#yes - I said pickle the tickle

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Oh my god HOW DID YOU LIKE SVSSS!!!!!

i liked it more than i thought i would but overall less than i might have given the potential of the story, i think in general i really enjoyed the characters (mxtx never goes wrong with characters, she creates them in a way that makes me feel unhinged) and the world building but the pay off to the set up—which i really liked!—felt a bit........ i mean, just alright.

the dynamics too are pure mxtx, personally the bin/gqiu dynamic specifically really was the least interesting part of the whole story. to me!! but individually i loved both characters. my interest was just elsewhere because """elsewhere""" felt way more fascinating idk how to explain it

was very, very happy about the extra with airplane and the yue qingyuan / shen jiu one because that's exactly what i wanted more of in the story itself as well as just more shen yuan/qingqiu interacting with cang qiong mountain

maybe it's my orv brain but like i told jana a while back i think i would have enjoyed svsss way more if it was more about shen yuan (loner; hater; etc) suddenly finding himself among all of these people (disciples looking up to him; sect siblings relying on him one way or another; common folk admiring him; etc etc) and starting to.... live? again?

Shen Qingqiu hadn't noticed that, unconsciously, he no longer considered the disciples around him (...) to be mob characters the novel had described in a scant number of words.

^from volume one, he starts seeing them almost immediately because he's not actually that separate and he genuinely cares. all the time. about everything. even before that we get:

This was only a book, and all the people were constructs, imaginary characters. Logically, Shen Qingqiu was very clear on this fact...but when a character was actually being taunted and bullied right before his eyes, it was just flat-out unrealistic to expect him to be completely unmoved.

like why are you lying, shen yuan (<- svsss tagline if there ever was one)

just the idea of this really lonely detached guy finding a community, i know it's not the story mxtx was trying to tell but again, with the set up i really wanted to see it go in that direction.

there's one line from vol two where liu qingge goes "you fear becoming a burden to cang qiong mountain (...) but cang qiong mountain fears not your burden"

and basically what i'm saying is that i wish the story had been about THAT

(and also ning yingying's lines in that same chapter about shizun always taking on everything himself and why is it always you like that whole moment with the cang qiong mountain almost begging him to see that they care. idek what i'm saying but you know)

(also foaming at the mouth that we only got tiny tiny glimpses of shen yuan's life from before, those handful of times he mentioned his siblings i wanted to take a bite out of my kindle. tell me more!! dear fucking lord tell me more!! keep talking! elaborate!! he really felt very "kim dokja and his fourth wall" at times, sorry once more about the orv brain)

tldr: i guess i wanted a story about shen yuan/qingqiu but mxtx created svsss to be a story about bin/gqiu. and i just have to be okay with that.

[gojos-version]

Consume me.

Pairings- Y/N x Mafia Au! Sukuna

Summary- You're the daughter of a famous mafia boss and your dad wants to cooperate with Sukuna and make a deal, you hate Sukuna. You’re about to make his life a living hell.

Warnings- y/n being bratty and a bad bitch, brat taming, unprotected sex, breeding, tummy bulge (per usual), masturbation, blood and death mentioned (not in detail or much)

Word count- 8k

Proof read- ✅

A/n- Omg this took me so long because ive been so busy and i knew it was gonna be such a long fic, but i hope this tickles your pickle :3 Have a lovely day and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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Sukuna. That name brought fear to many people. He was a well-known Mafia boss, he lived by his rules, he didn't like something? It was fixed immediately. He doesn't like someone, or someone messes up? They’re dead. He’s a very fierce man and its risky that even right now your father wants to make a deal with him, to get more respect he says. 

Sukuna was the one person you had the least respect for, he was cruel and heartless, and you'd prefer to avoid him at all costs if you could. His face was covered in tattoos and so was the rest of his body, he had piercings and honestly he was intimidating. But… he also made you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Maybe it was the way he carried himself that you found attractive? You weren’t sure but you hate him. Your dad was a big mafia boss but not as big as Sukuna, his business was huge.

Knock knock.

Your head perks up from your book; “Yes?”, your dad’s assistant opens the door; “Your father requests to speak with you.”, “Alright I’ll be down.” With that she nods her head and closes the door. You sigh and twist your body to slide off your bed, slipping your slippers on you open the door and walk down the stairs to your dad’s office. You knock on the door and he shouts a ‘Come in!’ And you do, when you open the door you did not except to see a tall man with pink hair, tattoos and in a black suit sitting in front of your dad.

Sukuna?? Why the fuck was he here. Your heart drops and you swallow thickly, he shoots you a smirk that makes your blood boils. “What is it that you wanted, father?”, “Take a seat, I want to talk to you about a few things. Including our guest, don’t be rude, Y/n.”, “I don’t see why we have to discuss things in front of our guest. Wouldn’t that be unprofessional?” You cross your arms, leaning back on the door. “Oh don’t mind me.” Sukunas deep voice rings out and you glare at him, “Who said you were apart of this conversation?”, “Ohhoho! Quite the mouth on you!” He laughs, leaning back in his chair and your dad’s expression becomes stern, “Y/n. What did I say.”, your eye twitches with annoyance and you scoff; “I’d rather talk in private, dad.”

Your dad sighs in annoyance and Sukuna grins, laying back more in his chair. “Like I said, don’t mind me sweetheart.” You huff, “Let me guess, we’re working with Sukuna now?”, “Yes, so I hope you’ll be nice a- “, “Greatttttt!” You say with fake enthusiasm, and you see Sukuna's jaw clench. Ha. Y/n 1 Sukuna 0. You turn to walk out and freeze feeling a strong presence behind you and a large hand on your shoulder, “Listen brat, you don’t want to piss me off. If you keep provoking me, I can and I will destroy your father’s corporation. You don’t want that now do you?”, Sukuna's deep voice whispers into your ear and you shiver.

“Of course you would, you have no heart. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a robot. You wouldn’t do shit to us.” You sneered back, yeah it was risky but how dare a man try to speak you down and threaten you? Excuse him?? Sukuna chuckles darkly, “A robot huh? Li- “, “Y/n apologize to our guest right now.” Your dad cuts Sukuna off (without knowing what he was saying), saying nothing you shrug off Sukuna's shoulder and open the door, shutting it harshly behind you and going back to your room.

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling and sighing softly. You really hope Sukuna isn’t around much. You were hoping to avoid him as much as possible, any interaction with him made your blood boil and your thighs squish together. You hated him and you hated how he made your body tingle. You hated how turned on you got by his stupid face and how curious you were of him. You wanted more, you wanted to know more, why was he stoic? What’s really under that tough demeanor? That heartless man. Why was he heartless? You ached to know more but you couldn’t fucking stand him. You really didn’t like him. No matter what your body felt you really really didn’t like him.

Ding!

A text message? From who?

Dad <3 - Y/n, Sukuna will be around a lot, so you better behave and be nice. He’s doing good for us, I expect to hear that you apologized before tonight, no arguments.

You grunt and close your phone, turning to your side. Maybe you’ll go out tonight. Yeah. That's a good idea. You send a message to your group chat asking to hang out at a bar and before you know it they reply with a “Let’s get shitfaced girls!”, you chuckle and slide off your bed; to your wardrobe. You could be sexy, slutty or modest. You hum to yourself; it wouldn’t hurt to be a mix of sexy and slutty tonight. It’d be nice to get laid; especially after today. You decide on a dark red dress, it stopped mid-thigh and showed just the right amount of cleavage and hugged your curves juustt right. You slip on a black leather jacket, tights and black boots, opting for a red bag to balance it out. You do your hair and makeup and smile at the mirror. You felt good. You looked good.

As you open the door and walk down the steps you did not expect Sukuna to still be here. At the dining table??? You try to sneak past them; hoping they wouldn’t notice you. “And where might you be going?” A dark voice rings out. That annoying deep voice. That belonged to that stupid pink haired man with tattoos. “It’s none of your business I’m afraid.” You reply coolly, “Y/n. I told you to be nice.” Your dad scolds, “Dad, I’m going out.” Your dad glares at you and you simply walk off, tired of the conversation; you ignore the loud shouts of your name and sigh as you walk out the door. You drag your feet into your car, telling your driver where to take you.

You swallow thickly and bundle your skirt into your clenched hands, sighing in frustration. You pick your phone up to see your best friend; Shoko calling you. "Shoko! Hey girl.", "Y/n how far are you?? Please, Satoru's annoying me." She whines into the phone, and you bark out a laugh; "I just left. Dad was being difficult. I should be there very soon." You reassure her and she grumbles a 'Hurry up before I kill him' before hanging up.

You smile in contentment lean your head against the window; looking out in the distance while your driver takes you to the bar. You honestly thought it'd be just the 'girls' but it seems Satoru and Suguru weaved their way into yours, Shoko and Utahime's plans. more company the better honestly.

Before you know it, the cars stopped Infront of the club; "Miss do you want me to escort you?", your driver asks and you shake your head; "It's alright, I'll message you if I need anything and when I want to be picked up." Thats the last thing you say before sliding out of the car and feeling the cool air kiss your warm skin.

Ouch the weather wasn't as nice as you thought it was. You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk into the club, instantly the smell of sweat, lust and alcohol fill your senses. Yeah, you're definitely going to need a drink. As you walk towards the bar you instantly spot Shoko, Utahime and Satoru drunk off their minds dancing around and Suguru sitting on the bar and drinking.

"Long time no see." You greet sitting next to him, "You finally made it. These idiots got drunk so quickly.", "I can tell. How have you been though, Suguru?" You say as you order a drink, leaning your back against the counter and crossing a leg over the other having your elbows resting on the counter behind you.

"Not too bad, it's been hectic because works been stressful.", "Thats rough, work sucks." You sympathize; "How about you? Any life updates?" He asks laughing softly at the others dancing their asses off. Man, it was going to be a long night. "Terrible. My dad made a deal with Sukuna and for some reason he's around my house. a lot.", Suguru almost spits out his drink in surprise, "Shit what!? You're kidding.", "I wish I was. doesn't help he keeps talking to me too." You sip your drink, frowning at the memory.

"Doesn't... Sukuna like not talk to his client's kids or anything? Doesn't he just keep it strict and just talk to let's say just your dad in this situation. Usually, he stays at his own abode too." He ponders and your blood runs cold. wait. he's right. "Wait why would he be interested in me...? How the fuck do I get out of this mess? Shit Suguru what do I do." You panic and scull your drink.

"Don't worry, I think it's a good thing he's taken a liking to you. if he didn't, he'd probably would've killed you already." He reassures you and sigh. "I don't even want to be involved with him." Suguru nods his head in understanding, before he could respond though a drunk Shoko and Satoru run over to you; having finally noticed your arrival.

"You're here!!! Girl, I've missed you!!" Shoko exclaims, a bit too loudly for your liking and throws her arms around you; practically sitting on your lap. "Y/N!! Hi!!!!!!" Well. that makes both Satoru and Shoko smothering you. "Hey guys, kind of can't breathe right now with both of you squishing me." You laugh out but nevertheless hug them back.

"What tookkk you sooo loonnggg!" Satoru slurs out taking his drink from before and sculling the entire thing. "Girl shit." You respond, "You do not need to drink more." Suguru scolds taking the now empty glass away from him and Satoru pouts and complains in response.

"Giirrrllll any new news???? Any dick you're getting???" Shoko slurs in your ear; still over you. "I'll tell you when you're sober, girl", "NO tell me noooowwwwww", you sigh knowing she won't give up. "Dad made a deal with Sukuna." as soon as those words left your mouth she jumps back in shock and falls on the ground.

"Are you ok-", "NO WAY THE SUKUNA???", "Shhhh!!!" Thank God everyone was too drunk to give a shit. You help her up and drown another drink. you really want to get shitfaced tonight.

Few drinks later <3

You don't know when you started dancing with a random guy. you don't know who he is or what his name is. all you know is everything's blurry and dizzy and you're having the best time of your life. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips are a bit too close to his. He slurs something drunkenly and you faintly make out the words must've been a 'you're so beautiful'. Your lips unconsciously lean towards his, both of you breathing heavily against each other. Before he can lean in and take your lips on his, a loud bang! fills your ears. wait. Where did his head go?

You look down at your clothes and they're covered in... blood...? What...? You freeze as everyone around you starts screaming and running out of the club, the guys now limp headless body falls at your feet, and you don't know how to react. when it all processes you feel adrenaline rush through your veins.

Where are your friends? You shakily walk towards the exit and see a familiar pink hair, tattooed tall man. Wait a minute... is that...? You blink a few times and he's gone. "Y/n!! Are you okay??" You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder, you turn to him and see Shoko and Satoru hanging off him, Utahime was hanging off of Shoko.

You wordlessly nod your head and your drivers here? Didn't you say you'd text him when you're ready?? You open the door and motion for Suguru to put the others in the car, you help him put your friends in the backseats. You sit in the front seat next to your driver; "I didn't tell you to pick me up. But please take my friends to their houses." You manage to utter out.

He nods and the car starts going on its journey. You can't stop thinking that murder had to have been from Sukuna. but why? Why would he murder the guy you were dancing with. Why did he even care?? A "Miss, drink some water to sober up." Cuts you out of your thoughts. It was hard to focus on everything with how much alcohol you took in. But you drank as much water as you could. After drinking your water, you head rests against the head rest, and you shut your eyes briefly.

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You blearily blink your eyes open, trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring through your room. What time was it? How did you end up...in your bed...? Maybe your driver put you in your bed. You shrug it off and slowly sit up. Fuck your head hurt. You didn't have enough water in time. Your head was throbbing as you turned your head to look at your nightstand. Water and pain killers? I mean that's thoughtful, but no one really does that for you. then again you don't usually pass out in the car.

You took the painkillers and drank the water, putting your slippers on and robe as you slowly made your way towards the door. You just realized. someone was murdered in front of you yesterday. Wait when the fuck were you in your PJ's? And the blood from your face and body is gone??

Your heart races for a minute and you try to shrug it off as maybe you didn't remember getting changed or one of the female maids did it for you while you were sleeping. Right...? You open the door and slowly make your way down the steps towards the kitchen. Coffee. And water. Thats what you need right now. you fixed your hair and by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs; There was your dad and of course Sukuna. Sukuna. Why was he here?

"Mornin' Princess, Woke up late today, huh?" Ugh that stupid annoying deep voice. it fills your head, and you ignore him, walking past him and filling a cup of water, drowning it and filling it up again. "Y/n. I told you not to be ru-", "Nah its fine. She looks hungover.", "So that's where she went huh."

Come on brain. Remember. Right, Pink hair and tattoos and a dead guy. Yep. Common duo. "Sukuna, you did that last night, didn't you?" You deadpan, turning around and leaning your lower back against the counter, water in your hand, sipping and waiting for a response.

He looks shocked for a split second but covers it up quickly, "Oh? Where?" His head leans to the side giving you a look of 'I dare you to continue'. You smirk, walking closer to him. "The man you murdered at the club. Infront of me. What was that about, hm? Got jealous I gave someone else my attention and not you?" You dad stays silent, flabbergasted and oh Sukuna just glares at you.

"Why would I be jealous?", "You're not denying you murdered a guy at the club last night." You slam your hand down in front of him on the table and lean your face close to his, and your breasts right in his field of view. His eyes flicker from them to your face a few times, "You just happened to distract my target.", "Oh? I did a background check on the people at the club on my way there. He was a normal citizen." Your face gets closer to his and you're smirking, eyes narrowed as you egg him on.

Fuck does he look pissed off right now. But...there's another emotion you can see in his eyes, but you can't pinpoint it. Is it surprise? Intrigue? Lust? Who knows. You had him cornered both physically and mentally right now and he honestly had no option but to confess.

"Come on Ryomen. Give us the truth." You whisper in his ear, "You-" He seethes, and you cut him off by barking out a loud laugh, his hands were gripping the arm rests of his seat. How amusing. Without another word you trot off with a slight sway in your hips. You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head while you did walk off.

Time skip <3

You're laying on your bed listening to music while writing in your diary, ranting about Sukuna and other random things. It's 9pm before you know it. Maybe you'll just stay in tonight and have a self-care day. yeah. that sounds pretty good. you shut your diary and shove it under your pillow, going to the bathroom and running a bath.

You get your necessities and sit on the sink while the bath fills up. What you didn't know however was that Sukuna went in your room, wanting to give you a rough talking to; to find you not in your room. He hums and looks around, taking it in. your pillow messily placed catches his eyes and he lifts it to see your diary.

His brows furrow as he opens the book. 'Maybe she writes stories or draws? Why do I even care.' As he flicks through it, he sees his name written. hm? What's this? A smirk makes way on his face as he takes your diary and leaves your room, making sure everything was as you left it.

You sink into the bath you set and shut your eyes at the warm sensation. what should you do about him? There's no way he has to be over this much for a business deal. Maybe you're overthinking it too much. You sigh softly and shut your eyes, enjoying your soak in the bath. Hopefully tomorrow you'll be given a job to do.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open and it's still dark outside? You twist your body and slide off the bed, slipping your robe on and your slippers. 5:30am. Great. You walk towards the kitchen and notice someone…sitting? On the table with their feet up?? Who on earth was up at this time of night???? When you get a bit closer you notice the familiar pink hair and tattoos. Ugh. Why the hell was Sukuna here and awake at 5 in the damn morning. “Why are you here at 5 in the morning?” Your soft voice rings out making him look up from what he was reading. “Why are you up at 5 in the morning?” He sasses back and your eye twitches in frustration. “I live here, and you don’t. Why are you here at 5 in the morning, Sukuna.”, “Ouch back to Sukuna huh?” And oh, you wish you could wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

“Answer the question.” You say with a blank expression and sit across him. He sits forward and puts the book next to him, leaning his chin on his palm. Why did that book look so familiar? “Because your dad needs me, so I decided I’ll be staying here a while.”, “What book are you reading?” You ask, your heart rate picking up because it looked a lot like your handwriting. No wonder why your pillow felt too comfortable. He stands up and makes his way behind your seat, leaning next to your left ear. “You think I’m so hot, huh? You even want me to dick you down, yet you act like you hate me.” His hand snakes slowly around your neck, applying some pressure and you gasp. “You want me to choke your pretty throat huh?” His hand snakes up to your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“That was private.” You grumble out, panting softly. “Oh? Yet you’re such a little fucking slut. Thought you could fool me hm?” Your hand snaps out and grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face. Still holding his wrist, you stand up and turn to face him, with your free hand you grip his face and mush his cheeks together. “You're too bold. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been watching me when you think I’m not watching. Or my used panties that have slowly been going missing. You’re not slick, Ryomen.” His eyes narrow and you laugh. “And you call me the slut. You’re the perv around here.”

He snarls and you walk away from him turning the coffee machine on. Your hands grip the counter when you feel his half hard cock push against your ass. “What are you- “, “Shut up. You’re such a fucking brat.” He pushes your head down and you grunt when your cheek makes contact with the cold counter. “C’mon doll you know you fuckin’ want me.” You smirk having an idea come into your head. Without saying anything you grind your ass against his clothed cock which is now hard and fuck you can feel how hard it is. You circle your hips, and he lets out a grunt in response.

You move your robe up exposing your now soaked panties, rubbing against his soaked pants for more friction. You wiggle your ass, teasing him. “Come on big boy. Do something, can’t leave a girl hanging now, can you?” You press harder against him and a breathy whimper escapes his lips. “You…” Fuck his voice sounds so raspy and you’re clenching around nothing. One of his hands shakily squeeze your ass and fuck right now you want him to fuck the living shit out of you. No. Y/n. You wanted him to be the one begging for you remember? You wanted him to be so down bad for you he’d go insane. Fuck this isn't good. You shiver slightly when your cunt makes a honeyed gush of wet arousal ruining your panties further. You feel his thick thumb run up and down on your clothed, soaked slit making goosebumps erupt all over you in response.

“Fuck…” he moans, “You’re so fucking soaked.”, and finally he removes his hand off your head. Both of his thumbs make contact with your slit through your panties and his thumbs sink into your hole, spreading you open through your panties and the moan he lets out? Worth it. You muffle your own moans behind your mouth with watery eyes. You stand up and pull away from him, grabbing his arms and pinning him to the counter. “What a naughty boy you are.” You tsk, “Already trying to fuck me before taking me to dinner? Chivalry is dead.”

You release his arms and grab a mug, pouring yourself coffee, desperately trying to distract yourself from how fucking wet you felt. You notice how he stays quiet, his eyes following your figure with every move you make. “What's got you so quiet, hm?”, You look over at him and notice a…blush? Covering his cheeks and ears? Now that was a rare sight. “I-uh- “He cuts himself off and storms off. What was that about?? You shrug it off and sit at the table. Of course, your diary was gone. Fuck your panties were clinging onto your soppy cunt. You quickly drown the rest of your coffee and head to your room.

You slip your now completely soaked panties off and grab your vibrator from under your bed, sitting on your bed you lay on your back and spread your legs; circling the toy up and down your leaking slit and clit, repeating the motion a few times. You slowly sink the toy into your needy cunt and line up the clit sucking part of the vibrator onto your clit. Turning it on makes you sigh in relief as the vibrations ease your neediness.

You moan softly as you move the bottom part of the vibrator in and out of your hole, your free hand fondling your tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples. Your legs shake as you get closer and closer to your impending orgasm, your moans increasing as you move the toy faster, the vibrations and the heat from the vibrator making your head roll back into your pillow. You gasp wildly as your walls clamp around it, making your body tingle. You felt the knot in your tummy tighten as you cum hard around it, your walls spasming around your vibrator. fuck. you never come this quickly.

Shit. You still felt so turned on. You continue thrusting the toy in and out of you making your toes curl. You needed more. You needed Sukuna. You needed him so deep inside of you. Focusing on your own pleasure you couldn't hear Sukuna fisting himself with his ear to your door, your used panties over his nose as he inhales your scent. Hs entire body felt like it was on fire, burning with need while he pumped his cock imagining it was your wet, sopping cunt instead. Shit he felt so close, his thighs and abbs tensing in response as he cums harshly all over his hand and arm, his free hand muffling his mouth to not let any pathetic noises escape. Sukuna doesn't come that quickly. Not usually. He breathes heavily listening to your wet squelches and moans through the door. He wanted you so badly it hurt so much.

You’re not sure how much times you’ve cummed now, but you have a feeling Sukuna’s behind your door. For a while now you’ve been making sure your sounds are extra loud for him. Your body aches as you pull your now dead vibrator out of you, with shaky legs you slip your robe on and go into your bathroom, washing it and running yourself a bath. You put your vibrator on charge, hiding it and opening your door. You find nothing there but a large wet spot. You laugh to yourself knowing he was cumming hard to your sounds.

You shut your door and shrug your robe off, lighting a candle and sinking into the bath as you think of what to do. It’s around 7:40am now. “Y/n! I’ve got a job for you today!” Your dad’s voice sounds out, “I’ll send you the details!”, “Okay!” You yell out and smile. Finally, some action around here.

Time skip <3

You just finished your job. It was easy honestly but it’s raining and your new gown you got for the job has bloodstains. Oh well. If it’s washed properly, it shouldn’t be a problem. You’re waiting for your driver to come but… it feels like he’s late. Or maybe you’re being impatient? Ring ring! Ring ring! You look down at your phone, a call from…Sukuna? Why him? You sigh and answer, “What do you want.”, “where are you? Give me your coordinates. Now.”, you send him your location; “Why? What’s wrong?”, “Enemies of mine are looking for you. Your dad’s safe with me. If your driver or car shows up do not enter the vehicle, if anything hide till I get to you.”, “What do you mean enemies? What the fucks going on, Ryomen?” You stop talking when you notice your car. Your drivers car. Pull up in front of you. You stand still, motionless waiting for their first move.

“Y/n? Fucking answer me!”, You hang up the phone call, with your free hand you slowly snake your hand behind you, going up your thigh and grabbing your gun and throwing knives. Adrenaline floods through your veins when the car honks its horn. Your driver never honks the horn at you. With a beat of silence your eyes focus on the guns in the back aiming at you. Fuck. If you’re not quick, you’ll end up dead in about 2 seconds. Your eyes flit to your bag on the ground next to you. Perfect. You drop your phone onto your bag and run, hiding behind the tree near the entrance, with a quick motion you aim and blow the tires of the car. These fuckers aren’t leaving here alive.

You grab your throwing knives and wait. The people in the car shooting wildly now have the windows broken, and perfectly open for you. Idiots. You smirk and throw 2 knives hitting both of the people in the front seat in the head, instantly killing them.

Fuck. Now probably like 4 people in the back. Great. How long is Sukuna going to take? You hide behind the tree. Why does your mind keep travelling back to him? Those stupid tattoos. Those stupid piercings and his stupid pink hair. That stupid smirk he always gives you. Your heart rate picks up, why can’t you focus? You try to force yourself to focus on the dire situation at hand right now but the way he pressed your cock against you this morning. His thick hands...shit.

Why are you thinking of Sukuna? Sukuna… Sukuna.. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the familiar tattoos and pink hair. Sukuna. “Took you long enough.” His voice fills your head, and you blink confusedly at him. “Huh? What happened?”, you go to sit up, but he puts a hand to your chest and keeps you from moving. "I came as quick as I could. They didn't touch you. They've been dealt with so do not worry." Without saying anything, both your hands grip his face and pull him closer to you. "What are y-", "Why are you in my head so much. it's like you're possessing me. What do you want from me, Ryomen Sukuna. Why did you have to come into my life." Your nails dig into his cheeks. His eyes widen in shock and... confusion?

Before he could respond you're out cold and he's left to think about what you said.

A few weeks later <3

It's been a few weeks since you've seen Sukuna. You've asked your dad where he went, and he said he has his own business to do. You couldn't find him anywhere, not even on any tracker or through anyone. it's like he left without a trace.

It's cold tonight. You look out the balcony and ignore the chilling cold breeze. It was a nice night tonight. The sounds of the night and traffic fill your ears and head leaving you to your thoughts. Maybe he'll come back? Pink hair...stupid tattoos...

"Didn't miss me too much now did you?" That deep voice. That familiar deep voice sounds through your ears, and you turn around so quick you almost fell over. Pink hair. Stupid tattoos.

"Where have you been? It's been weeks. What were you doing?" You question, watching as he comes closer to you. He was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand makes contact with your cheek, cupping it softly. Being soft wasn't Sukuna's style. You look into his eyes and see him frowning in thought. Sukuna disappeared for a while ever since you said you can't get him off your mind and here he was out of no where. He had some time to himself to reflect and try to get his feelings in check back to being heartless and cold. That didn't work. He couldn't stand anymore time away from you.

"It was not my intention to worry you." He thumbs your bottom lip, making your heart speed up. He looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world. You notice his gaze fixed on your lips and your eyes can't help but flit to his plush lips too. Your hands come up and cup both of his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "What were you doing? Why'd you leave without saying anything?", You demand. "Thought you hated me, princess.", "Shut up. "

The air around the two of you is thick, the both of you staring at each other's lips and heavy breathing, his hand on your cheek and both of yours cupping his face. Before you could blink Sukuna smashes his lips onto yours, his soft lips engulfing yours.

His tongue explores your mouth, shoving your tongue under his as he licks the cervices of your mouth, occasionally wrapping his tongue around yours. Your whimpers are swallowed up by his mouth greedily devouring yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck and pull his body flush with yours; his hands move down to your waist and grip harshly. He moves you impossibly closer to him, his hands now gripping your ass. Fuck your entire body feels like it's been lit on fire, electricity courses through your veins like small sparks exploding throughout your body continuously.

Your lungs burn from the lack of air, but you don't want to stop. Not when you feel so good, not when you finally had Sukuna. He breathily pulls away from your lips, “Jump.” He orders, you comply and jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You start nipping at his neck while he carries you to your bed, softly placing you down and hovering on top of you. He looked so fucking good in his black suit. The rings he was wearing was doing things to you; you never thought you would feel from something so simple.

“Consume me.” You say softly, his eyes take you in, puffy lips, your nightgown haphazardly on you, your thighs squishing together and your hair disheveled. You were looking at him like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you right now. He laughs and opens your robe, “Nothing underneath? What a slut. Did you know I was going to see you tonight?”, “Just a hunch.” your fingers were itching to grab him and pull him on you, but you fought the urge to. Wordlessly, his lips meet yours again; his tongue mapping out your entire mouth while his hands make contact with your breasts. He squishes them making the both of you moan into each other's mouths.

"Want me to consume you, huh?" He laughs, putting pressure as his hands trail down slowly from your breasts down to your belly button. "Possess me. I haven't been able to think of anyone or anything else besides you till you came into my life. You own me, Ryomen." With that you see a feral glint in his eyes as he shreds his blazer and top off, revealing...tattoos on his upper arms..chest..oh fuck. your cunt gushes out a wave of wetness pathetically making your slick drip down your thighs and onto the bed bellow you- making a wet spot.

"I can't fuckin wait. Waited long enough, brat. Can't say things like that and get away with it." He gruffs out and shreds his lower half bare. Thigh tattoos too? Fuck you think you just combusted right then and there. He pushes your thighs to your chest as he bites and sucks on your neck making you mewl in response. "Please. I need you so bad, please." You beg out, you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. For him to fuck you? Bite you? Him in general? Not even you know the answer. Maybe it was all.

He lines his cock in front of your entrance, and he rubs his leaky tip against your slit up to bumping your clit which makes you clench around nothing in response. His repeats the action a few times till he couldn't handle feeling your walls twitching against him any longer.

He sinks half of his hard cock inside of your sopping pussy, "it's all in." he lies, fuck it was so much. "F-fuck you're so t-thick" you manage to whimper out as he thrusts half of his dick in. You don't know its half but fuck it had your toes curling. "S-suk-una-! A-angh!!" you cry out and he buries his head in your neck and bites hard.

You gasp wildly and moan at the sensation because when Sukuna bites, he bites hard. He keeps your legs pinned to your chest and he finally thrusts the rest of his thick length inside of you making your walls clamp wildly and a shocked expression take over on your face, your eyes widening as you struggle to catch your breath. "W-what-! A-ah! Angh! K-kuna-!" And that fucker laughs at you. He starts ramming his stupidly big cock with harsh force making your eyes roll back and drool seep out of your agape mouth. "Yeah, that's it, fuckin take it." he grunts. The aroma of the candles you had lit and the open balcony with Sukuna fucking you stupid stimulated you and your mind so much to the point you felt like you were going to go insane.

He sits up and wraps a hand around your neck, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure on the column of your neck, rubbing his thumb up and down. Your walls convulse against him making him moan out in surprise. You make a mental note to do that more often. Without warning his hips somehow move faster and his free hand roughly grabs your tit, pinching your nipple. Fuck you couldn't even move, all you could do was just take it.

Your hands fly to his shoulders when the hand that was on your tit trails down to your stomach, his hips were smack into yours with need that made your entire body jerk up, his hand on your neck being the only thing to stabilize you. His cock was bruising your cervix with each harsh slap of his hips against yours, you could literally feel his mushroomed tip trying to rip through your stomach.

It was like his dick was trying to make a hole through your stomach so it could say hello to you. Fuck the bulge he was causing made you shake and wither around him and when he noticed it? That only made him go crazier. "Fuck..." his lips part and he lets out a low breaths grunt, "Fucking that's it." that's the last thing you blearily hear before your face is in the pillows and your ass in the air.

When the fuck did he flip us over? You don't have time to think before he drives his cock back inside of you and his thrusts are merciless. His hands grip the globes of your ass cheeks, and he spreads them harshly, exposing your tight ass hole. The cold air makes you shiver, and you almost feel your consciousness slipping. You didn't notice the tears streaming down your face because the only thing you could focus on was his dick rearranging your guts.

Your body feels like it's on fire, your senses full of him. Sukuna was all you could feel. All you could smell. All you could see, his image planted in your mind like it meant to be. It's like you could feel his entire soul.

His thumb circles your ass, hell his fucking thumb is bigger than your ass's hole. The hand that's not on your ass grabs your hair and pulks your face up. He leans over your body; basically, squishing it and presses his nose to your neck, "I have to fucking consume you. You know your little hole? Yeah? 'M going to make that mine too." Fuck you could die right now.

You try to speak but all that come out of your mouth is stuttered desperate gasps of breaths and choked moans, you claw desperately at the sheets and try to crawl away, his cock now half inside of you when you feel your body have a fire sensation spread throughout it.

"T-too m-much- angh!! " You manage to whimper out and oh does he look pissed off. One arm wraps around your shoulders and the other grips your waist and slides you back all the way down to the hilt of his cock. "You're not escaping me." He gruffs out and presses on the bulge in your stomach while he desperately yet sloppily slaps his hips into yours.

The knot in your tummy snaps and you don't cum, no, you squirt so hard all over his tummy, pelvis and thighs to the point your mouth was agape in a silent scream, your eyes clamp shut and you see pure white. "F-fuck-shit-y/n-" Sukuna moans out while he fills you up so much.

Your head felt dizzy, your body trembling into the mattress, you feel his surprisingly still hard cock slip out of you; his cum slowly dribbling out of you. "Don't think we're done, brat. Not after how much you pissed me off with your attitude.", You feel your heart drop. What. You weren't done? A rush of adrenaline rushes through your veins and you freeze when you feel his thick hands spread the globes of your ass cheeks.

"Told you, 'M gonna fuckin' consume you.", His gruff voice rings out and he runs his finger along your puffy, soaked folds- collecting the slick to lube your ass up. Once your holes wet enough, he slides a thick finger in, and you hear him laugh from how greedily your hole sucks his finger up. "N-not- funny-!" You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you shove your head in the pillow bellow you. It felt like a weird sensation. "Mm lets see if you can take another one.", Before you can react, he sinks in another finger inside of you making you mewl out in response.

He chuckles darkly before sliding in another finger- 3 fingers in total- and you felt like you were going to explode. With a slosh and a pop! he removes his fingers, and you shiver in response. "'Kuna- You don't have to-", "Zip it." You bite your lip when you feel his fat tip make contact with your hole.

Fuck it was too much. Without warning he slowly sinks his length into your tiny hole, shoving your head further into the pillow while you whimpered and moaned wildly. You hear him gasp and he lets a whimper slip out when he's all the way to the hilt.

Your eyes clench shut and your walls spasm around him at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck yeah...that's it..." He breathily grunts out and slowly rocks his hips back and forth to get you used to the feeling. That doesn't last long though. He starts slamming his hips against yours as he holds your head down making you squirm and sob into the pillow.

"Fuckin' brat. Take it without cryin'." He spits out and lands a harsh spank to your ass making your entire body jolt and he palms where he slapped as a silent apology. He leans his entire body weight on top of yours while messily smacking his hips onto yours.

Your moans and cries are muffled and your entire body's tingling from both exhaustion and pleasure. The hand that's not still holding your head down snakes down to your puffy clit and he pinches it making you jolt your hips towards his. Wet sounds and skin slapping against each other filled the room along with his gasps and moans and your muffled screams.

Gripping the back of your hair he pulls your head up and bites your jaw, "'K-kuun-na-! A-Angh!!! P-pleeaaaseee-! O-ooohhhh!! Mfph!!!" Sukuna cut your blabbering off by shoving his fingers in your mouth causing you to make gurgling noises around them. His balls were slapping against your clit while he thrusted with all of his strength into you. "Fuckin' too loud. Be quiet or I'll stop fuckin' ya." At that you mouth clamps around his fingers, and you desperately try to stop yourself from screaming at how good you felt.

"I-I- shit..." He gasps, his throbbing cock twitched inside of you, and he felt his abs and thighs tense up. He was oh so close to coming inside of you. With his assault on your clit and his fingers massaging your slacked jaw mouth you felt the knot in your tummy snap as your eyes rolled back and your walls clamp around his cock. You hear him let out a strangled moan and gasp in your ear as you squirted messily all over his sensitive cock.

"Fuckin- shit-A-angh!" That's the last thing you could hear and the only thing you could feel was his leaky cock filling your ass up before your vision blackened and your body slumped against the pillow.

Sukuna can't move. He stays inside of you unmoving for a while, catching his breath and shaking slightly. Fuck. You were all he could think about, your skin, the way you looked at him, the way you shook, the way your cunt clenched around his flaccid cock. Your stupid smile. Your bratty attitude. How you looked when you were on a job. How you looked when you were at home.

Fuck. Just you. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.

You consumed him just as much as he consumed you. His head felt dizzy, still inside of you his body slumps softly on top of yours. He doesn't even have any energy to move. Sukuna felt so warm inside it scared him. He wasn't supposed to feel warm. He was supposed to be cold hearted. It scared him how much you made him feel.

Your scent and just you in general overwhelmed his senses making his body erupt in goose bumps and shiver. Maybe consuming each other wasn't so bad.

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Safehaven

Summary: You have felt a little insecure in your situationship with Halsin as of late. Fortunately, the druid seems to have taken notice—and takes some steps in consoling your fears and self-consciousness.

A/N: I just want to say this was something of a self-comfort fic. I don’t often see plus size/fat bodies in these fics (I’m responsible for doing the same in all of my work too) and I felt like making active efforts in remedying that. Especially when it comes to Halsin. With that said, obviously don’t take this as anything other than an exercise in writing something different. All bodies are beautiful, I just want fat ones to be more represented in fiction sometimes.

This is also my first time writing in second person and I must say, it’s very unnatural for me to do so. But I hope it at least tickled someone’s pickle.

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The tent was haphazardly made. Having lived in Baldur’s Gate for most of your life, nature was not where you felt most comfortable. Although, this entire adventure has been an exercise in understanding yourself ever since the Nautiloid crash a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes you felt utterly useless, having to trek through some of the rougher parts of this strange land. Other times, you felt strong—a leader, even, among your companions. It was an odd feeling, stepping in to mediate a confrontation, consoling others or simply having others come to you for advice.

The anonymity brought upon by the abduction slowly turned into a journey of self-discovery. Baldur’s Gate was too big a city to truly achieve the passions you wanted to. But out here, in the middle of nowhere, with strangers who are equally as confused as you, it’s different.

You’re different.

The shadow looming over you brings you back to the sound of crackling fires and whetstone against metal. In tattered leathers, Halsin stands, a hand outstretched towards you.

“Yes?” you ask, following the bulging veins on his arm until you note some of the scarring on his shoulder from today’s goblin encounter. Your eyes quickly divert to meet his—warm brown, with a speckle of ember that almost glows at night.

“Where have your thoughts leapt?” He cocks his head to one side, observing you with care. The druid had an uncanny ability to sense your discomfort from a mile away. You sometimes wondered if he had an infinite supply of Potions of Mind Reading, topping up each hour just to ensure he was inside your head at all times.

“Oh?” you quip, hugging your own body in response. “It’s been a long day, I suppose.”

He kneels down, blocking most of the light from the campfire. With elbows resting on his thighs, he continues to stare. Instinctively, you raise your knees until most of your body is covered. You wrap your arms around them, placing your chin in between. His eyes simply follow your movements.

“Is that all?” He turns his hand until his palm faces you, offering it in case you felt the need to hold it. You always did, but embarrassment or pride often had the last word in the conundrum of comfort.

Halsin never pushed you to share more than you were willing to, and so very quickly, he retracts his hand. The air is particularly chilly tonight, and even though you handle the cold better than most, the goosebumps spreading on your skin prompt you to involuntarily shake when a gust of wind passes by.

“I do not mean this to offend you, but your tent is…” he trails off, looking at the deflated fabric that could serve as a second blanket if need be. “... Not very—”

“—It’s shit, I’m aware,” you chuckle, letting out a yawn when you feel the shakes come again.

Halsin smiles. Almost immediately, you grin back at him. There is something so captivating about the wrinkles on the sides of his face showing each time he is chuffed with your comments. He would call them ‘direct’ even though you knew he probably meant rude. Not that he would allow himself to say so.

“I was going to say not very safe,” he corrects. “I can feel a storm brewing below my feet. If it encourages the bunnies to burrow, then I imagine it will not be pleasant.”

“After all this, dying from drowning by rainfall sounds rather embarrassing.” Your hands begin to rub your shoulders in an effort to raise your body temperature.

“I know we have both been rather busy as of late, but I do miss you, little one.”

Little one. Your teeth grit at the sound of it. It takes the willpower of a thousand suns to not bite off a chunk inside your cheek when he says it. The first time he did, it was following a particularly generous indulging of your cunt—when he refused to be serviced in return—and wrapped you in his arms instead. A thank you, he called it, for aiding him in the fight against his captors. The second time was after your face was painted in his seed, scorching hot like the anger he had for Kagha’s activities in the Grove. A kiss on the forehead followed. The third time was during a cuddle atop one of the particularly beautiful outlooks near the settlement—where he Wildshaped into a bear to keep you cushioned against the uncomfortable floor.

It was frustrating. Never have you felt so secure yet vulnerable with a person. At times, he made you feel like the most unique flower in a gardenia of preciousness, and yet he almost seemed frightened to touch you. You couldn’t remember the last time his touch was wanting, and it had been a month since your last indulgement.

“You certainly don’t act like it,” you murmur, scooting away until you felt your back hit the tent—or whatever was left of it.

Halsin’s eyes narrow. You have studied his expressions well enough to know this was his way of practicing his thoughts before he felt comfortable enough to speak out loud. He opens his mouth to utter a protest, but the loud cheers from Karlach interrupt him. You both turn to see the tiefling using a stick to gently pet over Scratch’s head, squealing in excitement when he drops a ball with a bark.

You take the time to disengage.

“Nevermind.” Standing, you pat away some of the dirt on your thighs and pull down your top, careful to pull at the bottom until it covers the bits you want it to. The druid is quick to follow, and you find yourself blocked by his giant frame as he looks down at you with concern.

“Come,” he instructs, limply pointing towards a direction away from the camp. “Follow me.”

“Halsin, it’s late and if this storm is—”

“Please.” 

You relent. With a groan, you lean down to pick up the giant blanket one of the tieflings knitted as a farewell present and wrap it around your front. Halsin is the first to move, occasionally looking back to check if you’re nearby. Once you’re far enough that the noise from camp turns distant is when his hand intertwines with yours, squeezing a few times to offer reassurance. 

Rolling your eyes would have been the appropriate response, were it not for the exhaustion you feel in fighting the inside voices and the man responsible for them.

The journey is spent in complete silence, though the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It takes some time until you reach a nearby creek. Halsin lets go of your hand once you reach a spot he finds appropriate, but not before giving it a gentle kiss. He tells you he will take precaution in scoping the area for any threats. You take the time to sit on a nearby rock, curling the blanket until it covers every inch of your body save for your head.

It doesn't take long. The approaching footsteps catch your attention and you see the large druid return with a couple of branches. He kneels next to you, using some of the nearby rocks to create a campfire.

“I know you are upset with me,” he murmurs, striking two sharp stones against one another until sparks fly in the air. “But I wish to understand why.”

You sigh. “Halsin, is this the time?”

“I miss you,” he retorts, continuing to smash the pebbles more aggressively this time. “And I cannot bear this tension.”

“Tension?” you scoff. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you are not.”

Another spark.

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

More sparks.

“Do you?”

“It would help if you allowed me to discern what troubles you.”

A flame. A small one, followed by smoke that quickly blows in the wind. Halsin finally turns to you, one knee on the ground as he rests his body weight on one hand.

“Do I trouble you?” you challenge, gently rocking your knee in frustration.

His expression softens. “What?”

“It does seem practiced for you to whisk me away somewhere where no one else can see us any time you want to show me affection,” you snap. “I wonder if I’m the trouble here.”

Halsin shakes his head. The fire next to him begins growing until you feel a wave of heat in your direction.

“You are… anything but. What would make you say that?”

You shrug, pressing your lips together. Either he was rather oblivious at his actions, or just well-rehearsed in the responses he typically gave. You see him searching your eyes, darting left and right as though they would give him the sense he sought for.

“When was the last time you touched me in front of everyone?” you ask, voice lowering barely above a whisper. “When was the last time you touched me with purpose?”

“My heart, you misunderstand,” he responds, inching closer until you can smell the salt and earth his body carries. “My lack of affections have nothing to do with you, but with—with… well, me.”

Another excuse. One that you’ve heard many times before.

“Of course,” you scoff, turning your gaze to the creak nearby.

He reaches through the blanket until you can feel his hand tightening around yours. “Look at me.” 

You do so, reluctantly.

“I have lived for many years. I have taken many lovers. You are not some conquest I keep on a tab of many. I have—the shadow curse, it has been preoccupying my daydreams and nightmares. It has nothing to do with you.”

Your eyes narrow. “Then why come to me in the first place?”

He takes a few minutes before answering. “Passion. Attraction. Long lonely nights that needed—”

“—So that’s the reason. You needed a quick release.”

“No,” he quickly interrupts. “You are much more than a passionate night. But that’s precisely why I don’t wish to rush this. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“And what idea is that?” you arch an eyebrow.

“That somehow you are a quick solution for my frustrations. Yes, I am lonely and I have been, ever since I’ve had the Grove responsibilities thrust upon me. And yes, you have ignited a spark within me that threatens to explode into a wildfire.” Halsin’s thumb begins circling your hand. “But you are also wonderful. I can hear you speak about your love of painting until I grow old. I can watch you playing with those tiefling children until my eyes wet with tears. I can’t bear to see you fight, because my heart tears each time I see another scar on your body.” 

You search his eyes for deceit, the corners of which begin to sparkle in the dim moonlight. He curls his hand until it’s holding yours tightly, while his other reaches to touch the side of your face. You’ve always compared the rough skin on his palm to tree bark, and you would have melted into his touch were it not for the many questions you felt necessary to ask.

“It has nothing to do with the others or with you. I would happily cradle you in my arms each day, professing my adoration for you the moment the sun’s rays illuminate the skies until it dims down to the blackness of night. And I apologize that I have not done that.” His thumb rubs small circles on your cheek as he speaks, making sure to stare at you as though speaking to your soul.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do.” He tugs on your hand until you allow him to pull it towards his lips. He gives a gentle kiss on your knuckles, leaning his cheek against them. “I was not aware you wished it of me.”

You shake your head. “Much more than that, Halsin. I want you to crave me,” you profess. “I sometimes feel like you’re not willing to take the extra step. It’s as though you pull back from me when I need you most.”

He nods. “I do, but that’s mostly to contain myself. I may be an old bear, but there are some parts of me that I cannot fully control. I don’t wish to cause you any harm should it come to it. I am especially prone to outbursts at this time, given the circumstances.”

You pause. Halsin has sometimes spoken of his drawbacks—the side he’s not proud of as he would say—of being a druid. His Wildshape afforded him many conveniences, though even you have seen the yellow glow of his eyes at the height of his emotions. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you often had to squeeze your legs together to suppress the gushing need that rose from there at the very thought of it.

“Alright…” you trail off, forming a fist with your free hand, letting the anxiety rest there. “I suppose I’m not used to this. I more so felt you had changed your mind—didn’t find what you were expecting.”

“What do you mean?”

You nod towards your body in gesture. It takes him a short while before he understands the meaning, and quickly reaches to rest both hands against your cheeks. He shakes his head. “No. Never. You are important to me, attractive to me, as you are. What a privilege I have been bestowed upon, having mattered to you this much.”

With some apprehension, Halsin begins tugging at the large fur that covers most of your body. It easily slips down, allowing him full view of your frame, curled against yourself. He reaches forward, touching your neck first, dragging a finger from your chin until he reaches the shirt that covers the valley between your breasts.

“All of you—your softness, your plumpness, your swell,” he mutters, leaning until you feel the surprisingly soft lips against your skin. He inhales deeply, lips hovering over your left breast. “It does not matter. I love every bit of it.” Taking a hand, he reaches in the spot between your waist and hips, squeezing delicately. Instinctively, you jump at the discomfort, but he quickly stills you.

“Halsin, you don’t have to say any of this.” The nervous chuckle betrays you when your hand grabs his in an effort to move it aside. To this, he only hums. Before you have time to react, both hands tear the front of your shirt until your upper body is exposed to the elements. The same slow instincts fail to cover it, because his hands have tightened around your wrists before you can do so.

“Besides,” he continues, easily holding you down when you try to move your hands away. “Your voluptuousness makes for a greater resting place for all the seed I’m going to spill on account of this night.” 

Immediately, you stop fidgeting. Blinking a few times, it takes a moment for your brain to understand what your ears have perceived. The druid takes the opportunity to lean forward and take one of your breasts in his mouth. The contact makes you hiss, and still, you are unable to move from his grip. Instead, you moan, not caring for the loudness. His tongue has always been exceptionally good at weakening you. You can feel him twirl it around your nipple, followed by a light teething that prompts you to buck your hips forward.

“Halsin,” you moan, attempting to release from his hold for a second time. Fluttering your eyes closed, you lean back until you feel the tree trunk against your shoulder blades. He follows, not allowing you a moment of peace as he swirls his tongue over your hard nipple. Biting down, he begins suckling at the soft skin when you attempt to close your legs together to satisfy the ache between them.

With a pop, he releases your nipple, cheek resting against the skin as he looks up at you.

“Would you like that?” he wonders, a gentle bucking of his hips making it evident he too was seeking friction. “For me to show you how much I truly crave you?”

You bite your lip in response, hard enough that the metallic taste starts swirling somewhere inside your mouth. Nodding slowly, you attempt to tug away once again, and this time the druid allows it. With newfound freedom of movement, your hands find themselves fisting his messy hair when you propel yourself forward, landing on your knees and capturing his lips in yours. He is solid as stone, unmoving when you do so, and only grunts when your tongues find each other.

Hands begin roaming—his, yours—over soft and hardened bits, frantically looking for somewhere to rest, to hold. Halsin’s are particularly active, first finding your hair, then your cheeks, then your shoulders, then your hips, before finally resting at the front of your belly. You cringe and suck in air on impulse—habit. It only makes him squeeze harder.

“This is the body I have adored since the first time you granted me permission to touch it,” he growls, pulling away from your heated kisses. “I have hungered for every inch of you. Through sleepless nights and anxiety-ridden trips, I have grown to know this is what I want.”

Responding in full sentences is not an option. Not when he dips his head, trailing kisses along your belly, on the folds that he so carefully grabs hold of with one hand—while the other pushes itself through the confines of your trousers to find your soaking nub. Delightful cries escape your lips when he begins circling his fingers, putting enough pressure until your eyes roll in the back of your head from the feeling.

“The stream of pleasures you produce, I will lap like an animal starved,” he coos, free hand pushing you to sink lower, until he has enough space to lodge himself between your legs. “Then I will fuck you until you are mute from screaming. Are you content with that, my heart?”

Gods above and below, you think. You can only nod, and you do so, rather vigorously. The chuckle that escapes his lips seems to contend him for now, and so he momentarily leaves your aching clit to help free you from the confines of fabric. Resting slanted, partway exhausted and panting could not have been a sight to behold, but Halsin’s bulge spoke differently.  

“Please…” you beg.

“No need to beg,” he comments before standing up, hands finding the belt on his pants until they release the cock that bounces lightly against his stomach. “There is nowhere I would rather be than inside you.”

The very thought of having him rut into you was an occupying thought during most evenings. And despite the bruises your throat suffered for days the last time you attempted to take him fully, the gush of wetness sounds the night at the thought of your cunt choking it.

“Spread your legs,” he instructs. “I need to see you.”

You sit up, carefully aligning your backside until you are able to find a somewhat pleasant spot to rest against. Halsin’s hand reaches for his throbbing member, where you spot a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He uses his thumb to spread it across his head, letting out a low groan as he does so. Needing no further encouragement, you spread your legs per his command, carefully analyzing his features and how they soften when you present yourself to him.

“Praise Silvanus,” he says, almost to himself. “How beautiful you are.”

Following his line of sight, you look down to see the mess that you have become. Glistening in the fire and moonlight, there is a trail of wetness that begins at your drooling hole, leading in both directions of your thighs. The druid clears his throat, and when you gaze up, you see the faintest glimmer of yellow light leave his eyes as he shakes his head. Letting go of his member, he drops down on his knees in front of you, staring at your pulsating cunt.

The heart that threatens to escape your chest follows the same rhythm between your legs. It’s craving to be touched—to be adored—and as though listening to your thoughts, Halsin leans in to give a soft kiss to your right thigh. Then your left. You look down to meet his eyes, as he meticulously drags his tongue where his lips first kiss, with enough hunger in his eyes to make you audibly moan at the sight.

 “I thought,” you gasp when he bites at your inner thigh. “I thought you said I wouldn’t have to beg.”

“No, but I will indulge in this for as long as I can,” he responds, scattering kisses in painstakingly slow fashion at the soft flesh of your thighs. He uses both hands to hold them, and with no effort on his part, sinks you lower on the stone until you are halfway lying down on your back. With legs in the air, he takes his time to study you.

You can see his hips moving rhythmically despite the control he attempts to assert, as though urging him forward. Still, he takes one hand to glide over your stomach, moving lower until it finally meets your center. You immediately hiss, pushing your head against the rock at the gentleness he offers. With two fingertips, he begins circling your clit again, while his other hand holds your leg in the air for support. 

“How warm you are,” he says, picking up the pace once he finds you are able to squirm too much for his liking. You push your pelvis forward, needing more friction. “How much warmer you will be when I spill all of myself into you until morning comes.”

Intelligent thought leaves your senses the more he speaks, you writhe and moan like a wanton sinner. This seems to please him, and so with no real warning, he slides not one but two fingers inside you. Your head raises to look between your legs, but you are met with the druid’s intense stare as he leans in to kiss your neck.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to indulge in the explosions that are firing inside your head. His teeth find their mark at your throat and he begins sucking away while his fingers pump in and out continuously, the heel of his palm slapping against your slickness with each thrust. You don’t notice when, but his other hand has found your nipple, carefully pulling at it to elicit a scream loud enough to be heard in Baldur’s Gate.

“Halsin!” you moan, incapable of saying anything else at the intensity of his ministrations. He smiles against the nape of your neck, biting before moving to kiss your lips instead. Your tongues battle—indulge—in one another’s mouths as he continues this delicious assault on your senses.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, resting his forehead against yours. You whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, noting the considerable lack of fullness he has provided.

“I need to prepare you for me,” he sighs, hands reaching out to his throbbing member once again. He lets out a moan when his soaked hand begins pumping the tip, where you now see a considerable dollop of pre-cum mixing with your juices. “Do you think you can handle three of my fingers, little one?”

His fingers were particularly attractive to you. The way he would whittle with enough dexterity to preplex you. The grip he held his staff with each time he would cast a spell. The roughness contrasting your soft skin any time he would touch any part of you. Though, he had a particular love of stuffing you with them, as you have come to find.

The beads of sweat forming at your temples coupled with the messy hair and half-opened eyelids was enough to define you as fuckdrunk, that you were sure of. Even still, you steel your will enough to nod in his direction.

“Is that a yes?” he muses, fingertips finding your clit once again.

Proud bastard, you think. Smacking your lips, you utter a simple, ‘yes’. It’s barely a whisper and you think he doesn’t register it, but quickly find out his movements are much faster than your reflexes. Three fingers push themselves inside you, and a thumb finds your clit as he continues to stretch you to what seems like impossibility. 

“Sing for me,” he sighs. “I want the spirits in these forests to awaken to the sounds of your pleasure.”

“I need you inside of me,” you mutter, mustering up enough strength to look at him again. “I want you inside of me.”

“Soon,” he assures, quickening his pace until you feel the familiar pressure pooling at your entrance. “I need you to let go first.” As though compelled to, your body releases, all manner of reason escaping you as your screams are carried by the wind of the woods. Legs trembling, you lose control of every limb as you pant, completely encased by a coating of fulfillment you thought long gone.

Halsin only watches you, whispering something your ears do not pick up. A faint buzzing interrupts all manner of sound as you relax your body until he’s able to catch you in his arms before you land on the ground. The firmness of his chest greets your cheek, where you are able to pick up his racing heartbeat.

“Are you spent for tonight?” he asks, hand sliding up your back until it reaches the back of your head.

Quickly, you shake your head. “No. I’m just… I didn’t expect this, is all,” you confess. He hums in approval, and positions you atop his thigh while still kneeling. Your leg bumps against his hardness and he hisses, praising the Oak Father’s blessings before turning to look at you.

“You’re pooling for me,” he smirks. “Had I known you were this eager, I would have done this long ago.”

In response, you begin grinding against the flexed muscle, grabbing hold of his bicep to steady your rhythm. It didn’t take long for the need to take hold, and you soon find yourself moaning as you continue moving against his thigh. You glance down to his cock, licking your lips at the sight of the dribble going down the shaft.

As though challenging him, he swiftly grabs hold of your waist, pushing you onto the cold ground with a soft thud. You lay there, blinking up at him. His hand caresses the curve of your body until it reaches your core. There, he spreads your lips apart, sighing approvingly when he hears the squelching sound of your desire for him. Using a finger to trace your cunt, he lifts it to his lips and begins licking away without breaking eye contact. 

“So tender, so delicious…” he comments, sucking his own fingers until only his spit coats them.

You attempt to shimmy, feeling the stickiness of his cock meet your folds once you move closer to him. His head drops at the contact, a growl escaping his lips when he looks down.

“Can you take me, my heart?” he questions, grabbing his member and lining himself at your entrance.

You bite your lip, taking the moment to admire the beast of a man whose cock was prodding at your entrance—tapping with feather-light touches, enough to drive you to moan.

“Yes, please,” you beg again, searching for grace in his expression—the grace that would compel him to fuck you.

He pushes slowly, enough to give you the accommodation you know you will need. Once you feel him coating himself in you is when he finally moans—deeply—slamming a hand against the dirt to restrain himself. Halsin was thickest at the top, and his mushroom-like head felt as though it split through every fiber of your being even with caution. To say you were not expecting him to split you apart so early was an understatement, but when his hand finds your clit, your wincing turns into mewing as you attempt to swallow his every inch.

Taking the time to push and pull against his cock to the same rhythm of your breaths, you find that the druid has some trouble keeping calm.

“You are a tight little thing,” he chuckles. “Let me in. Open up for me.”

His instructions help you relax enough so he can guide his tip inside you. Once there, you let out a long exhale, suddenly aware of the sweat coating your body. The chills going up your spine are soon replaced by hot flashes once he hits a particularly delicious spot on your clit and you grab a hold of his wrist with both arms, keeping him where you most desire.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he moans. “While I rather appreciate the snugness of this predicament, I would like to bury my seed deep inside you.”

To this, you only groan. Halsin uses his free hand to wrap around your throat, keeping himself steadied as he positions himself fully on top of you. With one more look, he slides himself deeper, and you wince at the size that is piercing through your core. He growls, tightening his grip on your throat as he attempts to exert some control through sheer willpower alone.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when a second wave of pleasure coats your body, and you open your mouth to scream. No sound comes, but you feel yourself loosen up completely, giving Halsin the chance to push past until he is buried to the hilt.

The pain that you momentarily feel turns into bliss. You ride the orgasm, clutching onto his wrist as you pulsate on his cock, which only encourages him to push deeper—as though he could. Any further and he would surely be inside your guts. Every ridge, every vein, every curve on his member jabs at your insides, teasing every spot deep inside you—stretching and filling you until you may just burst.

He doesn’t dare move, not yet. He heaves, chest rising and falling as he waits for you to settle. You reach up, touching the fuzziness on his muscles, tracing your hand until it reaches the side of his face. He’s warmer than you know him to be, and you smile at him reassuringly when he gives you a questioning look.

He doesn’t continue.

Instead, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground, yelping as Halsin grabs a hold of you with one arm, positioning you so that you straddle his waist while the other rests against the curve of your ass, keeping you impaled on his cock. You find the prickliness of the tree hit your back and he settles you there before pulling out completely.

The loss of contact causes you to whimper. You look down, finding him slap his member against your folds, slowly pushing between the sensitive nerves, but not enough to enter.

The sound that escapes your lips is part frustration, part eagerness. The arm holding you up is firm, keeping you steadied with no effort whatsoever.

“You have no idea,” he sighs once he traps his tip between your folds. “How much I wish you rut into you. To fill you.”

“So do it,” you provoke, rolling your hips until you feel your entrance beginning to consume him. “I need you to cum inside of me.”

Halsin snarls and straightens you both, hitching you higher until he finds a comfortable spot. With one push, he settles inside you, slowly bouncing you—breasts jerking in tandem with his thrusts. You note his stare and fist his hair, pulling him forward until he captures a nipple into his mouth. Sucking away, you moan at the intensity building inside you for a third time.

Your clit feels sensitive, as though a bruise being rubbed continuously. The only reason your legs are managing to hold is because of his grip, otherwise you are certain they have gone numb. But Halsin shows no mercy, reddening the flesh with his love bites, creating a line until they reach your throat. You feel his fingertips digging into your skin, but whatever pain you will feel tomorrow is nothing in comparison to the euphoria that’s electrifying you. His thrusts become sloppy, hips hitting against yours as he mutters something incomprehensible.

“Take me,” he commands.

Two strokes.

“All of me.”

Three more strokes.

“By the Oak—”

He doesn’t finish his words. A gushing of hotness overwhelms your cunt, as thick, spurts of cum cover your insides. You feel it hitting your most sensitive parts, coating you until you feel the urge to also release. He slams a hand next to you when he stills, bursting with enough seed that you feel certain would plug you entirely. Glancing where his cock meets your core, you see some of it spill out, dropping on the mud between the druid’s legs.

Halsin leans forward until your foreheads touch once again, heaving from the exhaustion that surely has taken hold by now. You push against him, encouraging him to move and allow you room to land on your feet—or at least try to. With a wobble, you balance, spreading your legs until you’re certain you won’t topple over.

The looming figure in front of you suddenly lowers, and you watch him kneel between your legs, focusing intently on your stomach. He presses a kiss there, before saying, “This is good, but not exactly what I had in mind,” he taps against the softness. “I need to fill your belly until it swells completely, full of my cum.”

A shiver runs up your spine. With a finger, he reaches for your entrance, as though examining you. He tuts. “It seems I have my work cut out for me, little one,” he laughs. “Keeping you stuffed is what I intend to do for the rest of our nights together.”

[kurishiri]

24 . . . “ service, pleasure, and the exposed mirror ”

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— cw: awkwardly translated smut; will put the nsfw scene in between dividers!

—— BG: Alfons’ room, with the cloth of the mirror covered ——

(Ah...)

His fragrance became more prominent then.

The moment I felt that, my body felt hot.

Alfons: You won’t say something like how you’ll hold back tonight, will you?

The one who was supposed to be ‘holding back’ was me.

That was my intention, at least...

Kate: ngh——...hah, ahh...

Our lips met, and the moment his hands started to trace my body,

I felt more sensitive than I had ever felt before, and panicking at my reaction to that, I raised my voice.

Kate: ——ah, wait—

But, the voice that slipped out of me served as nothing but spice to heighten the mood.

After all, my body was saying otherwise, that it didn’t want to ‘wait.’

The way he fondled my breasts was more than enough.

And how he lifted my skirt to caress my thighs was all that was needed.

(It feels hot... in all the places Alfons touches...)

The tips of my breasts and below my stomach felt so hot it almost hurt as they throbbed in anticipation.

Alfons: Aha... did you feel that even more than usual with how long it’s been?

Kate: ...m...hm...

I tried my hardest to nod——and his lips curved up in a crescent shape.

Kate: ah...

As though I were sent flying, I collapsed on the bed and he took off my clothes in a careless motion.

Whenever Alfons made love to me, he was always gentle like he was comforting or lulling me——

So when I thought about how this was different from the times we did it up until now, that was enough to fill me with excitement and make my body feel even more hot.

Kate: haa... hah... ah—

Alfons: Ahh... it really is the case. I haven’t even touched aaanywhere on you,

A: but see, your nipples, and here as well, they’re quite swollen now.

Kate: Eek—

When his fingers mischievously flicked that point between my legs, my back jumped.

Then, he lifted my legs like my body was folding——

Alfons: Can you see it? See, it’s twitching here, like it’s begging for me to put it in quickly.

Kate: no...

Alfons: But what a pickle, indeed. At this rate I fear you won’t be able to give me any service.

As though teasing me, those fingers tickled and fondled with that wet spot.

(I want Alfons to touch me more.)

It was just as Alfons said: I wanted his heat deep in me.

(But... at this rate I will be the only one feeling good, and I don’t want that.)

(This time, for sure...)

I don’t want to be the only one drowning in these convenient pleasures. I wanted Alfons to feel good too.

Kate: I... I will do it... the service...

Alfons: I hear you, but I wonder if you will be able to hold yourself back at this rate, yes?

Kate: I can... because... I want you to feel good too, Alfons.

Alfons: ...And how will you do that?

(‘How... will I do that’...)

When it came to the pleasurable type of ‘service,’ I only had Alfons as an example.

(The things that Alfons... did to me.)

Pushing my hand behind me down to try to lift myself up, Alfons let go of my legs, which he had been supporting.

Most of his clothes were still on and not much of a mess, but then, I reached out to his pants.

I was clumsy and slow taking off his belt, though, and I heard laughter from above.

Alfons: ...Is this your way of teasing?

Kate: ...

As he teased my clumsiness, I felt embarrassment stirring within me as finally, his pants loosened.

And when I saw his cock supported tightly by his undergarments, I suddenly felt a lot more aware of what I was going to try to do, and I let out a sound from my throat.

But I rid those feelings away as I pulled them down and held his cock.

Alfons: ...!

(...It’s hot...)

I slowly leaned in——and touched it with the tip of my tongue.

Kate: mn...

Alfons: ...hehe, Kate...

A: Just who did you learn such a naughty way to use your tongue from...?

When I looked up, Alfons was looking at me.

The hot breaths he let out, his relaxed eyes, his flushed cheeks... I felt so happy seeing how he was racing.

(Right now, I’m making Alfons feel good...)

A feeling of happiness I hadn’t felt before filled my heart.

(And I want to make him feel even better. To make up for the times he made me feel good, and many times more...)

Kate: mm... I’m just doing it... like you have done...

Alfons: Hah... so you took even that... as an example?

I covered it in saliva, licked it, and sometimes in a bout of mischief I would rub it more with my tongue,

and when I saw him react, I would fondle with it and tease there over and over——

I had always been the one taking it in, so I felt I could go crazy from the pleasure of giving to him.

Even though I was the one giving, I couldn’t help but remember the times when he would fondle with me,

and the wet and sticky fluid from within me wouldn’t stop overflowing.

I wanted to touch him, and make him feel good.

I wanted us to feel the pleasure, together.

Alfons: ngh, haa... ahh... Kate...

Kate: mn... ngh... hm...?

Alfons: Such a lewd face you’re making, aren’t you?

He caressed my cheeks with both his hands and lifted my face up.

The heat within me withdrew, and I felt I was forgetting myself to the point of feeling lonely.

Alfons: ...I suppose the fault of you being able to make such a face lies with me, no?

Kate: ...No, that’s... not it.

K: It’s because... I’m doing it with you... that it feels good...

Alfons: ... (O_O)

A: ...hehe, so I see.

A: At this point, the fault lies with nothing and no one then.

He stole my lips, wettened from saliva and other things.

And I didn’t even have time to process that I was pushed down onto the bed——when his cock penetrated me.

Kate: ah—— ...!?

Just like that, the pleasure came back to me in one go.

Alfons: ...haa... so tight... did you come a little, perhaps?

Kate: ngh, ah, ah, ahh...!

I knew he knew, but it would seem he had no intention of stopping.

He thrust within me, hitting the place where I felt the most pleasure,

and the height of it came right back again, making me dizzy.

Kate: ah, Al...Alfons...

K: I-it feels... it feels weird... ah, ahh——

Alfons: ——haa, hehe, and do you dislike that?

Kate: ha... haa...

Alfons’ eyes as he looked down at me seemed to melt with happiness.

(...!)

And when I saw that, pleasure ran through my spine, and the root of my mind throbbed sweetly.

Kate: ...n-no...I don’t...dislike it...

Alfons: Indeed, as I know you so very love things that feel good, yes?

Kate: No... I just like you, Alfons.

K: It’s because I’m doing it with you... that it feels... good... ah, mnn—

Alfons: Then, let’s make even more of a mess of each other...

A: So much so, you might go crazy from loneliness when I’m not in you.

A: By all means, go so crazy you might break, Kate.

With our bodies tangled together, he went on top of me,

and we melted in each other’s warmth so deeply, indeed, I may have really become broken——

—— Time skip ——

Kate: I don’t want to take a single step out of the bed today...

Alfons: Oh you poor soul, just who might have rendered my most darling plaything like this, I wonder?

Kate: ...Could it be, you’ve been really holding back up until now...?

Alfons: Hehe... well, I wanted nothing more than to make you feel good then, you see.

One could interpret those words as yesterday having been different from the other times, and I couldn’t help but feel happy about that.

After all, I could still feel his heat within my body... and that was the first time I had felt that way.

Kate: ...Won’t you take the cloth off that mirror?

Still laying on the bed, I suddenly saw the large mirror, covered by a cloth.

Alfons: Cloth? Ahh... you mean that?

The reason why everything in this room was so impeccably neat——

I had thought it may be because he didn’t want to leave a single mark of anyone having had resided here behind.

(Well, that’s just what I think at least...)

(...but, probably, I’m sure I hit the mark.)

‘Nobody had lived here at all. It was always an empty room.’

The unused mirror would leave such a message to anyone who found this room after he disappeared.

That was the creed he put into it.

It was his justice, just as it was his evil. But——

Kate: ...When I leave this room, it’s embarrassing when I’m a mess, so...

K: Please let me use that mirror.

Alfons: Indeed... if you don’t mind doing naughty things before the mirror, then by all means, be my guest.

Kate: Wh...!? W-what naughty play...?

Alfons: Why of course, what else would I mean but having it show how your expression seemed to melt with lewdness, or how you fondled it with your ton——

Kate: O-okay, I get it now! You don’t need to explain any more!

Making me remember all those shameless things, I pressed both hands on his mouth in a panic.

Because it was Alfons, were I to take off that cloth, I felt we really would do such a thing.

(And at those times... I will definitely feel so embarrassed I want to run away... but won’t be able to turn him down...)

(...But...)

Kate: ...Even so, it’s fine, so... you can take the cloth off.

Alfons: Are you sure?

A: If your body starts aching before that mirror, then it won’t be on me then.

A: ...That said, someday you will come to forget that was my fault.

Kate: ...hehe.

All of a sudden, I let out a laugh.

Alfons: ...? ( ౦ ‸ ౦ )

Kate: You’ve already rendered my body so hopeless without you.

K: So, at this point, adding one or two of your marks won’t change anything.

(Fill my memories with those of you.)

(That’s what I plan to do——carve me with marks of you so much, there is no way they could ever be lost.)

Alfons: ...You...

A: Truly——what a fool you are.

That day, the cloth was removed from the large mirror.

——All that said, a lot of things happened in the process, and as I clung onto the cloth, it slipped, or something like that, I suppose...

—— BG: Alfons’ room, with the cloth of the mirror exposed ——

Let’s just say, the only one privy to the finer points was the mirror.

to be continued…

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hello! I love all of your Aemond fics. They are 😩👌 I have a request that’s been on my mind. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, I understand. Could I please request Aemond x wife!reader where Aemond has a breeding kink? Thank you!

Thank you so much! I hope this tickles your pickle.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1300

It has been a week since Helaena gave birth to Maelor and she is finally feeling rested enough to entertain visitors that aren’t either Aegon or Alicent.

Aemond’s wife has been giddy with excitement since the news of the birth, eager to meet her precious little nephew.

She rocks baby Maelor in her arms, cooing softly to him as he gurgles and clenches his tiny fists. Helaena reclines on the couch in the solar, watching on with a smile.

Jaehaera and Jaehaerys run shrieking around the room, hands sticky from lemon cakes and voices shrill with the high of an afternoon of sweet treats.

She laughs as they cling to her skirts, not minding the residue their mucky fingers leave behind.

Aemond stands stoic as ever near the doorway, his expression unreadable. She wishes more than anything that he would interact with the children; play with the twins, even offer to hold the babe for the briefest of moments. However, ever since they began their short visit he has stood like a statue, his gaze not shifting from her the entire time.

Perhaps he doesn't like children? The thought makes her sad. They have only been wed for three months, yet she is desperate to be with child. It's not like they haven't been trying, but she is beginning to wonder if perhaps her husband is going through the motions purely out of a sense of duty and has no real interest in being a father.

"You must be excited to have children of your own soon." Helaena says, oblivious to the tenseness she feels towards her husband.

She gives a tight lipped smile, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on the infant she's cradling. "Yes, if the Seven see fit to bless us, I would love to have children."

The sound of a throat being cleared draws her attention back to Aemond. He stares at her with an intensity that makes her feel peculiar; a combination of guilt, embarrassment and something that swirls hot in her lower belly that she cannot quite define.

Has she said something out of turn? Is he angry with her? Perhaps he is squeamish at the thought of his sister being privy to the details of their marriage. How foolish of her.

“Dearest wife, I think it is time we took our leave.” Aemond says, his voice cool and even.

“But we have barely spent an hour with your sister and the children, can’t we-”

“I said I think it’s time we took our leave.” Aemond repeats, interrupting her. His tone does not change, though there is clear enough indication that there is no room for argument.

She sighs, handing Maelor back to Helaena with an apologetic smile.

Aemond steps aside from the doorway, gesturing for her to exit first before following her out.

They are not ten paces from the solar when she gasps as she is turned and pressed against the wall. She can feel the evidence of Aemond’s arousal pressed against her thigh.

“What are y-mmph!”

Her question is cut off by Aemond pressing his lips firmly against hers, engaging her in a kiss that is far beyond the realm of public decency. She is breathless and wide-eyed when he eventually pulls back. The blue iris of his right eye is almost eclipsed by the dilation of his pupil. She finally sees the way he has been looking at her for the last hour for what it actually is; lust.

“You will make a wonderful mother.” He whispers, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

She blushes at his words, her skin growing warm, she stares up at him doe-eyed. “What’s gotten into you?”

He raises a hand, fingertips ghosting a trail along her jawline and down the column of her throat. “Seeing you with Maelor today...I want so badly to give you a child of our own, fuck you full of my seed and watch it take root. You’d look so pretty all round and soft, a walking display of what I’ve done to you, what I’ve put inside of you.”

She swallows thickly at the crassness of his words, but there is no denying the arousal that pools between her legs as a result of them. Her only response is a whimper as he continues to loom over her.

Aemond pulls away, taking her by the hand and leading her wordlessly towards their marital chambers.

No sooner is the door closed and bolted than Aemond is upon her, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, kissing her so hard she fears her lips will bruise. He walks her back towards the bed, guiding her down upon it, before hastily bunching her skirts around her hips and plucking at her smallclothes.

Her chest heaves with excitement as she watches him, she has never seen her husband so animated. “Should we not undress fully?”

“I’m not waiting a moment longer to have you.” He responds huskily, working open his trousers.

He runs his digits through the wetness of her folds, before spreading the resulting slick over the length of his erect cock. They groan in unison at the stretch of his intrusion as he pushes inside.

“Gods...your cunt...surely it was crafted by The Mother herself.” He grits out, stilling and allowing her to adjust to the size of him.

She begins to grind her hips against his, desperate for him to move now she is relaxed enough to accommodate him comfortably inside of her.

He takes her completely by surprise when he grabs her by the bend of her knees, pushing them up and back towards her shoulders. For a moment she worries her husband has grossly misjudged her flexibility until he begins to thrust. She has never felt him this far within her before and it sends shockwaves coursing through her abdomen with every piston of his hips.

“I overheard a maester saying that this is the best way to ensure the seed quickens.” Aemond tells her. “Do you feel how deep I am?”

She nods, squealing as he presses his chest flush with the underside of her thighs, driving his hips forward over and over again. The sensation is too much. She clings desperately to his shoulders to ground herself.

“You aren’t allowed to peak.” He growls, gripping her jaw and forcing her to look at him. “Do you hear me? The ceaseless clenching forces what I spend inside of you back out, and I won’t have it go to waste.”

The head of him is battering a spot deep within her that causes her eyes to roll back and her toes to curl, yet she staves off the apex of her pleasure, stammering out a “Y-yes, Aemond.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, his strokes becoming sloppy as he nears his end. “This isn’t about your pleasure, it’s about me fucking you as many times as it takes for you to give me an heir, and you’ll lay there and take it, like an obedient little wife.”

He stills, pulsating inside of her as he fills her up with a low groan.

She is trembling, light headed and legs aching from the position Aemond has kept her in. 

He runs a hand over her lower belly, before pulling out and standing to shed the clothing he has left on. He pauses with a scowl when he notices her try to move.

“You are to stay exactly as you are until I’m ready to take you once more.” He scolds. “I will keep you full of me today, consider any prior engagements of yours cancelled.”

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[bellrose]

Pretty Phone in Pink

This little piece was born from @elusivewildflower "What if you had that Barbie phone as a burner phone", and my silly edition of "What if Court gave you a burner phone but it is a Barbie phone." The phone in question. This turned out more feels-y than silly, but oh well.

Summary: It's customary for Court to dissapear for weeks on end, only to re-appear the least you expect it. Sometimes you wished he would be more transparent on his wereabouts, if not to cease your worrying but to hear his voice when you miss him most. This time Court comes home with a solution to that.

Court Gentry x gender neutral reader

Warnings: implied injured!Court

Word count: 626

Court looked a bit sheepish when he handed you the box. As if he regretted not bundling it in some obnoxious wrapping paper, glitter and a bow on top. An image of a battered Court Gentry folding the creases of some papery design around the gift while laying low in some shithole or another made you stifle a chuckle. And a little tickle in your stomach.

The box was carton, no labels, very much very nondescript. Like a giddy child on Christmas morning you tore the tape off. Another box inside, gleaming plastic. A pink box.

“What-” you started, then paused. It was a phone. A pink phone. A Barbie phone. “You got me a phone.”

“Yes,” Court answered, pushing himself off the kitchen counter. Every movement a bit halted, as if every shift of his muscles was carefully considered, which they probably were.

Court was a master in pretending and you had no idea what kind of injury he was hiding underneath that hoodie. You asked, of course, when he dragged himself into your apartment through the fire escape looking every bit like a wet cat who got the cream upon your reaction to his sudden appearance.

You knew where he had been, or well, not exactly where but you knew he had been gone for the past week doing whatever Court did when he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the dregs of burnt coffee in your favourite mug. A Barbie mug with a chip in the ear and the print of Skipper faded from the many journeys through the dishwasher.

His mug now, but that was one of the things that had been left unspoken.

As much as Court kept his activities guarded from your scrutiny - though he would atone for those sins later when you dragged him into the bathroom to examine, as there was more to WikiHow than ‘how to be a mermaid’ - now his face was like an open book.

Court could speak so much without uttering one word. Sometimes you wanted to punch him for it. His honest affection and the maelstrom of feelings that lit a blush on your cheeks. The implication of the gift was clear.

“I thought you said,” you paused, cleared your throat. Too loud in the kitchen. “That it would be safer for me not to contact you when you…” Are busy trying not to get shot at.

Court winced.

“You can use it as a burner phone,” he said, holding your gaze. “I know the last few months have been hard on you. On us. And- I didn’t want you to be in danger, not anymore.”

From the front pouch of his hoodie, he pulled out a sturdy flip phone. Unlike the screaming pink, it was a slate grey. It reminded you of the Nokia’s of your youth. Inconspicuous and seemingly indestructible. Like him.

“Next time I’m gone,” he held up the phone, “You can call me, and I’ll try to answer.” Then he smirked. “Unless you aren’t interested in a bed time story.”

You rolled your eyes. “If it involves another rant on pickles, please do spare me.” “Hm, what’s wrong with counting pickles instead of sheep?”

You set the box down on the dinner table and took a step forward, crowding his space. “Thank you. I know this must be difficult for you.”

“I imagine not as difficult as having to worry if I’d ever come back to you at all,” he said, voice low in a whisper.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yes.”

You carded your fingers through his fringe, still wet from the rain outside. Tracing your thumb down his temple, over his cheek, resting just underneath his lower lip. The stubble scratching your skin.

“Tell me another story.”

Is the Barbie movie canon in The Gray Man movie-verse? Perhaps.

Thank you for reading

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 5 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

You are this close. This close to having a breakdown.

Who the hell flirts and says ‘are you hungry for food or something else,’ and invites you in for actual food. 

And, you think as you consider jamming the chopsticks into your eyes, why the hell did you follow him into his home. Do you have no sense of propriety especially after what an asshole Gun has been?

Are you so overcome with horniness that you abandon all standards?

Yeah Gun Park might be hot. Maybe even the hottest thing you have ever seen. 

Too bad he is rotten. A- a… 

Douche, your brain offers and you slump at the impact of the word, like a bang that just fizzles out, missing the mark. You were hoping for the most aggressive curses known to man. But yeah. He is a douche. A douchebag. 

Who the hell has black eyes. Who wears sunglasses indoors. Who does he think he is.

You know what? Fuck it. 

You will not be intimidated by his home. All clean lines and pretentious.

Clearly lacking a personality, just like him.

If he has invited you for food. You will eat. You will eat him out of house and home and gorge yourself until your stomach bursts.

With gusto, you tuck into the food laid out before you. Just about enough for two people if they had small appetites.

Douche. You swallow down a mouthful of bibimbap.

Douchebag. And inhale the pickled radish.

Asshole. You take a swig of the sharing bottle of Coca Cola. 

.

.

By the time that Gun comes out, he’s staring at a few stray clumps of rice.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” you give him the biggest grin you can. Ha, that’ll teach him.

With a shrug, he takes out his phone, taps a few more times then tucks it away into his pocket.

“More food is on the way.”

Oh. Your grin turns into a grimace, “...Thanks.”

.

.

Waiting for the next food delivery is painful.

The minutes slog by. Seems to slow down even more when Gun takes a seat at the dining table opposite you. Observing you with those sharp black eyes.

Gun doesn’t speak.

He hardly finds that he needs to in most situations, preferring to let the silence settle and permeate. Grow uncomfortable until fools find the need to fill it. Spilling more than they intended.

“So,” you lean back into your seat and cross your arms, “Gun Park?”

“...”

“That’s your name, right?”

“Yes.”

“Gun Park,” you repeat again, testing the way the words sound on your tongue. Huh. It’s not as repulsive as you thought it would be.

“Y/N,” he says, and you jolt at the fact he knows who you are.

“How do you know?”

“I looked up who you are,” He says casually, like everyone just looks up random people, “I was curious.”

Oh yeah. Sure, that explains it. 

“What did you find?”

Gun rattles off statements about you. Reduces your life down to a few lines and facts and dates. Punctuates it with, “That was all the PI could find.”

“Private investigator?” You hear your voice getting higher with each syllable. The ‘-tor’ is shrill.

“...”

“You said you looked me up! I thought you meant on social or something! AISH!” You flop back into your seat and click your tongue at Gun, who seems tickled at your reaction.

Seriously. Who is this guy anyway. This sounds like some rich Chaebol shit, which… tracks. 

You glance around at his clothes, his stinking rich aura, the apartment that would be described as minimalist and never sparse or empty.

“Y/N.” Gun says again, this time he’s the one that’s testing out your name. He thinks of your furious eyes, the foot jammed between the door, all the times you flipped him off and finds he can’t help accompanying it with a small smile.

Oh.

All your anger and exasperation evaporates with that smile. Not a smirk, not mocking. 

His face lights up and transforms. Eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, a ghost of a dimple on his cheeks. It takes years off him, looking more boyish.

Damn, he is handsome.

.

.

Gun finds out very little else about you. 

At least, nothing that answers what he wanted to know.

As he eats, you ramble something about college and your family and friends. Moan about your sink. Talk a little about how odd it is to have money. To buy what you want but you still can’t bring yourself too.

He finds he doesn’t mind your words. Voice pleasing and warm, seeping into his skin.

And as you grow comfortable, gesticulating and body growing easy - Gun can’t recall ever having shared a meal with someone in his home. 

Can’t recall sitting with someone else in their company like this.

.

.

Silence settles, this time amenable, almost pleasant. Any annoyance long expired.

You notice the kitchen stove is spotless to the point of unused.

“Have you even used that?”

“Never.”

“So you just order takeout all the time?”

“When I’m home, yes.”

“You can’t cook?”

“I prefer spending my time doing other things.”

“Like what?”

Gun gives you another smile, this time teasing.

Your breath catches in your throat and your stupid traitorous heart pounds.

.

.

Over the weeks, as you cook you find the portion sizes growing infinitesimally.

It gets to the point that there’s enough for another portion left over and then some.

Huh. Will you fancy that.

.

.

The most difficult thing is getting Gun to thaw.

Because once he thaws and warms to you, he himself melts into a puddle surprisingly quickly.

Getting past those walls? Worming your way under his skin and finding a heart there? Nigh on impossible.

Actually statistically impossible, never been done before.

Saying that. He's never had such a constant, harmless presence in his life before too.

Someone that doesn't want anything from him or expect anything either. Doesn't know who he is, and accepts what they see.

There is no exchange of power. Barely even any exchange of words.

Gun finds with you, there's no ulterior motive.

If there's never any danger in the first place, then the walls don't need to be built as high.

.

.

Each time you see him, he's a little less frosty. The curt nod developing into a ‘Morning’ or ‘Evening’. Or when he’s in a particular good mood - ‘Hello’.

You continue flipping him off on the odd occasion and he stills the gesture, not used to the disrespect. (Who would even dare to do that to Gun Park especially if they want to keep their finger.)

Then he huffs, a tiny and subtle exhale and the briefest quirk of the lips. But it's there.

And so. You build up your confidence.

.

.

“Here,” you hold out a tupperware to Gun that he receives with thanks and little rebuttal.

By the next morning, or a few days after that, you always get your container back. Left on your doorstep with a sticky note and a messy scrawl.

‘thanks’

‘this was good’

‘more salt’

‘i dont like cilantro��

‘you should make this again’

‘too much garlic’

Even the criticism perks on your day. 

It becomes something you look forward to each morning. You keep the notes, hiding them away in a drawer.

The handwriting that initially is almost illegible you can now read with ease.

[asleepygeorgian]

WTTT as stuff I hear/seen at school pt. 3

Washington: Listen...I'm not gay....I'm just...elegantly fruity

Oregon:....

Oregon: So gay?

Washington: Basically

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West Virginia: THERES A HUGE, TALL BLACK MAN CHASING MEEEEEE

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Georgia: Alright lil bro, quit talking to me

Alabama: BRo-ll tideee

Georgia: You think you're so funny

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Hawaii: Lowkey nah but lowkey tho.. *does some gestures*

Florida: FOR REALLLL

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Ohio: Say the hard r rn

Minnesota: *says the n-word*

Ohio: your white...

Minnesota: And?

Michigan: Respect

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Texas: Number 6 is crazyyyy

Georgia: stfu

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Maryland: Pookie Wookie Dookie

Virginia: Yes Kitten?

Pennsylvania: Oh my fuckin' god...GO GET ON DISCORD

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*Illinois walking up happily to Wisconsin*

Illinois: Kys ^v^

*everyone bursting out with laughter*

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Vemont: Gov said we're having a pickle party if we pass this little quiz thing

Also Vermont: Ima go tickle everyone's pickle at this party

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*Wyoming casually eating his pickle*

*Florida and Louisiana literally sucking on the pickle in front of him*

Wyoming: YALL NASTY-

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Alaska: Okay so this might seem crazy what I'm bout to say....

CDC: What?

Alaska: I can't fit in that desk

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New Jersey:...why those fifth graders were kinda bad?

New York: Nah- you nastyyy

Maine: Nah it's true but....what about fourth graders

New York: Nah Nah Nah, ya'll tweaking now

Mass: Just think....Kindergartners

New York: WHAT THE HELL???????????????

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DC: Okay think, what does light do for you to see yourself in the mirror?

Mississippi: Absorb :D

DC: No-

Mississippi: Wait no.....diffract!

DC: No...'Sippi...no...

Mississippi: :[

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Missouri: Ima milk you

Kansas: Bet go ahead

Oklahoma: Get away from meeeee

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California: WELL I DONT MIND IF THE WORLD SPINS FASTER

Utah: THE MUSICS LOUDER- (Colorado: LOUDDD)

Montana: THE WAVES GET STRONGER (Wyoming: OHHHHHH)

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(No I'm not okay- save me from this place)

[newtonsheffield]

I want to see Tharman in trouble with his parents for not telling them about Mary! Grandpa and grandma Sharma were the gift I didn’t know I needed!!

Happy New Year Molly!

Oh Poor Tharman. He got himself into such a pickle. He didn't tell his parents about Mary because he thought Mary was bound to come to her senses sooner rather than later and he didn't want his Mum making a big deal out of the fact he was dating again. And to be fair, he didn't think he was going to be getting engaged when he went over there, he didn't think he'd been spending thousands of pounds on this ring either,

He's had a stressful few days

Tharman knew he'd made a mistake the second he opened the door. And he'd had such a good morning. He really had. He'd woken up with Mary tucked against him, both of them still warm and sated from last night and instead of the panic he thought he'd feel in his chest at being engaged to his girlfriend of four months, all he felt was satisfaction. As though something in his life had clicked into place. He'd felt the same, watching Mary with Kate this morning, watching Mary walk with Kate standing on her feet and his daughter giggling happily into the hall to see him off to get eggs. He'd whistled all the way there and back, even when Gary behind the counter had blinked.

"You're cheery this morning." He'd drawled, "Where's your little hellcat?"

"She's at home." Tharman had said, dropping chocolates on the counter at random along with his eggs. "With my new fiancée. I got engaged yesterday."

"Congrats, man." Gary whistled, "Excited for you."

"Yeah, me too. Mary's great."

He'd whistled all the way home, humming happily. Right up until he'd thrown open the front door of the flat and seen his mother, tugging Mary back into the kitchen. Mary's eyes were wide her hand twisted in the front of the King's college shirt she'd tugged from his dresser this morning as her tongue tangled with his and her hair had tickled his nose

"Oh Fuck!"

His mother's eyes shot to his spinning around while Mary waved awkwardly at her side. "Yes! Do not cuss at me Tharman! You're in rather a lot of trouble young man, get inside!"

He shot forward scampering after Mary and his mother.

"I'm so sorry! Mary, I love you!" He hissed at her, "God, please don't split up with me, I got you a double-decker!"

Mary blinked bemusedly back at him, "Well if you got me a double-decker I suppose we're locked in for life."

"I like this one, Tharman." His mother chuckled,

"Now, Son," His Dad said as he turned the corner, Kate sitting on his knee, her legs swinging, grinning up at him.

"Papa! You're back! Can you start on the pancakes? I was so good, you can ask Mary. Right, Mary?" Kate called, lining up the sweets his father had given her already on the table.

"You were great, sweetheart," Mary said gently, kissing Kate on the forehead, the scene making a lump rise in Tharman's throat.

"Son, why were you hiding this lovely girl from us?" His father smiled, patting the seat beside him, while his mother pushed on Mary's shoulders until she sat.

"I wasn't hiding her from you, exactly." He swallowed. "And Appa, can you please not give Katie sweets? it's 7:30 in the morning."

"But she's such a sweetheart." His father said, kissing her on the forehead. "She said Please Poppy, and what was I supposed to say?"

"You used to tell me Broccoli was sweeties." Tharman sighed dryly.

"Do not change the conversation!" His mother hissed. "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone. Can I not even be trusted with that? Am I so ridiculous that I can't be trusted with this information? Were you not going to invite us to the wedding? Do I need to call your sister?"

Tharman sighed, "Please don't get Im down here."

"In Tharm's defence," Mary said gently, "I asked him to marry me a little... spontaneously yesterday. He had no idea."

His mother softened, turning towards Mary, "Mary, darling, you don't have to cover for him."

"That's true though!" He said a little indignantly.

His mother sighed, "Oh throwing your wife under the bus. Tharman."

"Bad move, Son."

"I was going to tell you?"

"After I died?!"

"Amma, you and I both know you intend to never die so, that'd be pretty impossible." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"For the last time, Tharman, Someone has to be the first person to live to 200: Why not me?"

And god help him, he caught Mary's eye, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

[amchara]

Trick or treat~ (for TSC)🎃

Hello!

Most of my recent TSC thoughts have been half-formed post Chain of Thorns ideas - so may I offer this snippet of a potentially dead-in-the-water Gracetopher fic, which is erm- not the happiest but in theme with the spooky, beyond the grave side of Halloween.

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Grace opened her eyes. The sky was a soft blue, shot through with wispy gold clouds. She took a deep breath and for the first time in months, the stomach-churning scent of burnt tyres, leaking gas mains and damp that had permeated London for months had cleared from her nostrils.

No wailing air sirens. 

Instead, there was a faint whistling song that was growing closer. 

Grass blades tickled the backs of her calves as she sat up. The evening raid had happened so swiftly she hadn’t time to pull on her nylons before droning sounds had her scrambling to the shelter. 

Grace searched her last memories before she woke up. A little boy’s sobs as he clung to his mother, terrified. The almost melodic distant, shattering glass, and the percussive feel of bombs falling ever closer. Until the final scream and percussive shockwave that had pulled the air from her lungs, a crushing vice.  

She had survived close calls before but…Grace let out a slow exhale as she pulled the pieces together. 

Funny, she thought, lifting her eyes towards the horizon, she hadn’t expected the afterlife to look like Hyde Park on a spring day. And then she stilled, her fingers grasping in her dress as she recognised the figure in front of her.

He set the enormous picnic basket to the side and crouched down.  

It had been so many long years ago but Christopher’s gentle smile was ever the same. 

“Hullo Grace,” he said. 

“Hello, Christopher,” she replied faintly. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” he told her, and there was an endearing tilt to his head, as he took gauge of her expression. “Rotten luck that but uh. Well, I brought us a picnic.”

Grace nodded. She helped him unpack it, pulling out bottles of cold lemonade and ginger beer, pickled eggs, ham and chicken sandwiches, a Victorian sponge and a small case of lemon tarts. Grace’s mouth watered. They had been on rationing since early winter, and it had been months since she’d had proper cake. 

“I wasn’t sure I’d be allowed here,” she said, her eyes watering as she recovered from a particularly fiery mouthful of ginger beer. She gestured around the idyllic landscape. “That I’d done enough.”

He was quiet beside her, before setting down his lemon tart. The kind, inquisitive look behind his glasses loosened something behind her heart, as violet eyes gazed into hers. “Grace. You know it was never about atonement, don’t you?” 

She looked down, tracing patterns on the brightly striped picnic blanket, the faded scar from the missing Voyance rune still visible, before his hand closed over hers. Unlike others, he didn’t try to squeeze it or stroke, and she remembered with a heartwrench the delicate way they had worked together, all those years ago. 

She let out a shuddering sigh. “I did know that. But I doubted it at times,” she confessed. “It… was hard.”

“But you made your way,” he reminded her.  

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(Ask me for a Halloween writing treat)

[lqfiles]

mark is fucking stupid 😭😭 “that tickled your pickle” LMAOO had me letting out one of those dad chuckles

“SCREW HAECHAN’S EX-GF” we all scream in unison

and the way y/n reassures haechan after because she feels bad still 😭 I LOVE HER (also it’s so funny to me how we just say “y/n” or “her” bc… y/n is us… ITS ALL OF US 😈 hehe but i just imagine someone completely different bc that’s how well you create characters)

ALSO “EVERY GIRL IS SINISTER AND EVIL EXCEPT FOR YOU” BRO SHUT UPPP 😭 ITS GOT ME FEELING EVEN MORE THINGS

“you’re so cute” haechan is gone 😭 mf is already in love and has been omg

THANK YOU FOR UPDATING BEAUTIFUL PERSON and it’s nice to see that you want to learn spanish!! again, my spanish is more spain-ish since my family is guatemalan so i’ll do my best to teach you!!

and yes, btw, the saying “no puedo vivir sin ti” (i cant live without you) can be said in a toxic way. just like how it can be said in english. it’s mostly because of the tone and it can be said harsher and in an argument if a character is threatening to leave. so yes, there’s non-toxic and toxic 🫡

lessons for today, more cute things:

te agradezco mucho = basically “thank you” or “i appreciate you so much”

gracias por estar aquí = thank you for being here

mi alma = my soul (i think i said this already but im typing it down bc it’s cute hehe)

eres mía = you’re mine (in a non-toxic way again) (also, there’s this Spanish song by romeo santos and it’s called “eres mía” bc i think the girl is cheating on her fiancé with him and he’s like basically singing “on your wedding day, i’ll tell your husband through laughs that the lady he loves is lent to him because you’re still mine” crazy ass song… i had no reason to sing it at as a child 🧍🏻‍♀️

te amo con toda mi alma = i love you with all of my soul

te amo con todo mi ser = i love you with my entire being

but i hope you’re doing so good!! thank you for every update you post! you deserve all good things 🤍

- 🫧

LOLLL he is stupidly goofy in ptp i honestly adore it 😣 real mark would never say that but for the sake of the story 🤫 also yes FUCK HER!!! the reason behind his trust issues like now haechan thinks every girl he talks to for more than a month wants him for jaehyun🤦🏽‍♀️

I LITERALLY DO TOO y/n is NAWT me it’s like an oc that isn’t an oc ygm? i just love how we all unanimously agree that she isn’t us but also accept that the whole point is thw she is us LMAOOO anyways she is such a cutiebear my aegipie we will protect you from the evil that is haechan and yangyang

i honestly need to hear this saying in spanish because the saying itself is already something.. heavy? yk? and IM GONNA LOCK IN AND WATCH YOUTUBE VIDEOS TO START MY SPANISH LEARNINF SKILLS don’t be surprised if i come to you and start my convos in spanish… te agradezco muchos! also eres mia WOAHHH why did that make me feel smth.. eres mía haechan 👀 AND AGDJDHSJDHKW THE SONG WOAHHHH THAT IS SO… again that made me feel smth ngl 🤦🏽‍♀️

i’ve been doing well thanks and thank YOU for the spanish lesson 🇬🇹 how have you been?? hope its been good TAKE CARE QUEEN!!!

[rainbowchaox]

i gotta do it, team rancher

(also if it tickles your fancy, maybe some scarian?)

The Ranchers 💚💛❤️

Whose the cuddler?: Look I be honest both are. I will say that Tango is more open about wanting cuddles and maybe even more PDA stuff. But Jimmy quickly gets used to being ok with wanting cuddles all the time. (Me holding fanon Jimmy with touch starvation). So yes I think Tango starts the affection but Jimmy soon follows suit.

Who makes the bed?: Look I’m sorry but there’s no way in the Nether that Tango “Gets distracted by numerous projects and builds at a time” Tek remembers to make the bed. He isn’t dirty persee just the sort of person that has a idea and needs to do something about said idea in the moment. Plus look at me and try to say that Jimmy wouldn’t gladly do it daily. He is a adorable male wife (COUGH COUGH he feels he needs to be useful so he does chores and cooks and stuff COUGH COUGH)

Who wakes up first?: Look it’s Jimmy. Either it’s tango crashing because his dumbo self stayed up all night doing blueprints on way too much caffeine or Jimmy too comfy won’t get up.

Who has weird taste in music? Honestly probs tango. I feel Jimmy would only listen to all flavors of Folk music and Country music. Tango tunes is probs a train mixed with a electric bass or something.

Who sings in the shower?: Jimmy! And he is hecka good at it (tango calling him his songbird my beloved)

Who cries at the movies?: Look LOOK both of them would hug each other as they cry. GOALS.

Who spends the most out shopping?: Tango solely because in lore I always imagine redstone machines and stuff are hecka expensive. Jimmy usually makes everything he uses (Farms? Basic clothes? Basic furniture etc)

Who kisses more roughly?: Honestly I feel like it be Tango because I feel he would be overly excited while Jimmy gets flustered with a peck on the cheek (my beloved birb)

Who is more dominate?: Honestly I feel like Tango. Primarily because Jimmy has sorta a soft spine and gets trapped over so Tango gives me vibes of “he asked for no pickles” energy.

My rating of the ship: 100 @hybbat I saw you asked the same question (it came when I just finished here)

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Desert Duo 💚💛❤️!

Whose the cuddler?: Okay it’s scar because primarily I can see no fanon Grian where he isn’t like a feral cat being forced to have affection and cuddles upon him

Who makes the bed?: Grian but he gives me vibes of being the type of person to loudly complain while he does so.

Who wakes up first?: Grian but he isn’t a happy morning person but sleep avails him.

Who has werid taste in music?: Look it’s scar. Just the vibes

Who sings in the shower:? Scar and Grian both are good singers. I mean Griande has to have decent cadence to be such a pop sensation.

Who cries at the movies?: Scar primarily I feel he would get so connected to whatever he watches.

Who spends the most out shopping?: Scar “Capitalist” Goodtimes clearly. And I always imagine it’s the most random stuff ever. Like the stuff your grandma buys off those annoying ads about random things.

Who kisses more roughly?: Knowing the fics I have seen especially post cheating arc? BOTH ARE LIP VAMPIRES.

Who is more dominate?: Okay the thing is they are equal level of chaos gremlin so they are equal in fluff and insanity. So it depends really.

My rating of the ship?: 9/10 (I find it cute but not otp level.

[anomaly-hivemind]

The Gaymer Chair

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: When a simple night to herself derails in a way she wouldn't have expected, she can't help that this turn of events is turning her on even more.

Part One

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Wjian sat at her desk, the purple led lights illuminating her pale skin. She was on discord playing league of legends with some others on her server and was about to log off for the night.

“Okay, guys, I should really be getting to bed now, but I’ll totally talk to you later; bye-bye!” Wjian said before logging out of the server. She let out a tired huff leaning back into her pastel chair. Wjian’s hands traveled up to her head, her soft, dainty hands wrapped around her pink cat-ear headphones.

“Owie,” Wjian exclaimed as she stopped pulling the headphones. A lock of her long blonde hair was caught in the adjusters of the headphones.

As Wjian gently tugged at the strand of hair a cold chill ran up her back making her arched slightly.

“It’s kinda cold in here, I wonder if mom will let me turn the A/C up?” Wjian said to herself, clutching her sweatshirt closer to her small figure.

“WJIAN!” Her mother called in her valley girl accent.

“Yes?” Wjian said, poking her head out her door.

“You’re dad finally came back with the milk so we’re going out to dinner since it’s date night. Be careful and don’t forget to lock up before you go to bed okay? Okay, love you, bye bye girlie!”

Welp I’m home alone Wjian, thought to herself. She leaned back into the chair, contemplating on what she would do next.

Sitting back up she looked down into her lap to see her hair untangled from her headphones. She didn’t think much of it and grabbed her phone at the sound of the personalized text tone of her best friend, Dio Brando. Who had sent her a tiktok. She opened up the app and watched a video about a man who had railed his poor girlfriend to a truly god awful song to have sex to.

“I wonder if you could actually get off to that?”

She let the tiktok play on loop as she thought about if she could get off to the terrible song that echoed in her eardrums. After listening to the sound for the longer version she came to the conclusion that she just didn't want to put herself through the song any longer.

But she did however want to tickle her inverted pickle now that she had thought about the idea of doing the activity. She was in the mindset now; standing up to grab her toy of good times from the sock drawer and sitting back in the soft pastel chair.

She opened up tumblr to look through random smut and find a Kakashi x reader with some tags she liked. She started playing an asmr for Kakashi on youtube and opened back up the tumblr tab. As her eyes scanned over the paragraph her body began to heat up, her pale skin flushed with color as a blush. She lifted up her top and threw it onto her bed behind and continued to scroll down the page.

She trailed a hand up to her chest fondling her supple breasts. She flick the bud of her nipples and short, quiet sighs. She skimmed through the fiction until a new line caught her sight.

Her warm cunt ached for attention as she pinched and rolled her nipples around between her fingers.

The last time she watched porn she had seen a few videos of girls grinding and humping against different objects: tables, chairs, washing machines. Hell, she had even seen videos of women riding car hitches and the shift gear.

She could feel the wetness collecting in her shorts just thinking about it. It may have been slightly strange , but she thought it was kinda hot. So she shimmed out of them. She hadn’t been wearing underwear that day so the soft cotton polyester blend of her large and very expensive flower seat cushion slightly tickled her bare skin.

Her mind drifted back to her previous thoughts of humping porn she had watched in the past.

Maybe I should try it, but it might hurt a little. Maybe I should put some underwear on, or put my shorts back on? No no! What if I squirt or something then it’ll just run down my legs and make a mess. A towel maybe? Yeah! I’ll put a towel over it. Wjian thought before walking over to grab a towel.

Chaise Pov

I stand in the room I was built in, staring at the screens of the computers. I sit in the short silence of the woman that assembled me into being. She stared at the blinding blue lights. This woman never seems to be away from this desk area. Her pale fingers pushed at the keys as I struggled to hold in a sigh. She was going to be sitting on me for hours to come.

She took a towel and placed it over one of my arms before she took a few steps to stand over it. What was she about to do? She lowered her body onto my arm and I could feel the pulsing of her cunt through the towel. I could feel heat in my cushions, which is a bit strange since I didn’t have seat warmers but whatever.

Wjian ground her hips against my arm and let out soft moans.

“F-fuck,” she whispered.

Damn, she seems to be enjoying herself, but what actually is she doing? I thought about moving but she might slip cause she’s pretty clumsy; I’ve watched her trip in nothing but air, which I admit sounds a bit creepy but hey, I’m a chair.

“Wjian what are you doing?” I asked. Wjian jumped back, hitting her lower back against her desk.

“Owchie that hurt!” Wjian said, rubbing where she had hit the desk.

“Who said what? A peeper? A perv?! A peeping perv!” Wjian said looking around wildly while she used her arm to cover herself which was mostly unsuccessful as she only covered her nipples and vagina.

“Sorry to breaking it to you but if anyone’s a perv it’s you Wjian, you were just rubbing your coochie on my arm,”

She looked at both of her sides to see if anyone was watching her and trying to play a prank on her.

“Has all that time in front of a pc made you blind or something? I’m right in front of you l'amour.”

“A ghost!?” Wjian exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise

“No, I’m the chair you were just rubbing on like a little slut.”

“B-but you’re a chair!”

“Yeah I just said that dumbass,”

“H-h-how?”

“I don't know actually.” The chair swayed slightly.

Silence filled the room for a moment as she pondered what to say next.

“Could you feel what I was doing?”

“Well yeah, it's my arm.”

“Oh, well um…sorry about that.” she began to rise from my arm before stopping to speak again.

“What does it feel like for you?”

“Quoi?”

“huh?

“Sorry, I said what?

“You said you could feel me, so what does it feel like?”

“I don’t know, it just… feels,”

“Wow, very descriptive, you got a name I can call you?” Wjian shifts with her thin towel looking down.

“You can call me Chaise.”

Third person.

Wjian placed a foot on the seat cushioning as she leaned forward. Letting the towel fall from her and back on the arm of the gaming chair. Making them lean back a few inches.

“Chaise huh, so… I’m not quite sure what to say, how long have you been… um… sentient?”

“Since you assembled me,”

“Does that make me your mom or something?”

“No, why would you even ask me that! And you never answered my question from before,”

“What question?”

“When you were sliding your pussy across my arm like a bitch in heat I asked what you were doing?

“I was just trying to make myself feel good,”

“That’s what your fingers are for, slut,”

Wjian clenched her thighs together, wetness dripped down her legs. She had never been talked to like that before but she kinda liked it.

“So do you have private parts?” Wjian asked, her pale skin flushed with color as she nervously rubbed her thighs together.

“I dunno,”

“Can I… can I find them for you?”

“What? Speak up,”

“I said can I find them for you?”

“Can you what?

“I said can I find them for you!” her body heated up as her ears burned from the embarrassment that she had just said something like that to a sentient chair.

“Oui, why don't you see if you can find something, I'm sure with your whore expertise you'll find what you're looking for,”

She nodded slightly and ran her flushed hands across the patted material slowly. She had no idea what she was doing right now and she didn't even know if it was working with the lack of reaction. She grabbed onto the armrest and pushed her knees on to the seat. Pushing the back of the chair down until she was basically laying bare on top of her sentient piece of furniture.

Chaise shifted under Wjian’s weight, a shiver of excitement ran through their padding as Wjian’s ample breasts pressed against them.

She took one of her hands and grabbed the underside of the chair and she heard a subtle sign come from the chair. She grabbed the lever for the height and held it with a firm grasp.

“T-That's definitely doing something for me.” Chaise’s rolled back.

“Really!” She put more pressure into her grip and got a short hum.

Wjian changed positions so that she was sitting down. She then placed one of her hands between her thighs. She moved her fingers in slow motions on her clit. Wjian let out a moan as she leaned back on Chaise.

Right as put a finger into herself, the chair abruptly spinned her around facing away from the desk. She was now facing her bed in slight shock.

“This is a great view.”

“How do you see stuff?”

“I think I could compare it to an out of body experience in a way.”

Wjian let out a hum as she contemplated what Chaise said. She leaned out of the chair to grab something from her secret compartment that she had forgotten.

Her colorful red and blue dildo she had bought at her local Spencer's. She held it in her hand and brushed it between her opening. Coating it in her liquids and she grabbed the armrest for support as she inserted her toy into herself.

Wjian let out a loud moan as the toy stretched her walls. She wiggled in her spot rubbing her ass against the cushions.

“You really are panting like a dog, aren't you,” Chaise speaking to her in their low, thick, accented voice made Wjian shiver.

“If you keep talking to me like that I-i might cum on the spot,” she pushed the toy deeper into her.

“That's the goal is it not.” Chaise the chair shook back and forth as they told Wjian.

“I just got an idea…” Wjian took out her Dildo and stood up with wobbling legs.

She pulled the seat pillow and tossed it onto her bed and plopped the suction cup end on the chair. Then she crouched on the chair, hovering over her toy.

“Oh I see, so the slut wants to act like she's riding me.”

Wjian slowly lowered her hips on to the red and blue dildo until she was halfway down. She lifted up before going deeper and repeating the process. Her juices dripped down in viscous droplets.

“You sure are making a mess of me,” Chaise groaned.

A loud moan filled the room as Wjian fully sank into the seat, covering the silicone slong. Wjian’s legs began to shake and she tilted her head back. Drool threatened to pool out of her mouth and down her chin.

Her titties bounced, as she hopped on her toy. Her skin glowed in the colorful lighting of her gamer setup. Wjian moved her hand to her exposed pearl.

In tandem to Wjian’s movement, Chaise rocked back and forth sending the colorful dildo deeper and deeper into her juicy cunt. Every movement pressed the thick dildo onto her sweet spot.

“S-hit this feels so good!” Wjian said, saliva dribbling down her face. Recalling earlier occurrences she snaked her hands down to the underside of Chaise’s seat and wrapped her soft hands around the lever. Chaise let out a low groan making the seat vibrate a little. Her hips ground into the seat she used her hand to stroke and jiggle Chaise’s lever.

Wjian could feel pressure building in her core and she sped up readily waiting for what was a glorious orgasm to come.

“ah-Aah”

“You sound so angelic right now.”

Waves of euphoric relief washed over Wjian, her wetness gushed over the seat and she cursed as she rode out her orgasmic high.

“Don’t slow down now that you’ve got what you wanted, keep going!”

Wjian vigorously slid her hands over the lever and grasped it firmly.

“F-fuck, I’m so close,” Chaise choked out, as the rocked the dildo steadily pressed into Wjians warm muff sending her into overstimulation.

“How does this even work?!”

“I don't know but, be a good little whore and keep at it,”

“Yes, if I’m good, will you praise me?”

“That all depends,”

Wjian continued working towards Chaise’s release and soon enough Chaise was sent shaking with pleasure. The back was sent flying back into a full recline and they shook with ecstasy.

Wjian yelped in surprise and grabbed on to Chaise's arms for support.

“I feel kinda strange!”

“What do you mean?”

“W-WHoa, what the hell is this?!”

“Calm down, what are you talking about?”

“I mean I know I said my vision was an out of body experience but now i’m actually out of body!”

Wjian felt a coldness in her forehead then her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.

“Chaise, is that you?”

“I guess so”

Before Wjian, stood or rather levitated an androgynous person; translucent with their dark skin and muted hair,lacking much life.

“Huh, so I was right, you are a ghost.” A smile on her.

“You think you’re so smart, you dirty little slut,”

“Hah- fuck me again!”

Chaise smiled to themselves at the sight of the blushing girl.

“Well you are a cutie, even if you are a slutty bimbo,”

“So is that round two I’m hearing?”

“Sure mi vida,”

“ooh you’re speaking my mother tongue”

“…Wait, so you aren’t White?”

Salutations, Darling Worker Bees! This was part one of one our original stories! We hope you loved it and that you’ll support us by reblogging and sharing this with all your sexual deviant friends. Part Two will be posted next week, Sept. 12th , at 12 pm EST. and there will be more stories like this coming. The Hive has a lot of plans in the works.

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[essentiallyleaf]

Are you taking requests for your kinktober? If you are, are there certain idols you will and will not write for?

hello anon, i'd say yes and no.

as i post a fic, i have not the faintest what i am going to write the next day, so suggestions for idols, kinks, any scenario you might have in mind, and pics (especially pics) are definitely appreciated.

that said, i can't guarantee your suggestions will tickle me pickle in a writing sense, in which case we will just be horny for idols together.

edit: if you don't see me answer a request for a while, it's because i'm thinking about it (where thinking might on occasion stand for jerking).

also, i just noticed there's a second question i didn't answer, which i am so sorry about.

idols i will write: the few i'm sure about, i certainly won't spoil right now lmao. just kidding HA, profile pic.

idols i won't write: other than idols that i'm just not very into (which i couldn't make a list of off the top of my head, and even if i could, it would be quite inelegant), atm i'd say i personally don't feel comfortable writing newjeans members.

moderately, leaf.

[kurishiri]

14 . . . alfons main story

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: depiction of fire.

Kate: It seems like... I have fallen for you.

When I murmured this, though...

Alfons: ...Well that is nothing short of a nuisance.

When I heard an answer that shouldn’t have come, I let out a gasp.

Kate: Alfo... w-wait, you were awake...!?

Just a moment ago, his steady breathing indicated he had been asleep, but now his eyes were open, and in those ashy gray eyes,

a hint of exasperation seeped its way in.

Alfons: So you say you ‘have fallen’ for me... it seems this has taken a rather troublesome turn.

While sitting up in a languid motion, Alfons combed his fingers through his hair.

Alfons: Whatever you’re feeling, it’s nothing but a delusion, I’d say. A hallucination.

A: You simply happened to be saved while you were in a pickle by a man who had given you pleasure, mixing that up for feelings of romance, no?

Kate: Did you just say I was ‘mixing that up’...?

(How dare he say that when he knows nothing about the feelings I’ve been going through before I came to his room...)

I felt blood rise to my head then.

Kate: ...For the record, I don’t really mind if you don’t give me an answer...

K: But I sure would appreciate it if you didn’t act as though you know what I’m feeling...!

Alfons: ...And how would you know if something like feelings, which bear no tangible form, is really there?

His fingers made their way to my chin...

Kate: T-that...

Alfons: ...Yes, go on?

...and when he pulled on it, I felt his breath tickle my lips,

causing my body to throb involuntarily in anticipation.

It seemed like Alfons had expected this reaction, as a smile played on his lips.

Alfons: Until you realize you are mistaken, I’ll be keeping all things pleasure behind closed doors, alright?

A: Were I to touch you in such a way... I’m sure I would only end up feeding into such delusions, anyhow.

Kate: ...gh.

Alfons: Alright, enough of that. Would you care to let an injured person like myself rest some more now?

His hand let go of me just like that, and he distanced himself, no longer bothering to touch me further.

He refused to listen to a word I had to say, even though he was the one who had reached out to me so persistently in the first place.

(I knew it would come to this, and yet...)

The pain in my heart was cruel.

It hurt so much, I could hardly bear it.

Kate: ...I... I understand. Have a good night...

I left the room as if running away, the door closing with a bang that rang loud and clear.

Alfons: ...Hehe.

A: I actually do like you a lot myself as well.

A: But that’s why... it would be best if this all remained a delusion.

——His whispers, having no way of reaching anyone else, simply dissipated in the air.

—— Time skip ——

Based on the information Alfons and I gleaned from having infiltrated the hotel that was exclusively for members of the ‘purification’ club,

the name Lord Goa, a member of the parliament, came up as someone heavily involved in the incidents that had occurred in the East End.

With that, William and Victor were able to perform a thorough investigation on him and his faction.

Victor: ——In regards to the ‘confidential’ letter in question, inside was a check to a company with phenomenal business conditions.

Before the members of Crown gathered in the dining room, Victor shared the details surrounding the current circumstances.

Victor: As for the contents of the check itself, there weren’t any problems.

V: That said, though, it’s fully possible this is compensation for those who will carry out their plan to set fire to the Docklands.

William: This company that handles the flow of money has long been marked as a front company, very likely connected to a criminal organization.

Alfons: In other words, it was a blatant distraction, yes?

(But, even if we know that...)

Kate: I take it this check alone wouldn’t be enough evidence to be able to dispatch the police, right...?

Harrison: Yeah, seems right.

H: It isn’t enough to prove the ‘plan to commit arson’ itself is in the works, nor does it prove that Lord Goa is a part of it.

H: And even if the recipient company of the check were involved in the plan, it seems nigh impossible they’d believe us with just this.

Victor: That is all true. But, you see, Kate, it’s exactly for times like these that we are here.

V: In order to protect the prosperity of England, we ‘use evil to condemn evil’——such is our motto here in Crown.

Hearing Victor’s words, my head shot up.

Victor: I bring you an order from Her Majesty the Queen.

V: ‘Stop the arson incident in the Docklands, and condemn the faction of the ‘purification’ club which Lord Goa is a part of.’

His jewel-like eyes, filled with a darkness more deep than the dark itself, glimmered with a bewitching light... and it sent shivers up my spine.

Victor: ——By the way, Alfons.

All of a sudden, Victor turned to look at Alfons.

Victor: How is that wound from yesterday’s mission faring?

Alfons: I simply found myself a tad too caught up in a practical prank and made a blunder, if you will.

Kate: Wh—no, that wound is...

[1] I should be the one taking responsibility.

[2] He covered for me. (+4 / +4)

[3] ... (stay silent)

Kate: He ended up covering for me, so...

Alfons: I just so happened to be in a position to block the bullet.

(As if. There’s no way Alfons just ‘happened’ to be there when he was in the inner part of the room right before he was shot.)

(And he is still covering for me, so as to not make my situation worse.)

(And yet, he distances himself like that…)

I wish he wouldn’t be so kind, and yet I couldn’t help but feel happy too.

(…He is a liar, and a cruel person to boot, through and through.)

As ordered by Victor, the ones who were going to carry out this mission were:

Alfons, Lord Elbert, Roger, and for some odd reason, Jude and Ellis.

Victor: When it comes to the Ports of London, Jude is the one who’s most familiar with that area, I take it?

Jude: …Hah, ya can bet yer bottle I’m the most familiar outta this bunch.

Victor: And Kate? Do you think you’ll be able to go with?

V: I imagine going on missions day after day would tire you out, so don’t push yourself.

Kate: …No, it’s fine. This is my responsibility as fairytale keeper, so I’ll go with.

(…I truly am a fool, aren’t I.)

Here I was, going on about how it’s my ‘responsibility’ and whatnot, but my true feelings laid elsewhere.

(Even though Alfons does nothing but push me away… I don’t want to take my eyes off of him.)

After all, I had thought to myself that if I wasn’t looking at him, he would end up just up and disappearing somewhere.

(…And this feeling, just as Alfons said,)

(was a delusion——that’s how it needed to be, and yet…)

——Now that I had realized my feelings for him, I had no way of knowing how to bury this love to the grave.

In the Docklands, illegal immigrants were going to be punished by an ‘eternal fire.’

On the night the plan was going to take place…

Dirtied man: Who’s there!?

The silhouettes who were squirming about in the darkness of the port city made a stir upon the sudden arrival of visitors.

Jude: How goes it, ya lot? We’ll be here a while.

Ellis: I’d say there are around——seven? If I had to guess.

Dirtied man: Tch, they said if there are any witnesses the reward’s as good as gone. Get ‘em!

The men who had seemingly been spreading oil around wielded weapons and ganged up, lunging for the two.

Jude: Hah, swingin’ around those steel pipes… how ya all pulled the short end of the stick, not even gettin’ yer hands a gun.

Dirtied man: Wah!? W-what the—!?

Just when I thought Ellis jumped high enough to be above their heads,

the men’s wrists seemed to become bound by a rope unseen to the naked eye, restraining them.

Dirtied man: W-what the hell did you do!?

Ellis: Shh, quiet down a little… we don’t want to disturb the neighbors.

Jude: If ya lot were gonna be playin’ with fire for some bees and honey, ya may as well have all hit the hay instead, ain’t that right?

With that, Jude poked the restrained men’s foreheads with his index finger.

And the next moment, the men, who had just been shouting, collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Kate: …I take it those were their abilities?

Elbert: That’s right… Ellis has the ability to restrain the movements of those whose head he touches. And Jude can put others to sleep by touching their forehead.

Alfons: What a golden pair for interrogation and assassination, dare I say.

Jude had said, ‘If I wanted to get rid of illegal immigrants, I’d aim here,’ while marking down some places,

namely a corner of a residential area, an alleyway that lined the pubs, and the port city, and so Crown went to detain the to-be arsonists without a hitch.

(And this is the last place Jude had marked.)

(It would be nice if we could stop the incidents altogether though…)

Elbert: How is the perimeter looking, Roger?

Roger: …Two blocks away, there’s one at four o’clock.

Elbert: Their companion, perhaps?

Roger: Nah, I doubt it. It sounds pretty darn suspicious… and it’s heading straight this way.

Alfons: Coming to see what’s going on after hearing something suspicious is very much a fool’s errand, is it not.

A: Do leave this careless, poor witness in my care.

Saying that, Alfons left the storage room.

(——!)

—— Scene change; outside ——

While hiding myself in the shadows, I peeked outside…

Alfons: Good evening to you. What a lovely night it is, no?

…where I found Alfons, who had just discreetly touched the back of what seemed to be the witness’ neck.

Alfons: “You saw nothing that went down here. You are on your way home, dearly needing some sleep.”

I could hear how his whispers resembled that of a lullaby as they rode the zephyr of the night.

(He could have shown them something to scare them, or threaten them away, and yet...)

Whenever he used his ability, he always spoke words that calmed the heart.

(And if I asked him why that is... I’m sure he would say something along the lines of ‘it would be a load of trouble if they made too much noise.’)

—— Scene change; storage room ——

Alfons: Goodness gracious... I would have preferred them to choose a less conspicuous place at the very least.

By the time Alfons returned, Jude and the others had tied the perpetrators up with a rope.

Kate: ...I guess with this, we managed to stop the incident.

Spreading the map with the marks open, I made sure we didn’t miss any spots before letting out a sigh in relief.

Roger: Well, that’s assuming Jude hasn’t missed a place.

Jude: The hell ya gettin’ at?

Roger: And I’m going to make sure the number of people here match up with the heartbeats I’m hearing——

Just when Roger interrupted over Jude...

Kate: !?

Along with an explosion, a flame started from within the storage room.

The fire crawled outward on the floor, the heat burning my skin.

(W-why all of a sudden...!? I thought we had all of the perpetrators——)

Alfons: It would appear the oil scattered all over the ground has vaporized and some sparks have ignited this.

Kate: D-did you just say ‘some sparks’!?

Roger: As curious as that is, first things first, we gotta put out the fire. Elbie, let’s bring over the fire extinguisher from the carriage.

Elbert: On it.

Jude: Tch, there ain’t nothing worth more trouble than these scumbags burnin’ to smithereens before makin’ them spit out the tea.

Ellis: Jude and I will take the perpetrators out of here.

Making quick judgments about their current situation, the members of Crown started to move.

(I should help where I can as well...)

The next moment, I tried to run as though being struck by something, when...

(——Huh?)

What I saw before my eyes was an unbelievable sight, causing my feet to stay rooted in its spot.

Alfons: Kate, if you inhale any more smoke, you may end up burning your lungs. So if you could move a bit more——

Kate: Wait just a minute! Over there...!

Beyond the burning flames, when I squinted my eyes...

There, I saw a young boy crouched on the floor, his face filled with fear.

Alfons: ...Ahh, so that’s how it is.

A: It would seem while all his friends were captured, he was hiding with a bated breath, I reckon.

Kate: W-when you say ‘friends’...

K: Are you insinuating he was directly involved in executing the arson...!?

Alfons: Have a look at the boy’s feet.

When I did, I saw that scattered about his feet, illuminated by the flames, were what appeared to be matchboxes.

Alfons: That boy is said ‘sparks.’

A: I reckon he was hiding in the shadows, biding the right time.

(But why would such a child... no, I don’t have time to think about such things.)

(Right now, somehow saving him takes priority...!)

Kate: Stay right there! And be sure to stay low and try not to inhale the fumes...!

Alfons: ......... [surprised]

(At this rate the fire will block the way out... but if he jumps in just like that, he’ll suffer from severe burns.)

(I’ll need to somehow open a path for him to escape through...)

When I looked around my surroundings, my eyes stopped on some sandbags that were piled atop one another adjacent to the storage room.

(That will do...!)

Kate: ...gh!

I jumped straight in, somehow managing to hold the heavy sandbags and throwing them amid the flames.

Then I ran back, lifting up another sandbag.

(Urgh, it’s so heavy...)

Alfons: What in the world are you doing?

Alfons crouched down beside me, meeting my eyes.

Kate: That child might not make it by the time we can put out the fire with an extinguisher.

K: So I thought to stack these sandbags to create an escape route...

Alfons: The one who started this fire was none other than that child, you know.

Kate: Yes, but... this and that are two different things!

Alfons: ......... [surprised]

A: ...haa.

A: Just what am I to do with such a straightforward one like yourself?

(Ah...)

He let out an exasperated laugh before he took the sandbag from me before throwing it into the flames.

(Alfons...)

Alfons: Let’s get it together now. The boy won’t be living through this if you stand so idle.

And so, we carried the sandbags, trying our best to go back and forth,

when Roger and Lord Elbert came running while carrying the fire extinguisher from the carriage, starting to spray the vicinity around the sandbags.

——And at last, albeit small, we managed to make a path he could escape through.

Kate: It’s fine now! So come this way!

Young boy: ...

The boy, whose face was filled with fear still, stayed crouching down, trembling.

Alfons: He’s not coming, is he. Perhaps fear has him paralyzed?

Kate: If that’s the case, we have to go and get him...!

But the moment I tried to run in, he grabbed my arms from behind.

Kate: Wh—Alfons...!?

Alfons: Goodness...

Pushing me behind him, Alfons jumped into the fire through the small escape route,

and as though he were taking a stroll, he walked over to the young boy with light steps——and touched the back of his neck.

Alfons: Come now... “you feel neither the fear nor the heat.”

Young boy: ...gh...! ...?

The fear vanished from the boy’s face, replaced by a puzzled expression.

While holding the boy in his arms, Alfons returned with the same light steps he had went in with.

Alfons: Here you are. A delivery for a most good-natured little robin.

Kate: ...Everything’s alright now.

Young boy: huhu... waaah!

Perhaps he had felt so much fear, but it seemed the illusion cast upon his heart that he ‘wasn’t scared’ had quickly worn off,

and the young boy burst into tears in my arms.

—— Scene change; lounge ——

Apparently, that young boy had been living in poverty, and having been deceived by some bad adults, he was made to take part in this evil plot.

According to Roger’s examination, the young boy suffered from minor injuries. It was then decided that he would be transferred to a special ward in the Royal Hospital to recover.

(Thank goodness...)

Fatigue hit me right after relief, and my body, feeling heavy, sunk into the sofa like a boat.

Kate: What a long night it’s been...

Alfons, too, sat down in a place a little ways away from me.

Alfons: Good lord, I don’t even remember the last time I was subjected to such physical labor.

A: And now thanks to that, I’ve been rendered sore left and right.

Kate: Hm...? Is it really alright for you not to go, Alfons?

K: Just now, everyone else said they were going to interrogate the perpetrators...

Alfons: Such things are better left in the hands of those who know how to best — namely Jude and the others.

With a dismissive wave, Alfons laughed.

And all of a sudden, I remembered the way his back was lit up by the flames as he ran for the young boy.

Kate: And thank you... for saving that child.

K: It made me really happy.

K: But... I also had a feeling you would help anyhow as well.

Hearing my words after the ‘but,’ Alfons laughed, as though fed up.

Alfons: In the face of how oppressive your sense of justice was, I ended up doing what I did... but now regret is starting to plague me.

A: How I wish I could catch the look of despair on your face upon the realization the boy couldn’t be saved after all.

(I long knew those were not his true feelings.)

Kate: ...So you say, but then you go and show illusions because you can’t stand seeing such a face.

Alfons: I see nothing can convince you otherwise.

Kate: Yes, because to me, that is the ‘truth.’

I quite enjoyed the exchanges he and I shared that resembled something like banter, or perhaps just messing around in good fun.

——Having only realized this now, I felt a pang in my heart once again.

(I knew it, I really do like Alfons.)

(...There’s no way I can simply play it off as a delusion.)

Alfons: .........

He spared me a glance before he stood from his seat.

(He’s running away again.)

With such a hunch, my body started to move.

Alfons: Now then... I think I’ll go have a drink or two.

Kate: If that’s so, I will too.

I stood up and took a step, closing a bit of the distance between us.

Kate: Please take me with you.

to be continued…

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Tickle When In A Pickle

Blame(Sebastian Hernandez) x Paisley REUPLOAD. || Yes, this is a Blame x Paisley fic, I have free will, also I was rewatching Blame the Hero and this line hasn’t left my mind so here’s a fic about it.

Summary: Blame & Paisley waking up after smoking together

Fluff & Slight Spice

Warnings: smoking, mentions of drugs(only weed), kissing, swearing, mentions of hookups, nicknames talk of relationships/sex & mention of gangs & toxic influencers

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Blame and Paisley were cuddling in her bedroom which echoed pink lighting from LED lights that she had, the two were napping, getting off the high they had earlier when Blame brought weed. That was honestly their favorite pastime, smoking together: it what made a hookup turn into a loving relationship, funny ain’t it? Blame's eyes were shield under his hat lightly snoring as Paisley’s eyes began to open. She lightly stretched her body, waking herself up before getting ready to annoy the sleeping figure that was holding her.

“Blame..“ she said, moving up in his arms and slightly moving the cap from his eyes. “Blammmmeee..“ she said again, yet no response. Except snoring. “Blame!“ she shouted slightly. “- Ah! What the fuck happened.!?“ he snorted awake. “Now, why do you have to wake me up like that dwag..?“ Blame yawned and stretched, trying to wipe the sleepness off his face. “Okay, for the last time, I am not your “dwwagggugh.“ Paisley overexaggerated. “I’m your girlfriend!“ she corrected. “At least call me babe.“ - “Man, you don’t even let me do that.“ Paisley looked back at him, pouting. It was true, only on camera. Paisley could easily lose her following if they found out she was dating a gang member: which was an exaggeration. “Not on camera! I don’t!” she argued. “Whatever Babe.” Blame teased back, giving her a smartass smirk, and she could only give a generous one back. “Dick.” She tried to clap back.

Blame, just stretched and yawned, being used to his girlfriend's behavior already. “So..” he began while stretching. “Wha’s ya wanna eat?” He asked, holding his arms behind his head. Paisley just placed her head back on his chest, hating the question but enduring it because she was really hungry at the moment. “I don’t knowww..” she said his chest. “You pick.” -“Arby’s.” He joked, laughing when he saw her scrunched-up face of disgust. “I’m kidding.” he reassured her. Blame thought for a moment, continuing to make suggestions to of which Paisley with a “no” - “maybe” or “ not craving it.” Her speech started to slur as Blame kept trying to think of suggestions. “Shit, Babe, I don’t know.. Do you want pizza?” Blame asked, but she didn’t respond. “Babe?” He called her out, looking down at his chest to see that she was sleeping. “Whaaat..?! I’m awake..” sorry, slowly falling asleep. Blame giggled at her, simply how Adorable she was. “Really Babe? Those 7 hours wasn’t enough for you?“ he laughed at her. “Would you shut up!?“ she yelled whining. “I stayed up all night editing a video and I wanted to spend time with you so..“ she admitted getting soft on him. “Man, you’re so cheesy..“ Blame teased her. “Your ass is cheesy!“ Paisley tried to clap back, but it was terrible. “Really? You didn’t have anything else?“ he kept teasing her. “Shut up.“ she said in his chest. The two sat there for a couple minutes, Paisley hiding her smile in his embrace when she had to admit defeat, she hated it but she absolutely loved Blame’s smile: rather he was laughing or trying to be seductive to her. Blame let her sit there on him through those small minutes, dragging his hand along her back as he felt her muscles lose when did. He did this as he stared up to at the roof of her home. Allowing himself to take in the moment of intimacy that he shared with her; moving his hand up her blonde hair, gently stroking her locks.

“Pizza?“ he broke the silence, double-checking on her choice of food. “Pizza..“ Paisley whispered, confirming. Blame went to reach out for his phone on the bedside next to him, but he felt nothing. He looked and realized he left it in the living room earlier. “Aw shit..“ he said “What?“ Paisley asked concerningly. “Left damn my phone on the couch, I’mma have to go get it..“ Blame said trying to leave his position until Paisley straight up pins him back down. “Nah uh! Where do you think you’re going?“ Paisley asked like it was an interrogation. “Just getting my phone dw- I mean Babe.“ Blame said, stuttering his words at Paisley's suggestive action. Paisley smiles at his nervousness and plays along with it. “You’re not going anywhere!” Paisley wrapped her arms around his torso again, indicating he was going to have to carry her or force her off. “Aren’t you hungry?“ Blame asked. “Yes.“ Paisley answered. “Then let me off!“ - “No.“ Paisley rested her head back on him, absorbing his body heat. Blame didn’t want to play fight with her, as much as he loved it, he simply did not have the energy. He tried taking her with him, but she wasn’t persistent about that either. “No! No! No!“ she would giggle and whine saying she just “wants to stay in bed.“ admitting she enjoyed the gestures Blame was giving her while cuddling; he now had no choice but to use this tactic.

“Paisley.“ he said her name smugly. “Yes?“ she said while smiling at his chest. “You seemed to underestimate that this thug knows how to tickle when in a pickle.“ With that, Blame attacked her sides, forcing her to try and get away, laughing as she did. “No!! Hahaha! B-blame get off!!“ she laughed, trying to push him off, already move to the other side of her bed, with Blame on top of her, “Aw, now that’s not fair, your fat ass didn’t off of me!“ he playfully yelled at her, continuing the attack on more than just her sides. “hahaha- hehe!! You’re a dick!!“ she laughed trying to grab his arms while kicking to fight back. Blame eventually stopped to surprise his girlfriend with a deep kiss before pulling away “I will be back.“ he tried to reassure her as if he was going off on some kind of dangerous mission to save the world, but Paisley grabbed his cheeks and pulled him for another to try to make him stay. “Ok.. Hey, Hey!“ he said between kisses. “I’ll be back.“ he repeated, giving her one more kiss before leaving.

He came back with the pizza, after it was ordered and the first he saw was his pouting girlfriend when he entered back into her room. “Hey.“ Blame called for her, and she gave her an upset look, both knowing she was just being her overdramatic self. She back around, pouting. “ya know.. I didn’t hate what ya did earlier..“ Blame started, giving her that smug flirtatious smile he knew she liked as she turned back to him, a little confused but smiling back. “What did I do?“ she played along “Ya know, pinning me down, forcing me to stay with n’ shit.. it was hot.“ he confessed, moving closer to her position where she was laying down, cuddling with her pillow. “Really?“ she asked subjectively. “Yeah..“ he leaned in closer staring at Paisley's lips, which still shined with lip gloss that she had worn “Hella hot.“ Blame said cheesy, before smacking his lips against hers, continuing what happened earlier.

Despite the tendencies the two had, they didn’t part take in sex yet, which was surprising on both ends, even at the planned hookup. Paisley had brought her camera as an attempt to expose Blame for views which ended up being a simple hangout for them, as if they’ve known each other for a long time and they were just catching up. “Hookups” were just them smoking, playing video games, stealing people’s shit, and having fun together: like a twisted get-a-away for troubled teenagers. It was a surprisingly good relationship for both of them, a genuine one that neither of them had experience with. So it was nice to be with someone who was real to you, no mask to put on when you’re alone with them.

Blame took his cap off so there was comfortability of the two making out, you know it’s intense, he placed it on the bed frame so he could grab it later. They were messing with each other, saying dirty whispers and laughing about dumbasses trying to have sex; until they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. “God damn, how the fuck they here this early!?” Blame said irritated, grabbing his cap and apologizing to his girlfriend before running to the for the delivery. He came back moments with the pizza box, sitting up with Paisley as he sat the box between them, deciding to watch bad YouTube videos as they ate, just deciding to end their day together there, eating pizza while cuddling watching and making fun of bad content before falling asleep again. Saying three words to each other before blacking out. “I love you.”