#this ad kept showing up on my dash and i took one look at the image and something possessed me

[fuck-john-calvin]

happy pride month to these awful motherfuckers

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Attention (Kinktober 2024: Day 2)

SUMMARY: Amidst the chaos of storm fronts and unpredictable skies, your playful bratty antics spark a fiery dynamic between you and Tyler, who knows just how to tame your spirited nature. But as passion ignites and boundaries blur, a day of teasing leads to an unforgettable night at a hotel, where he reveals a different side of the southern gentleman you’ve come to adore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was meant to be a short drabble like yesterday's Kinktober Post (my goal is for them to be at or under 1k words). But as I was writing this one it kind of just took off and I kept going and now here we are at almost 6k words! There's also just something about Tyler and the way he would smirk whenever Kate gave him any kind of sass in the movie that screamed brat tamer to me. So I hope you all enjoy this!

PROMPT: "I'm really not in the mood for you to tease me today."

KINK: Brat / Brat Tamer

WARNINGS: Teasing. 18+ SMUT. (Spanking. Unprotected Sex. P in V Sex.) Aftercare (because we love a man who takes care of his partner after.)

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

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The day had been a whirlwind, literally and figuratively. Storm after storm popped up on the radar, each one stealing Tyler’s attention. Tyler sat behind the wheel of his truck, his eyes fixed on the screen displaying swirling wind patterns and the ominous hook echo of a forming tornado. His fingers tapped against the keyboard of his laptop, occasionally flicking to the handheld radio on the dash as he communicated with the rest of the team who were following behind.

You, on the other hand, were sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, idly watching him as he clicked through the radar images.

It wasn’t unusual for him to get this absorbed in his work. In fact, it was one of the things you admired most about him—his drive, his passion for what he did. 

But today, you were feeling a little left out. Maybe it was that normally you had his attention while you were driving to a storm. Normally he’d hold your hand or have his hand on your thigh as he drove. Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t looked at you in over an hour, but a small part of you craved his attention.

Leaning back in your seat, you crossed your arms and let out a quiet huff, eyes narrowing as you stared at him.

Nothing. He didn’t even blink, fully engrossed in tracking the storm. You knew better than to expect him to drop everything just because you wanted some attention, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun.

“Think we’re almost done chasing storms for the day?” you asked, knowing full well what his answer would be but fishing for a little attention nonetheless.

Tyler barely looked up from the screen. “We’ve got three more cells popping up, so it’s looking like it’s gonna be a long night,” he said, his voice steady.

You frowned, crossing your arms and huffing just loud enough for him to hear. “Bet you’d marry the tornadoes if you could.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

Bingo. A reaction, even if it was small.

You smirked and leaned in a bit closer, tapping your fingers against the console between you and him. “I can see why you like them. They’re unpredictable, dramatic, always showing off when they  don’t need to...”

He didn’t respond, just turned back to the radar, a smirk still playing on his lips. The lack of attention stung a little, but mostly, it ignited the brat in you. 

Ignoring you was one of his favorite tactics when you were leaning into your brat personality, but it was your least favorite. You could feel the frustration bubbling up inside you, but it only fueled your determination to push him a little further.

“They’ve got everything you love, don’t they?” You quirked a brow, turning in your seat to face him more fully. “Reckless, impossible to control, full of attitude, and always causing trouble…”

Tyler’s lips twitched as if he was fighting off a smile, but he remained focused on the road. "You describing the tornadoes or something else?" he muttered, his tone teasing.

You shift in your seat, uncrossing and recrossing your legs with a huff, making sure he heard you. You make sure as you do this that your tight denim shorts ride up just a little bit showing more of your thighs. You then reach up and adjust the white tank top you’re wearing, adjusting your bra ever slightly to push your boobs up ever so slightly.

Tyler finally shifted his gaze from the storm to you, his eyes narrowing in that way that let you know he knew exactly what you were doing.

His voice was low, almost daring you to push further as he said. "Tornadoes are unpredictable, sure. But if you know how to handle them, if you can figure out what makes them tick...”

He let the words trail off, and you felt the tension rise again, this time not because of the storm outside. You gave him a slow smile, but your pulse quickened.

“Do you know to handle them?” You teased, though your voice wavered just enough to betray the heat simmering between you.

Tyler’s gaze locked onto yours, and the air between you shifted, heavy with unspoken understanding. “Darlin', I’m really not in the mood for you to tease me today.”

The directness of his words caught you off guard, and you blinked in surprise. His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was a weight to it that told you he wasn’t messing around. He glanced back at the radar, clearly still tense from the day’s events, and you could see the stress etched in the lines of his face.

But instead of backing down, your frustration only deepened. You leaned forward in your seat, crossing your arms tighter over your chest. “Yeah? Well, I’m really not in the mood for being ignored,” you shot back, your voice laced with that bratty edge you knew would get a reaction.

Tyler let out a slow breath, his hands pausing over the keyboard for a moment before he turned his head to look at you fully. His eyes narrowed slightly, and that stern look—the one that sent a shiver of both excitement and challenge through you—was back. “There are a lot of storms happening right now. You really wanna compete with a tornado for my attention?”

You held his gaze, unyielding. “Maybe,” you said, shrugging with feigned indifference. “I think I could give them a run for their money.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension hung in the air, heavy and charged like the storm outside. Tyler leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours, but he didn’t rise to your bait just yet.

Instead, he shifted his focus back to the radar, the smirk on his face barely noticeable but definitely there. He was doing it again—ignoring you on purpose. And it was driving you mad.

You let out another exaggerated sigh, leaning closer to him, but he kept his eyes between the radar screens and the roads in front of him.

“Oh, come on,” you said, your voice playful but with a hint of challenge. “What’s more important? A tornado or me?”

Tyler didn’t even flinch. “Right now? The tornado.”

That was it. That smug, calm tone of his always got under your skin in the most thrilling way. You shifted in your seat, biting your lip as you considered your next move. You could stop here, but where was the fun in that? No, you were going to push him just a little further.

You waited for your next move until the next stop where Tyler pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a small mom and pop type gas station. The rest of the team hurried inside to use the bathroom and grab some drinks and snacks. 

Meanwhile you and Tyler lingered in the truck for a few minutes. You leaned over the center console, your voice low and teasing as you whispered, “Maybe I should just find something else to entertain myself if you’re so busy.”

Finally, Tyler turned his head to look at you, his eyes darkening with a mixture of warning and amusement. He gave you a long, steady look, the kind that always made your pulse race, before speaking in that slow, Southern drawl of his. “I’d think real carefully about that, sweetheart.”

You smirked, unfazed by his warning. “Oh? And why’s that?”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but the sharpness in his gaze remained. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so low that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Because if you keep pushing, you’re not gonna like what happens next.”

You could tell by the way his eyes lingered on you that he was reaching his breaking point, and it only made you want to push further.

You straightened up, flashing him a defiant grin. “What, you think you can handle me?” The challenge was unmistakable in your voice, and you watched his reaction closely, waiting to see if you’d finally get what you wanted.

Tyler’s eyes darkened, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he leaned in close—so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, the faint smell of his cologne mixing with the rain-soaked air. His lips barely brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Darlin’, I tame tornadoes. You don’t think I can tame you?”

The way his voice rumbled against your skin sent a jolt of excitement through you, but you swallowed down the reaction, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you tilted your chin up defiantly, pretending his words hadn’t rattled you, even though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Is that so?” you shot back, your voice breathy, daring him to make good on his promise.

Tyler pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with that same stern intensity. He didn’t speak for a moment, just let the weight of his gaze hang between you, thick with unspoken meaning. Then, in a voice that was all command, he said, “You better start acting like the good girl I know you are. Or you won’t be getting any of my attention for the rest of the night.”

His words hung in the air, and your heart skipped a beat. You knew that look. He was serious now. The playful banter had shifted into something more intense, and you could feel the shift in the air between you. It was a warning—one you knew better than to ignore.

But still, the brat in you wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “Guess we’ll see if you can keep that promise,” you quipped, your voice full of playful defiance as you met his gaze head-on.

Tyler raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh, you’ll see, alright,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. He gave you one last lingering look before reaching for the door handle and exiting the truck

As you watched him make his way into the gas station, looking hotter than should be legal in just a backwards baseball cap, a button down shirt, some Wrangler jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots, you knew you had crossed a line. The line. He was in full brat tamer mode now, you had his full attention now, and that meant you were in trouble.

* * * * *

The storm had finally passed, leaving behind soaked streets and the distant rumble of thunder as Tyler pulled into the motel parking lot around nine o’clock later that night. The quiet hum of the engine faded, replaced by the sound of rainwater trickling off the roof.

You glanced over at Tyler, but his face was unreadable, all traces of the playful banter from earlier wiped clean. He parked the vehicle, his jaw clenched as he cut the engine.

You were still trying to gauge his mood when Tyler opened his door and stepped out into the cool night air, rain droplets catching the faint glow of the streetlights. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed the keys and walked around the front of the truck. 

He opened your door and waited for you to get out. He reached into the backseat and grabbed both of your bags, throwing them over his shoulder. Then without saying a word he motioned for you to follow. A thrill of anticipation coursed through you.

When you reached the room, Tyler unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter first. The door clicked shut behind you, and the sudden quiet of the room felt stifling. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your chest as you stood there, unsure of what was about to happen next.

Tyler took his time, tossing the keys onto the table by the door before slowly turning to face you. His expression was calm, but his eyes—those sharp, stormy eyes—told a different story. He was still every bit in control, but there was a spark of something dangerous beneath the surface. And you were the one who had lit the fuse.

“You’ve been testing me all day,” he said, his voice low, steady. He took a slow step toward you, closing the space between you in a way that made your breath catch. “And now, you’ve got all of my attention.”

You met his gaze, swallowing the nervous flutter in your stomach. This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? His full, undivided attention. But standing here now, under the weight of his stare, you realized just how serious he was.

“I told you,” he continued, his voice dropping lower as he came even closer, “if you kept pushing, you weren’t gonna like the outcome.”

You smirked, still holding on to that last shred of defiance. “Maybe I’m still not convinced.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curling into a knowing smile. He was right in front of you now, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body, the scent of rain and earth still clinging to his clothes.

“Well,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, “you’re about to be.”

Before you could respond, Tyler closed the distance, his hand sliding around the back of your neck as he pulled you in. His hand then moved to your hair where he tightened his grip and pulled your head back slightly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was hard, commanding, and you could feel the pent-up frustration from earlier in the way his lips moved against yours. 

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, heart racing as his fingers lingered in your hair. His gaze locked onto yours, and there was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice when he spoke next.

“You’ve got two choices now, darlin’,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You can behave and I’ll give you the attention you’ve been beggin’ for all day, or…” His thumb brushed along your jaw, his eyes never leaving yours. “You can keep being a brat, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

A thrill shot through you at his words, the heat between you palpable as you weighed your options. But the brat in you wasn’t ready to give in so easily. You bit your lip, eyes gleaming with challenge as you tilted your head slightly, daring him.

“What if I like regretting it?” you quipped, your voice laced with that same teasing defiance that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

Tyler’s eyes darkened, and for a brief moment, you could see the flicker of amusement there, quickly replaced by something far more dangerous. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice thick with Southern charm, “you really don’t know what you’re askin’ for, do you?”

And with that, he took a step back, his hand dropping from your neck as he moved over to the bed, sitting down at the edge. He leaned back casually, his hands resting on his thighs as he looked at you with a calm, almost predatory gaze.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice soft but firm, leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for a moment, that last flicker of defiance warring with the butterflies in your stomach. But you knew the game was over. Tyler had won, and now it was time to face the consequences.

Slowly, you stepped forward, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached him. When you reached the edge of the bed, Tyler reached out, grabbing your waist. His hands moved to the button of your jean shorts, popping it open before he hooked his fingers into the top of your shorts and pushed them down your legs.

He then reached for your wrist, pulling you down across his lap. His grip was firm, but there was no mistaking the tenderness beneath it.

“Now,” he murmured, “we’re gonna start with getting rid of that little attitude of yours.” His voice was low, filled with that unmistakable authority that always made your stomach flip. You felt one of his hands move to your back, holding you down against his thighs, and you knew exactly what was coming next.

"You’ve been a handful today, haven’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

“I wouldn’t have to be a handful if you’d given me a little attention today,” you shot back, though your voice was quieter now, that bravado fading.

Tyler chuckled, low and deep, the sound vibrating through you as his hand moved to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Oh, you’ve got my attention now, darlin’,” he said softly. “So how many do you think you should get for running that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Two.”

He chuckled again. “Two? You really think two is enough for all the attitude you gave me today, baby?”

Suddenly, without warning, you feel the sharp, sudden sting of Tyler’s hand coming down on your ass. The impact sends a jolt through you, heat rushing to your skin, but before you can process the sensation, another smack follows on the other side.

After several smacks, you stopped keeping track after seven or eight, his hand lingers on your flushed skin, his fingers brushing lightly over the spots where his hand had made contact. The tenderness makes you shiver, and you let out a small whimper.

He hadn’t been rough—Tyler never was—but he made sure his point was clear. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, his firm control slowly giving way to a softer touch as he released you from his lap.

Without saying a word, he gently pulled you to straddle him, his hands guiding you to settle on his thighs. The change in position felt intimate, almost grounding, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, and the weight of the moment shifted from tension to something deeper, something more comforting.

Tyler’s hands moved in soothing patterns up and down your spine, his touch slow and deliberate. His fingers grazed the small of your back, the motion calming, as if he was silently asking you if you were okay. You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering trace of the storm outside.

“You alright, darlin’?” His voice was softer now, barely a whisper, laced with concern and affection.

You nodded, your breath still catching in your throat, but not from discomfort. It was the intensity of it all—the push and pull between you, the way he could shift from firm to gentle in an instant—that had you feeling unsteady, yet safe. Tyler had a way of doing that, of reminding you that even in your brattiest moments, you were always safe with him.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers so your eyes met his. There was no trace of the stern look he'd given you earlier, no hint of the control he’d exerted when he made you bend to his will. Instead, his gaze was warm, full of care.

“You pushed me today,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along your jawline, “but I’m not going anywhere. I just need to make sure you’re good before we go any further.”

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in his tone. It wasn’t just a question of your physical comfort—Tyler was checking in with your heart, your mind, making sure you were completely with him in this moment. It was one of the things you loved about him most, the way he balanced his strength with such tenderness.

You offered him a small smile, your hands sliding up his chest to rest against his shoulders. “I’m good,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady.

He nodded, satisfied, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled you closer once more, his lips brushing against the side of your neck in a kiss so gentle it made your skin tingle. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, the words a quiet reassurance. His hands continued their slow, calming path along your back, grounding you in the safety of his embrace. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, making you feel secure.

Tyler stayed like that for a long moment, just holding you, letting the tension melt away in the quiet. His thumb traced idle circles on your lower back, a quiet reminder that no matter how far you pushed, no matter how much fire you brought, he would always be there to catch you.

It was the kind of attention you had been craving all day. Sex with Tyler was great. You loved being with him in that way. He was by far the best partner you’d ever had. But it was this kind of affection, full of love and care, that you had missed while the storms had his attention.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was a soft rumble, still laced with that familiar, protective edge. “You ready for more?” His question was a gentle nudge, letting you know that he was still in control but giving you space to choose.

You nodded again, feeling the heat rising between you once more, but this time it came with the unspoken promise of safety and care in every touch.

Tyler’s hands guided you to the bed, his grip both firm and gentle as he positioned you exactly how he wanted. The air between you felt thick with tension, charged with the anticipation of what was coming next. You could hear your own pulse in your ears as you lay on your back, Tyler standing over you with that same intense gaze that sent shivers through you.

Your heart raced as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you with one knee pressed into the mattress and the other still on the floor, effectively trapping you beneath him. Tyler’s fingers traced along the curve of your thigh, sending electricity through your skin as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

“You wanted my attention, darlin’. Now you’ve got it.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, sending a thrill down your spine as his hand slid higher, teasing the hem of your shirt.

You couldn’t resist. Despite the tension, despite the way he commanded every ounce of your focus, that last bit of brattiness bubbled up again.

“About time,” you muttered, eyes flicking up to meet his with just enough sass to provoke him further.

Tyler’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a smirk as he pulled back, shaking his head slightly. “Still got that mouth on you, huh?”

Before you could respond, he leaned down again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all-consuming. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. The world outside, the storms, the teasing—all of it faded as Tyler poured every bit of the attention you'd been begging for into that kiss.

When he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing was heavy, matching your own.

"You’ve been testing me all day," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "Now, sweetheart, you're gonna learn that I don’t mind giving you what you ask for—but it comes with consequences."

With that, Tyler’s hands slid up your body, his touch sending waves of heat through you. His fingers paused at the bottom of your tank top, his eyes meeting yours, waiting for the confirmation he needed.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. You could feel the tension mounting, your body responding to the way his hands moved with both authority and tenderness. He was right—you’d pushed him, teased him, and now you were at the mercy of the man who was more than capable of taming the most dangerous storms. Taming you, however, was something entirely different.

Tyler took his time, every touch deliberate as he undressed you, leaving no inch of your skin untouched by his hands. The slow build of anticipation was almost unbearable, and by the time his lips found yours again, you were desperate for the contact.

“You’re gonna be good for me now, aren’t you?” Tyler murmured against your lips, his hand cupping your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “No more sass, no more pushing.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as you nodded again, feeling the weight of his words sinking in. “I’ll be good,” you whispered, breathless.

Tyler’s smirk softened into something more tender, though his grip on you remained just as firm, his touch as commanding as ever. "That’s what I like to hear," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Good girls get rewarded."

Without saying a word, he stood up, his movements deliberate but unhurried, giving you time to take in the shift in the air. You followed him with your eyes, feeling your pulse quicken as he reached for the hem of his flannel shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric.

With one smooth motion, he pulled the flannel off over his head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he moved, and your gaze lingered on the defined lines of his chest, the way his skin gleamed in the soft light filtering through the hotel curtains. Every inch of him seemed to radiate confidence, strength—qualities you’d been drawn to from the moment you met him.

Your mouth went dry as his hands moved to his belt, unfastening the buckle with an almost lazy precision. The soft click of metal filled the room, each sound amplifying the rising anticipation in your chest. He tugged the belt free and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud, his gaze never leaving yours, as if he was fully aware of the effect his every movement had on you.

Then came his jeans—he unbuttoned them, the zipper coming down slowly, teasingly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, the slow reveal making your skin tingle with anticipation. Tyler’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, and he slid them down his hips, letting them pool at his feet before stepping out of them.

Your heart was pounding now, each layer of clothing he removed making the room feel smaller, more charged. He stood before you in nothing but his boxer briefs, and even then, he didn’t rush. Tyler’s eyes were dark, locked on yours, and the energy between you both felt electric.

You swallowed hard as his thumbs slipped beneath the band of his underwear, slowly peeling them off. The fabric slipped down his legs, revealing the rest of him, his body sculpted and strong. Your gaze trailed over every inch of him, heat pooling low in your stomach, the tension between you like a wire pulled tight.

Tyler straightened, his eyes still fixed on yours, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze settle over you like a weight. He was giving you a moment to drink him in, to take in every part of him, just as he’d done with you before. And the way he stood there—confident, steady—made your pulse race even faster.

He took a step toward you, the air between you thick with the anticipation of what was coming next, but he didn’t rush. Tyler was never in a hurry when it came to you.

You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing, as he made his way on to the bed again. One hand slid behind your back as he unclasped your bra. He slowly removed it from you before you felt his warm lips wrap around one of your nipples, while his calloused fingers pinched the other.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a soft moan leaving your lips. The hand that had been pinching your nipple then slid down your stomach to between your thighs. You felt him run his fingers along the lace covering your center.

You tried to roll your hips down against his fingers, desperate for more of his touch. Tyler’s lips curved into a smirk as he pulled away from a kiss to look down at you.

“Need something, baby?”

You tried to grind down against his hand again, but this time he pulled away, leaving you with nothing but the musty air of the motel.

“Tyler!” You almost whined at the loss of his touch.

“What is it baby? What do you need?”

“You!”

Tyler chuckled and leaned down, his lips moving to your neck as he started gently biting at the spot below your left ear that he knew drove you insane.

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Want you between my legs.”

Tyler’s lips curved into a grin as he moved his leg higher up on the bed, spreading your legs. He pressed one of his knees right up against your center, pressing the lace of your underwear that you still had on against your clit.

This wasn’t what you meant and he knew it. But you ground down against his leg a few times, trying to get some kind–any kind of friction that you could.

“Ty, please,” you breathed out when you realized it wasn’t helping. “Need you.”

“Was that so hard to say, baby?”

“Yes.”

Tyler chuckled again before he positioned himself between your thighs. He wrapped his hand around his dick pumping it a few times before he put the tip against your entrance. He slowly slid into you.

The feeling was overwhelming for a moment. This. This was what you had been waiting all day for. You lead out a loud moan as your eyes fluttered close as he slowly stretched your walls as he pushed further and further into you.

Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to him. Then he started to move. His hips pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Your hands moved to his arms and then his back, your fingers digging into his skin.

Tyler began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, your hips started to move, meeting each of his thrusts. The musty motel room was filled with the sound of your soft moans and his deep grunts as both of you became lost in the moment. 

“Come on, baby. Let it go for me.” Tyler breathed out as he started thrusting faster and deeper into you.

You moaned his name as your back arched off of the sheets as your orgasm hit. Your walls clenched around him and you felt Tyler groan as something that sounded like a string of swear words left his mouth. He then stilled inside you a moment later as you felt him fill you with his release.

The room was enveloped in a warm silence, the air heavy with the aftermath of your passion. You lay side by side on the bed, hearts still racing as you both came down from the heights of your releases. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, intertwined and blissfully spent.

Tyler shifted slightly, a soft rustle of sheets breaking the quiet as he reached for a damp cloth. With careful, gentle hands, he began to clean you up, his touch tender and attentive. You could feel the warmth of his body beside you, a soothing presence that eased any remnants of tension. There was something profoundly intimate about the way he cared for you, each stroke of the cloth both practical and affectionate, reminding you of the connection you shared beyond just the physical.

Once satisfied, he set the cloth aside and padded quietly to the small fridge across the room, his movements fluid and relaxed. You watched him, a small smile tugging at your lips as he rummaged through its contents. He emerged moments later with a bottle of water, the coolness of it contrasting against the warmth radiating from your skin.

“Here,” he said, his voice low and comforting as he handed you the bottle. “You should stay hydrated, especially after all that.” There was a playful glint in his eyes, a mixture of mischief and affection, as he leaned back against the headboard, propping himself up on one elbow.

You took a sip, the refreshing liquid quenching your thirst, and the sight of him—bare, relaxed, and utterly himself—made your heart swell. Once you set the bottle down, Tyler slid back down the bed, shifting closer to you.

“Come here,” he murmured, opening his arms invitingly. You didn’t hesitate, rolling into him and snuggling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tight, as if he never wanted to let go.

The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him—like fresh air and a hint of cologne, grounding and comforting all at once. Tyler’s fingers began to brush gently through your hair, the rhythm soothing as he held you close.

“Was that enough attention for you?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your forehead as he pressed a tender kiss to your temple. The teasing tone was laced with genuine affection, and you could hear the hint of a smile in his voice.

You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, your heart fluttering at the sight of him—the way his eyes sparkled with a playful challenge, but also the warmth that radiated from him. “For now,” you replied playfully, smirking slightly. “But you know I could always use more.”

Tyler chuckled, the sound rich and deep, reverberating through your shared warmth. “Well, I’ll make a note of that,” he said, his voice playful yet serious. “I’m always ready to give you the attention you need, darlin’. Just promise me you won’t be too much of a brat next time.”

You grinned, feeling the warmth of his affection envelop you, grateful for this moment of intimacy. It was in these quiet seconds, nestled against him, that you felt the strongest bond between you both—the balance of playful teasing and heartfelt connection that defined your relationship.

As you lay there together, the world outside fading into nothingness, you knew you had found your home in his arms.

[justporo]

Ok hear me out noble Tav spoiling Astarion everytime they go out

"let me spoil you babygirl"

Oh, hells to the yeah! Astarion would have a field day!

Spoils

"You heard me, Astarion, buy anything you want, I have it covered", you repeated yourself as the vampire looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth had fallen open.

You had taken Astarion into the city, to the district where the best of the tailors in their city had set up their shops. This plan had formed in your head a long time ago when you still had been adventuring. Back then you had sworn yourself that once all this was done you would treat your vampiric partner to the biggest shopping spree.

You were a noble, you could afford it! Gold had never been an issue for you for as long as you lived. So why not use it to give the man you loved and who for so long had barely anything more than the clothes on his back a gift?

"You're insane, darling", Astarion replied when he regained some of his wits.

"No, love, just insanely rich", you replied with a shit-eating grin to which the vampire only rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

But Astarion still kept standing with you in front of one of the many tailor's shops - showing no intention to go inside. In fact, he looked a little uncomfortable. It was plain obvious that he didn't know what to do in this situation - he wasn't used to being treated like this. And it broke your heart a little.

You would make him get used to it though.

"Come on, Astarion, go in, take a look around. Try on whatever you want and pick all the stuff you want - it'll be my treat", you tried again and observed the vampire as his eyes wandered to the shop door and he pursed his lips deep in thought. Good, at least he seemed inclined to the idea now.

"If it maked you feel better you can pick out something for me to, love", you added with a smile.

Astarion's gaze snapped back to yours, one of his eyebrows lifted and grin spread over his face: "I thought this was about you spoiling me, darling?"

You simply shrugged and mirrored his playful grin: "Then take me up on it before I reconsider!"

And that finally convinced Astarion to get going. He entered the shop while you followed closely behind.

It only took him a few more minutes to adjust to the plan then. The moment he laid eyes upon a piece of clothing that intrigued him all hesitancy was forgotten.

What followed was a whole day of dallying and shopping. Astarion chatted amicably with the tailors who in turn complimented him profusely in just about anything he tried on and blew up his already inflated ego even more. (Although you had to agree, that he did indeed look dashing in just about anything)

You soon became nothing a but a walking clothing rack while Astarion kept piling up more stuff. "Darling, thank you dearly, you're a sweetheart", Astarion cheerfully proclaimed about every other time he threw something more onto the pile while you were barely able to see anything anymore - and it got pretty hot under all the fabric.

But you didn't mind - the joy and ease with which the your vampiric partner dashed through the shops and put together incredible and breathtaking outfits and got swooned over by everyone around was well worth it.

You happily payed for everything and in turn got treated with an outfit that Astarion took his sweet time to pick out for you. The vampire had taste, you really had to give him that. You looked incredible in what he had combined, so you happily piled it on with the other stuff - and then of course paid for it with your own money. It was the thought that counted after all.

Once on your way home, Astarion kept idly chattering, very obviously in an amazing mood from all the self-indulgence. You watched him contentedly, happy to that you had been able to give him this enjoyable experience.

At one point Astarion stopped in the middle of the road - as if he had suddenly remembered something. As you turned to him you just looked at him quizzically.

"Thank you, darling", Astarion said with a genuine smile. "I've never been this spoilt in my life. Well, in the good sense, after all."

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「 ✦ MY COFFEE BLACK… ✦ 」

☆. # SHIP — satosugu x m!reader

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — you work at a cat café and two guys keep coming back—but not for the coffee… or the cats. ;; requested.

☆. # WARNINGS — none! (cut bc its quite long and i dont want to clutter someones dash!)

The gentle hum of conversation and the quiet purring of cats filled the cozy atmosphere of Neko Haven, a small cat cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of Shibuya. It wasn't flashy or well-known, but for Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, it had become a regular haunt over the past few months. Every Thursday, without fail, they would slip into the cafe after work, sinking into their usual corner by the window, sipping lattes while the cats curled up around their feet.

But it wasn't the cats or the coffee that kept them coming back.

It was you.

From behind the counter, you moved with practiced ease, serving drinks with a quiet smile and a soft "thank you" as you took their orders. You were different from the hustle and bustle of the outside world-calm, collected, and gentle in a way that drew them in without effort.

"You know," Satoru murmured one Thursday evening, watching as you expertly frothed milk for a cappuccino, "I'm starting to think this place might be my new favorite. Best coffee l've ever had."

Suguru, who was longing beside him, snorted softly. "It's not the coffee, and you know it.”

Satoru leaned back in his chair, long legs stretched out under the table, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. "You think so? Maybe it's the cats. I do have a soft spot for them."

"Sure," Suguru replied, eyes flicking over to you as you handed a cup to a customer with that same warm smile. "The cats."

The two of them had known each other long enough to recognize the tension that had been building over the past few weeks. The shared glances, the way Satoru would straighten up whenever you approached their table, the slight shift in Suguru's expression when you laughed at one of his dry remarks.

They didn't talk about it, but it was there, unspoken but understood.

It had been Suguru who noticed you first, the quiet bartender who seemed to carry a sense of peace in every movement. Satoru had followed suit not long after, his curiosity piqued by your composed nature, so different from his own chaotic energy. What had started as friendly teasing between them quickly became something more complicated.

The bell above the door chimed as the last customer left for the evening. You were wiping down the counter when Satoru stood up, slipping off his sunglasses and tucking them into his pocket. Suguru followed him, quieter, more thoughtful, but his dark eyes flicked over to you with a warmth he rarely showed to anyone else.

"You're here pretty late tonight," you said, smiling as they approached the counter.

Satoru shrugged. "We like the quiet."

"And the company," Suguru added, his voice low but sincere.

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you didn't look away, meeting their gazes with a soft chuckle. "You two are flattering me again."

"Can you blame us?" Satoru leaned against the counter, his bright blue eyes glinting mischievously. "We wouldn't keep coming back if you weren't the best bartender in Shibuya."

"Second best," Suguru corrected with a small smile. "But only because you refuse to let us help."

You laughed, the sound light and genuine, and they couldn't help but share a look. The tension that had hung between them for weeks felt like it was about to snap, but neither of them was sure what would happen when it did.

"You're here enough," you teased, setting a clean cup aside. "Maybe I should put you two to work."

"Careful," Satoru said, leaning in slightly. "We might take you up on that."

Suguru glanced at him, then back at you.

There was something different tonight, something in the air that hadn't been there before. He felt it, and judging by the way Satoru's smile softened at the edges, so did he.

Your hands stilled for a moment, eyes flicking between the two of them. You could feel the weight of their attention, the unspoken question in their gaze. It wasn't just about the café, and you knew it.

"I like the company too," you admitted softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's nice to see familiar faces. Especially when they’re as interesting as yours.”

Satoru grinned, but it wasn't his usual teasing smirk. It was softer, warmer.

"Interesting, huh?"

You shrugged, leaning against the counter now, close enough to catch the warmth in Suguru's eyes and the way Satoru's fingers drummed lightly on the wood between you.

"You're good company. Both of you."

Suguru's gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between the three of you.

There was an understanding in the quiet, a shift in the easy banter that had marked your conversations before. It was something deeper now, something real.

Sator broke the silence, his voice gentle in a way that was rare for him. "We were thinking... maybe next time, you could join us. After your shift."

Your eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across your face. "Join you?"

Suguru nodded, his voice calm and sure. "For coffee. Or something else. We don't mind."

You felt the warmth spread through your chest at the invitation, your heart beating a little faster. It wasn't just coffee they were offering, and you understood that. There was a connection here, something that had grown between the three of you in the past weeks.

Suguru nodded, his voice calm and sure. "For coffee. Or something else. We don't mind."

You felt the warmth spread through your chest at the invitation, your heart beating a little faster. It wasn't just coffee they were offering, and you understood that. There was a connection here, something that had grown between the three of you over the past weeks, something that felt more solid now, more real.

"I'd like that," you said softly, meeting their eyes.

Satoru's grin widened, and Suguru's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile.

"Good," Satoru said, stepping back from the counter with a wink. "It's a date, then."

As they left the cafe, the bell chiming softly behind them, you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered in your chest. The two of them had been regulars for weeks now, but this felt different. The cafe was still, the cats curled up in their usual spots, and for the first time in a long while, you found yourself looking forward to something more than just another quiet evening behind the counter.

And when Thursday came around again, you knew they would be there, waiting. For you.

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Housewife

Part - 6

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️ explicit 18+ ⚠️ murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, oral fem!receiving, borderline degradation, orgasm dinial, bondage (hands being bound), blatant Billy x Stu stuff

Part 1

Stu pressed his face into Billy's shoulder running from the sunlight. "It's too early." He whined pulling his friend closer to him. Billy held him for a moment forgetting where they were. "Shit, where is she?" He pushed Stu away pulling the covers off himself. Stu dragged a pillow over his head hoping to drown out the light. Billy got out of bed heading down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of food filled the air hitting him the moment he left your room.

"Morning sleepy head. How do you like your eggs?" You smiled at his current state. His hair was messy and his eyes were dark with sleep. "Uh over medium?" 'This couldn't be real' he thought to himself. It was all adding up now the house, the absent parents, you, it wasn't real. Some really realistic and very long dream. Maybe he was in a coma? If you were real you'd be almost as fucked up as him.

"Did you know you snore just a tiny bit?" You asked as you flipped his eggs. "I don't snore. Must've been Stu." He took a drink of the prefilled glass of orange juice in front of him. "It was definitely you. I kept waking up with your face in my neck and your snores were really loud next to my ear." Was that embarrassment he was feeling? "Sorry about that." He paused thinking of his next words. "So you're not mad that we slept in bed with you?" Bacon, eggs, and a perfect pancake laid next to each other on the plate. You nodded thinking that would be enough.

"I told you if it got too cold you could climb in bed with me." You sat his plate down making sure to leave him syrup. "Can I have a second plate? I don't like my eggs to touch my other food." You raised your eyebrows with a nod. "Sure thing." You handed him a saucer plate that came with the set. "How much do you remember last night?" You remembered all of it. The little tired act you pulled was a sham. A test is what you'd call it. Luckily they passed. "Listen Billy, I don't care about whatever's going on between you and Stu. This doesn't change anything." Billy could laugh. "You think I'm a homo?" His face was plastered with a sort of dumbfounded expression. "No, I just think you're Billy."

"I'm not like that. Stu's always been the one to bat for both teams." You pursed your lips with a nod. "All I'm saying is, you don't have to lie or hide. We've all got secrets and I'm not going to judge you in the slightest." You were wrong. But Billy focused on the underlining meaning of all you said. "What if I told you I was psychotic?" Billy asked no sign of a joke. "I'd tell you I was too." He bit off a piece of bacon. "And what if I said I was a stalker?" You laughed. "Me too. When I walk by a classroom I know you or Stu's in I look for you both just to watch you for a second, that's stalker behavior."

Billy almost choked on his food. God you really were innocent. "What's so funny?" You said laughing along side him. "Okay... What if... I said I've murdered people." You frowned. Does he really think he's that bad? "You're not a murderer." You said as you poured syrup on your pancake. "I know, but if I was what would you say?" You actually thought about it. Four days you've known him now, that's not enough to constitute a prison sentence for harboring a fugitive. "There's a reason for everything. I'd ask you why you did it."

"There's not always a reason, a "motive." I mean did Norman Bates have a motive? Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lector liked to eat people?" The food in your mouth didn't seem as good as before. "Your logic is flawed Billy. Norman killed his mother because she was abusive and neglectful when was a child. That's motive. He murdered every woman he found attractive because his Mother's personality would be jealous and she needed Norman all to herself. Motive. And he murdered that cop because he didn't want to be caught. Once again motive." Billy sat wide eyes staring at you.

"Oh and Hannibal Lector was also abused as a child. In the book it says his sister was killed by some men who had taken Hannibal and his sister captive. They murdered his sister in front of him and then cooked her eventually serving pieces of her to Hannibal. You could look at it like a revenge plot that's motive or later on he shows obvious signs of narcissism. He thinks he is above everyone so eating them really isn't a problem. We eat animals because we think our lives mean more right?" Billy just nodded.

"Okay so if Hannibal thinks he is better and his life means more than everyone around him then is it really even cannibalism to him? He's completely detached so that's also motive. He's simply hunting his next meal like we would a pig or a cow." You took a drink of your orange juice waiting for a response. Billy was speechless. "You're not the only one who knows stuff Billy." You spoke finishing off your food. "I'm beginning to realize that."

Stu finally came downstairs and he finished up everything that was left over from your talk with Billy. "Do you always cook like this?" Stu asked wiping his mouth with a napkin. You washed dishes as the boys sat at the table. "When my dad is home I do. I don't really need to fix a whole meal if I'm the only one here." That made Stu think of what it was like for you here all alone. He hated being home alone it was like he was 10 years old and scared of the dark. Every little noise would make him paranoid. It wasn't until Billy moved in that he felt safe. Maybe you just needed someone to make you feel safe?

Stu had pulled out the deck of cards begging you and Stu to play rummy with him. That was an hour ago. "She is kicking our asses." Stu said as you shuffled the cards again. "Ooh okay I've got a question. Do guys try to create fake scenarios before they go to bed?" Both boys looked confused as you dealt the cards. "Like girls, before we go to bed we'll think of our crush or an actor and we'll plan out our own little movie in our head." You grew uncomfortable with the fear you sounded insane. "I've fantasized about things before bed." Stu said and Billy nodded in agreement.

"No that's not the same thing. Like you and Tatum. Do you plan little dates and stuff like that in your head?" Stu made a "pfft" noise looking at Billy who was smiling. "He's never taken her on a date. They just run around together." Your jaw dropped. "I have got to tell her to raise her standards." Stu sat down his cards interested in the conversation. "Okay Ms. Crocker what are you standards? I'm guessing you're very Catholic." He laughed and you made a face at him.

"First of all the guy I'm with has to take me out every once in awhile. Bring me flowers, write me notes, anything really to show he still cares." Billy didn't believe that. You might want that in some romanticized version of them but you knew that it wasn't realistic. "I've known you for almost a week and I can already tell you fall in love with anyone who gives you 5 seconds of attention."

You acted shocked at the incredibly correct description of you. "Whatever. Can't a girl want someone to take her out and show her off? I'm a prize and I will be treated as such." Billy finished of his drink sitting the glass down with a click. "Until the first guy that comes along says he liked your outfit and then you're ready for marriage." You really couldn't argue with that. "Yeah pretty much."

"I'm bored. Winning time after time does get a little old." You said putting down your cards. "We could play truth or dare." Billy looked between you and Stu deciding to do whatever you wanted to do. Truth or dare was a kids game. One you were skilled at playing. "I'm game unless Billy's chicken." You elbowed him playfully. "I never say no to a game."

You and the boys moved to the living room floor. Stu laid on his stomach, his chin resting on his palms. Billy however was sat criss cross his posture straight and on edge. "You go first since it's your house." Stu suggested. "Um okay. Stu, truth or dare?" He kicked his feet in thought. "Dare." You hated thinking of dares it was the hardest part of the game.

"I dare you to put on lipstick." Billy breathed out a laugh. "Do I get to pick the color?" Stu asked not at all phased by the dare. "Sure let me go grab my makeup bag. You jumped up running to your bathroom. Just as fast you ran back to the living room. "I've got pink, red, maroon, black, and orange."

"I'm about to waste my turn on making you wear the black." Billy said, surprised you owned such a color. "I went through a phase." You laughed as Stu grabbed the red. You gave him the compact you brought in letting him slowly smear on the waxy pigment. "How do I look?" He flipped his imaginary long hair. "Actually you pull it off." You said staring at his lips for a little too long. "Billy, truth or dare?"

Billy looked at Stu not ready for him to pick a dare. "Truth." You once again saw a silent conversation playing across their eyes. "Have you ever made a sex tape?" Stu said looking his friend up and down. "I knew you'd eventually bring up sex." You huffed with a laugh. "I have not. I'm more of a picture man myself." Billy locked eyes with you making your cheeks grow hot. "Truth or dare Y/n?" You didn't feel at ease by picking either of those. Go big or go home was what your grandparents always said.

"Dare." Stu proceeded to make the "ooh" sound as if someone just got into trouble. "I dare you to play the rest of this game with your hands tied." If your face wasn't hot before it was burning now. "Now that's a dare baby!" Stu shouted kicking his feet like a school girl. You looked around the room for something to get the job done. You grabbed a scarf sitting on the end table by the couch. "Which one of you knows how to tie a knot?" Both boys volunteered but Billy was the one to actually do it. "Don't rip it, it's vintage." Billy rolled his eyes roughly tugging your arms towards him. His quickness in wrapping your wrists was making you wonder how many times he's done this before.

"There you are." He marveled at his work for a moment. You pulled back resting your bound hands in your lap. "My turn!" You cheered. "Wait, you're not going to try to get out of it? See if the knot is good?" Billy expected you to pull at the knot with your teeth just to show him you could. Thinking back to the little race you had at the mall you seemed like the type to try to show people up. That was one thing about you he didn't care for. "No? You told me to keep my hands tied for the rest of the game."

You saw his pupils dilate just a little. It was like catching lighting in a bottle to you. Billy liked the fact you mindlessly followed orders. You were a smart girl but you were dumb for him. "Truth or dare?" You asked Stu ready to continue the game. "Um... Hmm... Let me think?" His sarcasm made you bite your lip to stop from smiling. "Dare." You had one in mind already and it was hazardous. If this didn't go as planned it wouldn't be good for anyone in the room. On the flip side of that if this went how you were sure it would you three would be great friends from here on out.

"I dare you to sit on Billy's lap for the next round." Stu snapped his neck turning to Billy but the brooding boy kept his eyes on you. Billy wanted to know your angle. The reason you did things. You said it yourself everyone has a reason for doing something. What was yours? "Is that alright man?" Stu asked and Billy nodded with a huff. "Just get over here." Stu didn't need to be told twice. He mouthed a quick "thank you" making you smile. You saw Billy's eyes shut in what could be perceived as pain as Stu wiggled around trying to get comfortable. "Stop. Moving." Billy placed his hand on Stu's thigh keeping him still.

"It's my turn right?" Billy asked while he leaned back, one arm propping him up off the ground. "Sure is." Stu quipped. "Truth or dare?" At this point you'd look like a chicken if you said truth. "Dare." Billy's tongue swiped over his teeth before he spoke. "I want you and Stu-y here to make out." He smacked his friends back borderline hurting him. You didn't plan for that and by the looks of it neither did Stu. "I can't leave your lap remember?" The boy on his lap spoke. "You don't have to, she can crawl over." He spoke matter of factly. "I don't remember being dared anything." You challenged. "You said you wanted us to make out. That might say something about you but it's not a dare."

"You're a smartass." He spit playfully. "I dare you and Stu to make out. Is that better sweetheart?" Billy spoke the last word with a condescending tone. Which given the context, you'd pay to hear it again. "Perfect." You crawled over to the boys sitting back on the heels of your feet. Stu leaned down whispering an affirmation. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." You weren't sure if the sudden sweet nature was because of where he was sitting or if it's always been there and you just haven't noticed.

A silent nod was all he needed to press his lips against yours. Stu was scared to move. He had that feeling you only get when you're about to drop off the highest spot on a rollercoaster. He wasn't quite sure where to go from here. You moved your lips against his showing him you were okay. Gently his hand cupped your jaw the same way he did with Tatum the other night. This wasn't commanding however he was simply holding you in the best way he could. Billy grunted as Stu's hips began to move again subconsciously.

The polite kisses became hungry as he pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. A soft moan could be heard coming from you. Billy had seen enough. He grabbed his friends shoulders pulling him back. You caught your breath as you looked at the ground. Stu's face was bright crimson in embarrassment but Billy couldn't ignore the love drunk expression on his partners face. You were done playing truth or dare. "Can you untie me?" You held out your hands towards Billy trying to ignore the obvious tent in his pants. Slowly he made his way over to you crawling like a predator stalking it's prey.

"No, the dare was you had to keep them tied till the end of the game." You shook your head with an awkward laugh. "Well truth or dare is over." His face was a breath away from yours. "You're right but our game isn't over." Stu watched as Billy pressed his lips onto yours. You picked up right where you left off with Stu. In a way the short haired boy felt cheated on. He felt he went through a whole relationship with you in that one little kiss and now he watched his best friend take what was never his to begin with.

Billy hovered over you as he laid you back against the floor. Pulling his lips away he noticed how every single person here had rid lipstick smeared along thier face. "Stu come here, I need your help." You turned your head watching your friend fumble over towards the both of you. "Keep her busy like you were earlier. Can you do that for me baby?" Billy asked as his hand held Stu's chin. He nodded earning a gentle tap on the cheek from his friend. "Good boy." You watched their whole dynamic change right in front of you. Suddenly all Billy had was pet names and Stu was practically silent.

Stu was waiting for something but he wasn't sure what. "Please..." You whispered pushing him a step further. He leaned his head down kissing your neck. Softly at first leaving a small trail of kisses across your collarbones. Then he began licking and sucking at the skin trying not to leave a mark. Small sounds fought their way up your throat presenting themself like a gift from God to Stu. You really didn't care where Billy went as long as Stu continued what he was doing.

He nibbled at your earlobe forcing you to rub your thighs together. You barley felt your shorts being slipped down your legs. Little kisses began at your ankles slowly trailing up your legs. The higher they got the sloppier they became. "You're not even trying to win the game." Billy shook his head expecting more from you. "What.. are the rules?" You moaned out Stu now marking up your chest. With a laugh Billy said, "You know I hadn't even thought about that." God he was a prick and you were a horrible person for thinking it made him hotter.

Stu lifted your top pulling it above your breasts. "You're so pretty..." He said without thought. Somehow that word meant more than all the other words in that moment. "You're not too bad yourself handsome." He looked at the floor with a big grin on his face. With a quick shake of his head he went back to work. Your tied up hands played with his hair as he swirled his tounge around your hot skin. Billy ran a finger up the middle of your panties, the unexpected feeling making your hips jolt. "Guess foreplay really does work." Your head tossed back with a suffocated moan as Stu tugged gently at your nipples. One being teased by his teeth just to be soothed by his tounge seconds later.

Billy squatted next to Stu just watching your face contort in pleasure. "If you weren't such a prude I could totally see you as one of those Victoria's Secret models." He spoke running his hand along your cheek. Billy grabbed the back of Stu's shirt peeling him off of you to your dissatisfaction. "Why don't you show her your hidden talent hmm?" The sinister smile on Stu face made your stomach twist and pussy throb. Billy stayed next to you watching as Stu pulled off your panties. "Toss em'." Billy spoke catching the underwear after his friend pitched them. He waved the damp fabric above you. "How important are these to you?" Stu began kissing and biting your thighs not leaving much room for you to talk. "You can have them!" You blurted as your hands tugged at Stu's hair. "That's sweet of you. I was going to take them anyways but thanks for the permission."

Stu ran his long tongue up your folds making the world stop for a second. His hands pulled your thighs further apart giving him more room to work. "His tongue is by far one of my favorite things about him." Billy's finger traced your throat slowly making his way to your breasts. He pinched your nipple between his fingers making your back arch up off the ground. "Fuck!" You cried and Billy smiled. Your grip on Stu's hair became almost painful but he couldn't care less.

Your thighs wrapped around his face as you crossed your ankles on his back. "Don't kill him, I need him for this next part." Billy laughed. His thumb pulled at your lip debating on where all this should go. "Stu! Babe, please! Don't stop. Seriously don't fucking move just keep doing that." Your fear of that building pleasure disappearing was recognized by everyone in the room. "Stu stop." Billy commanded and you gave him a crazed look. "Please don't I'm begging you." Stu's eyes looked up between the both of you not sure who to obey. "Baby I mean it. Stop." The pressure was gone and so was any sort of happiness. "I'm going to kill you." You spat at the men.

"You're really scary." Billy scoffed waving at Stu to come over to him. Without any sort of warning to either you or Stu, Billy pressed his lips against the boy's. Billy's tongue swirled around tasting you secondhand. Your brain was fried. You were not longer mad but you were sure to explode. A knock came at the front door scaring the shit out of you and Stu. "Oh for fuck's sake." Billy groaned pushing his friend back.

"Y/n?" At that voice Billy's face grew pale. "Stu help her with her clothes now." You wanted to cry. "Why the fuck are they here?" Stu whispered everyone panicking at the same time. "Please open up!" Sydney called out as Tatum continued banging on the door. Once you had your clothes on the two boys ran towards the stairs. "Shit my hands you idiots!" You whisper yelled making Billy run to you quickly untying the knots. "You've got lipstick all over you." Billy said smiling at the markings. "God damnit!" You ran upstairs grabbing a makeup wipe off your desk. You frantically rubbed your neck running back downstairs. "Here." Billy said snatching the wipe from you. He wiped the color from your face making sure to get most of it off your chest. "Better?" You asked. "It's gone." With a smack on your ass, Billy ran up to your room following Stu. You reeked of sex and you looked like it too.

"Coming!" You yelled running around trying to find something to spray the air with. Air freshener filled the room and thankfully covered you. Quickly you fixed your hair and opened the door. "Yeah?" Tatum pushed past you walking into the living room where a horrible display of debauchery had just occurred. "Okay." You said as Sydney followed her friend. "The killer called me last night." Sydney said on the brink of tears. "He's a fucking psychopath. He told her he'd kill her like he killed her mother." Tatum said, quickly apologizing to Sydney for the graphic rehash.

Billy and Stu stood there completely taken aback. "I thought you said you had to plan around this!" Stu snapped. "We did- we do! Why would you call Syd last night? Are you that fucking dumb?" Billy poked Stu understandably pissed about being blindsided by his best friend. "I went to sleep last night unlike you. Don't blame this shit on me because it backfired." They argued back and forth while you talked to the girls downstairs. "Okay so what do we do?" You asked hoping for a good answer. "You could stay at my place till this bastard's caught. My mom doesn't want you staying here by yourself."

You sat your head in your hands ready to cry. You didn't know what to do or who to trust. "I couldn't intrude like that." You said as Sydney sat down next to you on the couch. More so you didn't know what to do with the two men stashed in your bedroom. "That's crazy. We'd rather have you intrude than be murdered." Sydney said resting her hand on your knee. Tatum just nodded. "We're not taking no for an answer." The blonde said.

"I'll meet you all over at your place. I've got some stuff to do before I go." You shouted down the stairs hearing the front door close behind them. "What's going on?" Billy played dumb. "There's a serial killer running around that's what. You two need to get home and stay safe." You grabbed a bag from your closet packing clothes. "Where are you going?" Stu asked a little sad at the outcome of today. "I'm going to Tatum's place for a bit." Billy and Stu just stood there watching you angrily pack away your things. This was their fault. You were scared because of them. It genuinely made them both feel like shit.

"There's a spare key under the rock in the flower pot outside. Get your car and make sure to lock the place up when you leave." You didn't mean to be short with them or make them think you were mad. You enjoyed your time with them but you realized after they ran off and hid that this wasn't real. You had romanticized another situation that would never in a million years be real.

Part 7

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[luvverslair]

Hi!

So, tumblr did a thing! I saw your post that said your requests are open, and the very next post on my dash was a list of prompts and one really stood out to me!

"Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating."

May I request that with Soap/Ghost/Gaz (tho let's be real, it's perfectly believable that Gaz can pull anyone!)

Thank you! 😊

hi !! thank you for your request, i love this idea so much and i hope you enjoy!!

Ghost: When you and Ghost first started dating, you kept it to yourselves wanting to savor your relationship just for the two of you. However after a while, Ghost decided to tell his teammates about you, He started by talking about you to them saying things like “Yeah the missus dragged me out to this restaurant the other day.” and things like that, his fellow teammates would look at him like he was crazy, but would still indulge his conversation thinking he might just be lonely or trying to prove he can have a relationship. Ghost then started sharing pictures of you, whether it be pictures he took of you on dates or just funny ones around the house. This made the team even more confused about the whole situation as they like to call it, they wondered how he found so many pictures of someone online and why was he showing them off like you were actually with him, had he finally gone mad? One day Soap finally spoke up when he was again showing off pictures you had sent him while he was deployed, “L.T, we all know you’re not dating them. Who is that?” before Ghost had time to respond Gaz chimed in saying “Yeah Ghost, you started to freak us out.”Ghost let out a low chuckle before saying “I promise you they are actually with me, I’ll be the first to admit it’s shocking they out of all people chose me but they did.” Soap and Gaz brushed him off still not believing a word he said, that was until one day you came to the base because Ghost had left something he needed at your shared home. You walked into the room seeing Soap and Gaz shooting them a smile before saying “Hi, Have you guys seen Simon anywhere? Or I guess Ghost to you sorry.” They both stood there eyes wide and mouths agape, they pointed you in the direction of Ghost to which you thanked them and went to go find him, from that day forward they never said anything when Ghost would share things about you.

Soap: From the moment you both started dating, Soap immediately started telling everyone he knew about you, he loved showing you off. The only problem was you were gorgeous and seemed like a well-rounded person which didn’t seem like anyone Soap could pull, So when he started telling his teammates about you, they congratulated him and didn’t mind having conversations about you, and then he started showing pictures of you. That’s when the suspension started, nobody would ever believe someone like you would be with someone like him. One day Gaz had enough of listening to him ramble on about some random person that Soap claimed he was in a “relationship” with, “Jeez Soap stop rambling about your imaginary partner, everyone knows you lying about it.” Soap was stunned before saying “Imaginary? What in the bloody hell do you mean imaginary I’ve been with them for months for Christ's sake” He looked towards Ghost before adding “C'mon L.T. you don’t think I’m lying do ya?” Soap fully expected Ghost to call Gaz crazy and say Soap one hundred percent wasn’t lying but boy was he wrong “I do think it’s a little suspicious Johnny, from what you’ve shown me and told me, It’s hard to believe” Gaz smirked at Soap while he was in utter shock, “Just wait ya pricks, I’ll let you met them one day and when I do, it’ll shut you up real fucking fast.” Ghost and Gaz snickered while just saying “Whatever you say, Johnny”. About a month later, Johnny had the opportunity to bring you to the pub as your schedule was free. When you walked in heading over to Soap kissing him before sitting down, You introduced yourself to his fellow teammates shaking their hands while saying “Hi, I’m Y/n, I’m Johnny’s Partner nice to meet you all.” They all stood there in shock.

Gaz: Gaz and you had started dating a while back, he never really thought to mention you to his team, until one day Price was asking him about going out to the Pub on the incoming Friday with him and the rest of the squadron, Gaz quickly declined to say “Sorry Cap, I’ve got a date with the Missus that day.” Soap quickly laughed before saying “Yeah right more like you’ve got a date with your right hand, mate.” Everyone around him let out a laugh before Gaz interrupted them “Fuck off, For your information I do have a partner ya twats.” they all kept making fun of him and calling him a liar he sighed walking out of the room shaking his head, oh would he show them. The following week he had brought you to a restaurant for a date, it just so happened that his teammates were dining at the same place. You both walked in sitting down as he pulled out your chair for you, his task force immediately saw the both of you a couple of tables away, they were in utter shock, to say the least. After the both of you had finished your dinner and you were walking out, Gaz felt their eyes on the two of you so as he had his hand around your back he used his other to flip them off as you both left, before walking the both of you to his car, His teammates didn’t expect that, any of that.

well I hoped you enjoyed this !! it was a lot of fun to write and thank you again for your request and as always any feedback is appreciated !!

luv, luvver

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Come Back to Me

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Warnings: reader is super pissed, mentions of injury (slightly), lots of making out, quick and needy sex, p in v sex, unprotected sec (wrap it up kids), dash of angst but still fluffy

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Notes: First Jack fic of the year!!!! FINALLY! Back to my favorite cowboy and what a way to get back into writing him. This was fun to write based off this request! Thank you anon for the request and I hope it lives up to what you wanted! Thank you to @clint-aww-no-barton​ as always and big thanks to all the new readers!! If you want to be added to my taglist please let me know!!

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  People moved from your path with clear concern and worry. The look on your face clearly showed the rage you felt. Your boss and father was dragging behind you, calling after you trying to calm you down, but there was no use. These posh prick assholes came into your agency and shot one of your fellow agents. Not only that, but they messed with the one man you’d ever loved. That meant war. You would burn Kingsman to the fucking ground.

  “Ginger said he was going to be fine kiddo,” your father, Champ spoke as you stepped on the elevator that would lead to where sick bay was.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to kill that asshole for shooting him. He shouldn’t have been cleared to go out in the field,” you snapped as you turned to Champ.

  That shut his mouth, given he was the one who cleared him. The elevator doors opened and there stood Harry and Eggsy. One look in your direction and Eggsy’s eyes bulged.

  “Uh Harry maybe we should…”

  “Oh I don’t think so.”

  You stormed forward, pushing Harry against the glass that overlooked the hanger just outside.

  “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t throttle you where you stand?!”

  “Look, Harry was out of line but Whiskey is going to be okay.”

  Eggsy stepped forward, panic laced through his voice. He took one of your arms, Champ grabbing the other and they pulled you from Harry. He straightened his suit as you glared holes through him.

  “Get off me!” You shrugged both men off you and stepped back.

  “I believe Agent Whiskey may be…”

  “Harry don’t!” Eggsy pointed to him.

  “Oh no! Please finish your sentence, may what?”, the venom laced words almost spat from your mouth. You hadn’t even noticed your father had stepped away on the phone, until he returned.

  “We found where Poppy is. I’m sending you both with Merlin, now.”

  “You have to be kidding me!” You turned to him.

  “Listen kiddo, I understand, but you need to calm down. Go be with Jack.”

  You stood there, swearing steam was coming out of your ears. You glared at Harry one last time, before turning on your heels and headed into sick bay.

  “At least she’ll never let anyone run over her,” you heard Eggsy comment.

  “Just how I raised her.”

  Pride laced your fathers words, but even in that moment you couldn’t take it in. You were stopped dead at the sight before you. Jack was lying in one of the beds, still in his snowsuit and his head encased in a contraption of Statesman making. It was genius honestly and the invention had saved countless agents in the past. Most of them would tell anyone, they’d rather take a head shot than anywhere else. 

  “He is going to be fine but we both know what can happen,” Ginger spoke, making you jump slightly.

  “We won’t really know until he wakes up,” you let out a sigh, your anger gone and anxiety taking hold of you.

  “I gotta go help with the mission. Are you okay to stay with him?” Ginger placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you gave her a slight smile.

  “Yeah I got this,” you spoke softly and with that Ginger was gone.

  You let out a sigh and finally made yourself walk forward, sitting down in a chair next to the bed. All you could do now was wait. Your mind wandered to the worst case scenarios, and then it would skip to the feelings you kept buried so deep. Champ being your father and boss caused issues when it came to dating fellow agents, especially Jack. Your father loved him, like he did all his agents, but as he said all too often, “no one is good enough for my little girl.” You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice in your head. He really needed to move past that. Jack had been the only guy who you’d ever felt that pull with, and the temptation to beg your father to let you have this had been strong for a long time.

  You had absentmindedly taken Jack’s hand, lacing your fingers in between his. Then they twitched and your head shot up. The doors around Jack’s head opened suddenly and as he sat up, you stood. You backed up as he looked around, confusion clear on his face. Then his eyes snapped up at you, and a smirk pulled at his lips. You could tell by the way he looked at you with no recognition, that he had taken several steps back in life. You backed up again as he slid off the bed.

  “Well ain’t you the most beautiful thing to wake up to.”

  His voice held a different tone to it than it did normally. You tried to push the smile away, to keep from rolling your eyes, but you didn’t succeed in either. He started in, talking way too fast, with promises of taking you home and treating you right. You had to think fast how to snap him back to the present. Then an idea sprung to your mind and you threw caution to the wind. You stepped toward him now, causing him to stop. You reached up, taking his face in between your hands and smashed your lips against his, cutting him off mid sentence. It took him a few moments, a slight jump and then he was kissing you back, pulling you closer to him until you were desperate for air.

  “Well damn darlin’,” Jack chuckled back to himself.

  “There he is.” He gave you a questioning look. “You were young Jack again, trying to put the moves on me.”

  “I don’t have to be a younger me to do that,” he smirked down at you. “But thank you for bringing me back like that.”

  You searched his eyes and he seemed to be doing the same to you. Your heart pounded in your ears and you knew, right now, was the chance to finally just take the plunge.

  “Oh fuck it,” you panted and crashed your lips back to his.

  One arm stayed solid around your waist, as he kissed you back, the other coming up to your cheek, brushing hair away. He kissed you deeper, pulling you so close that you were as connected as you could be with clothes on.

  “Where’s Ginger?” He panted as he pulled away, backing you up toward the bed.

  “Not here,” was all you said before your lips collided again, and you melted into him.

  Jack skillfully turned you around, picking you up as he did and placing you on the bed. You opened your legs for him and he slid between them, never once letting his lips slip from yours. Everything was Jack, the sick bay slipped away, the thought of anyone coming in a distant thought. You didn’t care anymore, you needed him and you needed him now. The damn had broke and you were swept up in the flood of feelings taking over.

  “We need to be quick, unfortunately,” he kissed you again deeply. “But I promise I’m going to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

  He froze when your hand pushed on his chest slightly, your eyes connecting as something different danced there.

  “Jack I’ve wanted nothing more for a long time. It’s just…”

  “Champ.”

  “He’ll get over it. I’m an adult. It’s past time for him to let go.”

  He smiled then and let out a breath, before his lips were back on yours again. His hands wandered, slipping under your dress and up your thighs, making you shiver. You let out a whine against his lips, as he slipped your dress up to your midsection. He made quick work of pulling off the snowsuit he wore and freeing himself from his jeans. He pulled away panting as you laid down and he pulled you to the edge, before resting his forehead against yours. His eyes stayed connected to yours as he slipped your underwear off until you looked down, watching as he tucked them into his pocket. He smirked and you couldn’t stop one from pulling at your own lips.

  “You okay?” He spoke softly and you simply nodded your head.

  He pushed inside of you and the two of you let out your own noises of pleasure. Your eyes rolled and then fluttered shut at the feeling of him. He felt so perfect, like he was meant for you. His lips took yours again, as he started to move his hips gently but quickly.

  “You feel so damn good darlin’,” he groaned against your lips, pulling just away enough to speak.

  You couldn’t even respond. You were too overwhelmed with it all. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your fingers went to his hair. He moved quicker and just slightly harder, both of you desperate to hit your highs as quick as you could. Jack licked his two middle fingers, and snaked them between the two of you to rub your clit. You let out a loud moan, that was cut off by his lips, and you snapped. Your body shook and you grabbed at him in every way possible, like a vice. He took over every single one of your senses, driving your through your high. You heard him, almost from far away, groaning in your ear as his head slumped to your shoulder as he shuddered through his own release. Both of your bodies relaxed in unison, and you panted for only a few moments longer. You desperately wished he didn’t have to move away, that this moment didn’t have to end. Reality sucked that way. He pushed himself away reluctantly and pulled out of you, making you hissing at the loss of him. He fixed himself and then helped you, both of you still dazed and humming with the afterglow.

  “What happens now?” the fear in your voice evident.

  “I’m not real sure darlin’, but I know I want to continue this and, maybe, take you on a real date sometime. That’s, if you’ll have me. And your pops doesn’t kill me.”

  You both let out a chuckle.

  “Jack I’ve wanted this for a really long time. I’ve just, always been worried about so many way this could go wrong, but seeing you lying on that bed…I…I knew I needed to just take the jump, and hope you caught me.”

  “I’ll always catch you darlin’,” he bent, kissing your forehead gently, and you smiled beaming bright.

  “Guys we have a problem,” Ginger burst in to the room, looking between the two of you in shock, before shaking her head slightly.

  “What’s going on?”

  Jack spoke, but his voice sounded off to you, suddenly. You studied him as Ginger went into the details of the mission and the loss of Merlin. Jack asked her to get his jet ready, and you followed him to his office where he could change. Something had shifted in his demeanor and it made your stomach flip with dread. Something was wrong, you could feel it. He was slipping in to a jean jacket when you finally pushed the words out.

  “Jack,” he turned to you, eyes softening and eyebrows raising slightly. “Please come back to me. Whatever happens next, I want to figure it out with you.”

  The words came out soft, scared, as the instincts that had been honed in your time as an agent warned you of impending danger. He locked eyes with you and he seemed to wrestle with himself for far too long, before he physically wilted. Decision seemingly made he stepped forward, kissing your forehead again.

  “I promise I’ll come back to you darlin’,” you knew he meant it, could hear it in his voice, but it only made you relax slightly, intuition still telling you something was wrong.

  You stood there in his office and watched him leave, his promise ringing in your ears. All you could do, was wait.

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[inkymoon16]

could you do sirius black smut? thanksss

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The Black Tie Affair

Summary:

Sirius Black x Reader smut

18+ content

The Yule Ball was one of your favorite events at Hogwarts. This year, Sirius Black had asked you to be his date. You had always thought he was attractive. There was something rugged and raw in his energy. You were surprised when he asked you to the Ball at the end of Potions class the other week. You didn’t know he was even aware of your existence. But nonetheless, you were very excited to go with him. 

Your dress was absolutely breathtaking. It was a tulle dress the color of the sky on a clear blue day that had puffed sleeves and tight cuffs around your wrists. You wore white kitten heels and your hair was pinned up. You were adding the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard a knock on the door. 

“Y/N, your date is in the common room!” Your roommate sang out, grinning. 

You smiled into the mirror and added a spritz of perfume. You glanced one last time into the mirror and headed down the stairs. Sirius looked absolutely dashing in his new navy suit that had light blue accents to match your dress. He bent down, giving you a mock kiss on your hand and you laughed. 

“Shall we?” He took your hand as he led you down the stairwells to the Great Hall.

The halls were beautifully decorated with Christmas accents, a fresh scent of pine needles and holly wafting around. As you neared the Great Hall, Sirius’s hand brushed your back and you felt sparks ignite where his hand met your skin. 

Once there, you sat at a table with Sirius and his friends. The music came on and you all went to the dance floor. You kept making lustful eye contact with Sirius and his eyes always roamed to your mouth. A shiver rolled down your spine the second time it happened. 

A slow song came on and he grabbed his hand and pulled you in. 

“You look absolutely ravishing in that dress Y/N.” 

You blushed. “Thank you. I like your suit. You clean up well or so it appears.”

He smiled a wolfish grin. “I like that dress,” He leaned into your ear and your heart started to race at his close proximity. “But I think it’d look better on the floor. Don’t you agree?”

Your eyes widened. You playfully slapped him on the shoulder and he chuckled in response.

“Well?” He said, cocking an eyebrow and smirking. 

“Only if you can manage to undo all the buttons.” He grinned wider in response. He took your hand and led you out of the Great Hall. He put one arm around your shoulder and led you deeper into the hallways. Since everyone was at the Ball, the hallways were deserted. Creating the perfect makeout atmosphere. 

He quickly pushed you against the closest wall, putting his hands near your head. He leaned in close to you. He said nothing, licking his lips. You put your hands on his waist and felt a heat rushing through your body. You wanted him, now. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, in a low voice. You nodded and he leaned in. 

Sirius put his lips against yours, tentative at first. Exploring how you tasted and the softness of your lips. You parted your lips slightly, inviting his tongue to enter. He grunted when your tongues touched and that simple sound set your body on fire. You broke the kiss, gasping for air. 

His eyes were glazed over in lust and you had never seen a more attractive sight. 

“Somewhere more private Y/N?” He took your hand and led you back to the Gryffindor dorms. The common room was just as deserted and he whisked you up the stairs to his room. He slammed the door shut and pressed you up against it. 

He ripped his jacket off while his lips were still pressed against yours. He tugged his tie off, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a little. The messed up hair was more attractive. He sat down in a chair, manspreading. You stood before him, still fully dressed in your gown. 

You smiled sultrily at him, deciding to make a show of undressing. You turned around, wordlessly commanding him to unbutton the back of your gown. His hands delicately brushed your back, starting at the top and taking his time working his way down to the bottom. Each button he undid you felt the fire in your body grow hotter and more insistent. He began to slowly part the dress and you quickly turned back around before he ripped it off too fast. 

You slowly peeled the dress off, making sure his eyes roamed your entire body. You flung your heels to the side and you were now naked besides lingerie. He ripped his shirt off and his toned stomach made your stomach drop. You wanted to run your hands across his chest and lick his abs. 

You prowled towards him and sat on top of his lap, and felt his rock hard erection beneath you. You plunged your hands into his hair and kissed his neck. 

“Y/N, this is nice, but I want to fuck you so badly. I can’t take a second longer.” He said, whispering into your ear. 

“Patience Black.” 

You slid off his lap and got onto your knees before him. Your core was pounding at the sight of looking up at him. He pulled his pants down and his erection was very visible through his boxers. You slowly pulled his boxers down and his generous length sprang out. You ran your hands up his legs, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. 

You spit onto his dick, putting one hand at the base and your mouth on his tip. He gasped when your wet lips touched the head of his penis. He grabbed the side of his desk for support. You pumped your hand up and down the length of his dick while you swirled your tongue across his tip. 

He unclasped your bra with his hands and you removed your mouth from his penis so he could see your chest. You smiled up at him while his eyes roamed over your full breasts. They were aching to be touched. You leaned back down to his dick and continued to give him head for a little while longer. 

“Y/N, take off your panties and get on the bed.” He said, his voice rasping. 

You didn’t have to be told twice. You shimmied out of your panties, only momentarily embarrassed to be fully naked. You lay down on his bed, propping yourself up with your arms. 

“I can’t tell you how many times I had imagined this during class. You are gorgeous.”

You blushed. You reached a hand up to his head, bringing his face down to yours. Your lips joined together and you felt his hand run down from your neck to your breasts. He circled your nipple a couple times, making your core pound harder. His hand went lower and you spread your legs slightly in anticipation. 

He put 2 fingers inside you, feeling just how wet you were for him. You gasped when you felt him begin to curl his fingers to hit the spot. Your hips raised. He put his free hand in your mouth, swirling around your teeth. He felt so good. A chain around his neck dangled down over your face. 

He removed his fingers, replacing their emptiness with the fullness of his dick. You both grunted when he entered you. He put one hand above your head on the pillow, the other by your side. He thrusted into you a few times, slowly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making his thrusts go deeper. 

You were gasping in his ear with each thrust. He was fantastic. You had one hand wrapped around his neck, the other raking down his back. His groans grew deeper. 

“Let me flip you.” He pulled out of you, and you turned over onto your stomach, arching your back into the air. Your head was smushed into the pillow below you while your ass was in the air. You felt him enter again and moaned his name in ecstasy. 

He rocked into you, getting faster in this position. The bed began to creak and you both laughed. He was hitting your spot so good that you thought you might finish soon. 

“I decided I want to see your beautiful face when you finish. Have you ever gotten on top before?” 

“Mhm.” Was all you could manage since your face was smushed. 

He pulled out once again and you ached for his fullness again. You changed positions, letting him lie flat this time. You put his dick inside you, kneeling. You laid both your hands flat on his chest, going up and down slowly, teasing him.

Being on top was actually your favorite position because it allowed you to have control. You leaned down into his chest, your mouth next to his ear. You moaned his name into his ear and he bucked his hips into yours. He was hitting your spot and you felt so good. You sat up, riding him. He placed one hand on your hip and moved the other to your breast. He caressed your nipple, sending sparks up your stomach. 

You felt yourself getting close. “Sirius, I'm gonna finish soon.” 

“Good ‘cuz I am too.” He grunted. 

You both became sloppy in your movements as you neared your finishes. Your moans grew into gasps as you finished. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back. He thrust a few sloppy times into you and you felt him finish beneath you. 

“Holy fuck Y/N.” 

You smiled, burrowing your head into his neck. He stroked his hands through your hair a couple times before you got up to use the bathroom. That was probably the best sex of your life. 

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Papa’s Got You: A Descendants Short (Rest in Power, Ken Page)

Here’s a little short I did for the Spooky Month, a sweet little moment between baby Darcy and her papa! Rest in peace to Ken Page, thank you for giving life to one of my fave villains of all time! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Another crack of lightning ripped across the sky, the thunder that followed rattling the barrier and all the buildings of the Isle of the Lost that laid beneath it. The thick, heavy raindrops smacked onto its jagged edges and rolled off it into the ocean, the storm stirring the waves up around its base. Many of the residents of the forlorn island grumbled in annoyance at the noise and picked up items that had fallen from their places. Storms without the rain were common here, and most of the residents were indifferent by now…

Most.

On the outskirts of the dilapidated city sat the lair that was home to the Boogie family. The twisted tree stood menacing as ever, knowing what lay beneath it. But in that dread chamber now, hunched below one of the various machines with her tiny burlap hands over her ears was little Darcy Boogie, the daughter of the Boogie Man himself. She wasn’t scared, of course, don’t be ridiculous! Nothing scared her, just like her papa! She just…didn’t like all the noise, that’s all!

Heavy footsteps sounded through the room as the one and only Oogie Boogie entered his lair, just as another streak of lightning split the air and thunder roared once again. Following this sound, he heard another, a little shriek of fright and he gained a soft, knowing smile one would never expect to see on the face of the King of Terror as he walked toward the sound. Kneeling down, he was greeted with the sight he had expected: his little girl, hunched up and trying to put on a brave face, but unable to hide how she was shaking. Eyes wide, Darcy turned to look at her father.

“I don’t like it, papa! It’s too loud! I want it to stop!”, she said, before quickly adding, “But I ain’t scared, I’m not scared of nothin’!”

Her father gave a low chuckle before reaching over to ruffle her hair, “Course not, Lil Terror.” He had just barely gotten the sentence out before another boom of thunder sounded and Darcy dashed over and leaped onto her father, hiding her head in his shoulder.

Standing up with Darcy in the crook of one arm, the boogieman soothed his daughter, “It’s alright now, Darlin’. Thunder can’t get ya, it’s just noisy.”

Darcy only pouted and clutched on tighter in response. She kept her face hidden as her papa took her about halfway up the stairs, stopping in front of a window with a view of the skyline. Lightning continued to flash, and Darcy peeked up when the light caught her eyes. It was…kind of pretty.

“Ya see, Pun’Kin? All it is is a flashy light show, nothin’ to be spooked about.”, Oogie assured her, and Darcy seemed about ready to agree, before thunder rattled the entire floor, and she squealed and hid her face in her father’s shoulder again.

“Shh, it’s alright, baby girl. I’m here, papa’s got ya.”, he told her softly, rocking her back and forth. After a short while, Darcy began to calm down, though her grip on her father never faltered.

“How ‘bout we go up and you can try and spook the trouble trio, huh? That always makes you feel better, don’t it?”, the Boogie Man suggested. Shakily, Darcy nodded and the daddy-daughter duo headed up the stairs to do their favorite thing in the world.

Later, after she had thoroughly petrified Lock, Shock and Barrel, earning praise from her father as he’d given one of his big, booming laughs, Darcy found herself standing by the door, watching the clouds begin to dissipate. She stuck her tongue out at the receding gray mounds. Nothing was going to get her. Not while her papa was here, ready to scare anything threatening away.

And there you have it! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs!

[annab-nana]

okay so I suck at making requests but want to support you the most I can so here I am hihi. can you write something with “hi. i am here to be your nurse.” please? maybe with robin buckley? but you can choose anyone you want ☺️ I love you hihi <3

omg of course and we are 100% doing this with robin! i love her and get so little requests for her so i was soooooo excited to see this one! i love you too sweetheart <333

warnings: not proofread, rambly nervous robin, wound cleaning, set in s4, a little bit of a longer blurb

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once the lot of you had dashed over to max's after leaving the upside down, everyone took a collective breather. steve, robin, and max were checking in on nancy and dustin was further explaining his plan to eddie, lucas and erica adding in their own aiding commentary. you took the opportunity to slip off to the bathroom.

even though every single one of them was a friend to you, you just couldn't truly relax and think with so many people around you. you also had bigger issues on your hands.

"shit," you hissed when you slowly and carefully pulled your pants down to reveal the damage the demobats—dustin's term, not yours—did to your thighs. they did a number on both, but your left truly took a worse hit than your right. "no more shorts for me for a while i guess."

glancing around to see what you could use to help your wounds, your eyes landed on the sink before you reached to turn the faucet on. first, you needed to get this clean. there was no telling what those things had and could've transferred over to you.

a knock pulled you from your focus.

"hey, it's robin," the girl announced. "max gave me some supplies to help you and steve clean up."

"is steve out there too?" you were comfortable with robin seeing you without pants on and steve wouldn't have been so bad. you would rather it be robin alone though.

"it's just me."

you let out a small sigh in relief. "okay, you can come in."

she opened the door only a sliver before sliding in. when her eyes met yours, she showed her famous slightly awkward grin. "hi. i am here to be your nurse."

the girl always knew how to put a smile on your face even in the worst of times.

"where do you want me, dr. b?"

she sat the stuff max had given her down on the counter and patted the empty space next to it. "right here will be fine." she then squatted down to open some cabinets, pulling out a large first aid kit that looked very well used. "we hit the jackpot coming to the mayfield's. max's mom has always been super paranoid of a skating injury so we've lucked out."

"i don't know if i consider myself lucky given the events," you mentioned, glancing down at your legs. "but, i do appreciate the positivity."

once she got set up, robin started gently pressing the wet rag to your wounds. your hands gripped harshly at the counter's edge while she whispered gentle i'm sorry's and i'll be done soon's.

she kept her head down, eyes focused on the task at hand, but you couldn't help but watch her. she stuck her tongue out ever so slightly in the most adorable way. her hands were so delicate as they touched you. her soft reassurances filled your heart with warmth and love.

"i really appreciate you doing this by the way." her eyes glanced up to meet yours before looking back down at her work.

"ye-yeah, no problem," she spoke quickly. "what are friends for?"

"oh, you've wounded me, rob," you teased, but it appeared with the way that her face dropped that she misunderstood.

"oh my g- i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to. i'll try to press more gently. i'm sorr-"

"robin, not with that."

"with what then?" sometimes, the girl could be so oblivious.

"what are friends for?" you repeated her words back to her. "i thought we were a little more than that."

"well, you're not just a friend to me. you're like my best friend. like my best best friend. more than steve even, but don't tell him i said that because he would be crushed and i can't deal with him being all down. it's so sad and he gets all mopey and clingy, but not saying that i wouldn't ever be there for him. it's just i-"

you cut her off with a call of her name, her eyes snapping to yours instead of bouncing all over the place as she rambled. "robin."

"yeah?"

"can i kiss you?"

her eyes practically bulged out of her head before she fully processed what you said and nodded in agreement. with a surge forward, your lips were on hers, relishing in the feeling they had wanted for so long. the circumstances weren't the greatest and it was highly likely that neither of you would make it out of this whole vecna thing alive. maybe that's what added to your urgency to kiss her, the fear that you would never be able to.

when you pulled away, robin attempted to fight off her growing grin while you relished in yours.

"i have to admit, i like your bedside manner, buckley."

"let's get you cleaned up and maybe we can do some more of that, yeah?"

"sounds wonderful, dr. b."

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All I Need

Chapter 8.5 (Matty's Version)

A/N: someone left this anon (thank uuu) and I couldn't just do a blurb for it..i felt the need to do a full chapter, adding Matty's experience of the events during chapter 8. I hope you like it, guys!!

Warnings: little fluff, heavy feelings, angst, hurt feelings, SO MUCH CRYING (sorry), typos. Also, it can be a little repetitive sometimes because it has parts similar to chapter 8 (the original) but read everything because this is only Matt's POV.

Word count: 7.1 K

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Evening of the 1st show of ‘The 1975 on tour’.

Matty smiled down at his guitar, recalling inside his mind the morning with Amelia and Y/n. He wanted his life to be that, spending all his time with them in their house. Matty loved performing, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop doing shows. Although, since Amelia was growing faster and faster, and his relationship with Y/n getting more serious, he didn’t want to miss anything. 

His sight looked up, beyond the stage of the arena, towards the seats Amelia was going to see him play. Matty’s heart pumping nervously inside his ribcage. His little girl. 

“You look…happy.” George almost hesitates to say, interrupting his inner talk.

Matty let the guitar hang in front of him, turning to look at George, “I am, mate.” he smiled sincerely. 

“Mel and Y/n are coming, right?” G messed around with his set, waiting for Ross and Adam to show up.

“Yes.” Matty couldn’t help to smile even bigger.

“Can’t wait to see the little miss.” 

Ross popped out from behind George, screaming, “Alright, babies, aren’t we supposed to do soundcheck or something?” he patted G’s back, gaining an annoyed look from him.

“Yeah, but we were waiting for you, div.” Matty snapped. 

“Ahh, you miss me, Matty?” Ross messed with him, going to kiss his cheek.

“Fuck off!” he shielded his face. 

A few feet behind Matty, Adam plugged his guitar, “Stop that, let’s get this started!” he scolded them and the three grown-ups took their places. 

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Backstage at the arena.

Matty walked along George’s side, not paying attention to all the warnings he was giving him for the show. He kept his attention down towards his phone. Y/n had notified him, by text, that they arrived. Matty’s heart fluttering with the thought of having them around. He started walking faster. George didn’t stop talking, almost running to keep Matty’s pace. 

When they could see Amelia, Denise and Y/n at the other side of the hall, George acknowledged the baby first, “Where’s my favourite god-daughter?” George’s shouted when his sight fell on Denise holding Matty’s child.

“You only have one, idiot.” Matty hit him playfully on his arm.

“Org, org!” Amelia boobed up and down, excited to see them.

Once they were close enough, George stole her from Denise’s arms, wrapping Amelia with his owns. Matty went to stand closer to Y/n, touching the small of her back, sighing under his breath, feeling at ease knowing she was there with him. 

“Hi, beautiful!” G tickled her. “I missed you!” He went to kiss her cheeks, making the little girl blush. 

“You haven’t seen her in two days…” Matty scoffed, rolling his eyes. His hands drew figures on Y/n’s back, feeling desperate because there were layers between his hands and her skin. Matty felt her relax under his touch. 

“Daddy!” Matty’s face brightened, hearing Amelia calling him.

“Is this gorgeous lady asking for me?” Matty took her from G’s arms, gaining a protest from his bandmate. George’s attention changed, going to say hello to Denise and started chatting.

“You look so pretty!” He complimented his daughter, admiring her outfit, on the same vibe as he had planned for his own for the show. “She looks perfect.” Matty turned to look at Y/n.

“She looks dashing.” Denise said, instead interrupting her talking and preventing any response from Y/N. Matty looked at his own mother. “Aren’t you going to greet your mother, Matthew?” She teased him.

“Hi, mom.” He went to kiss her cheek, with Amelia resting her head on his shoulder.

Y/n focused her own sight on George standing at the other side. “Am I invisible to you, Daniels?” Y/n exclaimed, arching her eyebrow to him.

George dramatically let his tall body hang a little, comically going to engulf Y/n in a big hug. “Thought I was imagining you being here!” He joked, talking at the top of Y/n’s head.

“Ha, ha…so funny.” Y/n’s voice coming muffled by George’s chest.

Matty stared at them, “Let her breath, George.” he whined from her side.

George let her go, resting his right arm on top of Y/n’s shoulders. “Jealous man talking…”

“How was sound check?” Y/n freshly cut the bickering.

“Everything is ready to go.” G said excited.

Y/n looked up at him, “That’s cool. Charli is coming, right?” She asked.

“Yeah! She’s looking forward to seeing you and Ames.”

“Me too! I haven’t-” Y/n started to talk, when someone from the crew shouted.

“Matty!” Mark –the security guard– made himself visible for them; the whole group turning around to look at him. “There is a girl at the gate, asking for you.” Mark addressed Matty directly.

“I’m not expecting anyone else, must be a fan.” The frontman tried to brush it off,

Mark insisted, “She’s not…she’s on the list.”

“Fuck…can you take Amelia for a second?” Matty looked at Y/n, pleading.

 “Yes.” Y/n’s replied.

Matty stared at her eyes for a moment, feeling there was some kind of worry. He wanted to take it away and bring back her smile. 

“I’ll be right back.” Matty reassured her. 

He ran towards Mark, turning back to check at Y/n and Amelia until he couldn’t see them.

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At the gate

“Hi, Matty.” Daisy greeted him, when he came to the back entrance.

She was standing beside a bodyguard, looking even more small than she was. Matty felt a wash of relieve to know it was his friend the one at the gate and not some crazy person trying to get in.

“Hey, Dais. Whatcha doing here?” he went for a hug. 

Her answer came from behind his head, “You asked me?” she inquired. 

“Right! Shit- I forgot.” 

“I knew it, you idiot.” she hit his arm playfully.

Matty watched Mark talk with the other guard, letting him know everything was fine. The frontman detached himself from Daisy, glancing at her face. 

“Sorry, sorry…I’ve been-”

“Ignoring your dear friend.” she accused him directly. 

“I wasn’t ignoring you, if that’s the case I’ve been ignoring you and all the rest. I’ve been occupied with-” he blushed. “I’ll tell you later, there are a few people I want you to meet.” Matty exclaimed excited. He wanted to introduce his dear friend to Amelia and Y/n. 

“Let’s go then!” she urged him.

Walking at the same speed –not too fast, not too slow–, Matty and Daisy made their way from the gate towards the green room where people awaited for Matty specially. Matty rubbed his hands, anxiously. The time before the show was coming to an end, and his nerves sensed it.

He tried to distract himself making conversation, “So, how’s everything?”

“Not good, not bad, y’know? He’s telling bad things about me to all of our mutual friends, so…” Daisy brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, tired. 

“He’s such a twat.” Matty didn’t hesitate to say.

“I know.” she bobbed her head up and down.

“You deserve better, Daisy.” Matty let his hand rest in the middle of her upper back, patting her to show his support.

“I’m aware. Thanks, Matty.” she smiled at him, turning around the corner. Loud voices coming from the green room, and the hustle of the arena. “Hey! Sorry for bringing the mood down, this is your night!” she cheered up a little. 

“Yeah, yeah.” he smirked. “Okay, here.” he guided her, letting enter the room first.

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Backstage room. 

(30 minutes for the show…)

“Daddy!” Amelia was the first one to spot him, leaving Hann’s children playing alone. 

Matty's sight went first towards Y/n who was chatting with Carly. She found his eyes for a split second and then looked down. Odd.

Amelia collided with his legs, forcing him to pay attention to her, “Hey, baby.” Matty lift her up. “This one is Amelia, my daughter.” He introduced Daisy to Amelia, returning his eyes to Y/n’s form sitting on the big couch, she was not really listening to Carly’s story.

Matty grew confused with Y/n’s reaction. It was like she was miles away from him, he didn’t like the feeling.

“Hi, sweetie.” Daisy greeted Matty’s daughter.

Amelia hid her face on Matty’s neck. “She’s shy with new people.”

“It’s fine.” Daisy understood, she was a very shy person herself, so she related to the little girl.

 Suddenly, Matty watched from the corner of his eye how Y/n pushed up from her sit, excusing herself with Carly. Walking fast towards the door. 

“Y/n?” Matty interrupted her exit, worried.

“Yeah?” She turned around. Matty looked her eyes drift between them three, hiding something behind her beautiful eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, Matty. I need to go to the bathroom. Watch Amelia for me, please.” Y/n rushed her words and stormed out.

It took Matty a second to react, even though when he realized he needed to do something he moved fast.

“Mom?” Matty instantly shouted for his mother. 

“Yes, Matty?” 

“Can you look after Amelia?” he asked, walking closer to her, leaving Daisy behind.

Denise studied his worried face, “Everything is alright?”

“Yes- I don’t know, please.” he insisted, passing Amelia, so his mom could hold her. When his daughter was secured, he moved around,  “Sorry, Daisy. Be right back.” he apologized with her.

One look at his face after Y/n left the room, gave Daisy enough information to just say, “Don’t worry, go!”

****

Matty ran to the bathroom, knowing she was at the other side. He stopped, looking at the red door, catching his breath. 

He knocked rhythmically.

“Y/n.” Matty called her, trying to be polite and respectful, waiting for her permission.

“No!” she shouted, but before Y/n could prevent it, Matty was inside. He preferred to say sorry and no please that time. 

Matty took her state in, her body deflating. He exclaimed a quiet, “Baby…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Y/n took some steps backwards. Matty’s heart break into pieces. She didn’t want him close. His mind started to pound and his hands sweating. What happened? In fact, what was happening?

“Y/n?” He asked, expecting. 

“Please, leave me alone.” She coldly responded.

“Y/n-” He protested.

Y/n shook her head from side to side, without looking at him. “Matty, I-”

“Sweetheart-” Matty came closer, he lifted his hand going to touch her face, Y/n sensed it. She made the space between them even bigger. Matty’s heart stopping for a second. “It’s not-” he wanted to tell her that it wasn’t alright from her to push him out and what could he do, but she understood something else.

Y/n lift her hand, stopping him. “Don’t tell me it’s not what I think it is…I have eyes. I don’t understand.” 

Realization hit Matty fully when Y/n spoke those words. She believed Daisy was one of his exes. Matty felt an urge to whipped his worries.

“There’s nothing to understand, baby!” Matty desperately tried.

“Don’t call me baby! No when she’s in the other room-” Y/n bit her lips.

“This is not– She’s not–” Matty didn’t know how to explain everything, how to repair the damage he did. He wanted to push her closer, he needed Y/n. Matty felt hopeless and terrified.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Y/n stated, regaining her coldness. 

Matty felt weak on the knees when her words reached his ears, “Y/n, please listen to me! This is a mis-” He begged.

“So you can lie to me again? I’m naive, no stupid.” Y/n spat. “I need to go and check on Amelia.” She told him, starting to walk towards the door.

She couldn’t leave the room without this mess being clarified. 

“Amelia is with my mom. She’s okay. Y/n don’t go.” Matty took her wrist. Y/n look at his fingers, and back at his eyes when he started talking. “I invited her way back, wasn’t expecting her to actually show up. She doesn’t mean anything!” He screamed. Matty felt like his words weren’t reaching her. Panic was filling his body, he couldn’t lose her.

“I don’t care, Matty. Let me go.” Y/n said strangely calmed.

“I can’t let you go….how could I?” Matty felt his eyes watering. “No when I’ve just got you back…” Matty spoke softly, loosing strength.

“Don’t-” Y/n protested. “Just stop. Let me go.” She insisted.

“Y/n-”

Someone knocked on the bathroom door behind them. Matty felt rage overtaking him.

“What?!” He shouted, still holding Y/n.

“Matty, are you there?” The stage manager asked. 

Matty breathed in, trying to calm down, he asked, “Yes, what?”

“5 minutes!” The person informed him.

“Fuck!” He swore under his breath.

“I’ll get Mel…” Y/n took her hand out of his embrace.

Matty went to touch her again, screaming, “Y/n!” but she was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He started screaming without caring who could hear him.

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Matty stumbled into the green room, feeling disconnected from everything. Was Y/n going to leave him? 

This was a big misunderstanding he needed to fix. Daisy was his friend, and Y/n the love of his life, the mother of his child, his everything. He couldn’t lose her two times in his life. 

“Matty?” Adam asked slowly, carefully.

The frontman looked like a cat ready to jump and scratch you. 

“Mhm.” he mumbled.

“Are you okay?”

Silence was the answer the guitarist gain from his friend. He placed a hand on his shoulder, still being careful but hurried by the time. They had to get on stage right now. 

“What?” Matty snapped out of his trance. 

“Are you okay?” Adam asked again.

Matty looked around the room. The rest of the band directly staring at him, he grew self-conscious. He had a work to do.

“Yes-” he cleared his throat.  “Yes, I’m fine. Let’s do this.” Matty walked out the room without making contact with his mates. 

He was going to do the show, as best as he could, still thinking about Amelia, and then when everything was done he was going to approach Y/n and fix the mess.

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Matty wasn’t really interacting with the crowd. Barely touching the wine the crew left for him to drink, he preferred to stay sober. Although he was smoking like a chain, his nerves and anxiety spiralling. 

Even with the mix of emotion he was going through that night, the band managed to deliver an amazing show. The singer knew he should interact with the crowd more, but he had no energy.

Matty lighted another cig when the rest of the band left him alone on stage for a few minutes. He took the microphone, walking closer to the edge of the stage. He looked up to the left side of the stage, shielding his eyes from the strong lights.

“There’s someone special here tonight…” He started to speak, still looking. People cheered for him, screaming a lot of different things he missed. “I don’t remember the exact place, but-” He rambled. “My little girl is here!” Matty screamed proud. 

The lights around the arena came back on, so he could see better around. Although, Matty wasn’t having it.

“Turn the lights off again!” He demanded. “Please, put your phones aside…” He asked rather politely. “My daughter is watching me and the rest of the band…” Matty made a signal like that last part didn’t matter, making everyone laugh. “For the first time…” He started walking around the stage, looking down at the floor.  “She’s here, with my mom and her own mother-” Y/n’s face hurt inside the bathroom earlier on made him want to cry. “So, as you can see, this is a very special night for me.” he looked at the sea of people following every one of his movements. 

People started screaming, and proceed to chant Amelia’s name. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Matty spoke, bringing his free hand to his heart, looking at the fans. Even though he wasn’t a big fan to acknowledge that many people knew his baby’s name. He wanted to keep Amelia out of the spotlight as much as he could. His protective side turned on. “Back to me now…” The crowd laughed again. “This night is special. There are some things I wish were different, but life is-” Matty stopped his sentence, he wasn’t going to share this part of his life with the fans. “I don’t know.” He finished without making too much sense. Matty really didn’t care. 

The rest of the band returned to the stage, Matty stared at them for a second without speaking. “Right, we’re going to play one of Amelia’s favourite songs…which obviously-” He smugly exclaimed. “It’s one written by daddy.” he pointed to his chest, gaining a new round of screams from the crowd. “I hope you like it, baby. I love you!” Matty closed the moment. 

The first chord of ‘Sincerity is Scary’ started playing around the big venue. 

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Almost midnight, still at the arena.

When the show was done, he almost forgot to say goodbye to the crowd. Matty wanted to found Y/n as fast as he could. 

He entered the green room, some guys from the crew were there working on stuff Matty didn’t focus on. No Amelia, no Y/n. 

Matty returned to the hall, watching a happy George walk closer and closer.

“George, have you seen, Y/n?” he asked, his breath rapidly. 

“No.” G’s demeanour changing completely, feeling like something bad was happening.

“Amelia?”

George tried to think, “No since-”

“Fuck, fuck.”

“Hey, they must be stucked with the fans or something.” the drummer tried to reason with his friend, not wanting to think that something bad indeed happened.

“No.” Matty took his phone from his pocket. Nothing.

Adam and Ross rounded George’s body, coming into Matty’s view. They looked at his friend who asked without skipping a bit, “Guys, have you seen Y/n or Amelia?”

“No.”

Ross stared at him, going to speak, “No, since earlier. What’s-” 

Denise and Daisy’s returned interrupted him.

“Mom!” Matty shouted.

Denise didn’t notice her son’s worried state, she went to congratulate him, “Matty! What a show! Amelia was so happy to watch-”

He interrupted her, “Yeah, yeah. Where are they?” he asked, going directly to the point.

She stared at his face, “Y/n and Amelia?”

“Yes, mom! Fuck- Where are they?”

“What’s wrong, Matty?”

“I don’t know, fuck.”

“Y/n told us she was going, I thought she was returning here…” Denise told him what she knew.

“Okay, I-”

“Hey, they’re fine” Denise let her hands rest on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. 

Matty tapped on the screen of his phone. “I need to know exactly that, Denise.” 

“Call her.”

“Thanks mum, very helpful.” his voice full of irony. Matty placed his phone to his ear. “I’ve been trying, she’s not picking up.” 

“There must be a reason.”

Matty tried again and Y/n picked up finally. 

“Y/n, thank god! Where are you?” Matty screamed.

He noticed her cold tone she used in the bathroom, “Home.”

“Fuck, Y/n! You scared the shit out of me!” Matty walked down the hall, far from the rest of the group. 

She explained, “I’d told your mom to tell you. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Bab-” Matty started to say, pressing on his free ear because the guys and Daisy were making too much noise. 

Y/n cut him, saying, “Amelia is fine, Matty. I’m sorry. Go to your after party-” 

He interrupted her this time, “Fuck, no, I’m not going to that…we need to talk! I have to finish here, and then-” Matty tried again for Y/n to listen. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Matty. Not now.” Y/n stopped him.

Matty felt panic creeping inside his body. “Y/n…” He begged. 

“I’m going to bed, to my bed.” Y/n informed him; her voice breaking at the end. The mention of ‘my bed’ and not ‘our bed’ broke his heart in pieces. “Good night, congratulations!” She choked on her words. 

Before Matty couldn’t add a single sound, Y/n hang up the phone.

“Shit.” Matty shouted, making his friends and mom to look at him. He felt the tears wetting his cheeks. This night supposed to happen differently.

Denise, George, and Daisy approached him almost immediately when his broken cries reached them.

“Where are they?” Denise inquired first.

“Home.” Matty dried his eyes with his sleeve. “I need to go home.” he touched his pockets, trying to think if he had everything.

“What’s happening?” Denise continued. 

“I don’t know, mom.” Matty told her a white lie. “Daisy?” he turned to look at his friend.

“Yes?” 

“I need to rush home. You can go with the boys to the after party if you want, or I’ll call a car for you.” 

“Sorry guys, but jet-lag it’s hitting me.” she told G, and he boobed his head understanding.

A quick set of goodbyes were exchanged between the little group. Afterwards, Matty walked around the halls and spaces of the backstage with Daisy to found the way out of the arena.

“So, what’s happening with Y/n?” she took the risk to ask Matty.

Matty putted his hands on his trousers pockets, “How do you know it’s about her?” he didn’t look at her face. 

“I see how you look at her, Matty.” Daisy smiled.

“Right.”

“And how she looks at you.” Matty’s friend admitted. “So, what’s happening?”

“I’m not sure, and I’m scared.”

Daisy placed a hand on his back, like he did earlier that night when they were talking about her ex.“Hey,” she called him. “Everything is going to be alright, yeah?”

Matty made direct eye contact. “I hope so”

“Believe me, I’m a little witch-y.” she joked.

He said, feeling a little more calm, “You’re a little bitchy.”

“Asshole.” Daisy hugged him once they were at the gate.

“Text me when you arrive at the hotel, okay?” he made her promise.

“Sure. Good luck, my friend!” Daisy shouted, going to open the back door of the Uber. 

“Thanks.” he waved.

Daisy last words were, “Keep me updated!” he nodded.

“Bye.”

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One hour later…

Matty claimed up the stairs, jumping between steps to reach the first floor quicker. He needed to see Y/n, they had to talk. He couldn’t give up without fighting for them.

The house was under a complete silence. Most of the lights gone. Y/n previously informed him Amelia was sleeping. He tried to hurry without making too many noises. 

When he took the last step, finally arriving at the top of the stairs, his heart sank. Y/n’s door was once more closed. A soft glow of light coming from underneath it. Matty moved forward. He pressed his ear to the door, taking the handle without twisting it. 

Y/n was scrolling through some social media, the noise was clear for him. He knocked and all the sounds were gone. 

“Y/n…” he started softly. Nothing. “Baby…” he tried once more. “I know you’re up. I need- We need to talk, please.” Matty continued.

“Go to sleep, Matty.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

“I can’t sleep if we don’t solve this…” 

“Don’t-”

“Y/n.” Matty felt he was running out of resources.  

“Go away.” 

Matty started crying again, he had lost count how many times he had cried during the night. This time he did it in silence. He decided to give her space, even with his heart broken. 

He walked all the way to his room with his heart on his hand, ripped. Matty pushed his room door open, expecting to magically see Y/n there. Reality was a hard pillow to swallow. His bed felt strange, foreign, unfamiliar without her; he didn’t want to try to get in. 

He moved closer to it, reaching for his pillow, and stopped in the middle of the same action. He leaned forward, reaching for the pillow Y/n used all those weeks sleeping with him. Matty brought it downstairs with him.

He left the pillow and stared at it, feeling his face wet. Matty was sure about fighting for her, for them. Although, his mind couldn’t help to overthink a little.

The singer folded forward, landing on the couch. His body twisting until he was lying as a little baby in fetal pose. He clutched the middle of his chest. 

Matty cried and cried until he felt asleep, with the repeating thought about how this was only a big misunderstanding. He could fix it, they were going to solve this and returned right back to normality. 

Repeating history two times wasn’t a possibility, Matty reassured himself. 

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His phone started ringing from under his tired form. Matty groaned with his eyes closed, touching everywhere around him to try to find it. Useless. He had to open his sore eyes to realize the device was under his body.

“Hello.” his raspy voice, low and barely understandable. 

“Morning.” Jamie greeted him from the other end. “Sorry to disturb your princess slumber, but we have an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?” Matty sit upwards, blinking his eyes to get used to the early morning sun. 

“I know you’re stepping out of the board of directors, although util it’s done I need you here.” Jamie explained. 

Matty ran a hand through his curls, “Whatever, tell me.”

“I’ll fill you in when you get here.” subtly telling him to go to the office. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay, bye.”

Matty cut the line without spoken more words. 

He excited the house, taking a look towards the stairs. No sounds coming from the first floor. Matty opened the door and left the house. The sooner he solved everything at work, the sooner he could be back.

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Dirty Hit 

He was seated at the big table with Jaime and the rest of the people on charge. Matty was trying really hard to keep his focus on the topic, but his mind drifted several times. 

The frontman checked his phone under the table, no messages. Y/n was probably awake now, still not texting him. He swallowed thick.

Matty moved his fingers along his screen until his thumb found the Instagram up. His phone crashed with the amount of notifications that started showing on his phone. Matty kept tabs about Y/n and Amelia. He started to worried.

“Jamie.” he whispered to his managed seated beside him. 

“What?” the older man replied without sparing him a glance.

“Let me borrow your phone.” 

“Why?” this time, Jamie stared at him, forgetting the meeting.

Matty extended his hand, with the palm upwards. “I need to check something, I’ll be quick.” he promised.

Jamie let him have his phone, monitoring what Matty did with it. The singer opened Instagram again.

Multiple sites showing Y/n walking along Paul, or pictures of the seated at a fancy restaurant. Matty didn’t move a muscle. He knew they were old, but he feared for Y/n reaction. 

He continued scrolling until his eyes fell on a post that mixed the same pictures and a video of him walking with Daisy the night before. The fuckers cut the video to make it look worse than it was in reality.

“Shit.” Jamie swore beside him.

“I’m going to call Y/n.” he informed his manager, without caring about the rest of the people staring at him left. 

He heard Jamie excused him. 

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Matty didn’t know very well how he managed to make his phone work, he had only one objective in mind: talk with Y/n. Not even the cold weather that morning bother him when he opened the door to the rooftop of the studio.

He attached his ear to the phone. The characteristic sound repeating. Matty was dying for a cigarette to calm his nerves. He bit his nails anxiously. 

The answering machine. 

He huffed, going without thinking twice to call again. Still nothing. 

The light bulb inside his brain found a solution. He found fast Grace’s contact and press on it. 

Line sounding rhythmically.

“Hi, Matty.” Grace greeted him, Matty listened to the sound of the back door of his house closing. 

Matty’s voice was quavering, unsure, when he asked,  “Please tell me you’re with Y/n.” he placed a hand on his forehead. 

“I am…”

“Tell her to answer me.” Matty commanded Grace. 

She hesitated, “She’s not…ready…to talk.”

“Grace, I swear-” groaned, closing his eyes tight. He felt the first signs of a headache.

“I’m trying to do my best to not send you to fuck yourself, for everything. I’m trying only for her, so don’t push my buttons, Healy!” She warned him, surprising how Grace brought her protective side.

“She’s not talking to me. I need to talk to her.” Matty was desperate up to that point.

“Matty-”

“Grace, I’m begging you!”

“Matthew…”

“I swear it’s not what’s look like…” Matty tried to play that card. If Y/n wasn’t going to talk to him, at least if Grace knew, he was sure Y/n was going to get the information. 

Grace scoffed at the other end. “Paul said the same to her…” 

“Don’t compare me with him.” he shouted furiously with the comparison.

“I’m stating facts, Healy.” 

“Yeah, your cousin is a wanker. I’d never do that to her, never.” 

“Then what happened yesterday?” Grace asked, annoyed. 

“I’m not with Daisy, I had never been. Grace, please put Y/n on the phone.” his patience leaving his body.

“You’re in no place to demand, Matty. If you’re worried about her, don’t.” how could he not worry about the love of his life? “I’m here, I’m staying as long as she needs. Let her breath for a minute, okay?” Grace requested this time.

“Fuck, you’re asking a lot, Grace.” Matty pull his hair. 

“I’m not. Do it, for her and Amelia.” and then she hanged the line.

Matty slowly placed his phone in front of his face. He stayed froze on his place for a minute before he returned inside.

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From Dirty Hit’s office to home (non-stop).

Matty’s first instinct once he returned home was to search for Y/n. She wasn't in the kitchen, or living room, or laundry room. Nowhere around the low level. For a second time in less than 24 hours, he ran upstairs. 

He was sadly convinced she wasn’t going to be in his room, even though maybe she was in Amelia’s room or bathing their daughter. The house was spectrally under silence. Y/n was nowhere, neither Amelia. Matty felt a rush of panic. He took his phone out of his pocket, ready to call her if his last try didn’t work. 

“Y/n?” He knocked on her door.

Silence was the only replied from the other side. 

“Y/n, are you there? Are you okay?” Matty tried. 

Y/n decided to reply, “I’m fine, go away.” Relief wash over his muscles, at least she was at home. 

“Please let me in, I want to check you’re alright…”

She marched angrily towards the door, opening it with a sudden movement that Matty didn’t expect.

“I’m doing fucking amazing, don’t you see?” Y/n shouted, opening her arms wide on the air. ‘Fuck, I missed her’, he thought.

“Baby-” 

It was the first time they saw each other since the fight in the bathroom, at the arena. His hands ache to hold her, to bring her closer. Y/n wanted to push his away, out of her sight. 

“Don’t call me that.” Y/n folded her arms.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Matty.”

“I need to tell you.”

Y/n scoffed, turning around, far from him. “Exactly what? That all the past weeks, month were noth-” She stopped, choking on a sob. “Nothing for you.” Y/n rearranged herself, looking at Matty’s eyes with her own full of tears. 

Matty was taken aback from her sayings. “Nothing?” 

She believed she didn’t mean not only a lot, that she didn’t mean the entire world for him. 

“You were with her meanwhile…” Y/n stated very sure of her words, making Matty’s heart swelled.  

“No!” Matty took a few steps forward into her room. “Of course not! Daisy and I- We never- It wasn’t like that between us. Y/n, we-”

“We what? Right, nothing…it meant the same as the other girls you fucked…” Matty’s knees weakened instantly. 

“Y/n, you know that’s not true!” Matty insisted on it. 

“I don’t know any more after yesterday!”

“Please, listen to me.” Matty continued making himself closer to her. “I would never do that to you, never.” He searched for her eyes, Y/n started back. “You’re the mother of my baby, you’re my friend…” Y/n went to protest, but Matty stopped her. “You’re the love of my life, Y/n!” Matty finally admitted. The words slipping through his lips, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to keep the secret any longer.

Y/n eyes grew a size,  “You don’t mean that, Matty.”

“I do, I fucking do. I loved you since the first moment I met you…” Matty felt brave enough to hold her face between his hands. “I was a fucking coward, I still am. Well, now I’m trying to fix that. I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the start and never stopped.”

“Don’t say that…” 

Matty felt more sure of himself. “It’s the truth.”

“Why you never said anything?” Y/n protested.

“Because…the prospect of losing you, or you hating me- Can’t do, baby.” Matty stared at her with his eyes softening looking at her.

“Matty-”

“I mean it.” He leaned forward. 

“I don’t know if I can do this- No right now…” Y/n closed her eyes, Matty stared at her letting his forehead rest on hers.

 “Why not? I know you feel it too.” He was sure of it. 

“Matt-���

“Fuck, gorgeous…please.” Matty wasn’t going to stop begging if that was needed for her to returned with him.

“Stop, I need space to think!” Y/n took a step backwards, making his hands fell at his sides. 

“What there’s to think, Y/n? We love each other!” he complained.

“A lot there’s to think! Saying you love me doesn’t solve things magically, Matty. My phone is bombarded by your fans telling me how horrible of a mother I am, dating some random guy. Said guy that was fucking other girls while dating me, person I don’t want to hear about, but now I have to. My name is on a handful of articles. Amelia’s privacy, my privacy, it has been violated. Add to the mix the videos of you with that girl-” Matty stayed in silence, listening to her explanation. 

Matty went to tell her everything about Daisy, “I walked her out of the venue…that was all-”

“Well, they say other stuff.” Y/n exposed what the articles were saying, what he read after a quick inspection. 

“Y/n, you know better than-”

“Do I? Matty, this is all very confusing…I need time.” Y/n begged. 

“I can give you time, space…everything, but don’t leave me.” Matty reached for her hands. 

“I think it is for the best, Matty. For now…”

“No.”

“Yes, we need to think about Amelia. We were okay when we stopped messing around-”

Matty felt his throat close down, thinking Y/n could think so less about the connection he felt they had.

He started low, “We weren’t just-”

”Doesn’t matter now.” Y/n spat.

“It does!”

“Matty, be real.”

“I am!”

“What happens when you get bored of me, of being a…couple, ha? Where am I going to be left? Being just your friend again and the mother of your daughter? Think about Amelia…I don’t want us to mess up with her head.”

“Y/n-”

“What happens when you take onto fucking every single groupie again right where you left it?”

“I don’t want to get back to that, Y/n.” he didn’t delay saying. “Since you are in my life, I’m done with it….since we had Amelia here, I’m done with all that shit. I want the three of us…”

“And yet you kept doing it, Matty.” Y/n shot his past doings directly into his face.

“You’re not being fair with me. Adam has a family-”

“Adam is Adam, you…are you, Matty.” Y/n bitter tone wounded Matty deeply.

“I would do anything to have you again.”

Y/n tilted her head.“When did you really have me, Matty? We were never…” 

He stopped her before she could finish that lie. “Don’t say it, don’t fucking say it.”

“I’m sorry, Matty. I think it is for the better if I stay with Grace for the night…” Y/n concluded.

She signalled with her hand to move out of her bedroom; Matty didn’t want to, although if this was what she wanted for now, he’d obeyed. For now.

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A few days later…

Matty was closing his suitcase, which was placed on top of his bed; a place that stayed untouched for days. Matty had been sleeping on the couch or besides Amelia's crib. He was physically incapable of getting under his sheets. 

He looked around, feeling nostalgic already. Matty had to leave for tour in a couple of hours, before that, George was going to pick him up soon. He didn’t want to leave, not when Y/n and him were barely talking. Matty did his best to give her the space and time she needed, he was sure about his intentions and his past actions. If he had to, he would wait his entire life for her. He was sure she was going to return to be his, this time was different from before. Y/n loved him, he knew. That was what kept him going. Even though, leaving for two weeks was reaping his heart from his chest. 

Matty grew used to the routine of staying home, going to the studio and return to his girls. He was getting old, getting tired of all the hassle of touring. He loved the moment he was on stage, with the fans, but the rest was starting to bother him. Specially since Amelia and Y/n stayed at home. 

The sound of the front door closing, the soft chat of Amelia and Y/n –mostly the mother talking–, brought him back. He took the suitcase, carrying it in one hand while he started walking downstairs. 

Matty left the item close to the door, voices came from the kitchen now. He smiled hearing them interact. He walked slowly there. 

“Hey.” He made himself present. Y/n turned to look at him from the kitchen, closing the refrigerator slowly. 

“Hi.” She answered. 

Matty twisted his hands, anxiously, “George is picking me up in a couple of minutes…” he told Y/n.

“Mhm.” she expressed shortly.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Amelia.” Matty hesitated, wanting to say more, wanting to beg.

“Sure.”

He approached Amelia, interrupting her playtime. “Mel-mel?” He called her attention.

“Daddy!” the little girl said, running to hug him.

Matty rounded her, “Baby, daddy has to go now.” He tried to explain, she looked at him trying to understand. “Daddy is going to miss you so much, Mel.” Matty felt tears coming but fought them, he didn’t want to upset her.

Amelia noticed his change, “Daddy.” she hugged him tight, hiding herself inside his embrace. 

“I know, I know…I’ll see you soon, okay baby?” Matty rocked from side to side, trying to soothe her. 

“No.” she whined. 

“Yes, you’re going to have fun with mommy and aunty Grace.” Matty tried this time, holding his sobbing, biting his lip.

Amelia wasn’t having it, “Daddy.”

“It’s okay, we’re okay.” 

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Y/n went to answered it. 

After a short chat, she informed, “Matt, George is outside.”

“I know.”

“Come on, she’ll be fine. I promise.” Y/n approached her daughter and Matty.

He stood up, taking Amelia with him. He turned around, coming closer to Y/n. She stood there, waiting for his actions. He took her cheek on his hand, caressing it. 

“Y/n-” he said, searching for her eyes. 

“Not now Matt-” 

He rested his forehead on her. If they weren’t going to talk, at least he needed to be close, to touch her after leaving the house. Maybe, like that, she would understand his feelings. 

“Please.” Matty couldn’t stop trying.

“Go and do your thing, Matty.” Y/n said, more sure of herself. “We’ll be here…waiting, and then we will talk, okay?” she promised. 

“Mhm.” Matty agreed, without moving a single muscle. 

Y/n instructed, “Go.”

Matty opened his eyes, looking at her from inches away. “I love you.” he openly expressed.

“Matty.” Y/n softly complained.

“You don’t have to say it, I need to say it.” she nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Matty spoke, and turned to kiss Amelia’s head. “Bye, baby.” He proceeded to pass Amelia to Y/n.

“Daddy, no-” she struggled, reaching for the comfort of Matty’s body. His heart breaking in pieces with the idea of hurting Amelia.

Y/n lulled her, “Shh, baby…it’s okay, mommy is here.” 

Matty walked away, not turning around. If he took one more look at Amelia and Y/n we would refuse to leave the house.

The front door closing down resounded around the house. Amelia started crying harder. 

“Daddy!” Amelia tried to call him back.

Matty started to fully cry, still hearing Amelia at the other side of the door.

The walking towards George’s car felt longer than normal. His feet weighing like his shoes were made of concrete.

When he sat down, G asked, “Everything alright?”

“Fuck, no.” Matty admitted, still crying. 

“Mate-” 

“I’m losing her, G.” Matty hid his face behind his calloused hands. 

“What happened?” George wondered. 

“She believes I cheated.”

“What? Have you?”

“Fuck you George! Of course not.” Matty pushed his body back into the seat, turning to look at his friend.

G showed him his palms up showing innocence, “Hey! I’m trying to understand.”

“Sorry.”

“Matty…you’re not going to lose Y/n.” G started the car, moving slowly from Matty’s house front.

The frontman shocked his face from side to side, “I can’t lose her, G. I can’t…”

“And you won’t, okay? Give her a little time.” Matty’s mate advised him.

Matty watched his house got lost between the rest around his neighbour. He wanted to return home already.

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The Long Ride Home

Team Formerly Known As Bunch O'doods

Chapter I

Contains: M / M, Trans / Cis, Size difference, Gnome x Half-Orc, Public sex, Implied M / F (bugbear x human), wow holy shit this is kinda romantic too wtf

Scroll to this ╭ᑎ╮  mark to skip the story parts.

Short explicit fantasy story. A group of adventures flee and find themselves on a long ride home.

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Our group was exhausted, to say the least. All six of us barely managed to climb out of that cave. Leeto, our dwarven healer, carried the rescued prince with him. Fatin and Ilo guarded our rear as Vasil and I had the front. Melesina has already reached our carriage. The large drakes strapped onto it looked almost happy to see her.

The dark sky above us was almost welcoming compared to what we’d seen inside the cave. The cool night air felt good against my aching body.

Melesina was a good leader, her skills as a ranger had come in handy way too many times to count. Especially back in the cave. I gave the Abysmal Gale cave one last look in fear. The hidden entrance didn’t look like much now, but the memories of that place might haunt me for the rest of my life. Had I known what that place held within, I might not been so keen to take this job.

The prince had fainted and no wonder, I can’t judge him. The things those monsters did to him down there must left a pretty deep scar on his soul. Just the thought of it all made me shudder. As I spared my last thoughts to the man who had betrayed us, his horrified screams began to echo inside my head, I realized how not even he deserved what he got in the end.

I looked at the half-orc barbarian next to me. Vasil’s open wounds had healed nicely, almost making his pine-colored skin look like new, well, as new as someone his age could hope for. Life had certainly left its marks on him, but the look in his eyes showed his true nature; Rugged, but vigorous warrior, who had kept me and the others safe multiple times. Pale white tattoos covering his whole body told a story I had not yet been let in on. 

I had only been part of this group a little over a year and now they felt like a second family to me. Sure, at first we were all a little suspicious of each other, but what can you do when you need gold and the only ones willing to work with you are complete strangers. Well, not complete strangers, Fatin and Leeto had once been married, but now they were just friends. “A bugbear and a dwarf”, I thought to myself, “How did that even work?”

“You better catch up, little man,” Vasil joshed as he looked at me. He had dashed ahead, “.. Or are your itty bitty feetsies already tired?” 

I wished I could wipe that annoying smirk from his face with my fists.

“The others are well behind me! It’s on you if you get ambushed again!” I yelled back. In all honesty, I kinda liked our little banters. The big man had grown on me. He slowed down his pace and jogged next to me. His wide grin exposed his sharp canine teeth.

“We escaped,” the half-orc’s tone had changed suddenly, he sounded almost surprised.

“Yeah, barely!” I replied back, “All it took was Fatin almost dying and me actually dying to get out of there!”

“I know…” Vasil’s posture dropped as he answered. “You know, I…” he added before dropping whatever he was going to say. Part of me wished his worry had been born from something deeper than our friendship, but I quickly brushed that thought from my mind as we hurried to get as far as we could from that cave. 

“Hey, I might be small, but I have mass!” I laughed as I jiggled my bare belly. The things down there had gutted me, leaving me exposed, but thanks to Leeto, the only thing that was left of the massive wound was a faint scar. The armor I had worn had been expensive and losing it stung a little. 

My jiggling had made the half-orc let out a small laugh.

“Whatever you say, shrimp,” Vasil smirked as we arrived at the carriage. Melesina had already managed to get our drakes ready for travel and rushed for us to get inside. My short gnomish stature made it extra tough to climb inside, but I managed to pull myself in. 

The wooden coach-style carriage had two benches inside, both facing the front. The front bench used to have another one facing it, but we had to dismantle it a long time ago to make more room for loot. 

Quickly I realized there were too many of us.

“Uh, how are we gonna fit?” I asked and glanced at Vasil. On a good day, there was enough room for six of us, but now we had another person with us and he was unconscious. 

“Come here, stumpy,” Vasil said and pulled me with him to the back row. As he sat down he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his lap.

“Now this is awkward,” I said flustered. A warm feeling began to spread around my cheeks and nose as I blushed.

“We can always switch,” Vasil laughed back, his hands firmly placed on my hips.

“No thank you, the thought of you on top of me is not something I’d care to experience.” 

Vasil’s smirk got even wider, “Oh, is that so?” he snickered and I only answered with a loud huff.

The others managed to squeeze themselves inside too. The unconscious prince was lying on the first bench with Leeto sitting next to him, taking care of his wounds and Ilo sat next to us. Fatin kept guard on the roof keeping Melesina company as she steered our reptilian steeds. There was hardly any room inside the cart, the left side of my body pressed against the gnoll’s coarse fur, while my back felt Vasil’s pounding chest. 

Just as we began to move, horrendous howls could be heard from the cave’s entrance. The sound of it felt like ice in my veins. Melesina urged the drakes to run and they didn’t seem to have any objections about that.

“Did you see what those things did to Lee’Roi?” Ilo next to me and Vasil asked with a whisper. The gnoll’s eyes were wide as plates and he looked like part of him was still in that cave. Leeto hushed him and prepared a brew of relaxing herbs for him. Ilo’s hands were trembling too much for him to take a sip, so I helped him to drink it. 

We traveled in complete silence after that. I zoned out a couple of times and every time I woke up, the world around us was still dark. It must have been hours since we left the cave, but Vasil’s hands were still around my plump hips. I could feel the tension radiating from his arms. I’m sure he hadn’t slept at all, unlike the gnoll next to us. Leeto’s herbs had worked as always and it looked like he was also taking a small nap after getting the prince stable.

I turned my head a little to look at Vasil. His gaze was somewhere far away.

“Hey, are you alright?” I whispered, careful not to wake up the others. My question seemed to finally bring him back into this world, “Me? Of course I am,” Vasil answered and squeezed my hips making me let out a sharp yip.

The others seemed to hear it but fell back to sleep quickly.

I glared at him as he began to smirk at me again.

“Fine,” I whispered, “I will show you!” 

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I knew I wasn’t his type, but I had seen him enjoying lap dances from tavern girls. I slightly shifted my position and began slowly to rotate my hips, grinding my rear into his groin. The tension in his arms grew even stronger.

“Caner,” I could his hot breath against my neck as he whispered my name. Vasil’s other arm dropped onto my thigh as I moved my hips.

“C” Vasil breathed, his voice now sounding like he was pleading with me to stop. 

The rough bumps on the road heightened the effect and I began to feel something hard press against my rear. With a smirk on my face, I stopped and whispered,

“That’s what you get for teasing me, it will take days to get to the nearest city and find relief for that!” 

Proud of myself I turned around and tried to see what was happening outside the carriage, but everything looked just dark. Fatin had lighted the torches on the sides of the cart, but only a little bit of the light got inside.

Then Vasil’s hand grabbed my thigh harder.

“I can get my relief here, little man,” he snarled quietly into my ear and suddenly pulled me closer. His ever-hardening manhood pressing firmly against my ass.

“Vas,” I whimpered, “You can’t…” before I could finish my sentence he pushed his other hand into my pants, groping my groin. Vasil lifted his hand from my thigh and began to rub my lower abdomen. Slowly my hips started to move again as his rough fingers found my clit. I could feel his quiet breaths next to my ear. The window next to us began to fog while the others around us slept tightly.

I lifted my body a little so Vasil could pull his thick veiny rod out. He slowly slid my shredded trousers to my knees and pulled my bare rear against his pulsing cock. The feeling of it made me let out a silent coo.

“I’ll show you teasing,” Vasil murmured and grabbed my large wrapped breasts with both hands. I could feel his rugged palms massaging them, his thumbs trying to find my hardening nipples hidden under the fabric. My constant grinding wet the tip of his member with my fluids. 

Suddenly the gnoll next to us shrieked, waking himself and our healer. Immediately, we stopped and stood still like we were two stone statues, Vasil dropped his hands over my lap, covering my naked body with them.

Ilo was panicking but seemed to relax a little bit as he realized where he was. Leeto reached over his bench and took his hand, reassuring the drugged gnoll with gentle words. Bewildered, we watched as the healer managed to calm Ilo down. When Leeto crouched back to grab something from his bag, Vasil’s hands returned to my hips, and he lifted me up. Without any warning, he thrusted his member deep into me. 

I screamed and both Leeto and Ilo turned to look at me. Not seeming to notice what had just happened. 

“S-So sorry, I- I’m fine,” I muttered as my cheeks got redder and redder. Vasil had managed to pull his cloak to cover my lower body, “I just got startled by a shadow, just do whatever you were going to..” I punched Vasil’s ribs with my elbow and he laughed playfully.

Tired or not caring enough Leeto made another herb drink for the gnoll, this time giving him the drink himself. Glancing behind me and Vasil, puzzled by the fogged window. As soon as Leeto got back to his seat and the gnoll started to snore again, the half-orc began slowly to bounce my body up and down, driving his thick member in and out of my now-wanting hole. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to stifle my whimpers. 

The noise of the cart and the cloak over our laps suppressed some of the sounds our slapping skins made, but not all of it. Every time Vasil thought someone might have woken up, he stopped and shoved his poker-like hot cock deep within me. His flared tip spreading my insides like I’d never felt before. The constant bouncing and the bumps on the road forced me to grab the edge of the bench in front of us. Gently, Vasil bit my shoulder, pulling his member almost out, and whispered “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”

My vision turned blurry and I gasped, with one long thrust he shoved his member back in and shot a large load inside of me. As his pulsing cock kept me tightly in place, my whole body trembled and I came, squeezing every bit of his seed into me, softening his member into a more manageable size. I leaned back, feeling his heaving chest underneath my head. Vasil’s bulky arms held me gently as we both drifted off.

I have no idea how long we were like that when I woke up to the sudden stop. 

“We’re resting here!” Melesina shouted from the outside, she jumped down and rubbed her behind, tired from the hours' worth of cart travel. Everyone inside the cart began to stir awake when I realized Vasil’s cock was still deep within me.

And it was still hard.

“Uh.. Vasil?” I asked and turned my head towards him, “Didn’t you..?” I nodded my head downwards.

“Hush, love. Just stay still,” Vasil muttered back half asleep. One by one the others left the carriage, not noticing what we had done. The woolen cloak on my lap was warm as the breeze of the night air poured in from the open door. Vasil’s held my belly with his right hand, keeping me steady.

Leeto and Fatin carried the sleeping prince out as the gnoll sat on the grass outside the carriage. They took their bags, faintly making small talk with each other and us, not once asking us to come out and help with the tents. When no one was watching and far enough, Vasil grabbed my sore breasts with one hand and pushed the other back into my pants. His finger slipped between my folds and began to circle my throbbing clit. Flirtatiously, he nipped and kissed my neck from behind.

“Vas, how are you still hard?” I demanded to know with a whisper.

“Haven’t you seen me on the battlefield? You know I can get up again and again when defeated,” he said as he gently bit my ear lobe, “... And I haven’t even been defeated yet.”

Vasil began to grunt as he slowly started to move again, pommeling his cock inside my pussy. The carriage door was open and had anyone outside taken even a small glimpse inside, they could have seen us. Vasil finally managed to slide his other hand inside my wrapped chest and pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“You’re such a good boy, Can,” he purred into my ear, brushing his lips against the skin. I leaned forward, giving him more room to move, feeling his huge balls slap into my rosy cheeks. The awkward position had me essentially in the air between the two benches, I almost fell, forcing Vasil to hold me by the waist, giving my sore nipples a rest. Despite his size, Vasil managed to get up, crouching his back so as not to hit his head into the roof of the cart. His movements became faster and faster as he stood behind me, holding me by the waist, my toes barely reached the bench next to me. I helplessly bobbed in his arms, whimpering in bliss.

The cum from before poured out and made a small puddle on the floor as he pistoned into me with force. Vasil’s movements made the carriage creak and slightly tilting it.

My fingernails must have scratched the wood beneath them when Vasil pushed his tip deep within, making me come again, my sudden tightness pressuring him to release his second load. The puddle beneath us grew even larger as his fluids dripped down my thighs. Breathing heavily, Vasil put me down on a bench and pulled his pants back up. He gave me one long kiss on my freckled lips, carefully caressing my hair, and then hopped happily down from the cart, leaving my naked and bare lower part to catch the breeze coming from the outside.

As soon as I had recovered from the abuse, I put on my clothes, wrapped Vasil’s cloak over my sore body, and left the carriage.

The drakes outside growled unapprovingly at me, maybe knowing what had happened or just unhappy about how the cart had moved mere moments ago.

The rest of the group had made a camp farther away, near a small stream, snuggly between a couple of fallen trees. Melesina shot me a curious look as I awkwardly walked near the just-lit fire.

“Long ride, eh?” She asked, nodding to herself, “My back hurts too, but I’m sure a good night's rest will make it better,”

“S-sure… It was a long trip,” I replied back, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop into that stream and take a bath, cold water has always helped me with… This,” I said and Melesina nodded again.

Ilo was already fast asleep in his tent. Fatin collected firewood and Leeto tended the prince in his tent. Unsure where Vasil was, I shrugged and walked farther away from the campsite and the carriage. I found a perfect spot behind some tiny trees and bushes as the moon came from behind the clouds, showering me and my surroundings with its pale light.

I undressed in peace and stepped into the chilly water, the coldness of it giving me goosebumps. My breast ached from the daily wrapping and from the Vasil’s rough handling. I took long deep breaths and let the night air fill my lungs. The current was weak, but the stream itself was surprisingly deep. I let my body gently float in the middle of it and watched the shimmering stars above me. 

Things had gone from worse to something completely different. Sure, I enjoyed Vasil’s company and MAYBE I had a crush, but what we did tonight wasn’t part of my plans. I didn’t know if this was a one-time thing like it usually was for me, but Vasil’s words had stuck themselves into my brain.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” and “Hush, love.”

Certainly, he couldn’t be serious.

Right?

When visiting big cities, he visited brothels, well as did I, but still that’s not the point. The point was who he laid with. When he chose a companion, they were usually as tall as him and a lot thinner than me. Yet, now he had fucked my short plumpy body like he was a hippogriff during the spring season. 

I let the back of my head drop below the surface, the soft white noise of the water felt calming, clearing my mind from silly thoughts. 

As soon as I felt a presence somewhere in the edge of my mind I lifted my head up and turned to face the shore. There he was, Vasil, standing butt-naked and trying to enter the water, shyly dipping his toes into the cold water before backing off.

I let out a loud laugh, “Are your hugesie mucksie feetsies cold?”

“Shut up,“ Vasil yelled back, “You know I’m not from around!” his words made me laugh again. I swam a little bit closer but still kept my distance.

“You wouldn’t last a day where I come from!” I taunted him back, secretly admiring his naked body. The moonlight made his tattoos glow brightly blue, I had only seen it a couple of times before, and of course, I had made fun of him, saying he looked like a tall stick of faery light, but in truth, it actually looked quite beautiful. The pale moonlight hid his blushing cheeks as he tried to find the courage to enter the water.

“Jump in already, greenie!” I dared Vasil, and to my surprise he took one last look and dived straight in, making a huge wave. I couldn’t see him anywhere and I was unsure if he had hit his head on a rock when I felt something grab my ankle and pull me under. As soon as I surfaced back up I heard Vasil howl in laughter. Where I had to float, he could easily stand, the water only reaching his chest. His laughter turned into silence as he looked at me, his lips slightly shivering from the cold. He had wrapped his arms around himself.

Neither of us said anything for a while. The night was filled with sound, but those sounded like they were coming from the distance. 

“So, I…” The half-orc said as he turned his gaze away from mine.

“I told Melesina we’d take the first watch,” he said, looking at the small ripples around him.

“Oh, good,” I added, letting the silence fall between us again. I studied the curls on his chest, looking at the glowing tattoos underneath. Following the swirling symbols all the way up. The tattoos had to go under his hair, I thought, I could still see the faint glow beneath his braided dark hair. Vasil usually kept his hair very neat, saying that if he didn’t keep it braided, it would be everywhere and I saw it now. Today’s action had made it slightly messy and some curly strands poked from the braids. As I was lost in my thoughts, I realized he was looking at me, staring at me with a serious look on his face.

“Listen,” he said, “What happened tonight…” He stuttered as he said each word, nasty feeling began to creep into my guts.

“We can forget it!” I exclaimed, stopping him from saying it first, “I mean, I have already forgotten it, I have no idea what is going on and we’re just two friends…”

“...Naked…” I added, averting my eyes from his.

“... And that’s it,” My words must have hit something deep within him because his face turned dark. He tightened his lips before he asked.

“Do you want to forget it?”

Vasil’s question made me freeze. Sure, the water was cold, but I was used to it. I never liked conflict and bringing up personal things just wasn’t for me. It was easier to disregard such feelings.

“No. No, I enjoyed it, but I’m not sure if I can give you anything deeper than that.” The words escaped from my lips before I could deny them. There was a glimmer in Vasil’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything else. He stepped closer and pulled me against his chest. Vasil’s deep green eyes stared right into mine as his soft lips pressed against my own. I could feel my toes curl and dragonflies enter my stomach as we were locked in place under the moonlit night.

Our tender moment was halted when I felt something poking my belly.

“By the gods! How can it still do that! This water is cold!” I yelled and splashed some water on his face. Vasil laughed nervously before saying.

“I suppose you have that effect on me…” he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

His answer made me blush again. 

“Can it wait until our watch turn is over?” I asked, teasing his member softly with my fingers, his embarrassment turned into a grin as he replied back.

“We’ll see, stumpy. We’ll see.”

We washed ourselves, got out of the water, and began to dress, neither of us saying anything, only giving each other small glances and smiles when we made our way back to the camp. Fatin was the first one to spot us, he immediately went into his tent, giving us a small wave for good night. Melisina looked very tired as she tended the flame, happy to finally see us.

“Good, you’re here. I’m sharing my tent with Fatin since Leeto’s with the prince. I suppose since you have the first watch, you’ll share one too?” She asked and Vasil nodded back.

“You can go to sleep, we’ll take it from here,” he added and Melesina crawled into the tent with Fatin.

We sat together on the same toppled tree. As usual, Fatin had placed protective sigils all over the camp to alert us from intruders, but keeping watch was still important during the nights outside of the towns and cities. The tents were placed apart from each other and farther away from the campfire to make sure no one could ambush all of us at once. The crackling fire felt warm against my still-wet skin and I gently put my head against Vasil’s arm, his arm finding its place again on my thigh.

Behind us, we began to hear quiet shuffles, someone was moving inside the tent Melesina and Fatin went into. We both turned to look and watched as the tent behind us rustled and shifted from the movement. 

Then we heard it.

Quiet moans and sighs joined the crackling dance of the fire before us.

Right away, we turned our heads back and stared at the fire. Unable to think what was happening in the tent behind.

“Huh, who would have guessed,” Vasil whispered carefully.

“I didn’t know a human woman would have the hots for a bugbear,” I said as the moans behind us hastened.

“Which one is topping?” Vasil asked and answered his own question in the same breath as me.

 “Melesina.”

We both snorted and laughed, thinking of ourselves to be the funniest men in all of  Caloita.

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As our laughter got quieter, Vasil grabbed my breast and fondled it gently through my clothes. This time finding my nipples was easier for him, since I had not wrapped them after our swim. His large thumb circled my hardened teat as he rubbed his groin with his other arm. My breaths shallowed when a tingly feeling spread all over my body. The moans from the tent aroused me and heat began to build between my thighs.

“We were supposed to do this after our watch,” I managed to whisper between my gasps.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Vasil reprimanded me tenderly and knelt before me. His strong hands spread my legs apart and began to undo the cord on my waistband. I lifted myself up as he slid my pants down yet again and buried his face into my groin. Vasil’s pierced tongue gave my wanting clit forceful licks as I held my right hand on top of his head, tightly gripping onto a bunch of his braids. Slowly I swayed my hips back and forth when his finger found the hole between my folds. 

The moans behind us had gotten louder, lost in the passion and not caring if anyone heard them. Vasil’s fingers did not have the same girth or length as his cock, but their dexterity found other places to poke at. The pressure made me whimper as the warmth of the campfire kindled my body. My back arched as the first wave of pleasure hit me, my loud cry did something to Vasil and he quickly got up, lifted my body, and laid me on my back over the tree trunk.

“Damn you, gnome!” He hissed, “Every time I hear that sound I just want to plunge myself into you!” With his barbarian fury, he dropped his pants and thrusted his already hard member towards my lips, forcing himself in. Vasil’s thick member filled my mouth completely and I could feel every vein with my tongue. Without giving me any time to adjust, he began furiously thrusting himself into my mouth, my gurgles only making him move faster with each push. My attempts to breathe through my nose were futile as his thick sheat forced itself down my throat making my small throat bulge from the size.

Vasil’s hands grabbed the bark on my sides, sinking his claws deep into the wood and I desperately clinged on to them. Vasil’s raging thrusting made the trunk move from the force just like in the carriage. The lack of air and arousal made my mind go blank and my eyes rolled back as the saliva from my mouth dripped down.

The moans behind us got louder and then ceased, leaving only my smothered cries and Vasil’s loud grunts in the air. His hammering into my mouth seemed never-ending, his throbbing balls smacking against my face, pulsing with gushing seed. With an intense roar, his cock slammed deeply into me and he released his third load, deep enough to force me to swallow the thick cream. 

Vasil’s stamina was finally used and he collapsed next to the trunk, caressing my weary head as I swallowed the last drops, finally managing to breathe. The racket had awoken Leeto, and came over to the fireplace, rubbing his tired eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, not seeing my naked lower body facing away from him. Only seeing my tired, drooling face.

“Don’t worry, I just burned myself,” Vasil answered wearily, waving his hand to make the healer go back to sleep.

“Uh-um, why is your cock out?” Leeto queried, still unable to put the pieces together, he was a good healer, just not a very smart one.

“Well, can you guess what I burned?” Vasil grunted back. Sudden realization spread on Leeto’s face as he thought the half-orc had just somehow burned his dick.

“Oh, uh… Come to me if you need any balms for that,” Leeto mumbled as he trailed off back to his tent.

“I think I've done enough coming tonight,” Vasil replied, making me chuckle. I gathered the last of my strength, pulled myself up and sat next to the tired orc. Clasping his hand to my own.

“So, hey… Is this gonna happen every day from now on?” I asked, half kidding, wiping the drool from my face.

“Well, usually I can go for a couple more rounds before getting tired, but today’s battle took a lot out of me.”

“Huh…” I gulped, thinking about tomorrow. After pondering it for a while I turned to him and said “I think it might work,” My answer made the half-orc chortle.

“You sure about that?” He asked and looked into my eyes, his own eyes smiling.

“Didn’t I tell you, I’m pretty sturdy,” I said, pulling him closer for a kiss. His lips were still moist from my fluids and I tenderly teased his tongue with mine. Circling his piercing with the tip of my tongue.

“Don’t you dare,” Vasil said, sounding slightly frustrated. 

“Maybe I have more stamina than you,” I smirked yet decided not to bother him for the rest of the night. Side by side we watched the flames before us, tending them every now and then, not forgetting to check our surroundings. A couple of hours passed when Melesina and Fatin finally got up, acting like nothing had happened between the two. Melesina scolded us for not waking them sooner, but we thought they deserved the rest.

Vasil crawled into the tent first, leaving me to summarise what had happened during our watch, of course leaving some details out, letting them know everything had been calm and we didn’t hear anything strange. I retired to our tent next to Vasil, who snagged my small body tightly in his arms. Caressing my neck with his lips, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Vasil’s hands gently massaged my lower back and shoulders, knowing they’d been strained. His rough banging and gentle aftercare put together a very contradicting image.

I spun around and looked at him. Vasil looked happy like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, I mean, I certainly had felt the size of loads.

 I smiled back, kissed him once more, and cuddled firmly against his warm chest, falling asleep satisfied. 

[mcalhenwrites]

The Hostile Credence excerpt

To go with my posts about dragon lore and characters that I posted yesterday! This hasn't been edited in a long while, and it's a bit old (I wrote it in 2014 or 2015, I think?), so what you read here will be polished up later on. But I like this scene. :) ~~~~~

Ewan let go of Niven’s hand. They knelt on the platform of wood raised a few inches off the walkway.  It circled around the marble Pillar. Niven placed his hands on the surface of the stone. Water trickled from the top of it and over his fingertips, down the back of his hand, and down to his elbows in cool veins.

What would he pray for? Everyone had selfish wishes and selfish desires, and Niven could think of several wants. Would the dragons grant him the sword he was saving for? Would Old Wicker ever take a bath so Niven could breathe when he entered the man’s store?

He prayed for the usual good health of the town. He prayed for the two sea dragon lovers, Tessa and Syra, to find one another. The thought that Syra ripped apart the continents to find Tessa always made his heart ache.

He thanked whatever powers had brought Ewan into his birth father’s house, otherwise he might have dehydrated beneath the floorboards.

He hoped Seth’s family would have more money.

And if I can have that sword, too?

Niven withdrew his hands. The sleeves of his tunic were drenched. Ewan took longer to finish his prayers, but when he did, he took out a pouch from a pocket in his pack and stood. Niven followed him to one of the offering bowls. Ewan tipped the pouch and shook out a pea-sized diamond into his palm. He showed it to Niven before tilting his hand over the lip of the bowl and letting the diamond roll in.

“That’s beautiful,” said Niven.

“Yes. The rest is for you.” Ewan emptied the pouch into Niven’s hand. There were two gold nuggets left, and Niven dropped them in next to the diamond.

Ewan took his hand and they walked another stone pathway through the forest, their way lined with herbs and lilies.

The Spicewood was a misty, cool place with waterfalls, streams, and even a few lakes. Ferns, herbs, and anemones decorated the forest floor, and thick-trunked trees towered high above them. Ewan often referred to it as a temperate rainforest.

Dragonflies, slugs, and thick beetles accompanied them on the path to the temple. Niven took care not to step on them, especially the slugs almost as large as his forearm. A fuzzy cat dashed from the temple steps to greet them. It rubbed against Niven’s leg.

Niven wanted to pet it, but Ewan kept tugging him along—not that he wasn’t gentle about it, but Niven didn’t have time to pause. His attention left the feline when they passed beneath the stonework of a large dragon with ferns growing from various parts of its body. The moss covering the engraving added to the details rather than obscured them.

“That’s Tempra,” said Ewan.

“She’s so green!”

“She was scraped clean last time I was here."

“Oh.”

“Don’t forget to take off your shoes.”

Niven and Ewan stripped their boots and socks. Everyone within the temple walked barefoot. They set them—along with the other shoes belonging to guests—on the sides of the steps, just under the stone ceiling where they would not be rained on.

The foliage behind them looked more vivid as the sunlight dimmed away to darkness. Niven inhaled deeply only to have a sneezing fit from the overwhelming scent of herbs.

“You silly boy,” said Ewan affectionately, handing him a handkerchief. “No one can take in the Spicewood all at once.”

Inside the temple, it was not so bad—the building was partially submerged, and much of it smelled like cool earth. There was a pond in the middle of the basement as they went down the stairs from the main floor to the second. Priestesses and priests carried basins and bowed to the father and son as they passed.

Niven knelt by the water’s edge to stare at the colorful fish.

A priestess paused. “Would you like to feed them?” she asked Niven. She stuck her thin fingers into a bag tied to her belt and withdrew a handful of pellets.

Niven took them, rolling one around in his palm and giving it a sniff. It reeked strongly of dried fish.

“Blech.”

The priestess laughed. “You’re not going to eat it, they are.” She pointed to the long-whiskered fish beneath the surface.

[thessalian]

Thess vs That Gameplay Trailer

So ... given how my Tumblr dash is blowing up, I don't feel like I have to be particularly careful about spoilers. You've seen it or you haven't. So ... here comes my opinion about the Dragon Age: Veilguard trailer:

It looks fun. I think. It also looks like I might not be able to play it. Like, at all.

And it's not because I'm hating on it, by the way. It looks ... interesting, for sure. My problem is actually accessibility, because there is a lot that gameplay trailers don't show you in games like this.

They're using a controller for input. I cannot use a controller, so I have no idea what the keybinds are going to look like. I don't know if you can lock on to your desired target, I don't know if you have to keep hitting the Attack button just to keep hitting something until it actually dies.

They used the flashiest-looking class, I imagine, so there was Rogue. A lot of dodge-rolling. That plus the "HEY LOOK AT THE WEAK SPOT" targeting spot on larger creatures (and probably the whole "darkness and demons" look to what we saw, honestly, but more on that later) basically put me in mind of Baby's First Dark Souls. Like, Souls-Ultra-Lite. I know that's The Hotness right now, and I'm not hating on that. Honestly, I'm not hating on any of it in and of itself. They went in a direction. Was it a good one? Depends on where you're standing.

Again, my issue is accessibility. Because I came away from that gameplay demonstration with the following:

A collosal migraine

A horrible feeling that the controls are going to be a nightmare for me personally

The migraine was a combination of the heavy contrast between the dark setting and the Big Glowing Demons, with the added fun of the flashy things indicating which direction magic blasts are going to come at you and all of the other artefacts, aaaaaaaaand the way combat moved. Because that much dodge-roll just had the camera going fucking everywhere. I struggle with that a lot. Not as much when I play it as when I'm watching it, because I'm at least nominally controlling it, but ... see, that's the problem. I can choose to not move the camera so much in most of my games. This one ... just the way basic mooks that you hit at level 1 involves so much bouncing around the area that ... yeah, migraine. And that wouldn't be much better if it was me causing all the bouncing around; not with those lighting effects, anyway.

(Also wondering how that's going to work for a mage. The last game I saw that did this kind of thing that I could actually play was Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning, and I couldn't play a mage in that because spellcasting took forever and I kept getting interrupted either by being hit or by having to dodge before I could finish casting. But anyway.)

So there's the migraine issue ... and then there's the fibro issue. I can't say for sure without seeing how the UI works when using keyboard and mouse, but this looks like it's going to be torture on bad pain days. I imagine it's going to limit the hell out of what classes I can play, at minimum. (Hell, Inquisition already did that; having to follow enemies around and keep pressing R to stab them repeatedly wasn't something I could do, so I had to leave melee-rogue and warrior alone, sticking entirely with ranged-rogue and mage). I'm reliably informed that you can change playstyle as well as difficulty on this one, but I don't exactly know what that means or how that might be helpful.

All I can really comment on is what I've seen. And what I have seen indicates to me that aside from anything else, Bioware seems to have put the New Hotness of the current style of action RPG ahead of accessibility. That makes me sad and disinclined to discuss the thing, or to get too attached to any of the characters, because it's entirely possible that I may be entirely unable to play it for health reasons anyway, so why bother getting hyped?

Also I am grumpy because, again, migraine. I'm hoping that it's just that one was building anyway and that just tipped me over the edge. Not that that's much better, since sometimes migraines sneak up and I sometimes don't see the edge until it's agony and aphasia, but at least if it was that, I could pretend that there might be some days I could play that game without crippling myself.

[estellardreams]

Okay so... On the topic of this post, I'm going to provide my reasoning for each pony species and design attribute because I wanna talk about them. If you got any questions, just ask.

For starters, their ears are obviously a blend between their original Mobian ones and the pony ears... But in Rouge's case they're just Bat ears because for whatever reason people forget Bat ponies exist when they turn these characters into ponies!

Anyway, another detail was trying to match pony species to each Mobian's main attribute. And it led to quite a few plot changes and alterations to their designs in general. So let's just start...

Sonic: Pegasus. This one I had directly based off of a legitimate MLP G5 Cover where the artist themselves showed the unshaded version and it was LITERALLY SONIC. So I made it as close as I could but added my own flair to it such as the peach muzzle and a fluffier physique (bc I draw all of my characters like that). If you don't know what I'm referring to for "Pony Sonic" look at these.

As for lore reasons, I took it as a direct competition with Rainbow Dash, his free lifestyle, and because Pegasi are naturally the fastest pony type.

Now there still might be the question on... Will Sonic become an alicorn if he goes super? My answer: No. I doubt he would, and if anything super forms were traded out for rainbow forms instead since during this timeline the elements of Harmony became the core magic relics, and the crystal heart itself is now the Master Emerald.

Tails/Miles: Pegasus. A bit of a lore explanation on this one, so buckle in. Have you noticed that Tails' wings are more fluffy and round, like Pipp's? Despite that most likely being a design choice, I've decided to twist this attribute into something more like a disability.

Wings that fluffy and not aerodynamic make those having them struggle to fly, as such it's a genetic mutation. See where this is going? Miles was bullied a lot for being unable to fly, just like Fluttershy. Then Sonic came around, got the bullies to back off, and Miles wanted to catch up to Sonic and thank him. And despite the blue blur already being far away, he tried to fly... And managed to! His flying style is actually quite different from the usual pegasus, focusing more on long strides than fast and quick flapping. He also figured out gliding in the air to conserve energy, too!

Knuckles: Earth Pony. Do I need to state the obvious that earth ponies are naturally stronger than the others? Besides, being the sole guardian of a powerful relic and seperated during the three tribe's conflict entirely made him completely unaware of the other races. In a way, his kind is similar to the crystal ponies who are all earth ponies with a special gimmick.

Knuckles did guard the Crystal Heart his entire life, so when the empire itself was about to lose itself to the storm he gave some of the Crystal's energy to create an identical replica to restore it.

However, he's had to repeatedly replace it because once the energy exhausts itself, it just kept shattering and threatening the storms again. Eventually though, pure love from the empire stabilized one of the replicated hearts, leading to them not needing the replacement unless for emergencies.

Amy Rose: Unicorn. So... You know how unicorns are known to be more magically competent? Well, what if I told you I placed certain strengths between the species and enforced Amy's character that way. She was originally seen as weak, but built up her strength and speed to keep up with everyone else. Although she's still a fortune teller at heart, she's incredibly skilled with her hammer and is surprisingly faster and stronger than the average unicorn, who are by comparison the weaker race physically.

Shadow: Alicorn. Now you might be asking... Why an alicorn? Two things: One; Ultimate Lifeform's gotta keep up his title and Two; If they wanted a pony who is both immortal and immune to all diseases besides being a bio-weapon, wouldn't you design them to be the strongest race out there?

The story here is rather simple; Shadow was created in a space colony to help cure his friend/older sister Maria, who had an incurable disease. Eventually, the royal guards caught wind of this and alerted the princesses, who ordered for them to storm the space colony and arrest EVERYONE who was involved. However, because Maria was so weak during the escape she unfortunately died before Shadow and her could've reached the pod together. Shadow was ejected out and sent down to Equestria before he could save her.

Eventually he was imprisoned as well after getting captured and remained locked away for 50 years before eventually getting released, but told to never speak of the incident nor interact with anyone else... Guess what happened afterwards.

Detour real quick because small rant... Why do people make Shadow an earth pony, unicorn, or pegasus but not an alicorn in general?! It's legitimately so fitting and it kinda frustrates me. And also... I understand the appeal of an earth pony Sonic because, well... He runs. He's the fastest thing alive and would make him direct competition with Rainbow because they're both fast. But also... Aren't earth ponies the most physically strong out of everyone? Pegasi are known to be the fastest, and even then this would make him even more tight locked with a Rainbow Dash rivalry. Think about it!

Anyway, back to Shadow. I don't get the earth pony take but I understand why because A. Sonic's rival and B. Being the exact same like Sonic in every way except speed which no it doesn't work like that. If anything, I think Sonic could hold up rather well against Shadow through quick thinking and movement while he relied on pure strength and power. Opposites by design, too. As for the unicorn take... What part of that screams "Ultimate Lifeform"?

Anyway. I rest my case.

#ShadowAlicornSupremacy

Now, back to the other pony designs.

Rouge: Bat pony. Do I even need to explain?

Silver: Unicorn. Similar reason to Amy, except he didn't build up his physical strength or speed that much. He did still come from the future, however occasionally got stuck in the past due to the time travel schenagains. Also he was probably oen of the harder ponies to design because, well... Have you seen how little color his fur is? It's practically all white! I had to compensate by adding more cyan and yellow to make him more recognizeable than just eye color and cutie mark.

Also fluffy hair Silver... I love it when Silver's hair in human versions is soft and fluffy. It's adorable! :D

Now, how would this change the original MLP canon? Not too much, actually. If anything, these stories go on in the background during the Mane 6's adventures. But some things definitely intrude on some seasons and force the six to act and get involved, leading to them to meeting with the Sonic characters. Generally, depends on the threat at hand. Think of Dark Gaia being their first instigator to meeting, then the plunderseeds coming after because Harmony magic accidentally went haywire due to the Dark Gaia incident, leading to the plunderseeds finally being able to sprout, and they snag whoever has a ton of Harmony magic inside of them... Celestia, Luna, Shadow, and Sonic included.

Then Tirek comes around, leading to Sonic's squad to work together to distract him long enough so Twilight and her friends could figure out what to do, get everyone to safety, and avoid capture themselves.

Eventually their group falls, leading to a fight breaking out as Twilight's group goes Rainbow and begins to fight Tirek. But during this, one by one their own power-up disperses until Twilight is left, forced to choose to give up her stored alicorn magic in exchange for rescuing all of her friends, including Sonic's group. Then the final key, magic chest, yadda yadda.

Twilight's castle still has the original seven seats, though. Sonic's group functions more like a support friend group than part of the major group, and after this they went back to their normal adventures on the side.

The War still happened. Along with the Metal Virus. They don't talk about those.

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 1.2

Hello fellow Drukkari stans! I just wanted to say thanks so much for the support and feedback last week. I am back with a part 2 of last week’s fic! I had a lot of fun with this one. Got some other characters showing up and got to flesh out the dynamics a bit. Hopefully no one is too OOC. Also, I am not a baker and have no idea if anything I wrote on the subject is accurate :). Anyway, if you missed part 1 and would like some context before you read this, you can find it here. Now, here is the next part of my Drukkari Great British Bake Off au!

One challenge later, Druig was already exhausted. He’d mainly been worried about getting the icing on his cake in time (which he did, by some miracle, even if it sort of melted off), but the thing he really struggled with was the interviews before and after. He was one of the first to go, leaving him little time to get nervous again at least, but he still felt like a deer in headlights, and he was pretty sure he gave them nothing but terse answers. At least they’d have plenty of others to use.

That aside, he was pretty content with his signature cake. The judges had appreciated his choice of flavors and the resulting textures, even if the icing had turned out rather messy (but it was there, at least). As such, he was looking forward to trying it himself during their lunch break.

Just as he was sitting down to eat, Makkari came out of her own interview. He waved her over and she took the seat across from him.

How’d your interview go? he asked.

Good, I think, she responded. But I might have given them too much.

It’s alright, he replied. I think I gave them too little. You’ll balance it out.

This earned him a chuckle, which may have made his stomach flip.

Did you try your cake yet? she asked.

No, would you like some?

Her smile widened once again. Sure!

The theme had been based around colors. The judges wanted a two-tiered cake in a color that the baker felt represented them in some way. He’d gone with a blackberry cake decorated with black icing and raspberries. He’d also added a dash of cinnamon to the batter, which the judges had enjoyed despite their initial concerns about the combination. Even with this in mind, Druig braced himself when Makkari lifted her fork to her mouth to try some. To his relief, she immediately broke into a smile.

It's really good! she said, putting extra emphasis on the “really.” It’s not too sweet or too tart.

Thank you, he signed shyly.

Try some! she told him, gesturing to his plate. He obeyed, taking a rather large bite. She was right. While he had tested the recipe at home, he thought it had turned out even better today. The flavors were well balanced, and while it would’ve been better if the icing hadn’t melted off, it was still quite satisfying.

Okay, your turn, he said, gesturing to Makkari’s own cake. She arched an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, but she kept a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her cake toward him.

Based on what the judges had said, her cake had turned out much better than his. Her decorations hadn’t melted off like his, which certainly helped. Makkari had gone for a dark chocolate and red velvet cake, foregoing the typical red and white look for red and deep brown that almost looked black. It was certainly a visually striking cake that had stood out against the mainly cool-colored cakes of their fellow competitors. Druig took a bite and was immediately struck by how rich it was. But despite that strong first impression, there was also plenty of depth in the flavors, especially the chocolate.

“Wow,” was all he could say at first.

Good wow, or bad wow? she asked, carefully studying at his expression.

“Good wow,” he replied. “Very good wow.”

She chuckled at this, and he was just about to say more when someone else approached their table. It was the fashionable man from before – Kingo, Druig had learned. During the challenge, his station had been just in front of Makkari’s, and she’d been delighted to discover that he knew BSL as well – better than Druig did, actually. Druig knew he had no right to be jealous, so he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as the other man sat next to Makkari.

“Hi Makkari! Mind if I sit?” he asked enthusiastically.

Not at all! she answered. Have you met Druig yet?

“I have not!” He extended his hand to Druig, and they introduced themselves again.

We were just trying our cakes, Makkari explained, gesturing to their plates.

“Oh! Want to try mine?” Kingo’s cake had been ambitious, to say the least. He’d gone with a vibrant ube cake with passion fruit and guava inside, as well as mango slices decorating the top. While the judges hadn’t faulted the fruit combination, the other flavors had overpowered the ube, and the cake had turned out rather sticky and dense with all the fruit weighing it down. Nevertheless, Makkari accepted the offer and took a small bite. He offered some to Druig too, and he was just curious enough to accept. Makkari’s face gave little away as she chewed thoughtfully under Kingo’s watchful gaze. Druig actually did enjoy the flavors, but the judges were dead on about losing the ube, and it was definitely much chewier than a cake should be. After a moment, Makkari lifted her hands to say, It’s… interesting.

“Well, I’d hate to be boring,” Kingo responded. “Thoughts, Druig?”

“I think interesting is an apt description.”

I love the color! Makkari interjected.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure you’d let me sit with you since mine doesn’t match your color scheme.” Druig hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he saw it, it was hard to ignore. Makkari’s cake neatly inverted his own cake’s colors.

Well, now that you mention it… Makkari signed with a coy smile. Kingo’s mouth fell open in feigned hurt as he turned to Druig.

“Druig, don’t let her kick me out!”

“I think the lady has decided.”

Maybe you can sit with Karun! At this, Kingo’s jaw nearly hit the table. The tea-touting gentleman, Karun, had also decided to make an ube cake, but unlike Kingo’s, he had not lost the ube flavor by adding other fruits. As Kingo began to sputter in shock, Makkari dissolved into a fit of giggles, and Druig was fighting the urge to do the same. Kingo started to stand, but Makkari pulled him back down, signing, Kidding! Stay!

“You sure you don’t want to give my seat to Dane?” Dane, the other brunette, had gone for a black cake as well, but his was black forest. Coincidentally, the brunette in question had just walked into the dining area and was looking for an empty table.

I think he has someone else to sit with, Makkari observed. Right on cue, the pretty young woman from earlier walked in, and Dane smiled and waved at her.

“What was her name again?” Druig asked.

“Sersi, I think.” Kingo responded. The table grew quiet as they observed Sersi walking to Dane’s table. Just as she was beginning to speak, Druig felt a tug on his arm.

Stop watching or they’ll think we’re weird! Makkari signed emphatically.

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” he signed back, whispering along so the other table wouldn’t hear. This earned him a snort from Kingo and a playful shove from Makkari.

Speak for yourself! Now, tell me what they’re talking about.

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Yes, I had to work in the matching costume color schemes somehow. I thought about changing Dane’s, but there’s also something amusing about both him and Druig choosing black but having very different takes on it. And once again, likes, reblogs, and feedback would be much appreciated!

Part 3