#one that I already have all the materials for too

[sereinegemini]

Been an Awful Good Girl || D.M. & T.N.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Draco and Theo enjoy their bow-wrapped present under the tree.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI smut (dom!draco, dom!theo, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, cursing, unprotected sex, cream pie, threesome, slight masochism, male oral, face fucking, cumshot, lyrics from Santa Baby)

Author's Note: Merry Christmas Eve (and Happy Holidays to anyone who doesn't celebrate Christmas)! I wasn't sure if I was going to finish this in time but I've pushed through the past few days and hope you guys enjoy the end result!

Festive Muggle music drifted from your record player, the needle floating lazily atop the spinning vinyl. You were rocking your hips to the beat and placing ornaments strategically throughout the fir tree Draco and Theo had dutifully bought from the lot down the road. You wished you’d been here to revel in them struggling to drag it up the stairs to your third-story flat, but you’d unfortunately had to work a shift at the boutique. With the holidays just around the corner, Muggles were shopping like mad and your boss had asked everyone to pick up extra shifts.

But now you were home, freshly showered and dressed in a silk, gingerbread patterned pajama set. Theo was in the kitchen cooking his famous gnocchi cacciatore soup. At least, it was famous between the three of you and all your friends. And Draco—who had strung the lights throughout the tree for you and hung all of one ornament—was sat back on the sofa with a glass of Old Fashioned and contently watching his girl decorate. A smirk danced its way to his lips every time you stretched up on your tippy-toes to reach the higher branches, the shorts of your pajamas riding up to show off the delicious curve of your ass.

You were currently trying your damndest to reach one of the highest branches, getting nowhere close to the top of the eight-foot tree. Draco, unable to control himself at the sight of over half your ass on full display, decided it was in everyone’s best interest to help you. Especially his. He silently pressed against your back, sliding a warm hand around your stomach where your shirt was lifted. “Need some help, darling?” 

You startled for a beat before melting into his embrace. “Yes, please,” you sighed sheepishly.

Still holding you against him, he took the glass ball and held it to a high-hanging branch. “Here?��

“Mhm..” you answered, not even registering where he was holding the bulb. He was leaning into you to reach the tree and his boner was poking into your lower back. The mere pressure of it made your mind go blank and swirl with desire.

“Darling, is there something on your mind?” he asked lowly against your ear, trailing his fingertips along the hem of your shorts. The fiend knew exactly what was on your mind.

“Dray-” is all you breathed, angling your lips towards his. He softly pressed his mouth against yours, tugging you against him. His hand slid into the waist of your shorts and he wasted no time before he slipped a finger into your already wet folds. You moaned needily against his lips, tugging him closer with a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh my, what have we here, amorina?” [Sweetheart] Theo was perched against the doorframe from the kitchen to the living room, his arms crossed smugly. A tent was forming in the front of his slacks, pulling the material taunt around his cock. Your mouth watered at the sight. Were you about to have both of your boyfriends at once? It wasn’t unheard of, but they usually enjoyed you in turns.

“Thought we’d have a light snack before dinner,” Draco drawled, beginning lazy circles on your clit. You jumped at the sensation before melting into his arms, your eyelids drooping in pleasure.

“Hmm, suppose it couldn’t ruin our appetites too much.” They shared devious grins before turning their ravenous gazes to you. Theo slowly trailed his eyes down your body, taking in every curve and inch of skin on display while he began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Where do you want us, darling? The couch? The bed?” Draco mumbled against your ear, never faltering his onslaught to your clit. Your legs were beginning to numb with pleasure and if it weren’t for his strong arms around you, you’d very well be on the floor. A satisfied hum vibrated in his throat, “Or how about right here next to the tree?”

Your head swam at the idea, your lust growing tenfold as you imagined them laying you down on the plush rug with the christmas lights twinkling above you—pleasing themselves with your body to their hearts’ content. “Yes,” you gasped, growing ever closer to your climax.

“What was that, cara? [Dear] Use your polite words like the good girl you are,” Theo ordered, coming up behind you and moving your hair to the side so he could place kisses along your neck.

“I- I want you right here. Please..” you begged, gripping onto Draco’s shoulder to ground yourself as waves of release began surging through you.

Draco stopped the pressure to your clit. “As you wish, my love.”

You whined at the loss of his touch and your impending orgasm, but obediently allowed the boys to lay you down beside the tree. Draco resumed kissing you while using his hands to discard you of your pajamas. Your breasts ached once they were freed, arousal and the chilly air of your old apartment delightfully hardening your nipples. Theo ran painter-calloused thumbs over the hardened nubs and you arched your back into his touch before he pulled away, leaving you feeling deprived once more.

Remotely, you were aware of your dark-haired boy digging through a box of christmas decor—but your attention was quickly overtaken by Draco, who had abandoned your mouth to trail kisses and licks to your uncovered skin. He swirled his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, the pleasurable pain caused you to mewl and squirm underneath him, desperate for him to touch you between your legs.

“You’re so pretty when you’re begging for our cocks, amorina,” Theo drawled. He was holding one of the giant red bows you usually tied around the pillars on your balcony. Confusion briefly overtook your arousal, what was he doing with that? You weren’t left to wonder for long though—Draco helped you sit up and Theo aligned the bow with your breasts, pushing them up towards your collarbone when he wrapped the strings around your ribs and securely tied them at your spine. The somewhat rough texture of the bow’s velvet scraped your hardened nipples and you moaned with satisfaction.

You were their present, and you couldn’t wait for them to unwrap you.

“Sei bellissima.” [You’re beautiful] Theo smirked and grabbed your chin, angling your lips up to his. He kissed you with pure dominance, gripping the nape of your neck and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You kissed him back eagerly, getting lost in the taste of ingredients on his tongue and the warmth of his spit spilling into your mouth. You whined once again when he finally pulled away, your mind whirling with arousal too much to form any verbal protest. 

“I believe it’s time to open an early Christmas present, don’t you Draco?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth at the dark lust swimming in his eyes. The coppery tang of blood mixed with the taste of them in your mouth, and you pressed your thighs together for any friction it might grant your aching cunt.

“I believe so, Theo,” Draco agreed, his large hands grabbing at your sides to guide you how they wanted you. “Get on your hands and knees, darling.” You gladly obeyed, wanting to please your boys so they would hurry up and please you.

“Brava ragazza,” [Good girl] Theo breathed, kneading your ass and dutifully lining up behind you. You could hear his belt jangle as he removed his slacks and you arched your back to give him better access to your swollen cunt. You were no better than an animal in heat—you needed them inside you. In front of you, Draco already had his pants off, his stiff cock standing proud against his toned stomach.

“Dray–” You leaned forward to lick up his shaft. His cock twitched at the sensation, and you proudly looked up to find his eyes lidded and his mouth parted with pleasure. Draco bundled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, loosely holding it out of your face with one hand. Leaving a kitten lick to the head of his cock, you sucked the tip into your mouth and moaned as the saltiness of his pre-cum danced along your tastebuds.

Suddenly, you felt Theo run his cock along your folds, quickly lubing himself before pushing into you in one solid motion. Your walls protested as the size of him stretched you out gloriously, before the pain turned to sheer ecstasy and a long moan escaped your lips. The force of his thrust forced Draco’s cock deeper into your mouth and the two boys bottomed out at the same time. They both groaned with pleasure, pulling out slowly before slamming back into you. Their rhythms soon synchronized, Draco thrusting into you whenever Theo’s onslaught to your cunt pushed you towards him.

♪ Ba-boom Ba-boom ♪ 

Theo’s fingers dug deliciously into your hips, guiding you onto his cock and filling the air with the sounds of skin slapping against skin alongside the festive music still playing across the room.

♪ Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me ♪

♪ Been an awful good girl ♪

Draco had your head pulled back by your hair, creating the perfect angle to hit the back of your throat and causing saliva to drip down your chin. You weren’t sure how much longer your quivering arms could hold you upright with Theo repeatedly pounding against your g-spot. The pressure in your core was becoming too much and your eyes were beginning to roll back from the intense pleasure.

♪ Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight ♪

As though he could sense your impending orgasm, Theo slid a hand around your thighs and began rubbing his forefinger against your clit. Their thrusts became sloppier as their own orgasms grew closer and the force of them slamming into you was causing the bow to slip from your boobs. You felt them bouncing back and forth, the velvet knot falling around your stomach and freeing your painfully full breasts.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking hot when you’re being fucked, F/n. Like our own little sex doll,” Draco growled, letting go of your hair to grab both of your tits like handles. Strands of your hair fell in your face, sticking to your spit and tears.

“Such a brava ragazza, letting us do whatever we want with her,” Theo agreed, landing a hard smack to your ass cheek. You gasped around Draco’s cock, feeling the pressure in your core finally coming undone. “That’s it, cara. Milk my cock. I want to fill you up like a pasticiotti.”

They were pulling you back and forth like a game of tug-of-war, chasing their own climaxes as you shook and turned to putty in their hands. Finally, Theo stilled and your cunt warmed as he released deep inside you. Draco pulled out of your mouth soon after, jerking his hand along his length until his cum showered your face and tongue—which you had stuck out in the hopes of tasting him.

Both men sagged back on their heels, appreciating the view of their girl fucked and painted in their release. “You’re such a pretty whore, amore mio,” [my love], Theo praised, kissing you endearingly once you’d slumped to your back. 

Draco pulled the big red bow back over your tits, placing a kiss to your stomach. “Definitely my favorite present under the tree, I might have to use it again.” Despite feeling absolutely spent, his words resparked the desire in your core. They could use you all they wanted—you loved being their pretty bow wrapped present.

It was the season, after all.

♪ Hurry down the chimney tonight ♪

♪ Hurry, tonight ♪

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When the older neighbor Sukuna is disturbing your newborn baby's sleep Warnings: Questionable use of a popsicle. You are 20 and Sukuna is almost 30 (not specified in the story)

No minors here

You, a 20-year-old chemistry student, had just moved into a bigger house now that you had a baby. Life wasn’t easy as a single mother and a student, but you were lucky enough to have inherited something from your beloved grandfather.

The neighborhood was quiet and filled with discreet people. Well, except for him. Sukuna. He was some rich guy who worked twice a week at his father's company and spent the rest of his time throwing parties that lasted until morning. And when there wasn’t a party, he’d blast music late into the night.

Tonight was one of those nights. You knew there wasn’t a party happening—his car was the only one parked outside—but the deafening noise coming from his house was keeping your newborn from sleeping. Meanwhile, you still needed to study for your exams. Fed up, you picked up your baby and marched over to the house next door.

It was the biggest house in the neighborhood. A massive white door big enough for a truck to drive through and three stories covered in oversized windows. The window to the hateful man’s room was directly across from yours—not that you were watching, of course.

Taking a deep breath, you rang the doorbell, praying it could be heard over the loud music. Luckily—or unluckily—it was. The door opened, revealing him: shirtless, tattooed chest on full display, wearing gray sweatpants and with damp hair. Sukuna looked directly into your soul as he answered the door. Curiously, he tilted his head, his gaze drifting from you to the two-month-old baby in your arms who was yawning but unable to sleep due to the noise—thankfully turned off before he opened the door. Then his disinterested eyes returned to yours.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his tone making it clear he had no intention of actually helping.

“I live next door, and I can’t get my son to sleep because of the noise. Could you turn it down a bit?” you asked politely.

“Sure, I can.” With that, the door slammed in your face, leaving you stunned.

Sighing, you turned back toward your house. At least the noise had stopped. For five minutes. Five minutes was all it took for you to settle your baby and almost get him to sleep. Just as his eyes finally closed, the noise started again—louder this time. Your baby woke with a cry, and it seemed like he was trying to outdo the blaring music. You were caught in the crossfire, with no chance of studying.

Once your baby calmed down, you stormed back to Sukuna’s house and rang the doorbell harder than before. When he opened the door, you tried to summon what little patience you had left.

“Can you turn it down?” Your voice carried a tinge of desperation.

“I already turned it off” he replied, sounding annoyed.

“For five minutes. I need you to turn it down to the point where only you can hear this bad music , not the entire country.”

“Bad music?” He seemed offended. “Look, if you can’t get your kid to sleep, that’s not my problem.”

“I could get him to sleep if the noise didn’t keep waking him up.”

“That’s why I turned it off—for a while. You can’t even put your own kid to sleep?” His mocking tone was the last straw.

Without a word, you turned and marched back to your house. Gathering your study materials, you returned to his door, rang the bell again, and when he opened it, you walked in without waiting for an invitation. Sukuna stared at you, shocked, as you headed straight for the speaker and turned it off. Then you placed your backpack on the couch and handed your baby to him, leaving him dumbfounded.

“Since putting a baby to sleep is so easy for you, go ahead. I need to study.” You settled on his couch, pulling out your book, as Sukuna held your baby like he was handling a live grenade.

“Are you crazy?” he asked angrily, trying not to move too much with the baby staring at him like he was the idiot here.

“I’ll go crazy if I fail my exams because of some guy who doesn’t know how to keep it down” you replied, flipping through your book. “And it could be worse—I could’ve called the police.”

“I’d prefer that over a lunatic who barged into my house and dumped a baby on me” he shot back, seething.

“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d just turned the music down” you said, not even looking up. “And by the way, you can stop holding Dante once he falls asleep. He likes to be rocked a bit.”

Sukuna stared at you, furious, but he begrudgingly started rocking the baby. Dante, of course, refused to fall asleep, staring at everything in Sukuna’s house as if he were on an adventure.

After almost an hour of pacing and entertaining the baby, Sukuna finally managed to get him to sleep. He looked proud, though he’d never admit it. Showing you the sleeping baby, he expected some kind of reaction, but you were unimpressed. You simply asked if there was a comfortable spot where Dante could rest until you were done. After settling the baby in his room, you returned to your studies. Sukuna grabbed a drink, leaning against the wall, watching you.

“I’ll leave soon, don’t worry. I just need to finish this chapter in case you decide to crank the music back up” you said without looking up.

“I didn’t say you had to leave.” he replied, stepping closer. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“What are you doing?” you asked, leaning back as he moved even closer.

“Oh, come on. Did you really think you could show up in those tiny shorts with some lame excuse and nothing would happen?”

The kiss he gave you was anything but loving or gentle. He parted your lips with his tongue, exploring every corner of your mouth. His mouth moved down to your neck, where he grazed his sharp teeth and bit a specific spot, making you scream.

"Quiet. We don’t want the boy to wake up."

With that, he stood up and headed toward the freezer, leaving you breathless on the couch. When he returned, he was holding a popsicle. Your mind started screaming. Why did he bring a popsicle?

Staring at you, he tore the wrapper off with his teeth and walked toward you. Grabbing you, he moved you to a spot where your study materials wouldn’t get in the way. Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he slid the melting treat along the side of your neck, soothing the spot where he’d bitten you, leaving a sticky trail of coconut on your flushed skin.

"Such a good slut. You're going to take this right to me, aren't you?"

He presses the popsicle against his lower lip, his eyes searching her face with intense hunger and dark anticipation. His hand tightens around the melted popsicle, the cold, sticky treat dripping onto his collarbone.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this, do you want to feel it stretching your tight pussy before I replace it with my cock?" Sukuna's voice is a low, seductive whisper, dripping with dark promise.

His other hand slides down to grip the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist as he grinds his hardening arousal against your clothed pussy. He captures your lips in a burning, domineering kiss, swallowing your moan as he grinds the popsicle against your clothed sex with deliberate, cruel slowness.

Without further ado, he pulls down your shorts and rips off your skimpy underwear, exposing your most intimate flesh to his voracious gaze. You gasp, but Sukuna swallows the sound, your mouth crashing against his in a brutal, dominant kiss as he grinds the icy popsicle against your dripping bare slit.Sukuna's fingers grasp the treat, pushing it slowly, teasingly, into your tight channel as he moans into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're already all wet, you slut. Your greedy pussy is practically sucking the popsicle inside, isn't it?" He pumps in and out, establishing a maddeningly slow and shallow rhythm that makes you squirm and whimper against him.

Sukuna watches your face intently, his eyes dark and heavy with lust as he works the popsicle deeper, stretching it open.

He withdraws the sweet abruptly, leaving your clinging walls trembling and aching. Then, with a wicked grin, he pushes the popsicle past your entrance, fucking your with it in earnest while his other hand grips your hip hard. He slams into your pussy harder, faster, setting a relentless pace as he leans down to capture a hard nipple between his teeth, biting and sucking the sensitive bud with shameless hunger.

Sukuna grins mischievously at the helpless, drunken moans of pleasure you're letting out, the sound stimulating your relentless assault on your senses.

"Mmm, listen to yourself, brat. Singing so sweetly to me while I rape your tight little pussy with that pathetic excuse for a dick." He punctuates his words with a particularly hard jerk of the popsicle, grinding it against that spongy spot deep inside your pussy that makes stars explode behind your eyes.

"You're screaming so loudly for me. Do you want the brat to wake up? Do you want him to see what a slut his mother is?"

His other hand slides from your hip to wrap around your throat, squeezing hard enough to make your moans catch in your throat, making you gasp and shudder helplessly in his grip.

"I can feel you squeezing him, trying to suck him deeper. Your hungry little shit hole is begging to be created, isn't it?"

He pulls out the popsicle abruptly, leaving its sticky walls trembling and hungry. You whimper at the loss, your hips thrusting forward desperately, seeking more. Sukuna just laughs darkly, dragging the sticky, dripping treat across your quivering belly to circle a hard nipple.

Sukuna smiles fiercely at the desperate, lustful cry you let out, his eyes shining with dark triumph.

"Such a greedy whore, so eager to be filled and bred."

He laughs mischievously, tossing the remains of the popsicle aside before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he pins your against the sofa, the hard bulge of your arousal grinding insistently against his dripping core.

With that, Sukuna pulls down his sweatpants, releasing his huge, throbbing cock. He notches the enlarged head at your entrance, teasing you with the promise of being stretched and filled so completely. You moan desperately, your nails digging into Sukuna's shoulders as you squirm against him, trying to impale yourself on his thick shaft.

Sukuna only smiles at your want, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place.

"Beg for it, my little slut. Beg me to ruin your tight pussy with my cock. Beg me to fill you with my seed, to create that greedy hole that's aching for it."

His voice is a low, sinful growl, dripping with cruel anticipation.

"Please, Kuna."

Sukuna's eyes shine with a wild, triumphant light at your gasping plea.

"That's it, beg for my cock like a good slut."

He grins mischievously, gripping your hips tighter, his fingers sinking inhis fingers sinking into the soft flesh until she bore the marks of his possession.

Without warning, Sukuna snaps his hips forward, burying his huge balls deep into your tight, dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. He groans, throwing his head back as your scorching heat envelops him like a vice.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Squeezing my cock like your hungry little hole is trying to milk my seed."

He starts to move, establishing a strong, fast rhythm as he fucks you with savage intensity. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with your restrained screams trying not to wake your son and Sukuna's harsh, guttural grunts.

"Take it, you insatiable slut. Take every inch of my cock, let it reshape that greedy pussy to fit only me."

Sukuna's voice is low, rough and sinful, dripping with dark lust and cruel possession. His hips move relentlessly, each powerful thrust hitting that secret spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

Leaning in, Sukuna captures your lips in a brutal, overpowering kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. His tongue plunders your mouth, conquering every inch of it, claiming it as his own. Breaking away, he growls against your lips.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it? To be used as a sex toy, to be bred like a bitch in heat?"

Sukuna bends down, findingher clitoris with relentless precision. He rubs the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles, pushing your towards a devastating climax.

"Come on my cock. Squeeze the cum out of my balls."

Your eyes bore into his, dark and heavy with lust. Sukuna throws your head back with a roar of dark triumph as you squeeze his throbbing cock, your pussy rippling and vibrating as she comes apart.

"That's it, scream for me, you little slut!"

He penetrates your, rubbing his pelvis against your throbbing clit as he fills your to the brim, stretching your walls to the limit around his thick girth.

Sukuna fucks your through your orgasm with relentless intensity, each powerful thrust pushing your higher, the pleasure bordering on pain. He leans down to capture a bouncing nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking the soft bud with shameless hunger as he penetrates your mercilessly.

"Fuck, your greedy pussy is milking my cock so hard. Do you want my seed that badly?" Sukuna growls against his chest, his balls contracting as his climax approaches.

"Beg for it, beg for me to fill you up, to create that hungry hole and make you mine!"

He thrusts his hips harder, faster, the wet sound of her dripping pussy obscenely loud in the room. You can only cling to him, your nails scratching his sweaty back as you surrender to the numbing ecstasy that shakes your body.

Your pussy clenches rhythmically, eager for the thick cum that only Sukuna can provide.

With one final, brutal thrust, Sukuna penetrates yo pussy, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his release.

"Fuck, take it, take my seed, you insatiable slut!"

He roars, his hot, thick seed gushing out in strong jets, painting your walls white as he pumps your full of his essence.Sukuna penetrates your, making sure that every drop of his cum is sealed inside your hungry womb.

"You're mine now, mine to ruin and use as I please."

He captures your lips in a burning, domineering kiss, swallowing your weak cry of surrender. Finally, he pulls away, his eyes shining with cruel satisfaction as he examines your handiwork. You, soft and trembling, your thighs sticky with the mixed evidence of your lust, his cock still buried inside you, plugging your seed. Sukuna smiles, the sight was a gateway to paradise.

Pulling out of you, he stood up, putting his pants back on and going to get a towel to wipe you down. As he leaned down to kiss you, you heard a baby cry that woke you both up from the trance you'd been in.

With a groan you got up and tried to walk to the bedroom, already feeling your breasts producing milk for your baby.

"Next time I'll prove it." Sukuna said, walking past you and into the bedroom, leaving you stunned behind.

[ellecdc]

HELLO!!!

i LOVE ur marauders hockey au! would u be able to write something about medic!reader suddenly gaining some sort of fan traction, and the guys’ (doesn’t matter if u do Sirius, Remus, James or all, i really have no preference) reactions to it??? thank u and have a great day!!

I love the marauders hockey au too! thanks for your request <3

hockey player!Sirius Black x team medic!reader who has some fans [517 words]

CW: fem!reader, swearing, hockey au, flirting

Your stomach dropped when you heard your name being shouted. 

“Go get doc! Yo, Cap! Get doc!”

You nearly shoved Fenwick out of your way as you leaned against the boards; how could someone be hurt already? It was only the pregame warm up. 

“It’s only the pregame warm up…” Remus commented from behind you as though he could read your mind, brows furrowed as he lowered his clipboard to follow your line of sight.

“Doc, we need you over in the corner.” James said as he materialized in front of you, his easy smile doing nothing to lessen the concern churning in your gut.

“What have you fuckers gotten up to that you need me already?” You grumbled as you let him help you out onto the ice, finding your grumpy facade fading slightly at his booming laugh. 

“Trust me, doc, it’s very important.” 

James practically hoisted you up by the waist and skated you towards the boards where Sirius was waving and chatting with some fans. 

“I see no blood nor bones, Potter; why am I over here?”

“There she is!” Sirius cheered as you approached them; his smile contagious even though you were still confused as to why you were being ushered out onto the ice.

And then you read the sign that the fans were holding. 

DOC STITCHES GRYFFINDOR’S HEARTS TOGETHER 

“You’ve got a fan, doc!” Sirius cheered, shooting you a wink that had you turning bashful as cameras flashed and fans cheered. 

“Is this for little old me?” You called through the thick glass around a laugh, the Gryffindor fans cheering and nodding enthusiastically. “You shouldn’t have.”

You accepted a puck and Sharpie from Sirius before scrawling your name across the front of it. You’ve signed an awful lot of documents, prescription slips, and medical files, but you have never signed an autograph before. 

You tossed a few pucks over the boards, cheeks burning from smiling so hard as you tried to make sure everyone who appeared to have shown up ‘for you’ got one. You knew, though, that they probably made the sign for you knowing that your team would love to point it out to you. 

You leaned against the glass and smiled for some selfies, knowing damn well that Gryffindor’s beloved allstars were in the background before the two of them helped you back towards the bench. 

“That was a pretty clever way of getting their favourite player’s attention.” You commented to Sirius, earning you a derisive snort. 

“If they wanted to shove their way down to the boards for Captain James Potter or Sirius Padfoot Black’s attention, they would’ve done so.” Remus chuckled as you made it back to the bench. 

“And they do.” James offered with a theatrical wink. 

“That was all for you, doc.” Sirius murmured, much closer to you than you were expecting him to be and voice falling softer than you ever remembered hearing from the notoriously rough around the edges man. 

“And who can blame them?” He continued, eyes raking over your frame in a salacious once over. “I’m quite the fan myself.”

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Part Nineteen - Radio Waves

———

Back on that September day in 1984, scientists were more concerned with making a better bomb than they were anticipating needing to drastically change direction. 

The first countries to have mech technology were, in order; Japan, the United States, the USSR, Ireland, and China. Japan had initially been working on the technology for deep sea exploration along with nuclear power plant maintenance and construction, effectively a way to use a human operator in environments non-conducive to human life. They had their first pilot ready and capable within six months of the first attack, Pilot 001, name Kantaro Tomiyama, died two years after the first attack. 

Another four months after their first launch, the United States had their first suit and pilot, no number was assigned initially, now recognized as Pilot 002, name William Witwicky, callsign Sparkplug. He died three months into the program, many of his immediate successors remain alive though no longer pilot mech suits, his son is a notable engineer along with several other family and family friends. 

People wondered initially where Ireland obtained the materials for their three launched mechs at the defense of the Isle of Man, then people began to see the similarities between the structural supports in the suits to oil rigging equipment in the North Sea. 

As the list grew larger and more countries were able to provide assistance in the battle, the compatibility technology began to advance, no longer were pilots being jury rigged into the technology but adapted into the brain of the machine. Yet side effects remain, as human biology struggles to adapt to the needs of advancing technology. Though scientists continue to try and adapt the systems to be more compatible with biology.

All modern pilots have extended lifespans thanks to the sacrifices of these pioneers of mech technology. 

—

It was still very bright in Iacon, even as it started to grow later in the day, Mirage was walking with Hound, smiling, “So, how do you find Iacon? Now that you’ve lived here for a bit.” Nodding a bit, Hound shrugged slightly, “It’s a beautiful city. Certainly bigger than any on Earth.” Of course it would be bigger, human cities were designed for significantly smaller beings but Mirage chuckled still, “It’s bigger than most on Cybertron to be fair and has been around for a very long time.” They go through the gate and back down to the road, Mirage walking with his hands folded behind his back, “But it’s home.” That brought Hound a bit of pause and he smiled some, “I almost forgot you said you were from here.” Mirage’s smile was bright, “Forged and educated, though north of here,” He gestures to some of the taller structures in the distance, “I don’t spend much time in that part of Iacon anymore, it’s lovely of course but to be out of the way from everything and work.” Hound tilted his head slightly, “Then do you live closer?” Mirage, nodding gesturing in the same direction as where he was staying, “Most of us live towards the markets, too much happens on that side of town to not have rapid responders.” Hound hummed, nodding a bit again.

The buildings blocked the sun some, much to Hound’s relief as his head still ached, his hand came up and held it for a second. Mirage was looking around absently before looking at Hound and resting a hand on his shoulder, “Hound, are you alright?” Nodding a bit, Hound sighed a bit painfully as the sun his his visual feed again, “Yes, I am alright, just trying to manage a migraine.” Frowning, Mirage glances around before taking his arm and starting to lead them, “Come on, I know a place where you can have a moment of peace. I understand you’ve been sharing a living space with your entire unit, that would hardly be restful.” Shaking his head a bit, Hound covers Mirage’s hand with his own, “Mirage—“ Who was already shaking his head, “No, meetings like the one today are taxing enough, you don’t need to return to a hab full of chaos with a migraine.” He nearly stumbled when Mirage dragged him around a corner and started down some stairs.

”Mirage, where are we going?” With a shake of his head, Mirage kept hold of Hound’s arm, “Someplace quiet at the very least.” He finally slowed down outside of a shorter building, Mirage sighed and started inside, “It’s still early enough in the cycle that most people won’t come in till later,” the inside was pleasantly dark, with only quiet music coming from the speakers nearby. There were booths and tables, but also some low slung chairs, the bar was in the center of the building with soft lightly and a mech behind it cleaning some cubes, “Afternoon Mirage,” Mirage raises a hand briefly before leading Hound to one of the areas with the low chairs, “Sit down and relax, I’m going to get something to eat and join you. Just, try to ease your migraine.” He smiled softly before heading back towards the bar.

Hound sighed and turned off his visual feed, turning down the lights in his suit for a moment, then disabling the assistance suit for a moment to grab his water pouch and some pain killers. They were starting to run low on the ones from Earth, he frowned at the ones in his hand for a moment. How could the smallest things make you homesick, shaking his head a bit he takes the pills quickly before turning the mobility back on and his visual feed on low just as Mirage came back over with a cube. 

After taking the other chair, Mirage sips from his cube, “Are migraines typical for you?” Shrugging a bit, Hound adjusts the setting on his visor, “It’s common to get them after the compatibility programming, it’s just a side-effect.” He sighs in a bit of relief once the worst of the glare was tuned out of his visual feed, “It was one of the many warnings we got during the testing process.” Mirage was frowning, leaning forward a bit, “The more I hear about this compatibility testing, the more concerned I grow.” Hound chuckled lightly, rubbing at his head, “It was necessary to be able to handle the upgrades, back in the beginning, they were just,” he pauses and sighs deeply, “They were just upgrading people, without the testing, and that got a lot of good people killed before they could become pilots.” Mirage winced, nodding slowly, “I’m sorry,” shaking his head, Hound held up a hand, “Don’t be, they didn’t know better. The technology was still so new at the time and everyone knew the risk.” Hound looked down for a moment before sitting back in the chair.

Mirage was staring and Hound shifted a bit, shaking his head a bit uncomfortably, “You know, the staring makes it feel like you’re trying to see my soul.” He chuckles a bit even as Mirage leans back slightly, Hound sighs, “I take it the word soul translated to spark, huh?” “How’d you know that?” Shrugging, Hound turned down his visor as he darkened his visual feed, “Jazz said it would.” They drifted easily into quiet togetherness, Mirage sipping from his cube as Hound turned off his visual feed and closed his eyes for a bit. 

—

To be fair, they got their inspiration from a TV show about a war, so it was only right that they do this now. Jazz was watching as Sunstreaker adjusted the hot plate, shifting the cube before sealing it again, finally sticking one of the copper tubes through, “Now we have a functioning, hopefully, gin still.” Sideswipe was grinning, scratching at his jaw lightly, Sunstreaker shakes his head, hands on hips, “This is the stupidest thing we could have done.” Jazz grins, “Which is why it’s great, come on. If this works we’ll be able to wind down when we have down time,” he moves over and leans down to watch the contents bubble in the cube, “Wow.” They all take a step back to watch with a grin. 

The door to the bedroom opened and Breakdown came out, wearing his helmet and visor, tinted as dark as it could be as he made his way to the table, “What are we all doing today?” Sideswipe grinned and leaned over to the ladder, offering the man a hand up as Breakdown climbed the steps, “Making alcohol.” Breakdown’s eyes shined, “You got the copper?” Sunstreaker looked over, “Wait, how do you know about this? Sides only told me a few days ago.” Waving it off, Breakdown goes over and looks over the still, “Who do you think told him to get the oversized cube? It will be easier to maintain than a typical copper still, that is for certain.” He was smiling, though clearly his own head still ached from the concussion. Glancing around at everyone and their suits resting across the room, Breakdown pauses, “Where’s Hound?” Jazz sighs a bit, “At a meeting with high command. We all were supposed to attend but the poor guy has a migraine.” Each pilot winced, Sunstreaker lightly brushing a hand over his own implants, Breakdown adjusted his helmet slightly, darkening his visor more.

Sideswipe lightly scratches at his implants, “Do you think it's a normal migraine or an overuse one?” Jazz sighed, “Overuse, I got them all the time when I first got out here, they started around this time for me.” Sunstreaker swore and sat down heavily on one of their makeshift chairs, “It can’t be overuse yet, right? I mean, we all disconnect at night.” With a slight shake of his head, Jazz gives a so-so hand gesture, “Hound also works more than the rest of us, as commander he has to stay up longer for more meetings and things, I just would debrief with Prowler but overuse systems are coming for us all, other than maybe Breakdown, Mr. I-have-concussion-and-get-two-weeks-off.” Breakdown snorts a bit and easily flips Jazz off, “Stuff it Jazz.” Sideswipe had the best reaction, hands going up, “Woah, watch out, the old man is angry!” They all get a laugh out of it, smiling and watching the still bubble and steam lightly, enjoying the moment of peace, trying to not think of the overuse side effects that would come for them all. 

—

When the lights came on Hound had to suppress the wince, Mirage had finished his first drink a while ago but had ordered a second in a significantly different color. They were sitting around, not really talking but being able to enjoy one another’s company without gunfire forcing them together. The music started to turn louder and Hound had to pause, frowning at the nearest speaker, “Wait, wait, has it been playing this the whole time?” Mirage frowned and leaned towards one of the speakers before pulling back and rubbing his audial as it increased in volume, “Yeah, the old mech picked up this frequency a few years ago and it brought in a load of new customers after the war. Nobody knows what it is but a bunch of mecha seem to like it.” Hound tilted his head slightly, “I know what this is.” He smiles a bit and starts to nod, “Yeah, yeah this is 102.7 out of California.” His foot tapped lightly.

”Wait, this is from Earth?” Nodding, Hound smiles, “Yeah, it’s from Earth. Yeah, this is Rick Dees, listen.” They both leaned in as a voice carried over the waves, “This is K-I-I-S F-M, Los Angeles. I’m Rick Dees and these are the hot hits.” Before a song started to pour from the speaker and Hound laughed, covering his mouth, “This is from the eighties. This is from home.” Mirage stared at him, smiling a bit, “I take it you liked this frequency?” Hound nodded and rubbed his jaw, “Yeah, I listen to it whenever I’m in Los Angeles, which is more than I would like.” Slowly, he pushes off the chair and moves closer to one of the speakers, starting at the odd connection to home, “I thought I’d be stuck listening to the twins mixtapes for the rest of my life.” Mirage gets up and moves over, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I don’t know what a mixtape is, but I am glad to see you happy.” Hound nodded some, smiling as the tones of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper flowed. 

Mirage watched, shaking his head a bit, “I don’t know what’s being said.” It clicked for a moment and Hound turned to look at him, “Ah, well, the songs just starting and it starts with,” he clears his throat a bit, “Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you.” He wasn’t singing it, not even close, but Mirage looked ready to melt, “A lot of her music is like this and she’s an amazing artist.” Mirage nodded and smiled some, “Uh, you listened to a lot of music?” Nodding, Hound looked to the speaker again, “Whenever I could, if I could afford the tapes or CD’s, um, compact disks.” It clearly soured Mirage’s mood, “Afford?” Hound sighed deeply, “Yes, I don’t know how many times I have to bring up the cost of living to get it through your processors. Music and entertainment were luxuries that we couldn’t always afford.” He crosses his arms and stares at the speaker, sighing a bit, “Radio was free, if you could tune in,” his hand brushed over the speaker for a moment and he whispers, “Millions of miles and it’s still so clear.” Then his fist collided with the wall and Mirage took his arm, shaking his head some, “Come on, don’t be like that. Just enjoy the music. Don’t think about the mission for a klick or two.” Sighing slowly, Hound turned and looked at Mirage, nodding. Mirage smiled and offered a hand, “Come show me what this human music is about, huh?” Hound, shaking his head slightly, takes his hand, “You’re crazy.” Mirage smiled wider, “And you’re feeling better. Besides, we agreed to talk about your home the next time we were in Iacon." He spreads his free hand wide, “Welcome to Iacon.” Hound laughed and followed Mirage to the bar, leaning against it, though his visual feed was still turned down to the bare minimum and audio sensors only tuned for Mirage and now the music, a few more hours here wouldn’t kill him. 

———

A/N

Alright, sort of a short one today but I wanted to get a part up on Christmas for everyone to read when they need to avoid their family. Late on Christmas but still.

I swear I am going to write more for the twins, Breakdown, and Jazz next chapter I just have an easier time writing for Hound, even though he is a little OOC. I promise man’s love for nature and stuff is coming.

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[mihachansstuff]

So I finished reading a danmei novel for the very first time (it's SVSSS)

Spoiler Alert

(And incoming rant...)

So I just finished reeading the volume 4 of SVSSS, and even before i finished it i knew i have to talk about it and let my thoughts out somehow and here we are. My danmei journey started not too long ago with MDZS donghua before i found myself buying physical copies of SVSSS. Although my first novel was 2ha but I read till volume 6 to keep it on hold and finished this one instead.

Now that i am done, before i make it too long i will just leave some snippets of audacious thoughts here which may or may not be agreed upon -

I really wanted to like LBH, but in the end I just couldn't, some parts and traits of his character just don't sit well with me. I mainly hate his manipulative part, and I just don't understand why someone like Shen Yuan/SQQ falls for it again and again.

Zhuzhi lang is indeed a lovable character, but I just can't forgive him for killing Gongyi Xiao. The only time I shed tears while reading this novel was when we hear about his death and how SQQ was then remembering how GYX told him he would visit his peak after everything is over. (I was still holding on to that hope that he will be miraculously alive *sob*)

I found Tianlang-Jun to be a decent character, even more decent than his own son. I mean, yeah LBH went through traumatic periods but TLJ also went through miserable times while sealed. But in the end he just let all of it go while his son kept getting jealous and vicious towards every human being close to SQQ.

SQH and MBJ is a good ship. I would love to know more about them I need more Moshang content (this everyone will agree i know)

In that one interview chapter at volume 4 SQH's comment about Bingqiu being the kindergartner and his teacher, I can't agree more. Also his comment about how dating LBH must be exhausting and annoying was so true that I just don't understand why SQQ accepts all this 😭😭

I wish I could learn more about Liu Mingyan's thought process while writing Regrets of Chunshan.

I saw a Youtube comment that said - "In SVSSS, almost every character can be shipped with SQQ" and I couldn't agree more! SQQxYQY, SQQxLQG and etc. all are good ship material.

I felt like there were more background plots that could be explored (like what happened to Huan Hua Palace after, or how TLJ was doing, or some more info and background about certain characters etc). In this way I feel like Shen Yuan, heh

The novel art is pretty, but the way LBH was described about his looks and beauty, I somehow didn't feel it through the art. My fav character ranking according to art would be Tianlang Jun→Mobei Jun→SQQ, even though I really like curly hair.

At this point people might think I am a LBH hater, but really I am not, or at least I don't want to be. But I just really think SQQ deserved a better peaceful life at CQ Mountain, around his disciples and sect brothers that really adore him like a family. I really hated the ending in Vol 3 where SQQ left the mountain with LBH in this respect. Well at least in vol 4 it said that the two come to the mountain from time to time so I guess I can calm down a bit.

I really, really like Shen Qingqiu. He's a diva. But I just don't understand...some of his choices. But I guess I will just leave it at that.

This is my first time finishing a danmei novel as I mentioned already, so please go easy on me, even though I may have said things that might spark an argument. Overall I think it was a good experience and I'm looking forward to reading more novels. Feel free to give me some recommendations!

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Got another chapter where it switches from Megs to Star, although they don't actually interact again yet this time lol. This one ended up being pretty long, and I split a section that was originally in this chapter off into its own. Cuz i hadn't planned Meg's section in my first outline, but it felt p necessary to add.

Megs is a bit salty, Prowl kinda wants to do a moida, Optimus is an optimistic bean, and Starscream is fucking tired of all this shit-

I swear dude it is getting increasingly hard to decide on screenshots for these chapters-

Previous Chapter: A Broken Boogeyman

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Settling Into Circumstance

Chapter 8: The Illusion of Freedom

Once they had finally managed to tranquilize Starscream through his absurd amount of flailing, Megatron had carried his mangled frame to the medbay. Arcee was seen to by Wheeljack first, of course. Megatron had found himself on auto pilot as he watched and waited until he could finally release the seeker from his periodically tense hold. 

Soon enough, Elita-1 took Arcee to a separate room to lie down, and Megatron carefully approached to place Starscream on the medberth. Leaked Energon dripped from Megatron’s servos and spotted the ground. He stared down at it. Then back at Starscream.

“Are you alright, Megatron?” Optimus’ servo was suddenly upon his shoulder and he flinched.

“Ah– Yes. Yes of course…” He responded with a gentle brushing away of the attempt at comfort from the sentimental mech. Megatron’s gaze flickered only momentarily to address the question before falling back upon the air commander. The sparking, practically entirely severed, crushed limb. The scorched, leaking chasm in the wing. Every dent, crack, and burn.

“Would you like to be given a quick check at least? You took quite the blow yourself–”

“No.” Megatron snapped a bit too forcefully with a hand raised to silence him, then in-vented in a practiced means at cooling his nerves. “Starscream requires such attention more than I, at the moment.”

Wheeljack shrugged as he turned back towards the medberth with newly acquired materials. “Alrighty then. Might I ask y’all what ol’ Screamer did ta get this banged up?” 

“How about you focus on your work instead of bothering yourself with such details, medic.” Megatron forcefully kept his tone as monotone as he could. He often tired of how needlessly talkative the Autobots could be. There was no reason to talk about such things after it had already been done. How would describing just how Starscream had severed his own ped from his frame, in some insane act of desperation, possibly aid in repairing it? 

Prowl looked as if he was ready to berate him for the comment for some reason or another. He was only stopped by Optimus inserting himself between them with his more softly toned criticism, “I know you are concerned Megatron, but do refrain from lashing out at your team. Perhaps you should take a seat, and we all may discuss the past hour’s events.”

Megatron’s optical ridge furrowed as the frown deepened on his face. He had hardly lashed out. These mechs could be so sensitive. Even so, he knew Optimus was right. Perhaps it would be good to discuss it, to some regard. There were a good deal of things to consider, in a matter of building upon what the future would hold as a result. That must have been what Wheeljack had meant all along. Megatron’s anger had always been quite a volatile thing to balance. 

“Fine.” He inevitably relented to join Optimus and Prowl at a cluster of crates used in place of chairs. 

“Yeesh, I’d bet we could cut this tension y’all got goin’ on with the dullest knife in the bottom of my tool box.” Wheeljack commented ridiculously, but at least he was finally beginning the patch job as he should. Then, as the mech actually gave more precise focus to his work, he hummed and tapped at a few select places on Starscream’s chassis. The most noticeable being the odd red cracks extending down from the optics. “This ain’t any of your doin’ I reckon.” As he tested it with a scalpel, Starscream tensed and a reactive crimson light shone dimly from somewhere within his broken cockpit. 

Megatron’s eyes widened, “Leave that be.” He ordered, but then remembered again that it might be better to give more explanation. “...He seems to still be connected to the effects of the more chaotic side of the Emberstone. It would be wise not to test it, as we do not know what exactly triggers the episodes.”

“Did you know about this?” Prowl questioned in a rather accusatory tone.

“Only recently.”

“That is soon enough to inform your team of the obvious threat! How could you just let such a thing linger, and wait until it explodes on us?” Prowler’s stance was practically revving to jump from his seat, as he leaned forward just enough to gesture a servo in Megatron’s direction around Optimus.

Optimus of course, raised his hands placatingly to diffuse the growing situation. “Megatron informed me about what he had seen as soon as he could, Prowl. We simply underestimated what it could entail.”

Prowler immediately reeled himself in to assume a more professional posture, “I see… Well. I must admit, Optimus sir, that I also find it a bit strange that we brought such a clearly volatile Decepticon here to be repaired. Would it not just be a waste, when as soon as he’d come back online he’d no doubt cause us continued trouble? If we cannot keep him contained in the brig, and we cannot nullify whatever power he has harnessed, then it would be the most effective solution to simply terminate him.”

Megatron clenched his fists and glowered his optics. “Effective…?” He breathed in a near whisper at the absolute gall of the proposition. As an infamous Decepticon trapper, was that how this mech had orchestrated his operations during the war? Execution merely based on fear? Or an overt disregard for the lives of their enemy if they outlived their supposed usefulness, or tipped some untold scale of risk? Optimus would never allow such a thing!

Then again, the Decepticons had carried out such orders towards Autobots during the war as well. The realization made his shoulders slump as a more somber air replaced his anger. There…could be some logic in Prowl’s query, he supposed. He was certainly no mech to judge the thought, after all. 

Regardless, Megatron would not allow what he’d just witnessed to be left to become yet another regret to haunt his processor. Starscream was not beyond redemption. He was sick. There had to be something they could do. Megatron couldn’t simply toss Starscream to the Pit this time. He wouldn’t. 

“We do not terminate our prisoners.” Optimus started with an assured lilt in his tone as he kept Megatron in the edge of his vision. “Instead, we must determine an alternative approach.”

The plainly obvious statement left both Megatron and Prowl staring at the Prime silently. To Prowler’s credit, he seemed to be having a thousand thoughts running through his head in some effort to piece together the answer. Megatron only found his own thoughts rather blank. He wasn’t sure what they could do. What would be the best way to handle Starscream’s erratic nature? Not to mention the strange affliction the seeker had given himself. Who would Starscream possibly be swayed by? 

…The Terrans?

Finally, Prowler spoke up as he realized that it seemed they were all waiting for someone else to make the next move. Although only in an effort to gain some clarification from his leader. “Which would be…what, sir?” Perhaps he had become more hesitant to voice his own choice of action.

Optimus pulled a servo to his chin in a contemplative gesture, “Hm, I admit I am a bit unsure in that regard.”

“Well, if ya ask me, the only other place we really have in the matter of alternative accommodations would be with those Malto’s.” Wheeljack contributed whilst still amidst his tinkering. An admittedly impressive feat. “Now I know it may seem a bit risky to let our con commander here ‘round the kids, but I’m sure we all know how capable they can be.”

“Oh, yes, perhaps some access to the outdoors could aid Starscream after being cooped up for so long. Like what I was telling you earlier, Megatron!” Optimus motioned to him with a flick of his antennae and a grin as if he alone had come to that revelation. Megatron couldn’t help but give a small, fond smile at the mech.

Prowler took in a long breath, oddly similar to Megatron’s own methods at stabilizing himself, and realigned his previously lost optics to be flat, and rather resigned. “I will trust your judgment.” Then he stood with a new pace of determination on his faceplate. “However, if we will indeed be proceeding with such a course of action, I will insist on precautionary measures.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” Optimus watched his tactician rummage through their supplies, with a newfound gleam of hope in his eyes. Then, he turned his attention to Megatron, “What do you think? Do you believe this approach could work?”

He hesitated a moment as he pondered over his words, “Well… the thought did come to my own mind, in passing. Starscream had shown some strange fondness towards the Terrans… at least Hashtag, to my knowledge. Despite what he had done. She had been able to bring out something within him once. I do not doubt it possible again.”

Optimus nodded and followed Megatron’s wandering gaze towards the seeker. Wheeljack had just about finished smoothing out the patch on the wing, and was now arranging to replace the cracked cockpit. Did repairs always take this long? 

“I will contact Bumblebee to get him up to speed on the new arrangement.” Optimus announced as he took to his peds and made his way towards the door.

“Hm, yes.” Megatron ceased his anxious tapping and stood to join him. “I will call Dorothy. She will no doubt have some grievances to be quelled about the idea.” 

The medbay door closed behind them, and they each took to their own spot in the hall to make their calls. Megatron placed a digit to his helm and sent the signal to Dorothy’s cell. His comm played a little rhythmic tune of sorts as he waited for a response. It was just as mundanely aggravating as the concept of elevator music. He should really disconnect that silly feature.

Finally, Dorothy’s voice came through with her signature greeting, “What’s up Megs?”

“Hello, Dorothy. There is something we must discuss as a result of a recent development. Regarding Starscream.” Megatron was relieved to hear his friend's voice, yet also knew just how precarious this conversion was bound to become.

“That right?” She of course quickly caught on to the anxious air. 

“Yes, he had tried to escape, and…it was quite the spectacle. He was just about ready to die before allowing himself to return to his cell. I admit, it was rather startling. So, we have come to the decision that perhaps time elsewhere could serve him better.” Megatron tapped his finger against the railing as he attempted to filter his thoughts, and prepare for her response to them. “Under the supervision of you and your family.”

“Really now? Are you honestly telling me that the best idea you’ve got, is to send that maniac here, around my kids? Megs…”

“I know…But I do believe your children to be the exact influence he needs. As it has been, his mental state has only seemed to worsen which only aids to increase the danger he poses. We can’t simply send him back to the brig where he just may as well do something foolish.”

“You’re worried about him.” They both remained quiet for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he could admit it, but she understood as she so often did. Dorothy sighed, obviously still unsure, but willing to relent nevertheless. “Okay. If you’re sure. I’ll discuss it with the rest of them. But you’ll have to promise me–that bot won’t ever be allowed to hurt any of my babies again. Got that? You have a plan, don’t you?”

“Yes. I promise.”

***

Everything ached. That wasn’t exactly new. Although the lingering pain in a peculiar corner in his spark was certainly…something.

Starscream groaned as his systems struggled to come back online with at the very least, adequately functional sensors. Sound was garbled like a horribly received connection that he needed to internally adjust until it could make any form of sense. When he tried to begin onlining his optics, it was revoltingly bright, and he had to once again filter through his settings to find something tolerable. 

Where was he? 

What had happened?

…Why couldn’t he move? 

A gripping fear suddenly strangled his spark as he realized that he couldn’t bring his servo to his faceplate, and his wings felt far too cramped as they were pressed against some constricting surface. 

Starscream pulled at the clamps holding him firmly in place. Not again. He was not going to be those humans’ robotics projects. He desperately cycled his optics to try and make sense of his surroundings. He could hear the steps and chaotic chatter of those vermin all around him. There was equipment beside him. What were they going to do this time? Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to lay there and take it. 

An oddly large shadow loomed over him with extending servos. Mandroid’s voice echoed in his audials, “Struggle all you like. But it will not change your fate.”

Starscream yanked painfully against the brace on his wrist until a burst of energy allowed him to break it and throw a punch at the offending silhouette. He wanted to shout some deserved obscenities at the pest, but his voice box wouldn’t work. When his fist connected with metal, he assumed he’d simply been blocked, which infuriated him. That fissure in his spark stabbed through his frame, and he began to shake ridiculously. What was that? Wait. His free servo was stuck again. And his digits were being individually bent in some odd pattern, for some reason.

Then, he started to hear a voice he hadn’t heard in quite some time, calling his designation. “--Scream, Starscream! Hey, c’mon, what’s goin’ on in that crazy processor of yours? Calm down will ya?” Wheeljack? Why was he here?

Starscream blinked. Something wasn’t right. He tried his best to steady his vents as he focused on the ridiculous sensation the mech insisted on inflicting on his servo. Eventually, he could finally make out the white, red, and green overseeing him. As well as a second pair of Autobots across the room. Prowl, and the Prime. 

Right. This was the Autobot base. Not G.H.O.S.T.'s.

Well that was embarrassing. 

Starscream’s wings twitched, as much as they could given his position. Wheeljack looked some type of determined. A reflexive response no doubt. Prowl looked a mix of surprised and appalled, it was actually quite hilarious– except that Prime’s stupid face ruined it. He didn’t need nor want that self-righteous mech’s pity. 

“Ya with us there Screamer?” Wheeljack asked more directly as he finally began to release Starscream’s servo. 

He stared at him, confused and a bit annoyed. Had he not already given them a response? What sort of question was that?

Ah, apparently it would seem as though his vocalizer was still on the fritz. Starscream raised a servo as indication that he needed a moment as he recalibrated his voice box. This was pathetic. 

When he only managed to sputter beeps and clicks, red sparks flared off him angrily a moment as he punched his chassis until the words could be forced out. Wheeljack chastised him for it, but frag him. “WHAT–” Starscream adjusted his volume– “What, is going on here?” Had they really brought him to their technician after he’d almost escaped? That seemed absurd. Perhaps they’d implanted a remote explosive somewhere in his frame.

“Well, I fixed ya up, added Prowl’s little boot, and those two got a deal for ya. Sorry ‘bout the restraints.” Wheeljack began to release him from the medberth. None of this was answering his question. “We weren’t sure if ya’d go immediately ballistic or somethin’ when ya woke up.”

Prowl crossed his arms. “I’d say we were certainly right to do so.”

As Starscream stood, he just about stumbled with a wave of disorientation, but skillfully used it to transition into a snarky servo to a tilted hip. “Of course.” He glared at them until he noticed how one of his peds felt heavier than it should, and lifted it to complain. “But what on Cybertron is this, for?” Then he remembered Wheeljack’s previous statement and straightened himself with an air of guarded curiosity. “And what is this about a deal?”

“That,” Prowl gestured to the ugly, boxy device attached to Starscream’s ped, “Is insurance. All you need to know, is that if you try anything with that power of yours, that device will render you imobile.”

“It tracks your sparkbeat, power surges, fun stuff like that.” Wheeljack listed on a pair of digits, which Prowl didn’t seem too happy about. “I promise it won’t blow up or nothin’!” Coming from this mech, such a promise hardly meant anything. 

“Yes, you have my utmost confidence, Wheeljack.” Starscream rolled his optics tiredly, then kicked his ped in a display of his distaste for the accessory. “It is entirely impractical. How do you expect me to transform with this blasted thing?!”

“Exactly.” Prowler crossed his arms with an expression void of any sympathy. Primus did his faceplate look punchable.

Starscream whined with a slight slump to his wings, before the Prime interjected himself to continue the dreadful conversation. “In regards to the deal, we have decided that you will no longer be staying in the brig.” Starscream perked at this, although couldn’t help but be skeptical. “Instead, you will stay with the Malto family.” 

That was not exactly what he was expecting. 

Starscream stared blankly at them a moment before remembering to speak, “...What will such an arrangement entail, exactly?” Surely it was some new scheme of theirs to pacify him. He didn’t trust it.

The Prime seemed oddly surprised by his response, then took a step forward, an action of which Starscream forced himself to not reactively back away from. “Well, given your obvious distress, we thought you’d benefit from the opportunity to have access to the outdoors. You could perhaps learn to appreciate what Earth has to offer. Observe how well a family made of transformers and humans can function. My hope, is that it could be your own path towards redemption alongside Megatron!”

Starscream’s faceplate scrunched in disgust at the mention of his former leader. “Redemption. Right.” Although the prospect of appreciating Earth would be laughable.

Prowler sent him a discrete glare with narrowed optics. The Prime only looked like a kicked cyberdog. Perhaps they were hoping he’d get on his knees to praise their ever expansive mercy. That he should thank them for such an offer. As if it even were one. This wasn’t a deal. It was an order. 

He in-vented steadily before preparing them a smile, and arranging a loose, confident posture as he strode towards them. “That sounds just wonderful.” He crooned in a disguised taunt as he slid by Prowl, then practically danced around the Prime. “I promise to be on my best behavior! I am truly honored that you all have decided to permit my grand exit from your lovely accommodations. Such a gracious act, that I will make certain not to let go to waste, I assure you!” Starscream led the way out of the medbay with the two bots trailing behind him. 

“You’d better not.” Prowl commented in a cute little threat as he split away from them. 

“What he means is,” The Prime began as he caught up by Starscream’s side, “This could be a very important step in us truly being able to trust you, Starscream. Which would in turn lead to the possibility of your true freedom, and permanent alliance with the Autobots, if you so choose.”

Starscream scrutinized the mech from the corner of his optic, and held his servos behind him professionally. If they actually wanted his alliship as the Prime proclaims, they would have accepted his offer back at the Titan. They’d only pulled this out of their afts now out of newly realized necessity, after the rather explosive display he’d given them. They didn’t care. They just wanted to control him. All it was is a new, creative way of containing him. They couldn’t con a con.

“Yes, I’m sure that is what he meant.” It was clear sarcasm, and yet he aligned his vocalizer to imitate pure sincerity. Well, as much as he could. 

The Prime actually looked a touch annoyed with partially lowered optical lids. How amusing. “I do urge you to take this seriously. You realize the risk involved in this.”

Starscream scoffed in half feigned offense with a servo to his chassis. “Of course I do. Do you take me for a fool?”

The Prime hesitated as if an affirmation of the rhetorical question floated just behind his intake. Rude. Regardless, they eventually came upon their first destination that consisted of a trailer, and those two Autobot femmes. That was foreboding.

“Ready when you are Optimus.” The one he recognized to be identified as Elita-1, reported stoically. 

With the uncomfortably upbeat Arcee adding, “So we’re really doing this? Y’know– you and I really should have a rematch sometime Screamer! You can’t pull a cheap shot on me twice!” She apparently saw it appropriate to approach him and throw her arm around his neck to pull his helm down close to hers. She prodded his chassis to emphasize her challenge, but the energy she exuded was beyond confusing. “I. Will. Destroy you.” There was a painful pause as her touch lingered. “But that's fun for another day!” Then she finally broke away from him to flip into her alt mode beside the trailer. 

Starscream hadn’t realized just how tense he had become until his wings flicked back into place and he chuckled anxiously. His blasted vocalizer cracked again. “Oh yes, fun! I– look forward to it…” He examined the situation before him and regarded the open trailer with contempt. Especially when the Prime began leading him towards it. “Is this–” He gestured to the metal box– “Really necessary? Surely we could simply walk-”

“Nope.” Elita-1 slapped a servo to his arm and yanked him down to be shoved inside. What was with these femmes in tossing him around! And who designed this blasted trailer! It was like being stuck in a fragging compactor.

“Apologies, Starscream, but without access to your alt form, this is the most efficient means of transportation.” The Prime said stupidly as the trailer was tilted to be adjusted onto his frame.

Starscream was sealed inside this absurdly small containment for obviously no more reason than their own amusement. His wings were pulled in tightly with mere centihics between him and the walls. There was absolutely no, fragging, way, to get comfortable in the slagging thing. The walls were too close. The most he could do was have one knee lifted halfway with one servo placed upon it while he leaned at an awkward slant so he didn’t ram his helm on the top. He felt stupid. It was too slagging cramped in this mistake of manufacturing.

Primus Starscream wished Skywarp and Novastorm had destroyed it when they’d had the chance. He was certainly going to make it his first act of justified pettiness on these Auto-glitches, to blow it into melting slag the nano-klick he got his missiles back.

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Woah, this one blew up since I first saw it, very interesting.

I thought sealioning was our thing, but Fewix (emblemxeno) decided to toss in his two cents. Badly, as is his won't, but oh well.

First, starting with something Fewix said:

Rhea's a genocide survivor and the "evil red lady" in question was grave robbing her dead family's tombs

As usual, Edelgard had no way of knowing Crest Stones are the body parts of Rhea's dead kin. Thanks to Rhea herself. From Edelgard's perspective, she was raiding a weapons cache hidden within a tomb, rather like how Rhea hid a Relic in her own casket. You can't desecrate a site that's already been desecrated.

and has been complicit in most of the tragedies and dangers that have befallen garreg mach during that year. Rhea should've done more batshit things actually.

She threatened to kill Byleth in an exceptional vicious and traumatic way, my dude. The death she prescribed for Byleth was brutality that would be right out of The Witcher.

We generally frown upon paying evil unto evil.

Also the devs said that Rhea's a cat lover which is why there's animals througout the monastery and there was a plan for her private quarters to be filled with cats/materials that cats love

No, she was planned to be an animal lover, but that got cut from the finished product.

Also nice to hear Rhea's swanky living space was also going to have a private bathroom. I wonder if it had proper plumping, too?

From Diaphin:

being a genocide survivor doesn't entitle her to hold an entire Continent of people hostage due to the notion of her own racial superiority based on her own ancestry. Especially after she chose to already activeöy reward the benefactors of said genocide.

I'm not quite sure I'd call it hostage, but Rhea definitely did believe humans weren't fit to govern their own affairs. The whole point of the Church of Seiros was to maintain order as a holding pattern until Rhea could bring Sothis back to life to continue ruling the land.

And funnily enough…isn't she a heretic to her own religion in CF? In CF, Edelgard gets crowned with Sothis living Vessel and chosen successor as her witness, who protects her from Rheas judgement in an act of divine Intervention. Rhea loses all authority as archbishop of Sothis the second she doesn't accepts Byleths judgement. According to the Central Churches own teachings, everything Edelgard does in CF is right.

Heheh, and I take full advantage of that in my fanfic, On Black Wings. Byleth grants Edelgard a lot of legitimacy in the eyes of the faithful thanks to Rhea spreading word of her divine status before the Holy Tomb.

But yes, basically all of that. It's actually a shame 3H proper doesn't go further with those implications. Yet another issue of project bloat due to having too many routes. Diaphin and I are in agreement it should've just been Crimson Flower and Azure Moon.

From Fewix:

-"Hold hostage" Incorrect that she's holding anything or anyone hostage, when two of the three sovereign nations remain without strict influence from the church in the current era.

Rhea and Seteth don't seem to have gotten the message.

If you're referring to tech advancement, there are in-game signs that she has voluntarily let her influence on such restrictions wane (autopsy, advanced crest tech, mass book printing, etc.).

Aight, so I made a big rant on this one, but I don't give a shit if Rhea later relaxed her bans. She does not have the right to decide how quickly society develops. It happens as it will happen, and it's not for her decide how quickly is too quickly. That more than anything else is a sign of her arrogant certainty that humans can't govern their own affairs. It'd be one thing if she only restrained weapons development, but medical advancements and book-making? Nah, she can fuck right off with that. She's got blood on her hands with just those two restraints, to say nothing of all the others there might have been.

-"reward benefactors of genocide" Rhea killed the ten elites and spared their children because children don't deserve to be punished for the wrongdoings of their parents

Everything up until that is above board (if a bit uncharacteristic of her). It's galling that Rhea chose to allow mankind (and by mankind I mean Faerghus and Leicester) to continue to benefit from their horrific deeds by giving them the Relics when they proved useful to her. She should have sealed the Relics away in the Holy Tomb and never took them back out. Allowing her slaughtered kin to be used as tools of enforcement of the church, Faerghus, and Leicester's hegemony is a disgrace to them.

-"Isn't Rhea a heretic" Nope, because 3H's theological narrative is ultimately to discredit the Divine Right of Kings ("god said it therefore I'm right") and to prop up Mandate of Heaven ("may the ruler be virtuous lest he be overthrown by the people") instead. Rhea's not a ruler of a nation so she can't be overthrown out of her own church, Dimitri is falsely sentenced by the agarthans and traitorous nobles (not the common folk), and Claude isn't ever overthrown either. Edelgard is the only one who can get overthrown by her own subjects in-game, and even in her own route's epilogue there is mention of revolts that Hubert's Secret Police puts down.

Holy shit, that's a non-sequitor stacked with using semantics as a defense. If you're still confused, Seteth said Rhea committed a huge taboo trying to bring Sothis back from the dead. Trying to bring anyone back from the dead is typically the action of a villain in this series.

Edelgard is the only one who can get overthrown by her own subjects in-game

Most of them being,

traitorous nobles (not the common folk)

and even in her own route's epilogue there is mention of revolts that Hubert's Secret Police puts down.

Don't look now, Fewix:

To foster trust, Claude frequently sent Balthus into Fódlan on missions to help quell revolts begun by Imperial loyalists.

Byleth needs foreign help to maintain their throne? Guess they lost the Mandate of Heaven, too.

Also, you got that nonsense on Divine Right of Kings and the Mandate of Heaven from Fantasy Invader, who I consider an anti-source: if he says it, it's probably false.

Also Sothis' crest stone disappears and Byleth's hair turns back to blue, so no, even by your reading, you're still wrong since Sothis took her divine right away after her daughter was killed

Yeah, you're definitely using fucking Fantasy Invader as a source, ye gods.

Yeah, Sothis definitely hated Byleth and wanted to punish them.

Diaphin went on for a bit, but I was more interested in smacking Fewix around a bit, so I'll leave it at that. Merry Christmas, everyone!

I think one of the funniest arguments I've seen in FE Twitter for why Nabateans should be ruling and hold authority over the inferior race is probably how their age and lived experience makes them most fit to rule when the US just went over the issue of its running candidates for leadership becoming increasingly old.

Like yeah, there are old people who through lived experiences and age have gained alot of insights and wisdom, but then there is also your insane grandpa who is angry at kids day and age playing with their Minecrafts instead of working in the mines from 4am to 10pm.

Rhea is a person who gets so insanely angry over her science fair necromancy experiment siding with the evil red lady and her now losing the war, that against every offer to surrender or resolve this war with her dignity and life intact, she instead has the biggest german kid temper tantrum in gaming history and orders to burn an entire civilian city she and her remaining troops currently inhabit and which gave them refuge for 5 years. I wouldn't trust Rhea to take care of my cat without burning the town I live in to the ground because he wouldn't let her pet him.

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

12 Days of Christmas: 2024 Christmas Event

Day 1: Secret Santa

Pairing: The Chain & Reader

Warning(s): N/A

Notes: Staring off strong with some secret Santa shenanigans. Enjoy!

Main Masterlist | Event Masterlist | Next Day

In hindsight, introducing the idea of 'Secret Santa' while stuck in an alternate dimension with eight men might not have been the best choice on your very modern, very medievally-challenged part, because you were quite sure you hadn't been given a moment's peace since explaining the concept to the little assholes a day ago.

"Wild, buddy, my ride-or-die, I said no," you groaned as Wild's puppy eyes ratcheted up a level, practically glimmering in his skull. The Champion was unusually persistent in his quest to discover which of them would be the (lucky) recipient of whatever gift you could manage to scrounge up in this hellhole of a dimension. Not that the others hadn't tried; even you weren't daft enough to notice several of the little-er bastards sticking their grubby fingers into your stuff while the older bastards distracted you with similar mischief. You already accepted that complete privacy was a hard-pressed luxury in Hyrule, but this was getting ridiculous, even more so that Time, Twilight, Wars, and Sky–the responsible ones, you called them–were nowhere to be found.

"Just a hint?" Wild's eyes widened, and you could have sworn his pupils had all but swallowed the brilliant blue of his irises. It would have been adorable, but your patience was growing dangerously thin. The Cook leaned in close; like that would entice you to reconsider. "I won't tell."

"Uh huh," your arms crossed over your chest, and you scooted so far back that you nearly fell from the log you were sitting on. Damn him, and damn Hyrule and Legend, who had been watching the exchange with open intrigue.

"C'mon, I won't say a word," the Champion cajoled. He was basically on top of you, and you were torn between stomping to find Time, who wouldn't dare be this annoying, or surrendering to the laughter threatening to bubble from your chest. "Cross my heart-–

"Nope," you interrupted quickly when Wind's ears gremlin ears perked up from across the camp. He was too young, too beautiful, to be praying for death. Attempting to steer the conversation back to saner waters, you raised a brow. "For someone who's never played, you don't seem concerned with what to get your Secret Santa. Feeling lucky, Champ?"

"Absolutely," he said with the smoothness of Nutella over bread. Fuck, you wished Hyrule had that. The sun beat down over the camp, and you absentmindedly tugged on the collar of your tunic. "Plus, the bet–"

"Wild!" Hyrule hissed, ears pinking, and you nearly choked at the admission, horror lacing your expression.

"Wait, you're all betting on my Secret Santa?"

"Duh!" Wind joined the conversation with his usual amount of teenage sass, sauntering over to plop next to you on the log, a hair's breadth away from swinging those tangerine-covered legs over your lap. "I'm a pirate!"

"You're a child," you replied without missing a beat, sticking your tongue out at the young sailor. "And I'll be having a word with Time about letting you make bets."

Wind rolled his eyes, obviously recalling the time you'd caught him attempting to make off with one of Wild's bomb arrows after Legend dangled the promise of a two-week free trial with the fire rod upon completion. "Please, that was one time."

"Wind, I'm going to hold your hand when I tell you this–"

The sailor's resulting grimace was the stuff of legend. "Ew, cooties–"

"–but back in my age, you have to be eighteen to make bets with money," you paused to register his statement, brows furrowing. Cooties, really? In a world where Herpes existed? "Child, you're literally proving my point."

"Now sailor, ya know tha's dangerous," Twilight materialized behind you to comment, expression the picture of amusement, while you let yours reflect how unimpressed you were.

"Hey, Twi. How much did you toss in? Five rupees? Ten?" You raised a brow. "Twenty?"

A snort left the Rancher's mouth. He leaned down, meeting your gaze with the best shit-eating grin you'd seen outside of Wild. "Ya know 'm not a betting kind, darl'."

"Bullshit," you hissed, pushing his face away with your palm. "Thirty? Forty? You're flattering me here."

Twilight rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest, though he didn't look the least bit nonplussed. "Ya think 'm made of rupees, darlin'?"

"Absolutely not, you're just as broke as the rest of us," you chuckled, flicking your finger in his direction. The others joined in, and you caught Wind's body when he dissolved into giggles, collapsing against your shoulder, using your free hand to ruffle sandy-blonde locks. "Woah, man overboard!"

The camp laughed once more, and no more was said of anyone's Secret Santa. Until the next morning.

The sun was on the rise when you woke, stretching your arms and settling more solidly against the plush fabric of your bedroll, squished between Wind and Sky's respective sleeping positions. The Chosen Hero had an arm tossed haphazardly over your stomach, while the Sailor had somehow managed to meld himself to your shoulder, like you were the meat to the metaphorical sandwich. It was a comforting weight, and you would have stayed had your bladder not chosen that exact moment to express its displeasure with an urgent cramp. 

Grumbling to yourself, you extracted yourself from the pile, ignoring Sky's sleepy mumble when his arm flopped against your bedroll, though Wind quickly became his next target and you trudged away knowing everything was once more right in the world, silently slinking past the snoozing forms of Time and Twilight to the forest. 

A thin breeze swept through the trees as you weaved between them, rustling the thick, sun-dappled canopy. Once satisfied that you wouldn't be walked in on by an overactive hero with your pants down, you did your business and returned to camp, sighing at the relieved pressure in your abdomen. 

Now, let it never be said that you enjoyed being a tease, but watching the chain scramble to discover just what you were planning for 'secret santa' was more than entertaining; from the moment you dropped the small slips of paper in Legend's shed hat to be drawn to the last time you had caught Wild and Four peering into your traveling pack. Even Time and Warriors, who were arguably the most mature of the bunch, were only slightly more discrete in discovering just what you had planned for the recipient of your gift, though you suspected it was partly because Time had years of experience in this sort of fuckery and Warriors' time as a captain had taught him to be especially thorough when conducting searches. 

Still, there was no hidden joy in their faces when Wild would pester you about the subject, so you knew they hadn't discovered it yet. You also knew that they weren't curious enough to search your clothes pockets, where the thin slip of paper proclaiming your charge lay. 

As expected, the camp was mostly deserted by the time you managed to saunter your half-awake ass back into it. Four, Hyrule, and Legend lay in a heap of limbs that had you wincing, while Wind was playing the dutiful teddybear for Sky's more cuddly provocalities. Time and Warriors had found each other in Twilight's absence, the Rancher having left their company in favor of rolling up his bedroll, ears perking up when you approached. 

"Hey, darl'," the hero greeted, tightening the straps containing the bedroll in a tight coil. "Sleep well?"

"You bet," you answered, plopping down beside him. You sat cross-legged, elbows perched on upwards curve of your thighs. "And you?"

"'S well as any other night," the Rancher answered, running a hand through his sleep-tosseled hair. You debated grabbing your comb to help him out, but ultimately held back; best not to steal Warriors' only pleasure in life. "What's got ya up so early? Ah know we're doin' that secret... remind me th' name 'o that 'gain?"

"Santa," you corrected. 

"Tha's the one! Anyways, ah know we're doin' tha' thing tah-day, but ya don't gotta wake up early, 'e'll love whatever ya get 'em."

You grinned at his attempt to reassure you, using one of your hands to lay a gentle clap on the blade of his shoulder. "I appreciate it, Twi, but that's not why I'm up."

"Oh?" 

"Actually, I was wondering if you've seen Wolfie lately?" you asked, purposefully keeping the question vague. If there was anyone who knew where the elusive wolf was, it was his unofficial bestie, Twilight. 

"Wolfie, eh?" the Rancher hummed, putting a finger to his chin. "'M sure I could track 'im down for ya. May ah ask why?"

You shrugged. "I just miss him. Plus, you wouldn't want him to miss his first Secret Santa, right?"

Abruptly, Twilight sat up a bit straighter, as if caught off guard. His ears twitched. "Hol' up. Yer including 'im in this?"

"Um, yes?" You leveled the Rancher with a puzzled look. However you looked at it, Wolfie was an integral part of the team, and deserved to be treated as such, which is why you felt no shame in adding a slip of paper with his name on it into the hat when no one was looking. The furry sweetheart was already known for bringing back things, so whoever drew his name wouldn't be missing out. "He's one of us, Twi. It wouldn't be fair to not include him."

"Not include who?" A new voice cut in, and you shot a lazy wave to Warriors, who was in the process of worming his way from the cocoon that was his bedroll. "Please tell me we're talking about Legend, no one'll tell me who got him."

"First of all, rude, and second of all, no," you stuck your tongue out at the Captain, who had managed to maneuver himself next to you and Twilight, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I was asking Twi about Wolfie, it's been a bit since we've seen him."

"Hm," said Warriors, looking marginally less invested at the realization that you weren't discussing his mortal enemy in sass and sarcasm alike. He ran a hand through his hair and you were instantly jealous of how easily his fingers slipped through the almost golden strands. "Now that I think about it... have you tried the forest?"

"A bit," you admitted, glancing around the surrounding area. It was empty, but you still looked. "He usually comes to us, but with all the portal-hopping we've been doing..."

"Ain't no reason ta worry," Twilight clapped your shoulder as he stood, rolling his shoulders. "He looked back and shot you a dazzling smile. "Ah'll find 'im, dont'cha worry."

With that, he disappeared into the thick forest.

It was time.

You arranged for everyone to sit in a circle, noting that they all seemed to be clutching some sort of item. You were no exception, cradling a thin bundle of fabric to your chest; you hadn't quite known what to get your Secret Santa, but you hoped it would be well-received regardless.

"Is everyone ready?" Time asked, though the look he threw you suggested that he was only taking charge to quell the excited jittering before the heroes descended upon one another in a frenzy.

There was a chorus of agreement, and you sat taller. Twilight had returned a bit ago, claiming that Wolfie was 'nowhere to be found', and while you were skeptical–and frankly a bit worried–you let it go, ushering him to sit with a large smile. Even so, you couldn't keep them waiting, which is why you cleared your throat. "Perfect! You may begin."

There was a clatter as Wild practically launched himself at Wind, proudly displaying what could only be a smaller version of Twilight's hookshot. The craftsmanship was clear, and your heart melted when the Sailor's mouth dropped, eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

"This is awesome!" exclaimed the youngest hero, running a hand over the gleaming surface. "I've never– thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome," Wild scratched the back of his neck, obviously pleased. "I'm glad you like it."

The Champion's gift-giving was quickly followed by Four, who presented Hyrule with a new sword that shone brighter than water, the hilt decorated with small green gemstones; then Time, who commissioned a new pair of boots for Warriors. Legend was next, handing Wind

The Champion's gift-giving was quickly followed by Four, who presented Hyrule with a new sword that shone brighter than water, the hilt decorated with small green gemstones; then Time, who commissioned a new pair of boots for Warriors. Legend was next, producing a large sack full of metallic fragments that gleamed in the pale light and handing it to the resident smith, who looked a bit teary-eyed at the offering, and Warriors took no prisoners in gifting Twilight a loop of metal-reinforced rope, already tied in a short lasso at the end. You felt a tap on your shoulder, and Wind was behind you, holding something behind his back. 

"This is for you!" The sailor proclaimed, practically shaking with excitement as he shoved a mass of blue-green fabric into your arms. "I wasn't sure what to get you at first, but I saw this in Time's Hyrule and it looked perfect!"

You grinned at the admission, unraveling the fabric to reveal a stunning cape. It was long and smooth, with the Hylian Crest emblazed on the back in brilliant white stitching. "Wind, I love it," you pulled the Sailor into a hug, mindful of the wrapped bundle still held against your chest. "It's everything I've ever wanted."

Wind's eyes bugged out, and you could practically see the stars glimmering in his sea-swept irises. "Really?!"

"Of course," you giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head. You shook the fabric out, then wrapped it around your shoulders, marveling at the way it fluttered around your ankles, lighter than silk. "Thank you, Sailor."

Wind's cheeks pinked, and he sputtered something but accepted your affections with a beaming smile. Until he perked up, noticing the bundle of fabric in your arms. "Wait, you haven't given your gift yet?"

You shook your head, feeling a bit sad despite the blatant cheer going around--Sky definitely deserved those new strings for his harp and Time was completely valid for grinning upon receiving new gauntlets from Twilight. "Ah, yeah-- It is."

"Then give it!"

A chuckle escaped you at Wind's insistence. You patted the Sailor's head. "I wish, buddy. He's not here yet."

Wind's brows furrowed as he scanned the group, expression becoming quizzical when he found that everyone was present. "But we're all here?"

"Not necessarily," you huffed, just as the others seemed to take note of the gift still in your arms.

Wild was the first to speak, brushing his bangs from his face with one hand while the other held the carved ladle set Sky had gifted him. "Wait, is that your gift? Who's it for?"

You scratched the back of your neck, knowing that the wait was up. "Uh... It's for Wolfie, but he's not here," you cast a cursory glance across the camp in case the furry baby was lurking somewhere among the bedrolls, but he was nowhere to be seen. "so I'm just hanging on to it until he shows up."

Silence, then Legend grumbled, pulling a sack of rupees from his pocket and chucking them at Twilight with a glare that could have killed a weaker man. "You fucking cheat, Rancher."

Right. They had made bets on this.

"Seriously, guys?" You asked incredulously as Wild and Hyrule forked over their own sacks to the Rancher, who looked curiously shocked. Didn't he say he hadn't participated? "Oh my H– how did you know!?"

"Ah didn't," responded Twilight, holding his spoils with a bewildered expression. Silently, Sky added a sack to the growing pile in the Rancher's arms. Time looked distinctly disappointed, but that could have just been his face. "Ah was jus' jokin'–"

"Joking or not, you fooled us," Legend huffed like the sore loser he was. "Man, I was sure it was Warriors."

"Me? Why?" The Captain raised a brow, his query flanked by your very baffled: "Him? Why?"

The Veteran scoffed, and you knew this was about to get good. Until he opened his mouth and you were instantly reminded of how much of a little shit Legend was. "Because you've been sneaking around him like a rat. I thought it was obvious."

You blinked. "A rat?!"

"OKay," Warriors interrupted before things could get ugly. "I'm sure there's some way we can get it to him. Speaking of," he glanced at your face, then the bundle, then back to your face. "What did you get Wolfie?"

Grinning, you unveiled the gift, revealing a long, thick bone. It was approximately the length of your forearm; lightly browned from the gentle steaming it had received a few days prior to enhance flavor.

"Woah," breathed Wild in reverence, and you were glad at least someone recognized the effort. Tracking down the best butcher in Hyrule while simultaneously being tailed by at least two heroes at any given moment was no easy feat, but you had done it, and, by god, were you proud. "I'm almost jealous."

"Well, now ah know 'e'll love it," Twilight said, looking equally impressed. "If ya give it ta me, I'll make sure 'e gets it, darl'."

"Are you sure? I can hang on to it–"

But the Rancher was already taking the bone from your grasp, and, really, was it the worst thing when, the very next morning, a very satisfied Wolfie rolled into camp, practically dropping into your lap like a fly, with your gift in his jaws?

I might rewrite this idea into another one of my fics, but enjoy this (very late) standalone for now! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (if you celebrate)!!

[nicoleanell]

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Man it's the fact this statement is weirdly big and generous and brave in Armand's mind. I think it was Assad or someone else who said it was a moment of overconfidence or almost gloating, which is not the exact vibe I get, but I think there's something to that big-headedness of having survived and gotten through it and it's over now and just... He just wants to see. He just wants to skip that little stone down the cliff and see what happens. Maybe if nothing happens *then* he would actually be able to exhale. (He will not. He'd find something else. There's an itch in him that's never going to be secure enough in the bed he made.) Maybe it's just wanting to test something - Louis or himself or how many ways he can't die.

People tie it directly to Armand not being able to say the words in 2x05, which is probably intentional, but also it's not *exactly* the same because for one thing it's in the Past Tense now. It's very much meant as a moment of *closure* - he DID love you, past tense, we don't know where he is or how he feels now and that doesn't matter - while in San Francisco with Lestat right there on the mind telephone, it was the present tense terror that maybe that really was all Louis needed to hear to go running back to him.

But their relationship has also changed SO dramatically since San Francisco that it feels like even the past-tense version is a very, very precarious thing to admit. Because it's not about the material love triangle, it's not who-will-Bella-Swan-choose, it's about 70 years of mythmaking and storytelling.

SIDEBAR: The show left us IMO with a very frustrating ambiguity about the extent to which Armand has used his mind powers on Louis, like to the point where you have some fans believing that *every single fucking memory* we saw onscreen that they didn't like for the last two seasons is Fake News actually, and other fans believing it happened Just That One Time GOD. (I personally lean toward way *less* mind manipulation than other people assume, and if it was literally JUST the shit that happened in 1973 that's... enough to be messed up lol. I think the "love of my life" and finishing each other's sentences scenes have some unsettling implications. I *don't* think Louis having imperfect recall and limited perspective of stuff that happened a century ago is because of Armand all or even *most* of the time.)

But the fact no matter what is that Louis has a lot of cognitive dissonance around Lestat because he WANTS it acknowledged on some bone-deep level that Lestat loved him, because he loved/continues to love him too. And if we're gonna insist on throwing the word "gaslighting" around when we just mean "lying", then at the end of the day it's about Louis being told he's not crazy by someone who has at times made him feel that way.

Idk maybe this is me getting Too Deep about a finale I still think is kinda unsatisfying and already had way too much to do with Lestat and not enough with Claudia. But I do like that moment when I look past the toxic love triangle and more toward "hey buddy [my best friend Armand] why are you Like That" and Louis' little smile breaking my heart.

Something sad about that moment is Armand's right that saying those words *doesn't* end the world, and if nothing else had happened and Daniel and the Vampire CIA weren't on their divorce-attorney kick, that'd be the end of it. (Hot take I don't think saying the words or not in 1973 would've really made a difference either, and there's so much more nuanced and wild shit going on there than an undelivered message romcom beat.) And Louis would be *grateful* for that moment of understanding and closure between them.

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The Yellow Sundress that you like

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Y/N 

Summary: He loves you and your cunty Yellow sundress

Warning: SMUT NO PLOT / MDNI / Please i am just so horny after saw tha Pascalispunk Insta story 😭/ a bit of Daddy kink/ Breeding kink/ unsafe sex 🙏 

A/N: This is myyyy very veryy verrrryyy first smuutttttt, so it is so messy here and there, because i make this while being horny over this man, OMG, IDK, BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, (please spare me 😭🙏 if there are so many grammar error)

"... i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."

When everyone else is choosing to spend their year-end holidays in four-season countries, seeing snow or going to the highlands, you and Pedro decided to spend your year-end holiday on a beautiful private island with pristine white sand, owned by one of Pedro's friends.

There's no need to ask how you ended up there, the point is that Pedro always makes sure Y/N just has to relax and enjoy the vacation. Yes, your lover, who has a significant age gap of almost 20 years, loves to spoil Y/N. Whenever Pedro has a free schedule after shooting all sorts of film projects or TV series, he will always come home to your apartment.

Honestly, sometimes you still find it hard to believe that you, a 28-year-old woman who only works as a publicist team for a major production house, can be in a relationship with a megastar, Pedro Pascal.

You met when Pedro was on a media tour for the series Narcos, and you met by chance at a private celebration, and after that..., the rest is history, until now you have been in a relationship for five years.

Five years with the man of every woman and man's dreams sometimes makes Y/N insecure. Yes, for five years you still don't want to publicize your relationship for various reasons. Of course, Pedro understands and follows your wishes.

"I always ready if you decide to be open about our relationship baby. You are the most amazing partner and lover I ever have. Do not worry too much okay," he said at that time.

Although their relationship is still a secret, Y/N has introduced Pedro to her parents and vice versa, you have been introduced by Pedro to his siblings and parents.

It feels like this is enough for you, because you know that this man loves you, truly, very much, loves you.

But for Pedro, all this is certainly not enough. As someone who has the love language of acts of service, spoiling you is one of the things the man loves.

There have been countless times when Pedro suddenly sent a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower, to your office or apartment with cheesy little notes like

'i miss you, ma belle'

When you were menstruating, without being asked or requested, Pedro was ready to buy all your menstrual needs, from snacks, heat packs, and of course himself as a human-sized teddy bear who was ready to hug you when your stomach cramps started to attack.

Hey, of course this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for both of you in the midst of his busy life as a Hollywood actor.

Of course, this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for the two of you in the midst of his busy schedule as a Hollywood actor.

For the past three days, the two of you have been waking up late at this beachside cottage, sunbathing and making out like smitten teenagers, and having a romantic dinner afterwards. However, today a naughty idea crossed your mind.

For five years of dating, you already know what your lover likes when you have sex and the favorite thing that Pedro has never directly told you is how he is very aroused when you wear this yellow floral sundress.

Every time you wear a summer dress that really shows off every curve of your beautiful body, you know Pedro follows your every move like a lion eyeing its prey to eat. This time, you want to prove the hypothesis.

That morning Pedro woke up earlier than you, yes, this was your chance to give a naughty surprise to the hot guy. You started to dress up, wearing

Pedro's favorite white floral lingerie and then wearing your favorite sundress. The dress was really tight with a slit as high as your hips and your final touch was, you decided not to wear underwear.

You checked your appearance in front of the mirror once more, feeling okay, you rushed to Pedro who was reading a book on a beach chair and only wearing blue boxers.

"Baby ..." you called.

"Yes, ho .." Pedro was stunned to see your super hot appearance. The sundress had low shoulders that showed your big and tempting cleavage. There was a warm rush flowing towards Pedro's crotch because he saw how sexy his lover was.

"Well, well, is it my birthday today?" he asked, a naughty grin appeared on his face when you decided to sit on Pedro's lap.

"Baby ..., you are not wearing panty?" you shook your head while smiling naughty.

"No, I want to give you a lil surprise."

"Surprise? What kind of surprise doll?" asked Pedro while slowly stroking your thigh and slightly tickling your groin that was not wearing underwear.

"I know, you have a thing with a sundress baby. You are always so horny when I wear my sundress. Today, what if we find out if my hypothesis is true."

"Ah ..., you got me baby. I love sundress, I love how this slutty dress fits your body perfectly, I always imagine to bend you over on my desk then fuck you harder, until your leg shaking and beg me to breed you."

"uhum, what if we do that now Daddy? Bend me over, spread my leg and eat me in this slutty sundress.

Hearing Pedro's words made the hair on your neck stand on end. Not because of fear, but goosebumps imagining how the man uses your vagina as he pleases and makes you forget everything.

"Hell yeah baby. As you wish." Pedro began to explore every inch of your slender neck and lowered your dress until it was off and only showed a white see trough bra, which of course he immediately took off too and finally showed your ripe breasts with areola and white slightly pink.

lick, suck, tracing every inch of it it’s the most favorite thing that Pedro likes about your boobs. He loves your boobs so much, and when he plays with it, you can’t help but moan every suck, every lick of his tongue.

It’s so good that you are not aware you are already grinding your cunt (who is already soaking wet) into his hard groin.

“Ugh.. baby.. please.”

“Please what baby?” asked Pedro.

“I need your finger, please..”

“Not my cock babe?” He teases you with his fingers that are now circling slowly at your clit and make you moan in his ears.

“nggh, not yet, i want your fing… nggh...” You hardly finished your words.

“Show me how bad you want my fingers,” Y/N whined a bit, but she didn't stop herself and guided Pedro's fingers into her hole.

“Please papi, there.. please” He smirked to see your horny face while touching your wall and moving his finger the way you usually like.

Like the sex toy, Pedro moves his finger slowly and hits your very-very sweet spot that makes your cunt wetter and now you can hear your own sloppy cunt gettin fucked by his finger.

“Damn it babe, it became wetter than usual. Are you that horny?” he asked.

“Ungh, always wet for you papa.”

“My lovely princess. Tell me princess, what do you want next?” his fingers still slowly touching your sweet spot.

"ahn,.. i.. i.. unggh papa.."

“What mi amor.”

“i.. ahnn.. fuck me with your tongue..”

“My tongue? Be specific Y/N”

“I want your tongue lick my clit slowly and suck it. and fuck my hole with your tongue.”

"That's it, good girl. Okay, one cunnilingus for my girl.” He easily lifted your body and now you have splayed on top of the table beside him, he slowly touched your inner thighs then spread it then brought his mouth into your cunt and did as you said before.

“YES…” You, always love how he fucks your cunt with his tongue. the way he circles his tongue on your clit and licks it like he licks his favorite ice cream flavor.

“Daddy. so good..”

“Only for you baby. You are looking so good, hot, and tempting. Splayed below me, with this cunt dress.” He said still focusing on making you moan and cum, of course.

“C..cum.. i want…”

“Come baby, give daddy your cunt Juices.” then you cum on his mouth while he eats your pussy and he happily accepts your juice and eats it.

"Come here baby." He said as he guides you to kiss him, to taste your juice on his mouth in between the kisses.

"Thank you papa.." you smile at him.

“Aha, not yet baby. we haven't started anything yet. Now, bend over. show me your cunt.” His tone is very clear.

"Yes daddy." You said as you bend over him, spread your thighs and show your wet hole.

“Such a nice view. I think I can fuck you all day long with this dress.” He said.

"That's my plan papa."

“a very nice plan baby. should we change all of your wardrobe into sun dress?”

“and you fuck me everyday? I like that.” you said a bit wiggling your ass teasing him that already naked and showing his fat cock standing proudly.

“Okay, consider it done. Now, show me how that tight cunt works baby.” He slowly teases your entrance with his tip then thrusts his fat cock into your already wet hole.

“OH FUCK, so big.. papi.. yes, harder please, fuck me hard and fa..fassth” you said in the middle of your moan. First, he moves his ass slowly, like he's savoring every inch of your warm wall that sometimes massages his dick.

“Damn, Y/N it's still this tight. you are so fucking warm and tight.”

Suddenly he moves faster hitting your sweet spot again and again. You both already forget that you are still outside (Luckily it is a private island and your cottage is located in a very-very private area)

“Fuck..baby.. I think I'm going to cum..”

“Yes..please…please give me your cum papi. make me pregnant with your seeds.” with his last thrust, He cum inside yours, giving his seeds wishing it is successfully making you pregnant. He then pulls his dick and carries you in a bridal style to the room.

"Pedro.."

"Yes baby."

"I still remember when you gave me this sundress."

"Yeah, what about it baby."

“At first, I was very insecure about it.” Pedro is still listening to you.” Because.. you know, my body is not that I don't know how to say it.”

Pedro took you to bed and lay beside you. "You know, i kinda feel insecure about my body, it is.. kinda big, especially my thigh. sometimes i don't like it."

"Oh baby, i don't want you to think about your body like that. You know, i admire you as you are, besides, i love this big thigh and ass. You, baby, is the sexiest human being on earth, that i am so grateful that i meet you. Don't compare yourself with others, okay? And, i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."He said with a smile on his face as he carresing your hair.

"I love you papi."

"And i love you too mi amor."

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Please elaborate on carlandoscar.. I would love to hear your thoughts and I want to be convinced

Hello nonnie<3

God I have so much to say, like their dynamics just make so much sense??

First of all, just the absolute poetry that is their current stages of life. I don't know if that's the sentence you'd use to explain it, but. just listen:

Oscar- what might be

Lando- what is / what could be

Carlos- what could've been

Bc isn't that what they are.

We all know Oscar is championship material; he's got the mentality, and his racecraft and understanding of the car just gets better, especially considering the fact that it's literally his second year in F1.

Lando is the one who is, right now. He very nearly got his first championship this year, and he's just getting better. I've also written 'could be' mostly bc of the fact he still isn't a champion yet, but even with all my mclaren haterism, I do know it's a very realistic possibility.

Carlos, on the other hand, is all spent potential. Not necessarily wasted potential, bc I do feel he made a name for himself, but he's spent all his potential in teams that never gave him a proper chance to compete. Like with Renault and Mclaren it was the car, and with Ferrari it was the car AND the team's clear show of favour (not said in like a bad way, more so in a sad way). And obv torro rosso was smthng else.

So, just. The combination of these 3 different stages is so compelling to me.

Next, we have their relationships with each other.

With Lando and Carlos and all their history, as well as them still being so close with each other, while Oscar and Carlos are always making snide remarks about one another. Except. Then you have Carlos calling them 'magnets' and Oscar only speaking up when Carlos does smthng small on track, and suddenly. They're giving each other fist bumps. They're smiling at each other when their eyes lock. They're following each other on instagram. And they're talking.

And ofc, you also just have Lando and Oscar. Lando, who will take any chance he has to tease Oscar. And Oscar, who will keel over and die with laughter at anything remotely funny, Lando says. Lando, who gave oscar his Sprint win without even being asked. Oscar, who's followed team orders with no complaints to make sure Lando stayed in championship contention.

They're just so perfectly intertwined.

Now, on to my more rpf thoughts.

I honestly fully believe that while Lando and Carlos have been friends for much longer, Oscar and Carlos would get together first. I can totally see both of them being forcefully/coincidentally put into situations where there is no choice but for them to talk. Over time, I think they just start to enjoy it. Like first, they feel genuine irritation with each other over their stupid arguments. Now, they're having fun. They like getting on to each others nerves. It becomes a sort of game.

This just keeps happening until one day they take it too far, stumble into uncharted territory, then stumble into each other, and then just stumble into bed together. Come morning, Oscar is waking up to the smell of freshly made pancakes, and him and Carlos are arguing about toppings and, well. It just feels natural. It clicks. They're together now, and neither of them even has to say it bc the other one just knows.

Lando is much more complicated. Honestly, I think he'd have a whole crisis about it. First, he'd go thru the 'wait, am I G-A-Y???' breakdown during his F2 years. Then, he'd go thru the 'ohmygod I LIKE CARLOS?!?' breakdown midway thru their second year together in Mclaren. And I can totally imagine him having his, 'wait why do I think Oscar is cute and why am I still not over Carlos why is this happening to me.' breakdown during the summer break after Oscar's first year.

Honestly, I've already written way too much now😭 if yall are still interested and wanna know how I think Lando gets with them just leave me an ask and I'll respond to that bc this is WAY to long. And if you're interested in their relationship/bedroom dynamics, then feel free to ask abt that too bc I have put MUCH thought behind it😭😭😭

Anyway, I hope this convinced you at least a little bit nonnie<3

[guilty-pleasures21]

Santa baby

This takes place in the You suck! universe, so feel free to check that one out if you haven't already! 😋

Okay, I need to give you a comprehensive warning so you can decide whether or not to read this.

WARNING: The following work of fiction describes a kinky and explicit roleplay using Santa Claus as one of the characters and a brief pretense of having an affair at the end. It is not my intention to offend anyone in any way at all and I apologise if I have done so (please drop me a message in my PM so that I might rectify my errors and be more mindful in the future as I am just unaware right now of any offence anyone might take). Furthermore, if you do feel you might take offence upon reading the contents of this warning, please proceed with caution or skip this post entirely.

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Miguel patted the space beside him and snarled when his hand met the empty mattress. Dios, he hated it when his girlfriend woke up before him. She wasn't a morning person, so it didn't happen too often, but that only made it all the more irritating when it coincided with the few mornings he'd let himself sleep in. Like today.

Miguel forced himself out of bed and stomped over to the toilet, expecting X to be brushing her teeth or taking a shower … but the door swung open to an empty bathroom when he pushed it. And suddenly, his irritation turned into fear. Had she left? Had someone taken her? Was she safe? What if she'd been kidnapped or … or what if she'd never even been there at all? But no, her toothbrush was by the sink, her damp towel was drying on the rack and her pyjamas were hanging behind the door. Miguel rushed out of his room, sniffing the air desperately for the sweet scent of the pancakes X liked to cook for them whenever he took a day off. Nothing. Then finally, he saw her standing in his living room, hovering by the Christmas tree Gabe had brought by his place a few days ago.

“X?” Miguel called, heading over to the stairs. He kept his gaze on the steps as he jogged down, taking care not to trip. “What are you doing, querida? I thought you hate-”

She turned around at the sound of his voice and grinned when she saw him freeze halfway down the stairs, his eyes roving over her wildly. He always looked so delicious in the mornings, his wavy hair all tousled, his cotton shirt all wrinkly, his features all grumpy from being roused from his slumber. He was so cute! But he didn't look grumpy now; if they were in a cartoon, she was sure that his jaw would have been touching the ground and his eyes would have been bulging exaggeratedly out of his head. It was the exact response she'd been hoping for.

“¡Buenos días, querido!” she greeted him brightly, as if she had no idea what the f*ck her unbelievably sexy outfit was doing to him right then. Ay, p*tas, where had she even gotten such a thing?! It was like some twisted, sexed-up Santa costume every conservative Christian mother would be petitioning to get banned on the streets: no way in hell was that thing safe for public consumption! Miguel's eyes travelled over her top, the long sleeves leaving her shoulders and collarbone bare before ending at her wrists in a fluffy, white cotton edging. The neckline dipped low into her cleavage, leaving very little to his imagination, especially with the way the scarlet material looked like it was struggling to contain her breasts. His eyes fell lower, past the cotton lining the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her miniskirt, and down to the sheer red stockings stretched over her legs, giving her normally tanned skin a wickedly scandalous tint. A myriad of curses and prayers flooded Miguel's mind as he shuffled down the last few steps to go over to his girlfriend. God have mercy on him: she really was going to be the death of him one day.

X clasped her hands behind her back when she noticed her boyfriend’s eyes lingering on her chest. Finally, he snapped his jaw shut and her nipples tingled with excitement at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down the saliva in his mouth. He was going to go feral on her today, she just knew it! She didn't celebrate Christmas, but she knew that he usually did given Gabriel's animated Christmas dinner planning when he'd dropped the tree off a few days ago. He'd be visiting them that night, leaving X the entire rest of the day to torture and tease her insanely gorgeous and sweet boyfriend! Miguel stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her chest, and just as she'd expected, he went for her breasts immediately.

She laughed as he closed his fingers around her soft flesh - actually laughed! Like he was just a silly little boy who didn't even know that he'd done something naughty! But his disbelief at her reaction was quickly replaced by another emotion when he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt.

“F*ck,” he breathed, kneading her plush breasts gently in his hands. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the line running down the centre of her cleavage and suddenly, he became overcome with the overwhelming need to kiss her. He raised one hand to her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair to tug her closer to him, bringing their mouths together. X fell against him immediately, her knees going weak as he slipped his tongue between her lips and brushed it against hers. Miguel sucked in a breath as the sweet taste of his girlfriend flooded his mouth, then he slid his arm around her waist, gliding his palm across her bare skin.

He was kissing her so slowly, teasing her with every careful sweep of his tongue. She never could think properly when he kissed her like that. X wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pressed her body against his, needing to feel his hard muscles melding so perfectly with her soft curves. But his muscles weren’t the only hard thing about him right then … 🤭 She let out a soft yelp as his already erect cock pressed against her abdomen, then she shivered when a low chuckle rumbled out of his chest in response. Her boyfriend moved both hands to her waist, then slid them down to her ass, his fingers crawling easily beneath the hem of her skirt to tickle her bare cheeks. Miguel let out another tortured moan, then dug his fingers into her flesh, forcing her to rub up against his centre. He rolled his hips against hers sloppily, too overcome with arousal to maintain a steady rhythm, then he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began trying to slide it down her legs.

“Mmph! Wait! Stop!” X exclaimed, forcing herself away from him quickly. Miguel blinked at her, too dazed to comprehend what had just happened. Then his eyes sharpened with focus and he bared his fangs at her. He took a step forward, intending to pull her back to him and continue playing with his delicious little arañita … but she’d told him to stop, and he always stopped when she asked. So, he retracted the claws he hadn’t even realised had shot out of his fingertips and forced himself to step away from her.

Her core tightened at the way the muscles in his jaw feathered as he ground his teeth together. Then she looked up and her heart thumped excitedly when she saw his scarlet gaze trained on her, his thick brows pulled low over his upturned eyes. Holy shit, he was hot when he was mad - especially when he was mad at her for making him so aroused and then not letting him play with her however he wanted! X took in a deep breath, trying to extinguish the rapidly building heat gathering in her body, then she cleared her throat.

“I need to give you your Christmas present first,” she explained calmly, tilting her head and fluttering her long eyelashes up at him. “That’s how it works, right?”

His heart pounded angrily as she fixed him with such a sweet look, her innocent demeanour only serving to make him more aroused by all the dirty thoughts he was having about her in that outfit. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to diminish the irritation filling up his chest and pressing against his throat. But his voice still came out as a growl when he replied. “There are no rules for sex on Christmas, arañita.”

Another shiver danced down her spine at how low and rough his voice had become: oh, he was furious with her. The thought caused a wave of excitement to explode out of her stomach and wash over her chest and she narrowly managed to stop a giggle from bubbling out of her mouth - that would probably only make him more apoplectic with rage! She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down, but she could still feel the blush in her cheeks as he kept his eyes trained on her, waiting impatiently for her to give him her permission. She straightened and smoothed her expression as best as she could, then she turned around and bent over to grab his present from under the Christmas tree.

“P*ta madre, arañita,” Miguel’s pained groan came from behind her as her skirt flipped up to reveal her bare ass. “¡¿Por qué carajo me estás haciendo esto?! (Why the f*ck are you doing this to me?!)”

She giggled softly as she turned back to him with a flat, rectangular box in her hands and ay, Dios, she looked so cute with her adorable little smile and her shimmery, rosy makeup that his heart couldn’t help but flutter in his chest. X tucked the box under one arm, then took hold of his hand and started leading them back up the stairs. Miguel remained silent as he followed behind her, his eyes unsure of which part of her they wanted to linger on: her delicate shoulders? The sliver of exposed skin between her shirt and her skirt? The smooth curve of her round ass? F*ck. Finally, she stopped outside his door and handed him the box.

“Let me know when you're done!” she told him, pushing him into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. And then he was alone again.

Miguel hopped over to his bed, feeling like a little kid on Christmas day who couldn't wait to tear open his gifts and see what he'd gotten. He sat down and started unwrapping the box, careful not to destroy his girlfriend's meticulous wrapping, then he furrowed his brows when saw what was inside. He cautiously lifted the red fabric out of the box and his heart stopped when he realised what it was: a sexy Santa costume. ¡Ay, p*ta madre! He shook his head in disbelief, thinking about little him innocently unwrapping his Christmas presents by the tree, completely unaware that he'd one day grow into a big, strong man who'd be lucky enough to land such a sweet and sexy little girlfriend who would adore him like he was the greatest thing to have ever graced the Earth. He chuckled softly, then switched his pyjamas with the costume. He went over to his bathroom to get a quick glance at himself and his heart thudded rapidly when he saw the generous slice of his chest exposed by the deep v cut of the shirt: X was going to lose her mind when she saw him.

She bounced in position gleefully, unable to contain her excitement. Eventually, the door clicked open and she walked into the room to find her boyfriend dressed up in the effing hot Santa outfit she’d found online. Her heart thumped rapidly at the sight of him, the defined lines of his broad chest exposed so deliciously down to the bottom of his ribs. Her body heated up - so quickly she thought she might spontaneously combust! - and she closed her eyes for a second as a wave of arousal threatened to knock her off her feet. She blinked her eyes open and pulled a deep breath of air into her lungs, then she clasped her hands behind her back and smiled.

“Santa?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she made her way over to him. “Is it my turn to finally get my Christmas present?”

She slid her hands along Miguel’s shoulders and barely suppressed a gasp when she heard his breath hitch at their sudden proximity. X swallowed hard and kept her gaze fixed on a loose strand of his hair curling around his ear, studiously avoiding looking at his lips.

“I’ve been such a good girl, you know,” she continued, her voice rising in pitch as she got into her role, “all year long! I’ve always helped you so much, Santa! I’ve been crowned most hardworking elf for three years in a row! Aren’t you going to give me my reward for being such a good girl?”

She finally lifted her gaze to his and Miguel felt a wave of dizziness hit him as she fixed him with an adorable little pout. F******ck. He really was in for it today. He kept his fists clenched by his sides, knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself if his hands slid around her bare waist.

“What do you want for your reward, princesa?” he asked, his voice still coming out gruff with barely controlled impatience. X bit her lip and let her eyes fall back down to his chest. God, his tanned skin looked so delicious that her mouth started watering at the very sight of it! She let her fingers drift down his torso, grazing his skin lightly, and another smile tugged on her lips as he tensed up at the feeling.

“Mmm, you’re Santa, right?” she flicked her gaze up to his, a knowing expression on her face. “Shouldn’t you already know?”

He grabbed her chin and glared down at her, his lips twisted into a frown. She continued to smile up at him as his eyes trailed over her features and it just made his blood pound through his veins even harder. He let out a huff, then lowered his gaze to her body, taking her in carefully. She looked so f*cking delicious that his core was already throbbing with the need for her - and she hadn’t even touched him yet! He let his hand drift down to her throat and clasped it loosely, holding her in position as he bent forward. Then he pressed his lips to hers.

Her knees buckled beneath her as he grazed his lips against hers. X let out a small yelp and clutched her boyfriend’s shirt, trying to keep herself upright. So, he slid his arms around her, finally allowing himself to indulge in her. His tongue parted her lips as he swept his hands across her body, running them all over her to squeeze every soft curve his fingers landed on and stroke every inch of bare skin he could find. X stumbled in his arms as Miguel turned her around and began walking her backwards to his bed, his hands dipping underneath her clothing now to graze the bottoms of her breasts and tickle the base of her abdomen. A violent shudder wracked through her body as her p*ssy started leaking at the sensation and Miguel grunted into her mouth before lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed.

Her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she tried to regain control over her senses, her lips parted in stunned confusion. They’d been red and glossy when she’d first looked up at him with that adorable little pout, but they were only slightly rosy now, the shine and colour having quickly faded away. Miguel brushed the corner of his lips with his thumb and snickered softly when it came away red, then he climbed on top of X and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed her gently, letting his lips linger for a moment before he sucked her skin softly and pulled away. He grinned when he saw the faint patches of red indicating where his mouth had been and delved back in to begin making a trail down to her collarbone: he wanted to see his lips marking every inch of her skin, warning everyone that she was his and no one else’s. A groan escaped his throat as he continued further down to her chest, the image of her naked body covered with the scarlet outline of his lips driving him mad with desire, then he pulled back slightly to undo the buttons on her shirt.

She sucked in a breath as he squeezed the now loose fabric of her shirt in his hands, his mouth brushing teasingly against her ribs. Then he released the material and cupped her breasts, forcing a gasp out of her. Her boyfriend licked and nibbled her skin, satisfied moans and groans pouring from his mouth as his hands continued to play with her breasts. X wrapped her legs around his waist and wriggled her hips against his body, trying to soothe the frustrated throbs of her p*ssy … but Miguel only leaned more heavily on her, holding her firmly against the mattress as he replaced one of his hands with his lips.

He alternated between sucking and licking her already pebbled nipple, ignoring her desperate writhing beneath him so he could enjoy her the way he wanted to. Finally, when his tongue felt numb from running across the stiff little peak of her nipple, he moved his mouth to her other breast, closing it around the entire mound of flesh this time. He lay his head on his arm as he suckled on her lazily, letting some of the adrenaline dissipate from his body, then he inhaled deeply and released her with a wet ‘pop’. He nibbled his way back up to the base of her ear, suddenly overcome with the need to sink his fangs into her soft flesh, then he let them loose and began trailing the tips down her body.

He was so careful not to prick her skin, his considerate movements so at odds with his earlier demeanour. X twisted her fingers in the bed sheets as her legs tightened around Miguel’s waist again, her p*ssy practically weeping now for any sort of friction, and Miguel slipped his arm beneath her back as she arched off the bed involuntarily. She buried her fingers in his hair as he dipped his hand into the back of her skirt, undoing the zip with his thumb, then she moved her hands to his shoulders so she could lift her ass up enough for him to slide it down her legs.

He stood up and studied her for a moment, her glistening breasts heaving up and down as she panted for breath, her eyes glazed over with lust as she looked up at him, then he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. He kept his gaze fixed on her as he took himself in his hand, the beautiful sight of her enough to have him rock-hard in his own fist as he pumped himself slowly.

She swallowed hard and blinked drowsily as another tsunami of arousal turned her brain momentarily numb. Holy freaking shite! He looked so effing hot, standing there and staring at her while his own freaking fingers slid up and down the length of his swollen cock. Miguel inhaled slowly as his eyes travelled down the length of her body and X watched, transfixed, as he moved his fingers to the end of his shaft and began circling his own tip with his thumb. He kept his movements slow, lazy, toying with himself as he continued to train his focus on her, and X felt a stream of arousal gush out of her when his thumb began glistening with his own prec*m. She closed her eyes as they rolled around in her head, then quickly opened them again to see what he would do next.

Miguel breathed in again as his core tightened pleasingly, his body reacting with excitement to his own teasing, then he abandoned his tip and nodded to the top of his bed.

“Lie down,” he commanded his girlfriend, the gentle firmness in his voice enough to pull her out of her stunned silence. “Ass up.”

X dragged her round eyes away from his cock and snapped her jaw shut before nodding at him obediently. She scrambled to the top of the bed and arranged herself in a comfortable position, then waited patiently for his next command. Miguel chuckled softly and crawled onto the bed, nudging her legs apart to settle himself between them. He curled his fingers around the backs of her thighs and smirked at the way her toes curled as he pushed them up the bed, spreading her out so that the cool air tickled her p*ssy through the thin material of her thong. Then he pressed his palm against her ass and began sliding his fingers down her middle.

She clenched her jaw tightly - and all her other muscles too - trying desperately to keep herself from crying out helplessly. She was supposed to be an innocent little elf, after all, and there was just something so thrilling about quietly receiving her reward while pretending not to realise how naughty it really was! But she just couldn’t stop the small squeaks and whimpers that kept falling out of her mouth, even when she pressed her lips into the pillow to try to muffle herself. Miguel chuckled against her, his long fingers moving painstakingly slowly along her most excited bits, and this time, an entire moan forced itself out of her throat!

“Don’t be shy, preciosa,” her boyfriend assured her, his voice smooth and velvety. “How will I know if I’m doing a good job if you don’t tell me?”

Miguel lowered his mouth to her shoulder and pressed a lingering kiss to X’s bare skin before returning his lips to the base of her ear.

“I just want to make sure my favourite little elf is getting the reward she deserves,” he continued, his words coaxing another stream of arousal of out her already dripping p*ssy. “You know I’d be nothing without you, right, mi princesa?”

F*ck, she was cute, trembling helplessly beneath him, her knuckles going white with the force with which she was gripping her pillow. Miguel slid his hands around her waist and settled himself on top of her, positioning his cock against her slick p*ssy. Then he began rolling his hips slowly, grinding himself against her at a deliciously lazy pace.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to give you your reward,” he continued, relishing the cute little exclamations that kept escaping her mouth, “but I know how hard you work to make sure I get all those kids their presents in time for Christmas. You always work so hard to keep me happy, princesa, how could I not do the same for you?”

Her brain started buzzing as his cock continued to brush against her clit, pushing her to the edge of her pleasure. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and flipped her onto her back before she could make sense of what was happening. X blinked up at him in a daze, disoriented by their sudden switch in position and Miguel fixed her with a wicked smile as he tugged her thong aside.

He slid himself into her without warning and shuddered violently when he feel her soaked p*ssy welcoming him into its warmth. Miguel closed his eyes as they rolled back with pleasure, then he shook his head, dispelling some of the fog that clouded his brain. He bit his lip as he leaned over his girlfriend and his core throbbed delightfully when he saw his shaft buried inside of her. Ay, mierda, she felt so f*cking good! He sucked in a breath, calming himself down so that he wouldn’t climax the second he thrust himself inside of her, then he sat back and slowly began moving his hips.

She wriggled her legs around his waist, unable to stop the choked gasps that poured from her throat every time his hot cock slid against her walls. She didn’t know how, but every time they had sex, it somehow felt ten times better than the last time! And they had a lot of sex!

X reached up as Miguel continued rolling his hips, brushing her fingers against his warm and solid chest. And then, holy shit, and then he began taking his shirt off, prompting the lines of his pecs and shoulders to come into sharp focus as he shrugged the sleeves off. X shook her head as her eyes flickered around the room wildly, the white-hot arousal taking over her brain, and barely managed to hang onto her focus enough to see his abs tighten and relax with each pleasurable thrust of his hips. But that was the last straw for her, because soon, her back was arching off the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came. She almost missed the smug chuckle her boyfriend let out as he leaned over her, his hips moving hard and fast to match the movements of hers, keeping his cock nestled securely inside of her while she writhed and squirmed underneath him. He maintained his unrelenting pace even as he began coming too, the warmth of his seed spilling inside of her drawing her orgasm out even longer!

“Mmmm … f***ck …” Miguel groaned, his voice so low and so full of satisfaction that the words were barely more than a rumble out of his chest! He lowered himself on top of his girlfriend, his hips slowing down as his c*m started draining out of him, then he lay his head on her shoulder, stealing a moment to catch his breath.

She lay unmoving in his arms, her brain still devoid of any thought as she slowly came down from her high. She turned her head slightly to meet Miguel’s gaze as he pushed himself up and she forced another breath into her lungs as he grinned at whatever he saw on her face.

“Awww,” Miguel laughed, lowering his lips to the wet trail running down her cheek. “¿Qué pasó, mi princesa? (What happened, my princess?) You didn’t like your Christmas gift?”

He moved his mouth to her other cheek and gently licked up the salty streak there before continuing. “I can always get you another one if-”

“No!” X interjected quickly, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close to her. “No, I …”

She slid her hand down his back as her own arched off then bed, and moaned softly as her fingers travelled over the hard curves of his deliciously broad muscles.

“I loved it, Santa. Best. Christmas gift. Ever!” she confirmed, grinning up at him when he pulled back to look at her. Miguel’s eyes immediately fell down to her lips and he sank his teeth into his own as his girlfriend dragged her nails along his scalp.

“Good,” he said, brushing his lips teasingly against hers. “I’d hate for my pretty little elf to be disappointed on Christmas.”

He continued to smile as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his heart fluttered excitedly when his adorable little girlfriend giggled softly at his obvious pleasure.

“Next time, don’t wait until Christmas to come and get your reward, princesa,” Miguel murmured against her lips in between slow and lingering kisses. “Santa doesn’t like his elves to feel neglected, you know? I want to make sure that all of you always know how grateful I am for you; how appreciative I am of all the hard work that you do for me.”

God, she could feel herself starting to get wet again at his smooth tone - at the delightfully wicked undercurrent to his words. She sucked in a breath as her boyfriend wrapped his strong arms tighter around her, his lips and tongue moving so mouth-wateringly slowly against hers. But then he pulled back and gazed at her with wide eyes, his expression serious.

“Promise me you won’t wait a whole year to come and get your reward, mi princesita perfecta?” Miguel asked. His girlfriend nodded her head eagerly and Miguel smiled before lowering his mouth to her neck this time. “Mmm, that’s my good little elf. You always work so hard to take care of me, preciosa. Will you let me take care of you, too? Will you let Santa do this one thing for you, mi bonita?”

She shivered as he nipped her earlobe, then wrapped her legs around him as he snickered against her skin, his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck. She swallowed hard as her p*ssy began throbbing around his cock again, her body heating up with excitement at his satisfied moans and groans. “Y-Yes, S-Santa! I-I …”

A whine forced its way out of her mouth as her cervix contracted hard and Miguel groaned loudly as she curled herself around him and buried her fingers in his hair. “Mmmmm …”

Another shudder wracked her body as his chest vibrated against hers.

“M-M-Mi … S-Santa!” X whined, almost forgetting what was happening as her boyfriend’s sexed-up scent clouded her thoughts. God, he smelled so good when he was aroused! She inhaled deeply, greedily soaking up his scent, and her tongue fell out of her mouth as he began grinding himself deep inside of her. Miguel pulled back slightly and laughed when he saw the look on her face.

“But querida,” he began, his gravelly voice raking over her spine and drawing a shiver out of her, “why would such a good girl ... wear such a naughty outfit?”

“I … I …” X gasped, desperately trying to suck in a breath as her body writhed around on the bed. “I was just … doing what you told me to, Santa … You said … You said … you were going to promote me … for being such a hardworking elf … and then … and then you said … not to take my new uniform off … especially whenever I came to see you in your office …”

¡Ay, mierda! Santa had given his pretty little girlfriend such a naughty outfit?! And then made her wear it every time she visited him in his office?! What a wicked devil he was! Miguel sighed and covered X’s breasts with his hands, squeezing them gently before leaning over her and peppering her skin with kisses. His hips picked up their pace as his lips made their way across her chest, spurred on by the uncontrollable need to be so deeply intertwined with his love. Miguel grunted and kicked at the mattress as he slid his hands down to the back of X’s thighs, trying to push himself even deeper into his precious little girlfriend’s warm and soft little body. He buried his face in her neck as he fumbled with her legs, grabbing them so he could push them against her chest, then he wrapped his arms all the way around her waist, folding her in half against him.

Holy shit … he was pounding into her so hard that she was sure there'd be an imprint of her left in the mattress when he was done! X moaned loudly, unable to do anything more than lie back and take her boyfriend’s dick. Her eyes rolled around as his cock squelched inside of her body, his thick girth filling her up so completely that she couldn’t even pinpoint where he ended and she began. But somehow, she managed to slide her hands around his waist and curl her fingers around his pert cheeks.

“F********ck,” he groaned, losing his mind at the way she squeezed his ass in time to the rhythm of his hips. Dios, she was so, so ... lovely! He sucked in a breath as the white-hot pleasure started creeping in on the edges of his brain, rapidly taking over his thoughts. Then his brain turned completely numb with ecstasy and he eased his pace to grind himself into her deep and slow. He continued to lie in her arms when he’d finished, utterly swept up in her scent, her touch, her love that she showered him with every second of every day. Finally, she wriggled her arms out from under his and reached up to brush his damp curls.

“Mmm, mi princesa,” Miguel murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck. “Mi querida … Mi cariño … Mi amor … Mi cielo … Te amo, mi querida … Te amo … (Mmm, my princess ... My darling ... Mi sweetheart ... My love ... My heaven/angel ... I love you, my darling, I love you ...)”

X giggled softly at his barely coherent praises and continued stroking his hair until he turned them over onto their sides. She smiled up at him softly as his eyes flickered over her face, his expression unreadable, then she stretched up to give his nose a quick peck. Immediately, his lips stretched wide into a grin and his gaze softened as her eyes met his again. Then X’s eyes widened and Miguel’s heart stopped when he saw the corners of her lips twist up with mischief.

“Oh!” X exclaimed, shooting up in her seat. “I should pretend to be Mrs Claus now!”

She dashed into the bathroom before Miguel could respond and he let out an exaggerated groan as he covered his face with his hands. Dios, was it too much to ask to just lie in each other’s arms for a while as they came down from their highs? He’d already done her goddamned roleplay! Miguel pushed himself up and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, then waited impatiently for his insane girlfriend to return to him.

“Mr Claus!” Miguel looked up as he heard X’s furious exclamation and was confused to find that she’d wiped some of her makeup off and changed into one of his red shirts. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening now, but his girlfriend didn’t give him a chance to comprehend before she stormed over to him in anger. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?! Stumbling around in here completely naked and dripping with sweat! What if someone-”

She stopped suddenly to let out a horrified gasp, as if she’d just made an atrocious discovery. Then she frowned and wagged her finger at him disapprovingly. “You were with that elf girl, weren’t you! Hmph! I told you to watch yourself around her, but noooooo! You just couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you, Mr Claus! No wonder you’ve been working out so hard the whole year! I bet she just loved the Christmas present you gave her, didn’t she?!”

Miguel stared blankly at her, still trying to understand her sudden shift in demeanour. Was she … supposed to be his wife?! But he was … having an affair?! With one of his elves?! Miguel swallowed hard as his stomach flipped at the naughtiness of it all, then he closed his eyes to ride out the dizzying wave of arousal that crashed into him. He shook his head when it had passed, then stood up and held his hands out to his girlfriend, gesturing for her to go over to him.

X folded her arms across her chest as she stepped into his embrace. Her boyfriend kept a loose grip on her waist as she craned her head back to look up at him and didn't respond even as she fixed him with a threatening glare.

“Well?!” she pressed when he continued to remain silent. “Are you just gonna stand there and- Mmph!”

He slid one hand beneath her shirt and the other up the back of her neck, pulling her close to him and silencing her with a kiss. X relaxed into his touch, letting herself be swept away by the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hands making their way under her clothes and wandering across her bare skin. She barely even noticed when he picked her up and sat down on the edge of the bed, cuddling her against his chest. X raised an eyebrow at him in question. “What was that for?”

Her boyfriend's lips parted and his gaze grew unfocused again as he tried to recall what he'd been trying to do. “Shut up for a second.”

X's eyes widened again and her lips twisted into a genuine frown this time. She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but Miguel stopped her quickly.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, a pleading undertone in his voice. “I need to think.”

X sat back and waited patiently as he puzzled through his thoughts, her fingernails lightly running over his forearms.

“So, I'm Santa,” Miguel began finally, “and I'm having an affair with one of my elves. And my wife knows about it? She knew about it before it began?!”

His voice rose in volume with every sentence that he spoke and X snickered softly as the increasing shock on his handsome face.

“Yup!” she agreed, her confirmation only making him even more confused.

“Then why didn't she do anything to stop me?!”

“I don't know!” X shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why didn't you do anything to stop yourself?”

“I didn't … That wasn't me, arañita!” Miguel argued, his frustration rising. But then his girlfriend's lips wobbled and a laugh burst out of her mouth, and the sound of her amusement put him back at ease. Miguel shook his head and wrapped his arms back around her as he chuckled along with her.

“It's just a roleplay, Miguel,” X pointed out, cupping his cheek in her hand to admire his dark features. Miguel leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek, then he lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck and placed another kiss there.

“So, got any more surprises for me tonight, querida?” X laughed at his smooth tone and smacked his shoulder as she pushed herself off of him.

“Your brother will be joining us for dinner tonight, remember, hermoso?” She flicked him on the nose and Miguel felt his heart swell at the gesture and praise.

“Yeah, but he has to go home sometime, right?” Miguel pointed out, getting up and following her to the bathroom.

“I don't know,” X replied, biting her lip to try to hide her naughty smile. “I was planning on asking him if he wants to stay over. We could watch a cheesy Christmas movie or something?”

Miguel placed his hand on the door, catching it before X could close it on him. She pressed her lips together as she turned to face him, her eyes as round and innocent as she could make them, and Miguel raised an eyebrow as he flashed her a challenging smirk. X gulped as her stomach flipped at the look on his face and Miguel reached down to grab her by the waist. “And what makes you think my brother's going to want to third wheel us the entire night?”

“Ummm …” X trailed off as her boyfriend slipped her clothes off and lifted her onto his waist, easily carrying her over to the shower. “What were we talking about?”

Miguel laughed at her question and set her down so he could wrap her up in a hug. “Te amo, mi arañita loca. (I love you, my crazy little spider.)”

X grinned. “Te amo también, mi araña loco. (I love you too, my crazy spider.)”

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@leahnicole1219

@heubstr

@zayai

@amberbalcom14

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Missing you ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 5/12 of Smuffmas! Letters & Lingerie Kink with Tom

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Bennett x Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, panty smelling, horny/pent-up Tom, male masturbation and panty/hand fucking (?)

Summary: You sent your handsome soldier a little gift to enjoy.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

Tom clutched the piece of paper in his hand, the cabin was pretty much empty as it was still early evening. But he was finally released from his duties for the day. War had been hard on him, although he tried not to tell her that.

He did his best to sound as hopeful and positive with a mix of humour in his letters to her. She worried easily and even though he did not blame her one bit, it did make him more anxious. 

His eyes scanned the cabin and one of his mates was the last one to leave. It was empty and Tom couldn’t wait to rip open his envelope from you and distract himself with your loving words. 

He couldn’t wait to find whatever was written inside the letter, probably just what you have been up to. But that was a nice form of escaping his own reality nonetheless. He quickly found his own bed and sat down.

His fingers swiftly opened the envelope and he was surprised to not only find a letter but a pair of your lace panties as well. He fished them out and looked around before he smelled them. They were clean and smelled of your vanilla perfume.

He inhaled the scent with a sigh and remembered there was a letter in the envelope as well. Tom grabbed the letter and unfolded it, his eyes scanning over his pretty girlfriend's handwriting. 

Dear Tommy,

You already know I miss you so much. But I will tell you every week anyway, I don’t want you to feel like I ever forget about you. I won't ever forget your handsome face and beautiful smile and your horrible jokes. Hopefully you’ve found the little gift I hid for you in the envelope, it’s yours to play with until you give them back to me. 

I wish I could hug you right now, and kiss you. I miss the feeling of your warm skin on mine, the way your fingers trace my arm. And of course other things that are a bit too erotic to mention in writing, but I can’t wait until you return. 

Because then, I will do anything you want, anything at all. Hopefully there are really only three more weeks left and then I’ll have you in my arms again but for now, I’m going to dream about you enjoying your gift.

I love you, 

Hopefully soon to be Mrs Bennett

He sucked in a sharp breath after reading her words, his cock already starting to stiffen in his underwear. After all this time, even the wind could make him hard. He was so sensitive and pent up, his hand reached for her lace panties again.

Looking around once more to ensure he was alone, he started to undo his pants, pulling down his bedsheets so he could somewhat hide under them if someone were to catch him. He pulled his underwear down in one go with his pants, his erection already resting hotly against his thigh.

He fisted his cock with one hand and brought her panties to his nose with his other, starting a soft pace when inhaling her smell. He hissed and groaned while he tugged at his cock, he hadn’t had time or privacy to pleasure himself for about four days now.

To say he was pent up was an understatement, he was used to pounding into her tight hole every single day and now he barely got to fuck his own hand. His mind went back to the memories of her. 

His hand moved faster over his tip but slowed when an idea popped into his mind. He let go of his cock and held her panties in his right hand before moving them over his shaft. The material of the lace was rougher than his skin.

It provided him with a newfound pleasure and he had to bite down on his lips when he started to pump his cock again. His eyes rolled back and pleasure consumed him. Soft grunts left him anyway and a light sheen of sweat dusted his skin.

It was already quite warm on the ship and his sinful activities made the room even hotter. He could already feel his orgasm building, having not masturbated in a while, it was hard for him not to cum too fast.

He moved the lace deliberately over the head, precum making the fabric more slick. He imagined it was her clothed cunt humping his cock, the idea of her dry humping him drawing moans from his lips. 

His balls tightened and Tom held his breath as his orgasm burned through him, it was more powerful then his latest and he bit his tongue as his seed painted the panties. He held his breath as he kept cumming, his eyes closing as the climax did not subside. 

Neither did his cum, ropes and ropes came out and now even his belly was sticky with his spent. After twenty seconds he was milked dry and felt his cock soften again, he was covered in his own cum and his face red and sweaty. 

How the fuck was he supposed to clean his mess up subtly?

Divider by: @selysie

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Merry Christmas!

This fic is a present for the love of my life @azureyemberzz

I know you already got your actual presents early, so I thought I'd save mine for the actual day lol

This is an x reader fic, though I made the reader have more of Azurey's personality, but I don't think there's any physical descriptions of the reader.

This fic is a bit different from my usual ones, so I apologize if it's not as great, but it was still made with love dies of cringe

Rambling aside, I hope you enjoy. I had fun writing this💖

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Albedo x reader (romantic)

Lees: Albedo & reader

Lers: Albedo & reader

Warnings: Tickles! Author is a lesbian LMAO

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December 1st…

The moment the calendar changed from november to december, you knew that it was Christmas time. One could never start too early on their Christmas traditions. Even Albedo had made the necessary adjustments to make this month as special as possible.

It seemed natural that the first thing you both did was pick up a Christmas tree. You had always leaned towards the more traditional ones, so now a beautifully green tree that reached the ceiling sat in the living room, waiting to be decorated…

December 5th…

Albedo thought it could be a fun idea to hand make some of the ornaments. With two artists living under the same roof, it made sense, so you both got to work.

You two made all kinds of designs that showed off each of your personalities. There was a simple blue one with gold sparkles, a crystal-like white one, another one had a cheesy science pun written on it that had the both of you snorting like idiots, it was great.

Once all the designs were done, Albedo used his magic on the drawings to bring them to life, materializing them right before your eyes. This wasn’t the first time you had witnessed Albedo bring one of his drawings to life, yet it always mesmerized you each and every time. And knowing that he had brought to life some of your original designs to be hung up made it feel all the more special. It was like his way of showing off your art skills, and how proud he was of you.

December 9th…

Now that all the necessary decorations had been acquired, it was time to give the tree a makeover, starting off with the lights.

A few boxes of those white lights with the “crayon” shape sat there as you both started the pesky progress of untangling them. You couldn’t help the groan of annoyance that escaped you, itching to get to the fun part.

“Patience, dear” Albedo would tell you, stopping momentarily to give your nose a teasing boop, causing a playful pout to form on your lips and a faint blush to rise up your ears.

Your attention then got captured by Albedo’s hands, watching the way he’d untangle each light strand, making it seem flawless and graceful, as he usually showed with any task. You couldn’t help but wonder how those fingers would feel against your skin- No! Stop that, now isn’t the time for such fantasies.

Of course, Albedo wasn’t called a genius for nothing. He already felt the way your gaze bore towards his hands. A faint smirk grazed his lips when you tried focusing back on the task at hand, thinking you had been so slick. ‘Cute…’ he thought to himself. In a moment of playfulness, he reached out and sneakily poked you on the side. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way your body jolted in surprise, the adorable squeak that escaped you provoked him further into destroying you right there and then. So that’s what he did.

You knew you were screwed when you noticed the mischievous gaze of your lover, trying to scramble away, but it was too late. In just a few moments, you had been reduced to a pile of laughter against his arms. His fingers playing the sides of your torso like an instrument.

“W-wahahait! The liHIHIghts!” You tried to reason with him, not like it would work, you already knew that, yet it added to the excitement of the moment.

“They can wait. Besides, your laughter shines the brightest~”

You wanted to groan right there and then over how unfairly sweet he was being, though that only just made him double down his efforts. Watching with a pleased expression as you shrieked your head off, the lights long forgotten by now.

Oh well… there’s always next time.

December 10th…

After yesterday’s ‘lil detour, you both finally managed to put the lights on the tree. The bulbs twinkled like little stars in the vertical pattern they had been put on.

Now it was time for the rest of the decor. Garlands as fuzzy as a cat’s tail would spiral down the tree (not before you got tangled between them somehow, causing Albedo to tease you some more), all the homemade ornaments were on display, plus some extra delicate glass ones towards the bottom of the tree from years prior.

The tree was finally coming together, it was just missing the final touch.

You sat on top of Albedo’s shoulders, holding the delicate star topper on your hands. It had a few cracks from accidentally being shattered a few Christmases ago, but Albedo being the sweetheart he was, helped you put it back together. It was too precious to throw away.

Two short people made one tall person, at least that was your logic. So with the added height, you managed to reach the top of the tree, carefully placing the star in its rightful place.

You climbed off of Albedo’s shoulders, the both of you admiring all the hard work that had been poured into that tree. Christmas was already shaping up well.

December 14th…

As the month progressed, the shared home started to become nicely cluttered with more festive decor. You and Albedo were currently making some paper snowflakes, a silly yet fun tradition you had grown attached to.

You couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at how concentrated Albedo was on the task, crafting each paper snowflake perfectly perfect. Whereas yours looked a bit messy in comparison, but that was all part of the fun.

Speaking of fun… you were suddenly feeling mischievous, wanting to get a bit of revenge after the lighting incident. You snuck up behind your boyfriend who was blissfully unaware, completely caught up in his own little world. A playful grin overtook your lips as you dug into his ribcage.

“gYAh?! Whahat are you- You’re messing uhup my progrehehess!” The blonde cackled helplessly against your fingers, his brain losing any sense of coordination to fight back and simply opting to curl up. His paper snowflake, now mismatched, long forgotten…

December 19th…

As much as you loved Christmas, it could also be an overwhelming time of year, so today you and Albedo decided to have a ‘lil art date, simply drawing portraits of each other.

The tree and all the decorations gave the place a warm and cozy feel, despite how cold it’d get outside.

You had grown so relaxed in the simple activity that you ended up falling asleep. Albedo smiled at the sight, getting up to put both drawings out of harm's way. He didn’t have the heart to wake you up, knowing how… questionable your sleep schedule could get at times, not like he was one to talk. He settled down next to you, allowing your sleepy self to cling onto him for warmth.

December 24th…

Usually, Christmas eve was the time everyone went all out with parties and fancy dinners, but when two introverts live together, Christmas eve is spent a lot more casually, yet still just as meaningful.

The lights were dimly lit, which accentuated the Christmas tree. You and Albedo were snuggled against each other on the couch watching The Polar Express, a holiday classic. A big blanket was draped over you two, and you each had a cup of hot cocoa for extra warmth and immersion.

It was no secret that Albedo could be a bit of a pro in the kitchen, but his hot chocolate skills were out of this world. Seriously, what is his secret?! You could drink this stuff all day anyday.

More beloved Christmas films would continue to play in the background throughout the night, eventually the both of you passing out on the couch all cuddled up together.

December 25th…

By the time you had come to your senses, it was already daylight. That’s right, it was finally Christmas.

You looked to your side, pouting a bit over the missing alchemist. Said blonde emerged into the room shortly after, holding a present in his hands.

“I know we said no gifts, but I thought this felt appropriate” He was right, neither of you were big on materialistic possessions, gifts never needing to be included for the holiday to be special, but Albedo was a true gentleman, of course he’d still show up with something.

You carefully took the gift from his hands, unwrapping it delicately. A smile instantly spread across your face at the sight. Albedo had taken it upon himself to frame the two portraits you each drew the other day. Simple yet thoughtful. You set it aside, springing to your feet to give him a hug, practically twirling him around, much to the alchemist’s embarrassment.

“That was so thoughtful, ‘Bedo. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!~” You placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, grinning when the blonde’s pale skin started to grow pink.

“No need to thank me… Now, go get ready quickly, the snow is waiting for us”

You nodded like an eager puppy, running off to dress yourself properly for the harsh weather. You practically dashed out the door, with an alchemist in hand, heading over to the snowy scenery.

Christmas is a special time of year that can be celebrated in all sorts of ways, yet you wouldn’t trade any of this away. It was perfect, this was perfect. Another joyful Christmas to remember for years to come.

I love you, Azurey. Merry Christmas - S🌸

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[limelemonleaf]

Started as an idea and I had to draw them okay??

Presenting: Riding Hood!!💥💯💪🔥 Aka: Ride, Rider, and Flynn

Rant bellow ↓

AGENDER THEY/IT BBY FOR THE WIN RAHHH!!!

Their name is Devon Rene Inkwill

I didn't know initially how unmasked them would look like but jellyfish haircuts kept coming on my feed so I incorporated that. And of course I couldn't pick a gender and just didn't give them the concept at all.

Their signature weapon is a ✨meteorhammer✨ which is the yellow loops under the utility belt (they attached two small hooks on each side of the utility belt to more easily carry the meteorhammer and keep it more secure when they doesn't use it). Here's the tt I got the idea from.

Inside the bag on their hip are stored other heads for the hammer (the one they usually have on is made of thick rubber, which hurts but wouldn't usually leave long lasting damage (I don't think)) like maybe they want to switch to a steal ball or a blade yk?

I'm still contemplating whether to give them a knife or one of these as an extra weapon that's held on the back of the belt. Or they can switch between which one they carry idk.

The combat boots are steal toed and the gloves are like those indestructible gloves (I think they'd be pretty useful in Gotham– and any situation that requires fighting really).

They have armor on the front and back to their torso, as well as on their knees, elbows and forearms. The helmet also gets put in this category. Jason was like I didn't start wearing armor myself just to not give my sidekick some!

The cloak is made of very thick material, like they were made in the past to protect the wearer from the cold, and not only does it keep them warm bur they use it for defense (no Jason they will not line the bottom hem with rocks to knock people out. No not even if they're pretty rocks!).

In this au Jason wouldn't even think to have a kid as a sidekick which is why it's even funnier whan he does, and neither he nor Devon know how it happened. Like you know how you tried to remember how you met a person and cannot recall at all and it feels like they just spawned in your life one day? That's basically it.

It's more like Jason (either as a civilian or as Red Hood) had small interactions with Devon and eventually got attached and wanted to make sure the kid knew how to defend themself in case it came to it so he gave them a few tips and lessons (and then they find out he's Red Hood if they didn't already know, and they thought it was super cool).

Maybe Red Hood got seen with another often enough that the sidekick rumor started to spread and so a few times when Devon was there (they would wear a mask over their lower face and a hoodie whenever they were with "the Hood" and not with "Jason") both of them got attacked. This happens often enough that Jason makes Davon wear protective gear whenever they're with him in Crime Alley and that sealed the deal for anyone who saw them from then on out that yes The Red Hood has a sidekick now.

Rene insisted on a cloak because cloaks are cool! And some random guy they were fighting say "Who the hell are you supposed to be? The little red riding hood? Ha!" Jason makes fun of them the rest of the night and kept saying it on the occasion, and Rene was like "fuck it, fine, that's my name now I guess!"

The next time someone asked: "who the hell they are!?"

Rene: "Fucking Riding Hood, bitch!"

Jason: "Wait what??! Fr??"

Rene: "Yes bitch, and it's your fault, deal with it!"

The bats would obviously ask questions and would want to know who Riding Hood is. Jason refuses to tell them, mostly to fuck with Bruce. He told Babs as such and she agreed to help him mess with the bat (and Tim is probably on in it too) and keep any information about them tucked away from the others.

Jason only calls them either Ride or Rider because "Riding Hood" is stupid and he can't believe they actually picked that and no he didn't feel anything whenever they wanted to match with him what are you talking about.

Either Babs (& Tim) keep the information from everyone or all the kids are in on it to just mess with Bruce, but whichever it is, the bat decided to start investigating on his own and used a codename for Riding Hood's file and he chooses "Flynn" (the thought of Bruce choosing that name himself is hilarious to me because yes he'll respect the fairytale theme, everyone in Gotham has a theme, why not them too, right?).

Batman doesn't know his kids are actively hiding information from him about "Flynn". They keep it from the rest of the Justice League too, except for Superman who already heard the conversation between Jason and Babs and was later pleased with to go along.

Batman now thinks "Flynn" is a meta or some kind of cryptid for the kryptonian (and the rest of the JL) to not be able to get much information either.

Jason is very much laughing and updating Devon with what Babs is telling him. Devon thinks it's fucking hilarious.

Rene starts to call Jason "Mother Gothel" because he just loves to gaslight them for no reason. ("That's not true.", "YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW!", "lmao" ">={" )

Devon doesn't know anyone else's identities besides Jason's. They don't care much, if at all, about celebrities to actually pay attention, and that includes the Waynes. Jason finds this hilarious.

Also, did I make Devon short just so they can comfortably climb on Jason? Yes, yes I did.

[dividedsingularity]

Just a mini Faze post this time, but this one includes my first sketches for a Faze plushie! Which is something I really really want to make and have been constantly looking for materials for.