#slap some elf ears on him and he's perfect

[emirrea]

Not Takemikazuchi looking like he just had his gay awakening even though he's been hanging out with Kiun for 1200 years

How did it take you that long to realise your shinki is the most beautiful being to have ever existed?!?

[meanbossart]

Oh boy, VaM is kind of a trial and error experience LOL I couldn't really show you how to use the interface and stuff without a whole video or something, but it's not THAT difficult to get a hang of if you just give yourself a day or two to play around, not to mention the number of tutorials you find out there. Luckily, if you only want to use it as a reference software that makes the process far easier (to this day I have no idea how to animate on that thing, since that's not what I use it for)

As for how I use it, it's pretty self explanatory - if there's a complicated pose I want to draw but I'm either having trouble with it, or just want to double-check angles/anatomy, I will use it as a resource! I use for most of my "proper" pieces (y'know, the nicer looking ones) and every once in a while for my silly comics if I'm having trouble with a pose.

Lets use this drawing for example (the character on top of DU drow belongs to @namespara )

I don't draw a lot of mud-wrestling (shocking, I know) but I had an idea of the kind of pose I wanted them to be in. So the very first thing I did was make a rough sketch of what I was envisioning:

I often do a rough sketch first, even If I know I'm going to be pulling the program up because A) It's less tedious than adjusting the models over and over again until I pick a pose and B) because sometimes I'll decide I don't need the reference, after all, and so that's 30 minutes I'll have spared myself of playing around on the software.

Now, this is a pretty complicated pose! It's in a weird angle and the bodies are making contact in ways I'm not used to depicting, so I did choose to whip out VaM for this one. I went into the program and after some messing around, I flopped my little dolls together like this:

Now something really cool about VaM is that you can completely customize your models, and if you have the patience, I would definitely encourage you to do so! Obviously, you don't have to make picture perfect replicas of every single character you have, but as you can see here I have made a DU drow "decoy" to help me better understand some of his features when I draw him: he has a strong brow, a short nose, a square jawline - these are all going to look a very specific way from certain angles, and I might not always be sure of how to draw it right! So it's useful to have models that bear SOME semblance to the character so you can better understand how different viewpoints will affect their bone structure and mass.

Also thank fucking god for the elf-ear slider. Figuring out how to draw those shits from certain angles was a huge pain in the ass when I started drawing DnD races.

So, with the reference in hand, I go over the sketch again:

Now you may notice that I don't stick to the reference 100%. There's three reasons for this:

posing on VaM is tedious as hell. You can get something incredibly natural looking and picture-perfect to reference from if you wish, but it's going to take you hours to do. So, for the most part I just slap guys together until the results are "close enough" and use that.

In my opinion, you should always aim to ENHANCE your reference material, not replicate it exactly!

While VaM is a PRETTY DANG GOOD source of anatomical reference, it isn't perfect, I often supplement it with further reference from real life resources or make tweaks based on my own knowledge where I catch it falling short (and, antithetical to what I just said, I sometimes fuck the anatomy up further on purpose if I think it looks better that way LOL it's all jazz baby).

Then lines, color, yada yada. I don't have a tutorial on that and I don't think I could make one, because my process is chaotic as hell, but I do at times use Virt-a-mate as loose reference for lighting too when coloring - waaaaayyyy less so however, because that process is even more tedious and I feel like I often get better results by just winging it. It is a feature of the program though, and I'm sure it would be helpful for someone who has a difficult time visualizing lights and shadows. I only started using this program a few months ago, so I happened to already have a pretty good understanding of that kind of thing and just don't personally feel like I get much out of that particular mechanic.

Here's a few other examples of pieces that I made reference for (WARNING: Suggestive)

Now, for the question many of you may want to ask:

"Can I trace this junk?"

And to that, I say: Buddy, you can do whatever the hell you want with the reference material you created.

However,

If your goal is to learn and improve your art, and to recreate realistic proportions and anatomy from memory, tracing won't help you.

Developing your own style, your muscle memory, and personal technique will all be hindered by choosing to trace instead of drawing from observation, so I would encourage against it. Hell - even when tracing is employed as a technique, it's usually by high-skill realism & concept artists who are looking to either cut some corners, save time, or just double-check their own proportions in order to improve further - if you try tracing as a beginner, you will most definitely find the result to still look stiff and "off".

So trust me, there is so much more to be gained from drawing from observation. Make note of tangents, compare proportions, use all the elements of the picture to dictate where and how things should go - it will be a far more rewarding experience.

Hopefully this has been helpful! VaM is a really cheap program (you get it on the guys' patreon for I think 8 dollars, just google it!) and it's definitely been worth my money as an artist since I found it. Learning to use it can be a little intimidating at first glance, but as I said above you only really need a day plus one or two tutorials to get a hang of the interface.

A fair warning though, IT IS A SOFTWARE MADE FOR VIRTUAL SEX/ADULT ANIMATION So when looking it up expect to see a some spicy content.

[fallenneziah]

Christmas lights and stuffing.

This is the second installment of my Christmas gift to you guys. If you'd like to check out part one with Johnny you can do so here.

Just comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Tag list: @mishaglass

NSFW, car sex, creampie, some dirty talk, Simon's joking but he actually does want to fuck you all night. Waist below Afab reader, readers pronouns not mentioned. Smut blurb.

You and Simon had gone out to see a light show. While Simon wasn't a huge fan of all the decorations and the people that were there he endured it. Especially for you. There was something about seeing your rosy pink cheeks, soft lips pulling into a smile when you saw those decorations. There was just something that got him going and he couldn't explain it.

However, Simon had said if he did this for you, there was something he wanted from you.

The two of you were passing by a tent, someone dressed as an elf, supposedly for the kids inviting people in to see Santa.

"Do you want to come tell Santa what you want for Christmas??" The elf smiled softly at you.

Simon leaned over against your ear, whispering huskily against you. “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?” You gasped softly, slapping him.

"Oh, no thank you, we're alright." You told the worker, walking away with him. "Oh you are bad." You gasp softly, chuckling a little.

“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list then, make it official. ” He whispered again, making your mouth fall open slightly when you reached the next fire pit. "Simon be quiet."

His hands slid under your jacket, one going up to your stomach the other down your pants. You attempted to slap him away. "What has gotten into you?? You bad man." You turned, chuckling softly and cupping his face.

"Simon, baby, what has gotten into you? Why are you being so dirty?" You whispered, kissing him.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the season." He smirked, kissing you back.

"Let's go home then, we're almost at the end anyway." You took his hand, leading him down the snow covered path back to the car.

Simon unlocked the vehicle and turned on the heat. The two of you sat there waiting for the car to heat up. "Thank you for coming with me, Simon."

"Mhm, only you..." He leaned over, your gentle hands pulling up his mask meet his lips. He hummed, pressing closer, leaning over to check your seat belt off as he did.

You groaned softly, cupping the back of his head, kissing him deeply over and over.

His hand moved to your thigh, rubbing up between your legs and teasing your sweet spot, finger digging into the seam of your jeans.

You pulled away briefly before diving back into his mouth, sloppily kissing him as you struggled to push yourself up and shift.

Simon moaned, helping you climb over the console to straddle his lap. His hips bucked into yours, a moan leaving him again. You chuckled softly, biting his bottom lip. Your hands pulled at his jacket, pushing it off of him, your hands sliding up his shirt.

He shivered, hissing. "Your hands are cold!" He chuckled, leaning forward, his teeth latching onto your neck.

"Si... Simon!" You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed. Simon pulled you against him, jacking the heat switch and leaning his seat back. He kissed and licked your neck, sucking into the delicate flesh. He pulled off his gloves, his hands sliding under your jeans, squeezing your ass.

"Fuckin' perfect ass." He mumbled.

"Mmm Simon." You whispered. "You're so dirty tonight. I love it." You giggled, rocking your hips down onto him.

He moaned, his hips bucking. He pulled his hands away from your jeans, sliding them up your back, pushing your shirt and coat up.

He pushed your shirt up, cupping your skin, leaning down to latch onto your hard nipple. Making your back arch, moaning and shuddering. "Simon-!"

He flicked his tongue over it, sucking it hard before pulling away, his saliva cooling on your sensitive bud.

"Shit Simon someone could see." You gasp, leaning against him as headlights flash across the parking lot.

He kisses between your ribs cage, licking s strip between the soft bumps of your chest.

"Let 'em see. I'm in a giving mood." He undid his belt with a grunt, stroking his cock out into his palm, his large heavy length leaking pre-cum down the shaft.

You shudder out a warm breath, scooting back a little to take over stroking for him.

"So take it... Yeah..."

"Oh yeah?" You smirked, your fingers running up the vein on the underside of his length.

He nodded, biting his bottom lip, his breath coming out in quick puffs.

"Then get up here and let me suck your dick."

"Fuck." Simon pushed his chair back and you kneeled between the small space of the car, wrapping your warm lips around his length. He grunted, stroking your cheek and pulling you onto his cock.

"Fuckin' beauty..." He watched you with lidded eyes. Your lips stretching around his fat head, tongue supporting the weight of his erect cock.

He grunted, thrusting up into your throat. "Fuuuuck." He shuddered.

You moaned around him, bobbing your head, taking him to the base. You looked up at him with big eyes and he couldn't help the way he felt looking at you.

Watching you pull up on his cock, spitting saliva onto his tip that quickly cooled, making him leak desperately until put your warm mouth around him once again.

Simon growled, his cock throbbing and twitching inside your throat. He didn't want to cum yet. Not yet.

His eyebrows furrowed, pulling you off. "Get up here, sit on my lap. Like a good little sweetheart." He purred, stroking your chin.

He unzips your jeans, pushing them down over your thighs, feeling your warm skin prickle.

You pull your pants off further, climbing into his lap, letting him position the tip of his cock to your sloppy dripping slit.

His fingers slid inside to make sure he had the room before he was confident putting you down on him.

Smacking the head of his cock against your entrance a few times before gripping your hip and guiding you down onto him.

Your mouth fell open, moaning loudly as his length spread you open. Your walls pulsing and throbbing around him.

Simon grunted, his jaw slack and eyes closed as he filled you up.

He gripped you tightly, pulling you up and pushing back down. Your juices coating his cock. His veins pulsing inside your tight heat.

Watching your snatch swallow him easily, bringing him in and pushing him back out, milking him in you.

He pulled you down, holding you there, his cock pressing deeper into you, pressing his mouth to yours.

You gasped, finger nails raking down the back of his head to his nape, rocking your hips.

He bucked his hips, his balls pressing against you, his cock twitching inside you, throbbing.

"Oh yes, fuck yes~" He grips your hips tightly, rocking you against him, feeling your walls clutch onto him like a vice.

"Fuckin' squeezing me like a sleeve, love." He groaned.

You whined, bouncing up and down, the sound of your hips clapping together filling the car.

"Yes yes yes-!" You squeal.

"Fuck, gonna cum." He hissed.

He continued to rock you desperately on his cock. Breaths coming labored and heavy as he throbs inside your sweet cunt.

He smacks your ass, yanking you up, making you gasp. "Come on love, fucking ride that cock like you mean it!"

You gripped his shoulders, riding him fast, moaning. "Siiiimon, Si- fuck, oh god!" You cry, throwing your head back, feeling his thick girth press into that one spot, making you see stars.

You clench your thighs around him, cumming on his cock, fluid squirting around his length and down across the band of his boxers.

"Merry fucking Christmas doll," Simon groaned, bucking his hips up into you and spasming cum inside your womb. His cock throbs inside you, pumping you full of his warm seed.

He leans forward, kissing and biting your chest. He grunts, continuing to fill you up with his warm white semen.

He held you in place, his hips still bucking. He grunted, feeling the last drop of his semen leave him, leaving his dick a sticky mess inside you.

He panted, holding you close, kissing you softly as you both fight to catch your breath.

"Simon... Fuck..." You moan, slumping against him as he slowly pulls you off him, seeing his cum drip from your stretched, gaping hole. Your hips shake as he helps you wipe up a little and button your jeans up.

"Mm, I think we can skip present opening, I don't think I need anything more." You slump back into your seat, smiling softly up at him.

"You are such a. Unpredictable sight."

"It's Christmas Lovie, you don't get let in on the gift until you're unwrapping it."

He does up his jeans and splays his hand over your thigh. You smile softly, feeling full of his seed. A present just for you...

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | kuroko no basuke

gom minus kuroko plus kagami x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.4k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, uh—rudolph spoilers? i guess? also some cursing

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kuroko no basuke boys !! as usual, i chose to write for GOM (minus kuroko) + kagami. ALSO i realized i never ever specified that, in every single one of my pieces for knb, all of the GOM + kagami are aged up to college. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

akashi seijuurou’s favorite christmas tradition is attending a christmas concert. he always remembers how his mother would help him get all dressed up, how his father would actually turn off his phone for the evening, they’d go to a lovely dinner, and then they’d . but now his mother’s gone and his father is consumed by his work—so he goes with you! it’s different of course, but he loves being able to see you dressed up just for him and take you out to a nice dinner, just the two of you. no teammates allowed. 

seijuurou is the perfect gentleman all night, keeping a strong arm around your waist and pressing his side into yours for warmth while you make the short walk from the restaurant to the concert hall. and once the concert hall lights are dimmed, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, whispering a sweet merry christmas, my love to you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

aomine daiki can be found napping by the fireplace like a big cat as soon as it gets just a little bit cold outside. is he planning on doing anything else once he’s stretched out by the fire? nope. is he moaning and groaning for you to come lay down next to him while you’re decorating your place for the holidays? yep. 

“oi, you’re making too much noise…can’t fall asleep.” daiki complains, earning a narrow eyed glare from you. 

“dai, if you would just help—”  you yelp as you feel your arm getting tugged down, ending up on your butt. daiki hasn't even opened his eyes, but he's pulling you down till your face is pressed into his chest.

“chill. i'll help you after we get some shut eye, aight?” daiki drones, placing his hand on your ass to keep you in place and resting his chin on top of your head. you just sigh and relax, leaning against daiki and reluctantly reveling in the warmth of him and the fire.

kagami taiga and ice skating do not mix. taiga had thought it’d be fun and romantic to take you on an ice skating date for christmas eve. you’d be clinging to the side of the rink and he’d be your tall and steady hero, ready to glide around the ice with you clinging to him as your savior. he did not expect for it to be the other way around.

“s-s-slow down, y/n!” kagami stutters as you slowly glide to the edge of the rink so he can have something more tangible to hold on to. your shoulders were sore from the way your hulking boyfriend had been gripping them as you lead him around the ice.  

“i’d have thought someone who’s such a capable athlete wouldn’t be so terrible at ice skating.” you purse your lips, unable to keep the teasing smile from spreading across your lips. “do basketball players not have to have balance?”

“shut up!” taiga huffs as he slaps his palms down onto the railing of the rink. he turns to you with a pout on his lips. “i’ll get the hang of it soon…you’ll see!” his blush is spreading to the tips of his ears and you know he undoubtedly feels embarrassed. you skate over to him and press your body against his, backing him up against the edge of the rink and leaning up to place a quick kiss to his nose.

“i believe in you, taiga.”

kise ryouta loves watching christmas movies! a cozy, plush throw wrapped around his shoulders, fuzzy socks on his feet, a nice cup of hot cocoa in his hands, and you cuddled into his side. his favorite movie is the very old, claymation rudolph the red nose reindeer because he just adores the blonde elf who aspires to be a dentist. i feel so connected to him somehow! kise always says, excitedly pointing at the screen when the elf first shows up in the movie. 

he’ll sing along to every single song, grabbing you by the shoulders and swaying the two of you along to the beat or picking up your hands and making them move along to the melody. and, of course, without fail, he will bawl his eyes out when rudolph is chosen to lead santa’s sleigh on christmas eve. 

“ryou, you’ve watched this movie every year for as long as you’ve known yourself…why do you cry every time?” you tease, reaching up to gently pinch his cheeks, already red from crying.

ryouta wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you against his chest like you’re a big plushie, and buries his face in your hair.

“i can’t help it! he’s head reindeer…just like his dad!” ryouta sniffles, holding you close. you just giggle and hug him back, trying to comfort your big baby because of an eighty year old movie.

midorima shintarou hates going to the christmas market. not because you’re there—you’re actually the only reason his team gets to enjoy his presence at the market. he hates it because his entire team shows up and is dragging him around the market, asking him which little knick knacks he enjoys. his team knows that shintarou is a difficult man to shop for, so they like to take him to the christmas market and get his direct opinion on things.

shintarou the introvert finds this little tradition exhausting; being pulled every which way, giving his opinion on every single little thing that his friends might think he likes, having to explain that he is not a collector, nanodayo and that he just needs them for his lucky items.

shintarou’s favorite part of the evening is when his friends say goodnight and leave you and him to wander the christmas market on your own. you always have to calm him down after his friends leave, because they really do bring up straight to his boiling pot and leave you to bring the heat down to a simmer.

he decides this is nice, though, since no one’s asking him if he likes this or that or if he’d smile if he happened to get this for christmas. he’s not too keen on PDA, but he will take your hand in his and hold it gently while you walk through the various stalls (again). it’s just you and him, your intertwined hands, and the little trails of frozen carbon dioxide you leave in puffs behind you. 

murasakibara atsushi is competitive when it comes to decorating christmas cookies. he will constantly be looking over your shoulder at your work and making little quips and comments about what you should have done.

“i didn’t know you were such a professional, sushi.” you say, eyes focused and brows furrowed as you move the piping bag in various circles and half moons along the golden, baked dough of the cookies.

“of course, i am. this is literally my job.” atsushi drones, expertly icing the cookies and using a fine tip piping bag to draw intricate decorations on top. you glance over at his cookies and notice how perfect they are. damn, you really didn’t realize he was a literal professional. 

unfortunately for you, you stay admiring atsushi’s cookies for too long and leave yours unprotected from selfish, needy hands. atsushi swiftly moves behind you, moving you to the side with his hands on your hips, then swipes a half iced cookie from your baking sheet.

“murasakibara atsushi! i wasn’t done with that one!” you gently beat your fist against atsushi’s solid chest, causing him to huff in protest.

“doesn’t matter, looks like shit anyways.” atsushi hums and finishes the cookie in one bite, licking his fingers happily. “tastes delicious, though.” atsushi smiles and turns back to your baking sheet, looming over the rest of your cookies. you move between him and the counter and spread your arms wide, hoping to guard your cookies from the ex basketball player turned pastry chef. 

“i can offer you something sweeter if you leave my cookies alone!” you plead. atsushi raises an eyebrow at you as if to say gimme it then and you smile innocently at him. you turn your head to the side and tap your cheek with your index finger.

atsushi understands your gesture and a deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he leans in to place a frosting speckled peck to your cheek.

“y/n-chin knows i can’t resist her. my favorite treat.”

taglist: none! lemme know if you wanna be added to my knb taglist ✨

[tallymonster]

Careless Whisper ❤️ AO3 link ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

@micropoe10 who let me use Colette (EcoGirl)

@just-a-refrigerator who let me use Elora (slutty_songstress)

And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides. 

Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"

"It does? Good! It's supposed to."

Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"

"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."

"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels. 

"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"

"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"

"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."

"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"

Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look. 

"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly. 

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."

"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"

"Oh my gods Astarion."

"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."

"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "

"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"

Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.

"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."

"What if I only use it on you?"

"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."

"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."

"Gladly, darling."

[allthatisleftinthedark]

12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  (Seraph and Sino)

Morning After Starters | accepting | @offrozenmemoirs (ment. @ofthescatteredstars)

Sino was neither a late riser nor an early one, and she didn't find herself sleeping at any particular time. When her body met the mattress, she was more likely to fall asleep within minutes than to toss and turn, battling her mind to turn off and let her rest. This night, being stationed beneath the waters off the Argyllian coast in a sea nymph's colony certainly did not deter her sleep. Instead, she found herself turning the pages of a mysterious book in their lodgings. One that the previous tenant must've left behind, she assumes.

The sleeping arrangements fell into their usual stations in a one-room apartment with two beds. The elves, Seraph and Soup, had their usual spots—Seraph soundly on his back and Soup clinging to his side. The gnome, on the other hand, had her own bed. Only once had their arrangements changed. Before they left Argyll, Seraph surprisingly used his steely and stern eyes to plead to join Sino's bedside. A successful endeavor it was, as the gunslinger had to elevate herself slightly above the pillows to accommodate the elf, who was much thrice her height.

Perhaps it was an innate gift of Winter's children—being so adaptable that they could encourage, influence, or charm someone to do their bidding. But Seraph was not one to handle the great responsibility and even greater abuse of manipulating someone in that way. He would never hurt anyone like that, especially her. Sino can trust that much.

Though he falls asleep as quickly as before, Seraph is almost as silent as the dead, with a blank expression. Meanwhile, Soup snorted here and there, sounding like a strange kettle to Sino's ears, while wearing an expensive eyemask on his face.

One leg rested on the other as Sino lounged on her bed, with plenty of pillows supporting her back against the bedboard. It was some forgotten navigation logs of the ocean, as far as she could comprehend. Sailing was not her forte, but she enjoyed the breeze of the open-sea travel, and some of the maps seemed strangely familiar. While not as concrete as today's maps, if she squinted hard enough, she could almost convince herself that some resembled familiar coasts, like Hafan-upon-Ochr.

Her finger lightly traces the inked lines on the page, attempting to decipher the elegant penmanship. In her view, it was too ornate for an ordinary sailor. A sailor wouldn't waste precious seconds trying to make every swoosh and loop of the quill exact and perfect. They'd be far too busy managing the ropes, the decks, the inventory, the sails, and every part that keeps the vessel moving and above the waters.

The shallowest breath from the other end of the bedroom caught her attention. From the corners of her eyes, she spotted an impending distress shifting Seraph's features. His upper lip was snarled, and his brows furrowed. His body tensed as the hand she spotted, which used to lay still at his side, was clutching tightly.

Sino slapped the book shut, letting it thud on her nightstand as she dropped it there. She hurriedly slid out of bed, her bare feet pattering across the chilling marble floor. Closer to his body, she inspects him. There were faint, eerie streaks of crimson that seemed to glow beneath his skin, almost resembling his veins. The most distressing was the web of cracks and dryness that marred the corners of his eyes.

The gnome jumped on the bed, resting on her knees. She immediately grabbed his face. His flesh was cold to the touch, the kind that reminded her of her nights in the most northern and snowbound part of the Albarean duchy. Seraph pulled away from her hold, trying to resist. However, she continued to hold his face forward as she spoke out loud, "Hey? Hey? Seraph?" She swatted his face. Then she flicked his nose! "Come on, rise and shine; let's go. Let's get up," she urged him.

The elf's eyes slowly opened, their gaze empty and distant. A crimson hue seemed to flow from the corners of Seraph's irises toward the center. Sino's palm patted against the side of his head, meaning to ground him. She continues, "Hey, it's me. It's just little ol' Sino. I'm here," hoping it would soothe whatever nightmares entrapped him.

Sino leaned across Seraph, gently placing one arm on Seraph's torso to steady her. With a calm yet firm tone, she addressed their still-snoring companion, Soup, and shook his shoulder. "Soup, get up," she said, her grip on him rather intense. After releasing him, she then hooked a finger into the band of his eyemask and lifted it, saying, "Soup, wake up," before letting the eyemask snap back into place.

Though slightly disheveled, with her long locks of plum purple and pink posey over her shoulders, she returned to Seraph's side. Both of her hands claimed the free hand between him and her. "That's it. I'm here," she cleared her throat. "We're here."

[irrlicht-writes]

The King That Will Be Chap, 2

“Hold still, Mint, by goddess’ sake.”

“Ugh, I don’t even know why you’re making such a fuss, it’s barely bleeding!”

Radovid sighed and grabbed a new piece of cloth.

Mint was a guard. More specific, she was a royal guard – Radovid’s. She was also an elf, but someone long ago had cut her ears off. She had showed up roughly two weeks after Radovid had met Dandelion – he liked to classify his life to “before Dandelion” and “after Dandelion”. He had been looking to replace Hubert, his previous guard; not due to incompetence or anything but Hubert’s wife had just given birth to twins and Radovid didn’t want to keep Hubert away from them.

Mint had shown up, proceeded to wipe the floor with everyone else and now here they were, with Radovid desperately trying to make sure Mint didn’t bleed to death. She was still young, so she had little regard for her own safety – somehow. Radovid was still puzzled how she had made it this far without sustaining permanent injury.

“If you do not take care of it, it might get infected, and then where would I be?”

“But that’s what I have you for, Vid!”

“Mint, I am your king.”

“So? Gotta be good for something then, don’t you?”

Radovid snorted and slapped a bandage on the superficial cut. Mint was right, it wasn’t a bad injury, but Radovid was a worrywart.

“Look, having some respect for your king and your employer wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Fuck that, Vid.”

Radovid rolled his eyes. He liked Mint; she was his friend, perhaps the only one in this castle. She didn’t care who or what he was, he was just Vid here. Out in public, Mint was perfectly composed and never called him anything less than proper.

“You’ve been in a bad mood though. Why? Is it because of that party they were talking about? Aren’t party’s fun?”

Radovid sighed and looked down on his lap. They were in his room, sitting on his bed. As his personal guard, it wasn’t unusual for Mint to be in here with him. Yes, this party was on his mind. Not for the party’s sake, but for what it meant. Ever since becoming king, things had gotten more and more complicated and the only respite Radovid had was Dandelion.

“I have no heir,” he said then to her, “I’m supposed to find a proper candidate.”

They had breached that topic to him a while ago – he needed to produce babies somehow, they didn’t care how; as long as the other parent would be of suitable noble standing, of course.

“Find an heir at the party?”

“What? No, no, to – to get me pregnant.”

Radovid blushed as Mint nodded understandingly.

“And Dandy ain’t good enough?”

Radovid sighed dreamily. That would be wonderful, true. But Dandelion was a common whore, not matter how perfect he was. He pressed a hand softly against his stomach.

“We haven’t even slept together,” he mumbled, more so to himself.

“What?!” Mint shouted and Radovid turned red.

“Not so loud, by the gods!”

“Oh sorry, but what the fuck? You go see him at least once a week – how have you not??”

He turned away from her, face flaming red. He didn’t know himself. He wasn’t opposed, of course, and Dandelion wouldn’t be either, considering his profession, and yet – it never happened. It felt so nice, just talking to him, kissing him, being held. Radovid felt like Dandelion knew everything – he certainly talked the way. It would be foolish to call it something so silly like love but it felt that way anyhow. Nobody had to know that, at least.

“Speaking of,” Mint picked the silence up, “isn’t it time again?”

Radovid blinked and turned back around. Yes, she was right. He had taken to weekly schedules – Dandelion wasn’t always immediately available, but he made a point to try. So he nodded and Mint threw him a grin.

“Alright then! Let’s get you dolled up, right? Gonna get laid –“

“Mint, get the fuck out.”

Usually, Radovid snuck in through the back. He wasn’t ashamed of coming here; he’d just rather not be seen from the road. The gossip mill was running well enough without him feeding it.

“Why hello, strider! Here a bit early, are you?”

Radovid turned his head and smiled at Michelle, the brothel’s owner. She was a nice little lady, with a wide smile that made her eyes crinkle.

“I – yes, I suppose I am. Is Dandelion still busy?”

“No, he should be free. His last client left a good half an hour ago, so you can just go up.”

Radovid smiled and thanked her, then made his way up the stairs. His heart was always beating loudly whenever he approached Dandelion’s door. Arriving in front of it, Radovid squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was so nervous; he’s done this so many times by now. And even though Michelle had said Dandelion would be free and the man didn’t mind Radovid just barging in, he knocked. He always knocked.

“Come in, doe!”

He smiled and opened the door.

Dandelion was standing next to the very well made bed, with his back turned towards the door. He seemed to be doing something at the nightstand, but Radovid didn’t pry. He closed the door behind him again and then stood there, awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“Sorry doe, I had to tidy up a bit first. You’re early! I’m delighted.”

Dandelion purred and stalked over to Radovid. He, in turn, turned beet-red. Today was not his day, it seemed. Dandelion only smirked.

“Aw, there he is, my sweetest boy. I do love it so when you turn so coy. Come look at me, doe.”

That sultry voice was going to kill him. Still, he did as he was commanded.

“My, my, you turn prettier every time I see you. What do you want today, love?”

“You,” Radovid answered in a whisper, like he always did. Dandelion smiled, and Radovid wanted more. He wanted to hold Dandelion’s hand, kiss his face, take him into the castle, take him upon his bed, take him in a wedding vow, and grow his children in his belly. He couldn’t have any of these things, but he wanted it, so, so much.

Dandelion took his face gently in his hands and pressed his lips softly upon his. Radovid sighed, and leaned into the touch, mayhap a bit desperate this time around. At the banquet, he would need to find a suitable partner – if he didn’t, his council would simply choose someone for him. And they would just pick a woman, he knew, just to spite him and make him miserable. He couldn’t let that happen. He’d rather spend his life with a man he halfway, sort of chose than with a woman he couldn’t stand.

“What’s wrong, strider?”

Radovid blinked and sniffled only to realise he had started crying. Fuck it all, he was such a pathetic rag today. He tried to shake his head, hoping Dandelion would just let it slide, but the man held his face firm. His thumbs were caressing Radovid’s cheeks and with a sob, the king threw himself into the whore’s arms.

The man didn’t ask, he didn’t waiver, he just closed his arms around the king, holding tight, letting him weep. And weep he did. He cried, and sobbed, and between hoarse and hard-caught breaths, he told Dandelion of the upcoming banquet, about all that would come with it.

“I think,” the man said once Radovid’s wails had died down to small little pathetic whimpers, “that you need a distraction.”

Dandelion let go of him and went over to the medium-sized wardrobe in the corner. Still sniffling, Radovid wiped the tears off his face and watched the man pick out clothes.

“What – what do you mean?”

With a smile, and a beautiful twirl befitting of a dancer, Dandelion whipped back around: “We will go shopping, of course, my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again! Wear this.”

This turned out to be some very slutty clothes, if Radovid would be allowed to say. The pants were incredibly tight, and he felt like he was showing half his chest. Dandelion had put a hat on his head and pushed most of his locks under it, and Radovid just prayed to anyone that was kind enough to listen that nobody would recognise him.

“Don’t worry; a merchant won’t expect to see the king just wandering about! Besides, you’re my friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again.”

Radovid looked at Dandelion who, probably in order to make Radovid feel less exposed, was dressed in – well, almost nothing, really. The shirt he wore showed more skin than it was hiding, and Radovid had no clue how the man was walking in the pants he was wearing. Radovid hurried up after the man, after they’ve successfully climbed down the window. Dandelion said it would be better if nobody saw them leave; it would give them more freedom. To an extent, Radovid had to agree: like this, Mint was probably still blissfully playing cards with Michelle, waiting for him to finish.

The king grabbed Dandelion’s hand, quite a bit nervous to just walk across the market. He usually didn’t, and he was as excited as he was scared. What if he would mess up? If someone did recognise him? He pressed hard into Dandelion’s side.

“Don’t worry, doe, I’m here.”

It was more soothing than Dandelion probably realised.

The marketplace was hustling and buzzing, so much even that Radovid got a bit overwhelmed. He held onto Dandelion’s arm like a life-line.

“Dandy! Didn’t expect you today, who’s that child on your arm?”

Radovid squeaked and hid behind Dandelion’s shoulder who just laughed.

“This is my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again. He’s a bit shy, you gotta forgive him. He does much better with plants than people. Oh, can I get a sale on the apples?”

“I told you, son, no sale without nothing to show for it.”

Dandelion grumbled under his breath: “Don’t call me your fucking son.” Radovid blinked in confusion – it seemed like Dandelion hadn’t meant to say that. In fact, the shop keeper hadn’t seemed to have heard. Out loud, Dandelion continued: “Aw, come on, not even for my good friend George out of town?”

“If you got coin to cough up, then I’ve got apples to spare.”

Dandelion sighed and reached into – into his shirt? He produced a small purse out of it and well – his pants surely had no space for any sort of pockets.

“Here. Now give me your two best apples and tell your son to finally fucking wash his cock.”

As Radovid yelped in embarrassment, the shopkeeper grumbled only. He tossed them two apples and they went on their way.

“H – his son is...?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, quite the regular,” Dandelion said around two bites of his apple, “I only wish he would learn basic hygiene. I’m not even asking for him to use soap, but water would go a long way. Doe, you are washing regularly, right?”

“O – of course!”

Nobody recognised him, and after a while, Radovid loosed up. He wasn’t letting go of Dandelion, but he wasn’t trying to melt into him anymore. He had to admit, this had been nice. A day free of responsibilities, without any thoughts towards the future.

“Dandelion!”

Over the course of the day, several people had recognised and called out the man by his side, so Radovid was used to it now. After all, Dandelion lived here; he was bound to go to the market very often, so there was nothing to worry about.

“Shit,” Dandelion whispered and yanked Radovid back against his arm, hard. Radovid frowned, what the hell – ?

Then he turned his head, and saw the Witcher.

Radovid had never personally met the Witcher before, so there was little chance of him recognising the king but yet, it was probably better to be careful. Also, Radovid felt quite inadequate next to the Witcher, so he was more than happy to sink back into dear friend George out of town.

“Geralt! Fancy meeting you here. Don’t tell me you’ve made it to the market to buy me a gift?”

Dandelion was an excellent showman, Radovid had to admit.

“No. The House said you were still busy, they didn’t say you were at the market. Who’s this?”

“This is busy. I mean, this is my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again. He’s shy, he’s much better with plants than people.”

“Hm,” the Witcher just replied. Not looking at him, Radovid couldn’t tell whether or not the Witcher believed them. “Will I see you later?”

“Of course, Wolf. I’ve shown George the market and he’ll go soon. Don’t wait in the hall. I mean it, I’ll be mad.”

The Witcher just nodded, cast one more look at the half-merged version of Radovid, and then left.

“Why can’t he wait in the hall?”

“I don’t want him to.”

Radovid pondered that comment as Dandelion loosened his arm from the king’s harsh grip, and turned around, towards him. He grabbed Radovid sharply, slammed him against the next best wall and pressed his mouth harshly on Radovid’s. It all happened rather quickly, and the king had no reaction time. Flabbergasted, all he could do was hold onto Dandelion’s arms.

Dandelion devoured his mouth. While always being a bit forceful – something Radovid has come to greatly appreciate – Dandelion would never be harsh, or demanding. Now, it felt like the man wished to eat him, and gods, Radovid would let him. He moaned and whimpered and he pressed hard against the leg Dandelion had shoved between his legs. Maybe it should be embarrassing, getting aroused so quickly, but he couldn’t help it.

“Do you want it?” Dandelion asked between strong kisses, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Radovid sobbed. He pressed hard against Dandelion’s body, rubbing against it, trying to coax them both out of their clothing. Gods, his pants were so tight; he felt they must tear at any moment. But gods, he wanted Dandelion to fuck him. The banquet was so soon, it was unlikely they’d see each other again beforehand.

“We’re in the middle of the street, doe,” Dandelion whispered sweetly, sneaking a hand in between the bodies, pressing hard against Radovid’s groin. “What if someone sees?”

Blinded by lust, Radovid barely cared. And yet he blinked hazily, and looked around. Middle of the street might be an overstatement, they were in an alleyway, away from the main road but yes, Dandelion was right. What if someone came here, and would see the king, getting fucked against a wall in the dusk’s light? He moaned, as he imagined. Dandelion would fuck him so good, so so good, and Radovid wouldn’t be able to help himself but cry out in pleasure. If someone heard – they would investigate, wouldn’t they? And they’d – they’d see Radovid, stark naked, with his cock hard and leaking, getting pounded against the wall by the whore, begging and screaming for his cock, ever and ever deeper. The people would stop and stare, recognise him as the king he was, and Radovid would come, clench around Dandelion’s cock so hard, and he’d be filled, filled with warmth. They’d witness him getting pregnant, they’d witness the first seconds of Radovid carrying Dandelion’s seed.

“Yes,” he moaned loudly and he was so close, and just the thought of it, the thought of Dandelion’s child settling snugly into Radovid’s belly had his nipples ache.

“You’re so close already, doe, I can feel it.”

Radovid moaned and pressed harder against Dandelion’s hand. It was wonderful, it was torture. His cock was leaking, soiling his pants and gods, his hole was clenching around nothing, and it made him weep in desperation.

“Need it,” he managed to say, “need your cock, your seed, please.”

“But we don’t have time, doe, Mint will look for you soon.”

Damn him, damn him all to hell. He was so, so close.

“Please,” he tried again, “need you. Need to be yours.”

Someone would fuck him at the banquet, or shortly after it, Radovid had no doubt. Within a year, there would be a child. But if Dandelion fucked him now, filled his empty belly now, then he could always pretend. Pretend it was Dandelion’s, and not some random nobleman he cared nothing about.

“Then get rid of those pants, why don’t you? It won’t be pretty, or gentle,” Dandelion said and Radovid’s never gotten out of a pair of pants faster in his life.

“Don’t care,” he said quickly, out of breath. The cooling wind on his cock made him twitch, he was so close, and a simple touch would put him over the edge. He looked up into Dandelion’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes and he moaned, reaching his hands up to twist his own nipples. What would it feel like, a babe suckling on them? Just the thought made them swell. What would it feel like, them filling with milk? Would they be sensitive? Oh, he couldn’t wait to find out, to have Dandelion gently sucking on them.

“Turn around,” Dandelion said gently and Radovid wasted no second. He pressed against the stone wall, his cock bobbing against his stomach – his soon to be filled stomach – and he spread his legs as best as he could.

Dandelion’s hands on his ass were firm, but oh so gentle. His thumb softly pressed against Radovid’s hole and the king moaned into the stone. His legs were shaking and he arched his back, asking for more, asking for everything. “Please,” he whispered, again and again. He was going mad, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Shh,” Dandelion soothed him, “I have you, doe. I’ll give you what you need. You’ve been wanting, haven’t you? You’re so ready for me; I don’t have to do anything. You’re so good to me, love, so good. Can you do something more for me?”

The praise ran throughout Radovid’s body with a shiver and he nodded harshly. “Yes, yes, everything.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Radovid sobbed. He wanted to, being good, but he didn’t know.

“Shh, shh, doe, it’s okay if you can’t. Try, okay? If you can’t, it’s okay, I’m not mad. You’ve been waiting for so long, you’ve been so good.”

And then, he felt it. Something big, something blunt pressing against his clenching hole. Radovid cried out, louder than he had meant to and he moaned, remembering what the stone wall against his chest meant. Dandelion wasn’t even breaching him, and he was so close, his belly taut with pleasure.

“More,” he begged, he needed more. He didn’t want Dandelion to take his time; he just wanted to be filled. Have a warm weight weigh him down, a weight he would carry everywhere. For everyone to see. A whore’s spawn; growing within the king’s womb.

“Too slow,” Radovid cried when Dandelion pushed in a little further.

“I don’t want to hurt you, doe,” the whore said and Radovid wept in love.

“You won’t, you won’t,” he replied teary, “fucked myself so much thinking about you, please please please.”

“Tell me if it hurts, love,” Dandelion said and Radovid screamed in ecstasy when he finally felt Dandelion push all the way in. He was full, so full, the cock such a warm, good weight in him. Looking down, he almost expected to see a bulge, but all he saw was his own cock, apparently already spent. He didn’t even notice climaxing. His cock was still half hard, but his own spent was splattered against part of the wall, and dripping down onto the ground. He whimpered.

“It’s okay, love, we’ll do it next time.”

Next time, oh gods yes that sounded wonderful. Radovid leaned his head back into his neck and moaned towards the darkening sky. Dandelion was fucking him, driving Radovid to yet another brink. There were hands on his hips; hard enough to leave bruises, but not hard enough to hurt. Dandelion’s cock brushed over a sensitive spot inside of Radovid and the king mewled in pleasure. He felt his cock hardening again as Dandelion kept pushing against that one spot. It made him see stars. He yapped, and panted, and mewled and moaned.

“I’m close, love, will you come with me?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” Radovid couldn’t wait. He pressed up, using the wall as leverage, pressing his head against Dandelion’s jaw. He felt so good, he’s never felt this before. Inside, Dandelion’s dick twitched and Radovid pressed back, his hole clenching in hunger. He sobbed as Dandelion’s hand found his hard, sensitive cock and squeezed it hard. His other hand found one of Radovid’s nipples, pinching them and that was what took Radovid over the edge. He cried his pleasure in the wind, climaxing all over Dandelion’s hand onto his own stomach and not a second later, he felt it, a warm heat flooding him, filling him, finding all the empty spots desperate to be filled.

He was pregnant.

That thought alone made him ejaculate again, clenching hard around Dandelion’s throbbing cock. 

Exhausted, Radovid’s legs gave out and Dandelion held him up with strong, secure arms. He let his head fall onto Dandelion’s shoulder and stared up into the sky while the other pressed butterfly kisses on his shoulder. Radovid felt... loved. This was love, right? Yes, Dandelion was a whore, and yes, Radovid paid him for his time, but this was still love, wasn’t it? He was afraid to ask, but it must be.

“I don’t know how to get you back to the House,” Dandelion admitted in a whisper and Radovid laughed. This was good, this was light and happiness.

“Mint will have your head.”

“Never liked bitter things.”

[letrune]

They know the legend of the silent wanderer. They know me by the overtly patched robes, the harp I play for entertainment, the pouch which always seems empty but always has just enough coin in them to pay for the next meal. But they can see the newest addition to my legend: a book. I write in it, old ways I learnt a few centuries ago, from the Abbey of Tomes, by the First Dragon themselves, the Dragon who brought wisdom from the gods to the world. I wish I could explain it to anyone, but I am yet to find anyone who can read me.

Seven Rivers, a city of elves. Huge towers grown on trees, carved in rock and thin pillared bridges across the small islands. The air is wet and annoying, and for some reason, they built it so you can't walk without seeing the rich mansions on one side and the hovels just off - most grand tales are born among common folk, rising up to the occasion, or just loving purely and freely. It's annoying how many of these I can only glimpse at.

But what annoys me the most right now is the guy looking at me. Like he never saw a being like me. "Hey, cat!" My ears snap that way, I can't help that. Some elf. Bronze-skinned like all of them in this area, but his black eyes feel angry. "What are you doing here?" I raise my cup from my bag and mimic drinking from it. "We don't like your kind here." Oh, that old song and dance. I sigh and keep walking but the guy steps on my robe and tears some parts of it. I turn and very softly slap him. His eyebrows furrow. "You made a fatal mis-" Before he can finish, I kick his legs from under him, grab my patched cloth and kick him in the unmentionables, letting him squirm in pain. Then I just go, follow my gut to one of the eateries near. It’s a shiny marble one, rich wood, a mansion! But my stomach is unable to care for such details. As I walk in, a well-dressed man stands in my way. "I am sorry, paupers are not welcome." I raise my harp. He raises his eyebrows. "We do not require such frivolous entertainment either." My stomach notes that no matter how much I’d pay, I’d not be welcome either way, so I shrug and turn around, walking a bit more. I follow my guts until I smell the smell of eggs and bread, and as it is customary, there it is - the pub. Ale and wine, cheap food, perfect for me! I get there and another man raises his hands. "Hey there. You must be some pauper, eh?" Very curious, they do not know me here? I shake my paw sideways and my head very softly from shoulder to shoulder. "Oh, you can't talk. You need something?" I get my cup out and mimic drinking again. "Got ale, wine and water. What you want?" I pull a coin and put it down, pointing to the river. "Yea, water then. Show me the cup." I drink and sew back the torn piece. I just let them see my stuff, because why not? If they do not know me...

The sight is amazing. I get the book and the coal, and start to draw. It's not perfect, but I think I can get it down eventually. I got paper, I got coal, and as far as I know, I can always get more. Adventuring is always paying well, especially if one knows where to go. I grow hungry as I work on the art, and go to the guy again, putting a few coins on the counter, mimicing eating.

"And what'cha want to eat?"

I point to a guy eating a mixed bowl of meat pieces and bread. With my mouth watering, I also point to the kitchen where a half-cooked pile of bacon gets dropped on the iron. I get my food and I nod and bow enthusiastically, going back to the one seat where I was. I eat like I haven't eaten since… well, ever, and just mindlessly play a few tunes on my harp as I do.

"Hey… you know songs?" Someone asks. I nod, then point to my throat and give the one sound my throat allows: a sighing exhale.

"Well, she is not a singer, but I bet she can play a song." The guy running the inn says. "You guys get some nice tunes and you" he points at me "you get a few cups of extra water and maybe a bowl or two, if people like it."

I nod and look around, tuning the harp.

"You know 'When a wanderer comes'?" Someone asks and I do, playing a few tunes. Of course I know, I made the first version, but I must say, the one done in Pellegria was a lot better than my version. Leave it to the Dragon of Songs to make anything into a melody.

I play the song, tapping with my paw the base tune, and let the music play me. It is pretty liked, some sing a few verses, and as I finish, someone comes up.

"Can you play 'From the edges'?" I play a few tunes, questioning if it is the one. It is. So I play that too. The music flows and people start to sing along. More elves come in, by their clothes they are common folk. I am happy they come around, they sing, they dance, some even bring some instruments. Soon, we play a few songs together, nobody is in the lead, and everyone has fun. A few guards lean on the fence and listen in. It is all  cheer.

Then, as the moons rise, someone fancy enters. They got guards pushing the way in, and the music stops. Everyone stands aside as an elf with golden bands and silk walks in.

"Who is playing the harp?"

I raise the harp and strum a tone.

"Her majesty, the silken, requests your talent."

I look around and shrug, eyebrows raised.

"That's a big deal, wanderer." The innkeeper says, with a trembling in the voice, so I finish my drink, get my things together, and bow out with a final tune.

The guy leads me to a fancy chariot, it has real thunderiron on it. I am shocked, it is rare at these parts, it's worth more than gold in the elven lands; either imported down from the tallest mountains, or they scraped together a lot. Well, I am curious now where this leads, who is this silken one is.

The chariot goes up a lot, up hills, thru tunnels, across slender bridges, the houses get replaced with opulent manors and amazing sights. We stop at a moderately rich house, not the richest, but it is a very fancy place. Personal guards open the door to the gold-banded guy and he leads me to an interesting looking person.

They are white-skinned. I know such exist, but I only rarely go to those climates. They are also wrapped in silk, which explain the name and why they lack the usual sun-kissed looks. The being is vaguely elven, but I can not tell, their arms and legs are visible but their torso and head is wrapped in layers upon layers, and their voice a sound of bells ringing. As in, they sound like about twenty bells ringing at the same time, little trills and clings.

"Her majesty requests your harp." The elf in gold translates. I shake my head as a negative answer and hold it close to myself. I love this harp, it had been with me for a loooong time, got it as a gift from a knight who had been a legend for centuries.

A loud bong shakes my innards, followed by soft ringing of bells.

"Her majesty proclaims that this is not a mere request. You are to give her your harp."

I squint my eyes and shake my head again. It is mine, not some tiny fleshy belltower's!

BONGGGGGG!

My innards take an odd dance, and despite my eternal nature, the pain makes me collapse. I shake and wheeze, the air gone from my lungs.

"Her majesty orders you."

I sit up, and shake my head again, pointing to myself as I struggle to breathe.

The gold-banded guy grabs the harp as another bong shakes me around, my bones rattle in pain and I wheeze where others would emit a blood-curling scream. The harp disappears between the silk drapes, then… What I was afraid of. The sound of strings torn. The sound of wood bent. The harp screams in pain and I extend a shaking paw for it.

Then I pounce into the drapes. The silk flutters away, the fleshy tendrils of the being shake as I tear the harp away and bite into the being. The sound of bells ring in a cacophony as I jump back and hold my harp up. It's broken at the top, the strings loose or snapped. I cry over it. I can not help but cry.

The silken one and the golden one each stand as I look up. The silk drapes shake as I reattach the harp and the sad tune it plays ends. Her majesty made me angry. I can barely hiss, and the gold-banded elf stands between us. The bells trill and softly chime.

"Her Majesty offers you 50 thunderiron bars." He says too fast. 50 bars. Enough to buy her whole villa, but not enough to cover the gift. Even 5.000 bars would be too little to give back the gift that I had ages ago. If I could speak, I would tell them to shove it all down her majesty's throat if she got any.

I step forward, tears going down my face. The silk robes shake. The bells sound scared now.

"A hundred bars and twenty meters of her finest silk."

Claws out, I remember. How we fought up that hill to rescue some king or queen. How much we travelled to return the First Drum to the Dragon of Music. How he laughed. How he gave me the harp. "So you can sing along, even without a voice."

Her majesty, the silken one, shakes and the bells ring in alarm.

"Two hundred bars and all her silk! She… She can not offer more. Please…" the gold-banded one begs. The silk-wrapped being looks pathetic. She is just a bully. I look into the eyes of the gold-plated elf and show a sign, my right paw raising upwards and my left going down. I mimic a scale.

"You… want more?" I nod. He whispers to the being and the trill of bells come again. "Two hundred bars and two each year, or your own weight in silk…" my paw-scale shows it is not enough. "In silk and gold…" I show that I am thinking, then pull the coal and the book. The elf comes close to see me writing.

Can this be for my friend? I write. He reads.

"Yes. We can. Where is your friend?"

I rummage in my bag, until I find the signet I got so many years ago, when I last visited the kingdom.

"Argilita? But that is on the other-" i mimic the scale again and let my claws out. "Of course. Of course… but… only…"

I put the signet back in the bag, get up and shake myself again. The bells now trill gently.

"Her majesty says the shipment will leave as soon as you do. She will give you the best chariot she can so you can travel in luxury to the kingdom of Argilita."

Oh, so now she wants to shake me off? She breaks my friend's gift, my voice! She bargains for her life! Then, she wants to throw me out?! Oh, no, we do not do that…

I accept her offer, then raise my finger, and point at my mouth.

"Oh, I am sure her majesty's kitche-"

I shake my head. I walk to the chariot, hop on, then clap twice. The banded elf joins me as the silk pile of bells and flesh tries to sulk away. I shot a glare at her. She will remember me.

The chariot stops at the fancy food place. The elf at the door is about to complain when I point to the banded one.

"She is here on Her Majesty, the Silken One's own costs. Give her whatever she desires." He commands. And whooo boy will it cost her. I sit outside, the table set for a queen but I am alone. So I invite random elves over. Just waving at them. The restaurant will be very rich and the good folks of Seven Rivers can sample the food of the nobles. At that moment, it seems like a great idea.

About six hours later, I am notified that the storage got empty. With a shrug, I get up, the patched robe fluttering as I walk past the carriage and see the two heavy carriages with the metal bars and rolls of silk. I just hop on on one and wave at the elf, letting him deal with the bill as the good folk leave and the nobles are all shocked.

Goodbye, Seven Rivers. You cheered me, scarred me and spat me out, and yet I left as the victor. Hopefully the delivery will be just this eventful.

You are known as the silent wanderer. Ageless because of time magic. You have lived longer then the oldest of dragons. Cursed to never being able to speak or talk in a way people can understand. But thats OK. Action speaks louder then words ever will.

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter- Loss of virginity, cunnilingus, blow jobs, rough oral sex, overstimulation, face slapping.- Reader's virginity leaves the chat

ꕥ Word Count- 7,422

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip. You just gotta hope your dad doesn't find out.

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Chapter 4

“Morning, Princess.” Your dad greets you as you yawn, walking out to the kitchen, following the scent of pancakes and bacon. You smile as you see Mei is there along with Toji, but when your eyes hit him?

Pussy throbs.

Jesus christ.

He grins, then licks that scar, crossing his arms and looking ridiculously attractive in nothing but a pair of gray sweats. You can see the outline of him, see his perfect, ridiculously toned body. Everything about him makes you damn near drool, and you’re stuck there staring for a moment.

“You good, doll?” Toji drawls out those words, and you shake it off, glaring. He smirks.

“I’m fine, old man. Morning Mei, morning dad!”

“Why do I get the angry little greeting? Mean little brat.” You just shove at his stupidly hard body, coming to hug your dad then. He kisses your head, smiling.

“She’s feisty, is all.” Shiu says, and you stick your tongue out at Toji then, making him ruffle your hair.

“Angry little elf.”

“Elf, really!”

Shiu and Mei are laughing, then your Dad makes you a plate. “Thanks, Dad, ugh looks so yummy.”

You sit down, and unfortunately Toji sits next to you, and god if you can’t just smell his scent… all masculine and a little sweaty, but it’s hitting some spot in your ovaries that hurts. You throb around nothing, uncomfortable, as you try to focus, pouring syrup on your pancakes then.

“Hey, darling, I brought a bikini that should fit.” Mei says then, nibbling on a bite elegantly. She was so elegant and you’re… what, an elf? Fucking Toji.

“Oh my god, lifesaver. Thank you Mei!” She grins, tossing her silky braids back over her shoulders.

“Of course, love. I put it up in the bathroom. Your dad brought up wanting to do a beach day.” 

“That sounds fun! For sure.”

“Kiddo can’t swim though. She may get swept away.” You kick Toji under the table, and he winces, scowling. “What!”

“It’s a shallow beach mostly, she’ll be fine.” Shiu takes a bite, leaning closer to Mei then, and they seem very familiar.

Huh.

It’s kind of nice, since your mother hasn’t been around and Shiu had been so upset for so long about it.

Toji’s big fucking hand is now resting on your thigh under the table, and you hesitate, pausing forking another bite in your mouth, staring at him. He’s nibbling on a piece of bacon, smirking at you, brushing a thumb down your soft inner thigh, making you look around nervously.

His touch hits you stupidly hard, tummy clenching with desire already waving over you. It’s hidden under the tablecloth, but it feels so wrong, well more wrong than it already was. You struggle to keep any composure as he slides up more, acting so casual, leaning a little closer to you, whispering in your ear.

“So hot between them thighs, doll. All f’me?” You glare, and thank God Mei and Shiu were talking loudly, heading back into the kitchen.

“Shut up, wanna get caught?” He slides his hand up even more, until his hand cups your pussy over your shorts, and he exhales, those dark green eyes glazing over with desire.

“You want it, don’t ya?” You shake your head, so he laughs a bit, quietly, then rubs you there. You close your legs, but it doesn’t help, when he’s slid your shorts to the side and rubs you between your lips. You inhale sharply, looking at him with wide eyes, shaking your head, and he just grins.

“Stop it, Toji, the fuck...” He’s grinning wider, finding your clit and rubbing in a little circle with that calloused finger, all while you try to keep it together, growing flushed and overheated.

“So wet f’me too, mmm.” You take a deep breath, trying to calm down as you chew the mouthful of food, and you lean back, pressing your back into the chair, trying to get away from his hand.

But Toji just slides chair closer, his thumb pressing harder on your clit now, and a thick finger sliding in your soppy little cunt. Your dad and Mei are still in the kitchen, and thankfully they’re playing music, but you’re acutely aware of them, your heart racing at the risk of being caught.

Toji seems unfazed completely, amused in fact, his eyes never leaving your face as he expertly plays with you, the tension building up, making you throb around him, soaking his hand. “Toji, I’m gonna...” You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to keep your voice low, but you’re so close you can’t take it, and you have no clue how to keep quiet.

“Act all shy and innocent, like a good girl.” He whispers, his finger swirling around your clit, pressing harder when you try to pull away. “But I know you’re a little slut f’me, aren’t ya? You like it.” You shake your head, and he just chuckles softly. “Lyin little brat, just admit it. Ya want me to break that perfect pussy.”

“Shh!” You glare then, and he slides another finger, you pray no one hears your cunt literally squishing, your cunt is so slick you can’t take how good it feels, him stretching you out. Your eyes flutter shut and you tremble as you hold the cup of coffee to your lips, struggling to act composed.

“Wanna cum on this cock, don’t ya?” You just glare, but then he’s knuckles deep, and you tremble, slick wetness non stop as your walls close around his hand.

“Then go fuck me in the bathroom, all talk and won’t do it.” You hiss, and he grins, shaking his head.

“First time, nah. I’ll have you in your little bed for that. All your plushies watchin while ya try not to scream too loud.” The thoughts kill you, the anticipation, his fingers, and you’re struggling not to make any noise, as you’re closer, closer, then he’s yanked his hand, and you gasp, nearly falling off the chair.

He’s sucking on your fingers, swirling that lewd tongue around them and moaning softly, eyes shutting for a moment.

You’re done .

You can’t take it.

“You just…”

“Aw, doll, ya wanted me to get ya off? In front of your dad? What a lil slut.” You glare, standing then on trembling legs.

“I’m gonna go get ready for the beach you all!” You say loudly, and they smile, waving over at you.

“I’ll go get ready too.” You curse inwardly, glaring behind your shoulder at the annoying presence that was Toji. He’s following you up the stairs grinning, grabbing your ass and making you smack at him.

“If we’re not fucking stop, can’t handle anymore, ugh!” You hiss the words under your breath, and he’s grinning down at you, brushing back his black hair and yanking you against him in the hallway.

“Such a lil baby, can’t handle some edging?”

“No, I can’t. It hurts.”

“Aw, poor lil thing.” He pouts at you, and you glare, smacking him, then his mouth is wide open, you run then.

“Oh shit, oh shit!”

He’s shoved you in your room then, smacking you back, and you glare up at him, breathless, then you smack him again, and he moans, gripping you by the throat and pressing up. You struggle, but then you just enjoy it, enjoy him choking you, owning you, so big and strong. His teeth are bared, and he’s right against your lips, your breath hot on your lips.

“Ya fuckin gonna learn a lesson slapping me like that. Lucky you’re so pretty or I’d be really pissed. As it turns out…” He watches as your eyes glaze over, as he spins you then, releasing your throat. “Really got me hard, doll.”

“You’re a freak, ugh.” You grumble, but when he yanks your shorts down and smacks the hell out of your ass, making it sting, you’re wetter now. You bite back the urge to moan, as he’s got his hand in your hair, gripping hard as he presses your face against the wall, then he’s smacked you again, harder.

“Freak huh? Well seems like you’re drippin fuckin wet from… this.” He smacks you again, then runs the back of his fingers on your slick cunt, you whine, wiggling, you want more . “You're the freak here, aren’t ya?”

“Shut up, old man.” He smacks you again, the air stinging the whelp. “Toji, my bikini!”

“Fine. Don't fuckin try that again, damn brat.” He tilts your chin to look at him, pressing his hard body against your back.

“Just fuck me. Please.” You wiggle your ass against him, and he hisses, gripping you tight.

“I want time with you, the first time can hurt. I don't want it to be… bad for ya or anything.” You pause at that, turning and looking up at him, and you damn near melt. He's so oddly considerate? Caring? And you can feel how much he wants you.

“When will we have time though? Without…”

“Just kiss me. I… like it.” Is Toji blushing!?

You sigh and tip toe, and for a moment this strong, creepy ass of a man is vulnerable, youthful… fucking so attractive too. You run your hand along his undercut, and he exhales, kissing you then, his lips drinking in your sighs. He picks you up higher, and you're just dangling off the floor, he holds you like you're some doll.

Doll huh.

He's trembling ever so slightly as he holds you, and you pull back, surprised, at his blown out pupils. “I've never liked kissing so much. It's really… fuckin weird.”

You snort at that, sighing. “I did at least have kissing experience if nothing else.”

“Don't wanna hear about anyone kissing ya. Ever.” You blink at that, confused, then tense when you hear your dad and Mei in the hall.

“Shit.” You mutter quietly, and he just shushes you with a finger to his lips until they pass.

“Go get in that bikini doll.” He grips your ass, kissing you one more time. “I'll leave after you. Let me know the coast is clear.”

Soon you're getting in your bikini, wincing at how soaked your shorts had become. Toji was literally some tease!? And caring somewhat!?

Bum Toji, asshole Toji, hoe Toji, he… cared enough to not have your first time be rushed and shitty.

You do like him.

Fuck…

***

Mei’s bikini fit much better, dark blue and hitting mid waist, so thankfully your tits and ass weren’t hanging out. You throw on a little black cover up, grab your sunblock and shades, putting your sandals on. Your legs? Still weak and trembling from Toji’s endless fucking teasing.

You head out front, and your dad and Mei are already in the car, and when you walk out, they honk the horn, waving at you. Toji is leaning against the car, his eyes on you, and you feel his gaze like a brand on your skin, he’s just in trunks and an open black kimono top. You tremble as you look at his body, tanned skin already glistening with sweat.

You walk over, trying to play it cool and ignore him like you do, but he opens the door for you, winking. Toji opened a door, huh?

“Ready for the beach, doll?”

“Yes, let’s go!” You climb in the back of your dad’s sports car, which was tiny and had the tops down. You and Toji were shoved in the back, far too close to each other, as Toji’s legs are spread wide, his arms too, one of them right behind your head, and his strong thigh was pressed on yours.

“No Hello Kitty huh.” You stick your tongue out, and he smirks, one of his fingers brushing up under your knitted cover up, sliding up and down your spine.

“Gotta manspread, Toji?” He snorts, and your dad peeks at you in the rearview, a little serious look for a moment.

“Toji, stop manspreading, leave her some room.” Mei says, and you smile thankfully, as he grimaces, adjusting his big ass body a bit.

“She’s tiny, she don’t need much room.” They all laugh, and you just roll your eyes at him.

“I need some room, big oaf!”

“You’re mad you’re like elf size.”

“Let’s put on music, cover up the bickering.” Shiu says, amusedly, and he pops on a rock song, which Mei sings, throwing her arms up in the air. Shiu keeps peeking over at her.

“Your dad’s got it bad, huh?” Toji murmurs in your ear. You nod, leaning closer and ignoring how good Toji’s body feels, so strong and warm.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? Like elegant.” He hums a bit at that, and his hand is on your back again, splaying the entirety of it with how big he is. You push down the thrumming desire you feel.

“She’s pretty, sure, not my type.”

“What is your type, Toji Fushiguro?” You tilt your head, looking at him behind your dark shades, which luckily cover your eyes right now. He looks down at you then, a little more serious than usual.

“Never been with my type.”

“How… is it your type then?”

“They’re not the kind of women that fuck me is all. Usually I don’t hit on women that are my type. Because it would be… serious.”

“And serious isn’t your thing, huh?”

“Not after…” He tenses, and sighs. “I had one girl I was serious about, Megumi’s mom. When she died, I dunno… just fucked around and meant nothing.” You can hear how serious this is, and you touch his hand for a moment.

“You don’t have to talk about that right now. I’m sorry.” He rubs his finger on the backs of your knuckles for a moment, then backs off.

“It’s fine kiddo.” Luckily the music is loud and the wind is in everyone’s ears, but you feel how tense he is.

“Am I your… type?” You speak quietly, and he sighs as he studies you carefully, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You’re the type I don’t hit on, yeah.”

“Then why…”

“Because you make me dumb, doll.” At that you feel your tummy clench, your pulse racing, at how he looks at you in that moment, before he eases away some, looking out the open window, as if to end the talk.

The rest of the drive to the beach is awkward, and you’re thankful when you finally arrive. The waves crash against the shore, and the smell of saltwater and sunlight fills the air, the pretty white sand is on your feet, peaceful and hot. You grab your towel and one of the coolers and start heading towards the water, thoughts raging in your mind.

Everyone gets set up, and Toji sets to making you a drink in your big pink tumbler, surprising you. Mei and Shiu are sipping their drinks and lounging under the big umbrella, Shiu is rubbing sunblock on mei and you and Toji look on with amusement, as he does a very thorough job.

“I made you vodka with that cherry stuff.” Toji gruffs, and you smile at him, taking it thankfully.

“Thank you! Yum.” You let the flavor hit your tongue, and then set it down, taking off your cover up, and feel his dark eyes lewdly glaring at your body.

“It looks pretty on you, love.” Mei says with a wink, looking at Toji with a bit of a knowing smirk. “Toji, get your jaw off the floor.”

You flush, and Shiu snorts at that, looking up at the two of you. “It’s because I’ve only seen her in Hello Kitty. Looks too grown up. Weird.”

“Uh-huh sure, old man.” You flip him off and run off with your tumbler, as Shiu and Mei seemingly joke with Toji. He yells at you.

“Sunblock, brat.”

“I’m fine!”

“You’ll burn.” You grumble, coming and handing him the sunblock then, and he rubs it in his big hands, slathering you up. “You always used to burn, don’t you remember?”

“That was forever ago. I’m not a little kid.”

“Uh-huh.” Toji keeps his strokes quick, as you’re right in front of your dad, acting every bit some caring ‘godfather’ or something, but the way he presses?

Fuck.

“There, now you’re good.” You take another sip, looking at where Mei and Shiu are lounged talking, then up to Toji’s stupidly handsome face.

“Imma dip my feet in.”

“Okay sweetie!” Shiu says with a smile, taking a sip of his beer, and Toji? Follows you. Because of course he does.

“Could you be anymore obvious?” You whisper when you’re out in the water, sitting down and letting the water lap all over your thighs. He smirks, sitting right next to you and sipping his beer.

“Obvious, huh? That I wanna rub every inch of that body?”

“Shush.” You’re blushing, sipping your drink.

“I’ll be vanilla first round. Then you’re in for it.” You look at him, jaw slack in shock at his brazen words. “That mouth wide open, wanna shove my cock in it.”

“Shut up, perv!” You glare, standing then and going more into the water, and he stands, following you. You tense when he touches your hip under the water, freaking out, eyes wide. “Toji!”

“No one can see, doll. Or would ya wanna be seen?” You scowl, smacking off his hand, but it simply grips your ass instead, and you try to bite back your moan.

“No I don’t wanna be seen by my damn dad. That would fuck your relationship up you know.”

“Yeah… I know.” He sighs, looking down at you and grabbing your face as he does, squishing your damn cheeks. “I’d ruin anything for a chance at you.”

“You make no sense! Stop.” You turn away again, and he pulls your ass against him with his free hand, facing you towards the sun, water waving around your bodies, cooling your overheaded skin.

“Saw ya and lost my shit when you opened that door. Cute as fuck in your silly pajamas.” You exhale, as his hand slides around, finding you right where you’re aching for him, moaning when he feels how hot you are. “Nipples poking out that top, perky fucking tits swaying as you walk.”

“Toji…” Your protest is weak and pathetic. His words got to you.

“Think I didn’t wanna fuck ya on your eighteenth birthday party too? Already so gorgeous it made me stupid.”

“What? No…”

“Yeah, doll, and you look at me too. Don’t you? Haven’t you always?” You let your head fall back, out in the ocean shoulders deep, goosebumps rising on your breasts, as he slides his finger under your bikini bottom.

“You think I had a crush on you?” He laughs, breath tickling your ear, you tremble at it. You all are very far out and could barely be seen, but still it scares you, that his calloused finger is circling your little clit, that your ass is pressed against him.

“I know ya did, doll. Your eyes eat me up. Looking down my body… down to my cock.” You’re so overheated you can’t breathe, his cock is hard on your back.

“You’re always wearing grey sweats, man whore.” He snorts, nibbling your ear then sliding down your puffy clit, making you cry out softly.

“Admit it, brat.”

“Yes I had a crush on you, ugh. Since I was little. Stupid.” He moans, thick finger going up and down between your soaking lips, already oversensitive, you grip his wrist and arch up and down.

“Desperate for it doll, ain’t ya? For my cock in ya. Did you want me to be your first baby?”

“Shut up.” You say it weak, a breath more than anything. His chest rumbles with laughter. “Conceited shithead.”

“That mouth… can’t wait to-” He shoves a finger in you, making you gasp in pleasure, soaking him. “Ha- shut that mouth up. Fuck ya till you don’t know shit anymore.”

“Shut up. Bet you won’t.”

“We’ll see tonight doll.” He shoves his finger up and down inside your little gummy entrance, hitting that spot, you get dizzy, legs spreading for more, then he slides his fingers out, and you turn, scowling.

“Tease, you’re a tease Toji.” He grins, sliding a hand up to grab your ass again, pushing you against him, so that you’re against his thigh, and his cock is hard against your soft tummy. You gulp.

“Could cum right now just lookin at this pretty face.” He tilts your chin up. “Think I haven’t jacked it to your pictures online?”

“You-creep-ugh!” But it turns you on?

Fuck.

“You post sexy on that Insta thing.” You roll your eyes.

“Instagram? Old man.”

“Old, huh?” You nod, and hiss when he’s shoving his thigh against you, bringing your ass on it. You can’t stop your moan, head falling back, hand desperately gripping the handle of your tumbler.

“Mmm… you’re an old pervert.”

“Am I…”

“Mmnnh. Yep.” He pushes that strong thigh up, and moans.

“You’re so hot f’me, so fuckin desperate. Begging for my cock when you’re this fucking gorgeous?”

“Toji…” You trail off, then you back off as you see Mei and Shiu are in the water, even if they were far out. “We… too much here.”

“I wanna kiss you so fuckin bad, pretty lips make me so hard.” He’s staring at you with such desire his pupils are dilated, making his eyes look black. You struggle to calm yourself, sipping your drink and backing off.

“Wanna kiss me so bad?” He glares, narrowing his eyes, then just gives you a little nod, before you both act ‘normal’ whatever that even was.

***

You just took a shower after the beach, and come down out back to see Toji grilling, and Mei Mei is snuggling on Shiu. They turn when they look at you, and clearly they’re tipsy, while Toji’s eyes slide up and down you in the little dress you’d put on, a little blue sundress.

“Staying the night, Mei?” You ask, coming up to her, and she grins.

“I may, I have drank a lot.”

“No worries! If you need anything tell me.”

“Thank you darling.” She pats your cheek, and Shiu has puppy dog eyes, you wrap an arm around him.

“You like her huh?” You whisper, and he hushes you.

“She’ll hear!” You grin.

“You’re so childish dad.” You shove at him, and he laughs, then you go walk up to Toji, for a moment touching his back then thinking better, but he tensed from just that contact, exhaling.

“You’re so good at grilling.”

“I’m a whole daddy huh.” He winks and you giggle, you can’t help it, before flushing a bit. “Can’t wait to hear you scream it doll.”

“Shh!” You pinch him now and he just grins wide down at you.

“That sundress… fuck, ma.”

“What about it?” Your arm is against his, bare, his is so hot, sweaty, fucking strong…

“Wanna shove it up and bury my face in your pussy.” You’re backing up, you can’t breathe, thinking about it, about… “You want it doll, don’t ya?”

You ignore him, busying yourself, doing anything to avoid it, to avoid the wetness trickling out of your cunt and sticking to your inner thighs. “You’re full of it, huh?”

“You’re gonna be full of this cock, doll.”

***

Mei and your dad have made some excuse to hang out in his room, as if they needed to explain themselves, and you’re cleaning up the dishes while Toji is taking a shower. You can scarcely concentrate, your mind running a million miles a minute, of the pervy asshole, your dad’s best friend, that wouldn’t stop… being sexy?

Ugh.

Suddenly, hands are on your hips, and you jump up, nearly screaming, but a hand comes to your mouth, and Toji’s against you, pressing you against the sink, hard body hot and damp from the shower still. You tense, struggling to breathe, and he eases his hand off, tilting your chin so you look at him, his inky black hair is falling over his forehead, eyes bright as they take you in.

“Shh, doll.” He whispers, sliding his arms around you, one hand lifting up your dress, sliding up to your little lacy panties, pressing up and rubbing you on them. “Fuckin hot f’me, already?”

“Shut up.” He laughs, breathy, tickling your lips, squishing your cheeks and making your lips purse.

“I need these gone.” You tense, then he’s shoved them down your legs, kicking them off your bare feet, kissing the tops of them before sliding up your leg, and your knees lock, you almost fall over as you feel his hands parting your thighs.

“T-Toji… here?” You whisper, he laughs, standing then and you turn to watch him shoving your thong in the pockets of his sweats. “Wha-?”

He’s picking you up before you can speak, and he’s got you up on the kitchen counter, cold marble making you shiver against him, spreading your thighs and shoving the material of your dress up your thighs. He looks at you hungrily, kissing sloppy up your legs, licking trails hot and sticky, and your hands go into his damp hair, hips bucking up.

“That’s it, be my lil slut, doll. Yank that hair and put me there.” You should hate that talk, but no, you love it, and you do, you shove his face against your soaked little pussy, right on the counter, when anyone could walk out and see. “Mmmh, so fuckin yummy.”

“Toji!” You whisper, crying out and shoving a hand on your face, as he’s licking up your cunt then, hungry, and looking at you with those dark forest eyes, hungry as he sucks on your clit. You’re gushing all over, and he’s slurping you up, until you’re close so fast it’s stupid, body tense.

He hums on your clit, and you start cumming, shoving his face up for more, that stubble against your lips driving you nuts, you’re grinding on him, fucking shameless, and you’re soaked now, all down his face. He’s slurping it up, moaning, big hands grabbing your ass and shoving even deeper, until his tongue is deep inside your entrance.

You’re throbbing around it, as he laps up your essence, so hungry for you it makes you even more turned on, and you’re biting back a scream, head slamming back against the cabinet with a thud. He’s relentless against you, tongue fucking you as his fingers slide in, stretching your delicate skin.

“That’s it doll, fuckin pulsing all around my fingers. Nasty lil slut f’me.” You whimper, helpless, as he leans his head up, groaning and spitting on your pussy, licking your cum off his lips and grinning, watching the saliva slip down your lips.

“Please, please…” You’re whimpering, and he laughs softly, spreading his spit all around your already soaked lips, nipping on your clit then, you jerk at it. “Please…”

“Please what, doll? Fuckin can’t hear ya.” You take a shaky breath, as he scissors you with his thick fingers, bringing you close again, the pressure hitting so hard you can’t take it.

“Fuck you Toji.” He scowls, as you glare, then he grabs you, dropping you to your knees on the floor and holding you by your throat, tight as fuck, you can barely breathe when he’s got his sweats down.

“Runnin that mouth. Let me shut it the fuck up.” Suddenly he’s shoving his thick cock in your throat, and you moan softly around it, he hisses, his other hand yanking you by your ponytail. “Lemme fuck that little throat.”

“Ngh!” You’re drooling all over his cock, as he’s choking you, you can’t even breathe.

“Remember the taps?” He whispers, you nod, tapping, then he’s fucking your throat so mean , so nasty, grunting as his tip thickens, bullying its way until you’re swallowing all of his cock.

Your feel lightheaded, just when he lets your throat go, and you try to breathe through your nose, until he holds it close, bottoming out in your throat and moaning, you wiggle, unable to breathe at all now. He’s fucking your throat quicker, harder, and you can’t even grasp his thighs to tap, nearly blacking out, gasping and crying, tapping him finally.

“Fuck, doll…” He releases you immediately, and you hold your throat, tears streaming down your face, he helps you  up, caressing your face. “You’re so fuckin gorgeous with these tears, ya know that?”

You manage to shake you head, throat killing you, trying to come to, and he frowns then.

“Too much?” You manage to shake your head, and he exhales, kissing you then, tasting himself, as you taste yourself, moaning into his mouth. He picks you up, and you cling to him eagerly. “You did so fuckin good f’me, doll.”

“I did?” He nods, moaning and kissing you deeply, the praise making you even wetter as you come to, sucking in air greedy.

“Best fuckin blow job I’ve had.” He’s carrying you then, out of the damn kitchen you all had been precariously fucking around in, and finally you’re in your room, and he’s locking it quietly, carrying you to your bed. He leans up, yanking your dress up and off you. “Perfect fuckin body.”

“Toji… you don’t have to say those things. I wanna fuck you already.” He glares, big hand on your throat again, already sore, you wriggle in his hold, eyes wide.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean, I ain’t gassin you up. Your body’s so fucking sexy to me. Every inch. Got it?” You feel tears again, this time from how he looks at you, so hungry for you, so intense. “I’ll kiss every inch of you.”

“T-Toji… mmm…” He releases your throat, kissing down your throat, and you cry out softly, hands gripping his thick shoulders. “That’s sweet?”

He laughs darkly, tickling your neck, as his hand slides between your bare thighs, rubbing up and down your glistening pussy. “Sweet, me? Ya lost too much oxygen, there, doll.”

“Shush. It is sweet… mmm!” He smacks you cunt, making it sting, and then rubs his fingers side to side on your clit.

“I’m just telling you the truth. Perfect face. Perfect tits. Curves so soft… thighs that squeeze the fuck outta me. Tight little cunt. Fuck, I even like your little feet.” You giggle at that, as he sucks on a nipple, making you even wetter on his hand.

“Thank you, Toji. I love your body too. It’s perfect.” You run your hands down his strong back, and he pauses, looking up at you, for a moment, intense.

“Course ya do, doll. Ya want that big cock don’t ya?” You nod, reaching down now, feeling him hot and hard in your hand. He groans, yanking your hand up then, pressing your wrists up with his tight grip.

“Please, Toji. I want it. Please.” You arch your ass up, and he tenses, grip tight as he kisses up between your breasts, licking a line between them.

“Ya sure you’re ready, pretty doll?” You nod, and he exhales, positioning himself at your entrance, looking at you, hair falling, you ache to brush it back. “Vanilla, remember?”

You giggle at that, shaking your head. “I don’t see Toji Fushiguro fucking vanilla. It doesn’t compute.” You lean your hips up, as he presses, teasing your soaking entrance, rubbing it up and down against your clit until you’re wriggling.

“Just the first time, doll.” He lets your wrists go, and you think wildly, just what are you doing, begging to lose your virginity from Toji? In your childhood room? And yeah, your plushies are judging you. But… “Hang on to me.”

You tentatively grip his shoulders, and he kisses you, softer than he has before, and you fall into it, fuck it feels good…

Then he thrusts inside you, so thick, hard, long… you can’t hold in your cry of pain when he breaks past that last little barrier of resistance you had. You feel like you’re burning, this insane pressure in you too much, you’re sobbing against his lips, and he groans, grabbing your face and pausing, looking down at you.

“Doll, you okay?” You manage a nod, but you can’t breathe, blinding pain when he eases back and pushes in, further how was he deeper!? He bites his lower lip, eyes shutting for a moment. “You’re too tight, fuck… relax baby.”

“Can’t… t’much.” You whisper out, and he pulls out again, shoving in again, and now it didn’t sting, but you were so full , it felt so…

“Look at me, baby.” You manage to focus on his face, tense with concentration, he slides a hand down between you both, lifting one of your legs over his arm and using the other to toy with your clit. “Focus on it for a minute… fuck you’re too tight… please fuckin loosen up.”

“I don’t know how , virgin, duh!” He grits his teeth, resting his forehead on you, breaths on your lips, and your nails dig into his arms. “Toji…”

“Focus on your clit baby. Please, fuck.” You shut your eyes, trying to focus on where he’s overstimulating your clit, and then you start to relax, as he exhales, pulling back again, then thrusting all the way in, bottoming out against your cervix. He’s so thick, stretching you, as you get wetter with his play.

It starts to feel…

“Toji! Mmm…” You lift your hips experimentally, and open your eyes to see him studying you so intently, eyes drinking you in, two fingers swirling your clit now.

“Better, doll?” You nod, and he breathes out, kissing you deeply, pushing in again, lifting your leg up more. “Perfect pussy. Perfect. Ready?”

You inhale sharply. “Yeah, I think?” He starts thrusting with a rhythm now, fucking into you, and it feels so good, the stretch and him hitting spots you never knew were there. You start moaning, and he covers your mouth with his hand.

“Quiet doll. Can’t have company in here.” You flush at his grin, then he leans his head back, groaning softly. “F-fuckk… so fucking…”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth now,, and you eagerly suck on them, while he starts railing you now, so deep, hips snapping as he overtakes everything. He’s sweating above you, dripping from his body onto yours, getting up on his knees and yanking you down hard on his cock then, you scream around his fingers, drooling as pressure builds in your core.

“That’s it doll. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Your eyes roll back, as he realeases your mouth, slamming his against yours, pressing your thighs up high so he’s abusing your cervix, the hair above his cock grinding against your aching clit. “Say it, doll, say it.”

“Mmm.. you’re… fuck… Daddy. ” He growls, shoving deep and pressing your thighs against your breasts, and you’re cumming so hard you can’t handle, he quickly throws a hand on your mouth to cover your screams.

“Cum all over daddy’s cock, lil’ slut. Good girl.” You’re squirting wetness all around his thick cock, and his pupils are blown out in your dark little room, then he’s fucking you harder, deeper, the bed springs creaking with the force, and the headboard starts smacking on the wall.

“Ngh!” You’re drooling all over, your cunt around his cock throbbing, and he hisses at the sensation, holding the headboard now, tall and domineering with his big body on you, caressing your lips then.

“Fuckin gorgeous little girl. Keep cumming for daddy.” You nod, eagerly, as he uses the new angle to hit some spot in your walls that make you cum again, you grit your teeth not to scream. “Gorgeous when you cum on my cock. Again, doll, you can do it again.”

You feel like you’ll die, like you cant breathe, but as he keeps fucking you, you get close again, as one of his hands slides up and squeezes your breast, smacking it lightly, leaning back down over you. Every muscle in his body is bunched up, tense, as he rolls his hips and shoves that cock against your cervix, pressing against it so hard you wriggle uncontrollably.

“Toji… s’good…”

“Daddy.” He smacks your other tit now, and you hiss. “Say Daddy, fuckin brat. Do it.”

“You’re freaky-ah!”

“Am-ha-I freaky? I’m being gentle, fuckin brat.” He leans down, hands both on your face now, looking down as he pushes in deep and doesn’t move, making you fall apart under him. “Want me to choke ya again? Like a lil slut?”

“Choke me daddy .” He exhales, desire clear in his eyes, his lips parted, and he wraps that big hand on your throat again, squeezing the sides, so good as you feel your head fuzzy.

“Gonna fuck you hard, doll. Got it?” You nod, against his grip, then he starts fucking you mean, thrusts smacking loud in the room, and your cunt is so wet. “Hear that lil cunt, squelching? Fuckin slutty cunt.”

“Unh…” You’re gasping, as you see glitter and stars, as Toji wrecks the pussy he’d just taken for the first time, merciless, and you’re cumming again.

“Can’t help yourself, cumming all over Daddy’s cock? You fuckin love this, perfect slit f’me.” You eat up his nasty words, as your vision gets blurred, and you’re cumming all over him. “Fuck… doll .”

He pauses, easing his grip, your cunt gushes wetness everywhere, down your thighs, down his stomach, and you can hear how wet you are, as he fucks easier and easier in your little pussy. He slows some, grabbing you everywhere, your waist, your hips, your face, until he’s laying on you, his weight so heavy, hot hard body on your soft one.

“Fuckin in love with this pussy.” He whispers, and you tremble, tears of pain and pleasure in your eyes when he pulls you on his cock. “I’m never lettin it go.”

“Toji…” He smacks you lightly, and you moan, arching your back. “Daddy…”

“Good girl.” He’s kissing you, rolling thrusts hitting that spot over and over, so wet you’re slippery now. “Perfect little slut. Perfect little pussy.” He pauses, exhaling and then glaring down at you, gripping you bruising, his cock twitching in you. “Fuck.. Imma cum. Where…”

“Um, on me? I… dunno… where…” He smiles a bit, slowing more, a little gentle almost, so different than what he’d been doing.

“Kiss me, doll.” You’re surprised, blinking, but your wrap your arms around his neck, tongue sliding into his mouth, as he grips you tight, rhythm jerky now. “Cum one more time f’me, like a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You are unironically calling him that. It’s hot too?

Fuck.

You cum one last time, and he’s groaning quietly, brows drawn together, and he pulls back then, you feel him jerking his cock, and sticky white ropes paint your overheated skin. He keeps cumming too, all over your soft tummy, your ribs, between your breasts, and he’s kissing you now, oddly affectionate, you fall into his kisses, sighing into his lips.

“That pussy? I’ve never fucked anything close to it.” You tremble at his words, eyes mirroring your desire.

“Really? But… you’ve fucked a lot yeah?”

He licks his scar, smirking then. “Yeah, fucked a lot. Never felt anything like ya cummin on my cock. Gets so tight…” He eases back, looking down your body, then he pauses a bit. “I go too rough doll?”

“No, when you started going harder I was ready. Just at first…” You look down too, shoving your thighs closed, blushing furiously. “Oh… I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what, it’s natural.” He brushes your hair back softly. “Let me run to the bathroom, I’ll clean ya up.”

You just nod, laying your head back and the room is nearly spinning, as you stare up at your ceiling, still adorned with those glow and the dark stars from middle school. You try to calm your breathing down, as your cunt is aching, burning… and you struggle not to get that blood between your thighs on your bed.

He’s back quickly, shutting the door silently, and he wipes you between your thighs with a washcloth, as your legs close in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me doll.” You have no choice, he’s got one hand on your face, forcing you too. “It’s just the first time. Don’t be embarrassed with me.”

You nod a bit, as he finishes cleaning you up, then cleans your tummy and waist carefully, kissing down where he does. He’s then back between your thighs, and you hiss as his tongue flicks up your slit again.

“Toji… what…”

“I hurt her a bit. Apologizing.” You giggle then, shaking your head, brushing his inky black hair back.

“You don’t have to. I liked it. A lot.”

He peeks up at you, planting a loud kiss on your pussy. “Let me and her talk, I wasn’t inviting you to our conversation.”

You roll your eyes with another laugh, that turns into a gasp, as he spreads your thighs, licking your sore lips, your swollen clit. “Toji… don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to do shit doll. Want to.” He’s watching you as he licks you, pressing on your tummy then, flicking his tongue so fast on your clit you can’t stand it. “Let me taste you on my mouth all night, doll, fuckin taste like candy ma.”

“Fuck you’re hot… damn it… Toji can’t cum again, t’much! Mmm!” He’s relentless with oddly gently flicks, hands cupping your breasts as he’s lapping you up, twisting your nipples an dpinching them. Your legs shake, and you grip your blankets in tight fists.

“One more time f’me. Got me drunk on this fuckin pussy, doll, don’t ya?” You have no clue what he really means, but when he moans on your clit, you do cum again, and he drinks you up. No other word, you hear him sucking it all up, leaving you weak, exhausted.

He kisses up your body, god you’re not even functioning anymore, until he’s caressing your face, not squeezing it like usual.

“Did it hurt, baby?” He’s oddly caring as he asks.

“Only at the start, then it was… good.” He laughs as he watches you turn bright pink. “It was better than good. Fucking amazing?”

“Good, I didn’t want it to hurt but…”

“You’re huge.”

“You’re tiny.”

You both say it at the same time, then you’re flushed again, as he runs a thumb down your lip, popping it between them for a moment.

“Don’t want you to regret it.” You blink back tears, shaking your head, cupping his face then, thumb running down his scar.

“No, Toji, not at all. I’m glad it was you. As stupid, wreckless, outright wrong as it all is, it felt really right.”

He gulps, kissing you again. “Makin me stupid with that cunt.”

“You make me stupid.”

“Yeah?” You nod, and then he sighs, looking at the clock. “Wish I could sleep next to…”

You both pause at that. You look up at him curiously.

“It’s just fun, yeah?” You ask softly, and he nods.

“Yeah, just fun. Teaching ya how to be a lil slut f’me.” You nod, but then when he kisses you again… “Wanna sleep with ya so I can fuck ya in your sleep.”

“Uh-huh, bet you do.” You tease him, and could swear you see his face redden just a bit, but it’s dark, right?

“Rest up doll, not going easy on ya again.” Your eyes widen.

“Easy on me!?”

“Yeah, not happening again.” He pops a kiss on your forehead, contradicting his words. “Gonna rail that perfect cunt so hard, wreck it for anyone.”

“Toji what the…”

He kisses you deeply, tongue sweeping your mouth, swirling around your tongue. “Love these pretty lips.”

“Toji…”

“Gotta go.” He leaves you, but he covers you first with a blanket, glaring as you look at him. “It’s cold in here.”

He turns and pulls up his sweats, carefully heading to your door. “Hey… Toji?” You whisper, and he turns, his usually cocky face disoriented. You pull your blanket up a  bit and sit. “Good… Night.” You can’t figure out what you wanted to say. Your brain is fried by his cock.

“Night, doll.” He heads out, and you suddenly feel alone, in your little room, and you still feel him, taste him, smell him, all over you.

Toji Fushiguro just took your virginity.

And next time he’s not going easy on you.

Your mind races because…

Maybe he has ruined you already.

Chapter 5

Ch on A03:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57496135/chapters/146903041

[august-anon]

Here's a dialogue prompt if you want it... "More please?" with ler!Kravitz and lee!Taako?

I did not really edit this, please be gentle with me lol. Thank you for being so patient, I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you so much for the prompt!

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Ask and Receive

Fandom: The Adventure Zone

Ship(s): Taakitz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Taako/Ler!Kravitz

Word Count: 1631 words

Summary: Kravitz is a bit too smart for Taako's own good. Taako should know by now that he can't keep secrets from Kravitz.

[ao3 link]

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It wasn’t fair how smart Kravitz was, in Taako’s extremely humble opinion.

It seemed like he could see through anything and everything. He had managed to dig up almost all of Taako’s secrets and slip through all his lies, white or not, and he had done it with such grace and gentleness that Taako couldn’t even be mad at him. In fact, it was almost disgustingly romantic, how he could see past Taako’s walls so easily.

But there were still a few secrets Taako held closely to his chest. A few secrets from their hundred years of plane-hopping, a few secrets he promised friends he’d keep (and as much of an asshole Taako knew he was, he kept his promises), and a few secrets of his own that he couldn’t bear to part with just yet.

Most of which were just painfully silly.

And one of which, Taako was beginning to think was more trouble than it was worth to keep.

A guy had cravings, after all. Cravings that Kravitz could easily solve with a few wiggling fingers and a handful of teasing words, or vice versa on some days. And it wasn’t like Kravitz had never tickled him, or that he had never tickled Kravitz, but it was always painfully brief. It left him feeling more starved than if he hadn’t had the playful contact at all.

But Taako was nothing if not prideful. There was nothing that would get him to admit it.

Well, almost nothing.

Because Kravitz was smart, as previously stated, and unfairly so. Kravitz picked up on Taako’s behavior. Kravitz was good at learning what made Taako tick. It was only natural that Kravitz would pick up on his little quirk eventually, try as he might to hide it.

So when Kravitz pulled back from his most recent tickle-attack (that Taako may or may not have deliberately provoked him into), eyeing Taako with a calculating look, Taako knew he was in trouble.

“I’m not so sure I should reward you for bad behavior,” Kravitz said.

Taako swallowed insteading of jumping straight into his defense, trying to keep himself from stuttering nervously. “Reward? You think that torture is a reward?” He asked.

Kravitz frowned, though there was a glint in his eye and one of his dimples was jumping. “I suppose I read your reactions wrong, then. Though, if it really is torture for you, I won’t do it anymore. I’ll have to find another playful punishment for you.”

A wounded noise escaped Taako before he could contain it. He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, and felt his cheeks flush. Kravitz looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

“That is what you want, isn’t it, Taako?” He said. “I wouldn’t want to torture you.”

Taako pressed his lips together in a thin line, huffing through his nose. He had just dug his own grave. Now he had two options: tell Kravitz the truth, or live the rest of his days under this lie and never get tickled by his boyfriend again.

And oh, how he wanted to be tickled by Kravitz. He had musician’s fingers, long and nimble. They could do wicked things to Taako, things that he spent hours daydreaming about. Taako watched as they tapped in a staccato rhythm against Kravitz’s knee, teasing and tempting. Kravitz knew exactly what he was doing.

But Taako was a stubborn elf. If his secret was going to be out, it was going to be out on his terms. He would not blush at Kravitz’s teasing. He was not giving in. It was simply… time to show his hand, so to speak. So Taako jutted out his chin, defiant and proud in the falsest of ways, and refused to hide behind his hands as he so desperately wanted to. He let his fingers twist into his skirt, the only outward sign of his anxiety, to keep his hands firmly in his lap.

“I don’t hate it,” Taako eventually managed to force out.

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you lied to me?”

Taako bit his lip. “Just a little.”

Kravitz crossed his arms, eyebrow still infuriatingly raised. “I’m not sure I should reward you for that behavior, either.”

Taako deflated, slumping into the couch and whining. He finally gave in, bringing his hands up to cover his flushing face, though he knew his red ears would give him away. He heard Kravitz chuckle and he curled into himself even further.

“Oh, come now, dear, don’t be like that. Maybe if you ask nicely, you’ll get what you want.”

Taako groaned and slipped further down the couch. He felt Kravitz shift on the couch, and Taako assumed he had turned toward Taako expectantly. Taako swallowed his pride.

“More, please?”

“More what, dear?”

Taako’s hands flew off his face. “Goddammit, Krav, just tickle me!”

Kravitz huffed. “I should make you ask nicely, but…”

Before Taako could process it, Kravitz had pulled his legs up so he was lying lengthwise on the couch and straddled his lap to pin him. Taako yelped and raised his hands in defense, but Kravitz quickly grabbed them and pulled them off to the side, out of the way. Taako’s eyes went wide as he gazed up at Kravitz.

Kravitz smirked. “Now that we’re past that stage of things, why don’t you tell me where you’d like to be tickled?”

Taako choked, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. Kravitz’s smirk stretched into a grin and a shiver went down Taako’s spine.

“Well? I can’t tickle you unless you tell me.”

Taako desperately wished he could cover his face. His ears flicked in embarrassment as he wiggled and squirmed under Kravitz, tugging on his captive arms. He had no escape.

Then again, he did ask for this.

“Stomach?” He practically whispered.

Kravitz’s free hand immediately travelled to his belly, untucking his shirt and slipping under it without hesitation. Taako was squealing before Kravitz’s hand even touched down. His body jolted when Kravitz started scratching at his stomach, his struggling and tugging on his arms getting even more weak.

Taako was a wizard, okay. He couldn’t be expected to break out of Kravitz’s grip, and especially not under these circumstances.

“You’re adorable like this,” Kravitz said over his laughter. “I don’t know why you tried to hide it for so long.”

Taako wanted to tell Kravitz to shut up, but he was sure that would earn him another bout of I shouldn’t reward you for that, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. Metaphorically, at least. Physically, his mouth was open in a bright, giggly grin, and he had no hope of keeping it shut any time soon.

Taako half-wished he could roll off the edge of the couch, but Kravitz’s legs kept him firmly in place. He writhed like a worm under the single hand Kravitz had on his stomach, the touch just dancing along the line of “too light.” The sparky, zinging sensations could be delicious in their own way, of course, but they were a very specific kind of torture, and Taako wasn’t sure if he could handle that on top of all the teasing. Then, Kravitz’s touch lightened even further as he wiggled his fingers against Taako’s lower belly, and Taako arched his back with a high-pitched squeal.

“No no no!” Taako squealed, kicking his legs. “Please, please!”

Kravitz laughed above him. “What? I thought you wanted this!”

“Too light!” Taako cried out.

Kravitz laughed again, only lightening his touch further. “What, dear? Can’t take it?”

Taako’s giggles were frantic and bubbly and borderline hysterical. It was absolutely wonderful, but he could hardly stand it. He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin with how badly it tickled.

“More, please!” Taako shrieked, barely capable of words with all the sensations zinging around in his brain.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Kravitz said. “Pick a new spot.”

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), Taako’s brain was beyond fried and distracted. Stupidly, he couldn’t help but blurt out his worst weakness.

“Ribs!”

Taako went from bubbly giggles to shrieking cackles in a matter of seconds. He arched his back, trying instinctively to buck Kravitz off of him with no success. Not that he necessarily wanted to succeed.

Kravitz’s blunt nails scratched against each rib on one side, while his fingers gently vibrated in between them on the other. The conflicting sensations wreaked havoc on Taako’s nerves. Tears of mirth sprung to Taako’s eyes as he cackled and he tugged fruitlessly on his arms to try and pin them to his sides.

“How’s that?” Kravitz asked, and though his tone was teasing, Taako knew he meant the question genuinely.

Taako could only nod in response. It was perfect. It sated the hunger that had been under his skin for so long, and Taako could practically feel the sparks of joy shooting through his chest. Or maybe that was just the ticklish jolts consuming his entire ribcage.

It was a few more long minutes before Kravitz slowed his fingers, releasing Taako’s wrists to reach up and wipe away his laughter-induced tears while his other hand continued gently skittering around his torso. The light tickling wasn’t quite so unbearable this time, at least not as a cool-down. If he kept at it for too long, Taako was sure he’d be squirming and begging again in no time.

“How are you doing?” Kravitz asked, and Taako opened his eyes to see Kravitz’s large grin.

Taako took a few deep breaths before saying, “More, please?”

Kravitz tossed his head back with a laugh before leaning down to press a quick kiss against Taako’s giggling lips.

“Where to next?”

Taako had a lot more spots in mind before he’d be ready for Kravitz to stop.

[f4iryfever]

Description: You're his girlfriend and you baked him a cake and surprised him

Pairings: Remus x reader

Which year?: Hogwarts year 5, 1975

Warnings: food, fluff, loads of hugs and kisses 

Inspiration: One thing by One Direction

Being the girlfriend of a guy who turns into a werewolf once a month and is obsessed with chocolates is a true blessing. Today is your boyfriend, Remus Lupin's 16th birthday and you wanted him to have a birthday that he'll never forget which is why you're currently in the kitchen with the house elves

"Krafty can you check on the chocolate cake please" You ordered the light elf as you continued to decorate the chocolate cookies that you made; you heard the oven open leaving a delicious scent in the kitchen then close but the smell still lingered and became oddly near you

"Krafty has got the chocolate cake for Y/n L/n" The happy looking elf presented you the brown cake proudly, the cake was well baked and looked absolutely mouthwatering. You could eat it right there and then but stopped yourself

"Thank you Krafty" You took the cake from his grasp and placed it on the counter near you and you went back into business with the cookies, you added the letter S to the last cookie before moving away from your masterpiece to check if it is perfect

'Happy Birthday Remus' You wrote on each of the treats as a proud smile creeped up to your face, you heard loud laughter booming through the walls of the kitchen and saw three boys coming in

"Hey y/n/n, we did what you told us to!" Peter squealed merrily with a big smile before starting to sniff the room "Ooh what is that delicious smell?" He asked looking at the other two boys in confusion

"It's the cake and cookies" You moved aside to show them your hard work, the boys strolled over and their eyes bulged open so wide their eyes were close to coming out of their sockets "Woah y/n they look absolutely splendid!" Sirius gushed picking up a cookie, he moved it near his mouth but you snatched it away from him carefully so the writing wouldn't mess up "Not now Padfoot" You glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender

"Okay so the plan is to surprise him?" James inquired with a raised eyebrow and you nodded, you wanted to surprise Remus because you knew he didn't want anything and he has told the boys that he doesn't want them to waste any money or time on him and obviously you and the boys didn't listen

"Okay so we'll-" "Not so fast Prongs" You cut him off mid sentence holding tightly onto him, Sirius and Peter so they don't squirm away "You three will help me to decorate the cake" The black haired and curly haired boys groaned in ignorance as you rolled your eyes at their childish behaviour "I love decorating!" The small boy jumped excitedly with a small giggle causing the boys to glare at him and you to laugh at him

"Let's get started boys!"

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"Sirius Orion Black, you try to eat that cookie again and you'll wake up bald" You threatened your annoying friend for the hundredth time making the other two laugh again as you glared at them once again, the grey eyed boy gasped dramatically using one hand to comb through his hair

You rolled your eyes at his irritating presence and he chuckled at how easy it is to infuriate you.

The four of you successfully managed to go to the common room without spilling or ruining anything, just like the other boys you threatened everyone who tried to touch the cake or take a taste of it

You heard your best friend, Lily Evans talking to your boyfriend about the Transfiguration exam coming up next week. "Okay wormtail go" You demanded the short boy and he nodded clearing his throat saying the password to the fat lady before strolling in the large red room causing the attention inside to go on him "Hello Remus, my old friend" "Uh Remus I'm sorry but i have to go to the toilet" "Take your time"

You saw the red head motioning you guys to come in, you followed her instructions as you and the others tip toed across the room to get to Remus who is now in a deep conversation with Peter about muggle cars "Woah so they never heard of flying cars!" The blonde boy's eyes widened slamming his hands on the wooden table moving closer to the Sandy haired "Nope they find it freaky deaky"

You always loved it when Remus used slang, it suited him and you loved hearing the words sliding off his mouth so smoothly. "Groovy" You heard Peter mutter under his breath before Lily covered Remus' eyes surprising him "Who's there?" He squealed out in a high pitched voice and his book fell from his open hands

You stifled in a giggle placing the cake onto the table and Sirius placed the cookies on the other side of the brown table before Lily took her hands off his face "Happy Birthday Remus!" You chuckled at his face as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned a deep red

He stared at the cake for a while then turned to you to stare in awe for a minute then copied the same actions on our other friends before turning back to me with tears glazing over his eyes "Y-you did this?" He pointed his finger at the cake and cookies

You nodded with a small smile "Yeah" You breathed out, a smile broke onto his face as he leaped over to you squishing your cheeks and colliding your lips with his. You were taken aback by the sudden action as you relaxed under his touch before softly placing your hands on his cheeks kissing him back 

You heard Lily and Peter aww at the sight and the other two boys gagged at it playfully, you heard the two whine out an ow

"Save that for the bedroom" You laughed into the kiss breaking the two of you apart, Remus slapped Sirius on the arm playfully as Sirius kept on chuckling. James mimicked the scene earlier making you roll your eyes and mess his hair "Ah not the hair!"

"It's messy anyway Jamie"

"Guys..." You all turned around to the timid voice of the blond only to see his once blue eyes turn dark as his eyes lingered on the cake as if it was going to run away from him

You all looked at each other holding in a laugh before turning back to Peter who held his stare "When are we going to eat the cake?" Drool was practically falling from his mouth, the sight disgusted you all yet was amusing

You looked back at Remus who only motioned his head towards his dorm room with a smirk, you giggled getting up "We're just going to play some games in my room" Your boyfriend announced holding your hand and leading you to his messy shared dorm

"Yeah me and Prongs are going to prank Snivellus" Sirius picked the brown eyed boy by the collar so he too doesn't drool at the sight of his long time crush, Lily Evans, and ran out of the warm room leaving the red head by herself wondering why she became friends with such backstabbers

"Well I gotta skitty" She scurried away as fast as possible so he doesn't ask any questions, the boy stayed on his seat not caring if his friends left nor minding the loud noises coming from his dorm room "Cookies and cakes you're mine!"

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a/n: this is kinda bad ngl but I MADE THIS IN 2 HOURS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF

[luasworkshop]

17. Threesome + 'let me hear you' and/or 'does that feel good?' for Turel x Julian + Sex Elf Jinana, just like the artwork? ;) (I mean... ok Julian is a known screamer but it's funny to encourage him lmao) - the-iron-orchid

Oh yeah, absolutely - smut under the cut. (Goes with this image.)

Turel, despite his size, does always have his own tenderness, but he is certainly not incapable of roughness – there is a most delicate joy of letting the experiences of another guide his hand in pleasure for all.

Jinana delicately adjusts one of Turel’s tight locs back over the shell of his ear, watching contentedly as he pulls Julian by his thighs to take every inch of his cock.

“Does that feel good, darling?” S/he asks as though the deep shuddering gasp from the prone redhead wasn’t indicative enough.

He whimpers something incoherently in reply, vague and full of pleading want, his legs instinctually wrapping around Turel’s waist.

“I think you’re going to have to fuck him harder, Turel.” S/he says with a curl of laughter around the edges of it.

Turel, moving with the patience and poise of a monolith, obediently, rises to his knees for a better angle. With his position thus shifted, Jinana stands at nearly hir full height behind him, arms wrapped casually around his shoulders. Leaning against the warm expanse of his broad back has proven to be a perfect vantage point, where Julian can watch hir subtle but familiar expressions as Turel takes his time at hir guidance to absolutely wreck him.

His large hands are soft against Julian’s thighs as he arranges him just so, such that he can begin a gentle rhythm downward, rocking into him at first gently, but with an increasing pace and depth. Julian’s grip on his own wrists is white-knuckled even as his pale skin flushes pink all the way down the expanse of his chest. Turel rumbles contentedly at the moan Julian makes as his own shaft twitches deep inside of him. Hazel eyes narrowed in pleasure, his broad smile is full of warmth as each thrust of him is enough to shake Julian’s whole frame. It is not just Turel’s cock, but each shuddering thrust, each motion that pushes him further against the floor (pressed up to the edge of the bed as he is, totally prone and long limbs akimbo) that shakes his spine and ribs that makes him make small, eager noises.

Jinana adjusts hirself a little against Turel’s back, crossing one leg behind the other, placing almost all of hir weight against him. If he notices, it is no matter for him to carry, and his motions do not slow. Like a sea-smoothed boulder in the sun, he’s deeply comfortable. “Oh Julian, let’s hear you” S/he says with hir familiar, gentle tone of self-assured authority.

The moan that utters from his frame is almost enough to startle himself when he hears it. Each of Turel’s motions is punctuated with an articulated gasp, giving an almost musical lilt to their congress. Turel tips his head back slightly as Jinana runs a hand over his hair. His pace against Julian has increased to a fervor, slapping Julian’s cock against his belly. There is a noise somewhere deep in Turel’s chest, not so much heard as felt, and laying against his back, it resonates against Jinana’s core.

Julian can’t articulate his wants harder, rougher, more, more, more, but each of his wailing, gasping, breaths sends the message clear enough. Jinana sighs with contentment against Turel’s shoulder, still gently playing with his hair.

“Come in him, Turel.” S/he languidly breathes against his skin. “Julian, when you are ready.”

There is a massive shudder through Turel, tightness radiating from his core, he pulls Julian’s legs as tightly around him as he can manage, articulating some sort of noise heard only by snakes and stones. The warmth pooling inside Julian, pressed tightly around him tips him over the edge as well, though his noises are far from so subtle. It is a wail of utter human ecstasy, misery, want, and need as he spills, up-side-down as he is, enough to splatter along his cheek.

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ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Word count: 1679

Warning: Enough fluff to kill you.

Title: ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s your Omega’s birthday and you can’t wait to take him out to celebrate!

(Gif not mine credit to the owner!)

🐙-You were excited to spend the day with your sweet Omega on his birthday! You had planned this day a week in advance just to make sure everything was perfect.

🐙-You didn’t tell him where you were taking him, wanting to surprise him when you pulled up to place. You excitedly pecked him on the cheek when he climbed into the car. He let out a quiet squeak before slumping into the leather chair in a blushing mess.

🐙-Your Omega was so adorable! Your Alpha purred at the sight of him.

🐙-“Happy Birthday, Omega! I can’t wait until we get there! We are gonna have so much fun today, Tamaki.” You beamed, pulling away from the curb and driving to the destination.

***

🐙-You parked the car and turned to him. You had made him close his eyes five minutes before you got there just to see his face when he opened his eyes are saw where you were.  

🐙-“Okay! Open up, Tama.” You grinned, loving the way his indigo eyes reflected the sunlight hitting them.

🐙-“A carnival?” He questioned, looking at the twirling rides and white and red striped tents.

🐙-“Yeah! I am glad today is your birthday since this is their last weekend here.” You said, getting out of the car.

🐙-You walked over to his side and opened his door for him. Once his feet hit the ground you scooped him up in a hug. You Alpha nearly purring at his sweet smell rubbing off on you.

🐙-You should have scented him before you went into a crowd with a bunch of Alphas but you knew he would short circuit if you scented him it in public. For now, you were content in leaving a little of your scent on him with the hug.

🐙-“Are you excited, Omega? I asked Mirio if you ever been to a carnival before and he said no. I thought it would be cool to do something you haven't done before.” You said, pulling away and looking up until into his blushing face.

🐙-“Yeah, it seems fun.” He stuttered, still feeling the warmth of your body against his.

🐙-His Omega was begging him to stay wrapped up in your arms all day but he pushed his Omega’s thoughts down. His Alpha had planned this trip for him and he was gonna enjoy every second of it.

🐙-“Well come on Omega! The fun is about to begin!” You smiled, taking his hand and tugging him to the entrance.

***

🐙-You and Tamaki stood in line at the very first ride you saw. It was a huge roller coaster that had so many loops and turns it made you head spin just looking at it.

🐙-“There are so many sweet treats I know you are dying to try! Let’s get on a few rides before we start hitting up the food stands. I don’t want my Omega getting sick on their birthday!” You laughed, loving the way Tamaki was trying to hide with his face stuffed in your chest.

🐙-“Y/N...” Tamaki mumbled, nuzzling more into your chest.

🐙-“What’s up? If it’s about the food we don’t have to wait if you are hungry now. It’s your birthday so we are gonna do whatever you want.” You hummed, rubbing a hand down his back.

🐙-“I don’t think I can go on this ride.” He said, shivering a little.

🐙-Your Alpha sat up immediately, her protective instincts rushing forward.

🐙-“What’s wrong, Tamaki? Did I mess up? Are you afraid of roller coasters?” You asked, you heart stalling at the thought of ruining your poor Omegas birthday.

🐙-You had planned the perfect day and not taken into account that Tamaki might not like roller coasters.

🐙-“No, Alpha! I am willing to try them but I would prefer if we went on the ones that have more than one bar holding you down in place.” He mumbled, embarrassed at his own fear.

🐙-The smile bounced right back on your face.

🐙-“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s go find another ride. This one looks like it would give us a headache anyways.” You hummed, dropping a peck on his forehead before pulling him away.

***

🐙-After a few rides, you and Tama finally hit up the food stands. Your Omega looked like he didn’t eat a lot but thanks to his quirk he could put away quite a lot of food.

🐙-“What do you want, baby? The turkey legs look good. I could go for a couple of hot dogs though.” You pointed out, looking at the menu.

🐙-From the corner of your eye, you saw Tamaki eyeing the ice cream vendor not too far from you.

🐙-You knew he wouldn’t ask for ice cream if you didn’t push him. He had wanted to pay for his ticket at the door. You had lightly scratched the back of his scalp and told him you were paying for everything today. He had melted in your grasp and didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

🐙-He usually wouldn’t let you spend a dime on him if it wasn’t needed.

🐙-Like you would sit by and let your Omega go dessertless after a meal. That was unthinkable. Your Alpha was determined to spoil your soft-spoken Omega.

🐙-“I think I will get a turkey leg and some chili fries if that is okay, Alpha?” Tama asked nervously eyeing the prices on the menu and looking back at you.

🐙-“Of course! You know what! I am feeling some fries too. How about I buy us a large order of chili fries to share?” You convinced, look sideways at your gentle mate.

🐙-You knew a small order of fries and a turkey leg wasn’t gonna fill him up so you would buy a big plate for him and pretend you were eating your fill.

🐙-He perked up at the suggestion.

🐙-“Sounds good, Alpha.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your arm while you placed your order.

🐙-You both walked to a table not too far away and waited for it to be made.

🐙-“Are you having fun, Tamaki?” You questioned, pulling him closer to you by his waist.

🐙-“A lot of fun, Alpha! Thank you for bringing me.” He beamed, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips.

🐙-“Are you sure? I know the crowd must be a lot for you.” You asked again, peering out at the bumbling crowd shifting around you both.

🐙-“Not if you are by my side, Y/N. Everything seems to fall away when I am in my Alpha’s arms.” He looked down a small smile on his face.

🐙-Your Alpha howled in pride.

🐙-“I’m glad to hear that, Tama. Looks like our order is ready. Let’s eat and afterward that ice cream stand is calling our name.” You said standing up to go get your food.

🐙-Your Omega was getting his sweet treat whether he liked it or not.

***

🐙-You were walking down the two rows were the carnival games were set up. You looked as kids and adults tossed rings and threw darts. You knew taking your Omega here was evil but you couldn’t help it.

🐙-There was a reason why this lane smelled of Omegas more than the rest of the carnival. All the stuffed animals stacked on the game walls were too tempting for any Omega that passed by.

🐙-Now you need your precious Omegas eyes to latch onto one and you would be all too pleased to win it for him.

🐙-As soon as his indigo eyes locked onto a small octopus plushy your target was set. Your Alpha was already upfront and center ready to demolish anything in her path to win that soft toy for her mate.

🐙-“Ooh, look! Let’s try out that game. I bet I can knock over those milk cartons in no time!” You declared already walking up to the stand.

🐙-“Are you sure, Y/N? You know these games are rigged right?” Tamaki said, peering at the stacked cartons and trying not to let his eyes stray to the soft octopus hanging a foot away from them.

🐙-“Even if it is, I won’t let it stop me.” You winked, slapping down some money and grabbing the three baseballs you had purchased.

🐙-Your first throw knocked down three of the six milk cartons but it was just a practice shot to get a feel for it. Your second throw was much better, five bottles rolled off the stand.

🐙-“Blow a kiss on the ball for me, Tamaki.” You encouraged, lifting the baseball up to his lips.

🐙-He flushed red and backed away.

🐙-“W-what? Why?” He stuttered, his cute elf ears turning crimson as well.

🐙-“For good luck. You are my good luck charm after all.” You chuckled, offering him the ball again.

🐙-He was blushing up a storm but he still leaned down and blew a kiss on the ball.

🐙-“Thank you, Omega. Now its time to win you that octopus.” You grinned before throwing the ball with all your might.

🐙-Six bottles down and one plush octopus later you both were heading to the entrance. The sun was starting to go down and you knew it would get colder at night so you coaxed your timid Omega to leave.

🐙-You didn’t want your mate walking around in the cold after all.

🐙-Being cuddled up in the nest he had on the couch was a better option.

🐙-“Thank you for the plushy, Alpha,” Tamaki said, climbing into the car.

🐙-“No problem, Omega. Anything for you.” You smiled, turning the car on and making sure the heat was pointed in his direction.

🐙-“W-would you scent it for me when we get back?” He whispered, clutching it tightly to his chest, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest waiting for your answer.

🐙-“Sure thing, babe!” You grinned, happy today had turned out so well.

I had this idea of going to the carnival with Bakugo but since it was our elfs birthday today I changed it out. I hope yall liked it! This is also the first time I switched roles so please give me some feedback!

Please reblog and leave a like! Each really helps motivate me to post! 💜

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Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

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I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

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DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

[terfssuck]

Sirius Casts a Patronus

Sirius was worried. His final exams were next school year and he still couldn’t cast a patronus. Everyone else in his year could cast one, even Robert Kingston, and he was always making mistakes. In transfiguration he’d turned his goblet into a black widow spider when they were supposed to turn them into birds, in charms he’d set his jug on fire when they were supposed to fill it with water, and in Defence against the Dark arts, well, everyone knew he was the reason Professor Huxley didn’t return that Autumn. Sirius knew the problem, see he’d never had a happy memory, not until he’d met James, Remus and Peter that is. At home his brother bullied him, and his parents beat him, and even the house elf, Kreacher, was ordered to kick him now and then, and the abuse only gotten worse since Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, instead of Slytherin, like the rest of the “Most ancient and Noble house of Black”, well, except for Andromeda that is.

The marauders were all on the train home from Hogwarts when Sirius finally told them why he was always covered in bruises, told them why he couldn’t cast a patronus. The marauders had always thought something bad was happening at home, after all, the bruises were only there in September, but they were still shocked when their suspicions were confirmed. “Want me to curse them for you?” Offered James, only half joking. Sirius shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was glad James had tried to lighten the mood. They laughed and joked the rest of the way home and Sirius wished the train ride would never end. Sadly it did.

That summer was beginning to be the worst of his life. As soon as he got home his mother flew into a rage, screaming, slapping and clawing at him, she’d found his collection of muggle objects- a magazine about computers, another about muggle rock bands. “How dare you bring this filth into my house” she’d screamed, ripping the pages and throwing the tatters into the fireplace. After that he’d kept himself locked in his room for a few days, some days crying, others, just staring blankly at the walls, and his family let him be. It turns out, that was the calm before the storm. That Saturday evening his father came home from visiting friends and was drunk. “Come here boy,” he’d shouted at Sirius. Sirius, though knowing something bad was about to happen, obeyed. It’d be far worse if he hadn’t. “Sit!” Orion yelled. Sirius sat on the wooden floor so hard he knocked the wind out of himself. Then from the corner of his eye, he noticed Orion was drawing his wand. “W-what are you doing?” Sirius dared to ask, his voice breaking. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” Orion spat, “Crucio!”

Sirius had passed out. When he awoke, every inch of his body ached. He tried to stand but his legs burned in protest. The crawl up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom were agony. When he made it, he slowly packed his trunks, he noticed his left arm was broken. Tears streaming down his face, Sirius then went to bed, but didn’t sleep. He waited, ears keen as he listened for his parents going to bed, then he crept downstairs, trunks levitating ahead of him, he sat on the kerb around the corner, for what seemed like hours, when suddenly, something very large and purple pulled up alongside him.

Welcome to the knight bus, I’m your conductor Ernie, where will you be going this fine evening?”

“G-Godric’s Hollow, please?” Sirius hoped James’ parents wouldn’t mind him dropping by so late. He’d only met them once or twice and they seemed very nice, and James really looked up to his father.

When he arrived he realised he didn’t have to worry. Mr Potter, Mrs. Potter and James were all stood at the door. “H- how did you know?”

“Dumbledore.” Said Mrs. Potter, wrapping Sirius in a warm hug, her eyes twinkling”

Of course. Dumbledore knew everything about everyone. Sirius let himself sink into the hug, and for once he felt safe.

The rest of the summer was the best Sirius could ever remember. The potters were so kind and caring and treated him like another son, he had his best friend to talk and joke with, and the potters even let Peter and Remus come around whenever they wanted. They visited Mr Fortescue’s, watched the quidditch World Cup, got lots of novelty’s from Gambol and Japes, and they even visited James’s aunt in the south of France. They’d even all decided to help Sirius with casting a patronus charm.

The last week of summer rolled around, and although he’d been practicing everyday, perfected his pronunciation and wand gestures, and had enough happy memories to last a lifetime, Sirius still couldn’t cast the patronus charm.

“Don’t worry mate you’ll get it” James said, clapping him on the back.

“How do you know?” Sirius said skeptically.

“Because you’re my brother.” Sirius’s heart swelled with love and pride, and warmth. He threw his arms around James, his best friend, no, his brother. He was happier than he’d ever been in his life. He finally had the brother he’d always wanted, and James wanted him too.

“Come on Padfoot, let’s go back inside, we’ve been working on it all day.”

“Hang on, just let me do it, one more time.”

James shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, but then let’s get some supper, I’m starving.”

This time Sirius knew he was going to do it. He thought of James, of him calling him brother, of the hug, of the jokes, of how much he loved his new family, because that’s who the Potters had become. And when he said the words they were filled with love, and joy and hope. “Expecto Patronum!” And a slither of silver burst from his wand, small at first, but then it grew, and grew, and grew, until the entire night sky was filled with silver white light, and then then the light shifted and changed into a dog, and then a pack of dogs, and then all the dogs merged together to form one enormous dog that bounded around the garden excitedly, tail wagging, and Sirius beamed.