

You start to set up both sleeping bags and change into your pjs.

“AAAHHHHH-!!” You hear a cut off yell and thump, as if something had hit the ground.

“Baby? Are you ok???”

….

Silence.

“Babe? Do you need me to come out there? Are you ok?” You say a little louder as you make your way to the entrance of the tent, growing with worry.

“N-No! I’m ok! I just s-stubbed my toe! Yup! Just hit it real hard, silly me!” Your bf sounds frantic. You’re not quite sure if you believe him, seems like it was a bit more then a stubbed toe, but whatever it was, he sounded embarrassed over it, maybe it was better to just leave it be?

“Oh, um ok…” you sit back down, fluffing your pillow.

After about 4 minutes, your bf comes back into the tent, his hair is a bit more messy then how he left and is shaking slightly.

“Jeez are you sure you’re ok? What happened out there?” You question him.

He freezes for a second.

“Like I said, I stubbed my toe! I wasn’t looking where I was walking and hit a stump.”

‘That doesn’t explain the thumping noise.’

You raise an eyebrow “did you fall?”

Suddenly a frustrated expression overcame your bf’s face “it doesn’t matter what I did! Let’s just ignore it and get ready for bed!” He shouts

You were surprised by this, your bf wasn’t someone who would get mad so easily, he was calm and collected. That’s why you liked him, he was able to support you through tough times and lend a helping hand if needed, all without being over dramatic or extra about it.

so it was odd that this was what he was getting upset over…

“Um ok, I got your sleeping bag ready for you.”

And just like that, his facial expression changed again, into something more loving and admiring.

He came and sat down beside you, he now looked nervous. “Can we uh, can we cuddle?” He asked, as if he was a school boy asking out his crush.

‘Why is he acting so weird? He never asks, he usually just does it, I mean we’ve been dating for 2 years now, aren’t we over acting like it’s our first date?’

“Uh yeah… before we do though, could you shut off the flashlig-“

Before you could finish your sentence, the flashlight was turned off. You chuckle slightly

‘I guess he really wants to cuddle’

You lay down and turn to your side, not long after your bf spoons you and raps an arm around you. He starts pushing his nose into the back of your neck, and his arm starts to explore.

Usually this was quite normal, but there was one thing that was keeping you from shutting your eyes.

He smelled.

Not badly per se, but he definitely didn’t smell like your bf.

He smelled of iron and pine and maybe a little more musty than most.

This wasn’t your bf.

But just to be sure, “hey babe”

“Yes honey?”

“…how do you like my tent? It was on sale”, you asked.

“Mmm, it’s very nice, you chose good!”

….

‘Wrong answer.’

You didn’t know who this person was and why they looked like your bf.

But you needed to get away.

you frantically sit up, “ACTUALLY! I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! WOULDN'T WANT TO HAVE AN ACCIDENT IN THIS NEW TENT!”

Your so called bf also sat up, he was trying to say that “you’ll be fine” and “just come back to bed sweetie”

But you were already half outside the tent with a flashlight.

You put on your shoes on as fast as you could.

You can hear your “bf” start to shuffle out of bed.

You ran.

Not in any specific direction, you just needed to hide.

The woods was probably your best bet.

As you ran, you wish you grabbed the keys to your car, but that was an after thought, it was too late to go back now.

Out of breath, you stopped running. You looked behind a tree just to make sure no one was behind you. It was clear, you could however hear your “bf” in the distance calling your name.

You turn around, back against the tree. You bring your hands to cover your eyes and slump down to the ground.

‘This is just a bad dream, this isn’t real. For the love of god, please let this be just a super realistic dream’, you think to yourself as you hold back tears.

After a few deep breaths, you drop your hands from your face and open your eyes.

….

There in front of you was your bf.

Your actual bf, not the one that was currently looking for you, no, the real one.

But rather than feeling relieved, you were filled with shock and horror.

There your bf was, laying dead on the forest floor. There was blood everywhere, his throat was slashed, and there was a giant hole in his stomach, right where all his organs would have been.

But they were all gone. He had been plucked clean of all of his organs.

‘Oh my fucking god!’ You start to cry and try to hold back your whimpers in hopes that the creature looking for doesn't hear you.

‘NO! NO! NO! This can’t be happening!’

You caress the face of the man you loved, hoping maybe, somehow he could feel it, and bring him comfort within the after life.

But who was gonna comfort you?

“DARLING!”

You snap you head towards to voice, it was him. The thing that killed your bf, and was probably gonna kill you too.

“I see you found my little secret. You’re a bad girl for just running off like that, you could have been hurt!”

You try to crawl further away from him.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!!”, You cry.

He felt a little guilty, making you cry, making you fear him. This wasn’t what he wanted, but you just had to run off like that didn’t you?

He tsked, “Oh honey, I’m not gonna hurt you, I would never, I love you too much!”

You frown your eyebrows together. ‘Love?’

“I don’t even know you!” You shout back.

“No but you do! Remember me I’m the guy you asked directions from!”, as he said that, he morphed into a familiar looking man.

It was a grotesque site.

You eyes widen in horror, ‘I think I’m gonna be sick’

The being walked closer and crouched beside you. You tried to get up and run again, but he was quick to shove you back down. He was stronger than he looked.

“Now don’t be doing that again, or else’s I’ll be forced to do something I don’t want to do.” He said with a threatening tone.

You were speechless. What could you say to a being that could change form and overpowered you in every way?

The being put an arm under your legs and the other on your back. Before you knew it, he was caring you bridal style.

“Now, we are gonna have a nice quiet night, we are going to cuddle and we can talk about all of this in the morning, ok?” He spoke as he made his way back to the tent.

You panicked.

You started to scream and thrashing as much as you could, but nothing gave, his grip was too strong.

The being holding you huffed, “fine, if you’re gonna act like this you’ve left me no choice.”

….

At first there was nothing.

Then your ears started to ring. Your head began to thump, it was painful, it was worse than a migraine.

You held your head, hoping it would stop. Tears fell down your face as you yelled.

You vision grew blurry, and you began to pass out.

You heard one last thing before you had fully lost consciousness.

“That’s my girl.”

So How was that? Any tips?

I’ve been camping for a bit and had this idea in my head.

[creepedverse]

Give us Arthur info dump

Personal Journal (tw for animal death!)

Entry 003, XX/XX/2008

Haaaaaah. Farnbury… What a place! I expected to be shell shocked when I got here, honestly! But, underneath the starry sky… I feel at home. I guess I’m home when I’m in the trees, no matter which direction I find myself! ^^ But, there are some differences compared to New York. For starters, it’s not as cold! I love the cold weather, so I never complained at home, but now in February, I feel overdressed! I also… I made friends!! Two of them!! Can you believe it!? Of course I can believe it, me! They’re both so… just wow!

I was just setting up my camp for the night when I met him! My first ever friend!! (Better late than never!) He seemed startled to see me out there, but I think he relaxed once he realized I wasn’t like a bear or something! (Even though being a bear would be super cool!) He was very quiet, and I started to fill the space by talking! I… I usually find it hard to start conversations, but talking to him came so easy! He just listened, and that was nice. I guess that’s what friends do! Anyways, that’s how we first met! Ever since then, I’ve been running into him here and there! He actually works at the diner I go to for breakfast! He’s probably used to my order by now, since I always get the same thing! (Pancakes, short stack, and coffee) His name is Tommie! And I think that name suits him marvelously! He is very much a Tommie! ^^

I made my second friend just recently! Here I am, braving the wilderness in hopes of solving the mystery surrounding the farnbury entity, but… well… this is taking longer than I thought it would! When I found that cursed picture online, it only took me two weeks to contain the entity! Bam! Done! No more silly dog! But… this entity seems… different. It’s… stronger than most. I have some theories about it, but I’ll detail them in my proper investigation journal. Anyways! Where was I? Right! It’s taking a long time to get to the bottom of this thing! So, I soon found myself almost out of money. And so, that means I needed a job! The only problem is that… well… no one wants to hire a guy living out of a tent! Except for one person! Bonnibel… Bonnie! My beautiful Bonnie! She saved me from total, utter despair!! Heh… okay that’s dramatic! But! She hired me to work at her antique shop! And I’m so proud to say we get along swimmingly! She’s so gentle and kind and doesn’t yell at me if I miscalculate change! Actually, now that I think about it… this is my first proper job! Huh! How epic!!!

Bonnie has a truly beautiful ability. She can see ghosts! What are the odds of her befriending me!? She’s surrounded by the paranormal, and I hope she’ll let me help if anything troublesome bothers her. I have a whole section in my notes dedicated to banishing spirits! I hope she can rely on me… She actually… She told me a ghost follows me. A small hare… hopping wherever I go. I… um…

Well I guess if I’m telling this journal everything, I’ll tell it everything. When I first encountered the farnbury entity, I lost control of myself for a second. The entity seemed to try and get in my head. It completely mixed my thoughts around, I couldn’t make out up or down, left or right. I started freaking out, in the woods, all alone. My tics started going haywire! I couldn’t control my body anymore and I just… spazzed. (I guess my high school peers were spot on with that nickname.) I ended up falling down a steeper-than-average hill. I must’ve hit my head because when I woke up, it was daylight. I was fine again. However… on my way down the hill, I… crushed… a rabbit. I felt so awful! The poor little thing! I started to panic! Luckily, my brother had taught me well, and I managed to calm my breathing (and my tears!) and took care of the rabbit by giving it a small burial. I didn’t really have any tools on hand, so I used what I could to make a little grave. I must’ve looked like I was going to faint when Bonnie told me she saw a hare with me! But, how I’ll choose to interpret it is that the rabbit is looking after me. After all, I think he knows it was an accident (I hope he knows!) Maybe he’s hopping around after me to keep me out of trouble! I’ll choose to look on the bright side!

In all my years, I’ve endured countless jabs and bullying and that one fight before I left high school. I can’t help but admit that I was losing hope I’d ever make actual friends… But… Here in Farnbury, things are different. I made friends. I have friends. And I will do anything to protect them, and any other future friends I might make. I will figure this entity out, nullify it, and invite Tommie and Bonnie to travel the whole country with me when I’m done!!!

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-One

Rick, Daryl, and I went deeper into the woods, following the direction Sophia had gone off in. “How do you know where to go? I don't see anything,” Rick said after a few minutes of walking. How is he a cop and not know the basics of tracking. “You want a tracking lesson or do you want to find that little girl?” Daryl said in annoyance. “The tracks are there; they're just really faint. Did they not teach how to track suspects?” I asked.

“Wasn't a very big town. We mostly had traffic violations and dealt with drunks. The most exciting thing that happened was a few months before the world went to shit. There was a robbery in the town, and they headed our way. Shane and I, along with two other of our officers, blocked the road. There was a shootout, and I got hit twice. One caught in my vest, and the other landed me in a coma.”

“You done chit chatting?” Daryl asked even more annoyed. We kept walking until the sun started to disappear more, letting night take over. We had come along a walker, which we killed, and then Daryl and Rick cut it open just to make sure Sophia hadn't been attacked. Luckily and fortunately, the only thing inside its stomach was a woodchuck. “We should head back. It won't do us any good looking in the dark,” I said. They both agreed, and we made our way back to the highway.

“You didn't find her? You didn't find anything?” Carol cried. “It won't do us any good running around in the dark,” I told her gently. “Is that blood?” Andrea asked, looking at Rick's shit.” “We came across A walker,” Rick said. Carol started to panic until Rick said, “There was no sign of it being anywhere near Sophia.” Everyone looked at him in a questioning manner not sure how he would know that. “How could you possibly know that?” Andrea asked. “Cut the son of bitch open,” Daryl said. That seemed to help Carol a little bit but not much. She looked at Rick and started to blame him for her daughter missing. “How could you just leave her? She’s just a little girl. She’s just a little girl. You can’t just leave her out there” It wasn’t hard to see that Rick was blaming himself for what happened but he had no other choice. He told Carol he was sorry and walked past her and everyone else and started to walk down the highway.

Carol turned towards me as I stepped over the guardrail. “You're a detective, can't you f8nd my little girl? That's your job!” She cried, grabbing onto my arm. I gently took her hand and pulled it off, holding it between both of mine. “I was a homicide detective, Carol. I felt with murderers and serial killers not missing persons. But we will find your daughter. We just need to wait for morning when the sun comes up. We can organize a lot better so no one is running around in the woods at night. We don't need more people getting lost,” I told her gently. “You can't just leave her out there! She's just a little girl!” She cried more and I walked away. I couldn't even begin to imagine how she was feeling right now.

The next day we got up early; just as the sun was coming up and made sure everyone had water and a weapon. Shane and Rick went over the rules and plan of what was going to happen. Everyone would be going besides Dale and T-Dog. Daryl and Rock led the way, Glenn and I stayed in the middle, and Shane brought up the back. It was the safest way. The five of us knew how to fight and deal with the walkers better than the rest of them. Carl was also with us. I don't know why Lori and Rick agreed to let him come along because it was definitely not a good idea, but I have no place to say anything.

After walking a few miles in we came along a tent in the middle of the woods. Rick, Shane, and Daryl checked it out. Daryl went inside but before he did that Rick had Carol quietly call out for Sophia in case she was in there. After a few times of her calling for Sophia and telling her it was okay and there was no response, Daryl went inside. When he came back out he explained that there was some dead guy in there. “What'd Jenner call it? Opted out,” he said. We were talking about our next options when a church bell rang in the distance.

Without even thinking or listening to anyone Rick ran towards the sound leaving no choice but for the rest of us to run after him. Eventually we came to a break in the trees, coming out into a cemetery with a church sitting in the distance. Except this couldn't be the right place, this church had no steeple, no bells to be rung. But the bells rang again and we were rushing to the church. Unfortunately the only thing we found inside were a few walkers. The bells were set on a timer, which Glenn disconnected. Carol and Lori went back inside to sit, giving everyone a small break until we could figure out what to do next.

After twenty minutes we gathered in a group to talk about our next options. Rick and Shane decided they would keep looking for a little while and catch up to us. Daryl and I would lead everyone back to the highway. Of course Carl Went with Rick which again I didn't think was a great idea. The three of them went off in a different direction and the rest went back to the highway.

On the way back we took a small break, Carol started to blame Rick for what happened and Lori tried to calmly tell her it wasn't his fault and he did what he had to do. There was a lot of apologizing and saying Sophia would be found before moving on. Andrea bitched about how far we had to go while getting separated from the group. We didn't take notice until we heard her screaming. Before any of us could get to her a woman on a horse came riding in and hitting the walker with a bat. “Lori…Lori Grimes?” She asked. Lori stepped forward and the woman told her she needed to go with her. “Rick sent me. Carl's been shot. He's alive but you need to come with me now!” Without questioning it Lori got on the horse and took off with the woman.

[aidensteddybear]

Hii it's the alec anon again! Hope ur doing well! ^_^

hopping off the hcs, may I please ask for a oneshot/drabble with regressor!alec and caregiver!connor; with the prompt of connor finding out that alec regresses and attempting to take care of him for the first time? i'll let you take the wheel on from there! (I imagine that connor is confused but accidentally a natural at taking care of alec.. hehe.) Thank you !! /nf

I also wanted to say that I loved ur jashley friendship hcs! they are super cute! And the Yul ones are super accurate as well! i love how in character your hcs are!!

Regressor! Alec w/ Caregiver! Connor

Alec often had no problem with paying attention to conversations he was in. As long as he wasn’t distracted, he was good at keeping up with what was happening.

Though, while Connor was in the middle of talking, Alec’s mind started to become fuzzy. In all honesty, he felt a bit off for a couple days now.

He figured it was due from stress and the lack of time he’d had to regress. Alec hadn’t regressed at all since being on the island, and before that, it had already been a few months since he actually had time to regress.

He’d just been really busy and had no time to do so, but Alec knew he was regressing now. And really, out of everyone else on his team, Connor was probably going to be the least likely to judge him. Of course, Alec would much rather regress alone than with anyone else on the island though.

Connor noticed how Alec looked a bit out of it. He wasn’t responding to him and was just staring off at nothing. Gently, Connor placed his hand on Alec’s shoulder to get his attention. Surprised by the sudden gesture, Alec jumped a little and looked over at Connor.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologized. “You just..looked like you were zoned out. Are you alright?” Connor questioned.

“Uh..uh-huh. I’m fine, just a bit fuzzy. I’m..uh..” Alec trailed off, starting to nervously fidget with his fingers. “Um. I..uh. I’m regressing…” He admitted quietly.

Alec immediately regretted saying that, he should’ve just told Connor he was feeling well and was going to lay down in the tent. He really shouldn’t have said that, but it just sort of slipped out.

“Oh, I’m not exactly sure what that is. Could you explain it a little?” Connor responded. “Can’t really explain it very well right now. Can explain better later. But I just feel younger…a lot younger..” Alec said.

He could feel himself slipping in his headspace a lot faster now, and was just really nervous about it. He’d never regressed in front of anyone before, besides a few times with ex wife, who wasn’t really the most supportive of the whole thing.

“You feel younger? How young do you feel right now?” A soft whimper left from Alec, who was now completely regressed and, in all honesty, scared.

He was scared of being judged and he scared that this whole thing would get back to the rest of his team. Alec knew they wouldn’t be very nice about it, to say the least.

Shyly, Alec looked at Connor and held up one finger. Connor’s eyes widened. He definitely didn’t expect him to be that young.

“You’re one? One years old?” Connor questioned, a small bit of panic in his voice. He wasn’t sure how to deal with a 32 year old man who thought he was just a year old.

Alec gave a small nod, his lip quivering slightly as tears welled up in his eyes. Alec wasn’t much of a crier when small, but if got as anxious as he was now, then yeah, he was going to end up crying.

Connor saw the upset and nervous expression on Alec’s face. He carefully grabbed his hand and stood up from the log that they were sitting on.

“It’s alright, Alec. Do you want to go sit in the tent?” Alec sniffled as he looked up at Connor. He nodded and pointed at the tent.

“Yeah, buddy. We’re going to go in the tent.” Connor smiled as he helped Alec up and got him in the tent.

Alec sat on his sleeping bag, still staring up at Connor. Though luckily, he didn’t seem to be as upset as he was.

“So, what would you like to do, kiddo?” Connor asked. “Do you want to play, sleep, relax?” Alec thought for a moment.

“Sleepy..” He answered in a small voice. “You’re sleepy? Then how about we take a little nap.” Alec nodded, before slightly swatting at his glasses, clearly wanting them off.

“Be easy, Alec. I got it.” Connor gently grabbed Alec’s glasses off of his face and set them in a safe spot.

“You ready for your nap, little guy?” Alec gave another nod. “Mhm.” He hummed softly as he pulled his hair tie off and threw it on the ground.

Connor chuckled a bit, grabbing the hair tie and putting it around his own wrist, just so Alec wouldn’t lose it.

Connor then helped Alec into his sleeping bag, and as he was zipping him up, Alec grabbed ahold of his arm.

“Stay..” He mumbled. “Stay..stay..” Alec repeated quietly. Even if Alec hadn’t asked him to stay, Connor was still going to anyway. He may not have known what was going on and was still confused about it, but he did know that Alec was in no condition to be left alone right now.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m staying.” Connor sat down beside of Alec and held his hand. He rubbed his thumb back and forth against the top of Alec’s hand, which really seemed to soothe him.

The whole time he was awake, Alec just stared up at Connor with sleepy eyes that grew heavier by the minute.

“Goodnight..” Alec whispered when his eyes became too heavy to keep open. A small yawn came from him as he turned his head the other way and slipped his thumb in his mouth, to help him fall asleep faster.

“Goodnight, Alec. Sweet dreams.” Connor spoke softly. He continued to rub Alec’s hand for a couple of minutes, before he eventually fell asleep.

Connor was extremely confused about what was going on, but he didn’t really mind it. He was definitely going to talk to Alec about this more, once he was in a proper headspace to do so.

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 15: Fantasy Masks

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix 

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Prologue | Switch | Stitched | PNPT | Septicheroes | Fantasy Masks

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It's remarkably hard to stay asleep after the sun rises when you're sleeping outside. Of course, the King didn't sleep at all, but he doesn't let Magnificent know that. He sits up and stretches like he's just waking up, then glances at the spot where Mag fell asleep.

Mag hisses as the sun invades his vision and tries to curl his tail over it. But, then he remembers where he is. And who’s with him. He quickly shifts back into his human form and coughs, trying to save some dignity. Even if his cheeks are glowing red.

Luckily, the King does not care about Mag being a cat or acting like one—aside from a general fascination with how he’s able to do it so easily. “Good news,” he says. “I believe I figured out where we are while trying to sleep last night. Generally, of course. Specifics are difficult in the wild.” He points through the trees to the mountains. “Judging by how close the Dragon’s Teeth are and the general terrain, we might be in the Killiyearn Woods, or at least on the edge of them. And if we head the right direction, we may find Killithair. There will be no people, but there will be a road, and traveling down that is easier than trekking through the undergrowth.”

Mag's eyes brighten a bit at this but he does school his expression as he stretches out and nods. "Alright. That does sound better than trampsing through here."

“Get up, then.” The King glances around. “I believe we should keep the mountains to our left. Head north. If we don’t come out of these trees by noon the I suppose we should start heading towards the mountains.”

Mag does a little mocking gesture of the king's 'get up' behind his back before teleporting to his feet in a flicker of static. He brushes himself off and nods his head towards the king, "Lead the way then."

"Very well."

They start walking. "Killithair, by the way, was a small town that housed a... I believe the term is summer palace? For the royal family. I thought it was a waste to maintain it so I made sure everyone left." He wonders if they abandoned the food stores in their compulsion to leave.

Mag follows afterwards, studying the woods again and feeling the magic in the air. He nods, "Ah right- I heard of royals having vacation homes in other parts of a kingdom. But, of course, they can't be without their luxury."

The King snorts and rolls his eyes. "I agree with you about that. Why do you think I abandoned it? The old King and Queen said something about connecting with nature. If you wanted to do that, why have such a large palace?"

Mag laughs, "Indeed. Seems contradictory."

“Heh.” The King grins. “It does, doesn’t it? In any case, the palace was built sturdy enough that it should still be standing, even if the rest of the town is in disrepair. So we are guaranteed one night of sleep that is not out in the open.”

Magnificent stretches and nods, "That sounds like a worthy goal." It felt strange to just be... surviving. But, he had no way of searching for the annoyances now... and trying to get the king now wouldn't do much for him... they needed to be in a more public place. Patience... he could be patient.

"Indeed." The King nods. Once they reached somewhere more defensible, they could resume their.... previous encounter. No doubt Magnificent was already planning on how to get the advantage. He would have to be prepared. "I hope you're ready for more walking."

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"Draco? Draco?"

In Bro and Alt's tent, Draco uncurls himself, stretching. He kneads Alt's tunic for a while before slinking off and slipping back outside.

Alt blinks awake at the kneading and smiles down at the cat before blinking and realizing it's not his own. He sits up and watches Draco slink out.

"There you are!" Marvin's voice says. "You little traitor. You must really like those two. More than me, your wizard? I'm hurt."

"He is a cat, I am not sure what you were expecting." That's Henrik.

"Shhhh. I know."

Bro turns over with blearily eyes, "wazzit?" He slurs, still blinking sleep from his eyes.

Alt laughs and stretches, patting Bro on the shoulder. "Mornin' to you too." He checks himself over then heads out of the tent, smiling shyly. "Didn't mean to steal your cat, Marvin-"

“Oh you’re awake!” Marvin gasps, then smiles. “Don’t worry about it. Draco does his own stuff a lot of the time. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s magic or because he’s a cat.”

“Perhaps both,” Henrik mutters. “Good morning, Alt. How did you sleep?”

Alt laughs then smiles at Henrik, "umm... surprisingly well. I think Draco helped with that." He bends down to give the cat many pets.

“I’m glad he helped you,” Marvin says, smiling. “Maybe he sensed something was wrong. Do you have familiars where you come from? Hmm… probably not, because you don’t have wizards. Basically, they are magical animals we can summon.”

"Dude I wish!" Alt laughs, "Glitches is... basically my shadow though. We do everything together... it's... weird not to have her around."

Marvin smiles. “I understand. It’s the same with Draco and me. Which is why I can’t believe he BETRAYED me—“ He laughs and pets Draco.

Bro stumbles out of the tent, messing up his hair and yawning loudly. "g'morning-"

“Good morning!” Henrik says brightly. Clearly people in this universe are much more used to waking up early. “We were going to wake you up for breakfast.”

"mmm yes- breakfast good," Bro mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. He's usually a morning person- but the last day of running around has definitely caught up to him.

“Come come, back to the fire,” Henrik says. “And do not worry, I’m sure you will be home soon. We already sent messages to other camps to look out for that other man.”

Bro whoops quietly and starts to head towards the fire. Alt chuckles and gets up to follow, "... did we even give you a description of what to look for...? I mean... it might not matter actually... knowing him he's probably in a disguise...."

“You did not, but we told them to look for strangers with unusual magic,” Henrik says. “We did assume he may disguise himself as well. It is fairly easy to do here, if you have the right charm.”

"Yeah, his magic will probably give him away... I've noticed ours is very different than what's around here." Alt replies.

Like last night, the fire is roaring and surrounded by people. The food appears to be more meat, some baked potatoes, and oatmeal—which is unfortunately blander than in Alt and Bro’s world since it appears the Phantoms don’t have sugar or other spices. There is honey, though. That helps.

Bro gets into line and seems more peppy as he digs into his food. The oatmeal is weird but- eh he's had worse. Alt avoids it altogether.

It's not long before Jackie, Chase, and Jameson all join the group.

"Oh good you're still here!" Chase says, laughing. "I was half-wondering if you'd disappear and leave only gold behind. But no, you're clearly here to stay."

"Don't bring up gold, they might feel bad that they can't give us any!" Jackie says. "Oh wait, do you even have that in your world? Is it still valuable or do you use something else for currency? People here sometimes still use jasper--that's a sort of rock--but we've mostly started to use coins. I don't think you'd need to use currency of any kind though since you've been here the whole time." Clearly, Jackie is full of energy this morning.

“Why would we leave gold behind? Is that what the ‘fair folks’ were known for? Turning things to gold?” Bro asks between bites.

Alt rolls his eyes with a laugh, “I think he means like money, Chase. For hospitality? But to answer your question Jackie we have gold but it’s mostly for jewelry now. We have established currency in our world. It’s mostly… ugh- fuck how do I explain digital- powered by… lightning? Now?”

Jackie's eyes widen. "Wow. I-I don't think I can even imagine what that would be like. Lightning money."

"It sounds like your world uses lightning the way ours uses magic," Marvin says.

“Yeah in a way,” Alt laughs.

"As for the gold, I mean--there are some stories where the Fair Folk would do things like that," Chase says. "I know one where a man was challenged by a stranger on a red horse to a race, which he couldn't have possibly won. So he got clever and tied the stranger's horse to a tree. The stranger, impressed by this, killed a deer and gave it to the man, but he could only take some of it home. When he arrived there, he found the meat had turned into gold."

That's why you must be smart and respectful to the strange, Jameson says. You never know what you could win.

Bro and Alt listen to Chase’s story, pretty captured by his storytelling. Bro grins, “That sounds just like the fables our aunts would tell us! Always a moral~ Neat!”

Chase grins. "My kids always loved my stories. I'm glad it holds true for adults, too."

"You're a great storyteller, Chase," Jackie says. "You could've made a living that way if you didn't have to be a hunter."

"Well I like hunting too, even if I'm only an average marksman."

"You're better than any of us in this group," Henrik says. Then glances at Bro and Alt. "Ah, sorry, I should not make assumptions."

Bro grins and points at himself. “I’m a pretty good shot! …though I haven’t used a bow since… oh- maybe it’s been a while.” He laughs. “But I can shoot lightning and I’m pretty accurate with that!”

Alt shrugs, “I’m just happy when I hit something. Probably can’t hunt worth shit.”

"I could... try to teach you, if you like," Chase says haltingly. "I know you two have your magic, but it could always be good to have some other skills in this world," Jackie suggests. "Ooh! Or I could teach you swordfighting, Or, start to, at least, it takes longer than you expect."

Marvin rolls his eyes. "I get along fine with just my magic," he mutters.

"Oh, do not be so sour, Marvin," Henrik says. "It is your choice like it is their choice."

Bro stims excitedly, “I WANNA LEARN TO SWORD FIGHT!!” He probably shouts too loudly. Alt pulls on Bro’s arm to drag him back with a laugh.

Jackie smiles wide and flaps his hands. "Well I want to teach you so that works out!"

Henrik laughs. "I have not seen you this excited in a while, Jackie."

"It's not every day you get to teach a man from another world how to wield a blade," Jackie looks at him and grins.

Alt studies Chase and grins. “While I do have my magic… it could be fun to learn. Just in case-“

"Ha, I-I guess we should all head over to the combat field after breakfast, then," Chase says, smiling shyly. "Jameson, you're coming too, I'm going to continue our lessons from yesterday."

Jameson shrugs. Fine by me.

Alt smiles at Jameson, “Hey at least we don’t have to learn alone right?”

Jameson smiles back. True, there's that. I'm sure I'll make a fool of myself with the arrows regardless but that does make me feel better.

"Well if the rest of you are going I might as well too," Marvin mutters.

"I did not say I was going," Henrik says.

"But you are, aren't you?"

"It'll be fun to see."

Bro hovers a bit in the air, his excitement palpable. “Whoo!! This is gonna be so fun!!”

Alt wrangles his brother back down to earth, “You’re gonna float away if you’re not careful, Chase!” He laughs.

"Everyone finish up," Jackie says, voice muffled as he starts shoving food into his mouth.

"Jackie, manners!" Marvin gasps.

"Damn the manners! Go fast!"

“You heard the man!” Bro says, following Jackie’s example to shove the rest of his food in his mouth.

“Oh my god-“ Alt mumbles in exasperation.

Marvin looks at Alt, matching his exasperated expression.

"If you two choke I will say 'I told you so' as I save you," Henrik declares.

Luckily, neither of them choke, and it's not long before they're heading over to the combat fields. Jackie asks for some space, and manages to clear out a section between the dragon wing bones. This is a perfect spot for everything to happen at once, as Chase sets up some distant targets while Jackie finds a pair of wooden practice swords. Henrik and Marvin sit down on the bones to watch.

"Make sure everyone picks up something that's the right size," Jackie says. "Other Chase, you're taller than me, so you can probably handle a sword with more reach. And elders and sisters, Jameson, don't try using a longbow again."

Bro bounces on his heels before looking for the right practice sword. He tests out the grip and weight before playfully striking at it at Alt, who tries to block it with his arm. “Alt! Doesn’t this remind you of us playing knights as kids??”

“You were the knight, I was the dragon!” Alt grins, playfully batting Bro away with a spare shock of electricity.

Bro hops away, laughing. “Ah yes! My fearsome baby brother! The 3 foot terrifying dragon I had to defend the biscuits from!”

“Nuh-uh! If anything I was defending them cuz you’d eat them all!” Alt pushes at his brother before glitching over to find the right bow.

Jackie smiles fondly. "I played warrior with my siblings, too. It got me so excited to train on Fiornear Field with all the rest of the warriors."

"He was so excited that he ran away at twelve to go do that," Marvin calls from the sidelines.

"And I was great for my age!" Jackie picks up a pair of practice swords, looks at them both, then puts one down.

"I think this'll be a good one for you, Alt," Chase suggests, pointing one out. "It's already strung so you won't have to worry about that. Jameson, though, you should try, so here." He hands an unstrung bow to Jameson, who looks at it curiously and then starts trying to loop the string around the ends of the wood.

Alt nods and studies the bow. He tries to hold it experimentally, drawing back the string to see how hard it was to do. Chase had a big medieval phase when they were boys so their aunts got them some lessons. But it’s been years…

The string of the bow is surprisingly really hard to draw back. "Oh damn, wait, I almost forgot our arm guards!" Chase rushes over to the other side of the weapons rack and grabs three pieces of leather. "Stupid. Here, put that on the forearm that's not drawing the string. Ah, and double check which eye is dominant, hold the bow with the opposite hand." As he says that, Jameson closes one eye after the other, then hurriedly switches which hand he's holding the bow in while Chase isn't looking.

Alt pauses and blinks then starts to follow Chase’s instructions. He puts the guard on his left forearm after checking to make sure which eye is dominant. His right is, so he holds the bow with his left. “Alright- I think I got it.”

"Great job!" Chase says, checking both of them. "Okay, now footwork is very important. Keep them shoulder-length apart, like this." He demonstrates. "You're turned sideways relative to the target. The same foot you're holding the bow with should be in front. Jair, move a bit to the left, you want to be directly in front of the target." Jameson nods, taking a few steps left, making sure where he is by tracing a line with his hand.

Alt puts his left foot forward and draws his sight towards the target. He’s pretty good at judging distance, considering he’s an artist. He lines himself up.

"Alright, other Chase, we'll start with two-handed fighting since that's easier, but I usually fight one-handed. And with two swords. Heh, they never see it coming..."

Bro grins and nods, “oh yeah you can just call me Bro if you want! That way it’s less confusing~! But sounds good!” He tries to flip the sword and fumbles with it a bit before catching it.

"Brá... no, Bro," Jackie tests it out, then laughs. "It's so strange." He laughs harder when Bro fumbles with the sword. "You have to be careful, Bro! If that was a real sword it would really hurt to drop it on your foot. Here, steady your grip, like this." Jackie demonstrates. "No fancy tricks yet, as tempting as it is."

Bro grins sheepishly, “Right. Focusing- I can do that! Whatcha got first for me, teach?”

"Well, my own teachers made me spend a long time just holding the sword and practicing lifting it and all that. To build up the muscle. But I think we can skip that with you since you definitely seem strong enough." Jackie pauses. "Iiiiin that case... okay, I'm curious. I'm going to attack with mine and you block. No specific moves, just do what you think. Then we'll reverse."

Bro grabs into the hilt of his sword with both of his hands and grins. “Lay it on me!”

Jackie grins. "Alright, if you insist." And he goes in for the attack.

Meanwhile, Chase is demonstrating how to nock an arrow. Unlike arrows in the modern world, there's no plastic part at the end that neatly fits on the string, only a small divet on the end of the shaft clearly made by a knife. "There are three vanes--that's the individual fletching bits--and you need to line it up so that a single one points away... elders, they're really going at it already?"

Bro shouts out and gets hits on his leg on the first swing, jumping back. But then as he tries to block the second one he gets hit on his arm. “Jesus!!”

Alt laughs, trying to notch the arrow, “that sounds about right-“

Jackie backs off quickly, smiling triumphantly. "Hey, you almost got it! You are pretty fast."

"You still beat him, Jackie!" Henrik calls.

"Hey, I'm trying to be encouraging!" Jackie shouts back. "Okay, okay, now you go for me."

Bro grins and nods, slipping back his foot and then trying to hit a couple blows on Jackie.

"Whoa!" Jackie takes a step back and defends himself, blocking all of Bro's attacks. "You have the energy, I see! That'll go a long way, but not all the way." He lowers the practice sword, smiling. "Alright, you're doing what a lot of beginners do while attacking, which is focusing on your opponent's front torso area. It's an instinctive thing, I think, to go for the center of mass, but, as you remember from what I did, a lot of sword attacks come for your sides and legs--because people tend to also focus on their own front torso area while protecting. You need to be aware of your whole body."

Bro thinks this over and then nods, grinning, "Makes sense! Guess its opposite of fighting with your fists- there you try to go for knocking someone off balance, usually from the center!"

"Makes sense!" Jackie nods. "With fists you have to get up close. Swords have reach. It's a sort of balancing act with them. Your opponent needs to be far enough so that their whole blade doesn't just slam into you, but you need to be close enough to land your own blows. Here, let's go slow so I can show you some blocking. Defense is most important when dealing with sharp metal."

"Okay!" Bro exclaims excitedly, getting into a fighting stance with his sword. "Yeah, I'm probably better at defending than anything- but usually I focus on dodging!"

"Dodging is also good! That's why there's always such a focus on footwork in swordplay. But defense comes first. Just in case your opponent is faster." Jackie raises his sword again. "Alright. There are three basic moves: block, parry, and sweep. For blocking, move your sword to meet mine." He moves in slow-motion, making to slash at Bro's torso.

Bro nods, trying his best to pay attention, ADHD be damned. When Jackie moves he moves his sword to block the slash before it hits his stomach.

"Perfect," Jackie says. "A parry is similar, but you have to wait until the last moment. What you did just now, with moving your sword up, would be too soon for a parry. The difference is that parries will often throw your opponent off-balance so you can attack. Here, try again." Jackie makes another slash attack.

Bro nods and tries to wait until the last moment then blocks and tries to push Jackie’s sword back, “like that?”

Jackie grins. "Pretty good, but it could be better. You're a bit eager, I can tell. Here, lemme move faster, that might help." Jackie repeats it again, going just a bit quicker.

Bro nods and dances in place slightly, like someone trying to get warmed up on the sidelines before trying to parry again, maybe going a bit fast still.

"You're still going a bit fast, but let's move on for now," Jackie says. "The sweep is when you use the flat part of the blade to knock the opponent's sword aside." Jackie demonstrates. "See how you twist your arm? Timing is most important here; you don't want to miss entirely. Okay? Let's try it." Jackie goes for the same slash attack.

Bro's eyes brighten and he grins, nodding. He waits then twists his arm to sweep at Jackie's blade, side stepping and bending low to give it more power.

"Whoa!" Jackie takes a step back from the force of the swing. He cracks a grin. "That was probably too much force for this speed, but it would be perfect for an actual fight."

Bro beams, proud of himself, "Fuck yeah, progress!" He does a little fist pump.

"Progress!" Jackie repeats cheerfully. They get back to practicing.

Jameson watches the two of them. I'm glad I chose the long range.

"Don't be glad until we see your aim," Chase says. "Here, there's a knot in the string, nock the arrow so it's just above that."

Alt follows Chase's advice and nocks the arrow and then pulls back the string. "Okay- i think I got it!"

"Great form, Alt!" Chase compliments. "Jameson, make sure you're holding the bow upwards." Jameson nods and raises it a bit. "And both of you make sure your elbow is parallel to the ground. Once you think you're ready, line up the point of the arrow with the target and loose."

Alt nods and lines up his shot, trying to take a deep breath and follow Chase's advice. His aim is a bit shaky and it drifts slightly but he does manage to hit the target at least!

"Great job, Alt!" Chase says. "I know that might sound unbelievable, but hey--you hit the target."

Yes, congratulations, Jameson says. His own arrow went very wide. I don't understand how I missed entirely.

"I was watching, you're both shaking a little. There was probably also some instinctive flinching when the bow string snaps."

Alt flushes and then tests out the string, "The string is hard to pull for me I think... the tension makes my arm wanna shake."

"Let me see if it's too tight," Chase offers, taking Alt's bow temporarily. He draws and releases it a couple times without arrows. "Hmm... there is a bit of tension, but this is pretty normal in my experience. Don't worry, people are always surprised by how much force it takes to draw the bow. I'll never understand how Lukas can handle that huge longbow of his when shortbows are this difficult."

Alt laughs, “I’m probably just out of shape- arm muscle wise at least. Magic doesn’t take a lot of muscle. I bet I can aim better at the target with a spell than an arrow.” He attempts to notch another arrow, fumbling for a second before drawing back again, trying to control how his arm shakes.

Don't worry, Alt, Marvin is the same way, Jameson says.

"Hey! I have muscle!" Marvin says defensively.

"He doesn't," Chase whispers to Alt playfully. "Yeah, in that case, you might just need to practice more. Here, both of you try again. I'll go too so you can watch me for reference." He moves to a target and nocks an arrow of his own.

Alt laughs, “Maybe we need to have a spell off!” He chuckles, only half joking. That could be fun… but this was equally as fun- even if his arms hurt. He nods and aims at the target again- breathes then let’s the arrow fly.

Alt's arrow flies and gets a bit closer to the target this time and he grins wide.

"Whoo!" Chase throws his hands in the air in celebration. "Great, Alt! Jameson! You both got closer!"

I still missed, Jameson points out.

"Closer is still good. Look, I've been doing this for years, and I'm still not an expert. See?" Chase's own arrow hit the middle ring of the target. "But the thing about hunting is that any hit is better than none."

Alt smiles at Jameson, "If it helps I did do some of this as a kid- Chase had a big knights phase so our aunts signed us up for lots of stuff."

That does help, actually, Jameson says, nodding.

"Didn't your parents ever make you take self-defense classes?" Marvin asks from the sidelines.

They did, that did not include bows. Did your parents ever make YOU take self-defense classes?

"They did until I threw a fit about it."

"That explains so much about you, actually," Henrik mutters.

Alt bursts out laughing, hiding it behind his sleeve. "Cut the guy some slack, magic is faster than a sword- maybe not an arrow though.. definitely not faster than a bullet though."

"I'm guessing a 'bulhet' is a type of weapon," Chase says. "Hey Marvin? Is magic faster than arrows?"

Marvin pauses for a moment, thinking about that. He mimes that grabbing-light gesture with his amulet a couple times. "Probably not," he concludes.

"Well then it has its advantages and disadvantages then!" Alt adds, "And yeah- it's a nasty one... not one you guys will have to worry about though."

"I'm glad of that, then," Chase says. "Alright you two. It's practice time. It'll be boring and hard, but it's how you get better."

After a bit more blows Jackie says "Alright, you have a choice now. Do you want to spend the next while doing the same thing over and over like I did when I was learning, or do you want to move on even if you only started here?"

"Hmmm-" Bro thinks, "that's a tough choice... I wanna learn more things!" He grins.

Jackie grins back. "How did I know you'd say that?”

"He's predictable like that!" Alt calls over. Bro sticks his tongue out at him.

“Alright, let's get to it then." Jackie says.

The rest of the morning passes with the group at the combat field, learning and practicing until hunger drove them to get lunch.

The Brody brothers enjoy their practice even if Bro has way more bruises and Alt's arms feel like jelly. But, Lunch is a relief.

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The trees are finally starting to thin out. The King brushes some low-hanging branches aside and sees a rolling field. Beyond the next couple hills he can see the peak of a tower. He smiles. "Success."

"Thank the goddess-" Magnificent moans as he comes up behind the King. "Yes nature is beautiful and blah blah blah but- civilization even if it is primitive..."

The King can't help but laugh. "Ah, so true." Even if he knew how to survive in the wild it didn't mean he wanted to. "We must hurry. I wonder what will be waiting for us."

Eventually, as they get closer, some buildings come into view. Typical for this area, they are white plaster supported with wood, their roofs made of thatch. They are surrounded by a short wall, chest-high. In the center of the cluster of buildings is the palace, tall towers reaching high.

Magnificent follows after the King and studies the buildings as they pass. So different from what he was used to... little glass in sight. Which makes sense but- still weird. It's almost charming. But, like the King, he sets his eyes on the palace.

Some of the buildings' walls have collapsed due to neglect. Many are missing thatch from their roofs. The King glances at them, but ignores them. Instead he heads straight for the palace. There's a large set of heavy-looking front doors. He stares at them for a moment, then bends down and pulls a loose stone from the street. And quickly throws it through one of the glass windows.

Magnificent jumps and then hisses to the king, "The hell are you doing??"

"Saving my strength. I know you can appear through walls, but I would have to open those doors, and I don't feel like straining myself after a hike through the wild." The King walks up to the window, clears the broken glass, and climbs through.

Magnificent blinks and then chuckles slightly at the sight of the King scurrying through the window. He teleports through with little effort.

The interior of the palace is dusty and faded, a tattered green carpet underfoot and large tapestries on the walls. The King takes a moment to stare at one featuring a man with green eyes holding a sword. Then he looks away. "I suppose we explore now."

Magnificent studies the tapestry and the king's reaction and gestures towards it, "There a story behind this one?"

"There's stories behind most of them," the King says, glancing back at that one. "The royal family was big on history. That is a work honoring Samuel the Green-Eyed. The first King." He pauses. "My legacy." His voice is tinged with bitterness. Without another word, he starts walking down the hall.

Magnificent raises an eyebrow at this, and starts following after the King. But, that doesn't mean he won't push some buttons. "So- sounds like this isn't a legacy you- particularly enjoy, hm? The bitterness is your voice was palpable."

The King laughs darkly. "How shall I put this...?" He taps his fingers against his chin, stroking the beard. "We could have been so much more. But Samuel simply settled."

"Oh? How so?" Magnificent presses. "Wasn't ambitious enough? Didn't conquer enough land?"

"Exactly." The King smiles. "Why settle for half the island? Why not sail to the other kingdoms, or settle the Wyldwood beyond the Dragon's Teeth? Even back then, they would have been able to do both those things. But no. And here we have stayed."

He pushes open a door. "Oh good, the kitchen."

"Ah- I see. Do you plan to expand your territory then? Out do what your ancestors did?" Magnificent asks.

"Exactly." His smile widens as he walks across the room. "Once that annoying rebellion is squashed, all our efforts will go to the army... and the navy we do not yet have. That always seemed foolish, for an island."

"Sounds like a sound plan. Rebels are always troublesome though. Humans and their 'hope' and 'caring for others' bullshit." The mad magician snorts.

The King chuckles and looks at Magnificent. "I have never met someone else who spoke as I believed." It's a shame the magician is definitely planning to betray him.

Magnificent chuckles too and hops up to sit on the closest counter, curling his arm under his chin as he watches the King. "Well- I'm not sure you'll ever meet someone else like me, Aodhan, dear~ I'm one-of-a-kind, you know."

"I thought the same about myself before I met you," the King mutters.He reaches another door and pushes it open. The pantry is stocked, the spell used to preserve everything still intact. Good. "Would you look at that. We could have whatever we wanted tonight."

Mag eyes the pantry and smirks. "Oh good."

The King walks into the pantry and starts picking out items. Amazing that this spell even kept the fruit fresh.

He leans against the wall and bites into an apple, looking thoughtful. "I propose we stay here for the day and night. Then in the morning we stock up and head down the road."

Magnificent flops back onto the counter and lets himself lay down, even if its dusty. Feels good on his weary body. "Good enough for me."

The King nods. "In which case, we'll look around for some more. Unless you're comfortable right there."

"Oh yes the dust is very comfortable- like a warm fuzzy blanket." Mag deadpans before teleporting back to be by the king wiping himself off.

The King laughs. "Well let's see if there are some actual blankets still in here. Even moth eaten ones would be an improvement."

Magnificent sneezes from all the dust and wipes at his nose as he follows after the King as he heads back out.

As they leave the pantry and the kitchen, a bird sitting on a hall windowsill suddenly flaps off and flies away. The King stops, staring at the spot it was with narrowed eyes.

Mag blinks and follows the bird's path before raising an eyebrow at the King. "... grudge against birds or...?"

"That was a searcher pigeon," he mutters. "It could have stopped here while on its way somewhere else. We could have scared it off right now. Or... it could have found what it was looking for."

"...who would know we were here though?" Magnificent narrows his eyes after the bird now. "I mean... unless it your knights or whatever. Bet they're going crazy that their King is missing."

"They wouldn't have known we were here. But they would know now." The King pauses for a moment. "It could be from Suilthair. The warriors or some nobles could have gotten concerned about my absence. Or..." He pauses again. "Well, it's best to be prepared. Rest and food. Leave in the morning."

"Who else would just have a random pigeon searching or waiting at an abandoned palace?" Mag grumbles.

"Well, I'm not sure of the resources of those rebels I mentioned, but... it's possible," the King says, slowly walking down the hallway again.

"Hm..." Magnificent looks out the window for a second before following after the King.

[pikmingrubb]

First Time:

Jimmy McGill x FTM!reader

tags: sex, oral sex, squirting, genital piercings, and uhm, hmm? yes

readers genitals are referred to as: cock, cunt, boy pussy, t-dick,

Word count: 4,097

“No, no, I think that’s a great idea!” Jimmy’s hands brushed up and down gently on your shoulders in a comforting manner. He gave a little shake of his head while a grin broke out on his face, whatever feelings of apprehension you once held melted away at this. Jimmy always knew what to say to make you feel better, to quell whatever thoughts spun inside your brain, he always had something to say. Sometimes you’d think it was a nervous tick of his, his mouth running a mile a minute, as if he had scripted dialogue ready to pop off at a moment's notice. 

A held breath was released, a tentative chuckle rose from your throat, hands immediately coming up to clasp onto Jimmy’s. You both stayed like that for a moment, just allowing each other to bask in warm gazes and soft touches in this private moment, you leaned into his touch and gave him a slow kiss. 

He made a slight hum of approval and dug in deeper, giving you a sloppy open-mouth kiss. The kiss lasted for a heated second, teeth clinking together before Jimmy pulled back, allowing you to catch your breath. A grin winding its way onto his lips, “I would love to go on an official date with you, I mean we’ve gone to dinner before, but…” He just chuckles and continues brushing his thumb over your cheek, scratching at your short, shaved face. 

“But this time, someone actually said the word ‘date’, I’m glad we’ve actually crossed that bridge,” Jimmy said almost floundering, he didn’t know when to shut his mouth, but luckily you enjoyed his little ramblings. “Cause, I’ll be honest, I was getting a little tired of playing the dance around. I wasn’t even sure if you-” You just gave Jimmy an exasperated smile as you raised your brows at him. 

“I uhm…What I mean is. Yes, I want to go on an official romantic candlelit dinner, sir.” Jimmy managed to still make his response into a long-winded paragraph.  

“I would very much like that, too.” A light laugh left your lips as you both leaned in for another kiss. 

____

The official spoken date went by like a breeze; it wasn’t as if this was actually the first date you two had. Just in terms of “ Hey we’ve been doing this for a bit, is this official? Oh, shit. It is? ” kinda thing. 

You two talked and ate greasy food and enjoyed a little alcohol to make the night go by easier, all said and done you now found yourself with your clothes practically falling off you as Jimmy kept inching you two towards the bedroom. 

“If we don’t move this along, sweetie,” Jimmy breathes in between kisses and soft nips on the neck, “We might just end up doing this on the couch,” He half-jokingly murmurs, pulling away just barely as his fingers brushed up your hips to rest on your ribs. 

The intensity and warmth of Jimmy’s touch were enough to make you pulse with want, your hardening t-dick brushing uncomfortably against your jeans. The two of you don’t move an inch, just gazing at each other, gauging emotions. You definitely wanted him, his cute face flushed with a wanton look and maybe even a little alcohol in there?

“I think the bed is definitely our target, I don’t want my first time to be on a-” You started to say casually before you saw Jimmy’s expression. His attentive eyes were wide, a glint of surprise and a questioning look arose on him. Your train of thought disappeared completely as you understood your own words as well, Jimmy nor you really delved into each other’s past sexual experiences. 

“Wait, wait…Hold on a minute,” Jimmy seemed much gentler, his words slow as he completely stopped in his tracks towards the bedroom, his fingers brushing against your jaw again. “...Is, is this your first time doing something like this?” He blinks at you. Fou forced a swallow as you nodded your head, suddenly feeling very small under his inquisitive eyes.

“No, I’ve never gone…That far, with anyone. I’m sorry, I just forgot I’m not as experienced as you.” You murmur, feeling like this was definitely something you should have mentioned, part of you thought maybe he knew. Wrong to assume things, I suppose…

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” Jimmy shakes his head, his hand landing on the small of your back, leading you gently into his bedroom. “I just…I’m surprised is all. I mean, a good-looking dude like you?” He chuckles sitting you both down on the bed. He crosses his legs and pulls you closer to him. You instantly cuddle into his lap, wanting his arms to circle around you. 

“Mmmm, there we go, my little cuddly puppy.” Jimmy smiles and brings your head into his lap, your eyes practically glowing with love as you gaze up at him. Jimmy brushes your hair gently; his actions have a much slower and calmer feeling to them. 

“I want this to be special,” Jimmy starts, still calmly petting your hair and leaning over you, “I don’t want to rush this, not with you…I want you to feel comfortable, yeah?” He asks brushing his thumb over your lower lip as he leans in and gives you a little kiss. 

Your stomach has definitely settled down, excitement still coursing through your limbs as you just enjoy the slow, sensual touches, “I always feel good with you, I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.” You smile at him; he mirrors your own expression and nods along.

“Good, good.” He says affirmingly, “Now, I gotta ask.” His eyebrow raises a little giving you a mischievous look. You’re already thinking a million different thoughts on what he could possibly be thinking. 

He walks his fingers over your chest, looking at you slowly, “Have. You. Ever.” He punctuates each word with the movements of his fingers tapping away at you, “Had anything inside you? Would you want something like that?” He asked calmly, continuing to gently brush his thumb over your cheek, your eyes widened at this comment. Surprised by Jimmy’s genuinely caring question, he either knew a thing or two about trans men or knew you better than you thought.

Your sudden lingering quiet thoughts of Jimmy’s question made him fear he’d asked something wrong; he got a very serious tone suddenly. “I just thought I’d ask, I know some guys don’t want anything down there, I-I mean, I know you’ve said you-” Jimmy’s words just kept slipping out, practically ramming your eardrums, you just listened patiently, calmly. His confusion furthered seeing this expression on your face, “Okay, maybe I heard wrong, or…. Or-” He stumbles,

“Jimmy.” You serenely murmur, stopping his faltering and disastrous fumbling.

“Yes…?” He says slowly, cringing at his own proverbial word vomit. 

“It’s okay, and yes. I’ve had things inside my pussy. I’m okay with things inside, and yes, I want you inside me.” Your words come out plain and vulgar, not missing a beat. Jimmy just nodded along, mouth slightly agape, I guess that answered all of his possible questions.  

He just stared at you, a little star-struck, his face just leaned in a little closer, clearing his throat, “Okay…” he voices, his hand already starting to travel its way down your shoulder to reach between your legs. Fingers sliding down the fabric of your jeans to grab at your clothed cunt. Even through the dense fabric, his fingers dug in deep enough to caress and stroke your aching cock. 

Jimmy’s eyes seem to light up as your face contorts and a little noise escapes you, a look of surprise and pleasure that Jimmy loved seeing. 

“Okay then, shall I warm you up then?” He brings his thin lips to yours, kissing you gently as you both close your eyes and lean further into the kiss. Jimmy’s hands down leave your crotch as he slides himself over your body, his thigh landing on the other side of your hip. Carefully pinning you to the bed and grinding his palm against your heated core. His breathing forcefully escaped his nose as he dared not part from your kiss, tongue exploring deep inside your maw. 

You find your hands climbing up Jimmy’s arms and tangling themselves into his hair, tugging him closer as you grind yourself into his hand. A little whine leaves your lips when he finally dips his fingers into your jeans and slips his fingers down your cunt and brushes over your sensitive cock.

Instantly feeling how wet and hard you were for him, Jimmy lets out a satisfied groan, pulling away and gazing down at you with an intensely passionate look. “Already wet, huh? How cute are you!” He brings his fingers out from your pants and splays them before you, slick stringing off and dripping down his fingers before he shoves them into his mouth. Practically moaning in front of you as he sucks them dry, lapping at your juices and popping his fingers out of his mouth. You couldn’t peel your eyes away at his lewd sounds and faces.

“So damn good…Good boy!” He smiles at you as if praising you, “I bet your tight little boy pussy down there is just aching for me, huh?” He asks gently, his hand now stroking your cheek while he looks at you softly. A shock of heat rolls down your spine and makes your leg twitch, you feel liquid starting to slide down your cunt and soaking your boxers. Jimmy’s eyes flick down as he sees your body shiver, his mouth opening and closing quickly. 

“Do you? Or would you rather me suck your little cock and finger your tight hole?” He grins at you, you didn’t think Jimmy could have you practically rolling under him, begging in a whiney cock hungry manner so quickly. His hand caressing your hip as he awaits your answer. 

“S-suck me off, please…” You whimper out, practically begging for attention on your needy and hard cock. About fucking time Jimmy sucked and ate you out. You had only imagined him doing this for months now, getting down on his knees and pulling your pussy into his mouth to eat out like a hungry animal. 

Jimmy hesitated none and began unbuttoning and quickly ridding you of your trousers. You leaned back and lifted your ass to help them slide down your bottom, Jimmy’s hands expertly tugging them off each foot, tossing them under and away. 

You take a moment to watch Jimmy as his hands tickle up your legs gently, his eyes eagerly watching your reaction as he reaches back up. Hands gently stroking and caressing your thighs as he spreads you open, granting him a good look at you. His eyes are practically glued to your cock when he sees a shiny metal rod. 

“Oh-hoh! You naughty boy!” He says flicking his finger over your metal piercing, instantly making you gasp in shock and writhe beneath him. Jimmy is spurred on by your reaction, still holding your leg so you can’t close and hide from him, “Aww…Someone’s sensitive,” Jimmy murmurs while he slicks his fingers through your cunt and strokes your cock. 

“Didn’t think you’d have a cock piercing, pup…” He says gently as his hand strokes and rubs your cunt lips, splaying you out and casually dipping one finger into you. You let out a little embarrassed whine at this, Jimmy just gazing at you and watching your reaction. “I feel like you’re more of a slut than you let on, and you’ve never had anyone in you? So cute…” 

“It just makes me a little more s-sensa-Ahhh!” You choke back a whine when Jimmy suddenly dips his head down and licks a strip up your cunt, teasing your cock. Your hand immediately grabs ahold of his hair, he wastes no time delving back in and flattening his tongue against your cock. Licking around the sides and sucking gently before pulling away and breathing onto your already heated core, “Sensitive?” He teases at your inability to even speak.

He slips right back in, bringing the heat in your core to pulse and throb, his lewd-sucking noises filling the room. Eagerly licking and eating you out, moaning straight into your heat, giving your cock a swirl here and there with his warm tongue pressed flatly against you. 

You cry out and clench your thighs around his head, Jimmy pays you no mind as he continues his attack on your cunt. Trying desperately to bring you closer and closer to the edge, chuckling against your lips as you cry and beg into the hot air. “Close?” He beams at you, slowing his movements until he’s just lightly breathing against your trembling legs. You whine at the sudden loss of sensations,

Jimmy just chuckles a little and pats your thigh gently, caressing and giving you a moment to cool down, he gives a little throat-clearing sound as he pulls back. You couldn't help but stare at the evident bulge inside his pants, straining against the fabric as he loosened his belt to relieve the tightness. You swallow watching his hands work at his zipper, pulling it down to reveal his cute blue briefs. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice the dark stain already seeping through his underwear.  

“Sorry,” He says getting up and ridding himself of his own pants, “I don’t think I could stand that any longer,” He sighs, his fingers pulling at his tie, just enough to slip it over his head and working at the buttons of his shirt. 

Once his shirt was finally off, he stepped closer to the bed. You scoot over to the edge to grasp at his hips, pulling his clothed cock nearer to your watering mouth. Jimmy’s breathing increases in intensity as you quietly inspect his cute member. Your hands gently flow down his hip and stroke down his length, earning a little jump from him as you brush over his head. 

Pulling at his waistband, slowly revealing his cute, hardened length. It twitches lightly in the cold air, you watch as a little bead of precum starts to dribble down the head and threatens to spill down onto the floor. Instinctively your mouth licks his head gently, this makes Jimmy release a breath and tense up at the feeling of your tongue flat against his head.

You swallow and lick the drops leaking from his head, pondering the sweaty flavor and slight salt from it. You eagerly lick a little stripe up one of his veins, tilting your head and brushing your lips against his sensitive under skin. The scent of him was even stronger this close to his heat, you didn’t think people’s musk could be this heavy. Then you quickly remember the scent of your own arousal when you’re by yourself, heavy and pungent, the smell of sex.

“That’s it, oh….Oh yeah, just like that…Just uhm, watch the teeth if you’ve never uhm…” He says gripping your scalp a little and brushing gently over your temple, you nod and hum lightly at this instruction. Mouth moving back up from the base of his cock to gently suck his head, ever so carefully moving his whole length into your mouth.

Jimmy moans finally feeling your hot mouth around his throbbing dick, his head lolling back to feel the sensations, “Oh! Hmmph! Oh you feel so good, so wet,”.

You take a moment to adjust to the feeling of slurping him down your throat, his eager thrusts making you gag a little, messily drooling down your chin. This doesn’t make your movements falter as you sloppily take him deeper into your throat, nose pressing against his fuzzy tummy. 

You can’t help but feel arousal spike in your system hearing the grunts and moans that escape Jimmy’s mouth. He doesn’t hold anything in as he expresses his whines, “Mmm! Oh your mouth was just made for this! Taking my cock like the good boy you are,” his rough thrust catches you off guard as he uses your mouth. A little cough resounds in the back of your throat, gurgling lightly on your own spit.

You feverishly swallow and trace your tongue over his length as he pulls your head further onto him, the tears already spilling down your heated cheeks as he rides himself to completion. His hand braced against the back of your neck, stuffing his cock as deeply as you can feasibly take his length. 

A hot gushing liquid spills down your throat, and before you can choke you force yourself to swallow as much of it as possible. Jimmy groans and keeps praising you as you take his seed, his thumb brushing away the stray hair and wiping your tears as he pulls away from your lips. 

He takes a moment to caress and admire your scarlet face, tear streaks shining upon your abused face. You look dreamily up at him, blinking slowly and collecting yourself as your breathing settles back to normal. 

“Are you alright, kid?” He chuckles petting your head softly, dipping his hand down, and grabbing your chin to angle your face up at him. “I wasn’t too rough?” He asks inspecting you carefully, making sure not to damage his cute little boy. 

You shake your head in a dismissive way, “I-I’m okay…” You manage to choke out, giving him a little thumbs-up for the green light. An amused smile breaks out on Jimmy’s face at your eagerness to continue, “Good boy, you’re doing so well…”. 

“Just…Let me slide up on here, okay?” His voice soothes as he climbs into the bed beside you, wiggling up to the headboard so his back rests against the mound of pillows. His eager cock is already half up and resting against his belly, bobbing with his movements as he gets comfy. 

You pull yourself up with him as his hand guides yours to straddle him, legs on either side as you rest yourself on top of his thighs. “Come on up here, yeah, there you go.” He coaxes you further, grabbing your hips and pulling your slick entrance closer to him. With one hand he strokes himself completely hard again, his fist twisting over his sensitive head as he angles his slick head towards your entrance. You pull your hips over him, sliding your knees out further and opening yourself up to receive him as painlessly as possible. 

“Just like that, slide gently down, let me stretch you out naturally.” He practically moans, rubbing his cock over your slick entrance before sinking your hips gently downward, taking his length. You shudder as you feel your walls resist him slightly, but the build-up of slick quickly sinks him further in. A moan chokes its way out of you, the feeling of being stuffed full gently washes over your body as he fully hilts himself balls-deep. 

You feel your walls clench around his hot length as you two just sit there, connected and breathing in slowly, watching his chest rise and fall. You could feel his heartbeat twitch inside of you. You knew he wanted to desperately start moving, but he wasn’t willing to make you uncomfortable at this moment. 

His thumb just idly strokes your thigh as he breathes out through his nose, admiring your cute body pressing into his, taking him oh so well. He didn’t want this moment to end, the encapsulated beauty of your abused lips parting ever so slightly as you adjusted around him. Furrowed brows of concentration, just reveling in the comfortable bliss of rocking slowly into his hips. 

You can’t help but whimper, rocking yourself feverishly against him, still fully seated on him, with just enough movement to feel his head hit just the right spot. 

“There you go, good boy…” He shifts his hands to grab at your love handles, syncing his thrusts with your own as you move gently against him. “Does that feel good? Hmmm?” He mumbles watching your eyes droop close as you fuck yourself silly. 

A low mewl leaves your lips, body shuddering as you roll your hips against his, leaning back and pulling him out, the tip just nestled gently in your folds. You rock your aching t-dick against his cock, sending sparks through your spine.  

“Use me however you want, my cock is yours,” Jimmy groans, his nails digging into your sides as he thrusts his slick member through your heat, bumping into your cocks head. Jimmy enjoyed seeing the metal bar through your little cock, every particularly hard thrust had you gasping out, body twitching from the overstimulation. 

Before Jimmy could stop himself, the flat of his hand came down and gave your little cock a slap, eliciting a squeal of shock from you. You cover your mouth as you keel over Jimmy, you definitely weren’t expecting that . The sting of his hand still pulsing through your cock, a moan leaking from between your fingers as Jimmy looks at you with a grin.

“Too much?” He asks gently, his hand coming up to brush your shoulder in a comforting manner. You look up with a little pout on your lips, “N-No…Just unexpected,” You chortle out, regaining your composure. A devious little smirk made its way onto your face, a glint sparking in Jimmy’s eyes seeing your reaction. 

Without warning, you angled Jimmy’s cock back into your slick waiting cunt, riding him for all his worth. As soon as you pushed Jimmy back into the bed, the creaking of the frame bounced against the wall. Slick sounds of your cunt hilting Jimmy’s length fully and fucking him at t brutal pace. Your hands splayed across his chest as you watched his tight-knit expression of passion, a choked sound leaving his throat as he tried to keep up with your pace. 

At this point, there was nothing he could do but hold on tight and hope he doesn’t spill his seed in you instantly. His balls tighten as he drives into you further, vigorous thrusting and wanton moans fill the room. You don’t quite pay attention to the quickly building orgasm as you keep hitting that spot that makes your head spin. 

You relax and clench your walls around him, feeling his breathing quickening as he starts stuttering nonsense at you, for once in his life, he was speechless. You keep searching for that spot that’s gonna push you past the edge, a strange feeling filling your lower half. You just try to relax and let it wash over you, deciding that the feeling was absolute fucking bliss. 

Before you knew it, your orgasm hit hard, making you shudder and gasp. Completely cutting through your rhythm, instead, you just sob lightly and try to thrust through your orgasm. Jimmy notices your pace slowing pace and grabs your hips, taking over for you and hammering you from down below. 

“Come on, baby boy….So fucking good! Come on, cum all over my cock!” He yelps, feeling his own release nearing as he hilts your thrusting deeply so his seed reaches the deepest part of your insides. His hot load coats your insides as you let out another sob, another shudder passing through your body as you feel a warmth gushing around his cock. 

You pant and whine lightly above him, holding him close as you fucking soak his thighs with your release. Jimmy is panting as he slowly thrusts into you, watching in amazement as he sees your wet drip down his cock. 

“Oh, oh….Mmmm…Oh sweety, did that feel good?” He says gently bringing you closer to his sweaty chest. “My goodness, what was that? Did you really just squirt all over me?” He giggles lightly fluffing your hair as he completely envelopes your shaking and sweaty body. His twitching cock now softening inside you, just holding you close as you both bask in the afterglow of your release

“Oh my, you’re so precious…Your first time with me and you squirt from all that pleasure?” He kisses your temple gently, stroking your back. You just close your eyes in exhaustion, your orgasm hit way harder than you thought, and your legs burn from all the work you just did. 

“Mmmm…Shhhh….Shhhh…It’s alright, I know you felt so good.” He shushes you gently, still leaving little kisses on your head while his warm arms embrace you gently. 

“Good boy…Get some rest, kiddo…” He says rocking you gently as your mind slips into sleep. 

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Hii I am here for September tarot readings.

👁️‍🗨️

My identifier: K❤️

DOB: 18-09-2000

I moving out due to study purposes. So my question is what experiences or opportunities would I gain from this new phase of my life. It does not need to be only related to my studies just want to know about my overall experiences like personal, friends or love anything you can pick.

Thank you so much!

Hello K, and welcome! Happy birthday! 🥰 I hope you had a wonderful birthday celebration! Let's see what the cards have to say.

page of wands. queen of bombs reversed. seven of wands [Sneak under their noses. Stun with immense panache.] SAVOIRE FAIRE the wild hunt reversed JESTER: "You gain 10,000 XP, or you can draw two additional cards beyond your declared draws."

If I had to pinpoint what area of your life this reading is about, I would tentatively say "social life" but what I really mean is that this is a lesson to be learned generally from dealing with people, and will probably permeate every facet of your life. In your new life, your horizons will open up, and with that, you will encounter a lot of behaviors that you have never before. I think that before this, your world has been a little bit black and white, and everything was divided into categories of good or bad. I don't know if you personally agree with this or not but at least that's how you were taught the world works. What you will find, is that the reality you are about to face is a little bit complex than that. The thing is, that most people are not really fundamentally good or evil, though they are capable of both of these things, but they are all a little bit "selfish" in the sense that they are trying to protect themselves and look out for their own interest to a degree. Some of them will be nice to you because they want something out of you, and some of them will hurt you because they don't know any better, and MOST of them will not do this with like an outright, deep seated malice, but they will do it regardless.

The thing is, that I don't really wanna sow seeds of paranoia or anything, because that's not what the reading is about. I think being a LITTLE cautious of things that sound too good to be true, can be a good takeaway from this reading, but it's not the most important one. The focus here, should be on your boundaries. You cannot be too shy protecting your own self interest either, because no one will do that for you. I think that maybe you are a little bit afraid to say no and draw lines in the sand, or maybe you think that saying yes to everything makes you a good person... and I think you can do these things to an extent to your liking, but be aware, that while most people won't exploit this in big and flashy ways, most people WILL chip away at it sort of testing how much they can get from you. Pay attention to how much of yourself you are giving to people, and where that goes. You need to - and you will - move on to a stage of life where your understanding of people's motivations will increase, but only if you are paying attention. Luckily, you seem like a very observant person, and I think you will understand quickly. I think all you need to really internalize is that most people's motivations are not simply to be a good or bad person. Be smart, and don't be shy to occasionally ask: What's in it for me? And by that I mean not just material goods - attention, energy, love, everything. Don't let the scales go too much out of balance, because it will happen at your detriment.

I pulled you a fortune cookie and it says: "The heart will show you the right way, and the brain tries to override it." What also seems to me from the cards, is that you have good intuition, but you ignore it a lot of the time. This might take a little practice to master, but try to listen to it more at a level of caution that you feel comfortable, and see where it takes you. Also, do a lot of things that make you happy, and not things that you think will make you look a certain type of way. Now is your time.

september readings (4 of 8)

tips? 💗

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@vergangenheit-nostalgisch said : New Year's Eve. A sentimental time for him, truly. As if he doesn't reflect enough about just how long he's lived already, it was amplified during nights like this. So, instead, why not celebrate instead. Dwelling on such things like the past did one no good, in his experience. Only wasted time he could spend on looking for the future. Thus, here he was, over at Rys' place to get away from the party his brother was throwing. Surprisingly, it'd always been a worthwhile journey to make, somehow always ending on a good note. Which, much to his joy, meant that things had indeed starkly improved between them. Hardly any arguments, only good-natured snark and remarks. "Would you mind if I stayed overnight and tomorrow as well?" There was much more confidence in his tone as he approached, stopping before him, "because, well... I want to stay with you." Almost directly after, he took a deep breath, before grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him into a surprisingly soft yet passionate kiss. Upon breaking away, he quickly added, "Before I inevitably lose my confidence here, I'm going to say this now: I love you, I've always loved you. I don't lie about things like this, you know that, and I'm tired of lying to myself about it. Damnit, I love you, Ryszard." {LISTEN- I got feels over them, so have a New Years thing for them, too- ;-;} 『 New Years Asks! || Accepting 』

         For awhile, it hadn't at all uncommon for Ryszard to find himself alone on New Years'. Especially after his unfortunate, ah, split with Júlia. They had since made their amends and gotten on better terms, sure, but he had always encouraged her to spend more time with the others in their little German group. Lichten and Switzerland, for instance, since Júlia seemed to be one of the rare few who could actually keep the lass in line. Or either of the Italies. She had always been so fond of Veneziano, in particular, no matter what a little devil the boy had been.

         In any case, it was only fitting Ryszard find himself to his own company. It wasn't as though he hadn't burnt near every personal bridge he had, in the name of his nation's wellbeing, his own personal vendettas and pursuits.

Even if...certain ones had begun to take a turn for the better, the way his bond with Júlia did.

         Like Gilen's.

         Centuries of vitriol and bitterness, centuries he'd though he'd lost for good, all for a horrid mistake...and yet they managed to began anew. Tentative, perhaps. At times even awkward and difficult. But they'd gotten better, far more than he'd ever dreamed they ever have been able to again.

         And the impossible had even occured.

         Because on this most auspicious day, today of all days, Gilen was here with him, instead of sticking by that brother of his. Gilen was...

         Was...

         Wait-

         "Oho? Looking to snag a hearty Austrian breakfast, are you?" The jest had a fond smile tugging at his lips. "Well, luckily for you, you've saved me and my pride the effort of having to utterly plead my case for it to you. So of course I'll be more than happy to accomo-"

         Hold on, just a moment-

         What was Gilen--?

         Breath caught in Ryszard's lungs, not only at Gilen's further request, but the kiss.

         The kiss, that near stopped his heart, one he'd reciprocate, even well before his stunned mind could begin to fathom. Of course he would. The love he held for Gilen was wholly engraved in his mind, heart, and body. His very heart beat for him, always had from the moment they'd met, no matter the mistakes and enmity he'd tried convincing himself to hold centuries prior.

         Ah, but what did that matter now?

         What did it matter, when what they had now, what Gilen offered and gave, filled his heart with such resplendent joy, like bubbles in the tumultuous waves aglow at sunset.

         And, gods, his delcaration.

         I love you.

         I've always loved you.

         I love you.

         Such words uttered from his lips, Ryszard could only dream about. After everything they'd been through ,what he'd put Gilen through...how could he have ever called himself worthy of them? No, thte very notion was nothing short of laughable. To hope for such a thing, he'd always thought so wistful, and a rather vain one at that.

         And yet it was given to him now. Unconditionally. Unflinchingly.

         Truthfully, as Gilen always was.

         For a moment, Ryszard found himself overwhelmed. Choking back the most undignified, punched wheeze of a sound in acknowledgement, as he let the words sink in. Truly, deeply, until they threaded within him like the rest of his affections for the Prussian did.

         And once those very words, played in tandem to the beat of his heart?

         A soft breath left him, one Ryszard hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

         "Gilen--you...!" Ah, really...should it surprise him his eloquence always made a swift exit whenever Gilen was concerned nowadays?

         As if it it was anything new to him anyway-

         He shook his head, managing a laugh.

         "Well, that...you certainly know how to take my breath away." He resisted the urge to plant his face into his palm. "I..."

         His gaze averted briefly ( just enough for him to collect his thoughts ), before looking back to Gilen.

         His hand moved, tenderly cupping Gilen's cheek, as Ryszard leaned right back in. Heart hammering away in his chest, like a war drum, as he would respond,

         "Truthfully, there was never a point in my life where I didn't love you."

         Not even as his heart ached in perceived betrayal. Nor the anger that gripped him in its aftermath, a centuries'-long grudge they'd he'd together, through taunts and torments, regrets and heart-hollowing despair-

         "But I know...that itself is hard to believe. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, even now. I...hadn't exactly acted like it, for the longest time. But, I...I meant every word I said to you that day, however," he drew breath, "I am more than willing to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. And, by the gods, I would be just as happy if those very efforts can also convey that, even by a fraction, that I...th-that I, too, love you."

         How long had it been since he'd last uttered such words? Displayed such vulnerability, in handing his beating heart over to another. To him?

         Far too long-

         He leaned forwards to close the distance between them, sealing it with a tentative, yet lingering kiss. Allowing himself to indulge in his, feeling his heart soar and thrum so happily as he pulled back and rested his head against Gilen's.

         "Beloved, you...you will always have a place in my home, as you would my heart."

         You, yourself, are the very home of my heart. If not are, it.

         "Please. Stay." Please, let us never part the way we have many a time before. "For as long as you'll have me. For as long as you'd like.

Stay."

[orangepanic]

“I think someone should stay with him,” said Korra. 

Mako gazed down at where Iroh was now humming to the grass. “Yeah.”

“I can make sure he stays out of trouble,” said Bolin. He immediately plunked down next to General Iroh. “So, what are your little grass friends saying, Mr. General Sir?”

“Bumi was right,” Iroh mused, “they’re cannibals.”

“I don’t like this job!” Bolin squeaked. He bounced back to his feet and sidled next to Mako before cupping a hand to his lips. “I think he’s lost it,” he whispered.

“Oh, I’ll watch him,” said Asami, rolling her eyes. “It’s only General Iroh. Off the battlefield he wouldn’t hurt a—”

Bright orange fire flared below as Iroh set a two foot square section of the grass in front of him spectacularly on fire. 

“—fly,” she finished. Faint trials of smoke curled up from the bare ground. The general had incinerated everything down to the dirt.

“I did what I had to,” Iroh said grimly. “Part of the job.” Then his warm golden eyes found Asami’s and his face lit up in a silly boyish grin that looked entirely out of place on the face of the general who had just sent an entire civilization of grass-blade cannibals to a fiery doom. “Do you have any jam?” he asked. 

“So, you two have fun,” said Korra. “We’ll go see if we can find help.” With that she grabbed Mako’s arm and they and Bolin hurried off. 

“Hey!” Asami called after them. “Hey! Wait!” No one turned back. Asami felt a tug on the leg of her pants and looked down.

“I like jam,” Iroh said happily. 

“So I hear. Let me, um, let me at least get you a tunic.”

“Of sunlight?”

“How about some nice cotton?” said Asami. She ducked into his tent and immediately spotted a large chest on the other side. As much as she didn’t like the idea of rifling through General Iroh’s things she didn’t want to leave him like that in his current state. It felt indecent. Even if he looked very good barechested it was clear he also had little grasp of what was going on. Luckily the general was incredibly organized; a trait which had extended to his personal effects. Asami found the stack of identical pressed white tunics easily enough. 

When she turned around she nearly jumped out of her skin. General Iroh was inside the tent! Asami hadn’t heard so much as a rustle. He gave her a vacant smile and ran one hand down the center pole almost lovingly. “It’s wood,” he said. “I didn’t know them though.”

“Know…?” Asami trailed off. “You know? I don’t wanna know. Arms up over your head, General.” She walked over to him as he dutifully raised his arms and slipped the tunic over his head. Up close the dozens of healed puncture wounds in his chest and stomach still looked nasty. How much pain was he in? Korra could only do so much. 

“That’s better,” she said, tugging at the bottom of the shirt. Then she smoothed his hair back into place. He beamed at her.

“Strawberry,” said Iroh.

Asami almost laughed. “You seem very into the fruit today.”

“No.” He shook his head. “You. You’re a strawberry. We should get married.”

“What?” Asami pulled back.

“I want to marry you,” said Iroh conversationally. “Marry. Merry. Berry. Merriberrymarry. Marryberry.” One hand drifted up to pinch the very ends of her hair between his fingers. “Soft,” he murmured, still smiling. 

“How about we find you a glass of water instead?” said Asami.

Are you even in this fandom if you haven't written your favs on cactus juice?

“It’s worse than I thought,” said Korra, wiping her hands as she pushed aside the flap of the tent. Asami couldn’t quite read the expression on her face.

“Worse how?” asked Bolin. “How could anything possibly be worse?”

“I think he’s been poisoned.”

“Poisoned!” Asami gasped. She could see it though. Why bother hitting the leader of the United Forces with simple projectiles when it was easy enough for a skilled waterbender to heal puncture wounds? No—they’d need a far deeper hurt to disable someone of Iroh’s capabilities. The tactic had crippled Korra herself for years.

“Do you think he’ll make it?” asked Mako. “The United Forces has to have some sort of contingency plan for if the commander gets taken out.”

“Mako, that’s horrible!” Asami snapped. “It’s not about contingency plans. Korra, what can we do for General Iroh? Is it like the mercury? I know Toph Beifong didn’t want to be involved in the war, but if I can make it to the swamp I might be able to convince her to come.” She crossed her arms. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

Korra shook her head. “I don’t think it’s mercury,” she said. “When the Red Lotus gave me that poison I could hardly move. General Iroh only seems a bit tired. It’s his”—at this Korra dropped her voice—“it's his brain that’s gone.”

“His brain?” said Bolin, horrified. “What do you mean his brain is gone?”

Before Korra could answer a tall shirtless figure burst from the tent. His torso was covered in pink barely-healed wounds.

“Hi!” yelled the usually quiet General Iroh with a wave of both hands. Then his thick brows knit together. He stared hard at the ground. “Why are there so many little green ones?”

“You mean grass?” said Mako.

“No, soldiers,” Iroh answered. “I don’t recognize this song though. It must be a green soldier song. I bet they can teach me.” With that he sat down cross-legged in he grass. Mako and Korra exchanged a look.

“I think someone should stay with him,” said Korra.

[luveline]

bright white stars | sirius black x reader 

summary sirius wants you to sit on his face, and he’s very convincing

warnings nsfw (18+ please) shy!reader, fem!reader, oral fem receiving, idiots in love, praise, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader [word count: 2.9k]

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He convinces you like this.

You’re slouched on the sofa with him, sideways, your leg pulled over his leg, his hands absentminded but devout where they massage your thigh. He’s driving you insane in the way his pinky finger will occasionally brush up against the apex of your thighs because he genuinely doesn’t seem to notice that he’s doing it. 

You’re turned on to the point of no return. Luckily, the music he’s playing is enough to hide your rugged panting. It’s all over as soon as he turns his head — Sirius knows you too well. If he sees the look on your face, spots the amorous twisting of your traitorous mouth or the way your eyes are screwed closed, he’s going to tease you within an inch of your life. 

His hand pauses a hair's width from your core. You’re not sure if you should be relieved or disappointed. Disappointed, you decide, when he starts to talk like nothing has happened, thought to him nothing has happened. 

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he says, voice quiet but firm, more serious than he usually sounds. 

“Dangerous,” you say, a little breathless. 

“You think you’re so funny,” he says, though he’s smiling. You crane your head to watch him lick his lips. “You can say no, obviously.”

That doesn’t inspire confidence. 

“D’you wanna sit on my face?” he asks, finally turning to look at you. 

You suppose you’re still a mess from wanting, and though the suggestion horrifies you, you must look pretty turned on by the idea. A grin stretches across his lips, so pleased that you almost go along with it. 

“You want to?” he asks, excited. 

You wince. “Sirius, I can't.”

“You could.”

“I couldn't.” You shake your head. The idea is tantalising and taboo to you. Letting him eat you out is still new, still scary in its newness, even though you really, really enjoy it. 

He pouts. “It’s just like letting me eat you out, but you’re on top.”

“I’ll crush you,” you say with a nervous laugh.

He sighs forlornly but recovers fast, hand pushing up to your slick, clothed cunt as he squeezes your leg tightly. “That’s okay, sweetness. Tell me if you change your mind?”

You nod, biting your lip to stop from moaning aloud. He notices, smug son of a bitch, and squeezes harder. You’re unsurprised when he rubs against your cunt with the flat breadth of his palm and smiles, saying, “I got you so bad. You think I didn’t notice your little noises?”

It’s not long after that when he tries again. 

“What part are you afraid of, doll?”

Crushing you. Squishing you. Suffocating you, you think.

You don’t manage to say any of this. You’re in his bed, the two of you freshly showered. There’s been a smattering of sweet goodnight kisses and the lights are off — you hadn’t been expecting to continue this conversation tonight. 

“We could practice,” he says. You laugh under your breath at him and he smarts, “I’m serious. You don’t have to undress, just practice sitting on me. It’s not as scary as it sounds.”

He sounds so soft and you’re secretly desperate to try it under all your anxiety. You’re tentative as you say, “I’ll sit on your chest. Your chest.”

“Sounds perfect.”

It’s completely quiet, the only sound’s your breathing and the crinkling of fresh sheets being pushed back as you climb out from under them. Sirius gets comfortable and pats his tummy, voice quiet like he’s afraid to spook you. “You got it. Right here, sweet thing.”

Your legs fold, one on either side, thighs spread out over his ribs. You’re in your underwear and a small vest top, scanty enough to be embarrassed about. Still, it’s better than being naked. 

Sirius reaches out and flicks on the bedside lamp. You hold your breath as he takes you in, eyes running down the planes of your face, your chest, lingering on the flesh of your thighs. 

“My eyes are up here,” you mumble. 

He barks a laugh. “Sorry. How are you feeling? Wobbly?”

Far from it. Sirius has brought his hands to your waist, effectively clamping you down. Not that you’d fall without them, you’re hardly towering over him. This isn’t so different from straddling him. 

“Come closer?” he asks softly. 

You shift closer, your heartbeat loud in your ears. His hands move to your hips, the very tops of your thighs as you come into range, his mouth striving forward for a quick kiss against your leg. You go a bit blind, the idea that he’s so close to your core sending a rush of heat through you. 

Sirius runs his hands down your legs. You brush the long hair from his face carefully, distracted by his pretty face. You’re soft and slow as you go, tucking black kinks behind his ears with the barest touch of your fingertips. When you lean forward, you can feel your cunt press against his chest. You’re so embarrassed by this point you don’t think you'll ever be able to sit on his face, deep in your thoughts as he kisses your wrist, paused above his mouth. You pull it back, looking at your skin like there might be a mark, a kiss print, but of course there isn’t. 

Sirius smiles gently. “Get out of your head, pretty.”

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” you ask, too loud. Trying to draw away from your obvious arousal.

Your volume gives you away. His soft smile turns knowing, and his hands grow tighter on your thighs. He pulls one towards his searching mouth and you move closer still, sighing when his mouth connects, opens, and he plants big scraping kisses along your inner thigh, making his way slowly inwards. 

Your brain melts. You're worried about what he’ll find if he looks, knowing this anticipation is noticeably turning you on. He doesn’t look. He plants small chaste pecks over the lightly bruised flesh he’s left in his wake, your one thigh pulled so close to him that you’re skewed on top of him. 

His hand brushes the waistband of your underwear, fingers hooking in the elastic. He pulls them lightly away from your skin, teasing you as he runs his fingers back and forth. 

“Sirius,” you whisper, seeking comfort from your boyfriend, who also happens to be the one causing this overwhelming feeling. He nods into your skin to show he’s listening. “Siri, I can’t do this.”

He lets his head fall back into the pillow, looking at you with his face showing no emotion, his hand reassuring on your leg. “‘Cos you don’t like it or ‘cos you’re embarrassed?”

You hate him. “Can’t it be both?”

“Baby, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” he says, eyes locked with your eyes, nodding, “yeah? But…” His hands coast down your thighs and pull you in, your weight settled just before his neck. His eyes flick to your underwear and then back to your face, trying to hide his lopsided smile from you. “I can see that you like it.”

The time it takes you to understand his meaning is very small. You don’t mean to, but you bend over him and hide your face in the space to the right and above his head, groaning to yourself, alight with shame. Sirius says, “Oh, bub,” and his hands come up to your back. You can feel his lips and their heat on the slice of uncovered skin at your waist. 

This is it. This is the embarrassment you can’t recover from. 

“It’s okay,” Sirius says, laughing. You seize up, your arms wrapped around his head. You hide your lips in his hair and grumble, eyes burning. Sirius pulls you closer - and how much room could there possibly be left? - hugging your waist. 

It’s not the worst hug you’ve ever had. In fact, it’s a strange position, but it’s nice. 

“Is it bad?” you whisper. 

“No, my poor girl,” he laughs again, “just a little damp patch. I’ve done worse to you.”

"I'm sorry." 

"Why are you sorry?" he asks. You hear him catch himself, like he's going to leap into comforting you but thinks better of it. 

You flounder. "I didn't mean to." 

Sirius pats your back and you take it as a symbol to remove yourself, though he seems mildly frustrated when you move onto his ribs again. Too far away to cradle your face when he reaches, his hands find yours. He twines your fingers together, his eyebrows furrowed. 

"I like that you like this," he says. 

"But it was only supposed to be practice." 

"Loving you isn't something I need practice at.” You scowl at him because he's being cheesy for your sake, and he amends, "Okay, turning you on isn't something I need practice at. I'm actually quite good at it, wouldn't you say so?" 

You nod, your cheeks burning. 

"I meant what I said, I would never have you do something you don't want to do." 

"I know that," you say sheepishly. 

"I know you know. So we can go back to bed, if you want to. This was a good practice," he says, smiling. 

You bite the inside of your bottom lip, breathing harder than you realise. You squirm without thinking, uncomfortably wet. 

"Or I can take care of you. Whatever way you want," he says, quieter. "You don't have to-" 

"Okay," you say. "Okay." 

You use your knees to climb up and take off your underwear. It's difficult to do and you can't look at him as you go, but after a moment you find yourself with your knickers around one calf and your heat pressed to his shirt.

You chance a glance at your boyfriend. He looks surprised and pleased and dark, his eyes smug. 

You spread your hands open over his chest. "I love you," you say, though you meant to say something cool, like don't let me fall. 

Sirius grins. "I love you," he says. "Kiss?" 

You move cautiously down to kiss him, feeling like every brush of fabric is electric. He kisses you once, twice, his lips practiced. He knows everything you like. 

"Thanks, bub," he says as you pause, hovering just above him, "but that's not where I meant." 

He's a fucking liar but he knows how to get you. 

"Sirius-" 

"Come on, baby. I won't let you fall, alright? You know I won't." 

You take a deep breath, watch your own chest expand and shake your head, thinking, fuck it.  

You crawl towards Sirius' face. He smiles with his nose crinkled up, altogether too pleased as his arms slide under your thighs. You let him guide you down. 

"Tell me if you don't like it," he says, the heat of his breath on your cunt. 

You've just enough wits to say, "Okay," breathlessly.

He starts with a kiss. You're still hovering, refusing to put your full weight down on him, and you really can't look at him or you might burst. You stare at the wall with your eyebrows pushed up at the starts, hugging yourself. 

He's very slow. He kisses the skin outside of your clit, his open mouth burning hot as he presses his lips together over your skin. You shudder as he finds your clit, giving it a little kiss and then pulling the bead into his mouth. 

Your hands leap for the headboard. Sirius pulls your cunt to his face properly, fingers cruel in the dough of your thighs. You know he's saying relax. 

Your breath hitches and you feel his laugh vibrate through you, which causes another hitch. 

His tongue appears suddenly and searching, licking hot stripes from the well of slick at your entrance to your clit. He laps your cunt and his hands tighten like he can't get close enough. 

You gasp as he suckles on your clit, forcing yourself to look down. His eyes are closed, his face bobbing against you. You scoop the hair from in front of his face and hold it away, pulling a little as he nibbles you lightly. 

You make a sound you hate and he adores, his hand searching up your thigh. Your knees are either side of his head at this point, thighs already trembling from his ministrations. 

He kisses your skin, the bottom of his face shiny with a clear sheen. His eyes open to find you already staring at him pleadingly. 

Sirius grins. "You taste fucking amazing." You shake your head but he doesn't stop there, hand pulling at your arse, licking up a dribble of slick. His voice is husky when he says into your skin, "So fucking wet." More like he's talking to himself than you. "My pretty pussy, dripping all over me." 

He gets a glint in his eye, his hand coming up to play with your clit while he talks. While he teases. "Gotta kiss you all clean before you ruin the sheets, sweetheart." He laughs like he's having a really good time and you laugh, too. 

"Shush," you say, stroking his hairline.

"Alright, I'll be quiet. Y'make enough noise for the two of us, anyway," he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your heat again. 

You really do feel like he's kissing you clean, his mouth searching and licking all over you, sucking at your wet entrance, climbing over your clit. His suckling builds, your hips rock without meaning to and he groans into your heat at the sounds you're making, breathless moans, pleading little sounds for him to keep going. 

He hits a long pull of pleasure that has you seeing bright white stars, neck arching as your eyes close. His grip is bruising, keeping you still where every instinct is to squirm, ardent in his exploration. 

He hums into you. You keen, instinctively moving away. 

"Ah," you say, like you've been burned.

"Come back," he says jokingly, then with a small pout, "come back." 

"Don't do that," you admonish. 

"Why? Don't like it?"

"No, I'll…" 

"S'like that's the whole point!" he says, rolling his eyes. He braces his hands under your thighs and spreads you a little wider, giving your cunt a big kiss as he says, "You gonna cum on my face? Please?" 

"I hate you," you say, shuddering as he starts eating you out again. 

You whimper as he goes, knowing you're a slick mess and he's likely worse, rivers of pleasure moving all the way from your cunt where he laps to your chest to your throat, eyes slipping closed over and over. You fight the overwhelming pleasure, hand in his hair and hips twitching, cunt grinding against his mouth. 

You know what he's doing before he starts, almost singing into your clit. You wobble as his own body moves behind you, his hips searching upwards for you. You want more than anything to make him feel as good as you do right now but know the offer would be met with indignation, having tried before, especially when you're on the precipice of an orgasm and he's trying everything to give it to you. 

He pinches your clit between his lips and you feel the barest hint of teeth. You seize up around him, thighs squeezing his face and hips locking down, tugging his curls spitefully as you cum, moaning so loudly you have to bite your index finger to smother it. 

You pant over and over, bent, trying not to collapse. "Oh, Siri," you say tearfully. 

And then you remember your poor boyfriend underneath you.  "Oh!" You flinch and almost throw yourself backwards, a tangle of your legs and his arms as you roll off of him and onto the bed. 

“I’m sorry!” you say.

You think he might be dead for the split second he lies there motionless, then he sits up and his face is covered in you, and he wipes his face with the side of his hand and smiles a shark-tooth grin. 

You hold your hand to your sensitive cunt without thinking and his eyes follow. 

"You sound so fucking hot. You know that? Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you. Come here," he says. 

You smile despite yourself and crawl into his open arms, mess pressed over what you can feel is his hard cock in his boxers. You set about wiping his face dry with the end of your shirt.

"You just flashed me," he informs you kindly.

You flush from head to toe and drop the hem though he's laughing loudly, a barking chuckle that you adore. 

"No! Don't cover up, I wanna see 'em. They're just as pretty as your lovely cunt." 

You slap his chest lightly. "Stop it." 

He's smiling as he presses his lips to your warm cheeks, a peppering of kisses. His skin is wet despite your attempts to dry him off, and he smells unmistakably of sex. 

"You like it," he murmurs happily.

You wrap your arms around his neck and nestle your nose into his skin. "Nah." 

"Shut up. You're a fucking lousy liar."

That makes two of you.

You giggle, the high of being loved and being pleasured mixing into one. You push down into his lap and grin when he hisses, mocking as you say into his throat, "I was promised a ruining." 

"Now you're brave? Fine. Remember you asked for it." 

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