#we are swift and cunning

[return-of-the-unicorns]

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed."-

[atlabeth]

a rose and her thorns | luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!daughter of aphrodite reader

summary: luke vies for a valentine. you're just trying to get through cabin inspections.

a/n: take this as my formal apology for the angst i’ve been throwing at you all with demeter girl lol and take this tooth rotting fluff. this was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away, after writing that 11k angst riddled monster this was a much needed palate cleanser lmao

wc: 3.3k

warning(s): no warnings this is all fluff <3

You huffed as you knocked on the door again, chewing on the inside of your lip as you waited for a response. The Hermes cabin usually always had kids in it—either they were ignoring you, or they were just causing too much ruckus to even hear it in the first place.

Honestly, you should have known this was how cabin inspections with Luke would go. He was probably in there right now, ushering all of them through rapid last-minute tidying in the hopes of something higher than a one. You had half a mind to knock a point off right now by virtue of tardiness.  

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up all of a sudden, and you whirled around. 

“Speak of the devil,” you said wryly. 

You were greeted with Luke Castellan himself, his hands up with a slight smile on his lips. “Easy. I didn’t think I looked that bad.” 

Your brows creased ever so slightly, and he gestured with head. You looked down and realized you were holding your pen like a sword. You cleared your throat and let your arm drop, adjusting your shirt on the way down. 

“Sorry. People tend not to sneak up on me.” 

“I can’t imagine why.” Luke put his hands down and started towards his cabin, craning his head back at you. “What brings you here on this fine day, Rose?” 

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” you pouted, holding up your clipboard and pen as you followed him. “We’re on inspection duty together. Where were you?” 

He snapped and pointed at you. “That’s what we were doing together today! I knew we were spending time together—not like I could forget that—but,” his hand paused on the doorknob, “I kind of forgot about the cabin inspection part. Had to spend a little extra time with one of your siblings at the end of sword-fighting lessons.” 

“Sounds like Liz is getting better, then.” A smug smile pulled at your lips as you stopped next to him. “And it sounds like someone’s gonna be cleaning the dishes tonight,” you said in a sing-song voice. 

You placed your hand over his and opened the door, and Luke groaned. “Take mercy, Rose. Please.” 

It was certainly a sight—more akin to a tornado than the inside of a cabin. Various kids—Hermes, unclaimed, and minor gods alike—ran around, shoving dirty clothes beneath beds, cramming duffles and suitcases into overflowing closets, with a few noble exceptions attempting the Sisyphean task of actually cleaning. 

“Wow,” you said, glancing down at the papyrus scroll. “Can I give you a zero?” 

“Listen,” Luke said from behind you, “our thing isn’t tidiness. It’s thievery—swiftness, cunning, panache.” 

“I thought you were supposed to be jacks of all trades,” you mused as you checked off boxes. “Cleaning is a trade.” 

“Not here.” You could feel him peering over your shoulder and he groaned yet again. “Come on! You’re grading us way too low. I get input too, remember?” 

“Sure,” you remarked. You held out the clipboard and gestured with your head at the natural disaster in front of you. “But you can’t tell me this is anything better than a two.” 

“A two’s better than a one.” Luke plucked the pen out of your hand and scrawled out a number two on the final line. 

“Luke—” you started in protest, but he just snatched the clipboard as well with a wink as he started walking backwards towards the door. 

“We’ve got a chance, guys!” he called out. “Hephaestus has gotta be worse than this!” 

You huffed as you chased after him, shutting the door on your way, and you crossed your arms as you came to a stop in front of him. “This isn’t very cooperative of you.” 

“Gotta give myself a chance,” Luke said, smiling as he took the Hermes sheet off the clipboard and stuffed it into his pocket. 

“That’s just cheating,” you said, and he let you take the clipboard back from him. You started walking, and he fell into pace with you. “Hephaestus is next—we’ll see how much of a chance you have.” 

“We should get some slack because we’ve got double the campers,” Luke said. “Nine’s got no excuse—they’re just a bunch of messy engineers.” 

You tapped your pen against the board. “I’m not changing my mind, Castellan.” 

“Ouch,” he winced. “I got last name’d.” 

You merely smiled and shook your head. You could see his own smile in your peripherals, then he huffed.  

“You’re distracting me from my whole plan with these ridiculous grades,” Luke sighed. “I haven’t ruined everything, have I?”

“You’ve got a plan?” you asked in amusement. 

“Of course I do.” Luke took a few long strides to get in front of you then turned around so he was walking backwards, that stupid smirk still on his lips as he kept eye contact with you. “Valentine’s Day is coming up.” 

“You’re very observant,” you said. “Watch your six.” 

Luke moved a step towards you to avoid a younger camper with their head buried in a book, and you chuckled as he shrugged. 

“It’s a work in progress,” he admitted. 

You hummed, biting back your smile as you came up to the Hephaestus cabin. You were about to knock on the door, but once again, Luke caught your wrist. 

“You’re not even gonna let me say my piece?” he asked. 

“I’ll give you a little time to polish it up,” you said. 

“You assume I don’t have it prepared already?” 

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” You winked. “But I know the effect I have on you.” 

Luke’s fingers loosened on your wrist and you allowed a small, self-satisfied smile as you pulled free and knocked on the door. It took a couple seconds, but eventually the door opened and their counselor—Alya, if you remembered correctly—greeted you with a smile. 

“Just in time,” she said, smudging the bit of grease on her face as she wiped at her cheek. “We’re actually not horrible today.” 

Luke grumbled beneath his breath as you walked in together—usually, the place was a mess of loose parts and hastily sketched out plans and smoke-scented clothes. Today, it was still a mess, but slightly less so. 

“Damn it,” Luke muttered. “Still not as bad as us.” 

“Stop comparing your place to everyone else,” you said. “This is supposed to be fun.” 

“Cabin inspections are fun?” he asked wryly. 

“Hanging out with me is fun,” you clarified. “I—”

You were cut off with a gasp of your own as you slipped, and before you could even fully process it you were falling. It wasn’t until everything steadied that you realized someone had caught you, strong arms cradled you around your waist. You looked up to see Luke’s wide eyes. 

“You good?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. 

“Yeah,” you said, nodding far too many times, “yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” 

“...Good,” he said, ever eloquent. 

A small smile creeped in. “You can let me go now.” 

It almost took him a moment to come back to Earth, because he blinked before he nodded, smiling on his own as he helped you back up. You could feel the heat in your face and tried your best to ignore it as you looked down. A small pool of oil was the culprit—you grimaced at the thought of having to clean that out of your jeans. Thank the gods for Luke. 

“That’s gotta be points off,” Luke whispered in your ear, still close by, and you stifled a laugh. “Oil on the floor, making pretty counselors slip. Right?” 

You ignored him too, looking over at Alya, though you couldn’t stop your smile. She looked mortified. 

“I am so sorry,” she rushed. “I guess Michael didn’t clean as well as he said.” 

“No problem,” you said. “I’ve got a little guardian angel. But this place isn’t too great.” 

“Damn,” she mumbled. “I even got one of your sisters to come in and help clean things up. Do you not smell the perfume?” 

“The smoke kinda overpowers it,” you said sympathetically, and she sighed. “Three out of five, Alya. But you’re right on the edge of a four.” 

Alya glanced at Luke. “Better than Hermes?” 

Luke grimaced. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

She smiled and went off to talk to one of her siblings. Luke shook his head and tutted once she was gone. “The double standards here are ridiculous, Rose. I might have to report you to Chiron.” 

“Oh, quiet.” You hit him in the side lightly with the clipboard and continued scanning the room for  a final check. “If you wanted help with cleaning up from an Aphrodite kid, all you had to do was ask.” 

“And would you have accepted?” he asked. 

“Of course,” you said as you scribbled down your last couple of notes. “I’ll always help you, Luke.” 

He went silent as you continued to write, and when you finished you saw he was only looking at you. 

You frowned. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Luke said, still smiling. “Let’s keep going.” 

You stared at him for a moment, but he didn’t say anything else. So you just laughed a bit and shrugged. Luke followed behind you as you walked out, and despite his claims of ‘nothing’ just a moment ago, soon enough he was talking again. 

“So,” he said, “Valentine’s Day.” 

“Valentine’s Day,” you said sagely. “What’s your plan?” 

“Be my Valentine.” 

“That’s your plan?” You glanced over at him. “Just asking me out straight-up?” 

“Oh, sorry. I also have this.” Luke pulled something out of his back pocket and held it out. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“A rose?” you asked with a lopsided smile. 

“Not just any rose,” he said as you took it. “A chocolate rose.” 

“You are so cute.” You pulled the wrapper off, and though the stem and leaves were plastic, the flower was, indeed, very much chocolate, and in the shape of a rather pretty rose. 

Luke shrugged. “Figured you needed something as sweet as you.” 

“I’ve got a toothache just from being with you,” you remarked. You broke it in half with a bit of effort and offered it to Luke. 

“You can’t just split the gifts I get for you with me.” 

“They’re my gifts,” you said. “I can do whatever I want with them.” 

“Really?” he asked. 

“What’s a rose without her thorns?” you responded. Luke grinned as he took the other half from you. You popped yours into your mouth and your eyebrows rose. 

“This is actually good chocolate,” you said as Luke ate his part. “Not like that crap we get at the camp store.” 

“I might’ve snuck out to the city to get the good stuff,” Luke said offhandedly. 

You looked at him incredulously. “What?” 

“Did I stutter?” 

“You risked all that trouble just to get some chocolate for me?” you marveled. “Hell from Chiron, extra chores for a month, literal monster attacks—” 

Luke held up a hand, stopping your ranting. “Nothing happened. And even if it did,” he shrugged, “you’re worth it. So it doesn’t matter.” 

You shook your head and Luke continued. “Besides, I got some other stuff too for the rest of my plan.” 

“Right,” you nodded, “you never finished telling me.” 

“How’s your schedule?” 

“Busy,” you said. “I’m an Aphrodite kid during Valentine’s season.” 

Luke tipped his shoulder. “Fair. Think you can block something out for me?” 

“That depends what it is,” you said. 

“It’s a secret,” he said. 

You stared at him. “A secret?” 

He nodded. “It might be a foreign concept to you Aphrodite kids, but—” 

You cut him off with a light shove and he only chuckled in response. “So you talk yourself up and it ends up being a secret.”

“I think I’ve earned some secret surprises,” Luke said. “I’m already sweeping you off your feet.” 

You shook your head, smiling inwardly as you tapped your pen against the clipboard. “Is that how you see it?” 

“Well, I did keep you from an untimely death back there,” he said. “And the more unfortunate plight of having to get oil stains out.” 

“You read my mind,” you mused. 

“And isn’t that worth a date?” Luke asked. “Saving you from a fashion faux pas?” 

“You’re worth a date all on your own,” you said as you came up to the next cabin—Apollo was bright as ever, gleaming golden in the sunlight—and you looked at him with a smile. “No rescuing required.” 

-

Your journey to the rest of the cabins went by relatively quickly, especially the Apollo and Ares cabins—you think Luke had been temporarily stunned into silence by you actually flirting back. 

You’d had a subdued smile on your face nearly the entire time, even as you felt warmth bloom over your face again. Luke really brought out the inner Aphrodite in you—you were sure your mother was proud, wherever she was watching. What seemed to get Luke out of his addled state was the 5/5 you gave to your own cabin—he complained that the scent of perfume gave him a headache, and when you said you’d been wearing perfume the entire day, he claimed that it was different. 

(Cabin Ten kept their full score. It was amazing what a pretty smile could do, especially when Luke was the victim.) 

Finally, you were at the Demeter cabin. Luke insisted on going there last, so that all the expectations would be tapered—he was still trying to get a better score for his cabin, but the odds were looking pretty slim. The door was already open, and you smiled at the newly grown flowers outside the cabin. 

“Nice touch.” 

Luke sighed. “Great. Going out with a bang.” 

“It’ll be fine, Luke,” you said. “I’ll help you clean your cabin tonight.” 

He frowned. “You were actually serious?” 

“Of course I was.” You tipped your head. “It’ll just have to be pretty late. Y’know, because you’ll be cleaning all the dishes.” 

“Low blow,” he said, shaking his head. You chuckled as you stopped in the doorway and poked your head in. 

“Hey, Katie,” you called to the counselor. “How’re things?” 

“Good,” she said, nodding. A smile of her own bloomed on her lips as her gaze moved over to Luke. “I see Rose and her thorns are on duty today.” 

“Flattery won’t help you with your score,” Luke mused as he walked into the cabin. You smiled as he held out his hand for the clipboard, and you finally acquiesced. You could feel Katie’s eyes on you as he walked further in. 

“He takes that as a compliment?” 

“Thorns protect a rose,” you said, still watching Luke. He played the part of a foreman well, investigating their shelves and walls with vigor and even opening drawers. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, and Luke looked back and smiled at you. You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he winked as he gave you a thumbs-up. 

“And he protects you?” she asked. 

You shrugged. “We protect each other.” 

“…You would be cute together,” Katie admitted. 

You managed to tear your eyes away from Luke, leaning back against the wall. “You think so?” 

“He’s only been vying for your attention and flirting with you since the moment you got to camp,” she said wryly. “But you’re the expert on love—you tell me.” 

You bit your lip as your gaze darted back to Luke, who was squatting on the floor having what looked to be a very serious conversation with a younger Demeter boy. 

“I think I��m his valentine,” you said, almost absentmindedly. “And I think I’m really looking forward to whatever this date is.” 

Katie came back into focus as you came back to Earth, and even she was smiling. “Then I think you’ve got your answer.” 

Luke had picked the most opportune moment to come back, when you weren’t staring at him like an infatuated idiot—you were only one of those things—and he held out the clipboard and pen to you. “After having a very in-depth conversation with Damian about how things are going here, I scored them properly.” 

You chuckled as you took it from him, but your eyebrows rose the more you read. “You’re kidding me.” 

He shook his head. “There’s unpaid labor going on here—unpaid child labor. Damian said he’s responsible for half the cleaning and plants here.” 

“We’re all children. All the labor we do is child labor,” you deadpanned. “And we’re sure as hell not getting paid.” 

Luke held his hands up. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just delivering what he’s said.” 

“Don’t tell me he gave us all ones,” Katie said dryly. 

“You know him so well,” you mused. You scribbled out half of what Luke wrote as you stood up from the wall, shielding it with your body so he couldn’t see while you walked out together. “See you, Katie!” 

Her protests fell on Luke’s deaf ears as he held up the rear, shutting the door behind you two, and when you looked back at him he was grinning. 

“Straight ones,” he tutted, shaking his head. “What a shame. Looks like they’re gonna be cleaning the dishes tonight.” 

“You know they got a five, Luke,” you said, finally allowing him to see your revised marks. “If you’re gonna fudge the numbers, at least try and make them believable.” 

“Oh, come on!” he exclaimed. “A five is way too nice—it’s not fair that they can just grow plants all over and make everything look presentable. Using powers should count as cheating.” 

“Their floors are clean, their beds are made, and it smells like floral heaven,” you said. You tapped his chest with your pen. “You could learn something from them, Castellan.” 

He caught your wrist before you could move it away. “The Aphrodite cabin always gets perfect scores. Think you could teach me a few things?” 

You grinned as you pulled your hand out of his grip and continued walking, this time en route to the Big House to drop off the final inspections. “That depends.” 

“On what?” Luke came back into your peripherals as he caught up to you. 

“On how good this secret plan of yours is,” you mused. 

His eyes lit up, past worries of low inspection scores seemingly fading away in an instant. “So it’s a go? You’re in?” 

“Of course I am,” you said, tucking the clipboard under your arm. “You got me the good chocolate, Luke. How could I not see where this goes?” 

Previously unnoticed pressure dissolved in his shoulders as he took your hands in his. You could only focus on his eyes, on the warmth of his skin, on the callouses borne from years of sword-fighting. 

He was surely blessed by your mother. 

“You’re not gonna regret it,” Luke vowed. “All those promises I’ve made about blowing you off your feet, about making your mother proud—they’re all gonna be true.” 

“You know what wise men say,” you said wryly. 

“That they’re so glad you’re finally giving me a chance?” 

“Only fools rush in,” you provided. “Going all in on our first date seems a little hasty.” 

“Isn’t your whole thing supposed to be rushing in?” he asked cloyingly. “Y’know, daughter of love and all.” 

You shrugged. “Maybe I like taking the idea of taking it slow with you.” 

“Then call me a fool,” Luke mused, letting go of one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His own curls hung over his eyes and you had the strongest urge to take his face in your hands. “Because you should know I can’t help it.” 

You felt your cheeks heat as warmth spread all over, and you couldn’t even try to hide your smile. “You think you can take me out on one of those city trips of yours? Show me how to steal a camp van without getting in the most trouble?” 

“I’m trying to steal your heart here,” Luke said with a goofy grin, “but I think a van’ll do.” 

“Oh, don’t worry.” You took his hand back, intertwining your fingers together as you pulled him closer to you. “We can multitask.” 

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, rough p in v, doggy style, fingering, f!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, pro hero!Bakugo, boss!Bakugo

Synopsis: you stole Bakugo's spotlight during the mission, and now your boss is going to give you a goddamn lesson

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

You were a respected sidekick working at Dynamight's hero agency, known for your cunning and strength. Your boss, Bakugo Katsuki, was a formidable hero with a fiery temper and an insatiable lust for power.

One day, during a joint hero shift, you couldn't help but show off, making Bakugo seethe with jealousy as you saved the day.

Bakugo watched from the sidelines, his fiery temper flaring as you, a sidekick, stole his spotlight. He couldn't stand the thought of being overshadowed by you, and upon returning to his agency, he dragged you into a empty conference room. "You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" Bakugo growled, towering over you. "Well, let me show you who's really in charge."

Before you could protest, Bakugo's lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with a ferocity that took your breath away. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts and ass with a bruising grip.

"You like that, don't you?" Bakugo sneered, breaking the kiss. "You like it when I'm the one in charge."

You tried to push him away, but Bakugo was too strong. He pinned you against the conference table, pulling your hero pants down alongside your panties in one swift motion. His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bud until you moaned with pleasure.

"Boss, stop," you gasped, even as your body betrayed you. "We can't do this here!" You struggled against Bakugo's grip, but it was futile.

Bakugo wasn't listening. His two fingers were quickly buried deep inside of you, hitting that spot that made your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. He finger fucked you for a good moment, watching your flushed face with a wry grin glued to his face. "So fucking wet, basically dripping," he cooed.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his hand.

"That's it," Bakugo purred. "You're so fucking wet for me, slut. Say whatever you want but the truth is you can't resist my touch." He pulled his rough fingers out of you and licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at that, you taste good."

He unzipped his hero uniform, pulling out his hard cock that stood proudly against his abdomen as he pushed his pants down his legs, and forcing you to turn around. Bakugo wasted no time, thrusting inside of you from behind with a force that made you see stars. He fucked you mercilessly, each thrust harder than the last. He was too lost in his own lust, his own need for power and control. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing in the empty conference room.

You could feel his cock swelling inside of you, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. "Boss, please," you begged, your orgasm building.

"You like it, don't you?" Bakugo growled, his breath hot against your ear as he increased his pace. "You like it when your boss fucks you like this."

You couldn't deny it. Despite the risk, despite the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment, you couldn't deny the pleasure that was building up inside of you. Your body was on fire, your pussy clenching around Bakugo's cock as you neared your climax.

He fucked you with wild abandon, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a force that made the conference table shake.

You could feel his cock swelling even more, the head hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. "I… I'm close…" you moaned, resting your clothed chest against the top of the table.

"Cum for me, you little slut," Bakugo spat, spanking your ass. "I'm going to cum inside of you."

You screamed, your orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami wave, indicated by the thought of his cum filling you to the brim.

Bakugo continued to fuck you, drawing out your pleasure until you were left trembling and breathless. His cock twitched inside of you, his warm cum filling you up shortly after.

You could feel some of it trickling down your legs, the sensation making you clench around him even more.

Bakugo didn't stop, continuing to pound into you as you came down from your high, your legs trembling. He reached around, rubbing your clit again, sending you over the edge once more.

Finally, Bakugo pulled out, spreading you ass cheeks to watch his cum trickling down your thighs. He sneered down at you, still pinning you to the table. "Remember who's in fucking charge," Bakugo whispered in a low tone right into your ear, before zipping up his pants, slapping your ass again, and leaving the room.

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You stayed there, your body trembling with aftershocks, wondering what the hell just happened. But even as you cursed your boss' name, you couldn't deny the fire he ignited inside of you.

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malfoy

Kinktober Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malofy x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, potter!sister, secret relationship, closet sex, nearly caught, hand over mouth, slight size kink, hard sex, creampie,  nicknames, no use of y/n

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link 

The corridor was busier than you’d ever seen it before as it seemed that hundreds of students had descended on it at the exact same moment, trying to push and shove each other out of the way to attend different classes in locations across the school.

This was always the worst part of your day trying to get through this stupid corridor, the hustle and bustle of students only caring about themselves as they rushed past, it was beyond frustrating.

You’d not even made it halfway down the corridor after trying to get through for what felt like a lifetime, huffing as another kid elbowed you as you ran past. Your blood was beginning to boil with frustration, if one more person hit you, you couldn’t be held accountable for your actions.

Of course, it was at this exact moment that a warm hand gripped your upper arm, harshly pulling your body in another direction. You didn’t even have time to shove them off before you realised that you were being thrown into a store cupboard that consisted of a single bucket and mop in the corner, that you hadn’t even realised that you’d been standing next to, the person who held your arm following close behind.

The stranger's hand gripping your arm continued to push until your back was against the stone wall and another hand was being forced against your mouth, cutting off any words of confusion you were about to shout.

“Shh Potter, don’t want to get caught now do we?” Malfoy looked down at you with a smirk on his cunning face, his perfectly styled blonde hair swept back like it usually was.

Smiling against his palm, you gripped his wrist and eased it away so you could speak, tone low, “really Malfoy? Anyone could walk in here, I mean anyone could have seen us come in here!”

He chuckled darkly, almost in a condescending tone that had you rolling your eyes, “but no one did see us and no one is going to come in here so stop worrying we’ve only got a few minutes”.

You wanted to argue against him but adrenaline started to pulse through your body at the sheer idea of being so close to being caught and getting away with it, it was filthy but that was Draco for you, he was always doing impulsive things, getting off on the idea of being caught.

Before your mind could overthink the situation, you’d reached beneath your knee-length skirt and began taking off your underwear, handing them to Draco who tucked them into his back pocket like he always did.

Without another word shared between you, you hiked your leg up Draco's lean body, hooking it around his waist as he unzipped his trousers, reaching in and pulling his already hard cock out in a swift motion.

Leaning his forehead against yours, bending his knees to he could line his cock with your awaiting cunt, his tip brushed against your hole, both of you sucking in a needy breath.

“Hurry up Draco” you moaned, bucking your hips closer, arms settling around his shoulder to better hold you up. The Slytherin smirked at your needy responses and simultaneously kissed you whilst pushing in his length, absorbing your moans into his mouth to keep you quiet, he knew this would be a difficult challenge for you to do.

Draco didn’t waste time once he felt you had relaxed to his size, his hips moving fast, one hand bracing against the wall over your head whilst the other helped to keep your leg high up his body.

You clung to him desperately, head tilting to deepen the kisses, wanting him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as he fucked you in the store cupboard.

Pulling back from the kiss so you could suck in a breath, Draco grinned down at you as the noise outside of the cupboard seemed to increase, somehow more students arriving only adding to the danger.

This was the exact moment that he fucked harder, his pubis brushing against your clit causing an ungodly moan to leave your lips. Luckily Draco saw it coming and quickly covered your mouth once again with his hand, ducking his face against your neck, and licking along the sensitive skin there.

“You need to be quieter than that Potter - fuck you feel so tight” he closed his eyes in concentration as your cunt clenched at his words.

Reaching up, your hands delved into his hair, finding a spark of pleasure from messing up his perfectly styled hair, Draco grunted at your actions, slowing his thrusts to pound deeply with his cock causing you to smack back against the wall.

Pulling his head down, you were now touching foreheads again looking deep into his grey eyes, your eyes pleading for him to keep going, the tension building in your core, almost like a tingling, tightening sensation that spread from your cunt and down your thighs.

Draco seemed to be slipping towards his orgasm too as he began pumping in and out of you quicker, almost desperately. He was always so in control of every situation but every time he was close to cuming his mask would slip slightly, mouth gaping open, legs shaking with adrenaline.

You were thankful for Draco’s hand that remained over your mouth as without it, you knew you would have screamed out as your orgasm pulsed through your body, and definitely would have been caught by everyone outside.

Your grip on his hair was impossibly tight, knees trembling from the position as the waves slowly dispersed, and your whole body relaxed from the post-orgasmic bliss. Draco’s thrusts became sporadic as his balls tightened to his body, cock hardening and then his cum was soaking into your cunt.

Draco wasn’t as loud as you when he came, a brief heavy breath and a full-body shiver was his only indication that he was coating you with his seed.

Pulling out, you felt his and your juices dripping down your thighs. Draco made quick work of stepping back and sorting himself out, waving his wand to wipe away any stains, running a hand through his messy hair to straighten it back to how it was and finally zipping himself back up.

You however were not so quick, still holding onto the wall for support in the cramped store cupboard, clothes scrunched up and body trembling slightly.

Not another word was passed between the two of you, Draco simply kissed your forehead in a rare show of emotions before casually exiting the store cupboard, rejoining the crowd that was still heavily present in the hallway.

Taking a breath, you pulled your wand out from your sleeve, swallowing harshly, before beginning to clean yourself. It took a few minutes to make yourself presentable again which was enough time for you to exit back into the crowd for no one to hopefully notice that Draco had just left there, a frustrated sigh leaving you as students still were packed like sardines in the school corridor.

[felassan]

Item and ability/skill etc descriptions from the DA:TV Progression Deep Dive video. Sometimes these contain bits of lore, like in weapon/armor descriptions.

In some cases the description cut off as you would have to scroll down to read the rest. This post does not include items whose description we couldn't see.

SKILLS AND STUFF

Rogue core kit (Rook)

"Rogues are cunning and adaptive. They fight with two swords and a bow while exploiting enemy weaknesses."

Duelist – Specialization – Antivan Crows

"Swift as the wind, the Antivan Crow Duelist specializes in dancing between blades and punishing enemies with devastating melee blows."

Spellblade - Specialization - Antivan Crows

"Weaving magic and melee together, the Crow Spellblade wields both dagger and orb to serve death to their foes."

Antivan Crow (an area on Rook's skill tree or something)

"Focused on melee attacks and parry. Maintaining momentum and finishing enemies are key strengths."

Riposte - Trait (Rook)

"After a successful Defend, you can now launch a powerful counterattack."

Toxic Dash - Ability (Rook)

"Dash toward your target to land a deadly blow."

Concussive Barrage - Ability (Rook)

"Remind your enemies that a rogue’s pockets are often filled with danger… and explosives. Fire a barrage of concussive bombs that deal increased Stagger. The duration of any Staggered condition from this […]"

Explosive Daggers - Ability (Rook)

"Unleash a barrage of sticky, explosive daggers."

Hurricane of Blades - Ability[?] (Rook[?])

"Hit up to 4 times. The final strike deals more damage."

Debilitate - Ability (Lucanis)

"Lucanis opens up his enemies with a debilitating strike."

Eviscerate - Ability (Lucanis)

"Lucanis deals a decisive blow, targeting an enemy’s weakest point. At half health or less, this deals bonus […]"

Adrenaline Rush - Ability (Lucanis)

"Lucanis gives you a rousing shout, motivating you to act with renewed determination."

Abominate - Ability (Lucanis)

"Lucanis sweeps the area with demonic strength."

Battle Cry - Ability (Davrin)

"Davrin lets out a formidable shout, drawing the attention of enemies attacking the party. Taunts enemies in the area, forcing them to attack Davrin for a short time. Does not affect some of the strongest […]"

Assan Strike - Ability (Davrin)

"Calls in Assan to attack from the skies above. Deals bonus Armor damage and Knocks Down enemies."

Blizzard - Ability (Neve)

"Neve summons a swirling vortex of ice to thrash and hamper her enemies. Deals damage each second to all enemies in the area of effect."

Icebreaker - Ability (Neve)

"Neve conjures shards of ice to launch at her enemies. Fires 6 projectiles at targets that explode after a short delay."

Chrono Control - Ability Upgrade (Neve)

"Time Slow Companions can use Abilities during Time Slow, and active cooldowns are reduced by 25%."

Murder of Crows - Ultimate Ability (Rook)

"Use your advanced agility to cut down enemies foolish enough to challenge an Antivan Crow. Your enemies will think you have wings as you leap rapidly between nearby targets, dealing damage with each […]"

ITEMS AND STUFF

Enchanted Longblade (Rook) - Mourn Watch - Uncommon Saber

"Imbued with necrotic energy through carefully managed rituals in the Grand Necropolis, this blade is deadly in the right (or wrong) hands."

Cryptwood Bow (Rook) - Mourn Watch - Rare Shortbow

"This bow is crafted from the ancient death-touched trees that grow deep in the crypts of the Grand Necropolis."

Antivan Rapier (Rook) - Antivan Crows - Common Longsword

((We couldn't see the description but I'm including it just because I think it's cool that we can wield an Antivan rapier in this game))

Duelist’s Blade (Rook) - Mourn Watch - Uncommon Rapier

"This razor-sharp blade, plucked from an ancient hoard, is surrounded by a deeply menacing aura."

Corvid Cloak (Lucanis) – Antivan Crows – Legendary medium armor

"A rich purple cape rests off one shoulder over thick black leather laid like feathers, perfect for leading a murder of Crows with presence."

Rialto (Lucanis) - Antivan Crows - Rare Rapier

"Named for the “still” waters of Rialto Bay, few weapons are deadlier than this light […]"

Mayhem in Gold (Harding) - Epic Shortbow

"Mayhem, but more of it. But shiny. If an enemy spots this bow in Harding’s hands, it’s already too late."

The Means of Antiva - Memento

"A symbol of the last nation that dared disarm Antiva. “Tap the empty crystal when on your first contract. Your blade needs no venom, save that which you give it.”"

Maferath's Embrace - Memento

"The last known vial of the poison that ended a Templar Order. Harmless due to age but an important example of Crow origins and means. Smells of elderberry."

[source, two]

[deliciousangelfestival]

Silent Heir, Hidden Dangers - 3

Character: Lawyer!Bucky x Female Character

Summary: She suddenly inherits a fortune from an unknown father, navigating dark secrets with lawyer Bucky Barnes in a suspenseful journey of deception.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , -

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As Bucky introduced Y/N to Mark, an unsettling tension filled the room. Underneath the mask that obscured his face, Mark raised his voice, frustration evident in his tone. "Why should I care? She never appeared, and suddenly she's the one who got the money?"

Y/N, caught in the crossfire of familial disputes, felt a surge of confusion and anxiety. "That money? I didn't ask for any of this!"

Mark, his emotions boiling over, directed his anger at Bucky. "You damn traitor!”

Maintaining an air of composed detachment, Bucky responded, "This is your father's wish. I'm just carrying out what he asked me to do.”

As Mark clicked his tongue, dismissing the gravity of the situation, he menacingly declared, "This matter will be done in a second." With a swift motion, he aimed the gun at Y/N's head, ready to pull the trigger and end the unfolding chaos.

However, Bucky, ever the cunning strategist, had another trick up his sleeve. With a quick click of a button hidden in his pants, the window, previously shattered and exposed, suddenly closed down, forming an impenetrable barrier. 

It was a modification Bucky had made, revealing a level of preparation that caught Mark off guard.

Seizing the opportunity, Bucky, quick on his feet, threw something at Mark and his partner. The distraction allowed Y/N the chance to free herself from the remaining bindings.

Y/N's eyes widened as she watched Bucky, in a breathtaking display of agility and skill, engage in a fierce battle against two adversaries. 

The room became a blur of swift movements and calculated strikes, with Bucky seamlessly evading and countering the relentless attacks.

His every motion was a testament to years of training, a dance with danger that unfolded with a fluidity that defied the chaos surrounding them. 

Bucky's movements were deliberate, each punch and kick executed with precision, creating a dynamic spectacle that left Y/N both mesmerized and awestruck.

With Mark and his partner subdued and unconscious, Bucky swiftly took control of the situation, grabbing Y/N and efficiently collecting everything of importance in the room. 

As they prepared to make their escape, Y/N, exhausted from the ordeal, stole a weary glance at her step-brother sprawled on the floor.

Noticing her hesitation, he said, "Leave him. He's not our concern right now.”

Together, Bucky and Y/N hurriedly left the compromised "not-so-safe" penthouse. As they navigated the dimly lit corridors, Bucky murmured with a hint of satisfaction, "Luckily, I put that unit into insurance."

Y/N, gritting her teeth in frustration, rolled her eyes at his nonchalant remark. "Insurance? We just got attacked, and you're worried about insurance?"

Bucky, undeterred, replied, "It's not just any insurance. It has some unique perks.”

And he dropped another bombshell. "You have three other siblings."

Y/N, incredulous, halted in her tracks. "What? You should've told me that before all this chaos!"

Bucky, unapologetic, responded, "Would it have changed anything? The less you knew, the safer you were."

Y/N, exasperated, retorted, "Safe? So, the other three want to kill me too?"

Bucky, with a sardonic grin, confirmed, "Oh, for sure.”

Y/N, clicking her tongue in frustration, muttered, "I felt safe already," her words dripping with sarcasm. 

Both of them got into the car and left. The penthouse, now behind them, seemed like a distant memory as the labyrinth of family secrets expanded.

As they navigated the city's shadowy streets, Y/N couldn't shake the burning question. Turning to Bucky, she asked, "My other siblings. Do they have the same mother?"

Bucky, pausing for a moment, finally responded, "Different. You have two brothers and one sister. Each of them has different mothers."

Y/N, incredulous, couldn't contain her surprise. "What? You've gotta be kidding me."

Bucky, chuckling with a hint of irony, explained, "Your father Max was a womanizer.”

Y/N, piecing together the fragmented puzzle of her father's life, couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and understanding. "No wonder why my mother hated him so much.”

Y/N, still grappling with the revelations, muttered, "So, not only do I have to survive attempts on my life, but I also have to navigate through sibling drama. Great.”

Caught in the crossfire of her father's complex legacy, Y/N couldn't help but question the man beside her. "Since you're close with my father, are you the same womanizer like him?"

His mind wandered to the times he had to drag Max out of clubs, deal with irate former flings throwing tantrums because Max never replied to them, and navigate the intricate web of Max's romantic entanglements.

After a moment of contemplative silence, Bucky couldn't suppress a wry smile "Yeah, I guess so."

In the dimly lit room where Mark had awakened, he fumbled with his phone and made a call. "We messed up. She's still alive.”

On the other end, a mysterious figure studied Y/N's documents and photos in the darkness. Mark's voice echoed through the line, "I'm sorry, I failed."

The room plunged into silence before the unseen figure, frustration palpable, stabbed a photo of Y/N and Bucky taken from a traffic camera. "Fine, I'll do it myself.” The person who just spoke is Mason, Max's oldest son.

A mature woman's voice sliced through the quiet, accompanied by the moonlight revealing only the glimmer of a large jade ring on her hand. "Make this right. She's just one person." 

The woman, known as Mrs. Mallory Wolfe, exuded an air of authority that hinted at a deeper connection to the unfolding drama.

Another woman, her voice filled with a seasoned assurance, joined the conversation. "She's alive because Bucky is beside her." 

This was Madeline Wolfe, Max Wolfe's second wife, her calm demeanor masking the complexity of her motives.

In the shadows, another woman with a younger voice, tinged with nervousness, questioned the unfolding events. "Do we really have to do this?" 

The voice belonged to Marianne Wolfe, the youngest stepmother in the enigmatic Wolfe family, a woman caught in the intricacies of loyalty and fear.

Mason, wearing the weight of responsibility, responded with a voice that carried his family's legacy. "Don't worry. I will take care of it."

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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

[gwynethshadowsinger]

Gwyn and Azriel Connections Pt. 2

Continuation of my last post, and this will be long as well due to me including text from the book itself and my thoughts I jotted down as I was reading.

Ch. 59 of ACOSF - I loved this part with the Valkyries. The friendship bracelets were a good bonding moment between them, and I love how each picked out colors that suited the others spirits. Nesta, in particular, picking out the colors that she did for Gwyn stood out to me.

What do these colors signify? Do they signify anything at all? Colors in question: Blue, White, and Teal.

My thoughts? Blue could be for Azriel and/or her Invoking Stone. White could be for the healing/protection aspect of said stone, or maybe Gwyn has some unknown power that still needs to be revealed. Teal, I could see Nesta picking for the color of Gwyn's eyes 🥹🥰

Ch. 60 of ACOSF - Gwyn cutting the ribbon was a BIG deal. Cassian looking over to notice Azriel attention fixated on Gwyn with "admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face." How Azriel goes wholly still as if aware of larger forces. The particular wording Sarah uses to describes Gwyn's movements "swift as the winds off the Illyrian mountains, her entire body working in singing harmony." Gwyn becoming the 1st Valkyrie.

Has Azriel attention shifted towards Gwyn? I love the way he is looking at her in this scene and how he went wholly still.

Does he sense a potential threat to Gwyn?

Has his fixation on Elain finally started to wane, and he's realizing Gwyn might become more important to him, but not sure why exactly?

Ch. 60 (still) of ACOSF - The competitive banter between Gwyn and Azriel is 😘. I LOVE that the shadows are dancing around Azriel during this scene & Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge with "we look forward to proving you wrong."

The shadows dancing has to mean something here. They haven't danced around Azriel while he's conversed, joked, or bantered around with anyone else. Maybe they sense Gwyn would be good for Azriel and like her themselves? Instead of appearing to react to Azriel emotions like in other scenes they've appeared in.

This scene also reminds me of Sarah's endgame couples. I think she's planting evidence for a Gwyn and Azriel endgame.

Ch. 60 (still) - The "See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger" toss over Gwyn's shoulder. AZRIEL STARING AFTER WITH AMUSEMENT & NESTA SAYING HE'S THE NEW RIBBON!!!!

AHHHH!!!!! If this whole scene isn't endgame foreshadowing, I don't want it. There is no way Sarah laid this down and wasn't kicking her feet with glee.

Ch. 60 (still 😅🤣) - She wanted to be the first. Wanted Nesta and Emerie and her to be the ones who wiped the smirks from Azriel's and Cassians faces. Especially Azriel's....

Why does this read as if it's from Gwyn's POV specifically?!? Did Sarah unintentionally, or intentionally, give us a little excerpt from Gwyn POV because she already has plans to write Gwyn's story and wanted to give us a little something beforehand?

Ch. 60 - Gwyn was grinning so wildly that her teal eyes glowed like a sunlit sea, and she extended her battered hand to Azriel. And Azriel alone.

I wonder what Azriel was thinking at that moment of Gwyn's teal eyes glowing like that and her reaching out her hand to him 👀

What's also interesting is the theme of the book seems to be "keep reaching out your hand," and we have Gwyn reaching out hers to Azriel specifically 😉

Also, sheesh. In ONE CHAPTER ALONE, Sarah has put a lot of meaningful Gwyn and Azriel content.

Ch. 67 of ACOSF - The Blood Rite. Gwyn kept to the trees for two nights and watched the beasts. She learned where the beasts slept during the day and that they got angry when awoken. She used that knowledge to then lead one of the beasts to the male and his companions camp just in time to help save Nesta and Emerie.

That sounds like spy work.

Gwyn is cunning and great at biding her time for the right moment.

Ch. 68 of ACOSF - Near the beginning of this chapter, we get this scene from Cassian and Azriel in which Azriel talks about spying and Cassian mentions how unspeakable things could be happening to Emerie and Gwyn as well as Nesta. Azriels shadows appear to deepen around him, and his Siphons are said to have even gleam like cobalt fire.

It's nice to have confirmation Gwyn was indeed doing spy work like I had thought while she was waiting and watching those beasts. Maybe she'll become a spy as well and go on missions wit Azriel? They'd be one dynamic duo.

Azriel's shadows deepening and his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire.. could that be a hint somehow? Because I don't remember his Siphons ever gleaming like cobalt fire in the series when anyone else is in danger of "unspeakable things" happening to them...

Trusting in the training they gave them? Sounds like mate behavior. Endgame couples tend to trust each other to make it out alive, even in dangerous situations where they are separated. I like this new side of Azriel trusting in the girls, maybe even Gwyn specifically.

Ch. 68 of ACOSF - Gwyn is talking to Nesta and Emerie. She mentions how she is tired of being in the library and wants to take a new road. A road that will forge them into something new. And after Gwyn's done speaking, "A cold wind blew off Ramiel's side. Whispering. Murmuring." Gwyn goes on to relay her side of the story of what happened to her and how Azriel saved her by slaughtering all the soldiers within moments & went on to give her his cloak as well as wrapped her in it.

Yessss Gwyn!!! I'm so proud of how far Gwyn has come. She is truly a warrior, a survivor, a woman to look up to. I can't wait to read about her own journey because there is NO WAY we won't get her story told after this.

Um... Azriel didn't hesitate? AND HE GAVE HER HIS CLOAK AND WRAPPED HER IN IT?!?

ISN'T THAT ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE WHAT LUCIEN DID FOR ELAIN (minus Lucien killing anyone given that circumstance)?!?!? And Elain and Lucien are mates soo....

The rest of the story.. I was a blubbering mess.

But Gwyn became Carynthian. Just like how Azriel is Carynthian. Which is just another point that led me to think Sarah is going to have Gwyn and Azriel as endgame. Mates are equal after all.

And while Gwyn might have went back to the library, I just feel and know her story is far from over. Her journey is coming, and Azriel will more than likely be her endgame.

[krinsbez]

A Watership Down Meta/Headcanon/Rant

So, both @jaybutnotthebird and @stavarosthearcane have stated that, to their knowledge, I've not posted this on tumblr, and indicated that they would like to hear it, I'm posting it now!

So I don't recall if it was stated explicitly or was, like, a rumor, but everything about Gen. Woundwort makes so much more sense when you realize he's a hutch rabbit.

Why is he so enormous? Cuz he was bred to be big and fluffy, was fed flayrah everyday, and was taken to the vet if he got sick.

Why is he so afraid of humans? Because they were the first elil he ever encountered.

Why is everything he does in complete opposition to proper lapine culture and behavior? Because he grew up not knowing anything about it.

Efrafa is, in essence, an attempt to make a warren into a hutch.

OK got that? So, here's another thing to think about. Cowslip's Warren, or Strawberry's Warren, or the Warden of the Shining Wire, or whatever you want to call it...they also completely disregard traditional Lapine culture and behavior; they don't tell stories of El-ahrairah, they make weird poetry about the inevitability of death, they keep babbling about dignity, they make ART, etc. This, by the way, is why it and Efrafa come off as so viscerally wrong, because Mr. Adams went to the trouble of putting us in a rabbit headspace, so we can understand the full horror; it's not just Woundwort's tyranny or the farmer's snares, it's that they're unnatural and rabbits aren't meant to live that way.

Now, I know what you're thinking when I say that word, "unnatural", but put down the pitchfork.

Because Hazel and Co. do a LOT of things that is outside the realm of typical rabbit behavior:

Despite being Chief Rabbit, Hazel let's the others argue with and talk back to him.

They made friends with mice and a bird.

He adopted Cowslip's Warren's idea of using tree roots to create a big central chamber

Tales (the sequel short story collection) has them adopt a (obvs. less aggro) version of the Efrafan practice of having the Owsla run patrols

They busted out hutch rabbits.

They used a boat

Meanwhile, Sandleford, the Warren that our heroes fled, was apparently the epitome of a traditional Warren and of course they all died horribly.

So, what's the difference?

It goes back to the last lines of the first myth, part of which was used as the first animated film adaptation's tagline:

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.”

(I bolded the important part)

Sandleford's Chief Rabbit (EDIT: The Threarah) decided he liked things as they were and refused to change, and his people died. Cowslip and Co. allow themselves to be farmed and treat death as an inevitability, and they're slowly going mad and dying one by one. Gen. Woundwort teaches his Owsla to respond to every situation by fighting, and they break and flee when the unexpected happens. The ordinary rabbits of Efrafa are forced to live like hutch rabbits and they're miserable and not having babies.

Hazel does weird stuff…but he does so because he's in a weird situation and has to adapt. He listens to the other's concerns and ideas, he keeps an open mind, he figures out what resources are available to him, and then figures out how he can use them to protect his people.

In short? Unlike Woundwort, Cowslip & Co., or the unnamed Chief Rabbit of Sandleford EDIT: The Threarah, he is cunning and full of tricks.

(I think one of the reasons the BBC miniseries from a few years back didn't hit right is that they failed to get this)

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk

[ocean-in-my-witchy-soul]

Hail Loki, God of the Othered [a trans prayer]

(photo credit: Abdul Kadher Akib, pexels.com)

Hail Loki, Father of Monsters God of the Othered He who walks on the fringes between Aesir and Jotnar Watch over me today and all days Goddess of children cast out for their nature Hear me in my fear and pain Hold me against the oppression of my state and of my nation Give me strength to keep fighting for my people Deity of the pushed aside You who laughs at the schemes of the powerful Help me foil the plots and efforts of corrupt authority To do me and my fellows harm Give to me your flames, oh Fire Haired One, and set my soul ablaze Help me shape myself into a shield, heavy and solid Into a sword, sharp and true Into a bullhorn, loud in the face of oppression Help me keep faith and keep strong Aid me in this fight and help me survive Grant me your cunning speech and your wit Grant me your swift thinking and malleability Shape Changer, World Breaker Guide us in this fight to protect ourselves Keep us fleet of foot and one step ahead of our adversaries Let us tear them apart and not let them break us

Loki, you who change yourself to suit your whims Be with us as we fight for a better world Protect us in our work and efforts For this I beseech you, for your aid and blessing

Hail to Father of the Feared Ones! Hail to She Who Walks Between! Hail to They Who Laugh! Hail to the Balance-Keeper!

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(c) ocean-in-my-witchy-soul

If you would like to use this prayer in your worship and/or activism, I would be greatly honored. Be safe, friends.

[katerinaaqu]

Greek Fun Fact!

So you know that out of Odysseus's many epithets the first that appears in mind is Πολύτροπος (Polytropos) which comes from the compartments πολύς (polys) which means "many" or "much" and τρόπος (tropos) which can emanate either to mean "way" or "mean" and "turn" or "swift" Now in modern greek irnically we say something similar. We say "Το μυαλό του στροφάρει" = His brain is turning or "Το μυαλό του παίρνει πολλές στροφές"= His brain takes many turns when we wanna speak on a person that is very clever, very resourceful and really capable.

So yup guys! XD we still use this nowadays! You are familiar with the english term "the cogs are turning". This is the greek similar!

Also another extra. One other epithet of Odysseus is Πολύμητις (Polymetes) aka "wily" or "cunning" or "of many wiles" Do you know who other shares the epithet with him? Hephaestus!

Odysseus literally shares an epithet with the god of crafstmanship!

My Odysseus crappy sketch!

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• The Blind Dance •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Fluff & Smut)

— Requests are Open —

Summary: A mysterious letter from Sebastian leads you to The Undercroft at night. However, upon arrival, it’s not Sebastian you find, but Ominis. To your surprise, you find yourself caught in an escalated dance that trembles you to your core. As the night descends into a heated mess, you finally experience a long yearning you’ve always desired.

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“Meet me at the The Undercroft after class tonight. I have something urgent to discuss with you. Tell no one. Not even Ominis. I think you’ll be quite surprised at what I’ve found.”

— Sebastian Sallow

You run your fingertips over the aged parchment, its delicate crinkles invoke a sense of guilt from within. Among the carefully penned words, one particular phrase lingers in your thoughts, like a secret whispered by the winds. “Tell no one. Not even Ominis.”

—

At long last, the sun sought solace in its reprieve. A profound slumber cascaded forth a dark shadowy veil. The moon stirred awake, casting ribbons of light that shimmered along your path back towards the castle.

You let out a soft somber of a sigh.

“What could he possibly be trying to hide from Ominis?” You exasperate, as if Sebastian was seemingly testing the limits of your patience and understanding.

“I thought we were past this. The secrets. The skulking about.”

“Secrets? Did I hear that right?” Impetuously, the air was disrupted by the sound of a familiar and cunning voice behind you, causing you to whirl around.

There, amidst the darkness, you beheld his pale eyes seemingly aglow, the crimson spark at the tip of his wand casting an eerie illumination upon the dim expanse of The Wooden Bridge you found yourself on. It was Ominis. The one whom clouds your mind with every breath you take.

“Ominis—” You shudder, captivated by his presence.

He leans against a weathered pillar, adroitly crossing his arms while elegantly draping one leg over the other. His demeanor exudes an obscure charm that bounds you in place.

“How long have you been standing there?” You attempt to deflect his question.

“Don’t play a fool with me. What have you been plotting? Something having to do with secrets— with Sebastian I surmise?” Ominis cocks his head to the side, expecting answers.

You draw a breath, a subtle hitch emerges, an echo of anxiety encircling your midriff alongside the burgeoning queries. Frantically searching for the right answer, you draw your hand with haste toward your parted lips, nipping at your nails.

Hearing the clicking of your nails, his face contorts into a serious one. Taking note of your nervousness. In a swift motion, Ominis shifts from his leaning posture. With a purposeful stride, he moves closer, securing both hands on either side of your presence, enwrapping you against the wooden handrail of the bridge, caging you in like a little bird.

“Don’t do that.” He hummed with his head lowered.

With each passing second, your heart reverberates in your ears, its ringing both insistent and overwhelming. Consumed by trepidation, you abstain from even drawing a breath, apprehensive of his perception. Your hand once poised with uncertainty, reluctantly drops by his soft command.

“Well,” he continues with a low breath.

“If it has anything to do with Dark Magic then keep me out of it. Sebastian can’t keep meddling in things beyond our understanding. You know how dangerous it can be.” His voice softens. “I… don’t want to lose anyone else to Dark Magic.”

“I know, Ominis… You needn’t worry.” You whisper tenderly, delicately intertwining your fingers against his forearm.

“I don’t think it has anything to do with Dark Magic.” You pause briefly before continuing.

“I know how much it bothers you...” You express in a gentle tone, your eyes reflecting a profound sense of sadness and empathy for his inner somber.

The sincerity of your touch and words briefly catch him off guard. There's a faint inclination of his body, as though he's drawn closer, almost leaning further into you.

His visage rests but inches away from your own, prompting contemplation on whether he grasps the profound closeness that envelopes you both. Surely, the delicate caress of your breath against his complexion is not lost upon him. It’s almost as if he too wishes to press the limits of your whole being.

With his head bowed before yours, he tenderly trailed his arm, drawing it close before gently enclosing the back of your arm. Finding solace in the embrace. His throat moved in a subtle swallow, taking a moment to pause on his lingering thoughts.

“I… thank you— for being honest with me. It seems that I can only trust you, as of late.” His breath lingering against your lips.

“Ominis, I…” just before you could pour your heart out, the resonating cadence of hardened footsteps approached, compelling the two of you to part. Ominis' awareness was quick to discern the familiar rhythm, eliciting a subdued murmur beneath his breath accompanied by an expression that bore traces of agitation.

"Sebastian," he articulated, his tone weighted with recognition and a hint of unrest.

A lingering presence bore in the shadows without the cast of Lumos. The creaking of the floorboards came to a halt. A familiar shadow towered before you.

“Ah, Ominis. So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Sebastian’s voice resonated, carrying an undertone of near taunting amusement. A slanted curl of his lips highlighted by the moons grace.

“What are you on about, Sebastian? You of all people should know a Gaunt never hides.” Ominis crossed his arms, his foot tapping in a display of evident irritation.

“No doubt.” Sebastian mocks. “Care to explain why the two of you are lurking about in the dark then?”

You exchange piercing glances with Sebastian, conveying a sense of his intrusion. Paradoxically, his curiosity is piqued, further fueling his fascination. A sinister spark dances within Sebastian’s eyes, a subtle attempt to intensify the unfolding situation. It becomes evident that he derives a certain pleasure from observing you amidst such circumstances. Causing you to writhe in place.

“We could ask you the same thing.” You uttered, your teeth sinking into your own lip, your gaze ablaze with intensity. Only fueling Sebastian to revel with a devilish grin.

“A bit nervous, are we?” Sebastian sneers.

“Sebastian, please. Leave her be. We’ve had enough of your games for one day. Shouldn’t you be in class?” Ominis effortlessly redirected Sebastian’s attention. A sudden and compelling sense of urgency took root within the soles of your feet, causing you to dance in place. You too had a class to be. The same class, in fact.

Sebastian exhibited an expression hinting the possibility of a lecture of a lifetime coupled by a months worth of detention. With swiftness, he deftly inserted himself between the two of you. His hand tightly enveloped your waist, pivoting you in the direction of the castle.

“I can’t risk another detention. Not now, not again. Come now, darling. Before we get an earful.” Sebastian hastily pulled you along.

"Darling?" Ominis murmured softly, his words veiled from distant ears as he turns his back.

—

"Sebastian," you protest, attempting to free yourself from his embrace. "We didn't even have the chance to say our goodbyes to Ominis," you remarked with a trace of bitterness in your tone.

In the courtyard, just before the rear entrance of the castle, Sebastian abruptly comes to a stop. He presses you against the brick wall with a certain reluctance. His gaze, partially veiled by his lowered lashes, locks onto yours with a begrudging trance. Maintaining a strong grasp around your hip and pinning your hand against the wall, intertwined with a squeeze.

“You like him, don’t you?” Sebastian implies.

“What—?” You jolted, caught off guard.

“Ominis.” He said with a stern voice.

“You like Ominis. You… you love him, don’t you? I can see it… We can all see it. He might not, but I can. Plain as day.” He draws his body closer, his breath mingling with yours, its warmth caressing your face. Enchanted by the depth of his chestnut eyes, you find yourself captivated. The pressure of his nails, grazing against your skin fervently, elicits a gasp from you as they embed themselves.

“Sebastian… you’re hurting me,” you whispered breathlessly, your brows knitted together with concern. Your hand presses against his chest, conveying your plea for him to ease his grip.

His eyebrows furrowed, a fleeting shadow casts its veil of darkness around him. Your words breaking him free from it, he gradually loosens his grip around you and softly releases your hand; taking a step back. He seemed to be somewhat bewildered by his own actions, his nails having left their mark etched into your skin. A sense of shame washed over him as he cast his gaze downward.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You, you know that— right? I would never do anything to hurt you. I just…” he seemed lost for words.

You gently massage the imprints left on your skin, shifting your attention to his visage marked by melancholy. Stepping closer, you reach out and delicately intertwine your fingers with his, bestowing a tenderness. Your thumbs trace soothing patterns over his hands, offering a comforting touch in an effort to alleviate his mind.

“It’s okay, Sebastian. I know… It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean it. You don’t need to apologize. It’s alright.” You repeated incessantly, as if the frequency of your words could somehow assuage his darkness. It was evident that no matter how times you sought to ease his mind, a pervasive sense of self-blame continued to weigh heavily upon him. As if the darkness had its grasp around him for a long time now.

Sebastian lifts his head, his eyes locked with yours. He gently tugs on your entwined hands, drawing you into a warm embrace. His arms envelop you tightly, one hand finding its place on the back of your head, pressing your face against his chest gently. A shallow sigh escapes him, eyes tightened closed. His fingers curl into your hair as he attempts to recollect all that he is. With a soft and tender tone, he whispers against your ear remorsefully, almost lovingly, "I'm truly sorry."

Your eyes found shut, allowing the solace of his embrace to envelop you. Your arms wrap around his midsection, embracing Sebastian as you draw comfort from both his presence and his words.

Reluctantly releasing you from the embrace, Sebastian delicately lifts your chin, directing your gaze to meet his own. His eyes gleamed with desire. As if he was starved for something.

He draws himself closer, your heart valiantly tangles with anxiety that coils around your midriff. His thumb lightly caresses your lips, seemingly captivated by an alluring notion. Just then, his lips begin to part; your fingers gracefully encircle his wrist, guiding his hand to your cheek in a tender gesture, met with a gentle nuzzle and a sweet smile.

"Sebastian," you whisper, your gaze shifting towards the gates of the swaying clock, deftly redirecting his attention.

The radiance in his eyes wanes, his thumb tracing a final path along your cheek before he reluctantly withdraws. With a touch of his hand against the small of your back, he steers you towards The Clock Tower.

"We should get going," he softly executes, his voice carrying a tinge of sorrow.

The walk was long, a silence draped through the halls. Yet, a notion persisted in your mind, mirroring Sebastian’s own contemplations. Your gaze involuntarily strayed upon him, reading his every move as the thought persisted.

Eventually reaching the Charms Classroom, Sebastian takes your hand and guides you to a secluded corner. You lower yourself against the cold wooden expanse, goosebumps scattered across the horizon of your skin.

The class stretched endlessly, laden with weariness. Sebastian proved unyielding, constant presence during the lecture, persistently attempting to provoke any response from you. Eventually, the class concluded. Professor Ronen requested a moment with Sebastian. You exchanged a brief glance with Sebastian before departing the classroom.

Your steps throughout the corridors were unhurried, providing ample time for Sebastian's discussion with the professor, setting the stage for a rendezvous in The Undercroft. Despite the usual presence of mischievous poltergeists, an uncommon quiet pervaded the halls. Suspense grew in your core, curiosity mounting as you pondered the purpose of Sebastian’s letter.

Upon reaching the entrance of The Undercroft, the contents of Sebastian's letter echoing in your mind, you swiftly extracted your wand from its holster. With a precise flick, a shimmering spark of magic cascaded forth, releasing the lock that guarded the hidden realm beneath. Stepping foot inside, the door closed behind you, sealing off the outside world. The air was infused with music, a melodic splendor that resonated beautifully. It drew you nearer.

As you venture further into the sullen hideout, Sebastian remained unseen, his presence elusive. Instead, you found Ominis, dancing with eloquence. Your attention was completely entrapped by his lithe movements, as if he wove his own musical tapestry. Droplets of perspiration suspended in his hair, gleaming within the gentle illumination. A flush of exertion colored his countenance, his breath weary. Every aspect of him exuded a captivating allure, as if the world around you had come to a stop.

Transfixed, you found it impossible to divert your gaze from him. Your heart raced in response to the perfection he bestowed. The pearls of sweat contouring his every feature, his lips parted allowing for labored breaths, the iridescence of his pale eyes, and the strands of hair draping his visage—each element coalesced into a breathtaking tableau. His dance exuded an air of confidence, as though he commanded the universe with each movement. Enchanted by the spectacle, you stole several cautious steps closer, yearning to absorb every detail.

"He’s… everything," you whispered, your voice a mere breath.

The final strains of the classical melody concluded. Ominis descends into a gracious bow, droplets of sweat swinging from his hair onto the cobblestone. With a harsh swallow, he fought to regain his breath, standing tall once again. A deft motion of his wand lowered the musical instruments, followed by another swish that conjured a towelette into service, wiping the sweat from his face.

Amidst the stillness, the faint sound of a pebble's crinkle beneath your shoe caught his attention. Orienting himself toward the sound, his focus fell upon you.

"Who goes there? Sebastian? No, wait…" he corrected himself, recognizing that Sebastian would have undoubtedly seized the opportunity to turn this into a spectacle.

Caught in a swirl of nerves, you found yourself trembling as his gaze fixed upon you, as if he could actually see your whole being. Clutching your skirt with a mixture of feelings, you took a few steps deeper within The Undercroft.

"I’m so sorry Ominis, I didn’t mean to intrude. Sebastian had mentioned..." A sudden realization dawned upon you, and your words faltered. Understanding the underlying purpose of Sebastian's letter, your complexion flushed in response. Stuttering, your thoughts converged into an incoherent mess—the pieces finally clicking together. It was evident that Sebastian had orchestrated this, setting a trap for you.

It was apparent that Sebastian derived a certain satisfaction from witnessing you in this state—enclosed within a whirlwind of emotions, visibly flustered. He took pleasure in your vulnerability, your inability to maintain your usual composure around Ominis. You couldn’t even bare the thought of what he had lined up for you if Sebastian was there. “Thank Merlin,” you exhaled in the own confinements of your thoughts.

"I must confess, discovering you in this setting was wholly unexpected," he admitted, a bashful tint coloring his expression as he rubbed the back of his nape, his head lowered. "Your approach was unusually discreet… Could it be that you tried to remain hidden from my notice?" His hand withdrew into his pocket with his pristine button-up clinging to his chest in sweat.

"But, why?" His attention locked onto you once more, a trace of a smirk edging onto his lips. He advanced, taking a measured step forward. "What might you stand to gain from all this?" The space between you closing in.

“I just— I… didn’t want to bother you. You looked so…” your words began tumbling from your breath, afraid of what he might think if you were honest with him.

You piqued his interest with a flick of his brow. “Since you’re here…” He swiftly took a step forth, leveling his hand out before you, offering a dance.

Your gaze lingers from his hand, leaving it to rest upon his face. With hesitance, you reached out; interlocking your fingers with his, accepting the proposition. His hands radiate warmth akin to a summer’s day. Almost instantly, he draws you nearer, causing you to falter against his form. While one hand remains intertwined with his, the other steadies your stumble against his chest. Amidst the luminous ambiance ignited by the flames of the candles within The Undercroft, you both stand in a harmonious accord. His hand gracefully encircles your waist.

"I know you," his forehead met yours, effortlessly maintaining eye contact despite his lack of sight. Your lips parted, a hint of trepidation in their movement, stirred by his audacious demeanor.

“What?” You muttered, heart beginning to race.

"I know you, how your nails nervously meeting your teeth when my presence quickens your heart," he intones, his grip on your waist tightening, obviating escape. "How you meticulously arrange your words when our paths intertwine." His gaze, half-lidded. "The shallowness of your breath when you’re close to me." His lips nearly graze yours. "I possess the power to suspend your heartbeat..." His exhalation, a swift caress upon your lips. "I am well aware of you, of your desire for me." His words ripple down your spine, irresistibly compelling your gaze toward his lips.

"Do you truly believe a snake has no eyes?" Ominis angles his face towards the crook of your neck, his nose skimming the strands of your hair as the heat of his breath playfully caresses the curve of your ear. His voice resonating as he whispers.

"Our senses see all. I may be blind, but I can see. I can see everything— all that you are, my dear little bird. I can see things that others cannot.” He inhales deeply, savoring the essence that surrounds you. Easing back from your ear, he turns to face you once more. “Every… little… detail you try to hide from me.” His hand slithers from your waistline before ensnaring the corner of your jaw. The pad of his thumb traces gentle patterns across your cheek.

"Ominis…" You shudder, eyes welled with a profound yearning. Inadvertently, you found yourself drawing nearer toward his lips, your breath unraveling.

His hold on you fixed. “I know you all too well…”

Gently lifting your lips to his, he shuts his eyes and presses his lips tenderly to yours. Savoring the sweetness of his taste, you delve into it, fluttering your eyes shut. Beneath your ear, his hand maintains its gentle cradle. You curl your fingers with his, still connected to this moment. He briefly pulls his lips from yours, whispering. “No need to hide anymore."

The velvet touch of his lips leaves you craving, a silent plea for more. With a subtle part, he tilts his head, once more clasping his lips with yours, a convergence that bounds you in place. He embraces your lower lip with fervent intent, his teeth gently brushing your bottom tier, yet never transgressing.

His lips remain tethered to yours, he proficiently retraces his steps, guiding you to follow in his meticulous stride. His hand moves from your cheek, falling to the small of your back, a gentle touch that anchors you in his grasp.

His movements were a mesmerizing blend of elegance and intensity, as if he threaded emotions through his steps. With each twirl, your two bodies embraced the silent notes that played. A spin pulls your lips apart, momentary unraveling, yet your hands remain firmly entwined. With fluid grace, he draws you back into his embrace, stealing a tender kiss amidst the dance. Every sway and dip held an unspoken promise. As he held you in harmony, it was as if the world around you two faded, leaving only the dance and the palpable veil that swallowed you whole.

With each movement, his confident steps guiding your every turn and twirl. The space between you two dissolved. His touch was firm yet tender, leading you with the assurance of someone who knew every contour of the stones beneath you. He didn’t need his wand to guide him. As you moved together, the atmosphere seemed to spark, charged with tension that crackled between you. The dance was not merely a series of steps, it was a song.

Time lost its grip as the dance continued, the world around you fading into a distant blur. Each spin and dip became a cherished memory, a fusion of your beings intertwining in a display of vulnerability and desire. It was a dance of unspoken confessions, a visual poem composed of stolen kisses, lingering desires, tender embraces, and the fiery yearning between two souls. It felt like a dream.

The first dance was that of a swan. A display of a gentle curtsy executed, with legs elegantly crossing the other, heads gently lowered into a bow. As the swan’s long neck arcs in an elegant curve, your arms extend and sweep through the air together, almost mirrored from another. Just like a swan leaves ripples in a lake, the dance leaves an impression on the hearts of those who tread it. Like wings, an extension of your own arms flutter in elegance together.

The second dance was that of a serpent. With poise regained, you both take a confident step forward, reflecting that of a snakes strike. Your arms intertwine, creating an intricate knot reminiscent of a coiled serpent's grace. Your hands pressed flat against another, akin to the opposing movement of scales against the ground, your bodies twist in tandem. Ominis guides you into a hypnotic spiral, a synchronized dance of circles. You spin, switching directions seamlessly, once again entwining, clasping, and twisting, all while moving in an entrancing spiral.

The dance of the bird and the snake resonates within the very cores of your beings. Exhaustion has cast its spell upon you both, painting flushed faces and labored breaths. Movements now unfold in a lethargic cadence, drained of the energy that once propelled your dance. The performance concludes, leaving you both breathless, the intensity of your exertion etched upon your countenances. Ominis holds you in a trembling embrace, your bodies melding in the aftermath, chests rising and falling in unison, glistening beads of sweat dotting your skin.

In a twist of fate, a stumble sends you both in reverse. Swift as a fleeting thought, Ominis acts, his hand cradling your head to shield you from the impending fall. Despite the tumble, his descent is a balletic maneuver, ensuring your landing is cushioned with utmost care. The sensation of cold cobblestone beneath your heated body sends shivers down your spine. Reminiscent to the icy depths of the ocean, your uniforms cling to the stone, soaked by your efforts.

His body softly hovers above yours. As gasps for air thicken, your hand instinctively encircles his neck. Your labored breaths mingle, dissolving the space between you.

"Are you alright?" Ominis exhales desperately, his damp hair adhering to your forehead, too fatigued to be concerned about the distance between you two.

With half-lidded eyes, a mix of fatigue and flustered emotions, you gaze into his pale eyes. Your heart thuds relentlessly against your chest, the energy of the dance still coursing through your veins. Driven by an inexplicable impulse, your fingers clench into his hair, pulling him close. With your lips slightly parted, your breaths rage together like coastal currents.

"I'm fine," you manage to utter, a fleeting smile tugging at your lips. Before further words can be exchanged, Ominis' lips press onto yours with the firmness of pent-up intensity. Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the sensation, your lips molding against his, capturing him with an urgency that borders on desperation. The taste of his saliva is a sensory feast, a sweetness that lingers on your tongue.

His hand, once on the floor that hoisted him now travels along your jawline, cradling it with tender intent. The kiss deepens, a dance of shared longing and passion. His lids shut tight, his touch and taste igniting every sense within your being. Time seems suspended, leaving only the intoxicating blend of heat, touch, and taste.

You emit a breathless moan against his lips as his tongue snakes along yours. His alternate hand follows a serpentine course down your side, securing its grip around your waist with a sense of desire. His presence encompasses the space between your thighs, and your skirt finds itself hitched, permitting only a thin layer of fabric between you and him. Your knee ascends with a gradual incline, your fingertips sinking into the skin of his neck. He presses himself into you, eliciting tremor that courses throughout your body.

You tilt your head back, feeling Ominis capture your bottom lip with a tantalizing bite like a snakes kiss before breaking away. His fingers gently guide your head to the side, and his lips find the curve of your neck, setting your skin ablaze with his touch. A soft, heated exhale brushes against your skin as he murmurs, "My darling…" and places a fervent kiss at its corner. Your senses electrify as his breath and velvety voice intermingle, a gasp of desire. "My sweet girl…" His lips press ardently along your jawline, stoking the flames further. "My love…" his whisper trails like a seductive promise, followed by a snaking of kisses down your neck, each sending you into a euphoric mess. "You're my all…" he declares, his lips planting a series of urgent, heated kisses where your collar gives way to bare skin.

A gasp escapes your lips, igniting a fire within as your nails delve deeper into his nape, your cheeks aflame with heated anticipation. He presses his hips intimately against yours, his cock hard and twitching within his trousers, his voice a sultry hitch in the thick air that surrounds you. A hungry desperation courses through him as his hand descends, claiming your bare thigh with an almost possessive grasp, sending a sweet shiver up your spine. A moan, laden with need, spills from your being, "Ominis…"

His face rises to meet yours, a seductive glow in his eyes as he whispers, "Yes, my darling?" His touch sears your cheek with a scorching trace, while his other hand digs into the skin of your thigh, a visceral reminder of his craving.

Your restraint crumbles, confessing breathlessly at last, "I— I love you…"

A craving grin tugs at his lips, capturing your vulnerability. In an explosion of pent-up desire, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, an urgent collision of two souls aflame. You unveil the tie from around his neck eagerly, falling upon your chest, sweeping it aside.

Amidst a crescendo of moans and searing kisses, Ominis embarks ravenously. His hand gently rests upon your damp knickers, igniting something within. An unmistakable hunger emanates from his gaze as he inquires, "Did I do this?" A prurient smirk surfaces his lips while his fingers caress the surface of your saturated garment, brushing up and down softly. A shiver floods your whole being, goosebumps scattering across your supple flesh. Your fingers close around his throat in an unyielding hold, applying pressure on either side. Your claim summons a guttural groan that vibrates against your fingertips, his pulse raging within his veins.

In response, his own fingers press with a heated urgency against your thinly covered folds, a daring gambit raging within. Eliciting a sudden gasp from your lips. His daring finger breaches beneath your garment's hem, an unapologetic intrusion that sends a surge of molten desire coursing through your veins. His fingertips blaze a trail across your fevered wet skin, a possessive tease that draws an arch of your back, a desperate plea for more.

"I want you," your fingers loosen their grasp around his neck, delicately brushing his hair aside. Your hand cradles his jaw, thumb grazing the constellation of freckles along his cheek. Your words, driving him to the brink of madness. His fingers trace the contours of your saturated blouse, unhurriedly undoing each button as his lips trail a blazing path along your neck, retracing the memory of the buttons that once adorned your figure.

To his surprise, he finds no barrier of a bra, sending a rush of electricity through him. His lips explore the expanse of your soft exposed skin, enwrapping his lips around your pink flesh. Your fingers entwine in his hair, coaxing a needy gasp from your quivering lips. “Ominis…” you plead for more.

His tongue, warm and dripping of saliva, tracing heated circles that coax your hips to sway, aching against his fingers. His tongue glides across your bare chest, finding its place once more. A symphony of pleasure escapes your lips, your grip tightening around his hair.

His tongue circles and flicks, deliberately leaving an irresistible path of warm saliva along your breast. His teeth grazing your skin, a rush of warm breath sends you into folly. Ominis groans gently with his teeth clenched around your nipple, a surge of pleasure rippling through you.

“Fuck…” A sultry exhalation escapes your lips, as delicate beads of sweat slithers down the crest of your breasts.

Suckling, tugging, and pulling against your sensitive bud. An echoing of sloppiness fills the air. With a gentle pull of your skin still captured between his teeth, he lifts his head. Your chest rising and falling as you pant softly, a breathless pleasure escaping your lips.

Eagerly situating himself between your thighs, he embarks on a scorching trail of kisses, igniting a road of fervor along your abdomen. The gentle caress of his lips against your inner thighs sends shivers of anticipation cascading through you, as his hands embrace your hips with a possessive, tender grip. His fingers ably curling beneath the delicate fabric of your undergarment. A slow, deliberate tug revealing his desire.

As the fabric yields to his insistence, you keenly widen the gap between your thighs, your wet skin beckoning his attention. His heated breath stirring against your wetness. Your fingers intertwine with his, urging his movements while your nails leave an imprint against his skin. The air becomes charged with your shared craving, and the husky whisper of your plea, "Ominis, please..." only serves to ignite a deep desire within him; hunger. The subtle quiver of your thighs sends flaming excitement that courses through you.

"Tell me you crave me," he demands, his voice dripping with desire. His tongue glides silkily against your skin, savoring the taste of your longing.

"I... I crave for you, Ominis," you beseech, your desperation exhausting the air.

"How badly do you desire me?" He taunts, planting soft kisses along your heated flesh.

"Ominis," you tremble, your heart racing. "I need you, please..."

"Again," he purrs, an insidious grin playing on his moist lips. "How deeply do you yearn for me, darling?"

"Fuck," you gasp hopelessly, a moan escaping your lips. "I fucking need you, I ache for you. Please, Ominis…" You beg, squeezing his hands ardently.

Finally, his tongue claims its place, pushing between your folds. A quiet growl tears from your throat, your head tilting back in ecstasy. Each of your fervent sounds becomes a sweet reward, a gasping pleasure that feeds his desire.

Your crumbling moans resonate in his ears. His grasp on your hips tightens, his tongue delving deeper, its languid strokes against your moistened skin sending waves of pleasure through you. You cling to his hands with desperation.

With deliberate skill, he kneads your hips softly with his thumbs, circling his tongue, alternating between gentle flicks and long strides. Your thighs quiver in response to the rhythmic caresses and thrusts of his tongue, a fulfillment that leaves you on the brink of delirium.

His soft grunts vibrate against your heated skin, each swirl of his tongue punctuated by his primal instincts. The intoxicating taste of you pushes him to the desire of claiming your body.

“Oh, fuck…” you pant, your hips buckling as the pleasure intensifies. Your groan melds with your eyes rolling back in rapture, one of your hands alternating between gripping his hair and pushing him further against your cunt.

His hand swiftly taking action as he guides two of his fingers deep inside you. A gasp escapes your lips, a mix of surprise and a subtle wince as the initial intrusion washes through you. Your nails dig into his hair, pulling the strands as your body retracts. He establishes a slow rhythm, his middle and ring finger moving in and out slowly, while his lips pepper your chamber with tender kisses.

Soft licks and purrs emanate from his lips, merging with the fire that now bestows you. A gentle hum resonates as he curls his fingers inside, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through your being.

Every soft moan and gasp that flees your very being, becomes an unrelenting source of pleasure for him. His pace quickens, fingers plunging in and out with a possessive precision. Unfailingly targeting that exquisite point which sends surges of scorching sensations coursing through your core, your very toes curling involuntarily. The feeling of his fingers delving deep within you elicits a symphony of fervent gasps and wanton winces, rendering your trembling thighs utterly powerless to uphold their stability in the wake of his consuming hunger.

His tongue traces a slithery path along your feverish skin, consuming every inch of you, an insatiable craving only drawing stronger. Filaments of your hair cling to your features, your chest shuddering with the force of your pleasure. "Ominis... I'm... I'm close—" your words falter as he accelerates his pace, perfectly attuned to your needs. Just as you approach the precipice of climax, he deftly slows his movements, curving his fingers to meet the contours of your inner core, his relentless pace pushing you to the edge. Your gasps become a harmony of ecstasy, waves of electricity pulsating through your thighs, culminating in your cavern as you squirm irresistibly at his own will.

He leaves soft, lingering kisses against your fevered, drenched skin, savoring every last drop of your passion. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath, your hands trembling at your sides as the climax sweeps through you. Attempting to find your words, you're left speechless, and breathless.

Ominis brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, savoring every last drop. “Delicious,” he hums, juices dripping from his chin.

With half-lidded eyes, your exhaustion evident, you observe him as he hovers over you, an aura of desire emanating from his very being. His lips brush yours in a hungry, tantalizing caress, his grip on your jaw possessive and urgent.

"My sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice a seductive melody that envelops you. The soft, wet press of his lips against yours ignites a spark, pushing your lips apart, allowing his tongue to surge through, his hungry desire leaves you breathless.

Overwhelmed by the intoxicating taste of your own wetness lingers on his lips. He pushes his lower half against yours eliciting a soft, primal sound from him, his stiffness pressing against your drenched cunt sends you to the edge.

Your hand ventures downward, your fingers finding purchase beneath his disheveled shirt, clasping his warm hip as your nails make an impression on his ivory skin. His hands find support, hoisting his form above you, his weight pressing against you with a fervor that threatens to consume you both. The friction grows, your wetness soaking the fabric of his trousers.

Ominis delicately clasps your lower lip between his teeth, causing a slight graze, evoking a subtle wince. Your alternate hand acts with urgency, fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt in a desperate bid to unveil his heated skin, the haste of your actions fueled by the relentless devouring of your locked lips.

Ominis rises to a kneeling position before you, a visual feast that commands your attention. His skilled fingers unbutton his trousers, their purpose clear as the zipper follows suit. The drenched fabric sullied by your own wetness pools at his knees, leaving him clad in his loosely worn button-up shirt and snug briefs. Your gaze is drawn to the unmistakable outline of his hardened member, subtly but tantalizingly visible beneath the clingy fabric. Your eyes trace the contours of his form, your heart racing as you take in the provocative tableau that unfolds before you, leaving your senses tingling with anticipation.

You gently sit up and place your hands over his, halting his movement, your fingers carefully brushing his aside. His expression softens, pulling his hand to your cheek, brushing the stands of hair behind your ear. Your gaze remains locked onto the throbbing outline before you, your fingers tracing its contours with a delicate touch. A soft sigh escapes him, the tension between you raging.

With a deep breath, you curl your fingers under the hem of his briefs, pulling them down. His erection springs forth, catching you off guard. It's substantial, adorned with veins, and crowned by a pink tip. Well-groomed and clean, it speaks of careful attention. You find yourself unable to resist, your hand wraps around his base, initiating a gentle stroking motion.

A restrained exhale escapes Ominis’ lips, carrying with it a sense of pent-up emotion. You part your lips, your tongue extending outward, brushing against the back of his head. His reaction is immediate—his cock twitches from your touch. You lower yourself, enveloping the tip with your lips, your mouth working to wet his arousal. The sensation of his size becomes apparent as you struggle to take all of it in, a twinge of discomfort touching your jaw. He guides your movements, entwining his fingers in the back of your hair, each thrust deepening the connection between you.

With shallow breaths and a mix of pleasure, he relishes the sensation of your mouth surrounding him. A deep, animalistic groan escapes him. "Good girl..." he moans huskily, the words laced with approval as he twitches inside your mouth.

Engulfing as much as you can, bobbing your head in a slow, savoring motion, coating his cock with your saliva. Forcefully, he pulls your head back by your hair, his possessive demeanor and intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. You pant softly, your lips moist from your endeavors.

He guides you back onto the cold floor, his hand firmly holding his throbbing cock. He fixes himself between your thighs. Teasingly gliding his pink tip against your wet folds, a tantalizing caress, sending waves of tranquility up and down your spine.

“Ominis…” You emit a breathless moan, tightly clenching your fists while your nails dig into your own palms. Unable to endure the wait any longer.

A smoldering chuckle infuses his lips at your desperate plea, fanning the flames of his amusement of your impatience and imploring desires.

The sensation, overwhelming, leaving you yearning for more as your muscles tense with suspense. Ominis playfully glides his tip up and down your wet messy cunt, teasingly drawing out every second he can. As he slowly eases the head of his cock inside you, he gripped your thigh firmly with one hand, the other still wrapped around himself. His grip on your thigh was forceful, and hungry. His deep growl resonating in the thick air. His length filled you completely, almost every inch with some to spare. He pushed himself further in, a blend of pleasure and tension emanating from his husky voice.

His hips moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring the sensation of your bodies coming together. To cope with the intensity, you brought your hand to your lips, biting down on your finger to stifle any unintentional loud noise. Your eyes squeezed shut as he gradually delved deeper, each moment a crescendo of sensation that left you breathless.

He seizes both your thighs firmly, anchoring you against his hips with an intense grip. His rhythm quickens, his hunger evident in the urgency of his movements. A breathy "F— fuck..." escapes your lips as you grasp his hand, leaving red imprints on his skin from his staggering hold. "Ominis..." you moan, your head tilting back in surrender to the intoxicating thrusts that envelop you.

"You can take it, darling," he grunted, his pace easing slightly, each thrust deliberate as he entered and withdrew from your tight cunt, his tip still maintaining contact with each movement. Your heart races, overwhelming your senses as you groan in desperation.

"More..." you plead, your voice a mess of need and longing. "I— I want more..."

Your words elicit a wide grin from him, reveling in your desperation. Embracing your desire, he delivers a powerful thrust, pushing himself as deeply as he can within you, reaching the deepest recesses of your being. You gasp, your nails finding purchase in his forearms as you cling to him. "Fuck...” you exclaim, surrendering your entire body to Ominis.

Your breath unravels, your cunt relentlessly tightening around his cock with each thrust. As he quickens his pace, tears begin to well within your eyes.

He leans over you, using his forearm to support himself while his other hand remains tightly around your thigh, pushing it up. His lips find the curve of your neck, delivering kisses and soft nips that evoke a quiet wince from you. Your hand seeks purchase on his shoulder, your grip firm as you hold on. As he plunged into you, his disheveled button-up slides from his shoulders, hanging loosely around his elbows and middle back, a sight that drives you mad.

"Fuck, Ominis... it feels so good," you murmur, your words escaping in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. His teeth graze your neck, a touch that thrills you to your core, causing your back to arch and your hips to move against him.

His pace quickens, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you, every thrust filling every corner of your being. Your muscles tighten around him, drawing a hitch in his voice against your neck. A guttural grunt humming against your neck, the sound of hungry beast. Beads of sweat form and mingle as your bodies move together in a dance of desire.

"Fuck," he exclaims, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound of his raw emotion resonates through you.

"H— Harder, Ominis," you breathlessly plead, your voice carrying the weight of your desire. "Fuck me harder..."

Your shaky voice fuels his passion, a spark of urgency igniting his movements. He pushes your leg as far back as possible, a fierce intensity in his actions that leaves subtle bruising on your thighs. With a fervent determination, he thrusts into you without holding back, the force of his movements causing your body to writhe against the stone floors. Your chest rises and falls with each powerful push of his hips, the sensation both exhilarating and consuming.

As he gives into his longing, he leaves a field of hickeys along your neck, each little bruise, marking his territory and claiming you as his.

"Ominis… fuck—" you gasp out as he maintains his relentless rhythm. The sensation intensifies, pushing you closer to the brink of climax. Just as ecstasy washes over you, his own release approaches. He emits a deep raspy moan, the heat of his breath filling your ear.

“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” you exhale frantically, your whole body tightening.

"Fuck," he clamors prolongingly, his voice filled with a melding of satisfaction and release as he climaxes, filling you completely, his cock throbbing inside. His movements slow as he savors the moment, his breaths unsteady.

Your muscles contract around him in the throes of your own climax. The sensation leaves you shuddering and gasping, your hand moving from your lips to grasp at the back of his head. You stroke his hair with trembling fingers, tingling sensations still coursing through you.

With both of you panting heavily, he rests against you, his head laying on your chest as you soothe him. Your hands remain trembling from the intensity of your shared experience. His eyes shut, his chest heaving with the effort of his exertion. His fingers trace gently along your breast, his cock still deep inside you. A trickle of fluids escape, seeping and dripping onto the cobblestone.

Ominis sighs, his voice a tired whisper in the aftermath.

"Ominis—" you begin, emotions swirling within you.

With an effort, he lifts his head, his gaze meeting yours, both exhausted. His hand cradles your cheek gently, his thumb sweeping away the hair clinging to your face, a tender gesture in the wake of your shared intensity. He leans in, his gaze affectionate as he listens intently.

"Yes, my sweet little girl?" he responds, his tone full of warmth and love.

You gather your emotions, ready to express your feelings, but he silences you with a hushed motion, his thumb brushing against your lips. His eyes flooding of desire and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between you.

"Hush now darling. I know... I know," he hums, his voice a soft reassurance.

"I love you with all my heart," he confesses, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. Tears fall from your eyes, filling your ears, mingling with the intensity of your emotions, a poignant testament to the depth of your connection.

[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

↬ 💜 You give Clavis a taste of his own medicine, as you mess with his thighs for a change.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Thighs; Thigh kink; Light Bondage; Light Femdom; Light Dom/sub; Petnames; Dirty Talk; Not Wearing Underwear; Clothed Sex; Frottage; Dry Humping; Thigh Suspenders; Marking; Teasing; Thigh Fucking • wordcount: 2,455 • masterlist

a/n: After we gave this treatment to Jin, it's Clavis' turn. Happy Birthday, Clavis!! So let's settle it once and for all, are racks or legs better?

"Ahaha…tying my hands too, darling? Is that necessary?"

Tightening the knot as if to answer him non-verbally, you know the following hiss of pain is overdramatized, very much in Clavis' style. The knot isn't even that tight.

"Yes, it is. I'm sure I share the desire of restricting your movements for safety measures with a lot of people."

"Ah, but, none of them experience the full capabilities of those hands like you do."

You smile while you're still behind Clavis, even if you feel like he can tell you do without looking.

"So that gives me all the more reason to tie you up every once in a while, Clavis! I'll avenge them by torturing you a little in return, and the balance in the universe will be restored."

When you return in front of Clavis, you give him one long look from head to toe. You've already discarded his coat and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, leaving his chest bare so that he's fully dressed only from the waist down. His tight white trousers remain as he sits with his legs slightly parted, unable to maintain a more presentable posture with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The same can't be said about his trademark shit-eating grin though, as stripping it off his face would require more than just that.

"My, what did I get myself into? Here I thought I was being a kind and loving partner, agreeing to be played with… too bad my wife is a pervert."

"Oh poor you. You're getting a full program centered on the one thing that gets you hard in seconds and somehow you still manage to complain."

The hand you lay on his thigh emphasizes your point. Clavis' eyes bore into it for a hot second before returning to your gaze. He can probably tell that the edge to your tone is but an act, too, but can you be blamed when he's once already stated you're hot when you're mad at him? Nothing stays hidden for long from those cunning amber eyes. But he'll play into it gladly.

"Perhaps you got it wrong - while I do strongly believe the thigh is the most erotic body part there is, I meant the one of my partner. I doubt you'll get much of a reaction out of me, being put on the other end of things, hahaha!"

So confident. That's exactly what motivated you to get this far, and you're more than eager to prove him wrong.

"Then you won't mind me taking a seat here… all that talk is seriously starting to tire me off."

You make yourself comfortable on his lap, wrapping a hand around his neck as you sit sideways. Your left leg shifts over your right.

"You should've sealed my mouth too, in that case! Ahaha!"

Being close enough to practically feel his bared chest expand with the hearty laughter, you're way too interested in noting the tiniest of reactions you can get out of him to exaggerate on how right he is. Your legs shift again as you uncross them.

"Tsk, you're not the most comfortable chair there is… I see that you're not doing a good job of keeping your legs closed for me so I'll have to sit like this instead."

Without further explanation, you briefly stand up just to resume your sitting in another second - this time straddling just one of Clavis' legs. You make sure the movement is swift but slow, your bottom floating over his leg until you finally sink down on it, hands resting on his shoulders.

There is a surprise for him. He finds out in an instant.

"Forgot to put on panties, dear?"

You've waited for this moment for too long to dwell on his scary perception and whether you're too hot or too wet to give yourself away so soon. You play coy, going as far as to act surprised, lifting the hem of your dress to "check", thus flashing him a glimpse of your pussy.

"I'm afraid yes… but surely you don't mind?"

An assuring whisper of "Not at all" is fleeting by your earlobe as Clavis nudges his chin closer to the side of your face. As if to remind him you're the one in control of the distance between you, you straighten your arms, still holding onto him as your torso tilts backward, and you smirk at him. The angle shifts again when you get close anew, this time embracing him fully on. Your clit presses firmly against the rough texture of his trousers when you're arched forwards like that, and you hold onto this position. Grind down a little.

"Ah…"

Surprisingly, Clavis is the one to vocalize the first spark of pleasure that all this tension-building back and forth led to - despite that pleasure being solely yours. Curiously, you keep the movement of your hips, using the lavage of your toes that barely touch the ground.

Clavis' thigh is the perfect width to straddle and the perfect hardness to hump. Better than any pillow in the royal palace of Rhodolite. The many years spent on horseback shaped his legs to perfection, but the cushioning is still enough to not consider him boney - and frankly, you could stay right where you are forever, wasn't it for the pulsing, demanding arousal in your core. Even if you come out of tonight's naughty game with a self-indulgent orgasm only, you'd still consider yourself a winner.

"Ahhh…haha… if you're able to use them as a tool of pleasure, then maybe I can recognize the worth of my own thighs! Though, I have to remark, any arouse that comes to me now would be directly tied to the sight that you are right now, bunny."

"Mmm…that's not good… I need to hurry up and deprive you of that sight then if I want to prove anything."

Too lost in a heaven of your own making, you ride Clavis' tight, enjoying the undisturbed flow of pleasure that would otherwise be mercilessly cut off by his usual teasing - were his hands free in this moment, that's it. Setting the pace to your liking, going at it as fast as you want, you ride his thigh to your heart's content - or at least until the pleasure suddenly peaks and your body is overtaken by sweet convulsions. Clavis is not able to hold you throughout them like usual, nor to fuck you throughout them so the stars before your eyes become fireworks, but it's more than enough.

"Ah… I stained your pants, Clavis. Oops."

Still a little shaky, you lift yourself just enough to look at the place your dripping pussy was occupying just a second prior - now with two sets of eyes glued to it. The lustful haze in Clavis' gaze is more prominent now, after watching you get yourself off and not being able to lay a single finger on your form.

"I should take these off you, then."

Without the chance to be of much help, Clavis simply smiles sweetly at you as you remove his tight, cum-drenched trousers off his beautiful legs. One strand of hair too much is falling on his face now and he attempts to blow air in order to get it off his face, in a rather un-refined manner, making a hot wave rush over your body. You're totally not helping him with that if he's going to be so sexy about it, albeit irritated.

"I see that you're wearing your thigh suspenders again today."

"I do need them to keep my button-up shirt in place. Maintaining proper toilette etiquette is a part of being a model gentleman, after all."

 Running a single finger along the length of his thigh, from knee to where the fabric of his white shirt covers his warmed flesh, you hum in approval. He's always so dedicated to his looks yet he doesn't even consider how this of all things would seduce you.

Gradually, your index finger slips under the tight strap of his suspender.

You hook your finger underneath to tug it upwards as much as the elasticity of it would allow, and then release.

"Hnn-"

The impact couldn't have been that big, yet Clavis is noticeably hissing - perhaps not an indication of pain, but something else. Interested, you do the same to his other thigh, caressing both over and under the thin leather strap afterward. Slipping the tips of your fingers underneath just to enjoy how tightly it hugs the softness of Clavis' skin, you marvel at the sexiness of this otherwise uninteresting part of a gentleman's outfit.

Clavis' legs are restless despite your firm handling of them, indicating a certain impatience. Though he looked to be armed with lots of it, in the beginning. The stimuli are never close to his erogenous zones, yet the reaction is undeniable. There's even a hint of blush coloring his cheeks.

"Let's remove those, too…"

Gently, you unclip the suspenders from his shirt, taking your sweet time undoing the little buckles next. Clavis' muscles tense a little when your fingertips ghost all over the skin during your ministrations, but soon he's freed from the tight leather straps.

"Oh… there are red marks where the suspenders were…"

Curiously, you trace the reddened skin, trying to feel for the imprint lines they left on the surface. Moving on to the sides, your suspicions are confirmed as you smirk and see similar but fainter lines left by the ridges inside his trousers.

All these marks adorning his milky thighs, yet none of them belong to you.

Delicate as ever, your hands return to the top of his thighs, barely touching the skin beneath - until you angle the tips of your fingers to point downwards; press; drag down. Harshly.

"Nnh- darling- your nails-"

By the time you lift your hands, having arrived at his knees, there's evidence of where your nails grazed his skin - new marks bloom on him, lines just like the others, but those are left by none other than you. And he looks beautiful wearing them.

Your gaze lingers a little higher, and you gasp.

"Clavis, darling, are you hard?"

Looking down as if he needs to confirm the obvious, there's no trace of Clavis' usual grin. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and the way his shoulders roll, you're wondering if he's trying his restrains.

"Is it so shameful for one to feel aroused in the hands of their beloved?"

You chuckle at Clavis' words, laying your head on one of his parted legs, dangerously close to his cock that is now visibly tenting his underwear.

"Not at all. You've taught me to be honest with my desires, and I expect the same of you."

Standing up, you take note of the changes in your lover's face - and indeed, there's this hint of relief you were looking for. He thinks it's over, and that he took the damage needed in exchange for his freedom. He's wrong.

"I bet you want release?"

Following your every movement with half-lidded eyes, Clavis picks his words to reply to you carefully, you can tell. It's not until you're caressing the hair at the back of his neck gently, standing tall between his parted legs, that he finally speaks.

"I…yes."

You cease the caressing movements of your hand, instead tracing all the way across his jaw to his chin with your thumb, and over his beauty mark. The intensity of your stare is perhaps not as strong as you wish; you're softened by his beauty, by his desperation. You want to jerk him off to a satisfying culmination. You want to sit on his dick and ride him until he whimpers. Your sweet Clavis…

"Alright then, you'll get your release. Darling."

Getting your hands on the band of his underwear, you remove it in one inpatient movement, letting his cock free from its confines as it jumps in desperation. Hiking up the skirts of your dress again so they're gathered on your waist, you keep one hand steadily on Clavis' shoulder as you lower yourself, just a little. You feel his tip grazing the inside of your thigh, hot and needy, you swear you feel the faint wetness of the precome it leaks.

Carefully positioning your legs, you trap Clavis' cock between them. And you clasp your thighs.

"Ah-"

A moan of utter desperation, if you know one. But you'll need to hear more than that to make sure.

You find out the position works out even better than you figured it would, as you circle your hips. Clavis is practically unable to contribute to the lustful dance even if he wishes, with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The tiny trusts he tries to do from his pathetic position are barely doing anything, but you feel like they're more instinctual than tactic at this point. You feel his firm hardness fucking between your thighs, the pistoning glided by the slickness escaping your dripping cunt. You didn't realize how worked up you were.

Letting your skirts fall down like a veil, you find a much better job for your left hand as you find your clit under the clothing and rub down on it. For once you keep your voice down but not out of shame with Clavis' scandalous ministrations, but because you want to hear him - he's not much different than you, if not groaning louder. You can tell he's close.

"Come for me, Clavis…"

Without having to urge him on any further, by just maintaining your steady rocking back and forth with his cock squeezed thigh between your soaked thighs, you feel the telltale pulsation accompanied by low whispers of your name. Hot pumps of cum are expelled from his aching cock until they overflow and coat your thighs, and the filthiness of it all gives you a rush that culminates in an orgasm of your own; your legs nearly buckling under the intensity of the pleasure. It indeed feels like a victory.

There's nothing left to do but to claim his lap as your throne, once again. With hair falling over his eyes, breath unsteady and escaping heavy out of his agape and dry lips, and smirk completely wiped off his pretty face, your Clavis is a masterpiece. One that only you get to see, because you worked hard to produce.

And that's without even mentioning his erotic thighs that are now covered with the aftermath of both your orgasms, and with red marks of love still not faded from his skin.

At the end of his wits, Clavis raises his head with a strained smirk.

"You're going to be the end of me, my little bunny."

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Hunter Prince

As the youngest prince, I am often belittled, ridiculed, and scorned. My elder brothers, Haas and Rego, are exemplary warriors, while I, Prince Almir, am but a mere shadow in their presence. The king, too, has often expressed his disappointment in me, though he does so subtly, through concerned glances and exasperated sighs. One fateful day, a group of entertainers graced the castle with their presence, and amid their act, they unfolded a tale of Princess Naja, bewitched by an evil sorceress and earmarked for marriage to the fearsome wizard, Zarik. Her plight ignited a fire within me—the chance to prove my worth, not just to my family, but to myself. Stealing away from the castle, I embarked on a journey to rescue the fair Princess Naja.

Many trials beset me, but eventually, I arrived at the sorceress's tower, where Naja was imprisoned high above, seemingly out of reach. I approached Naja, hoping for her wisdom and guidance. Much to my surprise, she revealed her secret knowledge of the sorceress's books. She disclosed the conditions for my success: "Capture the black unicorn and fashion boots from its untamable hide; Slay the black wolf and forge a cape from its impenetrable fur; Snare the black falcon and equip your garments with its swift feathers." With Naja's aid, and a stolen magical ring from the sorceress, I would then transform into these creatures. As a falcon, I would soar into the tower, transform into a wolf to subdue the sorceress, and flee with Naja upon the back of the unicorn.

The challenges before me seemed insurmountable, but with cunning and skill, I succeeded in each task. The garments were fashioned, the magical ring obtained.

As a falcon, I soared into the sky, riding the winds as they carried me closer to the lofty prison where Naja awaited her liberation. My heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I approached the tower, ready to confront the sorceress and seize my chance to rescue the princess. "Naja, I'm here," I called out in a silent hum, the only sound that carried from my avian form. From the tower, her voice echoed back, laced with an urgency that spurred me onward. "Almir, be swift. Transform into the wolf when you arrive. We must act before the sorceress intervenes." My feathers ruffled with determination, and with a steely resolve, I executed the seamless transition into a formidable wolf. As I approached the tower, the door swung open with a gust of chilling wind, and I bounded forth to confront the sorceress. But as I advanced, ready to confront the wicked enchantress, the sight that greeted me struck with the force of a thunderbolt. It was not the sorceress who stood before me, but a figure much more imposing. It was the wizard Zarik, his eyes gleaming with power and malice. I snarled and attacked, but before I could even reach him, Zarik swiftly subdued me with a collar and muzzle.

Naja stepped forward with a sinister smile, holding the magical ring. "Oh, Almir," she said with false sweetness. "I knew you would be the perfect addition to our little family." Naja's laughter filled the tower, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You see, Almir, love can make one do many things. And my love for Zarik knows no bounds." She kissed Zarik and presented him with the magical ring. "This will be the perfect wedding gift for you, my dear." With a sinking feeling, I realized that the true love story was not between Princess Naja and I, but between her and the dark wizard Zarik. I desperately asked: "What is the meaning of this? Naja, I thought you were—" "Silence, Almir," Zarik commanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of dark power that sent shivers down my spine. "You will come with us, and you will learn the consequences of meddling in matters beyond your understanding." As I stood there, rendered helpless and captive, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had been tricked, betrayed, and now I was at the mercy of the very adversaries I had sought to thwart.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, Zarik's voice cut through the suffocating silence. "Almir, you are no longer who you once were. From now on, you shall be known as Hunter, my loyal companion." I blinked in confusion, my mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "Hunter? What do you mean?" Zarik's eyes held a chilling glint as he explained, "You possess remarkable potential, Hunter, and I will decide which form you will take—whether it is the unicorn for its speed, the wolf for its prowess in hunting, the falcon for its keen sight, or the human form for its cunning and intelligence." A dreadful realization dawned on me as the truth sank in. I was now at Zarik's mercy, bound to his will and stripped of my former identity. As Hunter, I had become a mere tool in the hands of a powerful wizard and a deceitful princess. Defeated and captive, I could only wonder what fate awaited me at the hands of the sorceress and the powerful wizard.

The days melded into an existence I had never fathomed, where loyalty was my only currency. Zarik, my captor turned master, reveled in his newfound "wedding gift," parading me like a prized possession. I accompanied him everywhere, adopting the form he desired, whether human, unicorn, wolf, or falcon.

His training was relentless, intended not just to hone my hunting skills, but to break my spirit. "Good, Hunter," Zarik murmured, as I successfully tracked our prey through the dense forest. "I see great potential in you." Potential for what? I often pondered, but all that escaped my lips, in any form, were feigned grunts of acquiescence. One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Zarik and I found ourselves in the great hall, partaking in a goblet of wine each. Naja appeared, cloaked in allure as always, her gaze flitting between us with a glimmer of malice. "Ah, Naja, my love," Zarik said, rising from his seat. "Have you come to admire our progress?" Naja's laugh echoed like silver bells, belying the darkness that swirled within her. "Indeed, Zarik. It's impressive how you've transformed Almir into such a useful companion." Useful? I snarled inwardly, my human form concealed by the boundary of silence I had resigned to. Zarik stepped closer to Naja, his eyes alight with fervor. "He has proven to be a valuable asset, indeed. His loyalty knows no bounds, just as yours." Naja's lips curled into a wry smirk, and I could almost taste the bitterness of my own plight. "Hunter, isn't it?" She addressed me as if I were naught but a hound. "Yes," Zarik affirmed with a glint in his eye, seeing his handiwork unfold. "His transformation is quite remarkable, wouldn't you agree?" I clenched my fists, hidden beneath the guise of human semblance, the wine in my goblet forgotten as their sinister exchange unfolded before me.

Naja approached, her ethereal beauty masking the venomous intent within. "Impressive, indeed," she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm as if I were no more than a weapon at their disposal. I recoiled internally, stifling the violent impulse to lash out. Trapped within my own facade, I could only endure their twisted charade. The moon ascended high into the night as the hour grew late. Zarik and Naja bid each other farewell, entwining in a passionate embrace, leaving me to my thoughts. However, their parting words, laced with veiled intentions, lingered in the air like a thick mist. As they departed, Naja spared me a glance, her gaze cutting through my facade with cruel clarity. "Be sure to join us on our special night, Hunter," she taunted. "After all, you are an essential part of our union." With that, the door closed behind them, leaving me to confront the turmoil churning within. I had become nothing more than a pawn in their treacherous design, a far cry from the prince I once was. The night crept on as I wrestled with the shackles that bound me, both physical and emotional. Eventually, the fateful hour arrived, cloaked in a darkness that mirrored the despair in my heart. I approached the grand chamber, the weight of my captivity bearing down upon me. The door creaked as I entered, my footsteps echoing through the chamber. Zarik and Naja reclined upon the grand bed, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glimmer. My presence, a silent reminder of their triumph, did nothing to dampen their unholy revelry. "Ah, Hunter," Zarik beckoned, his voice laced with a cruel edge. "Come, fulfill your duty as my loyal companion."

My stomach churned, repulsed by the spectacle before me, but even in my agony, I dared not defy their command. I assumed the form of the wolf and lay beside their bed, a silent sentinel on their unholy union. As the night waned, a haunting realization seeped into my very being—I had sacrificed not only my freedom, but also my dignity, on the altar of their dark desires. The weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me whole, and the hollow echoes of their laughter reverberated through the chamber, mocking my entrapment. In the depths of that chamber, I, the once proud Prince Almir, lay bound by chains unseen, ensnared in a web of cruelty spun by those I once sought to rescue. The night waned into dawn, casting an ethereal glow upon the shadows that enveloped me, and in that ephemeral light, a flicker of defiance kindled within me. Though my captivity had robbed me of many things, it could not extinguish the ember of resilience burning within. As the first light of dawn breached the horizon, I vowed to reclaim not just my freedom, but also the honor that had been callously stripped away. In the hushed embrace of that chamber, I plotted my emancipation from the clutches of their malevolent design, forging a resolve to defy their expectations and emerge from the darkness, a prince no longer in name alone, but in spirit and will.

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Darth Vader & Maximilian Veers

A collection of various tie-in source material about Darth Vader and Maximilian Veers, published through the years.

Star Wars Galaxy Guide #3 - The Empire Strikes Back (second edition) - 1996

[...] Veers might be the only living Imperial officer who doesn't share an all-consuming fear of Darth Vader. This is not a from a lack of respect for Vader. Rather, the two seem to respect one another, as Vader appreciates Veers' ruthless and cunning nature.

Side Trip, part 4 by Timothy Zahn - 1997

"One final suggestion, and then I suspect we must both be on our separate ways. I understand the general in command of the Executor’s ground forces resigned suddenly a month ago. I was able to watch the battle outside Thyne’s stronghold for a while as I waited to make sure the smugglers escaped; and in my opinion the Imperial officer in command is being wasted in a garrison assignment." "Your opinion carries considerable weight,” Vader said. “As I’m sure you know. The officer’s name?” “Colonel Veers,” Thrawn said. “From the level of his tactical skill, I’d also say he’s long overdue for a promotion. Perhaps his political connections within the command structure leave something to be desired.” “Political connections do not concern me,” Vader rumbled, stepping to the door. “I will see what I can do with this Colonel Veers. Thank you, Admiral.” “My pleasure, Lord Vader,” Thrawn said with a respectful tilt of his head. “One favor for another. Perhaps we’ll have the chance to work again together.””

STAR WARS FACT FILE #14 - 2014

The Sith Lord and his new general had a unique appreciation of each other's abilities. Vader knew Veers was utterly uninterested in personal advancement through the politics that crippled the Imperial Court, and so would remain completely loyal to the Empire. Veers in turn understood Vader's powerful abilities and command style, and appreciated both. General Veers was the only officer in the whole Death Squadron who was not afraid of Darth Vader

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Darth Vader had a personal hand in Veers' career and his rapid advancement to general. The two men had a mutual respect, and Vader had a high regard for Veers' ability. It was only natural that he would give him a key role in the assault on Echo Base.

Star Wars Insider #96 - 2007

Unlike Motti, Ozzel or Needa, Maximilian Veers had no need to fear Vader's wrath [...].

The Official Starships & Vehicles Collection #04 (DeAgostini) - 2009

VADER'S GENERAL As a reward for his daring, Veers was promoted to command the ground forces attached to Lord Vader's Death Squadron - a personal fleet groups engaged in hunting down the Rebel Alliance. As an example of the new, younger Imperial officer, he frequently clashed with the traditionalist Admiral Ozzel but Vader backed Veers each time [...].

Star Wars: On the Front Lines by Daniel Wallace - 2017

General Maximilian Veers A brilliant tactician, General Veers earned notice for his vocal and persistent advocacy for the increased use of AT-ATs in ground operations. Darth Vader respected Veers for his eerily calm demeanor under fire.

The Truest Duty by Christie Golden [From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back] - 2020

The Emperor’s right hand was the fearsome Darth Vader, the Dark Lord of the Sith; he of the unseen face, black armor, brilliant mind, and swift discipline. If the elite troopers aboard Vader’s flagship, the Executor, were known as Vader’s Fist, then Veers liked to think of himself as Vader’s Dagger: silent, elegant, and lethal.

[...]

At this moment, Veers was bringing unwelcome news to his master, but that did not trouble him. The amount of…attrition…at both higher and lower levels on the ship was troubling to some, terrifying to others. Fear had been beaten out of Veers quite some time ago, and he had no patience for it. It confounded him that others failed to grasp that the secret to promotion, respect, power, and a long life was very clear: Don’t fail Vader. Maximilian Veers never had. Because who would ever want to fail Lord Vader? And who could live with themselves if they did?

[...]

In his career, Veers had met many diplomats, leaders, generals, and royalty. Many were impressive; some intimidating. But no one had a presence like Lord Vader. He was a massive figure swathed in darkness; the very energy around him seeming to change upon his entrance: charged, elevated. And, always, the sound. Rhythmic, constant, it terrified those who were the object of the Dark Lord’s displeasure. Those ill-fated fools knew that sound would likely be the last thing they heard. Veers, however, found it calming. Steady. As unfaltering as Vader was, as he, Maximilian Veers, was. The Dark Lord was many things to Veers, but he was not a threat. Because Veers never failed him.

[...]

Veers was perfectly well aware that Darth Vader was not a god. On more than one occasion, while reporting to the Dark Lord when he was in his meditation chamber, Veers had caught a glimpse of Lord Vader donning his helm. There was only a man in there; one who had suffered horribly, whose skin was nothing but angry red scar tissue. He had bled, had burned; had felt agonizing pain. And he had endured. Veers did not know the man Darth Vader had been, before the helm and armor and glowing red lightsaber, but it did not matter to him. Darth Vader was who had been born from that unimaginable suffering. He was no stranger to violence or malice. And all Lord Vader demanded of those who served was respect, obedience, and success. It was so simple. And it was because of that simplicity that Veers had never failed him.

[...]

“What is it, General?” The deep, rich voice, smooth and calm save when it was even deeper with rage. Such a tone had never been directed toward Veers.

[...]

Blizzard Force was taking more casualties than expected, and this troubled Veers. They were his soldiers. His unit. They trusted him to lead. But he had also trusted them to follow. Follow, obey orders, die for the Empire if need be. For Lord Vader.

[...]

Thump. Thump. Thump. Fast, so fast. Sounds, dreamy, muffled, distorted. Water. Swimming in water. Weightless, at ease, warm. Ready to drift away. But no, no. That wasn’t right… The thumping grew faster, faster. Fear crept in, tendrils of darkness, wrapping around, squeezing—no, no, please— And then came the sound. Rhythmic, almost soothing, calming. Steady. As unfaltering as Lord Vader himself. Veers tried to say, My lord, then realized that the labored breathing he heard was his own. And as if the knowing of this suddenly made it real, pain such as he had never felt raced through him. The armor had protected him—hadn’t it? He opened his eyes—ah! bright, too bright—and where there had been darkness and softness and warmth and comfort, now there were colors and chaos and agony, so intense and powerful it was almost… pure. And cold. So, so cold… The strange sounds formed themselves into known things: words, his own heartbeat. “…pretty bad…Still alive…where are the medics…” Snow. I remember… “He’s awake!” It was TK-78…he could not remember the number. It was Lastok. He had removed his helm, against regulations. His face was bloody, but the trooper looked more worried about Veers. Why? Veers tried to ask, but no words came out. “General…General Veers! Sir, you’ve got to listen to me. Hang on, all right?” Lastok glanced away, looking around, then shouted, “Medic! It’s the general!” He waved, flagging someone down, then returned his attention to Veers. “Stay with us, sir. You’re going to be all right!” But Veers had heard fear and hope warring in a soldier’s voice before. He was not at all sure he was going to be all right. He was sufficiently aware to notice that the cold stopped at his midsection. His legs…were they just too cold for him to feel? Or… His armor should have shielded him from the cold, but he could not stop shivering. Could he move? Legs, arms…anything? “No, no. You can’t die, General!” Veers knew what Lastok was doing: trying to keep him from drifting away into a place where no medic would be able to help. He closed his eyes again. The softness, the comfort was calling to him again. Veers listened. “…Lord Vader!” The gibberish had once again formed into words Veers knew. Words that gripped him, dragged him back into this place of life, of anguish. Tears stung his eyes at the thought of how close he had come. Lastok was right to have reminded him of his truest duty. No. I must not fail Lord Vader. He stopped resisting the pain and welcomed it instead. As Vader would. As Vader must have once. His mind flashed to the glimpses of the man inside the helm. His lord had not just survived unbearable torment but used it to reshape himself. Become the stronger for the suffering. Each labored gulp of air sent excruciating stabs through his chest. He endured them. He heard the medics rush up, and knew it was safe to let go; they would catch him now. All was well. No, my lord. I shall never fail you. Ever.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Anything We Want (Sosuke Aizen x Arrancar! Reader x Gin Ichimaru)

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Fandom: Bleach

Warnings: threesome, finger sucking, finger licking, finger fucking, face fucking, fellatio, hair pulling, double stuffed, doggy style, cum eating, cum swallowing, throat fucking, 18+ content in general.

Rating: 18+

Summary: Since you were Aizen's most dedicated Arrancar follower, Aizen and Gin both knew you couldn't resist their offer.

Harmony: I have been thinking about how hot a threesome with Aizen and Gin would be. So, I decided to do it! You're welcome. Also the reader will be female presenting in this fanfic.

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You were a very intriguing specimen, not only that you were also one of Aizen's most trusted arrancar followers, You were swift, cunning and you performed every task at hand perfectly and gracefully. Some could argue that you were more trustful and loyal than Ulquiorra himself. Of course you never took to stride, you were just here trying to find a place in Las Noches since you refused to go and live in the barren wasteland you called Hueco Mundo.  You had seen too many horrors from there and living in Las Noches was like living in a fairytale compared to there. 

It wasn't just your usefulness that had interested Aizen, it was your beautifully unique looks and your loyalty that had also attracted him as well. Everytime you would bow to him and leave the room Aizen couldn't help but wonder… what if? 

Gin had also had the same thoughts about  you as well, the only difference was that Gin was more straightforward to his interest in you rather than Aizen. 

"My, My, y/n you look rather stunning this evening." 

It was awkward, hearing Gin's flattering words directed towards you. He knew how to make you blush, but soon after you began to react to his constant flirting, giggling at him.  

All Aizen could do is watch as the two of them banter,  hearing and watching you laugh as Gin flirted with you, you didn't know it but there was a change in atmosphere every time he witnessed the two of you like this. 

It was rather annoying, and he had to do something about it. 

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You bowed in front of Aizen, looking up at him afterwards, waiting for him to say something to you. 

"y/n."

"Yes, Lord Aizen?" 

Aizen stared down at you, his brown eyes were intense, you were becoming rather uncomfortable  with him staring at you like this. Did you do something wrong? 

"Do you enjoy being served under me?" He asked you bluntly, you were quite confused as to why he would ask a question like that so abruptly. He was never really the one to ask these kinds of questions to anyone, not even Ulquiorra. 

"Of course, you're a wonderful leader." You genuinely said to him, watching him smile down at you. 

"Is that so? How interesting." Aizen simply said to you, getting up from his throne and making his way towards you until he was only a couple feet away. 

His demeanor was intense, probably because he was your ruler and certainly not because of the strange feelings you get whenever you're around him. 

"Tell me, y/n." He leans into you, his hot breath fanning your ear as he whispers to you. "What do you think about my lieutenant, Gin Ichimaru?" Your eyes shot wide open, having flashbacks of Gin's constant flirting and you giggling at him. What can you say, he knows how to flatter you. 

"I expect my followers to answer me immediately,  I will say it again, what do  you think about lieutenant Gin Ichimaru?" His voice changed, sounding a bit more stern. You gulped, a blush formed on your face, you weren't exactly sure how to answer it yourself but you had to tell him something and quickly too. 

"I Think lieutenant Ichimaru is a kind man." You paused for a moment before adding something else, "He knows how to do his job.He also has interesting color hair and a very distinct smile." Aizen could only chuckle, taking one of hands and twirling your hair in his long, lengthy fingers. 

"Is that all? You don't have any unknown feelings for him?"

You tilted your head in confusion, how can you really understand what feelings are? You never really understood the concept of lust or attraction but you guess this would be closest to it. 

"I.. wouldn't say that I have feelings for him but he certainly is an attractive man." You admitted to him, watching his hand move from your hair to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb in circles which caused you to quiver, not use to this kind of feeling before. You knew there was a slight shift in demeanor, did he not like the answer you gave him? 

"You admit it, you like Ichimaru?" Aizen questioned you, clearly irritated. with your answer. This made you even more panicked, "I-i mean, it's not like that… I wouldn't say that I like him like him, he's attractive but you are also!" You covered your mouth with your own hands, embarrassed with what you just blurted out. 

Sosuke couldn't help but chuckle, before he could say anything. You heard another voice from across the throne room. 

"My my what an interesting little interaction I am witnessing." You both looked up, both pair of eyes meeting Gin's. He had his signature smile on his face, his movements smooth as he walked up to you both. Aizen simply frowned, glaring at his subordinate. 

"What do you want, Ichimaru?"

Gin could only chuckle, "I was just making my rounds around the castle, nothing to it. It's not like I overheard the very interesting conversation you two were having."  Gin stood on the other side of you, your back facing him.  He then places his hand on top of your head, patting it gently. You jumped slightly, completely uncomfortable about having two very attractive men being so close to you. 

"And what do you find so interesting about our conversation?" Aizen was not pleased, he almost seemed like he was jealous. 

"Oh you know, how you are trying to figure out if  y/n has any interest in me or not." Gin removed his hand from your head, creeping his fingers down to your neck and all the way down your back. You shivered at the sensation, your face turning pink, flustered by his intimate interactions. 

They both glared at each other, the tension between them was building up, it was clear that they both wanted you. 

You squirmed your way out from between them, taking a few steps back from them, the closeness was becoming suffocating and you had no idea how to handle all of this.  

"I-i think you both are very attractive men and I am flattered that you both like me but arguing isn't going to solve anything." You watch as the two men glanced at each other, their eyes then meeting you again.

"You're right." Aizen said to you, making his way towards you with Gin following suit. Aizen placed his hand on your cheek, staring into your eyes lovingly, while Gin stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder as he snickered at you. 

"Then to solve this problem we will both have to take you, here and now." Gin hummed into your ear, his breath tickling your ear,  your eyes widened as you figured out what they both actually mean. "You mean…all three of us together?"  They both nodded in unison. 

"That's correct, how do you think it will feel, the  both of us indulging  you?" Gin asked seductively, whispering in your ear, 

You blinked, astounded that they would offer something like this, it sounded almost bizzare. 

Aizen lifted your face by the chin, his chocolate brown eyes bore into yours, "Do you want to, darling?"  Your eyes widened at the nickname he gave you, no one ever called you anything like that before. If you had a heart you were sure it would be beating fast by now. 

"I-i don't mind at all…" You shyly admitted, your face as red as a tomato.

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Gin and Aizen both chuckled, transporting you into one of the extra's rooms that Las Noches has. Aizen and Gin both walked up to you, Gin standing behind you and Aizen facing you directly. 

"Now, shall we begin?" Aizen smiled down at you, you nodded your head, excited but also quite nervous. Aizen leaned in to kiss you on the lips sweetly, while Gin lean forward, leaving trails of tiny kisses  down your neck. You shivered in response, not used to the sudden feeling of lips onto your very cold skin. 

"You're so cold my dear," Gin said into your ear, chucking seductively into it.. You felt a sudden pinch on your bottom lip, not realizing that Aizen nipped at it, causing you to yipe in response, giving Aizen a chance to insert his tongue into your wet cavern, exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into his, suddenly enjoying the feeling of him dominating you with his lips and tongue. Gin then begin to nip at your neck, softly at first then harder as your moans begin to resonate throughout the room. The pain and pleasure that the two of them are causing made your pussy slowly becoming wetter, you were becoming more excited each moment they both touched you. 

 You begin to feel your clothing slowly slip off as Aizen disregard your shirt while Gin took care of your pants. You weren't completely exposed since you had a normal pair of bra and panties that were under your arrancar uniform, but still it was a little bit embarrassing to be this exposed to them. Still, they didn't care at all and neither would you. They begin to  kiss every inch of your exposed skin. It felt comforting and also erotic to you, feeling your cold skin slowly becoming warm with arousal.

You begin to whimper, your mind on overdrive from all the stimulation they were giving you. 

"You poor thing, you must be so touch starved." Aizen said to you, placing a hand on your cheek. Your eyes bore into Aizen chocolate eyes, you were hypnotized by them, but also Gin's flirting didn't help at all. "You don't need to worry, we will take care of you, every inch of you." Gin hummed, slithering his hand all the way down to your clothed nether region, his hand lightly patting you gently, then removing your panties to the side so he could insert his finger inside of you. Aizen begin to take a handful of your boob, gently cupping it into his hand, You leaned your head back, letting out a tiny gasp, this gave Gin the opportunity to bite your neck hard, leaving another hickey on your already adorned  neck.  Aizen didn't take heed as well, ripping your garment that was covering your breasts completely off of you, then immediatly leaning down to lick and nips at your already hardened nipples which sent shock waves throughout your body. 

You moaned out in pleasure, that was the only thing you could really do as they both began to work yourself up. Gin hummed innocently, inserting two fingers inside of you, the stretch felt amazing. "You're so wet for us, y/n. I bet you taste just as sweet as you look." Gin said to you seductively, taking one of his arousal covered fingers and licking them clean. "I was right, you taste divine, now how about you have a taste yourself?" Gin took his other coated finger, placing it in front of your lips. You were hesitant, should you really be tasting your own arousal? It seemed a bit…odd. Aizen looked up now completely intrigued. "Yes, I think it would be a wonderful idea, be a dear do that just for us.." Aizen ordered you. You were still a bit nervous of doing it but you were expected to do it because  orders were orders. You stick out your pink tongue in front of Gin's finger, first taking a tiny lick, then you begin to slowly swirl your tongue around it, taking his fingers completely in your mouth, sucking the arousal completely off his fingers. "Good girl." They both said in unison. 

"You look so sexy, cleaning my fingers. What would be hotter is if you're fully exposed to us." Gin then slid your panties all the way down your legs and onto the floor. It was awkward, but you couldn't deny how much you enjoyed the look of interest in their eyes. "You would  look perfect if you got down on your knees for us." Gin ordered you, as Aizen nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's right, get down on your knees for us."  Aizen had ordered you, his voice was sweet and silky, which made it easier for you to oblige. You did as you were told, looking up at Aizen, waiting for his next order.  Gin, now standing in front of you and right next to Aizen grinned down at you, "You look so gorgeous like this, down on your knees for us." Aizen said to you, leaning down to gently touch your cheek. 

You leaned into his touch, feeling some kind of warmth in your empty chest. What could this feeling actually be? You weren't sure but if Aizen and Gin wanted to provide more of it then you wouldn't mind at all. " Do you trust us with everything in your being?" Aizen asked you, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded your head, you would do anything to please them both that's what arrancars actually do. "That's wonderful to hear, what we are going to do next will be a bit uncomfortable but just try to relax and remember to trust the both of us." Aizen's voice was soothing and comforting, you weren't exactly sure what they both had in mind but you promised them both that you were willing to give them all of your trust.  "Now come over here." Gin ordered you, taking his index finger and motioning you over to the bed. You started to stand back up, until Aizen placed his hands on your shoulder, keeping you in place. "Good girls stay on their hands and knees.  You need to crawl over to Gin, this shows that you are dedicated to the both of us." You nodded your head,"Yes, Sir." You said to him, you didn't notice but those words made Aizen's erection grow. You  leaned forward so you were back on  your all fours, crawling over to Gin who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving your naked form.

 It never showed but both of them really enjoyed the view. 

"Good girl, now unzip my pants and unsheathe me." Gin ordered you, his foxy smile never leaving his face as he watched you,   you didn't question it as you unzip them, ignoring the intense stares from both of the men. Your eyes widened as you watched Gin's length sprung to life. It was long, thick, and hard just for you. "You look so intrigued, why don't you touch it?" Gin hummed, smiling wide at you. You had no idea how to react to this, you had never seen anything like it before and you weren't sure how to correctly touch it. "Go on, do as Ichimaru says and touch it. Make sure you grip it tight and pump your hand up and down to pleasure him. If you do it then I will give you a reward as well." Aizen had encouraged you, but the words sounded very stern and dominating. You nodded and hesitantly gripped Gin's lengthy cock, slowly pumping up and down. You heard a slight gasp escaping gin's lips as you slowly pumped it, "Don't be shy my dear, grip me tighter and go faster." Gin said to you, you tighten your fingers around his length moving your hands up and down, you could feel his cock getting harder with each touch, pre-cum now leaking from it. "Why don't you have a taste?" Ichimaru said, referring to pre-cum that was leaking down his shaft. You leaned forward, taking out your tongue and slowly licking the tip to clean off Gin's cock, enjoying the taste of his essence. "Good girl, slowly take him with your mouth." Aizen ordered, his hands creeping down to your wet arousal, rubbing the outside of your lips. You begin to tense up at the sudden sensation of Aizen's warm hand down there. "Be careful, do not use your teeth, if you do you will be punished." Gin said to you sternly, he did not look amused one bit, quite annoyed. You wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking on it gently. You begin to breathe through your noise heavily, you wanted to moan out loud as Aizen inserted another finger into you. He begins to expertly play your clit, making sure to change the speed from fast to slow.  You had to remember, do not bite his cock and breathe through your nose. You bob your head faster, sucking on Gin's cock harder.

 You were sucking on his cock like your life was dependent on it, but your mind couldn't just focus on him, you busy trying so hard not to moan out with pleasure as Aizen pleasured your hungry cunt, with his long, expert fingers. You were leaking with arousal and the scent was all over the room. Your eyes scrunch up from the intense pleasure from Aizen. You were a bit too distracted right now, your movements from Gin's cock started to slow down. "Tsk tsk seems like you are too distracted by Sosuke pleasuring you. I guess i will have to take matters in my own hands." Gin gripped the back of your hair, harshly pulling on your hair. You moaned out in pleasure, a huge trail of drool dripping from your mouth all the way down the floor. Your whimpers were loud as Aizen continued to ruthlessly pleasure you. the pace of his fingers never seized, by now there were three of them inside of you and he angeled it to where his fingers hit your g-spot. Right before you could moan again Gin stood up and quickly shoved his cock right back into your mouth, pulling on your hair hard as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Tears begin to form on your lips as he relentlessly fucked your face, not caring how hard he was doing it. "I can't let you have all of the fun." Aizen said smoothly, removing his aroused cover and from inside of you,  licking your arousal clean from his fingers. He then unzips his pants and pulls them down as well, his cock springing out from it, hard, and pre-cum already leaking from the tip.  He then carefully shoved himself inside of your empty aching hole, your muffled moans were almost inaudible but you were moaning so loud from pleasure and overstimulation. Everything was so cloudy as you were being ruthlessly filled from both ends, a whole sympathy of sex echoed throughout the room, you were helpless, but it was something very erotic being used just like this that made you so wet and yearn for more. "You're such a good girl taking both of us so well, letting us use you how we please." Gin's compliment was very flattering, which caused you to to unintentionally clench around Aizen's cock.

 Aizen moaned out in pleasure, he then began to thrust deeper inside of your wet cavern, grabbing onto your waist tightly. Your muffled moans echoed out as both men roughly fucked you from the front and the back of you. You can feel the erotic ache that was building inside you grow, you were getting to your climax which was clearly apparent as your arousal started to drip profusely around Aizen thick member. The same goes from the saliva that was dripping down from your mouth all the way down to your chin and onto the floor below you. Gin pulled your hair tightly, his thrusts becoming very sloppy as he was about to cum along with Aizen who's thrusts were almost as sloppy as Gin's. You can feel both cocks throbbing profusely inside of you, their hands gripping tightly around you as both came inside of your occupied holes. The Taste of Gin's cum and the warmness of Aizen's felt so euphoric you came right after the two, causing you to squirt all over Aizen's cock and all over the floor. The aftershocks hit you as Aizen pounded into you hard,  loving the feeling of your wetness all over him. Gin shoved your head farther down your throat making sure you take every last drop of his cum. After everything was finished and muffled your cries of pleasure had seized, Both men carefully removed themselves from you.  Now you laid there, tired, wet and limp. Gin crouched down to the floor so he could get a good look at your fuckout face, which looked beautiful on you. "My my you certainly took everything so well,  I am quite pleased." Aizen, now standing right next to Gin in front of your form nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are right, you certainly are a special little servant." Aizen bent down to gently pat you on the head, the feeling of his warm hand felt comforting and you never wanted his hand to leave you.

"We will have to do this again another time, I'm sure that you won't mind that." You looked up at both of the men who were both staring down at you, looking at you expectantly. You slowly nodded your head. 

Because somehow you didn't hate having this experience afterall.

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