#when chilchuck had to pull everyone back >>>>>

[cherrybeetle]

look how pretty marcille is in this episode im obsessed . LOOK AT HER

[neo--queen--serenity]

This episode really highlighted how close Marcille, Laios, and Chilchuck actually are.

The viewer is used to seeing our main characters behave like coworkers up to this point—even friends—and they express normal, understandable levels of concern and fear when their other party members are in danger. But when the nightmare attacked Marcille, it brought out sides of Laios and Chilchuck that the viewer hadn’t seen before.

Laios immediately notices when something is wrong with Marcille, and he tells the others as soon as he’s sure of the problem. Chilchuck and Senshi then follow Laios’ lead as it becomes clear that he intends to make her get some rest.

We see Chilchuck’s hands lay out the bedroll and Senshi’s hands set up the pillow, working in almost perfect tandem as Laios physically wrangles Marcille into bed.

Senshi is in a similar perspective as the viewer, and mostly sits and watches the ordeal unfold. He doesn’t have a shared history, like these three do, so he helps in little ways, but mostly waits on standby for direction.

From here on out, it’s mostly Laios and Chilchuck who take over in planning how to help her.

It’s uncommon for Chilchuck to openly show such distress and worry for one of his party members. He’s used to Marcille being able to defend herself; he’s used to her being capable and strong. He immediately defers to Laios for instruction, (rightly) assuming he will know what to do.

This actually produces a reaction close to real fear from Chilchuck, who outright SMACKS her in a panic to wake her up before getting any further information.

Laios has to quickly stop him, explaining that he could truly hurt her if he interrupts the attack this way. He tells them how he’s going to wake her, and he doesn’t hesitate. He jumps straight in, explaining what he’s doing for the others so that they (Chilchuck) won’t be afraid.

Chilchuck doesn’t question him once. He just does what he can to hurry along the process. He tucks Laios in with his blanket as soon as he lays onto Marcille—an unnecessary action that betrays how much he cares for both of them.

And Laios succeeds in helping Marcille out of the nightmare’s grasp. While trapped in her mind, he reassures her, protects her, tells her how much she’s valued and appreciated. He isn’t embarrassed or sheepish about it, either; he openly declares these things like it’s the most normal and obvious thing in the world.

He gets her out, he saves her. He did the exact thing he set out to do, even though he’d never done it before, and only had Falin’s secondhand information to work with.

Once he wakes, Chilchuck immediately checks on him to see if he’s alright. Chilchuck is clearly still rattled, displeased with having to wait while both of his close friends were unconscious, fighting a battle neither he nor Senshi could see or help with.

Marcille wakes up shortly after Laios, but Chilchuck is still on edge, worrying that she’ll fall back asleep. Laios, too, has a moment of alarm when he makes sure she won’t close her eyes again.

Once he takes the subdued nightmares out of Marcille’s pillow, only then do Laios and Chilchuck relax.

Laios, for his part, remained calm and collected almost the entire time. He did not show panic or fear when it became clear that Marcille was being attacked, nor when he told the rest of the party what he’d be doing to help her. And once the nightmares had been collected from her bedroll, he gently explained what happened, to everyone else’s horror.

Seeing this, it’s not a huge surprise that the Touden party is so successful. We’ve seen Laios handle danger with a level head; we know he’s capable.

But it’s an entirely different kind of talent to face a threat that’s targeting one of your closest friends—which can make even the most competent fighter sloppy out of fear of losing them—one that requires a high-risk, specific rescue style that none of you have ever tried before. And then pull it off flawlessly. Like damn, these guys are lucky to have him.

[osalotte]

Biological Sleep Aide! (Laios x reader)

aka the sub virgin laios blowjob fic that i have spent an atrocious amount of time on...

MINORS DNI

WC: 5.9k

CONTENTS: NSFW, laios being a d1 yapper, blowjobs, sub laios, inexperienced + virgin laios, a few moments of insecure laios, CANON COMPLIANT SOFT TUMMY LAIOS!!!, party member readr with an unspecified class, gn reader with experience, reader's genitalia not described, soft dom reader, sex with so so many feelings, soft intimacy, pining, lots of setup/plot, gratuitous foreplay, nipple play, visceral imagery of giving head, explicit consent, laios is so down bad it’s embarrassing, semi-ambiguous ending

if this gets enough attention i'll publish a sequel <3

You weren’t quite sure what woke you up; perhaps a sound from down the hall, or a change in the temperature of the air, or Senshi’s foghorn snoring. Either way, you fluttered your eyes awake, blinking at the crumbling gray stone of the dungeon’s ceiling.

You pulled yourself up from your bedroll, sighing but being careful to not make any noise. You let your eyes adjust to the low light and the faint glow of the magic fire Marcille had set up before you went to bed. Internally, you did a head count, and it seemed that everyone was deep in slumber. Senshi, Marcille, Chilchuck….

Your breath caught, eyes stopping at the sight of Laois’ empty bedroll. It was mussed, so he had definitely settled in earlier, but the man himself was nowhere in sight.

You cocked your head, leaning against your hand in thought. Should you be worried? No, he was probably just gone to use the bathroom. It’d be kind of weird if you walked in on him mid-piss. And if that did happen, you couldn’t decide whether Laios would be mortified beyond comprehension or concerningly underwhelmed.

The corners of your mouth quirked up as you thought about the group’s sweet—if not a bit odd—leader.

Okay. I’ll wait a few more minutes, and if he isn’t back, I’ll take a walk around, you decided. The last thing you’d want is to have Laios in some sort of trouble with no one to help out.

So, you sat there and waited, growing more awake by the minute. Still no Laios. 

After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, you pulled yourself up from your bedroll and crept past your sleeping party members, careful to not disturb them. You peeked into a few of the empty rooms near where you’d set up camp—nothing. It wasn’t until you got to the cavern with the underground pond that you found him.

Laios’ back was to you, his form barely illuminated by the blue glow of the water. He was bereft of his heavy plated armor, clothed only in his threadbear linen sleepwear. You couldn’t see his face, but he was eerily still as he sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, and you just knew he was staring into it with his mind a million miles away. For such a large man, when he was all curled up like that, he looked remarkably small.

“Couldn’t sleep, eh?”

He startled and whipped around at your words, but immediately relaxed upon seeing it was you. His eyes wandered back to the water, but he didn’t turn away from you. 

“Yeah. I guess you could say that,” he murmured.

You took a step forward. “Mind if I join you?”

“...Please.”

You eased yourself down to sit down right next to him as you now both faced the pond. Your eyes were on him, and his eyes were still on the water and far, far away. His irises were usually a pretty, soft honey yellow (which you definitely didn’t think about every time you made eye contact), but his pupils were blown wide with the low light, and the only color you could see was tinted turquoise by the underground pond’s light. 

You gently nudged his shoulder with your own, which seemed to pull him back to reality for a second. 

“How long have you been up?” You asked.

He tilted his head in thought. “Probably like… an hour? By now, at least.”

“An hour?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “Jeez, if Senshi finds out our fearless leader isn’t getting his proper rest, you’ll be the next meal.”

Laios snorted and cracked a smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

You leaned in even further to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Promise.”

“Thanks.”

You sat there like that for a moment, in comfortable silence before you spoke up again: “What’s on your mind?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. A lot of stuff, I guess. Falin, mostly. But then there’s, y’know, everything else, what we’re gonna do moving forward….” He shook his head and curled in on himself. “I want to lead us to success, but sometimes it’s just…”

“A lot?” You finished his sentence where he trailed off, and he nodded. 

“Yeah. Pretty much.” 

“Well,” you leaned back, “I, for one, think you’re doing a wonderful job. We didn’t exactly get dealt a winning hand. You’re doing great with what you have.”

He seemed to genuinely smile at your words, and his eyes went soft. “Thanks. That…. Really does mean a lot. Coming from you, especially.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Any fool could cast a few spells and throw a few knives. I’m nothing special.”

“That’s not true!” He blurted out. He seemed surprised by his own outburst, and reeled himself back in. “I mean, you’re, like, super cool. And powerful! You have all of these different skills combined into one, like… Like a basilisk! But, like, a nice one that doesn’t try to kill us.”

You snorted. “Wow, and here I thought I was at least manticore level.”

“That too! Really, any chimera-type monster could apply…,” he began rambling on about the different types of chimeras and how they mix their various abilities together, and you just sat and listened, smiling softly. After he had winded himself from his monster-talk, the two of you fell back into a comfortable silence.

“Feeling sleepy yet?” You asked.

Laios shrugged, laying his chin on his hands. “No more than I was an hour ago.”

You chewed your bottom lip, furrowing your brows in thought. Should you say this? “Well…,” you started. “Y’know what always helps me get to sleep after a stressful day?”

He perked up, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “What?”

“An orgasm.”

Laios blinked at you. Once. Twice. Then his face went beet red and he whipped his head around to avoid eye contact with you, choking on air. You barked out a laugh.

“What? I’m being serious,” you continued between giggles. “Orgasms are clinically proven to help you sleep better.”

You couldn’t see his face from him being turned away, but the tips of his ears were bright red. “Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense, but…”

“C’mon,” you crooned. “We’re both adults here, Laios. There’s no shame. Be honest, when was the last time you masturbated?”

He thought for a moment, scratching his head. He still wouldn’t look at you. “Um… Probably back I was on the surface…?”

“A whole week ago?” 

“No, before that,” he corrected. “The trip from three- no, four weeks ago. Or was it before that….”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Over a month?”

He shrugged sheepishly. At this point, he had at least turned back around to face you, but he still had trouble meeting your gaze. “Well, with everything going on I’ve been pretty busy. Any time I get a break, I’m just so tired or hungry it doesn’t even cross my mind. And it’s not like I can sneak away or anything.”

“You haven’t even tried?” You pressed. He shook his head. “Wow. You must be pretty pent up, then.”

He simply shrugged again, fidgeting with a pebble he’d picked up somewhere and looking anywhere but you. “I-I mean, it’s not really a big deal…”

“Y’know, masturbation is a form of self care,” you said. “It’s healthy. Helps maintain your hormones, bodily functions, and releases stress. For someone so big on keeping your body healthy, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long.”

“I guess,” he mumbled. He risked a glance at you before quickly dropping his eyes to his hands once more. “It’s…. actually pretty cool how knowledgeable you are about all of this.”

“Oh, trust me, I know my stuff.” You shot him a wink, and you could’ve sworn you heard him gulp. Before you could stop yourself, the words came out; “I could help you if you’d like.”

He froze, looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “...Huh?”

Welp, in for a penny, in for a pound. “You know, like, give you a hand,” you explained. “Or mouth. Whichever you’d prefer, really.”

He took a moment to process your words, but when he did, he went back to blushing cherry red. “Y-you mean, like….”

“Give you an orgasm,” you said. “I mean, only if you’d want to. If you don’t, just say the word, and we can forget I even asked.” 

You paused, waiting for him to follow up with a “no,” but he just sat in silence, eyes trained on the pond and ears practically steaming.

“Or,” you continued carefully, “you could say yes, in which case I’d be happy to help. More than, even.”

“Really?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Once again, it’s all up to you,” you reassured. “Just thought I’d offer.”

Finally, he looked you in the eye, almost like he was searching for something. “Why?”

You opened your mouth to answer, then closed it again. Why were you offering?

“It’s like a favor from a friend,” you decided. “You need to get to sleep, I want to take your pants off… A win-win, really.”

He buried his face in his hands, shrinking in on himself like a hermit crab into its shell. He mumbled something, but you couldn’t understand it, so you asked him to repeat himself.

“....Y-yeah. I, um, want to,” he squeaked. “I-I mean, if you want to-”

“I literally just offered.”

He swallowed. “Right. Um. Yes.” He looked around the room, still determined to not make eye contact with you. It was silent for a moment. “Uh...How should we…?”

“Go into a different room, probably,” you said, standing up. “This one’s pretty echoey. A little too conspicuous.”

He stood up as well, and you could’ve sworn you saw a tremor in his legs. “Oh. Yeah. Probably.”

You tilted your head towards the door. “Here, come with me.”

You took him to one of the side rooms you’d poked in earlier. No windows, one door that locks…. Perfect. You took his hand, gently tugging him into the room and closing the door behind you. You muttered a quick incantation under your breath, and a few dimly glowing orbs of light appeared above you. Not enough to light up the room, but enough so that you could at least see your hand in front of your face.

Laios fidgeted where he stood. “Where should I….?”

“You could sit on that chest over there. Wait, actually I’d prefer you on the ground,”  you said. “Better for my knees. Too bad we don’t have pillows… But, you could probably lean against those burlap sacks in that corner there. ”

He nodded excitedly, but didn’t move. You tilted your head at him. He seemed to realize himself, and hurriedly trotted over to sit in the corner with the burlap sacks. You followed eagerly on his trail, chuckling under your breath.

“Sorry,” he fumbled, clearly trembling as he sat himself down. “I’ve, uh, never done this before.”

You snorted, sitting down in front of him. “What, never gotten a blowjob in a dungeon? I hear it’s all the rage these days.”

He offered a wobbly smile and a chuckle. “No, like, um… I haven’t done…” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, trailing off.

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

“Like, anything like this.”

You blinked at him, confused by his words, but then froze as it clicked in your head.

“You’re a virgin?” You blurted out, much louder than you intended to and you smacked your hands over your mouth. Laios looked like a deer in headlights, unsure if he should be mortified or not. You quickly recovered. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it. Um, how old are you, again?”

“26,” he said. He tilted his head at you like a puppy, eyes big and innocent. “Why? Is that weird?”

“No, no, of course not,” you reassured. “Just, um… Do you still want to do this? You can back out. I won’t be offended.”

“I-I want to.” He sat up straight and responded so quickly he almost tripped on his words. “I do. If you’re still okay with it.”

You took a deep breath before giving him a soft smile. “Yes. I definitely am.”

“Oh, that’s good… I didn’t want it to be weird if- oomf!” You pushed him against the burlap sacks, caging him in with your body as you moved to straddle his lap. Your face got very close to his face very fast and Laios was not expecting it. Then again, he certainly wasn’t complaining. He looked up at you, eyes wide and cheeks red. 

“You ever kissed anyone before?” You asked, sultry voice just above a murmur, searching in his eyes. 

“Uh… Y-yeah,” he said. He kept making eye contact, then looking away. “Only, like, twice, though.”

Oh, so we were really starting from scratch, you thought to yourself, saying nothing. You saw him grow a little anxious at your lack of immediate response and quickly followed up, “That’s alright. I was just curious.”

“Y-yeah, it was like-” your hands slithered up his neck to tenderly cup his jaw, “-two years ago, or something-” you leaned in, lips just inches away from his, “-and, um….”

He trailed off with a shaky exhale of air that you felt against your lips, and you took that as your cue to go in.

You kissed him, and he immediately froze up, not knowing what to do. When your lips started moving, he was clumsy, painfully out of sync. He really hadn’t done this before. After a few seconds of testing the waters, you pulled away, but not too far. He leaned his head in a bit, as if trying to follow you.

He blinked slowly, eyes so blown out that his iris was little more than a thin ring around black pupils. “What are you doing…?”

“Kissing you,” you stated. “Y’know, like, foreplay.” He tilted his head and gave you a quizzical look, so you elaborated, “It’s kind of like a sex warm-up….? Y’know, to get you going so you don’t have to jump right in.”

“Oh. Yeah. I-I guess that makes sense….”

You grinned at him before diving in to steal another kiss. You made this one sensual, gratuitous, trying to guide his lips into a comfortable rhythm with yours. You felt his large body go slack against yours, melting into the kiss. You had one hand on the back of his head and the other on his big, warm chest, and it was painfully obvious he had no clue what to do with his arms.

“Here,” you giggled against his lips, and guided his hands to a comfortable spot. One on your side, just below your chest, and the other on your ass. “You can touch me.”

“O-okay,” he squeaked. 

You kissed him for a third time, this time with a little more fervor. You slipped your tongue in here and there, experimenting and seeing what he’d do with it. He gave your butt a tentative squeeze, and you grinned against his lips. With every movement, Laios seemed to loosen up; becoming more comfortable, even eager.

He pressed his mouth hard into you—a bit too hard, teeth clanking together—and you had to tug him back with your hands gripping tight at the hair on the back of his neck and he gasped. You didn’t let up, giving a few more soft kisses as an apology before pulling away once more.

“Wow,” he whispered, eyes half open and lips still parted, grinning in a stunned sort of bliss. “You’re really good at this.”

You shrugged. “Call it experience, I guess.”

“Mm….,” he hummed, only half-hearing your words. Laios’ eyes trailed down to your lips, beginning to lean in once more. You obliged and gave him a small peck on the lips before pulling away. He made a sound of confusion before you moved to the corner of his lips, then his cheek, then his jaw, then finally began kissing his neck.

“Oh. Oh wow,” he breathed shakily, big hands floating up to grip into your sides and hips as if to keep himself grounded. You couldn’t see him, but you could imagine his expression to be one of shocked, open-mouthed delight. 

You mouthed your way up to the spot below his ear, sucking what you hoped would end up to be dark purple hickeys the next morning. He tasted like sweat and skin and you relished in every bite.

“Hah….,” he moaned, more breath than actual voice, holding onto you for dear life. You nibbled at his earlobe and he tensed before a full-on shudder wracked his body. He instinctively pulled you in tight against him with his strong arms, like he wanted to be as close to you as physically possible. He was exceptionally sensitive—not necessarily surprising, given his inexperience, but either way it sent a little thrill of anticipation up your spine.

You’d been feeling his growing arousal under you, but at this point it was poking against your inner thigh from your position straddling him. You pressed into it slightly and he yelped, flinching into you.

“That’s-“ he gave a sharp inhale followed by a shaking moan as you bit down into the thick cord of muscle that leads to his shoulder, simultaneously grinding harder against the tent in his pants. He jolted in surprise, but it was followed closely by a shiver of pleasure as he squeezed his legs together. “-that feels—ngh—really good.”

You pulled away. He was panting fully now, just as hot and worked up as he got after an intense bout of combat. But unlike the heat of battle, this scene was softer, more gentle, malleable, intimate. He looked utterly blissed out, huffing and puffing with red cheeks and unfocused eyes, and you hadn’t taken off a single layer of clothing. You could see the twitching bulge in his pants, a small wet spot appearing at its peak. You fought back a grin. So excitable.

Your hands trailed along the collar of his linen shirt, fiddling with the strings. “Can we take this off?”

He blinked at you, taking a moment to process your words, but he snapped to attention once he realized what you meant.

“Oh- Oh! Um, yeah, of course. Let me just….” He reached up to untie his laces, and you scooted back on his legs to allow him room to pull his shirt up and over his head, leaving his upper half completely bare. 

You’d already had a pretty good idea of his physique given that his thin shirt did little to hide it, but he was a glorious sight to behold now. His large frame littered with scars, his huge muscles bulging out but not necessarily chiseled as they lay under a healthy layer of fat, the slight squish of his tummy that spilled a little over his waistband, and golden chest hair trailing all the way down into his pants.

You must’ve been staring a bit too long, because Laios shifted and moved to cross his arms over his chest, self-conscious.

“Uh, am I- Is this okay…?” He gulped. 

“Oh god, sorry, yes,” you rushed to get the words out. “It’s just- you’re, like, gorgeous. Got distracted.”

If he hadn’t been completely red in the face already, you were sure he would have blushed to infinity. He curled in on himself.

“I usually don’t care how I look that much, but…” he murmured. “It’s weird. I don’t know why I feel so…. shy.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” you said, reaching up to tenderly sweep his hair back before sliding down to cup his face. “You can put it back on, if you want. But I am certainly enjoying the view.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Thanks…. You’re- you also look really, um, good…”

“Here, I’ll join you,” you said. You made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head and you heard Laios gasp. 

“Wow,” he whispered as his eyes raked up and down your body in wonder.

“Could I have this?” You tugged at the shirt he still held in his hand, and he willingly gave it to you, still starstruck by your half-naked form. “Lean forward a bit here.”

Obedient as a dog, he followed your instructions and leaned into you, not thinking twice. His skin felt hot and a little damp against yours, his face pressed against your shoulder. You reached around him to fluff the shirt out flat a little bit before tucking it between his back and the burlap sacks as a makeshift blanket.

“Should be a little more comfortable,” you said, tucking in the edges so it wouldn’t slip too much. “Don’t wanna scratch up your back. Yet, at least.”

Completely oblivious to your innuendo, he was looking at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the sky. “You really know what you’re doing, huh?”

You shrugged. “Don’t think too much about it, ‘kay? I just want you to be comfortable.”

You pushed back on his shoulder slightly and, obedient as ever, he laid back down against the now-covered burlap sacks. His arms had slipped down to lay at his sides. He stared at you, eagerly awaiting your next instruction.

You ran your hands down his neck and across his chest, nails raking through the wiry hair and over his nipples, tenderly admiring his build. His muscles twitched with each brush of your fingers, hands creeping up to grip your thighs. 

You leaned forward, diving in to leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck and down his chest. He shivered and gripped your thighs tighter. You paused once you reached his sternum and looked up at him.

“Do you like having your nipples played with?” 

He froze at your question. “Um, I-I’m not really sure.”

Virgin. Right, you reminded yourself internally.

“Well,” you continued, “let me know if this feels good, okay? It’s not for everyone, but they have a lot of nerve endings, and can be big erogenous zones for some people.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of tha- eep!” He tensed up like he was struck with a live wire as you closed your mouth around his nipple. He bit back a groan as you swirled your tongue around, sucking softly. His cock jumped, and you could feel the wetness from his tip seeping through his pants as it brushed against your bare stomach.

“I—ah—didn’t even know you could do this,” he stuttered, hands having since moved their vice-grips to your upper back as you continued to lavish his chest in attention, moving to the other nipple. “I- I mean biologically it makes s—hah—sense since in mammals, the chest a-and specifically nipples are considered a secondary s—hn—sexual organ…”

“But does it feel good?” you asked, slightly muffled as you switched between speaking and sucking on his chest. 

“I- I think so—!“ His voice cut off with a sharp gasp as you suddenly sank in your teeth around his nipple before sucking hard and rolling the little bud in your mouth. “It’s- it’s kinda weird but—hah—kinda good….?”

You pulled off of his chest with a wet pop and grinned up at him devilishly. “Enjoying yourself, Laios?”

“Yeah,” he panted. His eyes were half-lidded, mouth parted as he caught his breath, flushed all the way to his ears. He somehow looked worked up to the point of combustion but soft and innocent at the same time. “This is….. Wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.” You were sure you couldn’t hide how pleased you were with yourself, looking like the cat who got the cream. His eyes were so full of wonder, and you couldn’t help but pull yourself back up to kiss him silly, repositioning yourself so that one of your legs was slotted in between his.

You pressed your body hard into his, and his arms snaked around your waist, a single big hand going down to shyly squeeze your butt. You giggled and brought up your finger to trace tight little circles around his nipples, still slippery with saliva, and he shuddered and gasped against you. 

You pulled your thigh forward to press hard against his cock, twitching and leaky as it begged to be released from its confines. The tortured sound Laios let out against your lips made you want to devour him whole. 

“You’re doing so well, Laios,” you whispered in between kisses. He whined and his cock jumped excitedly. Interesting. “So, so good for me.” You pressed your thigh down harder-

“Wait—ngh!—wait stop-“ he yelped. You immediately halted your actions, pulling away, but Laios pulled you right back into him, refusing to let you move away.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked, gently stroking his arms, suddenly very concerned. 

He was shivering violently, and pressed even harder into you. “Nothing,” he gasped, struggling to form words. “I just- I thought I was gonna cum….”

You grinned devilishly, a new light in your eye. You pressed your thigh into his raging hard-on once again and he keened, burying his face into your neck.

“Wait! Be careful, I-I can feel it….,” his words tapered off into a broken cry, open-mouthed against your shoulder. Mercifully, you let up, and Laios let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Let’s move on to the main event, shall we?” You cooed, worming your way out of his hold so you could lower yourself onto the ground.

He looked confused for a moment, as if he’d forgotten you’d planned on sucking him off in the first place, but then his eyes widened and he choked on air. “Oh- Yeah. Yes.” He gulped “Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you purred. You kissed your way down his torso, his curly chest hair tickling your nose as you went. You reached his pants, pressing a messy kiss on his tummy just above his waistband. He shuddered. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands—trembling as they were—awkwardly holding them above his lap. 

You looked up at him, his shivering form and nervous expression, droplets of sweat beading at his forehead despite the chill of the dungeon. He was so close already, and honestly, with how pent up he was, you were surprised he managed to hold back from creaming his pants. 

You unfortunately had to look away from his flushed face as you undid the laces of his trousers and pulled out his swollen cock. He was hard and hot and thick in your hands. In terms of penises you’d seen, he was uncut, untrimmed, and exceptionally average, yet you were salivating all the same. The flushed head was shiny smeared with its own precum, and it bobbed up under your gaze. 

Laios’ eyes squeezed shut and he tilted his head back with a choked groan, like just the sight of your face so close to his cock would make him cum. 

You wrapped your hand firm around the middle and gave him an experimental pump. You were mesmerized as you watched the foreskin bunch up over the head, a single bead of white pearling and dribbling out, before pulling and stretching back down to reveal his cock in all of its weeping glory.

You couldn’t help but dive right in.

You closed your warm mouth over the head of his cock, licking the creamy, salty pleasure from his tip and swallowing it hungrily. Laios yelped and his thighs squeezed around your head. You popped your mouth off of him to lick a long stripe from base to tip, flattening your tongue, before suckling on the tip once more.

“So…. warm….,” Laios mumbled. 

You let a fat glob of spit drip down from your mouth, using the tight ring of your hands to deftly spread it down his shaft. You pumped him once, twice, and Laios’ jaw dropped in a silent gasp. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” you murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss to his tip. Laios’ mouth tried to form words, but all that came out was a gasp followed by a throaty groan as he pitched forward. His hands found their way to your hair—not so much pushing you down as it was giving himself something to hold onto. 

You let go of his dick so that, with both hands, you could ease him back down, untense his muscles and loosen his hands from your hair.

“It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you,” you cooed. “It’s okay. Just relax. You’re doing so well.”

He whimpered but nodded, screwing his eyes shut. Once he’d relaxed again, your hand gently found its way back to his cock, soon followed by your mouth.

You were slow, careful not to overwhelm him, swallowing him halfway with a hand wrapped firm around his base before pulling back up, lapping at his tip. 

“Wow. Oh wow,” he whispered, letting out breathy little 'hah's. “This is…. Wow.”

Laios was whimpering, trying his best to stay still, but with every bob of your head his thighs twitched and his body tensed. 

“No wonder succubi—ngh—are so successful in—h-hah—in dungeons- ack—!” His voice broke as you swallowed around him. “This is—hn—really… r-really good. Lonely male adventurers w-would make the perfect prey—!” The last part of his sentence pitched up as you began swirling your tongue around the tip.

You took him deeper. You felt the hot, salty weight of him bump the back of your throat. He cried out, hips jumping up and hands scrambling to hold onto something. You didn’t let up, taking him deeper, swallowing around his length as you blinked and let the tears spill from your eyes. Your throat may have a bruise the next morning, but the sounds that Laios made would be well worth it. 

“Oh god. Oh—oh I’m close,” he moaned, desperate. “‘M gonna—hah—gonna cum…”

You simply sped up, sucking him with a newfound fervor, and he moaned so loud you could hear the echo bounce around the room. One of his hands kept brushing over yours, so you obliged, lacing your fingers with his own. He took it greedily, thankful to be holding your hand and squeezing tight as you swallowed him.

“Oh- oh! It’s— I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming—ngh—-!” His moans tapered off into a high-pitched whine as he came in your mouth, hot saltiness flooding all of your senses as you swallowed what you could. He was cumming a lot—bursting into your mouth like a broken pipe—so much so that it quickly overflowed and came dribbling out from the corners. You pulled off of him, cum dripping down your chin and spilling onto your hand. 

Meanwhile, Laios was still in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, jolts of pleasure shooting through him as he gasped and moaned. You stroked him, languid and slow, through the rest of it, squeezing his hand in assurance. By the time the cum had stopped seeping out of him, he was shaking like a leaf and had a white-knuckle grip on your hand. He began to whimper in pain at the overstimulation, so you let up, watching his softening cock lay itself down, twitching, into a splatter of cum on his thigh.

Laios was breathing hard. Eyes closed, he hadn’t let go of your hand. You just rested your cheek on his clean (as in, the one with less cum on it) thigh, looking up at him as he eased his way out of orgasmic daze. 

“So,” he murmured after a moment of silence, voice trembling. “That’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time.”

“Pretty much,” you hummed, drawing mindless circles on his hips with your thumb, never taking your eyes off of him.

“Wow.” He stared off into space for a second before blinking back into focus. “No wonder lust makes people crazy. It’s almost…. Cathartic?”

“Relaxing, too,” you said, pressing a feather light kiss into the softness of his thigh. “Feel better?”

He nodded. “Very. Honestly, I could fall asleep right now. I don’t even want to get up. Is that a normal post-coital reaction?”

You bit back a giggle. “Yes. But this in particular was pretty intense.” You began the process of slowly separating yourself from Laios, peeling your body off of the ground. “You came a lot. Is it usually this much? It’s not bad or anything, there’s just… so much.”

“Not usually, no,” he shrugged sheepishly, looking down at the mess on his legs. “Probably from being ‘pent-up,’ like you said.” 

“Guess this means you should take better care of your biological urges, hm?” You tenderly cupped his face and he hummed, leaning into your hand to press a kiss to your palm. You subtly wiped your other hand on your discarded shirt so that you could bring it up to run your fingers through his close-cropped hair.

“That was… amazing,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut under your caress. “It felt so nice.” He swallowed, then hesitantly looked up to you, eyes big and round and adoring. “...Thank you.”

You couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you, so instead you kissed him. He was all but boneless against you, sweet and melting like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. 

You pulled away. It was a second before either of you spoke, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, breathing in the other’s exhales. 

“We should probably get back,” you said after a moment, pressing one final, fleeting kiss to his lips before standing up.

“Y-yeah. Probably.” He looked down at the mess all over his thighs and stomach. “Um… what should I….?”

You muttered an incantation under your breath and with a flick of your wrist, the mess disappeared from him completely. You did the same for yourself. 

“Thank the gods for prestidigitation,” you chuckled. You began to redress yourself, Laios not far behind. 

Once you were both decent, you made your way to the door, unlocking it and expecting Laios to follow you. You glanced over your shoulder only to see that Laios was standing in the same spot, the laces of his shirt still untied. 

“So, are we lovers now?”

You froze, blood pumping as your heart leapt into your throat. Even for Laios, the question felt like it came out of left field. He had his head tilted at you like a curious dog, unashamed and eager and genuine.

“Like, in the books,” he explained. “This kind of thing is what lovers do, right?”

“Well- I….” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of being his partner—being giggly and enamored with each other. But cold fear gripped your heart when you thought about the possibility of something going wrong, of you messing it up and losing him completely. “...I guess….? Kind of? Do you…. Want to be?”

He walked up to you and grabbed your hand, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to be lovers.”

“How about….. friends…… that are also sometimes lovers?” you suggested, trying to not let your voice shake too badly. You cringed inwardly at your words, since you wanted nothing more than to scream ‘Yes!’ 

“Does that mean we can keep doing stuff like this?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said. You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. “How about we discuss this more tomorrow, yeah? You need to get some sleep.”

This answer seemed to satisfy him, as he grinned wide at you, tugging you out the door and towards camp where, hopefully, no one realized you were missing.

Meanwhile, back at camp....

Chilchuck was covering both of his ears with his pillow, silently seething. Bile rose in his throat with every other sound he could hear ever-so-faintly echo through the dungeon corridor. He did not expect to wake up to the sounds of stupid Laios in the thralls of pleasure—with you, no less!—and he was very much not happy about it.

"Fucking kids...," he muttered, grinding his teeth together as he tried to muffle the sounds as best he can. "Fucking half-foot hearing.... I hate it here."

~~~

tags: @hohoshiumi @this-gave-pidgeon-further-shock @smokycoco @eggsnasty @justformio234 @rosesandquartzz @zeniiis @childaintit @goddessofpoledancing @dark-space-between-the-stars

please comment + reblog so i have a justification for writing more laios fics instead of actual productive tasks <3

[chilschuck]

ougghh these past few days i cant get this thought out of my head;;;; chilchuck with a tall-man clingy reader who's just wrapped around him at all times...

whenever the party takes a quick rest from walking they instantly have their arms around him. they r very short despite being a tall-man (lost the genetic lottery 😔 def not projecting) but still conveniently tall enough to comfortably lean their chin on top of his head

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ THIS WAS SO CUTE ANON!!! i feel that so bad, it’s hard being short out here. :”)) i loved coming up with ideas for this, as i know i’d definitely be that way with him if given the chance!!!

— CHILCHUCK: x clingy tall-man!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ gn!reader and sfw as always! super fluffy <33

꒰ wc: ꒱ 528

✦ i hope this is okay!! like always i had so much fun writing it!! enjoy!! <33

✦ This first started when you found out just how warm the half-foot was. You were struggling to fight off the cold one night and had noticed how delighted Izutsumi had been when she held him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you shyly asked if you could put your bedroll closer to his. Unsurprisingly to anyone in the party, you ended up with him in your arms that night.

✦ Soon enough, snuggling up beside him at night turned to you leaning into him whenever the party took a moment to rest. This grew into more of an embrace, which finally ended in you fully wrapping yourself around him every chance you got. Chilchuck wasn’t a fan of public affection, but for some reason, that soft spot he held for you let it slide. After all, it’s not like it was completely unwelcome…

✦ You weren’t very tall for, well, a tall-man, which meant you often rested your head on top of Chilchuck’s when you could. Pulling him into your arms and wrapping them around his waist, you nuzzled into the back of his neck and perched your chin atop his head often. This caused the half-foot’s cheeks to flush violently the first time you did it, but over time he’s gotten more and more used to the action.

— “Alright, we’ll take a break here and make something to eat.” Laios announced, the party breathing a sigh of relief at the chance to take a moment of rest. You immediately sought out Chilchuck, standing in front of him with your arms extended towards him. He let out a sigh, scratching the back of his head to disguise the heat rising in his cheeks. “C’mere…” He grumbled, hiding how his heart skipped a beat at your elated expression.

You sighed at having him in your arms, resting your head on his shoulder as his back was flush against your chest. He’d never admit it, but he had started to look forward to these little moments with you…

✦ Marcille couldn’t help but squeal with delight whenever she saw you hold him close, teasing Chil about how hard he had avoided forming a relationship. This would result in him barking out excuses about how you just used him for warmth, it wasn’t like that!! (Except it was, and everyone in the party was privy to the budding relationship between you two.)

✦ Especially when you noticed when Chil was exhausted, he’d wordlessly plop his head down into your lap, curling up into your side. He could be a bit clingy himself, given the right circumstances… Pet his head and run your fingers through his hair to practically hear him purr. (And to have him completely pass out.)

✦ Chilchuck began leaving room for you beside him, or even behind him, whether it was in his bedroll or when the party was taking a moment of reprieve. It became a common occurrence that there was a perfectly you-shaped space anywhere around him. Maybe soon he’d confess how he really feels, which we all know would only bring on more of the affection. (Which he couldn’t say he’d be disappointed in.)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[circuitcircus]

in defense of kabumisu……..

addressing things I see people say about why kabru being shipped w mithrun is ‘bad’ or why their canon relationship ‘doesn’t mean anything’ while also clearing up misconceptions of the characters some fans have

listen it keeps popping up and I just gotta do this or my brain will melt (if you don’t see it around then god I wish that were me) there’s an age gap!- erm there’s also an age gap in farcille (ily), the most popular ship in the series...also chilchuck looks like a kid but a lot of fans recognize him as a dilf because of his relative age, so there should be no age gap discourse among adult characters because it feels so conditional tbh

kabru taking care of mithrun is racist!- marcille likes to take care of others as well. is that sexist, or just an aspect of her character?

kabru isn’t treated like a servant, waiting on mithrun hand and foot…I mean he gives mithrun a foot massage but no one told him to do all that lmfao

he's also not the only one to care for mithrun. pattadol is shown to worry for him and milsril was the one to start taking care mithrun in the first place after he…...y’know. speaking of which-

they probably met when kabru was a kid!- neither of them showed signs of recognizing each other the entire time mithrun was introduced nor when they were together. and im pretty sure KABRU of all people would show some kind of recognition if they'd met before. it's kabru!!! the people person!!! mr. "i-noted-down-50+-characters-in-this-dude's-backstory-for-fun-and-actually-enjoy-social-gatherings"

you would think some kind of memory would come back to him especially after hearing mithrun’s backstory if milsril had even told kabru about him as a kid. but nope. it’s just fan speculation unless there's a side comic suggesting otherwise that i haven't seen

mithrun doesn't care about kabru, his shapeshift double looked like shit!- it's obviously because of mithrun's (then) lack of desires that it looked like that, but they really grow on each other

i think it's safe to assume it'd look more like kabru after they spent so much time together (also laios can barely even remember kabru's name..also saw his face multiple times and didn’t recognize him when they talked for the first time)

mithrun is racist!- he’s actually the least likely character to be racist since he lost his desires and that includes a desire for superiority over others. he even calls his past self out on that part of himself. the other elves in that side comic were being just as racist to shorter lived races but just didn’t use ‘outdated slurs’

(unfortunately literally every main character in dunmeshi is at least a lil prejudiced, but I believe it’s worldbuilding and a sign of the times rather than a reason ryoko kui is giving to hate each character)

taking care of others is a pain in the ass!- saying this as a reason kabru and mithrun shouldn't be together is basically saying disabled people shouldn't be allowed to have romantic relationships because they're a "burden"...if someone is actually willing to put in the work, then let them be.

that's not even all of their relationship, mithrun is the fighter of their duo and kabru would've been killed by the shapeshifter or something if he'd fallen down the hole on his own since he sucks at fighting monsters. mithrun helps collect ingredients for cooking every time, too (barometz fruits and griffin egg). he pulls his weight and then some!! i feel like people forget that part of mithrun a lot somehow.

+senshi literally cooks for everyone all time. it's kind of an important aspect of the narrative.

+also, while it is a popular fan thing I see around that kabru handfeeds mithrun, he literally never does lol this is mithrun using his own hands to eat:

also here we have him washing his own body

just saying because people like to treat mithrun like a baby even though the narrative respects him as a capable adult who also has special needs because of an accident. he’s captain for a reason

kabru hates taking care of mithrun!- not exactly, he was initially surprised and put off but got used to it quickly. i’m sure he’s grateful for all the times mithrun saved him from a monster and teleported them out of danger as well

he even starts doing “unnecessary” things for mithrun’s comfort and safety like when mithrun pushes himself too hard fighting, even after his mission to take care of him was complete when the canaries came back

here is even kabru resting while mithrun keeps watch (mithrun let him sleep for 5 hours before waking him up from the nightmare earlier, too):

there's nothing more to their relationship!- they actually have had a very tight and consistent dynamic since they met and they incite the most change within each other by the end. kabru is the one who inspires mithrun to create new desires so he doesn't waste away, and mithrun is the first person we see kabru being genuine with and it leads him to be more honest with others by the end instead of tiptoeing around everyone all the time (that mask was also the reason some ppl initially disliked kabru…)

kabru’s relationship with mithrun is honestly so important for his character and vice versa, but it’s often disregarded because of one over exaggerated aspect of it (an aspect that isn’t even the first way they interact with each other) or because people want to just straight up ignore it for some reason 🥲🥲

kui dedicates many panels to them that don't particularly serve the narrative as a whole in order to demonstrate this and i think that's pretty significant

you're taking this too seriously!- as if i'm the first person in the world to be crazy about a ship or the characters 😭 i love analyzing text and it's upsetting to see them mischaracterized when kui lays out the characters so clearly and deliberately

also they end up touching each other like all the time and have the kind of canon validation most ppl can only dream of lol i feel so insane look at this:

and this is just when they're first getting to know each other cuz there's a fuckload more

kinda hard to explain how i don't actually need them to get married or whatever but i'd die on this hill for them and i enjoy their dynamic immensely

haha you thought you were reading ship discourse but it was actually a character analysis 🤪🤪🤪

also don’t somehow take this to mean I think anyone has to ship them, I just need everyone to understand these accusations kind of don’t make sense especially when they can also apply to other pairs or characters

bonus kabru just looking at mithrun:

[mxauthor]

Magic Hands

Summary: Chilchuck is having trouble sleeping, Y/n's magic touch just might be the answer.

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fluff

Y/n was a touchy person. 

The party was well aware of this statement. Especially since they have been on the receiving end of their affection. Y/n never took it too far, always being mindful of everyone’s boundaries and their comfortability at all times. 

Marcille loved Y/n’s hugs and headpats, the (race) was always warm and gentle, squeezing just the right amount to where she felt safe. Laios found their playful fighting or their lighthearted shaking endearing. The tall-man was rambunctious at heart, so having someone to ‘play’ with allowed him to be serious at times of need. Senshi appreciated their pats on the back. It was their way of saying ‘thank you’, something he appreciated since he also wasn’t great with words or expressing himself. 

So it was no surprise that when the moment came and Chilchuck had started to become open with the party little by little, Y/n took a small chance. 

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It was ‘late’ into the night. Laios had suggested that they camp for the night seeing as they had just reached the 6th floor of the dungeon. They set up camp and Senshi began dinner.

The party conversed lightly, talking of plans within the dungeon or things that needed to be gathered. Y/n and Marcille chatted with each other, Marcille talking about a book she read a while ago, while Y/n softly combed out her hair. 

They listened intently, making sure to ask questions to show the elven woman that they were paying attention. Senshi called them over, having finished dinner. The party had gathered around the fire with their food and began eating. The group ate in relative silence, a small comment here and there but silence nonetheless. 

Y/n and Chilchuck assisted Senshi with the dishes of the night, as Y/n was drying a bowl they lightly nudged the half-foot getting his attention. 

“You doing alright? You seem a little more tired than usual.” Y/n asked. They’ve begun to notice a slight lag in his step, not enough to cause him to misstep while disarming traps, but enough that his normal walking pace was a lot slower. 

“Yeah, just haven’t been getting enough sleep.” Chilchuck quietly shared. Sharing his feelings and struggles was still new, especially since it was something as simple as sleeping. 

Y/n hummed in acknowledgement, trying to find a reason for his current dilemma, “Is it nightmares?”

“No, I’ve already checked.” His voice was filled with defeat. Every night he looked within his pillow for the small monsters. He even ‘borrowed’ Laois’ monster book to see if there was another type that caused sleepless nights. “I even tried to look for another monster to see if they caused the same thing, but nothing.” 

The (hair color) could tell that he was exhausted. It wouldn’t take long until the rest of the party noticed and when they caught on, all they would do is try to pressure Chilchuck into telling them everything that was going on, or try and take over work which would frustrate the half-foot more than him not getting enough sleep. 

Y/n knew that he liked his privacy and that he liked to be able to carry his own weight, not relying on anyone to do it for him. They hummed in understanding, before offering a small solution, “I could try and make a tea for you. I’m sure I have something that causes sleepiness.” 

Chilchuck turned his head towards Y/n, “there’s no need for you to do that. I’ll manage.” 

Y/n tried to counter his statement, but they’ve both finished the dishes and Laios called them over to draw straws for night watch. Chilchuck dismissed himself, walking right over towards Laios and the rest of the forming group. 

Y/n watched in defeat before following behind. The group all grabbed their stick before pulling them. Each stick had a number, which decided the order. 

Y/n had gotten first watch. Followed by Marcille, Senshi, Laios, and Chilchuck. They watched as the tired man’s shoulders slumped in relief. The rest of the group began to set up for the night, with Y/n getting comfortable for watch. 

Marcille set up to their right, while Chilchuck claimed their left. Senshi and Laios closed the small gap, and a light fire was set in the middle for warmth. It didn’t take long for most of the party to fall asleep. The elven woman made sure that Y/n knew she was next.

With amusement, the (race) lightly patted her head and wished her a goodnight, disspelling her worries about making sure they followed the order of the lots. 

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An hour passed when Y/n began to hear the ruffling of covers next to them. They glanced over to see Chilchuck slightly tossing and turning within his bedroll. Trying to get comfortable again.

Y/n watched as he rolled over a few more times, before setting their journal down. They had a feeling they should’ve made the drink anyway. Slightly moving closer, Y/n would see the frowned brows of the locksmith. They lightly pressed onto his pillow to see if a nightmare had crawled in during the watch, but it was completely soft. 

The (hair color) quietly huffed to themselves, but an idea struck.

This wasn’t the first time Y/n’s dealt with a sleepless night, especially when it was someone else. Before, when Marcille had become restless, Y/n would lightly run their fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp in the process. 

The elf would always fall asleep immediately, almost like Y/n had pushed the insomnia away with their touch. 

Hesitantly, Y/n reached out to Chilchuck’s hair, they knew he wasn’t the most open to physical touch and the last thing Y/n wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Before their hand connected, the (race) whispered lightly, trying to not disturbed the others, “I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable by doing this.” 

Even though Chilchuck tried to grasp onto the little remnants of sleep, his senses began to wake slowly. His hearing always being the first one. He had heard the ruffling next to him, knowing that Y/n was most likely still on watch, then it went quite their steady breathing being the only thing he could hear. 

Then, their apology. He was confused about what they meant, but the feeling of fingers pushing back his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp had answered him loud and clear. 

Y/n’s touch was soft and delicate. They made sure not to press too hard or scratch too deep, making it soothing enough that it was like a massage. Chilchuck had half a mind to push them away, but his forced closed eyes became heavy. His body was relaxing, and his mind was calming down. He sagged deeper into his bedroll, having to actually fight the sleep to continue feeling the heavenly sensation.

With the last of his consciousness, Chilchuck murmured out his thanks before falling asleep deeply. 

Y/n watched as his furrowed brows softened and his breathing evened out. They heard a light murmur of words, “feels nice.” 

The (race) shifted back towards their own bedroll, they were going to continue with their journal, listing down all the findings within the dungeon. But an imaginary pull had coaxed them into moving their bedroll closer towards the half-foot. It took little back and forth between themselves, before lightly pulling it over. 

Y/n continued to scratch his scalp, wanting to make sure he’d be in a deeper sleep before they removed their hand. Their movement almost hypnotizing, making sleep pull at their own mind, coaxing them into its warm grasp. Blinking the sleep away, Y/n slowed their movements until they came to a full stop. They then pulled their hand away, seeing as Chilchuck’s breathing became deep and constant. 

It didn’t make a drastic change, it was just enough that if Chilchuck needed another round of coaxing, they were close enough to reach over. With a small satisfied smile, Y/n continued working, happy that they were able to assist with Chilchuck's dilemma after all. 

Bonus: 

After the switch over, it took Marcille a little over an hour before she noticed the two of them. She thought Y/n’s bedroll was a little farther than when she fell asleep, but now it made more sense. 

Once her eyes had cleared enough and her mind was fully awake, she saw how Y/n’s hand was perched within Chilchuck’s hair, and how his own hand was laying within the crook of their elbow, almost like he was trying to keep them from pulling away. If she looked closer, Marcille could see the look of content within Chilchuck’s features, almost like a missing piece was put into place just perfectly.

It took everything within her to not squeal in delight. From the beginning, Marcille believed that Y/n and Chilchuck would be a perfect match. Maybe it was all her romance novels, but his grumpy nature and their soft personality had her swooning with the idea. 

Marcille watched on, only thinking one thing, ‘I wish I could draw.’

[mytheoristavenue]

DM - Chilchuck Tims x Reader 🍋 - Logical Next Step

Kinktober 2024 - XI

Size difference + Breeding

Summary: Realizing he's getting up there in age, Chilchuck decides to settle down again for his remaining years. After taking you as his second wife, he finds himself missing a home filled with the pattering of little feet.

Warnings: Breeding, unprotected sex, creampie, tallman!reader, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!Chilchuck, married/pre-established relationship, post-canon, language

Chilchuck would never have claimed to have had the perfect life, nor would he have claimed that that wasn't his own fault. He knew in his heart that he was the reason his marriage fell apart, why he was estranged from his children, why he was living paycheck to paycheck. As he aged and fell into life with the Touden party, he thought he was comfortable with spending the rest of his life dungeon-delving. That was until he met you.

You had joined the party shortly after Senshi had, during their search for Falin and the Red Dragon, and the half-foot was quietly amazed at your way of operating. You were a fair bit younger than him, around Laios's age, but you were so mature, so cool under pressure. You had a way of saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time to calm everyone's nerves. Chilchuck couldn't count how many times you'd soothed Marcille when she got anxious, or came between himself and Laios when he was ready to come to blows.

"Hey, we're all tired and frustrated. Let's cool off, yeah?" You'd say, your hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him patiently. After which, you'd lead him away to the other side of camp and offer him space or company. And you always respected any decision he made.

That was why, after the journey to save Falin was completed, Chilchuck took his savings, bought himself a cottage and a stop, and decided to settle down. With what little he had left, he bought a modest ring with a genuine pearl and approached you at Laios's dinner party.

"H-Hey, (Y/N), c'mere." Hey stammered as he passed you, everyone else preoccupied. Popping the question here, especially with his daughters in attendance was risky for sure, but he just couldn't wait. You followed him over to the corned, watching on curiously as he fidgeted with something in his pocket. "I know we haven't known each other long, and we've only been together for a little while..."

Tears instantly pricked your eyes and you gasped, covering your mouth, guessing what came next. "But I'm not gettin' any younger." He continued. " I never thought I'd find myself looking to get tied down again but..." He sighed, frustrated that he was losing words- he was stalling.

"Go ahead," You smiled patiently, sinking to your knees to be on his level. You didn't miss the way his eyes wet at your action, and he mirrored it, kneeling on his left knee.

"R-Right," He laughed nervously, clearing his throat. " I thought I had it all figured out, that domestic life just wasn't for me but- (Y/N), I wanna try it again. With you." By this time, he'd pulled the silver band out of his pocket. He didn't have an ornate box with silk lining, he just pinched it between his fingers as he offered it to you. "You've singlehandedly changed my entire outlook on life, and I'm tired of wasting the last little bit of my life doing odd jobs, sleeping on a bedroll by myself."

Suddenly, there was a chorus of squeals from the dinner table, and Chilchuck grimaced. Looking over his shoulder, you could see his two younger daughters, as well as Marcille, fawning over the sight. You giggled a bit as a crowd formed around him, pinning you both into the corner. He began to sweat, irritated that his moment has been ruined. "Can't you all screw off for five minutes?" He scolded, face red.

"Chilchuck," You smiled fondly, placing your hand on his shoulder. "What did you want to ask me?"

His attention instantly snapped back to you, the tips of his ears hot from his daughters excitedly cheering him on. "W-Will uh..." He swallows nervously, nodding to the ring. " Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I thought you'd never ask!"

-----

You hummed softly, stirring a large cast iron pot filled with Autumn vegetables and broth. Beside you, your youngest step-daughter set the dinner table. "Your father and sister should be home soon," You mentioned casually.

"I wonder how business went today," Puckpatti replied, fluffing the bouquet of flowers in the center of the table.

"I'm sure it went well, those two are the best lockpicks around!" Flertom chirped from the sink, washing up the dishes you'd used.

You and Chilchuck had been married for about a month and today was the first day that his new shop would be open. To celebrate, you and the girls planned a dinner to surprise him. You couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest, truly part of the family. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

Just as you turned off the heat of the stove, the front door opened, and you could hear a jovial conversation and a pair of boots hitting the floor near the entrance. "Hon, we're home- oh!"

Chilchuck couldn't keep a straight face as he stepped into the kitchen, finding his lovely wife and beautiful daughters standing around the table, waiting for him. "What's all this?"

You smiled bashfully, setting the pot down on the table, plaid oven mitts still covering your hands. "We made dinner to celebrate the shop opening today!" Flertom cheered, pressing into his side for a hug.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Puckpatti added, mirroring her sister on his other side. Their father glanced back over his shoulder to his eldest daughter, who smiled back at him smugly.

"Did you know about this, Mei?" He asked with a smirk. She simply nodded, uncrossing her arms and patting his back.

You watched the moment fondly, feeling a bit awkward to be outside of it. Shyly, you turned away to the oven, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread. "Don't think I forgot about you," Your husband's flirtatious voice called, startlingly close. You nearly jumped, feeling his arms wrap around your hips, pressing a kiss to your tummy as you sat the bread down. The girls grimaced at the display. "Oh, grow up," Chilchuck groaned, taking his seat, and prompting you to sit beside him. "When you get spouses that are twice your height, you'll understand!" He huffed, crossing his arms before pausing. "Wait, scratch that, none of you are allowed to get married!"

The night went smoothly, filled with laughter, joy, and praise for your squash stew. As the stars came out, one by one, the girls all began to leave, each tired and heading to their respective homes. Once it was just the pair of you left, you stood up, beginning to clear the table. "Hey, lemme help with that." Your husband smiled, standing up with you and carrying the rest of the dishes to the sink.

You thanked him, rolling up your sleeves to begin washing them, plunging your hands into the wrist-deep sink of bubbles. "How was work, dear?" You asked softly as his arms found their way around your waist again.

"It was great, we were way busier than I thought we'd be." He mused, resting his head against the small of your back. "Mei's so skill now, she might actually be a better locksmith than me. Don't tell her I said that, though."

You giggled in response. "She's a carbon copy of you, of course she's skilled. She learned from the best."

"Patti and Fler seem pretty fond of you." He mentioned, partying from you and heading over to the cabinet, taking a bottle of ale from it.

"I'm pretty fond of them too," You laughed. "They're sweet girls. So is Mei."

"Yeah, you're right, couldn't ask for better kids." Chilchuck smiled softly, uncorking the bottle. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask... are we gonna have kids?" The question caught you so off guard, you dropped a bowl into the sudsy sink, shattering it. "I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry."

Concerned, he stepped up onto a stool, pulling your hands away from the sink as you tried to dip them back in, apologizing relentlessly. "Hey, it's okay, really. Let me," You watched as he carefully dug out the drain stop, revealing the rest of the dishes and broken glass, before picking it out into a towel. "You okay?" He asked, setting the towel to the side. "Listen, I'Il fix this tomorrow after work, m'kay? No harm, no foul."

You soften at his comforting words, nodding. Ever the worrier, his concerned eyes stayed trained on you. "You look a bit flushed, why don't you go rest? I'll finish up."

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Your hands wouldn't stop trembling as you undressed for bed, his words echoing in your head. Where the two of you going to have kids? He didn't want more kids, did he? Could the two of you even have kids, being different species? What would they look like? How would that even work?

Your mind raced with questions and visions of how he might go about impregnating you, considering the vast difference in your stature. Sure, you'd been intimate before, but when you imagined how a man would breed his wife, it tended to look a bit different than what you were used to with him.

Nevermind all that- did he want to have more kids with you?

As you slid into bed, you tried to immerse yourself in a book to calm your nerves, but just as you found your place, the bedroom door opened. "Are you upset at me, hun?" Chilchuck's voice was a bit more timid than usual and laced with worry. "I'm sorry I asked about having kids, it was dumb-"

"Do... you want to have more kids?" You interrupted him, voice quaking a bit.

"I wanna do whatever you wanna do." He answered, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

You search his eyes for sincerity. "So do I, so you tell me first."

"Well..." He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I wouldn't mind. Kinda miss when the girls were little." He admitted with a sheepish smile. "Is that weird? Am I too old to be havin' kids?"

"No," you replied with a warm smile. "I don't think so, not at all."

"Would you... maybe wanna?" He asked with a nervous laugh, much like how he acted the day he proposed. "You wanna be a mama?"

Your cheeks heated up exponentially and you hid your face, save for your eyes with your book. "I-I... I-" You stammered, unable to find the correct words. Eventually, you simply nodded. Chilchuck's sheepish expression turned smug as he began crawling closer.

"Need you to tell me with words, hun." He cooed, straddling your lap. "Tell me you wanna have my baby."

"I-I want to..." You swallowed hard. "Have your b-baby." As a reward for your obedience, he pulled you close, tilting your chin up as he began peppering kisses up and down your throat. "M-My love, what are you...?"

"Givin' my pretty wife a baby."

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"G-Gods, Chil," You cooed, your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, hips rolling into yours at a slow but firm pace. His hands cupped the back of your knees, pressing them into your collarbone, folding you beneath him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He rasped, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto your tummy. "Didn't think a guy like me could fold a girl like you? I'm stronger than I look." His brows furrowed, a cocky grin splitting his flushed face. "Not gonna lie, ain't never bred a woman bigger than me, but-" He laughed confidently, suddenly slamming his hips into yours, making you see stars. "Won't let that stop me from fuckin' a baby into this pretty little thing."

You had always known Chilchuck had a foul mouth, but you'd never heard anything like this from his lips. You felt a bit silly for worrying about how this would go, he was so stubborn, you should have known he'd find a way. Still, it made your tummy churn how he could be half your size and still dominate you so completely. He had you wrapped around his finger and you both knew it.

"That's it, pretty, just lay back," He soothed smugly, pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Let your big, strong husband take care of everything," You could practically see his ego inflate with his self-praise, breath falling out in ragged chuckles. "How does it feel getting pinned by a half-foot?"

"F-Feels good..." You whimpered, drool dripping down the side of your cheek as his tip endlessly nudged against that special spot, which he seemed to know exactly how to locate.

"What's that? Couldn't hear ya?" He teased, hips pistoning into yours with renewed vigor. "Tell me louder, mama."

"Chil, it f-feels so good," You moaned a bit louder, eyes squeezed tight, trembling under him.

"What feels good?" He laughed cruelly, his nails digging into the meat of the back of your thighs in his daze. "Be specific, babe."

"I-I feels so good to be under you like this..." You admitted shyly, overwhelmed tears welling in your eyes. Chilchuck groaned at your words, drunk off of your pretty, pouty, flustered expression.

"That's my girl," He grinned, doubling his efforts, reaching down to press his thumb to your clit, rubbing in rough circles with experienced ease. "Big surprises come in small packages, or however the saying goes."

"Chil, ahh-" You whined, feeling that familiar knot in your tummy tightens at his doubled efforts. "P-Please, make me a mommy..."

Your eager begging made his breath hitch and his pace faltered a bit. "Shit, pretty, so desperate to carry my baby, huh?" He grunted, thrusts changing to a more insistent pattern. "That's okay, I can't wait to be a daddy again."

You knew his last words would do you in, the knot in your belly snapping taut within seconds of hearing it. You couldn't hold back the needy pleading that spilled from your throat, clamping down on him as you rolled your hips into his, riding out. "A-Ahh, Chil! I love you so much!"

He let out a choked groan, sent over the edge by your constriction and loving declaration. "Oh fuck," He hissed, hips sputtering as that warm, gooey feeling enveloped his sensitive member. "Fuckin' milk it, mama." He muttered, folding against you, nestling his face between your breasts. "Shit, love love you like crazy."

Your chest heaved as you both lay there, revelling in the moment. After a bit, you began to shift, expecting him to pull away so you could stretch your legs. To your surprise, he continued to hold your knees to your shoulders. "H-Honey," You whispered bashfully. "My hips are getting sore."

"That sucks," He laughed, languidly rolling his hips into yours, making you jump in surprise. "Gonna have to get used to it, they're gonna get a lot worse when you start showin'." He teased, fuckings seed deeper into your womb.

"S-Showing what?" You asked innocently, melting at his tender pace.

"Your baby bump, obviously." He smirked, kissing up and down your stomach.

"I-I don't think I can go again so soon..." You admit shamefully, only to have him reach out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"You want me to make you cum again later, I will, but that's not what this is, hun." It was just now that you were beginning to really look at his face, your eyes having been closed during most of this event. His cheeks, nose, and ears were blushed, freckles more evident against the pinked skin. His auburn hair slicked to his forehead with sweat and you could see the greys in his sideburns more easily in the moonlight. He looked so mature in this moment, you could almost forget how different his species was from yours.

"W-What is it, then, my love?" You asked, bringing up a hand to lovingly rake through his hair.

"Think of it as insurance," he replied, softening a bit, nuzzling into your hand. "Gotta make sure it takes, right? And hey, if it doesn't we won't stop 'til we get it right."

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Chilchuck x Fem!Reader

A/N: this is short but Chilchuck fans are going insane in my ask box so I wanted to feed y’all a little

warning: masturbation, grinding, fingering, afab reader

Chilchuck hadn’t been expecting you to be so easy to befriend. You had just joined the party and everyone already adored you. Chores weren’t a problem, you got along with everyone, and pulled your weight during fights. You were also an absolute sweetheart that always made sure that everyone was happy and healthy.

It would have been hard for him not to fall in love with you. As the days turned into months, he started to feel his chest ache when you were gone for more than a few minutes, and couldn’t stop “accidentally” brushing against you. It was a bit embarrassing how hard he got just from the sight of you wearing your nightgown when it was time to go to sleep…

One night, as everyone else went to bed, he found himself unable to sleep. Chilchuck had been feeling restless and horny all day since he caught a glimpse of your nipples when your white shirt got soaked by an undine. He huffed as he sleepily stroked his cock, staring at the ceiling.

“M-Mmph…”

His sensitive ear twitched at the faint sound of someone’s muffled moan. For a second Chilchuck wondered if it was Laois with another stomach ache from eating something strange… but the voice was soft and feminine, a slight whine to it.

He gulped, inching closer to the sound, his cock twitching when he heard it again. “Ch… Chilchuck…”

It was you, your back to him and your hands dipped below your blanket. He could her the sound of your playing with your pussy, moaning out his name.

“(Name)…”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, about to panic and scramble to apologize, only for him to pin you down, his red face hovering over yours.

You liked him, at least enough to touch yourself and think of him while doing it. That was enough to have him pushing your panties to the side so he could slide a digit into your needy cunt. “Wanted me?”

The usually calm and collected Chilchuck was now sloppily grinding against you as your tongues danced with each others, his mouth the only thing keeping you quiet. It wasn’t long before you were silently begging him to fuck you, needy tears in the corner of your eyes.

The night was spent with his cock buried deep inside of you, and the rest of the part wondered why the two of you looked so tired, yet satisfied the next morning.

You were now holding his hand… and he did nothing to pull away.

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Unsweetened Lemonade

Chapter 3

Series- Delicious In Dungeon

Pairings- Chilchuck Tims/Reader

Word Count- 5594

Content Warnings- SMUT!!!! DIRTY TALK?!!!

Notes- Im so sorry this took so long yall 😭 between work and writers block this took me so long. I hope yall enjoy it ��️

“Woah are you ok?” A concerned voice said from behind her, reaching a hand to touch her shoulder, “I’m glad to see you’re finally awake.”

Another groan left her as she rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand, “I feel like shit.” (Y/N) coughs out, her heart pumping out of her chest.

“Marcille said this might happen.” Chilchuck’s voice said again, now rubbing soothing circles into her back, “You used up all your mana like an idiot and now you're sick.”

“Don’t. Don’t start right now.” (Y/N) mumbles sitting up and bringing a hand to her head as the room spun.

“Lay back down, you’re gonna make it worse!” Chilchuck ordered, pulling her back down to a lying position, “Let me get you some water and clean up your mess.” He sighs, standing from the floor to fish through her bag to find her water skin.

“Where is everyone?” (Y/N) scans the room, finding it empty aside from herself and Chilchuck.

“I assume Senshi is cooking dinner with Laius, and Marcille and Falin are in the bath.” Chilchuck answers while handing her the waterskin.

(Y/N) shoots up again, pushing the water skin away, “Falin is back!? How? I didn’t know Marcille knew resurrection magic, where are they?” She climbed out of her bed roll despite Chilchuck trying to keep her in place. Stumbling to her feet she took off in a dizzy waddle towards the voices of Marcille and Falin. Opening the door and gasping at the familiar light brown hair.

“(Y/N)? You should be in bed!” Marcille blurts out, staring at her sickly friend.

The words were in one ear and out the other as (Y/N) launched herself into the bath, wrapping her arms around Falin in a tight hug, “Falin! I’m so happy you’re ok!” only now did she notice she was only in her now soaked shirt. “Where are my pants?”

“(Y/N)?” Falin’s soft voice was surprised, returning the hug from her long time friend, “I didn’t know you were down here.”

(Y/N) rubbed her cheek against Falin’s despite Chilchuck yelling at her from outside, telling her to get back into bed before she made her condition worse, “Who cares that I’m down here, all that matters is you’re ok.”

Marcille lets out an agitated sigh, rubbing her temples, “I took your pants off because they were covered in blood” She mutters, “Now get out of the bath! Your clothes are soaked!”

“Ok mom” (Y/N) chuckles, letting go of Falin and getting out of the bath, the water dripping off of her and onto the floor. The heat in the room making her stumble as she stood, “Ah fuck.” she mumbles, bracing herself against the wall.

“You are unbelievable.” Chilchuck reaches a blind hand into the room, trying to grab (Y/N) while not looking at any of the girls.

(Y/N) grabs his hand to steady herself before wobbling out of the room, “You better come find me when you’re done!” She yells over her shoulder. Looking back at chilchuck with a goofy smile, “You are unbelievable. Unbelievably cute.” She lets out a laugh as he shoulders her weight to get her back to her bed roll.

He looks up at her before diverting his eyes to the floor, the now wet shirt she wore was see through and cling to her body, not only was he able to see her bra but every curve and feature of her body. Despite being a half elf she was built more like a dwarf, wide hips, a small waist, big boobs, and thick thighs. She was right, who wouldn’t want to see her mostly naked? Not even mostly- he shook the thoughts from his head as he set her back onto her bedroll.

“She has to have spare clothes in here.” He mutters under his breath while digging through her bag to at least find a shirt for her. Looking at her over his shoulder he found her staring at him with a smile, turning back around to find she had taken off her wet shirt.

“You’re handsome~” She giggles, laying down in her bedroll and admiring him as he searched for her clothes.

“And you’re delirious.” He lets out a laugh as he finds her a shirt. Returning to her side and trying to sit her up to dress her again.

“Delirious shmirious.” she giggles again, placing a hand on his cheek with that lovesick smile of hers, the one that made his heart flutter and his cheeks heat into a blush.

Resisting the urge to lean into her affections he laid her back down, “Get some sleep, I’ll wake you up when food is ready.” he began to stand before a hand grabbed his own.

“Please stay with me… I don’t like being alone.”(Y/N) pleaded, pulling him back down to the floor.

Chilchuck smiled down at her, “Ok.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as her eyes fluttered closed as she was fast asleep.

“She’s cute when she sleeps, huh?” a voice asked over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” he responded absentmindedly, snapping his head around to glare at Marcille crouching behind him.

She smiles brightly in return, “I knew it~ Chilchuck and our sweet little (Y/N)~!” she nearly squealed, trying to keep her volume down for the sake of (Y/N)’s sleep and recovery.

“You! You know nothing!” Chilchuck could feel his ears burn as he glared at Marcille.

“I know the way you look at her, and how close you’ve gotten since she joined the party.” Marcille retorts, “Don’t act like we didn’t see you two cuddled up this morning.”

“Shut up” her mumbles, turning his gaze back down to (Y/N) who was lightly snoring.

Marcille stood again, “You know, when we were in school she had a hard time getting close to people, and yet it was so easy for her with you.”

“I can only imagine, her mood swings are killing me.” Chilchuck sighs, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.

“That happens when you go through what she has.” Marcille smiles down at (Y/N)’s sleeping form, watching her chest rise and fall. “It takes a lot out of a person, and with how secretive she’s been I can only imagine it got worse.”

“It did get worse… but I think,” he pauses, smiling warmly at her, “I think it’s getting better.”

Another gentle shake woke (Y/N), stretching and taking in a deep breath she smelled the dinner that awaited her.

“Goodmorning (Y/N).” Chilchuck jokes, helping her sit up and handing her a plate of food.

“This smells amazing!” (Y/N) takes it with a wide smile, cutting into the meat and taking a bite, it practically melts in her mouth, “This is orgasmic, what is this?” She asks, looking to Senshi as she swallows. Taking another bite from the tasty roast.

“It’s roasted red dragon.” He gives her a smile, watching as her chewing stops for a moment before slowly chewing and swallowing the bite.

Chilchuck lets out a laugh at her expression, “Eat up, you need to get your strength back.”

“You need to get your strength back” (Y/N) mockingly mumbles as she takes another bite.

“Don’t be a brat.” Chilchuck flicks her forehead, making her whine.

“That hurt!” (Y/N) whines, rubbing her forehead with a pout.

“Don’t act like a child and I won't have to treat you like one!” His words are stern as he looks at her pout, rolling his eyes.

Falin giggles as she watches their interaction, “You’re like an old married couple.” She laughs.

Matching looks of shock cross their faces before they look away from each other, each letting out a tsk as their faces burn red.

Dinner was finished quietly, the only noise being whispers between Falin and Marcille about how cute their interactions were. If only they knew two sets of sensitive ears could hear everything.

(Y/N) climbed from her bedroll they had set up and stood with a stretch, much more stable this time. “I’m gonna go take a bath.” She tells the party, walking from the room to find the bath again. Her body ached, hopefully this bath would put her muscles at ease.

Light footsteps followed behind her, causing her to let out a sigh, “Can I help you Chil?” she was met with silence before she heard him clear his throat.

“Even though we’re in a secure spot you still shouldn’t wander on your own.” he explains, catching up to walk next to her.

“Is it safety or are you trying to catch a glimpse of me in the bath?” She muses, looking down to him with a flirty smirk.

“Ugh, no. I want to make sure you don’t drown yourself.” Chilchuck tried to play it off, his ears and cheeks heating up.

“Sure~” She snickers, opening the door to the bath. Stepping inside and beginning to unbutton her shirt. Chilchuck leaned against the wall outside, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. Peaking around the corner, he just couldn’t help himself but to take a look at her.

Looking again at her curves, noticing the stomach chub she had and the stretch marks that came with it. Stretch marks that scattered her skin light strikes of lightning, across her stomach, down her thighs. He wondered what it would feel like to trail his fingers against the lightened marks on her skin. The scars that littered her body from the fights she’s been injured in. the tattoos that she hid meticulously under her clothes, words written in elvish and runes from magic he couldn’t even begin to understand.

She tied her hair up into a messy bun before slipping into the water, letting out a content sigh as the warm water enveloped her body, soothing her aching muscles.

“Would you like to join me?” She chuckles, “I can feel you staring.” She opened an eye to look at him, (E/C) eyes meeting brown ones before he whipped back around the corner.

“I wasn’t staring!” He yells back, his face red with humiliation. Even if he wanted to join her, which he didn't! He couldn’t, not with the tent growing in his pants. “I was making sure you didn’t pass out again.” he excused his actions, pulling his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

“I don’t blame you for staring, I am pretty hot~” another laugh, water sloshed and rippled around her as she moved, “I never thought I’d find myself in this kind of situation with a half-foot but I can’t deny what the heart wants.”

Chilchuck swallowed loudly despite the sudden dryness of his mouth, gods were her words so alluring, he felt his cock twitch just listening to her speak. A siren in human flesh.

“Chil~” her voice called out, he couldn’t help but look at her again, finding her chin resting on her palm on the rim of the tub, her boobs pressing against the wall of the tub only served to make her cleavage more prominent. She looked like a goddess tempting him with all that he desired.

“I-I gotta go!” he spits out before taking off down the hall, away from her and further away from the party. He couldn’t stand anyone seeing him like this.

Ducking into one of the doors that littered the maze-like house they were camping out in. one of the many bedrooms that was hidden within the walls. He lets out a sigh, looking down at himself to find the tent hadn’t dissipated. He felt like a horny school boy seeing his crush for the first time, why did she have to do this to him?

He hadn’t touched himself in years, not since he’d married his wife. Reluctantly he began to undo his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to release his cock from its confines. Watching the precum drip from the head. He cursed at himself, jacking off in a dungeon, having feelings for another party member, how ridiculous.

Removing his glove he wrapped a hand around his length, carefully stroking himself as he felt air catch in his throat. She would be his downfall, but what a sweet downfall it would be. Stroking himself to the thought of her, how she would feel. Her skin against his as he ravaged her body. He imagined the heavenly moans that would leave her lips, the feeling of her plush lips against his own as he pounded into her. How tight she would feel when she orgasmed around him. He let a groan pass through his lips as he sped up, the soft tenderness of her skin under his fingers. He bet she looked ethereal underneath him.

Another pump of his hand and he felt his release, cumming onto his own hand as he panted, cursing himself again. The poor half-foot was falling in love and there was nothing he could do about it.

Back in the bath (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back in the water with her hands behind her head. She scared him off and she hated herself for it. Sure she’d slept with other men after her husband but never did she crave one man as much as she craved Chilchuck. Wishing she could sink her teeth in and never let go. Despite her sexual frustration she finished her soak in blissful silence before climbing out of the tub and wrapping herself in a towel. Drying herself off and redressing herself she let her hair out of its bun, she’d have to ask Marcille to braid it when she got back to them.

Making her way to the party, Chilchuck was nowhere to be found amongst them. Her mind wandered to what he could be doing, sending shock waves down her spine and straight to her clit. Shaking her head of the thoughts she smiled at the party as they welcomed her back.

“Are you feeling better?” Marcille asked with a warm smile.

“Much, that bath felt amazing.” (Y/N) confirmed, walking to the bed Marcille and Falin were sitting on.

“Where’s Chilchuck? I thought he went with you?” Laius looked around confused, tilting his head to the side like a confused dog.

“Uhm, he decided to take a bath when I got out.” (Y/N) lied, another shiver down her spine at the thought of the half-foot.

She felt hands brush through her hair behind her, “I forgot how long your hair is, with it up all the time it’s hard to tell.” Marcille laughs, admiring the length.

“Oh! I was meaning to ask if you’d braid it for me? I can’t stand it being in my face.” (Y/N) looks over her shoulder at the blonde elf.

“Of course! It’s been so long since I got to play with your hair!” she smiles brightly, adjusting to sit behind (Y/N) on the bed. Pulling all of her hair behind her to work with.

(Y/N) lets out a content sigh as Marcille begins to braid it, the feeling soothing her nerves. Marcille was the only one to ever do her hair aside from herself. She had forgotten how calming it was.

Marcille smiled at her content noises, pulling her hair taught to make three braid along the left side of her head before braiding them into one big braid in the back, leaving her hands to frame the right side of her face.

As she finished the braid an exhausted Chilchuck finally entered the room.

“Welcome back Chil, how was the bath?” (Y/N) teased with a sly smirk, widening into a smile as he became flustered.

“Good, I feel a lot better.” he cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with the half elf.

(Y/N) chuckles and turns around to Marcille, “Thank you so much, I love how you did it!” She pulls the braid over her shoulder to observe it.

“I think it’s some of my best work.” Marcille giggles, “I wish I could’ve done your hair for your wedding, I bet you looked amazing.”

(Y/N) snorts out a laugh, “I didn’t even have a dress! We sighed the paperwork and that was it.”

“What!? That’s horrible!” She looks at (Y/N) in shock, “how did that happen?”

“He didn’t want a wedding, I didn’t have a say, so court wedding.” (Y/N) explains, “But he’s gone now so that worked out well.” She dusts her hands off before smiling.

Marcille gasps, “That just means at your next wedding you it has to be perfect.” she gives a determined smile.

“Ha! Who ever said I was getting married again?” (Y/N) laughs, rolling her eyes at her friend’s insinuation.

“You’re still young! I’m sure you’ll find someone again, someone you really love.” Marcille insists, nodding at her with a serious expression.

“We don’t know my life cycle.” (Y/N) warns, trying to ignore that she could die in the next 30 years, “But, there is a guy I'm interested in.” She smiles, listening over her shoulder for a reaction from said half-foot.

Marcille lets out another gasp, “Tell me all about him!”

(Y/N) chuckles as she hears shuffling on one of the beds behind her, “Well, he’s really cute, he’s kinda cold but he’s actually really caring and sweet.” she pushes her bangs behind her ear as she thinks of the half-foot behind her, the kiss they shared, the way he looked at her; especially when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“Awe~ He sounds like a catch, you need to scoop him up before someone else does.” Marcille giggles, bringing her hands up to her face, “Love is so exciting!”

“Just like one of my romance novels!” (Y/N) and Marcille say in unison, (Y/N) sarcastically mocking her friend, and Marcille in a high pitched excitement. The two girls look at each other before laughing.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to do this.” (Y/N) lets out a content sigh, “I missed having friends.”

“Hey! I wrote you letters all the time!” Marcille jokingly scolds.

“That’s different! You were so far away!” (Y/N) whines, leaning against her friend dramatically, “I miss having sleep overs and talking about stupid shit! And stealing from my moms wine stash!”

“You stole from your mom’s wine stash! I never drank any of it!” She laughs, hugging (Y/N) tightly.

“Always the responsible friend.” (Y/N) giggles sparing a glance at Chilchuck as he looks away, trying to cover his blushing face. She smiles and looks up to Marcille, “I’m so lucky I found you guys down here.”

Marcille follows her line of sight and lets out a gasp as realization hits, looking down at her friend with a knowing smile, “We’re lucky we found you too.”

(Y/N) let out a yawn, unwrapping herself from Marcille’s grasp, “I think it’s time for bed.” she crawls from the bed with a stretch.

“Where are you going?” Marcille tilts her head to the side confused.

“There’s not enough room in this bed for three people, I’ll just go sleep with Chilchuck.” she shrugs casually, snickering as she hears Chilchuck shuffle behind her.

“What!? No!” he blurts out, his face flustered and blushing bright red.

“So you just want me to sleep on the floor? Or I guess I could sleep with Laius..” (Y/N) looks over her shoulder to the snoozing tall-man behind her.

Chilchuck grumbles before pulling the covers back, “Fine, get over here.” he mumbles, looking away from her as his face reddens.

(Y/N) gives an excited smile and climbs into the bed, snuggling into the blankets with a satisfied sigh. “You really are a sweetheart Chil~” she giggles looking up at him through her lashes.

“Tch, just go to sleep.” he mumbles, laying down and rolling away from her, keeping his back to her as he closes his eyes.

(Y/N)’s face shifts into a pout as she scoots closer, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder only for him to flinch away, “Chil…”

“Go to sleep (Y/N)” his voice is low with exhaustion. Much to his dismay his body relaxes under her touch as she begins to rub his back gently.

After a moment (Y/N) retracts her hand and begins to climb out of the bed, sitting on the edge as she stares at the doorway. The room was dark and somehow Marcille and Falin had already passed out, thankfully.

“Where are you going?” Chilchuck begins to whisper yells at her, reaching out to pull her back into the bed. His reach just missed her hand as she stood.

“I no longer feel like sleeping…” she mumbles, carefully making her way towards the door to leave.

Chilchuck scrambles to follow after her, “Why do you insist on going out by yourself?”

“Whoever said I was going out alone? I knew you would follow me.” She snickers, walking with her hands behind her back as she wanders away from the camp.

“Where are you going?” He asks with a grumble, watching her form as she walks.

(Y/N) shrugs with a smile as she looks at him over her shoulder, “Just hoping to maybe take up some advice I was given.”

Chilchuck stops in his tracks, staring up at (Y/N) with a dumbfounded and shocked expression, “What's that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) turns to face him, looking down at him with a smirk, only now did she truly realize their height difference; it made her want to laugh how he only came up to the height of her breasts. “I just want to scoop up the cute guy I’ve been crushing on before someone else does.” She shrugs casually.

He lets out a nervous laugh, “Who said I would reciprocate your feelings?” He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to keep the blush from forming on his face.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips, “Oh yeah, because just the way you look at me totally screams, ‘I have absolutely no feelings for her’.” she looks down at him with a cocked brow, “It may not be romantic but you can’t deny it.” the words that left her lips hurt her heart, the thought of another man wanting her just for her body. It had only been a few weeks and yet her heart sadly now belonged to him.

Chilchuck’s ears burn red as he looks away from her, trying to ignore the way her shirt hung off her chest and hips. If she were to lift her arms he could only imagine what her panties looked like, what color they would be. Fuck… why was he so horny today?

“So what? Even if I did feel anything for you, you know how I feel about inner-party relationships.” He looks at her through his peripherals as he speaks.

“It doesn’t have to be a relationship, more like…” She thinks for a moment, “A mutual agreement for the purpose of releasing pent up frustrations.” and after that we can see where it goes. She can’t help but think to herself, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Why?” Chilchuck looks back at her with a stern expression.

“Why?” Her face was covered in confusion as her hands dropped back to her sides.

“Why me?” he lets out a sigh as he brings a hand to run through his brown and grey locks. “Why me and not literally anyone else?”

A somber smile makes its way onto her face, “Because I’ve had so many ‘anyone else’s’. I so badly want a legitimate connection with someone… And I feel like I’ve found that with you Chil..” she lets out a sigh as she leans against the nearest wall, sliding down until she’s on the floor. “Most people- most men don't care, they just want a taste before leaving the next morning.” her eyes drift back up to meet his brown ones, “You care, you try to play it off but I know you do.”

Chilchuck lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, uncrossing his arms, and kneeling down in front of her, “It’s hard not to care when it seems we are too similar to ignore.” biting at the dead skin on his lips as he thinks, hesitantly reaching out his hands to bring her face closer to his, connecting their lips in a passionate kid; hoping this would convey his feelings better than he could speak them.

(Y/N) lets out an amused hum as she leans further into the kiss, shifting onto her knees as their kiss deepens. His hands shirt down to her waist as her arms snake around his neck, letting her fingers play in his hair. Just kissing him set every cell in her body ablaze.

His hands began to tug at the fabric of her shirt, desperately finding his way underneath to touch her skin. It was just as soft as he imagined, feeling her plush body underneath his fingers was heavenly in itself. Gently massaging her hips as (Y/N) opens her mouth in a soft moan, allowing his tongue to dance with hers. He could feel their mixed saliva drip down her chin.

He almost wanted to laugh, they were both grown adults sitting on the floor making out like horny teenagers. He felt (Y/N) retract a hand from around him, pulling away to look down, watching her pop open the buttons of her shirt with a lustful haze in her (E/C) eyes. Finally getting a closer look at her body nearly made him lightheaded, all of his blood going from one head to the other. Bringing a soft hand up to grab her breast, squeezing it and eliciting a moan from (Y/N). The sound like honey to his ears, eyes shifting between her face and her body, looking at all the bruises and cuts that have scarred into her skin. Taking a final glance down to spot her black panties before diving into another kiss, a sloppy, horny, open mouthed kiss.

With a gentle push they were laying back on the floor, the kiss never breaking as Chilchuck hovered over her, taking his place between her legs. She could feel the pool of wetness in her panties as he continued to grope and squeeze her chest, careful thumbs swiping over and toying with her nipples that hardened in the cool air of the dungeon.

Finally pulling away for a breath of air Chilchuck sat back, looking down at (Y/N) as she lay exposed on the floor, her chest heaving with pants as she looked back up at him.

He opened his mouth to speak only to find himself speechless. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, she was so addicting and hypnotizing to look at; especially like this. Spread so submissively below him. He presses a peck to her lips before trailing his lips down her jaw, leaving sloppy kisses down her neck and down her chest, stopping to suck and nibble on her skin; leaving dark bruises and hickies on his way to her breasts.

Wrapping his lips around her tender bud so carefully, lightly pulling through his teeth as he sucked and tongued her sensitive nipple. Toying with the other between her fingers. Her fingers tangled in his hair, slightly tugging as breathy moans left her parted lips.

Chilchuck lets out a hum at her noises, placing his other hand on her thigh as she attempts to pull them together. (Y/N) lets out a whine, her body craving any kind of friction.

“Look at you~ so desperate.” Chilchuck chuckled, he pulled his mouth off of her nipple with a smirk, looking up at her through the valley of her breasts.

“Chil~” she whimpers, her voice sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. He lets out a grunt as it twitched, straining against the fabric of his pants. Quickly moving to free his cock from its confines before placing a hand on (Y/N) clothed and dripping wet pussy.

Pressing a finger against her clit elicits a moan from her, making her squirm under his touch as he begins to rub small circles into a bundle of nerves. A chuckle left his lips as he leaned over her again.

“So needy, and all for me?” Chilchuck smirks down at her, all embarrassment that was once flooding his was now replaced with pure lust and confidence. Pulling his fingers back earned him a whine that was cut short when his fingers were placed on her lips. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looks between his eyes and his fingers, only to open her lips and begin sucking on his fingers, covering them in her saliva. His smirk widens as he removes his fingers, using her saliva to lubricate his cock. Moving her panties to the side before pressing his tip to her entrance.

She bites her lip as he looks up at her, subtly nodding her head to urge him to push in, satiating the ache that was building inside of her. His tongue runs over his lips to wet them, taking in a deep breath before carefully thrusting forward, sliding inside easily. The new found feeling of pleasure forcing a moan to bubble up from his throat, letting his head fall back in euphoria as he pulls out and pushes back in again, falling into a steady rhythm of thrusts.

(Y/N) moans as each thrust hits her g-spot, making her arch her back and clench her fists around the fabric of her shirt. Chilchuck’s hand slides a hand from her hips back up to her face, leaning over her to pull her into another kiss. Each thrust earned him a moan that vibrated against his lips. She wraps her arms around his neck, tangling into his auburn locks and gripping his hair tightly.

He felt his hips stutter as he sped up, thrusting harder and fast, rubbing against every nerve inside of her. (Y/N) throws her head back with a moan, opening her neck to be assaulted by Chilchuck who kisses, sucks, and nibbles on her tender skin.

Each roll of his hips meant a moan from both parties, for Chilchuck it had been years since he felt like this, being about to touch her like this was pure bliss.

Sure (Y/N) had had sex since her ‘divorce’ but not like this, never had she imagined sex could be this good. Maybe that was the difference between meaningless sex and being in love with him. Fuck… was she really in love with him?

Before her thoughts could continue to spiral she felt the coil inside her bubble over, her walls squeezing him as she felt an orgasm rip through her body, every muscle tensing as her legs tighten around him.

A groan left his lips as every squeeze edged him closer to his release, a few more thrusts and he knew he was through. His motions stuttered before he bottomed out, pushing his hips flush against hers as he cums inside her.

Heavy panting is the only sound left after moans and the clapping of skin ended. (Y/N)’s legs could help but twitch as she breathed through the fall from the high that was her orgasm, the first one in a long time.

Chilchuck sat for a moment, looking down at her now sweaty body as she panted, her eyes looking down from the ceiling to meet his. Any words he wanted to say were gone as soon as he opened his mouth, instead leaning down to capture her lips in another kiss, reaching his hand to hers and intertwining their fingers.

Pulling away from the kiss as he finally pulls out of himself, pulling his pants back into place. (Y/N) reached between her legs to pull her panties back into place before sitting up, smiling lazily at Chilchuck. Her brain was still fuzzy and her legs still tingly, there was not a thought in her head aside from how handsome he was.

His cheeks flush red as he looks away from her, “what are you looking at me like that for?”

“I lo- I think you’re handsome.” She caught herself before speaking thoughtlessly, reaching a hand out to entangle in his hair once again. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

He scoffs with a smile, looking back at her, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious!” She laughs, “You’re very attractive. I think the best looking guy I’ve ever been with.”

He rolls his eyes and stands up, holding a hand out to (Y/N) to help her off the floor. She quickly buttons up her shirt and takes his hand, pulling herself off the floor with his help.

“Let’s get back to bed before someone notices we’re gone.” Chilchuck begins pulling her back towards the room everyone was sleeping in.

“Hold on.” She pulls him back, just long enough to lean down and press a kiss to his lips. Pulling back and smiling at him before continuing to walk.

Cuddling was the best thing after sex, even if they were laying on a wooden bed frame (Y/N) didn’t have a care in the world being wrapped up in Chilchuck’s arms. It’s the best she’d slept in a long time. That was until the sound of something clattering to the floor stirred her from her sleep.

Chilchuck’s chest rumbled as he spoke in a groggy voice, “What was that?”

“Where is Falin?” Laius’ voice was frantic as he jumped out of bed, looking around frantically.

(Y/N) untangled her limbs from Chilchuck’s and sat up with a groan, “What’s going on?”

“Falin is missing!” Marcille chokes out, looking around in a panic. Crawling out of her bedroll as Laius runs out of the building and down to the street.

Chilchuck and (Y/N) exchange looks before scrambling to get dressed to follow the tall-man outside. Running outside to find Laius and Falin crouched on the ground behind a white haired elf. (Y/N) flinched as Marcille uses her staff to create a blast next to the elf.

“You… You Get away from them! Do you hear me? I won’t miss again!” she yells, glaring daggers at him. He turns to glare at her, finally showing his face.

(Y/N) felt the air leave her lungs at the sight of him.“Is that-”

“You should know your place, you filth!” he glares at the group, behind him Laius is thrown, stumbling to a stop in front of them.

“Laius!” Chilchuck runs to check on the blonde before him, “What the hell is going on here? Is he an adventurer?”

(Y/N) feels her nerves build and her airway tighten as she watches the scene unfold, the elf pulls a book from his side and the pages begin flipping. Her ears twitched as he began chanting, her breathing seems to cease when she grabs Chilchuck’s arm, “Run!” as she pulled him away the mage shot a spell at them.

Small red dragons dove at them, missing by a hair as she runs. Before she could take another step the ground beneath her was gone, letting them all fall into the abysmal darkness below.

(Y/N) was the last of the party to wake up from the fall, groaning as she sits up and brings a hand to her head to brace herself.

“(Y/N) you’re finally awake!” Chilchuck sat next to her with a sigh of relief. “You hit your head pretty hard in the fall.”

“I feel hungover.” She mumbles, frowning at the taste in her mouth. “Where are we?”

“We’re still on the fourth floor. It’s kinda a long story.” He rubs the back of his neck before looking down at the ground, “We decided we’re heading back up to her surface.”

“What about Falin? What happened?” (Y/N) looked around the room to her party members who all winced at the mention of Falin.

“She’s with the mad mage…” his voice was low and somber as he spoke, not being able to bring himself to look her in the eye.

(Y/N) grips the collar of her shirt, her airway tightening again. Slamming her eyes shut as she tries to keep from hyperventilating. A hand on her cheek is quick to ground her, if only for a second.

“(Y/N)...” Chilchuck’s voice brings her back down to earth, looking up at him while still trying to calm her breathing.

“I can’t… I-” her words were choking in her throat, causing tears to spill down her cheeks.

After much coaxing and soothing, (Y/N) finally calmed down enough to explain. Her first party in the dungeon after much trial and error, made it deep enough into the dungeon to grab the attention of the Mad Mage. She was lucky to get out alive, but she can’t say the same for her party… Despite her fear she returned to the dungeon but never had she wanted to reencounter the Mad Mage, only coming down to assist other parties to make money. She came down by herself to hopefully find some treasure to sell off for money between jobs.

After her confession the party agreed, it was time to return to the surface.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

eeee i love your writing!!! could i get chilchuck comforting a crying reader (who's normally very bubbly and happy)? Bonus if they're crying bc they think their feelings for chilchuck are unrequited 🫣

Thank you kindly dear anon, i hope your day is going well and that you have rested well and ate well.

Chilchuck was never good with emotions, both his and other peoples. He kept his own emotions hidden so as not to appear vulnerable. And when it came to other peoples emotions he was fine with the positive ones...but quickly became awkward when things turn negative.

In fact he might be the worst (well second worst possibly) when it comes to dealing with emotional issues. So when he walks in and sees you crying he freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights. Its such a foreign sight to him he wasnt even sure if he was seeing it right.

You have always been such a bright cheery person, No matter the situation you were always the one that had the biggest grin across your face telling everyone its going to be ok, to not give up and push on. That was one of the things chilchuck liked about you the most, even if he would talk about how a situation was impossible or that it was to dangerousm you were always the one reassuring him that things were going to be ok. He never said it but it really meant alot to him, usually he would just ignore it or blow it off but he knows deep down it helps him more than he lets on.

He stares at you sobbing, wide eyed for a few moments before quickly making his way over to you. "WOAH woah hey Y/N hey hey its ok! its ok, whats wrong are you hurt?"

He says quickly sitting down beside you putting an arm around you instinctually. He normally isnt one to get physical when it came to comforting people but it was just something he did before he even realized he was doing it.

"Im fine...im just stupid..a stupid stupid idiot...an idiot that should have known better" You said through tears before breaking into sobs again, chilchuck looked around awkwardly before pulling you into him to cry, he sat there patting your back trying to comfort you as best he could. patting your back and repeatedly saying it was ok softly.

Eventually when you finally manage to calm down he wipes away some tears from your face before speaking up. "Now tell me whats going on? what do you mean know beter?" You want to tell him the truth, it had been eating you alive for days and days now. But tonight you realized what the actual truth was, and it was to much and broke you to pieces, it was a truth you had tried to ignore but couldnt and it broke your very being. You dont want to tell anyone about it, let alone him...but you know he wont let you hide away and pretend like this wasnt happening. so you take a deep breath and speak.

"im sorry chilchuck...i know this is going to make you feel awkward...and i know..i know you dont feel the same way.....but i like you, i REALLY like you...i care about you more than anyone else. and i know its stupid and i should just get over it but...it hurts.." you admit to him, not even looking at him, With how you feel right now your sure you wouldnt want him seeing your face right now. He didnt say anything, he only stared wide eyed at you. You should have known this was how he was going to react, you know how he felt about inter group relationships so you know he wouldnt want any part of being with you. However your miserable thoughts were interrupted as he pulled you into a tight hug.

"hey dont talk like that...if there is anyone here thats an idiot its me. I do care about you, I really do. You mean alot more to me than you realize, and you help me stay sane down here." He says squeezing you tight, you sniffle softly as you cant believe what your hearing. "Im not great with emotions...both dealing with other people and my own. Whenever you would be so positive and cheery it would make me genuinely happy, but i didnt want to get to attached so id play it off or something but genuinely you have helped me so much down here. I also have....other reasons on why im so hesitant to show emotions that im not ready to talk about just yet...but i do care about you...in fact i think i might like you the same way you like me. I just struggle being open about things you know? i should have been honest with you and open about my feelings back...that way you wouldnt have to deal with this. Im sorry, But to make it up to you, once we rescue falin and leave the dungeon why dont i take you to dinner?"

You couldnt believe what you were hearing, he had feelings for you to?! you couldnt believe it, you could feel yourself hugging him close as you smiled into his shoulder. "That sounds great, id love to."

[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy on Tumblr, part 3

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

@dunmeshimeshi @leguink

Approximately 10 minutes later your optimism floated away with your appetite while you stared down at what looked like a lamb chop in abject horror. 

"You've been eating WHAT??!!" 

Laois looked all too enthused. "They're good! I promise! Just try some!" 

Marcille backed him up. "Yeah I know it seems weird but it really is very tasty!"

Almost reflexively, you looked at the other halffoot in the room. Was this some kind of prank they were playing? Were they actually criminals consigned to live down here for the rest of time? Was this...actually safe?

He seemed to somewhat understand your unspoken questions. He nodded and shrugged. "It's what's gotten us to this floor. Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to buy and pack enough food." 

He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Mmmm Senshi this is really good!" 

Everyone else followed suit, and even though you figured they were playing it up for your benefit, it did seem like they were genuinely enjoying it. You watched Chilchuck carefully, and when he didn't seem to be doubling over and dying, and at the insistent prodding of Laois, you tried a tentative bite. 

It was, unfortunately, amazing. Probably the best meat you'd ever had in your life. Once started your hunger took over and you started to scarf down the food. 

Someone grabbed your fork and you glanced up angrily to see Chilchuck looking concerned, along with the rest of the party members. 

"If you eat it that quickly you'll throw it back up, and then it'll just be a net loss." He said brusquely. "Especially with our smaller stomaches resurrection hunger can be difficult to remedy safely." 

You knew THAT, you weren't fucking stupid. Just it'd been so long since you'd had good food, and you were so hungry...

Senshi looked chagrined "aaahhhh I should have thought of that! My apologies young lady, I'll make you some broth you can drink slowly." 

You scowled. "I can handle a little meat! And I'm fucking starving!" 

Chilchuck scowled right back and summarily yanked your plate from you. "Don't be stupid, if your stomach explodes from overeating we'll just have to ressurect you again, and that'd be a waste of time and mana."

You briefly contemplated how difficult it would be to get the plate back, but your knife was in a neat pile with the remnants of your clothes and you were weak from hunger. Seeming to read your mind, Chilchuck firmly placed the plate to the side out of your reach, along with his own. 

You scowled at him angrily, but were distracted by Senshi pushing a delicious smelling bowl into your hands. 

"There you go! Whipped you up just a quick broth. Drink that SLOWLY now, and then you can probably have a bit of meat." 

You took one sip and then chugged the whole bowl, gasping for breath between every few gulps. Your stomach screamed at you insistently. You NEEDED this you HAD to have it. 

A few minutes later you, thankfully, barely, made it outside to vomit up the contents of your stomach into the snow outside instead of all over your clean clothes. 

As you retched into the snow you heard the opening to the sauna pull back and Chilchuck say "you see? This would have been a lot worse if you'd had solid food in you. Come back inside once you're done and we can try again." 

You weakly told him to fuck off, and he just snorted a bit and popped back inside. 

You walked back inside already ready to be on the defensive, you'd just wasted perfectly good food after all. But Senshi just beckoned you over with some more broth and a spoon. "Now take one bite, and then count to 3, and then another bite, and you should be able to keep this down." 

you sat there and slowly, determinedly, got the whole bowl down without losing control or throwing up again. 

Once you finished, Senshi smiled broadly. "Very good! Now lets give it a couple hours and you should be able to drink some more! This was just a quick preparation, but I'll go make you some actual soup that'll still be easy on the stomach!" 

You watched Senshi happily start to cook again in bemusement. 

You sat down next to Chilchuck against the wall and said in a low voice. "Is he....always like that?"

"What, obsessed with cooking? Yeah no he loves it. Laois is the same but with monsters, and then Marcille is weird about magic. Weird magic too." He cast a furtive glance at Marcille, who seemed to be happily occupied in mending some article of clothing. "Izutzumi just kinda hangs out but she doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do." 

You nodded thoughtfully, digesting the information.

"And are they...." You paused, considering how to ask this. "They seem to treat you....well."

Chilchuck scoffed. "Ah times have changed since you were frozen, the union's helped with that. Contracts are hammered out in advance and they have to stick to it no matter what. I get paid in advance, I don't fight, I'm not bait, and I have an equal say in the party. Anything less and I'm out of here."

You nodded again. That was good. That was very good. Having another halffoot to travel with was going to be great. Just one issue....you didn't have a contract with this party. 

[laiosbun]

͙͘͡★ just some nasty chucklefuck ghggh he makes me gnaw on my finger . . I LOVE HIMB

⸝⸝ smut ahead !! cw , shoe riding , slight degradation .

aaah im thinking about riding on chilchuck’s shoe… it’s so nasty but idc!!!

at this point you all were frustrated from laios’ shenanigans once more, so you guys decided to find a place to rest and eat before everyone continues to explore the dungeon..

chilchuck on the other hand couldn’t keep his hands to himself. he was especially very touchy today for some reason, clinging on to you like a puppy. after everyone had their meals, you left to go clean yourself up, and that’s when chilchuck followed you and has you all to himself

that’s how you find yourself in this position, panting and sweating from just rutting onto his shoe

“you’re so fucking dirty.. looking like a dirty mutt all desperate for release on my damn shoe.. you should see yourself” he chuckles at the sight of you, eyeing your hips enamored by the way you move yourself to grind against his shoe, just hoping to get off already—

and that’s when he pressed down against your crotch hard and pulls away, leaving you writhing and whining for more

“chil.. w-why’d you pull away..?”

you sobbed onto his chest, holding his shirt tightly. your eyes were tearing up from the loss of stimulation. he only laughed before pulling your head back to look at him “you really think i’d let you cum now..? how cute” his lips then found your cheek, kissing your tears away

that’s when he pushes you down and gets ontop of you. despite being bigger and taller than him you couldn’t help but feel excited when he’s taking control over you like this, with that look on his face all you want is for him to just take you right here right now!

it’s like as if chilchuck could listen to your thoughts, his hands founds itself on your body, his touch lingering across your skin, every trace of his fingers makes your breath hitch inside your throat. his hand then meets your thighs, pushing them apart giving himself more access to you

“relax sweetheart, let me take care of you, yeah? don’t worry about the others, i’ll think of some excuse to give them when we’re done”

you really hoped that the others were already asleep that time..

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Would you mind doing a part 2 for the Dungeon meshi x Eri series? I would like to see how the dynamic changes towards being more protective of Eri as they traverse further down the dungeon.

-You held your little hands over your mouth, keeping quiet, after Senshi and Marcelle put you up in a safe area compared to where the dragon was, hunting your new friends.

-You had learned that this big mean dragon eaten Laois’ sister, Falin, whom they were now trying to rescue, hoping that she was still in his belly and could be saved.

-Marcelle told you about Falin, how she was a little spacy, but was a very good friend, something Chilchuck even agreed to, and you expressed your desire to meet her, which warmed all their hearts.

-However, when the dragon appeared, they had to prioritize your safety first, putting you in a safe area with your shield, telling you to stay there until one of them came for you.

-You could see the dragon from the window in the distance, roaring loudly and breaking buildings and you could have sworn you heard yelling from your new friends.

-When everything became quiet, it was honestly scarier when the dragon was rampaging, you were worried for your new friends, those who cared for you so gently.

-You swallowed hard, looking nervous as you stood at the doorway leading out, “I know they told me to stay here but…” you remember your world had heroes, people who did things even while scared and you steeled your nerves.

-You followed the destruction, and you heard Senshi screaming in pain and you gasped, following the sounds until you came across the corpse of the dragon.

-You saw that Senshi was writhing on the ground, having just been healed by Marcelle, but the process was painful, “Senshi!” Marcelle gasped, seeing you running over, “Y/N!” realizing that you had run to find them.

-Chilchuck, who was up on his feet first, came over to you, kneeling down with his hands on your shoulders as you were crying, seeing them all hurt while Marcelle was doing her best in healing them, trying to calm you down.

-They weren’t mad at you for coming to find them, as you had been worried for them, and since the dragon was dead, they had no real reason to be mad since you weren’t in any danger.

-You sat back away from the dragon as they cut it open, digging through it’s belly, looking for Falin- they didn’t want you to be in the way and didn’t want to scare you by going into the dragon’s body, so you did as you were told, sitting with their bags.

-When Laois pulled out a piece of the dragon, the part where it stored material to burn when it would breathe fire, you saw him fall back in shock as a skeleton was revealed- Falin.

-You came over, seeing Laois panicking, holding the skull as Chilchuck turned away, trying to keep his emotions together while Marcelle was quickly in tears and you realized that Falin was dead.

-Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, “Big brother?” Laois flinched at your words, despite being used to you calling him that, turning to you and you saw his unshed tears as you saw the skull completely.

-Your tears quickly fell over as you hiccupped, seeing Falin was dead before your horn seemed to grow several inches before an aura surrounded it, followed by your body as you cried loudly.

-They didn’t know what was going on as Marcelle tried to get to you, to calm you down as the aura stretched out to the skull, enveloping it as your little hands came to your eyes.

-In stunned awe they watched as Falin’s body slowly reformed from the skull. Marcelle was in shock, “This isn’t healing, this is-this is something else!” the three men turned to her in shock, hearing this as she was the magic expert and to hear what you were doing wasn’t magic stunned them all.

-Falin reformed completely, clothes and all, returning to how she was the moment before she was eaten before she let out a sharp gasp, her eyes shooting open as she came back to life.

-Everyone shouted out her name, except for Senshi who was still shocked, as your aura faded, a flush taking over your face as a high fever quickly took over and you stumbled back.

-Laois, despite wanting to hug his sister, caught you first, “Y/N!” and attention quickly turned to you as Falin looked around, confused as to what happened before she quickly zeroed in on you as well as she and Marcelle quickly got to work on tending to you, trying to bring your fever down.

-It was several hours later, when Senshi was cooking the dragon, when your fever finally broke and you were resting peacefully now, much to everyone’s relief.

-Laois, Marcelle, and Chilchuck explained to Falin what happened, from her being eaten and them being blown out of the dungeon, to Shuro and Namari quitting, their plan to search out the dragon to rescue her, to finding you.

-Falin was curious about you, as you were a child in a dangerous dungeon, but Marcelle explained that you just woke up in this dungeon and you didn’t seem overly scared by things, as you were treating this like something exciting!

-When you finally woke up, smelling the completed meal, Senshi held you to him as he carried you over to the fire, giving you a bowl and you smiled brightly, “Yummy!” which was a high complement to him.

-You got to meet Falin, who hugged you close, thanking you for bringing her back to life, which made your eyes go wide, “I did that?” Marcelle was surprised because it seemed like you didn’t realize what you had done, but Laois patted your head gently, “You did- you gave me my sister back- thank you Y/N.”

-You held your cheeks bashfully, your cheeks a bit red from his praise which made Marcelle cuddle you close, telling you how adorable you looked.

-When you fell asleep, Marcelle put you to bed in her bedroll before Chilchuck spoke up, “What Y/N did wasn’t natural- it wasn’t magic- that’s what Marcelle said. But she brought you back to life and gave herself a fever. We can’t let others know about this ability.”

-Senshi and Marcelle agreed with him, as Marcelle brought up the fact that since your ability wasn’t magic, you could be targeted and used to bring others back to life, something Laois was highly against.

-They were all in agreement, while looking over at your sleeping body, that your ability needed to be kept a secret, so nobody would take you away from them. They had to keep you safe.

[tallgirl14]

What if chilchuck joined Laios group when his kids were younge???

Chil: I need to grab something from my house

Marcille: we get to meet your family!?

Chil: NO! You're going to stay a couple of feet from my house while I run inside. I'll be in out and done.

Oh, and Marcille, keep your hood up. I don't want you scaring anyone

Outside his house, the party sees a little girl with dark hair playing, and chilchuck immediately picks her up and brings her inside

Marcille: "i didn't know he had a sister."

Senchi: "Didn't he say his dad died when he was young? That probably forced him to be the breadwinner of his family."

Laios: "That sounds about right from what I've read."

Inside the house, chilchuck puts down Fuler, and his wife turns around, surprise to see her husband back so soon

Bea: "Your back?? Did something happen?"

Chi: "Yes, and no, it's complicated. I'm ok. I just came to grab"

Fuler: "theres big people with daddy."

Bea: "What?" She moves to the windo and sees what looks to like 2 tall men and a dwarf

Chil pulls her from the window "where are the girls?"

Bea: " Meijacks at school and puck is still taking a nap"

Chil: " ok good" kiss his wife on cheek then runs to his office. " keep them inside until we're gone. This the party ive been working with that told you about There harmless, just weird

Backoutside party notices someone had come to the window and chilchuck quickly came over and shut the curtains

Senchi: " how many people are in his family do you know?

Laios: "no chil dosnet like to mix home and work because of how dangerous the work is.

Marille: but what if something were to happen how would his family know??

Laois: that's why he's made union to be the middle man they would pass word to his family. It makes since I've heard storied of angery party members going after family members so it makes since he wants us to keep our distance.

The group is distracted when they hear a small "hello" the look down to see lil half-foot maybe 3yr of age

Marcille squeals seeing how cute she is and she kneels down " HI, arnt you the cutes thing, do you live in that house?" She points and little girl nodded " im Puckpattie"

" it's nice to meet you, I'm Marcille this is senchi and Laios we work with your big brother." They notice she had confused expression but just as quickly as it came it left as she goes to pull something out of her pocket and hands it to marcille " here for you" marcille except excitedly sees the little half-foot has gifted her a pinecone with googly eyes "thank you!"

Up the road meijack is walking home from school when she noticed 3 Stanger infront of her house and a woman about to pick up her baby. Sister dread hit her and she takes off sprinting. Laios is the first to get hit by a flying school book at the back of his head and the group turns to see another halfLing this one looked to be and exact copy of chilchuck there was no question that they were related

Mei holding a big rock in one hand ready to throw: " don't touch her!"

Laios pust his hands up " it's ok were not here cause trouble"

Mei: " you brought trouble trying to take a kid that's not yours"

Marcille moves toward her " no I wasn't were here with your brother-"

Puckpattie runs over to meijack happily " your back" and hugs her leg but Mei dosnet take her eyes off the strangers " I don't have a brother"

Inside the house Fullertom looking out the windo and chilchuck yells at her to get away from the windo

Fuler wines " but why dose Mei and puck get to talk to your friends?"

Chil: "What??" And runs out of the house seeing his oldest armed with a rock holding her youngest "HEY"

Everyone turns to see chilchuck running towards them meijack looks confused " dad??"

Marcille knocking off her hood " your a Dad???"

Senchi: " he's s teen parent?!??!"

Meijack looks back now terrified seeing the woman she thought was trying to take her sister is an elf and throws the the rock hitting marcille.

Chilchuck grabes his meijack so she doesn't throws anything else. She looks up at her dad terrified" hey it ok it's ok." Meijacks: she an elf she was tried to take puck ."

Chil" he's harmless she's mostly nosey" Looks back at marcille " you ok? " she nods " just a scratch."

[chilschuck]

Hello! I don't know if requests are open, if not just ignore this. am not sure if this makes sense, but I had this idea where the reader's succubus takes straight up the form of Chilchuck. They are very self-concious of this, and since i see them as a calm and reserved person they will try to avoid them like the plague. They don't want Chilchuck to know at all costs, mostly because they fear to be turned down. But at some point, they both get separated from the party running eventually into a succubus. If it's too much information just take what it feels right for you!!

✦ AAAA i loved this idea so much that i had a bit too much fun with it, LOL! it ended up being more than a drabble somehow, so i really hope you enjoy it!! i hope it flows okay and doesn’t seem too rushed, as it’s been a while since i’ve written this much!! lots of love to you!! <3

— HYPOCRITE: chilchuck x gn!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ hurt/comfort ?? fluff + sfw! use of they/them for reader!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.8k (holy hell…..)

✦ if this is rough i am so sorry, i kinda let my brain take over and this was the result! nervous to post something this long since i’ve only ever posted lil tidbits, but i really hope you like it!!! <33

The walk back was deafeningly quiet. You couldn’t bear to even look in his direction, cheeks still hot in mortification at just what you had seen earlier. Usually you were stronger than this, but the idea of him knowing just what exactly you saw had your stomach in knots.

It wasn’t like you had never come in contact with a succubus before, but for it to take this particular form had your mind reeling. The heavy pit of guilt and shame kept twisting in you, and the more you thought about him, the more you felt sick. Even so, you could feel eyes burning into the back of your head just waiting for you to spill.

“What’s gotten you so quiet?” Chilchuck questioned, his brows raised at your current show of behavior. It was unlike you to shut yourself up like this, especially since you were known for being cool and collected in any situation. He would never admit it, but the lack of your voice amongst the others made him nervous.

You waited a moment to reply, the shakiness in your voice not getting past him. “It’s nothing, Chilchuck.”

And like hell it wasn’t, especially if it had you clamming up and avoiding his gaze. Knowing it would be better not to pry, he stayed silent. You were thankful for this.

“Everyone’s together now, right?” Laios called as you caught up to the rest of the party, your eyes still downtrodden. Not able to bring yourself to look in his direction, you kept your head down when motioning in the direction of the half-foot behind you. “Yeah, Chilchuck and I managed to find each other.”

Marcille was the second to notice your lack of enthusiasm, the calm air you usually exuded gone. Worried, she called out your name, pulling you out of the state you were in momentarily.

“Everything alright?” She whispered as the rest of the party walked ahead of you. Knowing how much it was killing you to hold everything in, you gave a frustrated sigh.

When you were sure everyone was out of hearing range, you spilled everything on your mind. How your succubus took the form of Chilchuck, how you’d been fighting off the feelings you held for him, how scared you were that he’d find out. Her head nodded with every concern you aired, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes when you admitted to having feelings for him… Great.

“You’re certain he didn’t see?” She asked softly as you caught up to everyone else, and you gave her a nod of your own.

Her advice had been simple: maybe this was a sign to tell him how you truly felt. You wanted to scoff in that moment, knowing just how repulsed by inner party relationships the half-foot truly was. Telling him what happened seemed like the least intelligent thing to do, but you admired Marcille for her ability to see this in a hopeful light.

Envy coursed through you, wishing you could look at it hopefully, too. It just didn’t seem realistic, so you’d keep to yourself and try not to talk to him until these feelings died down inside. Certainly they would, right?

Days continued on, your relationship with Chilchuck turning into remorseful smiles and awkward silence. The tension was building, and he was convinced he couldn’t take much more of it.

The fact you hadn’t been seeking him out like you usually did struck him hard. You two would often spend nights chatting, voices soft and warm as you talked about everything that you could think of. He’d just started coming to terms that maybe he didn’t have to keep so much away from you, away from everyone else. This hit him harder than he’d like to acknowledge, and his attempts at reconciling whatever he did wrong fell flat.

Chilchuck only ever saw you talking to Marcille lately. He knew you two shared a friendship somewhat akin to his with you, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary at first. But that, paired with the fact you wouldn’t even lay your bedroll down near his, nearly drove him to insanity.

Gritting his teeth, he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. This was getting nowhere, and if it continued he was sure he’d never let himself hear the end of it.

Laios, as softly as he could muster, called his name. “They’ve been ignoring you, haven’t they?” He spoke, brows furrowed as he studied Chilchuck’s expression. “Do you know why?”

He huffed, glare turning to focus on the blonde across from him. “If I knew, I’d tell you. But I don’t have a damn clue.”

Laios hummed, tapping his chin as Senshi listened in on their conversation. “Maybe you should try asking them. It never hurts to be honest with how you’re feeling, too.”

This was going to drive him up the wall. Every time he did try and corner you, you came up with some excuse as to why you were needed elsewhere. Chilchuck was left watching you leave him behind every single time. It only proved to make him feel even more scattered.

Before he could open his mouth to retort, he heard you stand up, wishing Marcille goodnight. Chilchuck begrudgingly noted that you seemed even farther away from him than usual. He sunk into his neckwarmer.

Looking down at his hands, he debated on just what he could have possibly done. This all happened after that damn succubus incident, and he wondered just what exactly you saw. You seemed not only distant from him, but from the whole party. Being an integral force in the group, having you seem so far away from everyone only served to build up rifts.

You were headed to the water fountain to wash your face, and Chilchuck assumed this would be the one chance he had. Following behind you, he called your name once enough distance from everyone had been built up. You took note of the aggravation that was laced in his tone.

Immediately you tried to think of a way to get out of talking to him. There had to be some excuse you hadn’t used, and as he approached you, you found yourself more and more cornered.

“Are you just planning to ignore me the rest of the damn time?” Chilchuck asked plainly, but you could hear the hint of concern. He continued to walk towards you, not giving you much of an opening to scatter. Panic settled in.

“You… Wouldn’t get it.” You whispered, finding yourself looking everywhere but at him. Chilchuck found this increasingly frustrating.

“What do you mean, ‘You wouldn’t get it?’ How am I supposed to get anything if you don’t tell me? I can see how you’re acting. Is whatever you really saw worth separating yourself from the entire party?”

His words cut you like a knife. You could hear the aggravation in his voice, chest seizing knowing it was because of you, because of your stupid fear. You swallowed harshly, trying your best to build up the courage you just couldn’t seem to find.

His body, caging you in and causing your back to hit the wall, continued to grow nearer. It felt like all the air left your lungs, struggling to gather just what you wanted, needed to say.

“You always say how you don’t want inner party relationships to ruin things,” you muttered, finding his closeness increasingly difficult to handle. “The last thing I want to do is put everyone in jeopardy like that.”

Chilchuck scoffed, confusion etched into his expression. “What? You saw a party member as the succubus or something? Don’t tell me—“

That tension that had been suffocating you before built itself back up to the point where you struggled for air. Before he could say just what had made you so ashamed the past week, you felt it bubble up in your throat.

“Yes, Chilchuck, it looked like you! Are you happy?! I didn’t want to tell you, couldn’t tell you. I…” Your hands shook, as if in shock of all that you were laying out in front of him. “I’ve been holding everything down inside for everyone’s sake! I’m not as strong as you, as strong as everyone else, okay?! I had no choice but to distance myself! I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same, so I just wanted that part of myself to stay hidden!”

You had hoped when, if, this had all finally come out, a weight would be lifted. Instead, you felt ten times heavier at seeing the realization in his eyes. Biting your tongue, tears welling up in the way they never could before, you pushed past him.

“I’m going.”

Yet he did just what you didn’t want him to do; grab your wrist and pull you back to that moment you tried so hard to forget in those few seconds. So he was going to reprimand you now? Tell you how irresponsible you are? Before you could spit out what was on your mind, his hands had wound around your collar and pulled you down to smash your lips against his own.

Everything was still in that moment. It was rough, deprived, filled with emotions that made your mind stutter. You tilted your head further into the kiss, still letting him take control. Despite the suddenness of it, you couldn’t help but pull him closer into you. After a beat, he pulled away, panting and cheeks rosy in what you could only guess was sheer relief.

“You’re so frustrating.” He whispered, still clutching onto the collar of your sleep shirt. “Hardheaded to no end. Drives me insane.”

You couldn’t form a sentence, still trying to catch up to what exactly just happened between you two. Was that… his way of telling you he felt the same? Even if it was sudden, it was very like Chilchuck. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“So…?” Your voice began, matching the softness of his own. He clicked his tongue, and you could tell by the exasperation on his face that he was about to just up and groan at your cluelessness.

“I… have feelings for you, too. I know what I said before, about prioritizing work over everything else.” Chilchuck spoke, his voice having a slight wave to it. “I’m a damn hypocrite…”

“Apparently.” You replied, hearing him grumble under his breath, and for the first time in days, what felt like weeks, you laughed.

The sound made his head buzz. His heart beat in his ears, and for the first time in a while, he let himself smile too. Maybe he could get used to this being honest thing, if it meant staying close to you like this.

“I’m glad things worked out the way they did,” you hummed, the two of you walking back to where your party had decided to settle for the night. “Strange to think it’s all thanks to a succubus. Maybe I should give them more credit.”

Chilchuck rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure. Tell me more about that next time, though. I want to know how handsome you really think I am.”

You couldn’t get back to camp fast enough.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[madwomansapologist]

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title: animal attraction synopsis: back from the dead, falin could feel something changing inside of her. but with marcille's scent blinding her mind, she ignored the dragon and focused on the warmth coming from her friend. [0.8K] cw: the night pre-chimera, scent kink (in a dragon’s mate way), nipple stimulation, a tiny small bit of somnophilia, erotic dreams, public sex.

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Eyes gazing at the moon, Falin tried her best to not make a sound. It was long past midnight, everyone else was deep asleep meanwhile Falin tossed and turned in the bed searching for a position that would magically put her to rest.

If it does exist, she never found it.

Falin was so tired, body and mind begging for time to recover, but something kept her wide awake. It wasn’t the old, haunted build. She made peace with the ghosts already, and it’s been some time since a cold bed and everyone’s breathing stopped Falin from sleeping. Chilchuck disagrees, but she finds it soothing.

No, Falin blames the perfume.

Sharing the bed with Marcille, it’s impossible not to keep on breathing it. Falin tried to hide her face against her hair or on the flat pillow, but her nostrils drink on it anyway. She can’t recognize that scent. It’s delicate. Completely new.

The sound of Marcille’s shoulder popping made Falin look away from the moon, cocking her head towards the elf. She watched as Marcille moved, back muscles stretching. The scent invaded her lungs once more.

Since she came back, her senses became stronger. Falin saw between the shadows of the dungeon, heard the whispers of worry shared between that new dwarf and Laios. And this lingering smell on Marcille.

“Falin?”, a weak murmur made Falin open her eyes. She hasn’t realized they were closed. Marcille breathed deep, body moving as her lungs expanded. “Are you awake?”

“Yes”, Falin tried to whisper, sore throat failing her. “Why?”

“You’re crushing me”, Marcille cocked her head, doing her best to look behind her shoulder. She held Falin’s hand on her waist. “Did you have a nightmare? I can hug you until you fall asleep.”

“No, Marcille, I just-”

Marcille turned around, fighting the tight grip around her, and pulled Fallin closer. She rested her chin above Falin’s head, a warm hand stroking her back in a slow rhythm. “Go back to sleep”, Marcille yawn. “See you tomorrow.”

Eyes wide open, Falin froze in place.

The smell was all around her. There was no escape now. With her face in front of Marcille’s chest, it only seemed to grow stronger. It was alluring. She rubbed her face against the nightgown, breathing it all in. How could something smell this good?

Falin salivated. She had to swallow it before it slipped through her mouth. She felt hungry. The dwarf feed her with dragon’s meat not that long ago, but still Falin feels the need of having something inside her mouth. Something to taste.

Her body took control, mind forgotten in this inebriating mist. Lips falling apart, tongue licking a warm, tender flesh. It wasn’t a choice: it was instinct. The dragon inside falling ordered, so the human closed her eyes and simply sucked.

Something inside falling ordered her to do it, and so she did.

She licked the nightgown too, determined to not let this wonderful scent go to waste. As the fabric moved, her tongue made contact with the skin. Her mouth opened more, taking the small mound inside of it. So soft, made to fit perfectly inside her mouth.

Seconds later, Marcille flutter her eyes open. She saw a drop of sweat on Falin’s forehead, mouth open against her chest. Marcille saw Falin licking, felt her shaky breaths against her skin, and assumed it was another dream. But the sting of teeth closing around her nipples, hands groping at her hips with no mercy, she had to face the truth: somehow, her dreams became true.

“Falin”, she hissed. When nothing happened, nothing stopped, Marcille held her shoulder. She looked around, checking if everyone else was still sleeping. “Falin, what are you doing?”

Golden eyes looked up at her, pulling the strings of Marcille’s heart. Falin set her nipple free, a frown growing on her face. “You… smelled so good and I”, she closed her eyes. No words made sense anymore. All she could think about was how close Marcille. “So warm, Marcille. Please, you won’t even notice I’m here. I promise.”

Marcille waited for a laugh, for everyone to scare her saying it was a prank, for something, anything to happen. But as the silence continued, all she saw were the tears forming in Falin’s eyes. She sensed the desperate need emanating from her friend. And she remembered how good Falin’s tongue felt against her skin.

Her face burned as she nodded. “I-uhm, fine”, Marcille babbled out. “Just… don’t make any noise!”

“I promise”, Falin sighed. Moving the straps of the nightgown, she bite her lips as the delicate boobs appeared. She looked at Marcille one last time, smiling like a rewarded puppy. “See you tomorrow.”

Gazing at the moon, Marcille did her best not to make a sound.

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