#yes my ponderings are always a bit of a stretch

[wnbnny]

꒰ forever and a day ⭑ ꒱ - y.jh

genre ⋆ slice of life, est. relationship, fluff w small bit of angst, jeonghan x fem.reader! | wc ⋆ 0.9k | author's note ⋆ i was listening to fireworks & rollerblades & forever & a day is my favourite song on the album so i decided to write abt it >< listen to forever and a day as you read <3 | not proofread bc i wrote this at 3 a.m >< tw ⋆ reader is mentioned as 'wife', insecurities

i started driving through the hills, told me to come and get you

"hannie?" you called out softly, head peeking out from your shared bedroom's door. jeonghan raised his head, locking eyes with you. "yes?" he hummed, eyes filled with an unreadable softness and emotion you couldn't quite place.

no words convey the way it felt for me to finally hold you

"can... can i join you on the couch?" you asked tentatively, not wanting to bother him and disrupt his peace when he looked so cozy curled up on the couch. "of course baby, you don't have to ask. c'mere," he stretched out his arms, an open invitation for you to mold perfectly into.

in my arms just long enough to know

you took a step forward, and it wasn't long before you had finally crossed over the expanse of the living room to stand in front of him. you climb onto the couch, afraid to accidentally step on his limbs, tangled up in the heavy yet soft blankets. settling your head on his shoulder, you were enveloped in a comforting warmth, jeonghan's arm subconsciously pulling you closer into his side. the tv was playing an old rom-com, and the two of you settled into comfortable silence as you cuddled.

know every word you're gonna say before you even think it 

"she's so pretty," you comment, eyes fixated on the actress on screen. it fills your heart with a pang of mixed envy and sadness, insecurities coming to the surface. what if jeonghan thought you were ugly and left you for someone better? there were so many prettier women out there, ones that had beauty you could only dream of. the nagging feeling in the back of your mind grew even louder, drowning out the background noise. your hands, tangled in the blankets, fisted them slightly, clenching as you tried to futilely conquer the negative thoughts. jeonghan frowned, noting your fidgeting which could only mean one thing. "hey, you're prettier," he remarks, looking down at you. "thanks," you murmur, but jeonghan can immediately tell you don't believe him. "i mean it." he furrows his brows, and cups your chin to make you face him. his brown orbs bear into yours, hoping to get the message accross. you nodded slowly, the dullness in your eyes slightly disappearing, but not completely gone. he would work on convincing you, jeonghan vows. for now, he settles back into the cozy silence as you watch the sitcom.

but somehow, every joke you make is funnier each time around

"did you hear about the new store? you should visit it sometime, i've heard it's really good," you ponder. you and jeonghan are at the park, out on a date. "sounds great, but it would be better if i had you to accompany me," jeonghan leans in, a playful smirk on his face. you giggle and blush, rolling your eyes in faux annoyance. "oh, shut up, you big flirt."

your laugh is such a perfect sound

jeonghan watches as you giggle as you chatter with your friends, a fond smile on his face. you look radiant and happy, and he vows he will do whatever he can to always keep that smile on your face.

these butterflies lived a million lives to say

you blush, watching as jeonghan leans down to tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of a movie theatre, butterflies in your stomach. "done," he finishes with a smile, standing to press a featherlight kiss against your knuckles as you beam up at him.

i swear I've known you longer than

"oh my gosh, remember when we first met? i literally spilled coffee all over you," you laugh, on another day with jeonghan, this time at a cozy cafe. "you looked like you were on the verge of crying," jeonghan chuckles, then adds softly, "you were cute." 

i don't believe in destiny but i might have to say

"hannie?" you ask, and he hums in response. "yes?" "do you believe in destiny?" you ask, curious. "hmm... not really. i think you get to choose how your life turns out, whether through your actions or decisions," he explains, and you ponder on his answer thoughtfully.

your melodies, they're changing me

this time, you and jeonghan and sitting on the floor of the living room, christmas lights twinkling merrily on the colourful christmas tree in the corner. jeonghan is singing, strumming on his guitar, and then cozy warmth of the hot cocoa you hold in your hands envelops you in a soft, fluffy cocoon of love.

i'm yours, forever and a day

you and jeonghan stand under an archway, hands intertwined and cheeks flushed, giddy with excitement. he was dressed in a sharp tuxedo - and you in the most stunningly beautiful white dress that seemed to flow like water. "i, yoon jeonghan, promise to take y/n l/n as my wife, to have and to hold, from this day onward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. i promise to love and cherish you, to be the rock for you to lean on when you're down and had a bad day at work. i promise to be the one you can trust and confide in, to pour your burdens and insecurities to, and if i could, i would take them all from you, so that you may always have that radiant bright smile on your face i love so much. i promise to love you, forever and a day."

mastertag : @starseungs

[house-of-lovin]

safety net

Tara Carpenter x F!Reader

masterlist | over (1) | love language (2)

Summary: Tara Carpenter loved playing games with you. (inspired by safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign)

Warnings/Tags: toxic!tara, clueless!tara, mature language, implied sexual themes, mentions of violence and trauma.

Note: as promised THE LAST PART (woohoo😮‍💨) this was seriously a lot of fun and became a bit of a writing exercise using songs as prompts and trying to piece them together into a storyline. Thanks for all the comments, reblogs and feedback. They are so appreciated! Let me know what you guys think! <3

Word Count: 3.4k+

“You’re staring, again.”

Tara snaps her gaze back to the book on the table, ignoring her friends’ smug smiles. “Why don’t you just go up to her and apologize?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried.” Tara rolls her eyes. 

It’s been two weeks since that night at the party and you have been ignoring Tara. You spent the rest of spring break working at your uncle’s shop, avoiding the friend group, sans Mindy because you couldn’t exactly avoid someone you lived with. Tara attempted to give you space the following days and then reached out to you in hopes that you could talk and sort out the situation. Tara doesn’t want to lose you as a friend. 

“I’m not gonna apologize for something that wasn’t my fault, Mindy. Just because she caught feelings doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. But now she’s ignoring me?” Tara scoffs, “Well, some friend she is.” 

“God Chad’s right. You two are clueless.” Mindy’s nose wrinkled.

“She knows where to find me when she’s done being stubborn.” Crossing her arms, she glances back at you. You were sitting across the quad, on a bench surrounded by your other friends; laughing and talking, unfazed by Tara’s brazen staring. 

How were you not seeing her shameless looks?

She swallowed the pitiful lump in her throat as she continues to observe your carefree nature. 

“Weren’t you begging me to tell her to call you back like a week ago?” Mindy objected causing Anika and Quinn to snicker as they listen in, not bothering to pretend like they weren’t eavesdropping.

“Begging is a stretch,” She mutters weakly, picking at the corner of her book.

“Tara, why can’t you just admit that you want to be with her?” Quinn ponders, genuinely confused as to why you two are playing hopscotch around one another. Everyone could see how madly in love you two are.

It genuinely puzzled the friend group as to why it’s taking this long to get you guys to stop playing games.

They just wanted to see their friends together and happy, definitely not because of the growing bet pool. And not because it was getting increasingly expensive to wager in the bet the longer it ran because you two refused to acknowledge the clear feelings you have for each other. (It was starting to burn a sizeable hole in their wallets)

The brunette shakes her head defiantly, “We’re just hooking up.”

“You’re not acting like you guys are just hooking up.” Anika counters, “actually, you guys act more like a couple than me and Mindy sometimes.”

“No. We don’t,” She frowns.

“Yes you do and it’s gross,” The aforementioned girl interjects. “No one should be cuter than me and my girl.” She wraps an arm around Anika, leaning in to lovingly peck the girl’s cheek. 

“Y/N’s always bringing you coffee when you study with us at the library, even though her class is on the other side of campus.” Anika comments.

“She always loses on purpose when we play card games just so you can win,” Quinn adds.

“She laughs at all your lame jokes and obscure movie references – there’s no way you enjoy Suspiria as much as you say you do,” Mindy stated.

“Hey!” 

“Dude, she has a Spotify playlist titled with your name and heart beside it.” Mindy throws her hands up, feeling a bit fed up.

“Doesn’t mean anything, we share music all the time!”

“Tara, Y/N literally takes care of your plants when you complain about forgetting,” Quinn objects.

Tara’s still feeling persistent. “That’s not true.” 

Her dying plants have been on the mend these last few weeks and it’s definitely because she’s been paying more attention to them; placing the potted plants in a better area for sunlight and watering them more.

Quinn shoots her roommate a pointed look, “You were over-watering them, Tara. Y/N had to come over and change the soil. Did you even notice?”

No, Tara didn’t even notice. She was shocked at how much went over her head as her friends continue to list all the little things you do that, apparently, she’s been too blind to see. She glances back at you as you’re talking to a girl; smiling, unbothered. She recognizes her from her creative writing class – Tara didn’t know you two were close. Close enough for the girl to wrap a hand around your arm and lean into your ear something that the Carpenter can’t make out from the vast distance.

Tara’s eyes slither into tight fissures as she watches the random girl continue to make herself comfortable on you. Eventually, whatever she felt she had to whisper so close was over, but not before the girl planted a kiss on your cheek unsuspectingly. The Carpenter watches as you slightly jump from the contact, then eventually grant her a shy smile – the same smile you reserved for her. 

Tara feels an unpleasant drop in her chest because, for the first time since moving to New York, she allowed herself to finally feel everything she’s been burying.

It was suffocating, making her want to claw at her throat to get rid of the nasty sensation. Regardless of how much she swallowed in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, it only grew larger as it ached; begging to be acknowledged. Hastily, Tara stands up, gathering her things.

“Where are you going?” Her friends' questions were left unacknowledged as she footed it, not really sure where she was going; all Tara knows is that she had to get away before her friends see her break down. 

In her haste, Tara misses your concerned eyes tracking her disappearing figure.

●●●

Tara is choosing to ignore the world and her problems.

After that conversation with her friends, she ran home, plopped into her bed and hid under the covers for the remainder of the afternoon. She put on her favourite horror movies, hoping it would distract her from her thoughts of you. But her efforts proved to be fruitless. You tormented her thoughts regardless of how desperately she tried to drown them out. 

So, she sat there until bright blue skies turned navy and drove herself mad thinking about you.

Trust came sparsely for someone who was violently attacked by a deranged murderer. As much as Tara tried to push through the past and live as if nothing happened, it plagued her in her daily life. It revealed itself when a phone rang too loudly, near kitchen knives, or in dark areas – there were just certain experiences that were tainted by the memory of Ghostface. 

But then you showed up. She remembers opening the door to her apartment and there you were, standing behind Mindy with a $15 bottle of champagne and a poorly-wrapped throw blanket for the old couch to celebrate the Carpenter’s housewarming party (an attempt at some normalcy) with a shy smile and Tara was hooked. 

No matter how much she tried to distance herself, echoing sentiments that it’s a bad idea to get involved with someone so soon.

You lured her in, anyway.

It was in your tenderness that you had Tara wrapped around your finger.

Normally, the Carpenter would be annoyed with someone treating her like she was made of glass, but when it came to you; she knew it wasn’t out of pity. Your gentleness was welcomed with open arms because for once in her life, Tara finally felt like she didn’t have to be so brave all the time, at least, not when she was around you. 

She didn’t have to pretend her life was as put-together as she made it out to be. 

Because for once, someone had finally made her feel like she is worthy enough to stay for, to care for, and maybe to love. And that was terrifying because all anyone in her life had ever done is let her down and leave – Sam, her mom, her dad, Amber. So she kept you on a tight leash; taking control and leading. Never letting you close enough to see how she really feels about you. But there are cracks in the unsturdy walls she tries to put up, she’s not perfect. How can she resist you when you still willingly chased after her regardless of what she’s put you through – and how even through her harshness, you never lose your gentleness with her.

You create real balance and peace within her (not the fake one, she’s desperately fronting) and to someone who’s only known chaos and instability – that’s terrifying. So sue her, for being a little scared.

So, yes. 

Right now, Tara is ignoring everything around her because that realization is too big a burden to deal with.

She has her legs pulled up to her chest, the fuzzy blanket you gifted months ago, wrapped around her shoulders as she watches the TV from the couch; not really paying attention to the film. Her eyes begin to burn the longer she stares at the blue-lit screen causing a painful sting to her pupils. 

A terse knock on the front door startles her making her blink at the sound. 

Everyone was out for the night; Sam at therapy, Quinn at a hookup’s house and her other friends, all off doing their own thing. She wasn’t sure who could be at the door at this time. Cautiously, she stands to silently walk to the door – the pads of her naked feet connecting to the wooden floor litter goosebumps on her skin. Standing on the tips of her toes, Tara looks through the peephole.

She sees you shifting on your feet, glancing over your shoulder – looking unsure if you should even be there. 

Tara feels a pit forming in her stomach, but moves swiftly to unlock the door, opening it. 

“Hey.” She says softly, palm wrapped tight on the doorknob in an attempt to ground herself.

“Hi.” You rub a hand on the back of your neck.

“What–what are you doing here?” Tara sees you flinch, mistaking her tone for malice but you’re answering before she can correct herself.

“Mindy said you needed my help.” You drawl as if confused. 

Tara shares your confusion, brows drawing together. “I… don’t need help?”

You shake your head, clenching your jaw tight, “God dammit… I think she set us up.” 

“Oh.”

Rolling your eyes, “Yeah, oh. Look, that’s my bad, I’ll deal with her. You can go back to… doing whatever you were doing.” 

Tara sees you eye her attire glumly; an oversized shirt that covered her bare legs; assuming the worst. Her eyes immediately widened like saucers, grabbing your arm before you could leave. 

“No! That–that’s not–I’m home. Alone.” She clarifies. The word ‘alone’ taking a special raised and rushed tone. 

You scoff, pulling away from her, “good for you.”

“Can we talk?” Tara calls out, she can’t let you leave yet – despite her previous decision to ignore you and ignore her feelings. The longer you stood across from her, the more she realized just how much she’s missed you these last few weeks.

“No.” You continue to walk down the hall.

Tara grows desperate, running after you and grabbing your arm again to stop you from leaving. The concrete floors were rough on the soles of her feet. “Y/N, please.”

You turn, ready to yank your arm away from her grip but her watery eyes halt you; sympathy bubbling lowly in your chest and you curse inwardly at how easy it was for her to lure you back in. 

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? Some people are trying to get some sleep!” A voice interrupted, it was her neighbour, peeking his head a couple of doors down to yell at you two. He pops his whole body out when he sees Tara’s revealing figure, shooting her a lewd smile through his cigarette-tainted teeth,  “Oh hey, there.”

Tara feels you turn in her hold as your face drops – jaw clenching as you glare at her sleazy neighbour (who was at least in his late 40s judging by his greying hair) “Go back inside unless you wanna get fucked up and stop looking at her.” 

He stares back for a few seconds, debating if the challenge was worth his time. You move her behind you with a tug of an arm; blocking his view of her. Tara knows it's the wrong time but she couldn’t help but move closer; inhaling your familiar perfume. “Man, you’re not even worth my time.”

You wait until he shuts the door before facing her again, muttering under your breath. “Creepy motherfucker.” 

“Go back inside before anyone else comes out here begging for a show.” You tell her, lightly pushing her back to her door. But her hold on your arm tightens, “Not until you come inside and talk to me.”

You sigh, looking around the hallway in an attempt to buy yourself some time before you eventually gave in – tugging her inside the apartment.

Only once you were both inside did you pull away from her grip; Tara’s arm falling limply by her side. You look at her expectantly, “Well?”

Tara remains unmoving and silent, She curls into herself, leaning against the back of the couch just staring at you

You grow annoyed at her silence, running a hand on your face, “Tara you begged me to talk…” 

Still nothing from the Carpenter; she isn’t sure why she can’t say anything now that you’re standing in front of her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to confront you and her feelings but as you stood there, about to leave, she knew she couldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t sure when she would see you again, this was the closest you’d been around her in the last few weeks. 

At this point, she was acting on pure impulse and heightened emotions.

“Unbelievable…” You mutter, grabbing the doorknob. She can feel practically feel the sharp snap in your patience as you try to leave, again.

“I don’t get you.” 

That stops you in your tracks, making you turn looking confused. 

“What?”

Tara begins to shake her head.

“I mean, I don’t get you… Like, why are you still here? Jesus, Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me but you still came here cause you thought I needed help. Even after all the petty shit I’ve been doing with those guys to fuck with you and after the party” She grabs at her hair; roughly tugging on it. “And even after all that, you still chase after me. Why!”

“Because I love you.” 

Tara inhales a sharp breath at your admission and how carelessly easily you said those words. Your brows furrowed like you looked genuinely confused by her question, it has Tara scoffing in disbelief. Unsure how you can still give her genuineness even after everything she’s done, she doesn’t deserve it.

“No, you don’t, you can’t. We’re just hooking up, it was just sex.” She denies, but a fog of tears is beginning to cloud her eyes. Even through the haze, she can see you approaching closer, holding a cautious hand out. 

“Maybe I am just a hook-up to you… but I didn’t just catch feelings for you. I’m not just falling in love with you, I already fell Tara. More like, I dove head-first without a life jacket,” You take the moment to chuckle dryly.

“And yeah, that wasn’t part of the plan but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself I didn’t tell you that there’s someone that wants to wake up and fall asleep beside you every day. Someone that wants to show you that maybe this time you don’t have to be so afraid to let someone in.” You shake your head, looking down for a brief moment of insecurity but you regain the passion in your eyes as you connect gazes.

“So, look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m just a hookup, and if you do. I’ll leave you alone – for good.” She desperately blinked away the tears as she attempts to meet your eyes to tell you that you are just a hookup, it is just sex, she doesn’t love you too. But when she meets your eyes, she sees tenderness again and suddenly her knees are buckling under her.

Her body doesn’t meet the ground like she expects it to. Instead, you grabbed her, wrapping a firm arm around her waist as you held her weight up. She can hear distant mutterings of comfort being whispered in her ear but nothing registers as she realizes that she’s starting to sob uncontrollably. 

“Baby…need you to breathe… ‘gonna make yourself sick.” 

She couldn't hear anything around her until her face is being pressed into soft fabric; clawing at it, in a desperate attempt to self-soothe. She’s having a panic attack. 

“Tara… Please, baby, you have to breathe–” You beg but Tara can’t hear you properly.

Nothing works until she feels you wrap her in a firm hug, still leaving her enough space so as to not feel suffocated. One arm around her waist, the other hand wrapped around her neck, as you rub soothing lines on her clammy skin. 

A few moments of silence pass until Tara feel the pressure in her chest ease as the ringing in her ears subsides. She gasps for air against your chest, coughing as a burning ache in her throat develops. The rubbing of lines on her neck turns into firm pats on the back as Tara continues to cough through her tears.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You shush her. Eventually, her coughs turn into occasional sniffles and deep breaths as you run fingers back up her hair comfortingly; giving her all patience she required.

“I’m sorry,” Tara says once she pulls her head off your chest, keeping a tight grip on your clothes.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Your eyes softened as you ran the pads of your thumbs to wipe away at her tear-stained cheeks.

She shakes her head in your grip, “Yes, I do. Even now, you’re still treating me so well. I don’t deserve it.” Her voice turns into a broken whisper as she finally allows herself to be vulnerable.

“Oh Tara,” You said so tenderly, “You deserve the world, baby. You’re amazing.”

“No, I’m not,” She shakes her head, beginning to pull away from you, not wanting to hear your words and how genuinely you believed it. 

You tightened your grip around her waist, preventing her from moving. “Yes, you are, if only you can see yourself the way I see you. Oh, Tara, you don’t even realize it. You amaze me, you make me want to be a better person, that’s what you do to me, that’s what you make me feel. Not the other stuff you’re saying.”

Shaking your head, passion raging in your eyes; eye contact with the smaller girl unwavering, “The way you care for everyone around you, and how you carry yourself despite everything you’ve gone through… Baby, it’s amazing to watch you be yourself. I know, I know… After Amber, it’s hard–” That makes Tara’s eyes widen, unaware you knew about her and her late friend. 

“–to trust people but, if you just gave me a chance and spared me an ounce of trust to let yourself fall… I promise I’ll be under there waiting with a safety net.” 

Tara examines your eyes, there was no ounce of dishonesty in them. But that’s to be expected, you’ve always been genuine with her, always up-front, and calling her out on her shit – with love. It was one of the things that made her fall for you. Where everyone around her treats her like she’s a porcelain doll, letting her get away with whatever she wanted – you stopped her, but always in a way that was more so loving and protective rather than overbearing and smothering.

The thudding in her chest begs for reprieve as her heart craves to be moulded with yours. Her heart wants to know what it was like to beat in tandem with you, to finally allow herself to be caught instead of trying (and failing) to hold herself up all the time. 

As Tara’s body caves in on herself, she pulls you down by the neck, unable to hide the content sigh that leaves her lips when your mouths meet in the middle. The kiss was sweet, passionate and firm; it poured out all love that words could never capture; where the tool of language proved to be invaluable in expressing her feelings. 

“I trust you…” Tara whispers when she pulls away, unable to school the smile breaking across her lips. You giggle, making her smile wider. For once the heaviness in Tara's chest feels bearable with you in her arms. 

No other words were exchanged as you two attempted to meet again for a kiss only to bump noses and miss because you two were beaming so wide.

●●●

happy reading!

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[argisthebulwark]

I'm Glad I Get Forever

summary: Asking your partner if they'll fall for someone else after you've died. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Teldryn, Balimund, Mercer, Farkas, Vilkas, Miraak, Arnbjorn, Brynjolf, Cicero warnings: non graphic mentions of death/grief obv masterlist

Yes

Teldryn ponders the question, feet propped comfortably on your lap. He enjoys evenings like this; sharing a bottle of wine miles from the nearest town, nothing but the stars to keep you company. For weeks you'd swapped stories until there was nothing left to tell - you knew each other too well. Asking each other questions became an easy way to stave off boredom. "I suppose." He sighs, watching your brows raise. "We both know you'd give me some deathbed speech about how you want me to keep living, cursing me to seek a new patron willing to drag me across Tamriel. Can't have my talents going to waste." He's right, of course. Teldryn's always right.

Balimund knows he will never seek out romance - he hadn't even sought you out, merely a series of happy accidents that led you into his heart. A blacksmith made a fair partner for a warrior, romance blossoming over years spent haggling over his forge. "If it happened organically, don't think I'd sabotage it." He muses, stretching out the sore muscles in his shoulder. The thought of you passing makes him feel a bit ill but he brushes past it, trusting in armor crafted by his own hands to keep you safe. "You'll always be my heart, but I've got a feelin' you wouldn't want me to end up alone."

Mercer says yes, the lie slipping easily between gritted teeth. He's already let you get too close and he can't pass up the perfect opportunity to force a bit of distance. He refuses to let you know the horrible truth he harbors deep in his chest - he cares for you. Rolling his eyes he pointedly ignores the cute divot between your brows. "Of course." He lies, panic clawing at his throat at the mere thought of losing you. "Maybe I'll find someone who bothers me less."

Farkas has to sit with your question, rolling it around in his mind. His gut reaction is to refuse - no one else could capture his heart as you have, right? Though, he hadn't expected to fall for you either. It could happen again. "Maybe a few decades later, after I've mourned and all that." He offers, though he simply cannot see a future for himself without you; your home built together, your family growing with age, your hands healing every little wound. It is only you. "Seems unlikely for you to go first, though."

No

Vilkas declines without a second thought. He doesn't even look up from his book, apparently unfazed by your question. There's a cute flush creeping up his cheeks, though you bite back the urge to comment on it. "I know you'd haunt me." He mutters, kissing your knuckles. "I'll keep an eye out for your ghost, though. Don't think that would count as seeing someone else."

Miraak is disgusted by the thought. He cannot fathom living life alone once more, the idea of another partner taking your place making him feel sick. You'd carved out space in his old heart, no other could fill the void left by your absence. "Each of my days would be too heavy without you, my love." Intense as always, he clutches your face. "You are the sole resident of my heart. I fear that I would not last long in this life without you - I would soon follow you into whatever afterlife will accept my tainted soul."

Arnbjorn rolls his eyes at your question. It's quite fun getting under his skin, though you keep that thought to yourself. Even if you know he will never harm you, he is sharpening a freshly formed dagger. "I didn't even want to fall for you, I'm not doing this again." He grunts, pointedly ignoring your excited gasp. "You're it for me." "I had no idea you could be sweet." "Shut it." He snarks, the blunt edge of his blade swinging toward where you're perched on his workbench. "Or your death will become more than a hypothetical."

Brynjolf's heart cannot withstand another, losing you would be too much. Your words remind him of those awful days he thought Mercer had stolen you from him - the pit he'd fallen into, the despair sitting so heavily on his chest. He cannot imagine living with the gnawing, ceaseless pain your loss would create once more. "Never." He doesn't find the humor in your question, holding you a bit tighter to his chest when you fall into bed. There is no one else for him. Brynjolf's known this for ages, you are the love of his life.

Cicero giggles at your question - how silly! His funny Listener, no one else can ever measure up to you. Only you understand him. Mother's chosen, his most beloved Listener, you are love to him. "Funny Listener, don't make Cicero laugh." He sighs, pinching at your cheeks. "Your jokes have gotten better - it seems you're taking after your favorite jester!" "I was serious." "Never, ever, ever, ever!" He sings, planting a kiss on your nose. "Only my silly Listener, forever and ever."

[strxwberry-milku]

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy k*nk , Gagging , Cream Pie , Spitting

* 🎀 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 🎀 *

“ Bend ova fa me princess ” Jey said while plopping you down unto the bed.It was so funny at the fact that , he was not to long ago cussing you out , but now look at him….ready to stretch that pussy out until you can’t even spell your name out correctly . Being a good girl you listened to his instructions and bent over making sure you arched your back real good , so him and Jimmy can see your glistening folds nice and presented. It was pathetic really, you bent over , after not even 24hrs of meeting these men, pussy throbbing and clenching at the mere thought of there big , long and thick dicks sliding in and out of your hole and painting your insides white with sticky hot cum. But of course you would like that wouldn’t you? them claiming every inch of your delicate body , leaving hickies and bruises on your neck and thighs for everyone too see, and know that they’re there bcause of them . Naughty little slut you are.

Groaning at the sight , Jimmy came forward and glided one of his thick fingers through your puffy folds “ Shittttt mamas, look at you all excited and shi, you can’t wait can you ?”. Moaning at the sensations of him prodding your hole you grind your ass back up against him , dying to feel at least something to soothe the aching feeling of wanting to be stretched and full. Not liking the fact that you didn’t respond to him, he gave your pussy a quick slap. “ ah-h-hh yes daddyyyy, Ooooo I can’t wait , I want you to fill up my pussy with your throbbing dick pleaseeee” you remarked jolting from the bitter but sweet sting that erupted from your pussy. Laughing he gently grabbed your jaw with of his hands and set your face at angle so that you were staring into his eyes.” That’s what i thought princess,respond when daddy talks to you ” you nodded your head in agreement. “such a good girl you areee” Jey taunted in the background , clearly amused by your obedience.

“Stick out yo tongue pretty girl” Jimmy commanded , examining your face as if it was a sculpture from the museum. Doing as told you stick out your tongue, which was already coated with saliva so you tried so hard not to dribble on yourself. “ Good girl” Jimmy whispered and pursed his lips together ready to let his saliva drop into your mouth .Moaning at the taste of his spit you swallow and keep your mouth open . “Such a dirty slut you are…I wonder what else you could do with that mouth of yours?” Jey said and came from behind Jimmy to peer down at you. He pondered for a second and smirked, with the mischievous glint in his eyes you knew that , by the end of this, your throat would surely be sore.

“Turn yo sexy ass around sweetie” Turning around you focus your attention on Jet yet again, “ That’s it baby ” he muttered while hastily pulling down his grey sweats,quickly revealing his already leaking precum , 8-inch caramel dick . Your eyes widened at the sight “ Fuck” you thought , how and earth was that gonna fit in your mouth ?. Sensing your worry he patted your head reassuringly “ Don’t worry angel, you can handle it , you’re a big girl”. That being said, you took a deep breath and guided his glazed cock into your mouth. Groaning at the feeling of your mouth suction cupping his dick , he pulled your hair into a make shift ponytail and gently began to bob your head up and down. “ Fuc-ckkk yess , baby just like th-att” the pleasure you were giving him was all too much, with the way you were going , you would’ve thought this was you regular job or something .Spit seeped through the gaps of your lips and his dick and dribbled down to his balls, you slightly gagged due to his enormous size, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle .

Feeling a bit left out from the action Jimmy climbed unto the bed and hiked up your dress to position himself behind you . Being so cock drunk from pleasuring Jey , you didn’t even feel Jimmy slap his tip against your pussy until you felt him push the fat head inside .Moaning at the sudden penetration you push back against him,trying to feel full as much as possible. Slapping your ass he gripped unto your hips and started to slam his pelvis against your ass at a rough pace . “ Damn princess , ion know you was that tight...mmn-gn you finna ma-ke me bus-s quickk” he moaned and shut his eyes. It was like your body was on fire, it was all to much, from Jimmy complety obliterating your insides , too the point it felt like he was about to touch your liver too Jey who was face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

Your body shuddered and your knees stared to buckle a little due to the overwhelming pleasure that was seeping through your body. Every moan or noise that threatened to escape , sent vibrations straight to Jey’s dick , further forcing him to his edge. “Shit,Shit,Shit!” Jey gritted out as he could feel his stomach tighten,signifying his release was about too come. You were on thin ice as well, one more thrust from Jimmy and it was over for you. Your blood pumped so fast around your body to the point you could hear it drumming in your ears, sweat dripped down your face and into your bouncing boobs. Jimmy was gripping unto you so tight , there’ll surely be bruises . “ I’m boutta cum princess, come with me ” he strained out, trying so hard to wait on you .

You couldn’t hold it anymore, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and the coil in your stomach finally snapped. Your pussy convulsed around Jimmy’s dick, completely milking him for what he’s got .Quickly pulling his dick out of your mouth he jerked of until his nut spilled all over your face ,almost like a finalised signature ,completing that you belong to him, Jey Uso. Pulling out of your sloppy hole, Jimmy groaned in defence from the loss of your warmth.

*BANG * *BANG* ( the front door )

“ Uh hello ? It’s your new roomate!”

𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍….

I love ending on cliff hangers, it’s to funny. But anyways, how y’all like the new format ? ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

[naffeclipse]

Hi it me again 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Funfact: Artic Orcas have allgie growing on their skin, due to the high nutrients, which they cant get rid Off the normal way. Because it's so cold in the Artic Ocras cant properly shed their skin, not like a snake more like us one little bit at a time, so the allgie stays on their Body.

BUT they have found a way to get rid the allgie, rubbing up against iceberg. This has only been observed in person and never recorded. Howerver reacently National Geografic maneged to capture a video of this rear behavior.

Link to the Newsletter: https://www.newsweek.com/incredibly-rare-orca-behavior-captured-video-first-time-1844762

So how bout Y/N just shows up with a big brush (maybe a hard bristled broom) and giving Eclipse a good clean and skratchs.

Heya, babe! It's always a treat to see you in my inbox!

Oh my gosh, I imagine that Eclipse does his own scratching/cleaning to get rid of the itch but if Y/N offers, he's practically screaming yes at them to go ahead. Eclipse would breach himself and stretch out as if it were a spa day and keep a half-lidded gaze on them when they started to work.

The deep and forceful scratches from the brush would definitely be painful for a human; Y/N worries that they might be doing it too roughly, but Eclipse insists that it's just right and maybe work the brush strokes a little harder, pretty please? It would be heaven for the orca siren.

Y/N would get over his long tail and then slowly work up his back to cover all of his black, white, and deep red markings. All the while, they're half-wary of how much he's enjoying it and constantly aware of how he watches them with this content delight. Each time Y/N wonders if he's had enough, he gives this big heavy sigh of relief and asks them to continue a little higher.

Once it's all done and Y/N's arms are heavy and tired, he'd pull them close to give them a dozen thank-you nuzzles and pecks with pleased hums. He'd then cradle them for a while and ponder how to return the wonderful favor (despite their nervous reassurance that there's no need!) He'd settle on working his claws and fingers over their scalp in very gentle scratches and strokes to illicit pleasant shivers and soft comfort for his birdie.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

The Greatest Gift

Sherlock still remembers the day like it was yesterday. The sixth day of July. He turned seven and a half years that day. And every birthday gift up until then had never come close to this marvellous surprise.

“Open your eyes, darling,” Mummy said, her voice filled with restrained excitement.

He did as she asked, but slow because he didn’t know what awaited him when his eyes were wide open. How could he have predicted that his life would change forever after that moment. He wonders if his parents knew all those years ago, that they literally gifted him his first best friend.

Sherlock opened his eyes and on the floor in front of him was a basket. Inside the basket was a dog. A living breathing dog. His dog he realised after a while. When those chocolate-brown eyes met his, Sherlock zoomed out anything but the puppy who struggled to get out of his prison.

His fur was wavy and some places curly. The colour of it was auburn. An Irish Setter.

“What will you call him?” Father prompted.

Sherlock startled, having been totally engrossed in watching the dog’s pathetic tries to get his small frame over the top of the basket.

“I get to name him?” Sherlock asked incredulously.

“Of course, Sherlock. It’s your dog,” Father told him. 

“Do you like him?” his mother coaxed.

By the tone of her voice, Sherlock discerned that it wasn’t the first time she had asked the question.

“Yes,” Sherlock whispered.

“You can pick him up, you know,” his father said mirthfully. “It’s clear that he won’t be able to get out of there by himself.”

Careful, so he didn’t frighten the animal, Sherlock sat on his knees and leaned over the basket to lift the dog up. Seconds after an eager tongue licked his face and Sherlock giggled.

“It tickles!” he exclaimed.

His parents chuckled and told him he had to train the dog to obey, to teach him what was allowed and what wasn’t.

“In due course. Today you can play all you want with him,” Father assured him when Sherlock looked sceptically at his parents by the mentioning of rules.

Every morning after that, when Sherlock opened his eyes to a new day, Redbeard was there, ready to follow him wherever the day would take them. They became inseparable and Redbeard was quite obedient and didn’t need all the training and commanding his parents had mentioned. The dog was happy to follow Sherlock everywhere and if his master told him no, Redbeard refrained from doing whatever shenanigans he’d been up to at the time.

***

“Open your eyes, love,” John whispers.

Sherlock gets a sudden flashback to a certain July day almost six decades ago. Just like then, he opens his eyes slowly, and just like then he’s gobsmacked by what awaits him. At his feet, in their Sussex cottage, is a basket with an English Cocker Spaniel, red in colour, inside, looking expectantly up at Sherlock.

“John.”

It’s all Sherlock’s capable of uttering. In a fluid motion, unsuitable for his age, Sherlock seats himself on the floor beside the basket and stretches out his arms. The puppy comes eagerly and just like Redbeard did all those years ago, licks Sherlock’s face with fervour.

“Easy, my sweet,” Sherlock coos burying his hands in the soft and curly fur.

He looks over at his husband who’s seated himself beside Sherlock, with a bit more effort. 

“The kiss will have to wait, I’m afraid,” Sherlock says, his face still damp from the greeting.

John chuckles.

“You always make it up to me. Do you like her?”

“Oh, yes, John. She’s adorable. How did you keep this a secret?”

“A puzzle you can figure out later, my heart,” John teases. “What will you name her?”

“Hudders, would be appropriate, but I’m afraid our former landlady’s ghost would hunt me for eternity if I did. Hm…how about Queenie?”

“Perfect,” John agrees. “One drama queen and one…what role would she…”

“John!” Sherlock exclaims affronted, which makes the puppy bark.

“Ah, I see…she’ll be your protector,” John quips.

“Mm. I guess one more couldn’t hurt,” Sherlock ponders.

“Agreed,” John says emphatically. “Now, let’s get up and you can wash that beautiful face of yours so I can get that kiss you promised me.”

@flashfictionfridayofficial @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @safedistancefrombeingsmart @phoenix27884 @gregorovitch-adler @a-victorian-girl @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @raina-at @helloliriels @7-percent @ninasnakie

[sumaneun-stars]

'No Kissing'

pairing. jay x fem!reader

genre. fluff, smut(lil bit)

warnings. mentions of sex, hickeys(sorta), periods

synopsis. Jay has been way too busy after he inherited his fathers company, and you've started to get some negative vibes of your relationship with him. Your thoughts vanish once you see his warm smile once again.

You wake up to an empty bed without Jay, your fiancée. You grab your phone from the bedside table to check the time. You groan as you get out of the bed to get dressed. You miss him- a lot. Ever since he had inherited his fathers company, he's been extremely busy. He'd always leave early in the morning and come home late at night. You often wait for Jay to arrive from work, but the next morning you'd find yourself in bed regretting why you fell asleep on the couch.  

You sigh, thinking of how the both of you used to make love back in college. You needed to feel him so badly. His breath on your core, the stretch and his lips. You missed very part of him. You heard the doorbell of the apartment ring, excited that it might be Jay. You run to the door, only to see Ben and Jay’s sister, Jiwoo, at the door.

“Hey y/n! Long time no see!” Jiwoo greeted you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey! What brings you here?” you asked politely.

“Oh- Jay said he'd babysit Ben while I’m away for my business trip"

“Really-?" you said, confused.

“Yeah,  didn't he tell you?" She asked back.

“Of course he did!" You lied.

You took Ben’s stuff upstairs to the spare room in your apartment. You loved having Ben around, but deep down you were a little upset about Jay not informing you about Ben’s stay. 

“Where’s Uncle Jay?” Ben asked, looking up at you.

“He’s at work Ben, but he’ll come back don’t worry” you say, smiling softly. "Wanna play Lego?”

“Yes!” Ben cheers.

You flop on the bed, tired after having a meal with Ben and visiting the park. You open your chat with Jay, and as usual- there was no new message from him. You felt hurt, and- ignored. It almost felt like Jay had someone else with him- that you were a burden to him. You had been too patient with him, so it was about time you were getting negative thoughts of your relationship with Jay. You looked at the beautiful silver ring wrapped around your ring finger, pondering. What if he was cheating on you? Or planning to break up with you? 

You muted the voice in your head, making your way to the kitchen to start on dinner. You watch as Ben played with his toy train. Looking at him playing made you wonder if you’d ever have a kid with Jay. You set the pan on the stove. Just as you were about to light the fire, the doorbell rings.

“Ben, can you get the door for me please?” you called out to Ben.

“Okay!” you hear him running to the door.

“Uncle Jay!!” Ben screams from where he was standing.

You almost spilled the oil that you were about to pour on the pan.

“Hey buddy I forgot you were coming over!" Jay carried Ben and made his way to the kitchen.

You looked at Jay and instantly all those negative thoughts melted away. You watch as he swung Ben from one arm to another, laughing while doing so.

Jay spotted you, his smile fading away in guilt. He felt guilty for not telling you about Ben’s stay, and for constantly coming home late. He hated coming home to see you asleep on the couch waiting for him. You wore a simple t-shirt with shorts that didn’t cover your thighs well. Your hair was tied into a messy bun, strands falling from the sides of your head. You looked gorgeous in his eyes. Even with all the trouble he caused, you still smiled at him warmly. Jay made his way towards you, Ben still in his arms.

“Hey baby” Jay pecked your cheek, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other holding Ben.

All you wanted to do was just cuddle with him. You feel Jay’s hand stroking your hair.

“Missed me?” Jay asked, returning the warm smile.

You nodded your head without hesitation, not wanting to play his game.

Jay notices your lack of response, and kisses your head feeling guilty once again for playing you.

“Eww” Ben says as he pushes Jay’s face from yours.

You giggle as you walk back to where you were. You start the fire and Jay instantly turns it off. You look at him confused as to why he did so.

“Let’s go out for dinner” Jay leaned on the counter, looking at you with loving eyes.

“I don’t know Jay, I’m not sure Ben will like it” 

“Hey Ben! You wanna go out for dinner or eat burnt food?” 

“Hey!” you punch his shoulder playfully.

“Let's go out!” Ben cheers from the living room.

Jay smiles in victory. You chuckle at his childish behavior.

During the whole car ride to the restaurant, Ben was sitting on the passenger seat with Jay. You would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you that Ben was constantly with Jay, but then again you remembered that Ben lost his father and that Jay was like a Dad to him. At the restaurant, Ben went straight to the play area, which finally left you alone with Jay. 

“He’s a handful isn’t he?” Jay said, chuckling.

“He’s cute though,” you replied.

“Y/n”

“Hm?”

“Thank you” Jay smiled at you.

“Why-"

“I know I've become more distant from you- and I’m sorry if I'm making you feel lonely” 

You look down at your plate of food.

“You deserve so much more y/n, this is not the life I promised you- and I’m sorry for not being there for you, love” he continued. Jay could feel his eyes water, he looked down and a tear fell on the side of his plate. Jay felt a hand cupping his cheek.

“It’s okay” you say as you wipe his tears.

 Jay leans his head on your hand, kissing your palm.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise” He said.

“Not tonight baby, you look tired and don’t deny it” you run your fingers through his scalp in a comforting manner.

“You really are the best wife” Jay chuckles 

“Oh my god stop” You laugh along.

———————————————————

Jay stopped in  front of the apartment, caressing Ben’s shoulder as he was upset that the ride was over. Jay looked behind, only to find you sound asleep. He looked at your peaceful figure, your head leaning on the window, and your hair a beautiful mess. Jay carefully opened your side of the door and carried you bridal style, Ben following behind. He laid you on the bed like most nights when he came back from work. After he made sure that Ben was tucked in, Jay came back to the room to see you still in the same position he left you in. 

Jay gently removed your makeup, admiring your face, he loved your small pimples that were scattered across your face. Slowly he started undressing you, he carefully removed the strap of your dress and pulled it down. He couldn’t believe his eyes. You were in lingerie- his favorite one. Jay watched your body in awe, the lace sat beautifully on your body. He found himself getting hard- almost painfully hard. He missed making love to you so much, and if you wore lingerie of that sort tonight, it meant you were expecting sex- you wanted to make love tonight. Jay felt guilty, and a part of him wondered why you were still with him. You deserve so much more, you deserve to be loved and cared for. Jay removed the cloth of sin from your body without waking you up, he brought a damp cloth and started wiping your body. After changing you into his t-shirt and shorts, he got into bed and made you rest your head on his chest. Jay wondered how tired you were to not get up when he cleaned you up. He was going to make it up to you.

The next morning Jay woke up to make breakfast, he was going to surprise you. Jay took a day off today to be with you and hopefully make love to you. The thought of spending the day with you made him excited.

“Hey” you enter the kitchen in awe.

“Hey love, I took a day off today! We can spend the entire day together!" Jay hugged you and made you sit on the counter.

“Today is entirely about you alright?” Jay looked at you as you giggled.

Jay loved it when you laughed, it was like music to his ears. The both of you admired each other's faces until Jay leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was full of emotion. It also felt like an apology. Jay runs his tongue over your lips for permission to enter, you smile in to kiss and let him in. From passionate, it went to sloppy and hungry. Suddenly oxygen was important- but not for Jay. He made his way to your neck and started sucking on your skin, your moans were turning on Jay so much he wanted to fuck you on this very counter. Jay made his way down to your (his) shorts and hooked his fingers over them to remove it but Jay felt your hand restricting him.

You took his hand away, signaling him not to.

“Baby are you okay? Is there something wrong?” Jay started to panic. This was the first time you had done anything of this sort.

“No jay, you didn’t do anything wrong. It's just..” you looked down, ashamed.

“What is it then? Tell me” he caressed your hands.

“I- I got my periods” 

Jay chuckles softly at your embarrassed expression.

“Baby there’s nothing wrong with that, thank you for stopping me, love” Jay cups your cheek and kisses your nose and forehead in a comforting manner. You smile gratefully at him, but also sad that you won’t be able to have sex with him, then it clicked you-

“Oh my god” You said, thinking of last night.

“What?” Jay asked.

“Did you..” you look up at him.

“Oh the lingerie! Yeah that was a naughty thing you pulled there y/n” he said  teasingly.

“Jayy” you whine.

The both of you laugh and lean in to kiss once more until,

“NO!” Ben runs in between the both of you.

“No kissing!” 

Jay and you laugh at Ben and look at each other lovingly, waiting for the day to start.

End.

a/n: sorry guys for teasing ya'll. smut coming soon though!

[bekaroth-reads]

Gale x Tav/reader

[Like my other BG3 ones, it's either or, but the reader is referred to as Tav at one point. Highly likely I don't have some facts right because I'm still really early in the game, and only know bits and pieces about the later stuff. I just really wanted to write something for him 🥺]

Things were getting rather busy lately. It was actually somewhat welcome seeing as things were, well, not dull, but more calm than you were used to. To be honest, you were certain that you would get used to the more stable way of life, actually enjoy it even, but it was taking you a bit to settle after everything that had happened. For awhile, you kept yourself busy by going to visit Gale’s tower, and, more importantly, Gale himself.

Though it wasn’t too far between where you lived in Baldur’s Gate and where his tower was in Waterdeep, it was enough of a trip to scratch that traveling itch you had gotten from having a cross country journey for your life. You were quickly falling in love with not only the wizard that lived in this town, but the town itself. It was still a decently sizable place, but not quite as bustling and chaotic as Baldur’s Gate.

“Are you alright, dearest?” Gale snapped you out of your pondering as you were looking over Waterdeep lighting up for the evening.

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m alright. Just thinking about the next time I’ll get to come up to visit you.” You sighed.

Gale laughed, leaned your head toward him, and gave your temple a kiss. “You’ve only just gotten here and you’re already thinking about next time?”

You sighed again and smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess I should focus on right now, huh?”

He hummed contentedly and wrapped his arms around you. There was a few moments of comfortable silence before he responded. “How about you do whatever you like, and I’ll focus on here and now. Especially on you.”

There were a few more kisses to the side of your head. You leaned back and rested against Gale as the two of you watched the town come alive for the night. You both must have looked cozy because soon Tara fluttered down from the shelf she was prancing on to settle in you lap.

She didn’t say anything, instead choosing to stretch her wings and paws before snuggling straight into her favorite nap position. Gale, however, involuntarily made one of the most undignified noises he had ever made in whole life as his heart melted at the sight. He was quick to clear his throat to try to cover for it, and explained, “She misses you when you’re gone.” Gale gave another sigh, this one more forlorn, “We both do.”

You turned to kiss his cheek. “I missed you both too. This place is what I think paradise must be like.”

Gale answered this by turning to kiss you proper. After, he started peppering your lips and the side of your face with as many little kisses as he could manage. It seemed sweet, and it was, however you could tell that he was nervous about something and was using his loving onslaught to try to distract you from noticing; or, perhaps to distract him from his own nerves.

The squeeze you gave to his hand was the first way you questioned him. You knew he knew what that meant because you both had been using that gesture for that reason almost as long as you had been together. He either didn’t notice or was pretending not to, so you verbally question, “Gale?” This caused him to huff and rest his chin on your shoulder, his hair and beard ticking at your neck while he debated if he had the courage to say what he was thinking about.

“Love?” You use a different name for him as you leaned your head against his. It was cheating, you knew, because he always caved into what you wanted when you called him that.

His hold on you tightened to give himself assurance. “I was just thinking…” there was a pause as he thought over his words again, “Well, you know me, love. I have never been one to shy away from problem solving; especially when it’s for someone dear to me. And, of course, no one has ever been more dear to me than you.” Gale leaned his head to start kissing at your shoulder. “Lovely, lovely, lovely you-“

“Gale.” You got his attention, and he hummed between kisses.

“Gale.” This time you were more stern.

“Yes, dearest?” He looked up at you with his big, brown eyes that were shining like honey in the candle light, trying to act like he wasn’t stalling on talking to you. You didn’t want to be pushy, but it also seemed like whatever it was he was thinking of was important. The kind of important that needed to be said sooner rather than later.

“We both know what you’re doing right now.” You scolded, but tried to keep it lighthearted.

He grunted in frustration. “Curse you for knowing me so well!” He teased as he gave your shoulder one last kiss then rested his chin on it once more, still too nervous to look you in the eye.

“What if… you never had to leave?” He finally said.

Gale seemed to think he was too blunt and quickly followed the question with, “I-I know that it’s an awfully big thing to ask, and I understand if you need time to think about it. Or, if you simply don’t want to than-“

You were wondering what made Gale cut his sentence off, but a look down to Tara who was woken by the suddenly rambling let you know why. Her eyes looked annoyed from being disturbed, but still had a sparkle of amusement at Gale’s predicament.

“You listen here, you flying feline.” Gale grumbled at the Tressym, “A word of this to my mother, and I will never buy you a treat again!”

Both Tara and you knew that she was too precious to Gale for the threat to hold any weight. Either way, you decided to try to lighten the mood again.

“Gale, I would love to. I do love it here and I would love to live closer to you. But, that’s going take some time. I find out where there’s even a place for sale here, then I’ll have to figure out a good way to get all of my things here, and-“

“Tav, my darling.” Gale cut in, turning finally tuning to look at you once more. You weren’t looking forward the the no doubt smarmy look on his face as the only time that he ever called you, “my darling,” when there was something that you weren’t catching onto, and he was trying not to be condescending about it (a bad habit that he was trying to break). However, while there was still a hint of his usual attitude, the thing that was most present was a blush that was burning his cheeks and starting to dust the tops of his ears. “I’m asking you to live here- with me.”

The whole situation finally caught up with you, and all you were able to do was whisper his name.

Gale stood you both up so he could turn his whole body to face you making it easier to cup your face in his hands; Tara landing on her feet and walking away. “Again, I know this is a very serious thing- a very daunting thing- but…” once again he decided to change his approach. “This tower, it has been my safe haven, my home, for many years now. And, in many regards it still is. But, it has gotten to where it doesn’t always feel like it is anymore. The only time I truly, truly feel like I’m finally home…”

He paused a moment as he lost himself in your eyes, “…is when you are here.”

You weren’t sure what to do. You knew your answer, but all the words for it were completely void from your mind at the sheer intimacy of this moment. All you could think to do was mirror his gesture and place your hands on the sides of his face as well. It was tender and both of you were content to hold each other.

But, then, with neither of you knowing what the next move should be, the moment went from tender to comical. Gale was the first to hold back a snicker, causing him to snort just a bit; that in turn made you start to chuckle as well. Soon you were both giggling like drunkards, yet not moving your hands.

“What in the hells are we doing?” Gale asked as his fingers started to run along the back of your jaw just below your ears.

“I have no idea.” You laughed as you started to scratch your fingers through his beard.

A playful glint sparked up in his eyes, “I know something we could do instead.”

Suddenly, he used his hold to crash your lips into his. The kiss was passionate, yet light hearted. It was followed shortly by him kissing his way down to your neck where he started to kiss in a way the bristled his beard against you in a way he knew you could barely stand, playfully growling the whole time. The very undignified squawk followed by the tickled laughter let him know it was working.

“Gale! What has gotten into you?” You desperately tried to get away from his attack while trying to catch your breath from laughing. “And, to think, you were worried about Tara seeing us before.”

He stopped with a genuine kiss to your pulse point before looking up at you, his hair mussed from his little outburst. “If she had any decency, she’d be well out of the room by now. With how tired she looked I’d wager she went off to bed.”

You glance around the room and notice that Gale and you were indeed alone. Your eyes caught on one of the candles lighting the room, and you watched the little flame dace for a minute as you let out a contented sigh.

“Lost in thought again, my love?” Gale questioned.

You were silent for a bit more before you responded. “I’m going to have to return to Baldur’s Gate sooner than I thought.

Gale physically deflated when he heard this. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled before trying to put on a brave face, “Some pressing business you forgot about?”

“In a way…” you huffed as you were thinking of all the work ahead of you. “After all, it will take plenty of time to pack, find a decent wagon to carry things, put my little house for sale…”

This caused Gale’s eyes to widen and his hands to shoot up and hold your shoulders to ground himself. “You mean- this is- I-I-I can take this as a yes?”

"Yes." You confirmed.

With an excited shout and without another thought, Gale lifted you into his arms and spun you around. He overestimated his ability to do so, and after the first turn you both fell to the floor with you landing on top of him.

He seemed too elated to care though as he rolled you both over and propped himself above you on his elbows, laughing all the while.

With one of the largest, most genuine smiles you had ever seen on his face, Gale took you into his arms and whispered into your ear, "Welcome home, my love."

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Arachnophilia (Part Twenty-Five)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Word count: 4770

Notes: Going into the Halloween arc now hehe &lt;3

With Miguel gone, you were left to lounge away the last few days of the rut. There was no real time to ponder, no long moments to think. You didn’t get to consider what would happen in the world outside Mig’s embrace because in your mind it was all that existed.

You were left to your primal urges, fulfilling them over and over in the filthiest, most basal ways possible, until at long last your body had decided it’d gotten its fill. You took ungodly amounts of Mig inside you. More thick ropes than some men could create in a lifetime, more rutting thrusts than most humans could take.

He shaped you to him in that earthen nest. Bit by bit, you were settling into him. Bit by bit you were falling into each other.

But eventually, just like the first heat, it ended. You were free, and you slept in, blissfully and wilfully pushing to the back of your mind that you’d have to go back to the HQ now it was over, and you’d have to face Miguel again.

Autumn was on its way. It was time to wake up.

…

‘Mi tesoro?’

You stirred awake slowly, snuffling and stretching beneath the sheets. You were wrapped like a baby in a cocoon, surrounding by lavish silk, and by god you were sore. Even the slightest movement of your limbs felt like you were swimming through concrete. You could feel the little pinpricks on your thighs where you’d been held, similar to the bite marks on your neck and shoulders.

That delicious ache, it was painful but enjoyable. You squirmed in the sheets and yawned.

‘Mi tesoro?’

‘Mm… Mm?’

Something warm nudged your cheek, and at last you opened your eyes.

Your body was being nested on by Mig, with his spider half carefully cradling your body against his abdomen while his human half bent forward to plank over your head. His hands were on either side of your shoulders, and his nose was tenderly nuzzling your cheek.

As he watched your eyes open, his own eyes wrinkled up with joy. ‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered, for the third and final time. You gave him a sleepy smile.

‘Oh, Miggy—g’morning handsome.’

You leaned up and awkwardly nuzzled back. His response was endlessly sweet. The way his eyes instinctively closed upon feeling your touch, the way that huge, gruff man purred and vibrated with joy to feel you close. He pressed a few stray kisses to your cheek and nose before pulling back.

‘I, apologize for waking you’ he said gently. ‘But we are expected back at the HQ today, and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.’

You grumbled a little as you rubbed sleep from your eyes. Even that mundane activity seemed to have Mig fixated, as his wide red eyes darted over every little moment you made. He continued to rustle with joy.

‘Ah—shit, sorry, I forgot about that. Thanks for waking me up.’

‘No need to thank me, arañita. It’s the least I can do. It, does make me sad though. You look so content.’

‘You’re not watching me while I sleep, are you?’ you mumbled midway through wiping the left side of your face, fixing him with a one-eyed stare. Mig just rustled harder.

‘When, I am not sleeping? Yes. I watch you. Should I not?’

‘You just sit in bed and watch me sleep?’

‘Mhm.’ He nodded hard and bent closer, leaning his folded arms across your chest so he could address you properly. ‘Of course. You always look so peaceful, it is—nice, to see. Also, I want to be there when you wake. I, like when you do that little smile, when you see me.’

You unintentionally did just that, offering him a soft half smile in mild exasperation over his soppy romantic talk. He rustled harder in response. ‘Mm. Yes. Like that’ he murmured affectionately.

‘My god—you big, beautiful idiot—’ You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his upper torso, awkwardly hugging what you could grab. He quietly closed his eyes and relished in the touch.

‘Mmm… I will miss you today, mi am—mi tesoro’ he whispered, almost slipping out a ‘mi amor’ before catching himself. You chuckled.

‘I’ll miss you too, Mig. Mm—so, do we have time for anything? Breakfast, maybe, or—’

Mig pulled back from the hug to nod. ‘I’ll bring you something to eat before you leave, arañita. I have the fire going already.’

‘My god, so organised!’ As you slowly shifted up in the sheets Mig carefully withdrew his spider form, allowing you space to move. He noticed the way you were stretching out your sore limbs, his eyes fixed on the little bite marks covering your naked body. He felt the hair beginning to stand up on his abdomen and quickly tried to brush it down.

‘Aha—well, I need to make sure you’re cared for. It’s my pleasure’ he said, obviously speaking quickly to cover for his own arousal. You noticed his garbled manner of speech but decided not to tease him  on it. The poor man was smitten, and he knew it well. You knew he felt bad for just how sexually needy he was, and especially for how much he gawked at you.

‘You sure you don’t want me to go get it?’ you asked. He watched you swing your legs over the edge of the mattress as you stretched out your back and arms. ‘I can—’

‘No! No. You stay warm here, you—I can, see you’re still a bit sore’ Mig said, physically barrelling over to block your way off the bed. You giggled and fell back into the sheets, a sign of mercy.

‘Okay! Okay. I’ll stay here.’

He purred with approval as you sank into the white silk, admiring how it looked against your skin. ‘Mm. Thank you. I’ll be right back’ he promised, and with that he disappeared into the earthy tunnels.

He was quick, thankfully, as you’d barely pulled on your underwear by the time he returned. He lay down a clay wood fired mug and a plate of food twice the size of what you realistically needed to eat at your feet. It was your favourite breakfast, one that he’d tried his best to lay out neatly despite his huge hands and cumbersome claws. He must have noticed your eyes widening at the sight as he let out another soft chuckle.

‘You need to eat, mi tesoro’ he said as he sank into the mattress beside you.

‘This much?’

‘After what I put you through? Yes. That much. Eat, please.’

You felt a slight warmth in your face at the reminder of your state, covered in hand marks and claw marks and teeth marks with a body that was saturated with the scent of his rutting musk.

‘Okay’ you conceded as you grabbed the plate. ‘Okay, okay. Thanks, Mig.’

‘You’re most welcome’ he purred.

You settled down into a peaceful silence. He’d grabbed whatever dried venison was left as he peaceful tearing that to shreds while you ate against the comfort of his side, your head nestled into the soft, thick fur of his abdomen as you chewed.

He finished far quicker than you did and turned to blowing on your mug before handing it to you, ensuring you didn’t get burnt. It almost made you feel guilty, just how attentive he was. You ate through as much as you could until you physically couldn’t fit any more into your stomach.  

‘Urgh—Miggy I’m trying to finish this but I don’t think I can’ you groaned. He glanced from your face to the plate.

‘Mm… You are, full?’

‘Mhm. Very much so.’

‘Mm… Okay. I trust you.’ He bent to kiss your forehead before moving the plate out of the way.

‘Is this like a special occasion?’ you asked. ‘Is that why you’re feeding me so much?’

He shook his head as he leant back into you, relishing the little time he had left before you had to get ready. ‘No, no special occasion.’

‘Not uh—celebrating the ending of the rut?’ you teased.

‘Mm, that would be funny, but—no. I just wanted to make sure you were well fed.’

‘Have you got like a… like a, fetish, for it, or something? Is it like the hormone smelling?’ you teased.

He pondered what was meant to be a lightheaded joke quite seriously, as he always did, lightly tapping his spider feet as he mulled over his thoughts. ‘I… Don’t think so’ he eventually replied. ‘I certainly have instinctual desires to keep you will cared for, but, not in a sexual way. The guarding, the feeding. I’ve always wanted to take care of you. It makes me content, if not aroused.’

You smiled as he went through his deadpan explanation, his soft eyes darting over your face as he spoke.

‘Ooh, okay. Your brain’s tryna fatten me up for babies, huh?’

He let out a gruff chuckle as you nestled into his side.

‘Yes. I suppose so. If we ever try to, successfully breed I promise I will keep you as full as possible. I’ll let you eat while I mate if I have to’ he teased.

‘I mean that could be fun’ you teased back. You saw him pondering the idea.

‘There is, I suppose, something arousing about the idea of watching you, indulge while I’m at your back’ he said, his eyes dreamy and distant. You caught his abdomen rustling again. ‘It feeds into that, part of me that feels gratification from distracting you so that I may, finish.’

‘Freaky spider’ you whispered playfully. He smiled back.

‘Mm. You will not get me with that, tesoro. You are just as sexually unusual as I am.’

‘W—excuse me?!’

Your fake, dramatic shock drew him to chuckle again, and this time he went further. He suddenly dove at you on the mattress, knocking the plate and half empty mug to the floor.

‘H-HEY!’

He easily pinning you beneath his enormous spider form, pressing you down into the sheets as his human hands grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.

‘M-Mig?’ you stammered.

‘Mmm, you want to tell me this does not excite you?’ he teased. You squirmed beneath him as the great weight of his furry abdomen pressed on your body, rendering it totally immobile. As you panted he purred.

‘This, arachnid monster does not stir something inside you, hm? You wish to tell me that?’ he murmured, his voice husky and deep. You felt a soft pulsing in your stomach as he held you down.

‘M-Mig—’

‘You do like that, don’t you?’ he whispered. He bent until his lips hit your ear, and he continued to assault you with sweet, husky words. ‘You like this.’

You felt his spider legs at his side, gently probing at your waist and hips. He felt the thick fur and the strange, unknowable body beneath it moving over your own, crushing and grinding into it with feverish intent. You felt him rustling, vibrating. You felt his hot breath on your neck, stirring the hairs on your nape and the slowly healing bite marks on your shoulder.

You let out a soft, involuntary whine. He felt it run through you.

‘Mmm… You like this’ he whispered again.

‘I-I do’ you panted.

He pulled back and gently extended his foreleg towards your face, letting the fuzz brush your lips. You obediently kissed it.

‘Mm…’ The sigh that rattled through his chest was endlessly content. That sight was like heaven to him, and as he leant back towards you, he returned the favour. He kissed your jaw, your cheek, then your lips, before whispering into your ear once more.

‘I am… far, from the, scared little creature you met’ he said. ‘The, insecure beast. And I have you, to thank for that.’

Despite your excitement you felt a flush of warmth in your chest as he spoke. It was a kind reminder that your sexual escapades, while fun, had a very real emotional weight behind them. This poor man he’d convinced himself he was unlovable, and your body had shown him the opposite was true. He was so lovable. He was so wanted.

For all the breeding talk and messy rooms, for all the soaked sheets, it was almost beautiful.

‘Beautiful man’ you whispered back. He released your hands so that you could hug him tight, and as you gripped him you felt his back muscles heaving beneath your palms. That sweet, gentle giant. He nestled into your neck with a moan.

‘Mi tesoro’ he purred into your neck. ‘Tú eres perfecta. Mi cosita perfecta. Quiero comerte, arañita. ¿Quieres comerme?’

‘You—oh, okay, I got it. Yes’ you whispered, half joking. ‘Yes, I’d absolutely love to eat you.’

You emphasised your point with a little clack of your teeth.

Mig pulled back and showed you his half-narrowed eyes. They were deep, bloody, almost dangerously passionate. He moved his hand and used it to draw your own up to his lips, and with the most tender care he licked your index finger. His tongue was warm.

‘Que rico’ he purred, his eyes fixed on your face. You felt a full body shudder rise up through your spine.

‘Mig—’ you barely got his name out before your lips were locked. All that could escape the ravenous approach of his tongue into your mouth was a desperate moan, one that he eagerly ate up.

‘Mm—Mm—!’

You parted hard only when his watch started vibrating. Mig fought to quiet its deafening beeps with a string of saliva still hanging between your lips.

‘Ah—my apologies, arañita, that—’

‘We gotta get going, right?’

He somberly nodded. ‘Yes. Apologizes, again, I—’ Mig went silent as you abruptly kissed him again, leaving one tender peck on his lips.

‘You’re all good. I’ll see you later, okay?’ you whispered. His sweet skin darkened into an auburn red beneath your affection gaze. He had to swallow hard before speaking.

‘Ah, yes. Please. I would, like that.’

Without another word you both began to get ready. You dragged on your suit while Mig struggled into a shirt, having still not quite got the hang of this whole clothing thing. You ended up having to finish his buttons for him when he grew agitated with the fickleness of slipping these tiny little nubs through such tiny little holes.

‘So, you uh—you’re, meeting with him today, right?’ you said halfway through finishing his final button.

Mig’s patient smile faltered a little, and you felt that familiar tension in the air.

It was the first time that he had been brought up since the day he’d come to your den, since his apology and attempted reconciliation through helping to define whether your genes were at odds with each other. It was clear that certain things still remained unsaid about the whole situation.

After everything that’d happened with Miguel, including his apology, you’d all been stuck in a kind of limbo regarding how you felt about each other. This also hadn’t been helped by the fact that you hadn’t seen him since the incident. You’d agreed to not let your paths cross while still rutting to avoid ruining the good will you’d briefly built, and now everything felt a little strange and precarious.

‘Yes’ Mig said slowly as he watched you work. ‘Yes, he—requested today that we go over the early plans for this experiment. He, sent a message about it while you were sleeping.’

You mindlessly found yourself fiddling with his shirt as you pondered how to respond. ‘Okay. So—how, are you feeling about that?’

Mig shrugged. ‘It is… strange. But, I don’t really know how to describe it. I suppose I am, tentative. But I am not angry. How about you, arañita?’

You shrugged back. It was hard to put all of your feelings into words. ‘Ah… I mean, I trust him. I do. It feels weird but, I trust that he is being honest, I trust that he can’t lie, and… you know.’

You saw Mig’s lip curl, but you couldn’t tell why. Your hands went to his flank for comfort.

‘We’re okay, right?’ you said quietly. To your surprise Mig nodded immediately.

‘Yes. Yes, of course. This has nothing to do with you, Arañita. Just—my relationship with you, it is… a comfort. My relationship with him, it is… a burden. I just don’t know how to trust him anymore, but, I can’t turn down this opportunity. It is, too important for us.’

You squeezed his hand as silence fell, letting you both stew in your thoughts. You hoped it would bring some clarity but as the minutes passed you could feel Mig getting restless, as his fur began to bristle and his feet began to tap. You decided it would probably be best if you both just got to work.

‘Well… You wanna get going then?’ you asked.

Mig nodded and slowly rose from the mattress, his leg outstretched to help you up. You stumbled to your feet with his fur clutched in your fists.

‘Okay. Well… let’s get to it’ you said, and swung open a portal back to the HQ.

…

Despite your reservations you decided to accompany Mig up to Miguel’s office and lab.

It was nice to be back in the HQ in this state. You were no longer hobbling about in that awkward, slightly stilted stance, and Mig was no longer utterly fixed to your side like a guard dog.

He was certainly guarding you, to be fair, just not as aggressively. You still smelled like him though.

Outside it was clear and bright. As you ascended to the top of the building you got to enjoy the warmth of the sun beating through the huge glass walls, a nice departure from the misty solitude of the forest, and you caught Miguel basking in the warmth in the elevator once or twice.

It was ever so sweet. He seemed to really enjoy vicariously being part of society, even from behind the walls of the HQ, safely separated from the people. You knew he liked to take breaks on the big pillars where the sun came through and lounge like a cat, basking in the warmth until his fur was hot to the touch.

Sadly though, today he’d be descending into the dark. You both made your way in silence through the upper tunnels into Miguel’s office.

In here it was eerie and dark. The light was dim in these winding corridors, with the walls jagged and mismatched, seemingly unfinished, and the floor covered in half-finished poorly constructed tech. You had to hop over half of it to get through, and Mig struggled to not get his fur stuck on the junk attached to the walls.

You could sense Mig getting nervous. His paws kept tapping in ways that belied a prey animal warning off its enemy, trying to sound bigger than it was, and every time you brushed him, he seemed to flinch. You ended up taking his hand in yours as you ventured further.

You made your way through into the enormous, cavern-like space of his interior office, and there he was.

Miguel was standing atop his floating desk, his back turned towards you and his hands outstretched. He appeared to be filing through a hundred tabs at once. In the darkness the screens were the only light, and their orange hue gave fine definition to his sculpted torso.

He looked tense, you thought. Not as tense as before, but still tense. He must be focusing hard.

Your echoing footsteps were the only thing to stir him. Yours were normal, but with Mig at your back it must have sounded like a whole group of people had just entered. Miguel glared over his shoulder. You caught him preparing what kind of tone he’d adopt, depending on who’d just entered his domain.

When he saw it was you, he panicked. You saw his eyes widen, his shoulders hunching hard as he struggled to clear his desk.

‘You—Ay, ¡chingado!’ he hissed under his breath.

You blinked. It was surprising, to say the least, to be greeted in such a way. His concern was immediately odd; usually he met you both with hostility or avoidance.

You and Mig came to a stop as he abruptly leapt from his floating office, not bothering to wait until it’d landed safely. The sound his body made when it hit the floor was terrifying.

‘You didn’t think to knock?’ he said as he approached. You eyed him up as he brushed himself down. You could feel the tension in the air like a chokehold; nobody knew how the other was supposed to act, how you were all supposed to talk.

You opted to just act as you usually would.

‘There’s no door, Miguel’ you drawled. He watched as you turned and gestured with both arms to the entrance of his office.

In silence he darted his eyes from the door to you. Slowly, his hands came down to rest on his sharp, small hips.

‘Mm. Yeah. I uh—I forgot, about that’ he said slowly.

Again, another surprising response.

Already you could feel the difference. He still had a bit of that edge, that tinted veil of short-tempered aggravation, but he seemed calmer. You could sense something beneath it now. A man who was trying to be stoic while secretly juggling a lot of feelings. An insecure, conflicted man. A man who cared about being good, about seeming kind, even with a short temper.

When he turned to you again his face was a little less stern. You could see the old, tired lines beneath his eyes and around his forehead, but his eyes seemed wider.

‘You, uh—you, okay?’ you asked awkwardly. Miguel seemed to notice your hesitancy, but you couldn’t tell how he felt about it. Was he upset? He did seem a little sad you were still being so quiet, so professional.

‘I’m as good as I can be’ he said, noting the absolute mess around his office. ‘Are uh- are you, okay?’

‘Ah, y-yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, good’ you replied. You saw him raise an eyebrow.

‘Ahuh. So, can we stop making small talk now, please? It’s unnerving. I feel like I’m going crazy. Please just insult me and get us back on track.’

You baulked a little at his abruptness, though you quickly began to appreciate him for it. You were acting weird, much too weird, and you didn’t want to do that. You were weirdly grateful to hear him be both forward and nonchalant.

It said everything you needed it to say right now, just, quietly.

‘Okay. Sure. Your office is disgusting, and your know-it-all attitude is unbearable’ you replied with a shrug.

To your surprise you saw him bite down a smile, almost like he was ashamed of it. ‘Mhm. There we go. Better.’

He turned from you to Mig and coughed, straightening himself out before addressing his variant. Mig was staring him down.

‘So. You… came’ he said slowly.

Mig just stared back. For one horrible, awkward moment he refused to speak.

‘In… I—what, are you referring to? Do you mean in the, slang tense, or—my physical arrival?’ Mig asked.

Almost instantly Miguel returned to his usual aggravated expression. ‘Showing up, the—the physical arrival, of course I meant the physical arrival, you—ay cabrón—’

‘I’ve learned that came is a word with multiple meanings’ Mig argued back. ‘I didn’t want to reply under an assumption—’

‘WHY WOULD I BRING IT UP IN THAT CONTEXT—No, no, calm, calm—’ Miguel turned and forced himself to face the wall, whispering in a mantra that you could only barely hear. ‘Tranquilo, tranquilo, todo bien, todo bien—’

When he turned back around, he was pinching the space between his brows.

‘Okay. Okay.’ He lowered his hand and held it out in front of him, stiff and sharp. ‘I was saying, I am surprised you showed up here, but I am… glad.’

Mig let out a low clicking noise as his eyes darted across Miguel’s body. The tension was still there, yes, but it seemed to be slowly dissipating in the face of pure awkwardness. You watched as Mig then clumsily held out his own stiff hand in front of his variants, almost as if about to shake hands, though without any contact.

‘Yes. I am, here to help’ Mig proudly proclaimed.

You thought you saw a physical vein pop in Miguel’s head. He quickly retracted his hand.

‘Dios mio—Okay, well, I guess I should just, get right to it.’

Miguel turned and clicked his fingers. In response, a wide, holographic board materialized before you, one that already displayed numerous overlapping theoretical equations and multi-verse diagrams. Just the sight of it made your head spin, but Mig approached it without a shred of fear.

‘Mm. Is this your, current work?’ Mig asked.

‘Yes, well—it’s my old multiverse work’ Miguel noted. He waved his hand on the corner of the board, allowing the holographic notes to be smudged away. ‘I’ve added a few notes over the past few days, when they came to me, but its incredibly underdeveloped.’

‘Yes. I can see that’ Mig replied.

Again, you saw Miguel’s eye twitch with irritation. He wiped it aside and continued.

‘So.. I may, give input on this, to you?’ Mig asked, his claws gesturing to the work. Mig nodded again. He looked strained, clearly he wasn’t looking forward to receiving any kind of criticism or input, but he allowed it.

Mig nodded in response, and after a few minutes gawking at the board, they began their discussion.

As the two men began debating logistics you waddled awkwardly in the back. You didn’t exactly feel helpful here. This was all far above your paygrade, these two genetic engineers at the top of their respective field waving their enormous brains around like it was nothing.

You tended to forget Mig’s backstory when it was just you and him at home. You forgot that he was a scientist once, and that at heart he still was.

You could see it now though, and despite feeling a little left out, it was comforting. It was nice to see Mig looking so comfortable and at home, back in his element as he followed Miguel’s ramblings without delay or pause.

Miguel, too, looked a little more comfortable. It seemed that talking work was a bridge that eased all of his social awkwardness. If he could just talk business, especially with someone who understood, he could just about pass as normal for a bit.

After all, Mig didn’t demand jokes or take breaks to make snide comments. He was flat, calm, to the point. For the first time you saw why they were variants of each other. They were both massive, very attractive nerds.

You slowly began to back up as the two started raising their voices in tandem.

‘Hey, I uh—I, best get going, it—’

‘Oh, Arañita!’

Mig turned as you spoke, though he seemed to have not noticed that you were leaving. He rushed over and gently lay a foreleg against your chest.

‘Mi tesoro, I think we will be quite busy in here today. I know I promised to leave and visit for lunch, but, would you be okay coming here?’

You blinked in surprise. ‘Ah—ah, yeah, of course. I mean I can leave you two to just work on it if—’

‘No, please, come by later’ Miguel called over his shoulder. ‘Otherwise I won’t stop, and I don’t need Jess on my ass all over again about eating healthy or skipping meals.’

‘Oh! That is a good idea. Arañita, you could bring some food from the cafeteria? And we can eat here together. I’ll wire you the cost through your watch, I’ll make sure it’s enough that you can get your favourite’ Mig suggested.

You felt your chest flutter a little beneath his sincere expression. He was smiling at you without a care, his fluffy foreleg placed right over your heart so he could feel it thudding.

‘Aha, well—sure. Sure. I’ll, bring food up and make sure you guys get a break. Just ah—don’t kill each other in the mean time’ you said, and though you whispered the last part as a joke Miguel snorted in response.

‘I can’t kill him, unfortunately. If I want to do this atom test I’ll need his legs to hold it steady. Until then he’s collateral equipment’ he called back. You rolled your eyes.

‘My god, what a charmer. Okay, well, in that case… I’ll, see you soon, okay Mig?’

Mig purred and bent down to kiss your forehead. ‘Yes. I will see you soon, mi Arañita. Stay safe.’

‘You too big guy. Get out there and ah, well… I guess, figure out how we can combine our genetics. So romantic.’

You took one final moment with your foreheads pressed together, breathing in the moment, before reluctantly parting. You returned to the HQ to work on being a lower rank superhero, and the two Miguel’s convened over the plan to continue their work.

Perhaps this would work out. Perhaps, this would be okay.

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If you’re taking requests !!!

This may not be much to go off of but maybe reader x Ethan Landry are coworkers and they both have the biggest crush on one another. He’s an awkward mess, but she finds it so cute. It can fluff or smutty, or both 😌😌

yes

“Pass me the stapler, E?” You asked, bent halfway over the receptionist’s desk at the Blackmore Puppy Resort, carefully tapping a stack of papers together.

You’d been sorting for over half an hour, making sure every dog’s paperwork was kept neat and organized for the filing cabinet. Your coworker, a brunet named Ethan Landry, was sitting on the ground near your feet, attempting to fix a broken collar. His tongue was pressed to his cheek, eyebrows furrowed as he fiddled with the metal and leather contraption. Finally he grumbled, moving to his knees to stretch to the opposite cabinet, snatching the stapler up off the top.

“This is fucking hopeless.” He grumbled, passing you the stapler and dumping the collar in the trash. “Boss is gonna kill me.”

“It’s not that bad,” you told him, stapling together the papers, but when your eyes darted down to the bin and saw the mangled collar, you barely suppressed a snort. “okay, yeah. You annihilated that collar.”

“Ugh.” He groaned, leaning his back against the desk, splaying his legs out in front of him on the floor. “Okay, what if I drove to PetSmart really fast and got a new one? Think she’d notice?”

“Before the owner comes to pick up her dog in—” you glanced at the clock. “—twenty minutes? Yeah.” He groaned again and you cracked a smile. “Told you not to take the collar off.”

“It was bath time.”

“You’re supposed wash them with the collars on.”

Ethan made a noise of complaint and leaned his head against the side of your knee as you worked, continuing to staple papers. You let a small smile form on your mouth. You and Ethan had been working together for months now and had become fast friends; you ate lunch together during your breaks, raced each other to answer the phone, and fought over who got to walk the small dogs instead of the huge, hulking German Shepard that stayed regularly at the kennel while his military dad was on tour.

And, to be honest, you liked him a bit.

He was cute, that was undeniable. And the two of you had a sort of easy friendship that had began practically the first shift together. He looked up at you, brown eyes fixed on the side of your face as you finished up filing some paperwork.

“Do you remember Jess?” He asked and you paused, glancing down.

“Jess as in…your ex?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking towards a spot on the wall. “She texted me yesterday. Wants to go to Shake Shack later and catch up.” His curly head tilted as he adjusted himself, sitting up straighter. “Should I go?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Do you want me to want to go?”

“Do you want me to want you to want to go—?”

“Y/N.” He laughed, tugging at your shoelace as he grinned, a stupidly cute smile that pulled at your heart. “Im asking for your advice right now. Help me out.”

You pretended to ponder for a while, even if the thought of Ethan going anywhere with Jess made you feel slightly violent. You shrugged, sliding him a casual glance as you opened the desk drawer and shoved the papers inside.

“I don’t know.” You said, tightening your ponytail before you moved to the computer, pulling up your schedule. “Maybe you should reconsider doing anything with your ex-girlfriend.”

“It’s not like I have other options.” Ethan said, watching as you tapped on the keyboard slightly aggressively. “Right?”

“You could always use Tinder. A much more advanced, entertaining route than the obvious heartache you’re gonna get from getting Shake Shack with her.”

“Come on, haven’t you ever gone back to an ex?”

“No, because I’m not a dumbass. And I’m going on my lunch break in like, ten minutes, so that’s all the advice you’re getting.”

Ethan stayed silent for a moment and you turned, glancing down at where he seemed deep in concentration on the ground. Then he stood, sighing loudly, and stretched. The boy had no business being as tall as he was, practically towering over you when he was by your side.

“What if we went to Shake Shack instead?” He asked, drumming his fingers on the desk as he peered down at you. You raised an eyebrow and he raised one right back. “What? I don’t want to be thought of as a dumbass.” Your amused smile was enough for him to crack one of his own, his hip bumping yours as he walked by. “What do I text Jess?”

“How about nothing?” You offered, following him as he moved towards the back where the two of you kept your bags. “Block her.”

“I was thinking, ‘I’ve found a better lunch date’, but that works too.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your bag and slinging it over your arm.

“You’re so annoying. But fine. We can get burgers if you want.”

“That’s my girl.” He said, grinning as he flicked your ear, his finger hooking through your belt loop as tugged you along with him out of the back.

—

After lunch and then your afternoon shift with Ethan, the two of you wound up at his dorm, splayed out on his bed as you watched American Psycho. Ethan was laying on his stomach next to you, chin on his arm as he watched the film, both of your eyes glued to the screen.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He suddenly asked, and you glanced over in surprise.

“Hmm?”

“Do you—I mean, are you dating anyone?” He looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. Never-mind.”

“Why?” You asked, propping yourself on your elbow and turning your head to face him. He was close, barely half a foot away, his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink. “You wanna ask me out on a date?”

“No.” He grinned slyly, his mask of awkwardness slipping a fraction into one of recognition at the line. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“You’re so cheesy.” You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder, the scent of his cologne invading your nose as he watched you with amused, soft brown eyes. “Quoting Stab like I haven’t seen the movie a thousand—”

Ethan moved quickly, surprising you, one hand sliding from your jaw to your neck, the other hand pressing the mattress for support as he kissed you hard, an involuntary noise leaving you at the rapid movement. He pulled away, forehead brushing yours as he spoke, the taste of his spearmint gum lingering on your mouth.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N.” He murmured, kissing you again, and you slipped a hand into his hair, tugging him further onto you as you whispered your assent.

—

HELLOO

[morgannite22]

Irumi Goes To Babyls?!

The school bell had just rang signaling the class was over. Iruma stood up and stretched as he looked over to see Azz and Clara bickering like always. Seeing his two soulmates always brought a smile to his face. With a bit of courage, he grabbed both of their hands and pulled them out of the classroom.

Azz and Clara were shocked by the sudden gesture, but neither of them had any complaints. They happily allowed Iruma to drag them to their battler. As they all reached the door to the Magical Tools Research Battler, Azz opened the door for Iruma allowing him to walk in.

As Iruma walked into the room, he quickly saw Eligos running up to him. Before he could dodge Eligos threw what seemed to be some kind of potion on him causing him to let out a shout as smoke covered the room.

“Master Iruma!” Yelled Azz as he quickly let go of the door and ran into the room.

“Iruma-chi!” Clara shouted as she pulled out a giant fan to fan away the smoke.

Clara’s fan worked as it pushed away the smoke leaving an all too familiar sight. “Guys?” Said a feminine voice.

Azz and Clara’s eyes widened as they saw Iruma who just so happened to look like the idol persona he used when they all were helping Kerori.

Iruma stood up with a look of confusion on his face. He couldn’t figure out why his friends were looking at him so weirdly. “Is everything okay?” It was then he noticed how his voice sounded. He then looked down and noticed just how baggy his clothes were on him. His eyes widened once it all clicked. “Oh no…”

“I can’t believe it worked!” Shouted Eligos as he cheered in joy.

Hearing Eligos shouts of joy angered Asmodeus. He marched over to Eligos and pulled him by his collar. “What the hell did you do to Master Iruma?!”

Eligos eyes sparkled. “You see I wanted to become a girl to get closer to Lady Ameri! Oh yes, lady Ameri I am one step closer now to being with you!”

While Asmodeus was dealing with Eligos, Clara walked over to Iruma. As much as she wanted to beat Eligos up too, she knew Iruma needed her more. ‘Make him pay Azz-azz,’ she thought.

“Iruma-chi? You okay?” She softly asked with a look of concern on her face.

Iruma wanted to tell her he was fine, but he wasn’t. He shook his head causing Clara to pull him into a hug. With her big sister instincts, she decided it would be best to get him out of there. “Oh Iruma-chi, let's get you out of here,” she said as she guided him out of the room.

While walking down the hallway they came to a stop when a soft voice called out “Iruma?” Turning around they saw it was Kerori. Clara knew Iruma wasn’t up for talking, but she didn’t really know what to say herself.

When Kerori saw the long blue hair it didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on. She quickly jumped into action pulling Iruma and Clara into an empty classroom. Locking the door she turned around. “Okay, what’s going on? Why is Iruma a girl?”

Clara helped Iruma sit at one of the desks. “Stupid Eligos senpai decided to throw one of his potions on Iruma-chi now making him Irumi-chi,” she explained.

Kerori sighed and pinched her nose. “Well, this isn’t good.”

Iruma looked down feeling bad. He knew this would be a big inconvenience for Kerori.

Kerori felt bad when she noticed Iruma's reaction. “No Iruma. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault.” She said trying to comfort him. “It’s just as Irumi you’re technically a famous Demdol. It could cause us a lot of problems,” she explained.

Iruma looked up at her. “What should we do?”

Kerori pondered over what their plan of action should be. “Right now I think it’s best if you act like Irumi. Just until this potion wears off. I’ll talk to my agency and I’m sure we can come up with a cover story for you.”

“Really? You can do that?” Iruma asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.

“I’ve been living two lives for years Iruma. This isn’t anything new for me,” Kerori told him in confidence.

Hearing this caused Iruma to sigh in relief. “I’m so glad.”

“Now Iruma. For the time being you’re gonna act as Irumi. Which means…” Kerori grinned as she looked over at Clara.

Clara grinned knowing exactly what Kerori was talking about. She patted her pockets and pulled out a female Babyls school uniform.

Iruma blushed. “Y-You mean…”

They both grinned even more as they took a step closer to Iruma. Clara holding the uniform and Kerori pulling out her makeup bag. “Now Iruma be still for us”

Iruma gulped. He wanted to protest, but being the pushover that he was he ended up letting them do what they wanted. A few minutes later Iruma was left standing in the red sailor outfit that the girls at Babyls wore and a small amount of makeup on his face which had caused Kerori to grumble about how naturally pretty he was.

“H-How do I look?” He shyly asked. This had caused a small blush to appear on Clara and Kerori’s faces.

“Irumi-chi you look so pretty!” Clara shouted as she hugged Iruma.

“You look nice,” Kerori cooly told him. However, in her mind was a much different reaction. ‘What the heck?! Why is he oh wait she so cute?! Damn, Kerori you really know how to pick them! Maybe the fans would like it if I did another collab with her.’

Iruma blushed. “I really look that good?”

“You do Irumi-chi! You do! Oooo wait till Azz-azz sees you! He’s gonna be all blushy~” Clara smirks as she can’t wait for Asmodeus to see Iruma.

“Now Iruma. For now, you’ll go by Irumi which means you must act accordingly. Lied knows your identity, but the rest of our classmates don’t. I will freeze you if you let any of them find out who you really are,” Kerori coldly tells him.

Iruma flinched. “Y-Yes I understand!”

“Hey hey, Kerorin! Don’t you think we should tell Eggie-sensei about Irumi-chi?!” Clara suggested.

Iruma grimaced at the thought of how Kalego was going to react. He could already hear the scolding he was going to get.

“Hmm yes, it would be best to report it to Kalego-sensei. Good thinking Clara,” Kerori praised.

“Well then let’s go!” Clara shouted

“Wait right now?” Iruma nervously asked.

“Yes now!” She shouted as she grabbed both Iruma and Kerori’s hands and pulled them out of the room.

‘Oh boy,’ Iruma and Kerori thought.

Authors Note: This is the first chapter and future chapters will be posted on Ao3 so stay tuned!

I really hoped you enjoyed this and feel free leave a comment about which characters you would like to see react to Irumi!

[simpingcowboy]

The Rancher's Kid

Pairing: Pero Tovar x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is described as short, use of pet names

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: SMUT!! size kink (mostly fixated on height, but Pero does kind of lift up reader), very quick mention of family, passing reference to sex work, reference to oral sex, slightly degrading language, height insecurities, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, bit of aftercare

Summary: A handsome stranger has a personal request for you and offers you an opportunity you cannot pass up.

A/N: Soooo this has kinda maybe been in my WIPs since Kinktober hehehe but it's heRE NOW!!! :) I did include a handy-dandy Kamasutra illustration of the position I was trying to describe at the bottom (drawing is M/F but this fic is inclusive to all! I simply could not find a M/M illustration to include 😭)

You were grabbing some water over at the local pub. Standing in the small corner where the jug of cool water sat for thirsty patrons. "The Rancher's Kid" the town's folk called you. Though it'd been many moons since you were actually a kid, the name stuck. You often were seen running around town to fulfill delivery orders for your family.

As you drink your water in the corner, a disgruntled noise interrupts your peace. You turn around, your eyes meeting the chainmail armor of the large man behind you. Looking up, you see a very handsome, rather bothered looking face. His dark brown eyes looking down straight into yours. A large scar covering over his right eye. The curls atop his head peeking over his brow as he bows his head to look down at you. He's broad, practically filling the small corner up with his width. The armor only enhances his large features, filling up even more space around him.

"Hello?" You offer up conversation meekly, unsure of the nature of his intrusion.

"You are in my way." He speaks in a thick Spanish accent.

"S-sorry" you stutter feeling intimidated. You step off to the side, clutching onto your cup of water.

You watch the stranger closely. He ridgedly approaches the water pitcher and pours himself a cup of water. You squeeze up closely to the wall behind you, finding yourself barricaded in the corner. The stranger's hand lifts the glass up to his lips to drink. You note the way his hand grips the cup with ease. His thick fingers taking up the height of the cup; his thumb and middle finger almost touching around its circumference. Looking back to your own hand you see you've barely been able to reach around the middle of the cup.

The stranger speaks again. "You are the ranchero's kid? Sí?"

"Y-yes I am…"

"What do you sell?" He asks, turning his body towards you.

"Different things, I don't have anything with me now, but I could bring whatever you need to you tomorrow?"

The stranger brings himself closer, his broad chest threatening to push into your face with each breath he takes. His harsh gaze brings itself down across your body, lingering over your form.

He hasn't taken a lover in many moons, the area around your town baren of most life. It was not unusual of him to go stretches of time without sex, the life of a mercenary not always affording him the luxury of someone to warm his bed. But he knew it. As soon as he saw you, he wanted you. You looked like the perfect little toy for him to play with.

"Are you for sale?" He asks coldly with a curious arch of his eyebrow.

"Am…am I for sale?" You repeat his question, certain you must have misheard him.

He answers you with a grunt and a nod.

An embarrassed heat runs across your face. You hastily shake your head no. "No. I'm not for sale." The stranger's gaze on you suddenly feels much heavier than before.

He pouts, and ponders for a moment. Still trapping you in the corner. "Then, what should I do- to convince you to lay with me?"

You swallow around your pride, the weight of which is sitting heavy in your throat. "I'm not sure…why should I lay with you?"

You didn't have many viable prospects realistically. The town was small, with limited availability at any one time. You certainly could not deny your attraction to the stranger, no matter how gruff he may be. With each passing moment, he grew more tempting.

The smallest smirk comes over the stranger's face. "Because little one…" He reaches up, taking your face in his hand. His large hand stretches the length from one temple to your other cheek, consuming your face in his grasp. "I will make you feel better than any man ever has before."

As much as you may like to deny this stranger the satisfaction, you couldn't deny the urge to feel those thick fingers in other places…

He'd returned you to his chamber for the night, a rented out little room off the side of a home. Pero was his name so you learned when he asked you to scream it out for him. You had learned very quickly that he was keen on keeping his promise of pleasuring you. It'd been over an hour of him teasing you with his mouth, licking, kissing, sucking. All the while stretching you out on his fingers. One…then two, and now three of his thick fingers eagerly stretching you out to take him.

"You are doing so well."

Pero greedily takes in the sight of your stretched out hole around his fingers before slowly removing them. He sits back in his haunches, towering over you laid on your back. His face and golden chest glimmering in the warm candle light. Warm brown eyes look up to peer into yours. His sulky expression is much softer than it was before.

"So stretched yet …" Unbreaking his eye contact with you, he steadily unlaces his breeches revealing his cock to you. "Maybe it will not fit." Pero says with the crook on his mouth. A teasing smirk growing on his face. He's big, long, thick. Even in his large hands, he barely fits around himself. Pero leans forward, resting his heavy cock along your hip. "Dimé, do you think your tight little hole can take me?"

You return his smirk, wrapping your thighs around his hips. "Only one way to find out."

He lets out a groan, your warm legs pulling him closer. His cock rubbing against your stomach.

"We will see, Quierde."

Pero pulls back enough to line himself up. He pushes in agonizingly slow. Letting you feel the stretch of his cock filling you up. The heavy weight of him pinning your hips to the bed. Inch after inch after inch he stuffs you full of him. Finally he plants his hips tight against yours. You swear you can feel him in your stomach.

"Bueno…muy bueno." He sighs out, satisfied with the way you've taken all of him.

He leans forward, caging you in under him as he slowly rocks his hips against you. Pero's body fills up your vision, casting his broad shadow over you. Even while lying above you, he still has a height advantage. His head starts where yours ends. You eagerly nip at Pero's neck, being the only thing really within your reach. You lap at the pulsing vein running up the length of it. Your arms stretch around his wide chest, nails scraping over his shoulders.

"More, I can take it." You plead.

Pero moans loudly on top of you. It's like you'd read his mind. He'd felt nervous about hurting you. You were well stretched out for him, but he didn't wanna break you. He was a heavy man,tall and sturdy. If he put his weight behind his thrusts he knew he'd risk hurting you, or knocking your head up against the headboard. But Pero Tovar was a man of great improvisation.

"Hold onto me."

As swiftly as he snuck into your life, he grips your hips and turns you both over. He sits back against the headboard with your legs still wrapped around him. A satisfied moan comes from his lips as he looks down at you sitting on his cock.

"Ride me." Pero asks of you.

You nod, a desire to satisfy him burning through you. Though, try as you might, your legs only barely made it from one side of his hips to the other. Your body didn't permit you the extra room needed to properly take him like this. You whine in frustration, only able to rock against him. He chuckles at your whine, causing his cock to twitch inside you.

"Shh, little one. I see." Pero's hand goes to your thighs, already so spread to accommodate his hips. "Turn around."

You do as he says, hopping off and quickly retaking your position on his lap now facing away from him. A moan coming from both of you as you sink down on him.

"Lean back against me, Girasol."

You recline against his warm chest, tucking your head under his. Reaching back to wrap your arms against his neck for support.

Without warning, Pero grabs your legs out from under you. Pulling your legs up and keeping them spread wide on either side of your body His large hands holding you tight in his grasp. Experimentally, he lifts you up on his cock, moving your whole body. Before slowly lowering you back down on him. Each muscle in his arms and chest was so controlled. Shit- how had you not noticed just how strong he was?

"There you do, Quierde." Pero bites back a growl. "Just like a pretty toy for me. You still want more?"

"P-please Pero. Play with your toy."

"Mierda" he moans loudly.

That sends him over. Any semblance of self control he had was quickly slipping from him. He lifts you again and again. Fucking you harder and faster with each lift of your hips. Enjoying the way your hands cling to his neck and shoulders.

"So good Little One…so small" his nails dig into your hips. "So tight for me."

Pero's head rolls back in pleasure. He knew you'd be so perfect for him. Letting him fulfill a fantasy, getting to use his body to its full advantage to fuck you. Even the slight burn in his arms turned to pleasure as you relinquished any power over to him. Sometimes Pero hates the mirror. His body is evidence of the many difficulties in life he's overcome. The scars, his muscles, even the scowl he wore on his face all evidence of his marred existence. But in this moment? He was so grateful to this body for bringing him to you. And for being strong enough to bring you pleasure like this.

Your moans echo off the cabin walls as you tuck your head into Pero's neck. You didn't always love your short stature. It came in handy sometimes on the farm. Being lower to the ground was convenient for gardening, or for lots of miscellaneous things here or there. Not like any of the animals cared, but other people? It felt hard to not feel a sense of inferiority. So many people towering over you, literally looking down at you. Right now though, you felt so grateful to be shorter. Letting Pero use you in ways that'd be impossible otherwise. Allowing him to fill and stretch you to your brink. You felt so safe in his grasp.

Pero's hips piston up to meet your bouncing form. Delicious groans spill from him with each thrust. A hand comes up between your legs, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look up at Pero. He growls as he leans down, meeting you in a feverish kiss. He's all tongues and teeth. Brash, but no less passionate.

"Need you to cum." He grunts into your mouth. Teeth nibbling at your bottom lip.

Pero shifts beneath you. The other snakes down and takes you in his hand. Fingers rubbing in circles and short flicks with perfect precision. Making you whine out at the way he works you. With one hand firmly in place, the other arm stretches across your thighs. Pressing them close together and pulling you as tight as he can against him. Each thrust has him slamming you back down on his cock.

"Pero!" You cry out. The tightly wound knot in your stomach threatening to snap. "I'm s-so close." You mumble, barely able to speak over the vigor with which he fills you.

"Cum Girasol!" Pero demands, lips tracing over your face and neck. As much as he longs to kiss you, he needs to hear your cries for him. His fingers work you faster, harder.

You're eager to comply. It's just too perfect. His large form, keeping you safe in his embrace, arms wrapped around you. His warm breath in your neck. Feverish kisses pressing in your skin. The way his beautiful cock stuffs you full with every hard thrust. The feeling of Pero's hair just barely brushing over your finger tips. The sound reverberating off the walls and filling your ears with the sound of delicious sin. His hand working you even closer to orgasm. Pero feels like a dream around you. A dream you happily let yourself give into. The band snaps as you cry out for the mercenary for the final time that night.

"Pero! Pero- fuck!" You moan into the room. Cumning all over his hand and leaking onto his cock. Your body pulsing around where he's still firmly fucking you. Filling you with himself all the way to the root.

"T-too good…dios Quierde. I-I" He cums with a loud cry of your name. His whole body tightening up around you. Thrusting one…two…three more times as he cums, filling your holes with rope after rope of his cum. Finishing by planting you down on his hips, keeping you on his now softening cock. His hips are just barely grinding up into you, enjoying the heat of your body. Pero heaves into your shoulder, breathing heavy from his orgasm. "Mierda…" he murmurs. His arms still wrapped tight around you, hugging you. A trail of soft kisses make their way up your neck. "Such a good toy. So good for me."

You chuckle as Pero tickles you with his moustache. You let your arms fall from behind his head to feel down along his arms. Feeling slightly dazed from the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally catching his breath, Pero asks, "Did I keep my promise, Quierde?"

"Promise?" You murmur.

He smirks, "To please you better than any man ever has before."

"Oh-" you feel your face run hot, "yes…I'd say so."

He huffs, obviously satisfied with himself. "Relax with me." He gives you little choice as he repositions the two of you together. His arms untangle from your thighs, slowly bringing them down to an outstretched position. The mercenary shimmies down off the headboard, lying down on his back and bringing you with. He's careful not to remove himself from inside you. He sighs out and closes his eyes. Strong hands come to your waist, just rubbing up along your sides. Imprinting your figure into Pero's mind. His skilled fingers draw delicate shapes into your skin where he touches you. With each deep breath of his, his stomach presses up into the curve of your back. He's so relaxed, unlike the way he was when you first encountered him.

"Pero?" You whisper, not wanting to interrupt his peace, but uncertain if he's planning on allowing you to stay or kicking you out.

"Hmm?" He groans, rubbing his eyes. "Need to rest-" he yawns "Or else I can't fuck you again."

Your face goes hot at the indication. "A-again?"

"Mhmm…you stay, Quierde." His hands hold onto your hips keeping you in place. A moan catches in his throat as you squeeze around him. "I'll clean you and then," Pero leans in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. "Make you messy again. Okay?"

You nod quietly against his head. "Okay Pero." You say trying to hide your smile.

"Good, Little One. Now rest." He nuzzles you before planting his head back down on the pillow.

You yawn, a wave of exhaustion rushing over you. You press against Pero's warm body, letting yourself relax against him. Enjoying the gentle ache between your legs, and the light weight of Pero's soft cock inside you. His hands embrace you in a comforting hug. A soft snore coming from the man beneath you. A feeling of warmth encapsulates you as you slowly lull off to sleep. Grateful for your encounter with the mercenary.

Position name, Full Nelson

[cryptwrites]

Kinktober Day 1: Riding

HI HI HI IM NORMAL ABOUT MY OCS SO. THIS IS SMUT ABOUT TTRPG CHARACTERS. if you’re apart of the party and reading this I AM SO SORRY but also turn away and simply? don't read it teehee kiss kiss.

THIS IS YOUR SMUT AHEAD WARNING.

"It's too early, Numbers," Pitch groaned into the mattress, pushing their face farther into their pillow, and pulling the comforter over their head, “What are you even doing?”

Caradoc smiled, tilting his head to the side, almost like a confused puppy, “I always get up this early? I always have.” 

“Yeah but, this feels earlier than early. Is the sun even out?” Their muffled whines barely audible.

“Well lets see…” Caradoc walked towards the window next to their bed.

“Wait! Wait wait-” Pitch’s head flew up from the pillow, and in an act of foolishness, looked right towards Caradoc, who was opening up the curtain. As if Sarenrae herself knew of this interaction, the smallest rays of sunshine peaked through, just hitting Pitch’s eyes. They flinched, throwing their head back into the bed. 

Caradoc’s hands clasped over his boyfriends eyes, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead, laughing gently, “You can’t be mad, it was a little funny.”

Pitch sat up, lightly smacking Caradoc’s arm. "I hate you." 

Caradoc laughed again and sat at the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on Pitch’s cheek, gently, “Sure you do,” he leaned forward, kissing the skin just behind Pitch’s ear, “You hate everything I do to you too hm?”

Pitch rolled their eyes, snuggling up against him, nuzzling their head into his chest. Caradoc’s hand found its way into Pitch’s hair, stroking his head. "I still would have liked to get up." Caradoc said, sighing. He stood and helped his boyfriend off the bed. Pitch stumbled, almost falling over, and Caradoc caught him, laughing, "Did you sleep okay last night?"

"Mmm yeah," Pitch answered. "You?"

"Of course." He smiled, “I’m going to go on a run, did you want to come?” he stretched his arm as he said this.

Pitch looked to the ground, pondering the question a bit, “How long of a run is it?”

“30 minutes. Not long.”

“Are you actually running the whole time?” “Mostly, yeah.” Caradoc had been rummaging around in his dresser, looking for running clothes, tossing a t-shirt and sweatpants twoards Pitch, “You can wear these, if you want. Just clothes to get all sweaty in. Nothin fancy.”

“I didn’t even answer you. But yes I will go with you.”

“I know.” Caradoc smiled, still bent over looking for another shirt.

Pitch unfolded the clothes Caradoc had thrown them, clothes that were much to long for it to ever actually wear outside in anyway that mattered. Pitch threw them back at Caradoc, sending the sweatpants to drape over his head. His head looked towards Pitch - before straightening up his posture, pulling the pants from his face.

“What was that about?”

“Look at those pants and tell me that they’ll actually fit me.”

“Right,” he paused, running his hand through his hair. “You have, other clothes, yeah?”

Pitch stared at him, smiling. They walked towards the closet, pulling out workout clothes. Caradoc laughed at this, sliding a tight, black shirt over himself, and wearing the sweats he had thrown at Pitch moments prior.

The run was nice, even though Pitch whine through half of it, it’s mind was elsewhere the whole time. This, by no means was the first time they had seen Caradoc in this type of state, but it was the first time they were actively trying to not focus on just him. Caradoc was quiet when he ran, a right earphone in - that Pitch had been given the sister to -, humming slightly to whatever song was playing. Caradoc did not intimidate Pitch, it had seen him do too many stupid things and make too many questionable decisions to really be intimidated. However, Pitch’s breath hitched slightly, each time they caught a glimpse of the ways Caradoc’s shirt hugged his body. The outlines of muscle only highlighted by his sweat*, holding the fabric even tighter. Pitch watched his partner's body move, in perfect rhythm with the music and itself. Each step, each adjustment and twitch made with perfectly methodical precision.

They made their way around the block a couple of times, eventually making their way home. As soon as they reached the door, Pitch pulled Caradoc inside and towards their room. Closing the door, and pressing his partner's face against the wall. Pitch was still in awe of him. So much so that they had forgotten about the entire concept of personal space.

“Numbers…” They breathed.

“Hm?” He grunted into the wall, voice low, “Was this your plan this whole time?”

“So what if it was?” Pitch asked simply, placing a hand on Caradoc’s hip, slowly moving it towards his ass.

“Did you think I’d be okay with this? Did I tell you that you could do this?” Caradoc’s tone wasn’t angry, nor upset, more as if he was almost teasing. “Am I not your boyfriend?”

“Um, yes.”

Caradoc turned his head, looking towards Pitch, eyes narrow. “I did not say you could, you did not ask me. I did not give you permission.” He pouted, but still unable to completely hide his smirk. 

Pitch stepped closer to him, reaching around to cup his face. Pitch stood up on his tiptoes, and leaned into the wall next to Caradoc. “Don't act like you don't love it.” They said, leaning down. “You want this, right?”

Caradoc smirked, biting his cheek, “Fuck,” He pushed himself into the wall, “Yes. Yes I do.”

Pitch slowly leaned in and kissed him. Their mouths met with the taste of sweat. Caradoc opened his mouth to let Pitch’s tongue in, and wrapped his arm around their waist, pulling them in closer.

“You could have just asked me after the run. I would have said yes, then too.” He said, looking back down at Pitch.

Pitch took a step back, leaning in and pressing their cheek into Caradoc's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, and kissing softly. "I wanted to surprise you." Their voice was low, as they ran their hands over the front of his shirt. Caradoc tilted his head back, and brought his hand down Pitch’s waist. Pitch turned him towards the bed, and pushed him gently onto the mattress. Pitch began to take off his shirt, but Caradoc beat them to it. He sat up quickly and threw the shirt over his shoulder. Pitch looked him up and down - taking in the sculpted android in front of him. Pitch climbed over him, and pressed a kiss to Caradoc’s chest. They had just begun to leave little pecks up his collarbone when they felt hands slide under their shirt.

"Pitch," Caradoc huffed, "Take this off."

Pitch laughed and sat up - which caused Caradoc to place a hand on the front of their pants, squeezing slightly. "Pitch," he repeated.

"Okay, okay.” They smiled and threw the shirt off the bed.

Caradoc ran his hands up and down Pitch’s thighs. Pitch placed their hands on either side of Caradoc’s face, before leaning down to kiss him. Caradoc’s tongue thrusting into his partners mouth, as Pitch ground their hips into Caradoc’s. Caradoc moaned against Pitch’s lips, running one hand up their stomach, to squeeze and tease at one of their nipples.

Pitch pulled back from the kiss, "F-Fuck." Caradoc smiled, applying a little more pressure, making Pitch throw their head back at the sensation.

"You really like that, hm?" He asked, continuing to pinch and pull at the skin, while he kissed Pitch’s chest, “Your nipples are so sensitive.”

"F-fuck, you’re a dick."

Caradoc pushed Pitch off his lap. He stood up, taking off his pants before turning back towards Pitch, who was also standing on the bed to get out of their clothes. Caradoc wasted no time, pushing Pitch back into the wall, and picking him up by the waist. He brought them down onto his cock - which was already quite hard, and slippery with precum. He bucked into Pitch, moaning as their bodies came together. Pitch placed it’s hands against the wall, keeping themself stable against his partner.

“What am I, Pitch?”

“A-A - fuc- shit- …a dick.”

Pitch’s head fell back as Caradoc hit a spot inside them that made their whole body feel warm. The feeling of their cock being rubbed between their stomachs was almost enough for Pitch to cum, but they held it in, knowing they needed to focus on Caradoc.

“Pitch, do I have to be gentle?” Caradoc asked, breathing heavily, and thrusting into them with every other word, "Pitch, Pitch, Pitch.” He huffed as he ground into them again.

Pitch was busy trying to catch their breath, and lost track of what they were being asked. "Do you have- have to what?"

"Be gentle? I want to fuck you harder." Caradoc breathed against Pitch’s neck.

“No,” Pitch answered, with a gasp, “Have me however you want.” Caradoc pulled out of them, before pushing back in again. He did this a few more times, before he backed onto the bed, sitting Pitch down on top of him. 

“Go on Pitch,” Caradoc bucked into his partner, who’s one hand braced against Caradoc’s hip, with the other braced on his bare chest. “You always look so pretty when you cum.”

"Fuck! Oh shit- Caradoc- Cara-." Pitch moaned out, as Caradoc kept pushing in. "Caradoc," They moaned, "Oh Caradoc." Their neck strained as they’re head continued to throw itself backwards, staring at the ceiling. Caradoc moved his hips faster, slamming into them harder, trying to keep a rhythmic pattern with the circular motions of Pitch’s hips.

“Does that feel good? Is that what you want, pretty boy?” Caradoc smiled, running one of his hands through his hair while the other kept Pitch steady.

“Caradoc!” They shouted again, wrapping their legs around his waist, holding their body tight against Caradoc’s, “Caradoc I’m gonna-“ Their body tensed up as they came.

“Come on pretty boy, cum for me.” Caradoc panted, thrusting into Pitch one last time, “Fuck. Fuck, Pitch.” Caradoc came with a final huff, quickly pulling out.

Caradoc rolled onto his back and pulled Pitch with him, placing them in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around them, holding them tight and kissing the top of their head. They laid there for a while, catching their breath. Caradoc finally looked over at Pitch, who had not yet opened their eyes.

"You look happy," He said.

Pitch opened their eyes, which were rimmed in red. "I am," They smiled, nuzzling deeper into Caradoc, "You look happy too." 

Caradoc nodded and pulled them in closer, "I am, thank you Pitch."

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*the author paused here, thinking about the anatomical realities of androids being able to sweat. But this is a smut story and this bitch does cum so thats a conversation for later

[qnomnstrs]

Nanami x Reader Finding You in the Dark

It’s been a while since I wrote a story, don’t judge. I feel the writing is kind of emotionless, but I’ll work on that. This story contains ADULT SEXUAL THEMES MNDI 18+ ONLY

Nanami Kento speaking in blue

Itadori speaking in red

Y/n speaking in purple

Warnings: Smut, Aphrodisiac curse, drugging, creampie, dubcon (because of drugs), semipublic sex, Terrible plot with porn, pet names like sweetheart, hon or honey, Use of sir.

You found yourself on a mission with Nanami and Itadori. You were recruited later in life, already an adult. Nanami oversaw training the newbies after Gojo. It was hard not to crush on the blonde man. He was a bit older, the age lines prevalent on his face. Despite his age he is quite muscular with a strong jaw. You are smitten with the man. Not to mention how sexy it is to watch him in battle. He is so headstrong with a calm demeanor. When it comes to training, he always mentions “it’s my job to watch over my subordinates”. He is a little rougher with Itadori than you. Perhaps the reasoning is that Itadori is way stronger than you or that he has Sukuna inside him. Anyways, back to Nanami. He gives off a respectful nature and a demanding presence. You call him sir. It’s been a while since you’ve called anyone sir, but he makes you feel it’s necessary.  You catch Nanami observing you both in battle and not. Well, he kind of analyzes everyone. You wonder why that is, what he is thinking. Not to be a hypocrite but you’re literally analyzing him in your mind right now. You have a bad habit of people watching too.

You three were fighting a curse close to sundown. It was necessary to hurry as the darkness would prove a challenge. Nanami had the same idea.

“We need to find it’s weakness and exploit it before nightfall.”

“Yes Sir!”

It is a slimy curse. Itadori was rushing and landed a punch. After impact, the punch blew a hole through the curse.  However, as it blew through, the slime, split in two. The smaller spawned slime fled the scene.

“Itadori you can handle the smaller one on your own. It might be hiding to regenerate. y/n and I will take on the bigger one.”

“All right! Leave it to me!” Itadori sped off chasing the other curse.

“Y/N I’ll try to leave this up to you”

You pondered where to hit it. Slicing through the slime just temporarily subdued it. It’d be nice to have a domain expansion to crush it.

The slime created a tendril and went to strike. Nanami quickly sliced the tendril off before it reached you. The now fallen tendril moved its way back into the main body.

“Y/N pay attention. You have to observe while you move.”

His back was to you as he spoke. His back muscles are showing through his shirt. He towered over your smaller form.

“Yes S- sir! Sorry!”

 He continued to move away to give you more space. You were now quite aways from Nanami, on the opposite side of the slime.  Sundown was here, the sunset finally ending. As the sky darkened, without warning, the slime curse exploded. Pieces of slime and rain came falling. You grimaced at the sight and wet slimy smell, like a swamp.

“Itadori must have defeated his! That’s why it ran away, it had the weak spot!” You could no longer see in the darkness.

“Sir?”

“I’m right here y/n. Come to me we don’t know if this thing will regenerate. Or if this slime will affect us”

You followed his voice. You held your weapon in one hand and the other hand ooen and stretched out searching.

“I’m coming Sir”

The slime was soaking into your skin. Brushing it off didn’t help with the rain. Suddenly you felt your body reacting. You felt so cold from the rain, yet your core was heating up. You shivered at the conflicting forces. Your body ached with desire, nipples hardening. Your breath was hot and raggedy, head warm and fuzzy

“Sir I don’t feel well I think somethings wrong.” It was still embarrassing to tell him what exactly was wrong.

“Hurry come over here ill check you, we- n-need-”

Nanami’s voice faltered and came to a halt. He was starting to feel the effects as well.

“Sir?”

He didn’t respond. You could hear his huffing. You continued to search. You swear you could smell him. His fancy musk cologne, always the professional businessman. Your hand came across a wet brick wall. You continued to grope it, realizing it was Nanami’s chest. You dropped your weapon placing your other hand on him. His shirt was soaked and cold. Underneath the cold fabric his body was hot. He grabbed you by the hips, but he didn’t pull you close, almost as if he was holding you back. It was hard to stop yourself you couldn’t think straight. Your breathing matched his and your condition worsened. Heading to Nanami might have made things worse. You rubbed your legs together and groaned at the feeling of his hands on your hips.

“y/n we need to get out of here”

“I’m sorry sir please”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for. Nanami’s skin jumped hearing your desperate plea. He grabbed the back of your upper thighs and lifted you up. You yelped and hung onto his shoulders. You buried your head into his shoulder inhaling his scent again. He began to run with you in his arms. It was an attempt to get out of the rain and copious amounts of slime was still falling.

He reached a park that was dimly light and abandoned. He placed you on a picnic bench under a pavilion. His arms closed around you as he looked in your eyes. His glasses were still on, hiding his true intentions. You were now safe and out of the rain but not safe from Nanami. His cock was erect and was visible along his thigh. It was thick.

"We need to find itadori “

You pulled on his tie

“I need you” Normally it’s hard to be this open but the effects of the slime have taken over you. You just desperately need relief. You need him inside you.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to take advantage of my subordinate in this state. I like you y/n but I can’t not here. This isn’t what a man does” Nanami wasn’t lying that he had feelings for you. You were mature and kind. He liked watching you after missions, how you laughed and spoke with the others. How you would cook for the younger trio when they got hungry. He removes his glasses. His face was stern but softened trying to comfort you.

“I have admired you for so long sir and I don’t think I can look anymore. I need to feel you it hurts so bad please help sir please”

His fists tightened. It was hard for him to keep control. He was better than this. He didn’t want to hurt you. You kissed him. His eyes widened at your desperation. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock had been rubbing against his slacks so painfully. He puts his hands under your shirt rubbing circles into your hips. He wanted to feel everything and admire your body but now was not the time. This was desperate. Not only that, the faster the relief- the faster this can be resolved. That way you both can get back safely. At least that’s what Nanami told himself. He unbuckled himself and undid his zipper. He slipped out his cock and pumped it twice. You broke the kiss and took off your wet pants. You went to lie on the table, but Nanami stopped you.

“Don’t dirty yourself on this table come here ill hold you hon.”

Nanami lifted you again, your feet on tiptoes, on the bench seat. He had you by the thighs again. The sexy blonde slipped your panties to the side and began pushing his cock into you. He was thick and had to prod a couple of times before entering. There was tension and strain, but Nanami kept bullying his cock into you, forcing it to fit. Meanwhile your hands are wrapped around his neck, and you are melting. The stretch onto his cock was euphoric. The pain mixed with pleasure, and it felt good. You wrapped your legs around him as well. He began a steady and rough pace.

“ooh-OH! Oh my god Sir-”

“Call me Kento sweetheart. Y/n you have such good manners when my cock is all the way in you. N-no n- need for formalities. *gasp*  You’re so sexy”

 The tip of his dick rubbed roughly against your cervix. His was no longer pulling out, just keeping his cock inside as he thrusted roughly. You moaned at how sensitive you were.

“ooh sir… Nanami..fuck- KENTO!  please ughh make it hurt- please don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Sweetheart you are so mean to your pussy. Let me take care of you alright ill make it feel really good. You just hang on y/n”

You came right there a strong orgasm rippling through you. You squirted on his cock. He pushed you through your orgasm and continued fucking you.

“Kento God I’m so glad it’s you I wanted to fuck you so bad. I want to kiss you again nhnn..”

“Is that so? You want an old man like me? You deserve better y/n”

“No sir please please don’t let this be the last time.”

“You really know how to make a man feel special hon. Well all you do is have to ask nicely and ill will GLADLY fuck this wet pussy the way it needs it. God y/n I’m gonna cum I need to pull out y/n”

“nu-ugh please Kento inside inside”

“I can’t I can’t” Nanami tried pulling out put you held him there. Riding him through his orgasm.

“Fuck y/n ughhhh” He grunts as he cums into you, as he spurts, he thrusts up into you a few times. He grunts again as the second orgasm runs through him. He starts cumming again kissing you furiously as he rocks his hips into yours. You both catch your breath as he stays inside you. You both seemed to have calmed down from the effects enough. He sets you down, and hands you his handkerchief. You used it to clean yourself of any leaking cum. He zips himself back in his pants, and you put yours back on. He then proceeds to put his jacket over you. Footsteps are heard running towards you, Its itadori. He is also soaked in the rain but no slime.

“Hey guys I got the curse! How’d yours go?”

He looks at the both of you hanging onto each other, curious.

“Ew you guys are covered in slime. “

[lumisparks]

Indivisible: Dhar Reincarnated

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Word Count: Almost 4k words

Breakfast was being prepared by the chefs and Zebei,”Kushi? Can you go get Dhar?” The archer requested. The girl nodded then left the kitchen. She walks through the quiet halls while greeting or saying morning to the monks that she went past. Once Kushi made it to the room, she knocked on the door and called out Dhar’s name. 

... A few seconds in and no response from the swordsman. “Dhar?” ... Nothing. With a sigh, she grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and opened the door as she peeks in. Oddly, she doesn’t see the silver-haired man in dark, torn clothing. “Where did he go?” Kushi pondered. She walks off to go look for Dhar within the big monastery.

She asked a few monks if any of them had seen him. Luckily, one actually did,”I think I saw your friend head into the art room. He probably noticed Sangmu doing her usual sand mandalas.” Kushi nodded,”Thank you, sir,” She said and headed off to go to the room where Dhar is in.

At the art room, Dhar was sitting across from a girl with dark hair, donned in a colorful dress. She was holding two small objects; a metal rod that she gently rubbed against a cone-like item(chak-pur), pouring out bits of sand so slowly to make intricate and beautiful patterns on the table. All the little details that Dhar saw left him amazed,”A... Am I okay to talk or...?”

“You can,” the girl replied in her soft-spoken voice. The young man nodded,”First of all, you got talent right there. Second, how long have you been doing this for?”

“A long while. Years.” she simply stated until making the finishing touches on her mesmerizing sand mandala. There was a calming aura just by looking at the geometric shapes within the circle, it felt like he was looking through a kaleidoscope.

Sangmu straightens her back and waves her chak-pur like a wand. Dhar notices the sand mandala being destroyed, wooshed into motions of the wind. Then, they smoothly went into different bottles that are color coordinated. A quiet “woah” escapes from the man’s mouth and looks at the girl,”So you have that ‘iddhi’ thing too?”

“I do. I don’t use it for combat like those warriors though... Not my cup of tea... I always like to make sand mandalas to show how special they are. Nothing interests me more than sand art. I thank the monastery for giving me a fascination with them. Lastly, I thank my mentor for teaching me this,”

She explains, closing each bottle with a cork. Dhar stood up from his seat and stretched with his arms up,” Well... ” He exhales, puts his arms down, and looks at the girl,

”Tell your mentor that both you and them are amazing people, got it?” He asks as he smiles. Sangmu nodded, smiling back.

The two left the room to go eat breakfast. However, before they could get to the dining room, they saw Kushi walk up to them,”Dhar, there you are!” She exclaims, her head shifts to the sandpainter,”Oh and good morning Sangmu.”

Sangmu responds with a small wave while Dhar chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I wanted to look around the place before I could go eat.”

“It’s okay. You could’ve told me or Zebei about it earlier and we would be waiting at the table or so.” Dhar nodded, sighing in relief. 

The 3 head into the dining room, sit at the table that is filled with a platter full of food like veggies, oatmeal, and tea. After eating breakfast; Zebei, Kushi, and of course Dhar left the monastery for the start of their journey. The archer looks at the silver-haired man,”Dhar? In that memory or dream you had earlier, where were you in? Just so we can get a hint to start traveling”

“Yes, describe the place please.”

Dhar tilted his head down, then lifted his fist up to his chin as he closed his eyes. What did the place look like again? Ah right. “The area I dreamed about... It consists of white buildings with light-blue accents, curvy gold roofs, and the place is very busy with markets. Oh and there’s docks next to an ocean as on the other side is near a desert.” He explains.

“Port Maerifa,” Zebei and Kushi answers in unison.

“Alright then...“ Dhar smiles and points to the sky,”We’ll be going there!”He exclaims with pride.

Kushi whistles to call in her bird. A caw howls from a nest located on the top-side of the monastery. The 3 look to see Altun get off and fly down to them, landing softly to ground. He bows down, waiting for all of them to hop on. “Wait, is there enough space for us to ride Altun?” Dhar scans the bird’s body. He has an average height for a human with a wingspan of 3.5 meters

(A/N:I don’t know if that’s big enough for a giant bird).

Kushi pats Altun’s head as he nuzzles slowly,

”Don’t fret, Dhar. As long as we huddle close together, we’ll be fine.Just as long you boys don’t fall off,” she snickers at the end. A gulp was heard from the young man’s throat while Zebei rolled his eyes, then pats his shoulder. 

The gang hopped onto Altun’s back; Kushi in front, Dhar in the middle, and Zebei at the back. They carefully hold on tight as the bird begins to flap his wings. There were strong winds coming from each flap as he slowly ascended upwards. They were so strong, it made Dhar shudder with goosebumps rising. It’s Dhar’s first adventure and now it’s becoming his first flight. Ain’t that lucky?

Altun lets out a loud caw. He zooms to the sky high as Kushi laughs, Dhar yelps, and Zebei grins with his short ponytail flowing. The swordsman slowly shifted his body, looking at the downview. There were bits of clouds that the bird passed by but under them was the Ocean of Milk. The pink water dazzles similar to a rose quartz. Him seeing it helped him at ease due to its beauty. He then looks at Kushi then turns to Zebei,

”I know I don’t remember anything and I just met you two but...“

“But...?” The archer pondered, tilting his head.

“I’m glad to have you both helping me to regain what I lost and also having me become a strong warrior,” He stated calmly. Kushi looks down, frowns as her eyes soften. However, Zebei on the other hand shook the guilt off with a smile, simply saying “Anytime”.

This made the bird tamer grit her teeth a bit but she takes a deep breath slowly and calms down a bit,

”I can’t believe Zebei... Dhar’s memories will leak out more and then the truth will come...” she mutters. 

“Did you say something, Kushi?”

She flinches and laughs off her woes,”Oh it’s nothing!” This confused both men in different ways. Dhar is curious while Zebei is thinking if she is having doubts or something.

Throughout the flight, there hasn’t been much talking for a while after Kushi got slightly ticked off due to the archer not wanting the amnesiac to remember. Not even looking at the nice views of the mountains can break the tension between Kushi and Zebei, everything but the wind is just silence until... a screech was heard at the distance. Not just one screech, but many sounds of them! Kushi looks and her eyebrows raised to see a flock of giant and gray bat-like creatures flying towards the group,”Guys! We got company!”

The others looked, seeing them made their eyes widen.

“Why are there a bunch of Ahool out in the open?!” Zebei pauses and realizes something,

”Oh no… I think I know why...“

“What is it?”

“We invaded their mating season...“

“... Oh no...” All 3 said in unison as Altun groans.

Zebei pulls out his bow and arrows, ready to fight despite the clear disadvantage of space to stay on Altun. Dhar looked, worried as he was about to speak. The other man holds up his hand,

”Now, I know what you’re thinking. There’s not enough space for me to aim, but trust me on this.” Suddenly, he jumps off of Altun, getting on an Ahool.

The fierce creature wails and flails which Zebei clings on tight. He pulls out an arrow and thrusts it down to its black, beady eye. It yells more, swinging its body around which causes Zebei to fall off as he yelps. Dhar and Kushi yell out his name and Altun dives down in an attempt to catch him. On the right, 3 Ahool charges at the big bird which he notices.

“Dodge back then block the attacks!” The girl ordered. Altun flies back, missing the first one. Then, he lifts up his wing as the two other monsters bite. He winches a bit, trying to hold off the pain. So, he flaps his wing, throwing them towards the archer.

The man notices, hopping on them as platforms, and jumping to the other Ahool. He shoots a flurry of arrows. He managed to hit 5 down but 2 dodged, then they opened their mouths for a powerful screech. 

“Like I’ll let that happen!” Zebei was about to pull out more arrows but then one came by, grabbing his collar. He curses to himself, swinging his body around but the Ahool refuses to let go. The flock releases high-pitched sound waves which stun the warriors for a bit. Dhar’s grunts and jumps off of Altun to get Zebei. Kushi looks and her jaw drops, “Dhar, no!” Altun barges through an upcoming flock, trying to follow him.

As the young man falls, he takes out his chipped sword, and begins to slash the fierce creatures down. 1, 2, 3... Down to slices. He lifts up his arm, opens his hand to summon a wall of geo behind him. The flock flies down, trying to bite the rocks down but they only chucked a few pieces off. Dhar landed on the creature that was holding Zebei, slicing the neck off which caused it to lose its head but of course released the archer. 

“Thanks, Dhar!”

“No problem! Now brace yourself. I got an idea! I think..?”

Zebei was left with a curious “oh” as the swordsman cast more geo. The man in yellow notices the geo were big slabs, almost like platforms. Both men nodded at each other and then Dhar grabs his hand, swinging him up towards the stone slabs. Zebei manages to grab on, jumping onto each one to get to Altun while Dhar follows behind. 

The gang did their best to defend themselves from the Ahool, don’t know for how long though. Zebei was able to clear a path for both him and Dhar, hopefully enough time before more flocks could fly in. The archer hops on Altun first and the protectors look down to see the swordsman trying to catch up on the platforms. They can tell he’s not agile due to lack of training, he’s still new to battling after all.

“Dhar, hurry up! More incoming at 2 o’clock!” Kushi cries out. Dhar, now panting and sweating, limps to the next platform and there are more Ahool out for blood. She leans in and reaches her hand out to him. The young man climbs up then reaches his hand out, going to grab the girl’s hand. Through Kushi’s eyes, in a flash Dhar was gone as his scream was heard. 

Kushi, Zebei, and Altun look; they see him dragged away by the Ahool and he is knocked out,

”NO!!!”

The girl tells her bird to go after the one that grabbed their friend. They just got him back and they refuse to lose him again. So Altun flaps wings, barging through the flock. He doesn’t care if he gets hit by the claws and sound waves. 

He and his friends want Dhar safe and sound. They get tackled down by a barrage of those flying monsters, losing sight of the Ahool that has the swordsman captive. There were just too many of them as the humans fell off Altun. The 3 fell into a desert, blacking out while flying creatures got swept away by gusts of sand. Meanwhile with Dhar, he was swinging his sword around in an attempt to break free from the claws. Once his stamina ran out, his body went limp as he took breaths slowly.

Crap! What should I do? I can’t die again or else my first adventure would be nothing! I got to think... I scanned around the area, there was nothing but clouds and obviously a bunch of those flying bastards. It doesn’t look like they're aiming for me yet... Maybe they want to feast on me when we get to their nest. 

Hm... I looked up at the Ahool that is focused on getting to its home. Perfect. I take slow deep breaths to regain my energy then thrust upwards its chest. The blade digs deep as the red liquid spews out from the stab. A little bit of blood sprays on my face but that doesn’t matter! I drag the blade downwards, tearing the creature in half,

”Yes!” I boasted, breaking out from the claws. But at the price of that, the rest of the flock charged at me with a howl. 

With a lift of my hand, rocks formed as a shield. But then the Ahool screeched out their signature soundwaves, breaking them apart as my ears ring from the high-pitched noise. I covered my ears until I got pummeled down by about 2 of them, falling straight down to who knows where. I’m tired... I didn't have enough time to recover and the last thing I saw was the flock coming to feast on my body. I close my eyes, ready to accept my fate.

THUD!

... Huh? Seems like I landed on wood.

BOOM! SPLAT!

Everything sounds so loud... I can hear the squeaks and hisses from the Ahool... They sound like they’re being hit, judging by the squishy and flesh-like noises. Other than that, I heard voices that I couldn’t recognize. There were a lot of them, it must be people fighting back.

“..s..that..?” 

What...? Sounds like a woman... I think I heard her mutter my name. Does she know me? A light groan escaped from my mouth. I tried to move my body but I suffered with too many injuries. I can’t get up. 

“T..ke ...m d....tairs i.. our q..r...ers!”

Another woman, she sounds a bit deep and raspy. She seems confident for a fight, I heard a hardy laugh from her like she’s in joy to slay the Ahool. 

As I was trying to process what’s going on, I felt my body being carried. What’s happening? I tried to open my eyes, My vision was able to configure who's carrying me for a bit. I saw a lady with dark skin; purple eyes; long, dark-purple hair that was like a braid; who was donned in white or light-blue. My eyes close, still tired.

“It’s going to be alright, Dhar. Hang in there...”

Does she know me? 

My body gets doused by water and then I feel my wounds being healed. Everything in me... It was rejuvenating! My eyes shot open as my vision recovers. I see the lady in front of me. She had a white and light-blue asymmetrical dress with gold accents. 

I sit up, rubbing my forehead with a quiet groan.

“Oh Dhar! It is you! You reincarnated!” 

The young man looks at her, his eyes blinking a few times. He was trying to process what’s going on. This left the woman confused. She says his name again. No response until WHAM! They heard the trapdoor slam open.

Dhar flinches and the two look to see a female pirate in red with a silver ring. She had light skin, dark-hair tied in a bun and her bangs were sticking out, her right eye being black while the other was covered by a maroon red eyepatch. She lets out a hardy laugh, 

“Oh man! That was something. Didn’t expect a guy falling from the sky being chased by a bunch of Ahool.” Her head turns to the swordsman, scanning him up and down,”But of all people... I didn’t think you would come back after... How many years was that, Thorani?” She looks at the woman in blue that is named Thorani, which Dhar noted.

Thorani gets up from her chair, combing her braided her with her hands,”5 years, Baozhai,” She states with a calm smile. The swordsman takes note again. Baozhai is the pirate’s name, presumably the captain. “So I landed on a ship...?” He asks, his voice still sounding groggy after the attack.

“On my one and only, faithful ship! The Teotul!” The pirate answers pridefully as she holds up a fist, hitting her chest with it. Dhar nods and he slowly gets out of bed. He suddenly feels a sting in him as was about to fall.

Thankfully, Thornani rushes to him, grabs him, then sets him back down in bed, ”Dhar, you need more rest until you fully recover. You just suffered great damage from a flock of Ahool that seemed to last a long while.” She places a hand on his shoulder,

”Me and Baozhai will go out and get some food for you, okay? So sit tight,” She said. She was very motherly-like just by analyzing her tone. He watches the two go upstairs and leave the room.

Thorani looked back at the trapdoor, she had a concerned look on her face,”Baozhai, does Dhar seem off to you?” Baozhai stopped where she was about to walk down the wooden gangplank slope, turned to look at her lover,”Off? What do you mean?”

“When I told him he reincarnated, he gave me an odd look,” The woman in blue stated.

The pirate looks up in the sky with her hands behind the back of her head as she hums,

”Huh... he does seem off. Especially when he called my Teotul ‘a ship’–”

She pauses. Something clicks in, ”... But he doesn’t seem to say my name or yours like he didn’t recognize us.”

”W... We’ll see if he actually doesn’t. Once we get food, we’ll have a talk with Dhar.”

Both women nodded at each other, walking down the slope to go get food.

At the Almutah Desert, me and Zebei were trying to tread our way through the harsh sandstorms. We have Altun in front of us, using his wings as a shield against the blowing gusts of sand. We tried calling out for Dhar’s name many times but it seems we got no luck. What a bummer... And it’s supposed to be his first adventure.

“I hope he’s okay...“

“I share the same hope as well, Kushi.

He just came back and we won’t lose him again!”

A small whine comes out from Altun. I looked up at him, worried,”Is the sand hurting you, Altun..?”He caws. It’s a yes. For a strong bird, not even him can handle this kind of natural cause within the desert. “Hang in there, Altun! We’ll get out of this in no time. There should be an oasis up ahead!” I reassured him. Luckily, we saw a silhouette in that far distance. Right there... Are those palm trees? That must be it! 

“Zebei? You see it too, right?” He nods with a smile, ”Yeah. Altun, go slightly north-west! You can do it!” And so we headed off, finally making our way to the oasis as the sandstorm subsided. Tall palm trees, a huge batch of fresh water, and nice rocks for us to sit on. Altun goes to take sips until he decides to jump in for a bird bath. 

Ah... It was like seeing a baby bird having a fun time! Me and Zebei took out our bottles, filling them up for refreshments. We sat down on the rocks, eating some bread as our snacks. It was alright having to relax but… Not when thinking about what to do with Dhar when we reunite with him. If he is alive that is.

“Kushi? Is everything okay?”

I look at him, slightly mad,”Why do you not want Dhar to remember his past?” 

Zebei shook his head and held the bridge of his pointy nose,

”Kushi, can we not? We discussed this earlier–”

“Well I am bringing it up again!”

“Look. We settled this discussion, didn't we? We can’t let Dhar--"

I hopped off the rock then stomped my foot on the sand, giving him a glare. He responds with a sigh, turning his head away from me. A growl rumbled within my throat until I start to yell at him,

“Zebei, I can’t let this be set aside! Once we reunite with Dhar, we are telling the truth that he is not a rebel or anything. He and we joined forces with Ajna to stop Kala!”

He looked at me, eyebrows furrowing,

”We CAN’T let him, Kushi. I told you a few times! Also, it’s his first adventure and you want to ruin this moment for him?”

I let out a scoff, crossing my arms. We didn't notice that Altun was shuffling away from me and Zebei to hide behind a tree, I can’t blame him for that...  So we continued to argue.

“How am I going to ruin his moment? You’re the one that came up with the idea of making up stories and lying right in front of Dhar’s face!”

“It was to PROTECT him! Kushi, there are things that he shouldn’t know. Especially about what happened to Ajna and Kala–”

“But his memories are going to leak soon when we continue to travel around Loka. So what’s the point of that? Before we set off on this journey, early in the morning he saw a vision. A memory! He saw a memory of Port Maerifa! He saw Ajna!!! ”

I spat out. Zebei fell silent, trying to think of a counter-argument, but like in hell I would fall for that.

Just when he was about to speak again, several howls were heard nearby. We turned our heads to see some canines with sharp fangs and sand colored fur,

”Rompos!” We cried out. This isn’t good, our argument attracted those desert wolves! All 3 of us haven’t even healed yet! Zebei looks at me, muttering,”We’ll settle this conversation later. Right now, let's take cover.”

I nodded, then went to jump into the water. Zebei does the same. But what about Altun..? I peek, seeing my feathered friend fly on top of a palm tree. Soon, I saw the dreaded beasts coming their way into the oasis. Once they did, the leader of the pack, shift their heads to numerous directions: left, up, down, right, and straight. I carefully lowered myself back into the water, waiting for them to be gone.

After a few seconds, Zebei surfaced with his head out of the water to check. He turned to look down at him with his hand motion upwards. Seems like the coast is clear... For now. I swam up to the surface, got out of the water, and scanned the area. Yep! Looks like those pesky Rompos are gone. As much we want to celebrate but between me and Zebei... Everything went silent.

“Kushi... Look...“

“Let’s just go find Dhar. Now.”

Zebei nodded and we packed up our stuff, treading off to leave the Almutah Desert.

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Chapter 3 →

[beantothemax]

Canalbrine would have been terrible if not for two things, Temenos discovered. 

The rather witty banter between Agnea, Hikari, and Partitio (paired with their resolves to follow him to the ends of the earth to solve the case of His Holiness’ murder), and the sudden appearance of one beloved knight. 

“I can vouch for these travellers. Grant them mercy, my friend,” Crick said, striding to stand intimidatingly beside Agnea. If she looked delicate on her own, she looked downright fragile next to Crick, decked out in his gleaming armour and wicked sword. 

Yet she held herself with such confidence and sureity that it hardly made a difference. This was Agnea Bristarni, a superstar, travelling alongside the Inquisitor, Hikari Prince of Ku, and the continentally-famous company owner Partitio Yellowil. What an odd band of travellers they were. 

The guard hesitated, then nodded, striding off and leaving the group to their own resources. 

“Well, I daresay it is quite the surprise to see you here, little lamb. I had no idea this was where you’d been assigned,” Temenos said, crossing his arms and smiling. Crick’s gaze flitted from Partitio, to Hikari, to Agnea, and back to him. 

“Forgive my crudeness, Inquisitor, but I thought we agreed not to call me that anymore,” Crick replied, and Temenos bit back a laugh. 

“Hm. That must have slipped my mind. In any case, we are not here to exchange banter. We four are investigating the pontiff’s case. Care to lend us your aid, Godsblade?” 

“Four...? Oh! They are helping you!” Realisation dawned on his little lamb’s face, and Agnea smiled. 

“Well we couldn’t just let him go off on his own. He’s so frail he’d get torn apart by Mountain Apes within the week!” 

“Or succumb to a plague or another on the Sea,” Hikari added gravely. Temenos felt his smile waver, and he landed a sharp kick to Hikari’s shin with his heel. 

Crick visibly bit back a laugh, eyes widening with shock at the casuality with which Agnea and Hikari referred to him. 

“I have told you before, you two, that my physical condition is perfectly fine for the method of fighting I employ,” Temenos said through gritted teeth. 

Agnea gave him a look, and crossed her arms. “You bash so many monsters’ heads in, I’d expect at least a little muscle to build up.” 

“And we have done so much travelling that one would expect you to be better at fending off ailments,” Hikari said, visibly fighting back a smile. 

Temenos waved them off, and stretched. “Hm. I find myself to be suddenly quite tired. Perhaps it was all the walking?” He said, desperate for a change in subject. 

Partitio popped his neck and arms, no doubt cramped from all the dagger-work he’d been doing. “More than likely. We did an awful lot of travellin’, after all. D’ya reckon talkin’ to that feller could wait ‘til mornin’?” 

“Mm. Perhaps. Little lamb, do you know of the theologian Lucian?” Temenos asked, and Crick nodded, pointedly ignoring the nickname. 

“Yes. He lives by himself just on the edge of town. It is not a far walk by any means, but I do think you four ought to rest a touch before speaking to him.” 

Temenos laughed softly, an unbidden rush of affection and fondness flooding his chest. “Caring as always, my dear lamb. Well, let us be off. The inn awaits.” 

“I shall see you three in the morn. Sleep well,” Crick bade. 

“May you have pleasant dreams,” Agnea said, bowing her head. A common Leaflands saying, used for those close to oneself or family. Was Agnea, indirectly, calling Temenos family? He feared the question may haunt his sleep. In any case, Crick bowed his head as well, mirroring her perfectly. Was he acquainted with Leaflands customs? Yet another question to ponder at a later date. 

“Sleep tight, Sir Crick. We’ll all need to be nice ‘n rested for tomorrow,” Partitio said with a nod (since he lacked a hat to tip). Crick nodded back. 

“...Goodnight, Sir Crick,” Hikari said quietly, pointed and polite as ever. Try as he may to hide it, his royal upbringing was painfully obvious when it mattered most. Crick watched him, nodding. You as well, he seemed to say. 

“You three go on and find us a room. I must speak with Crick for a moment,” Temenos bade them, lingering by his Godsblade’s side until the others had disappeared into the inn. 

Then before Crick could ask any questions, he spun on his heel and did something he never would have before he met Partitio and Agnea (and by a small extent, Hikari). 

He brought Crick into an embrace, holding him as tightly as possible with the armour impeding him. 

Crick froze for a moment, before wrapping ever-gentle arms around Temenos’s thin waist. “I missed you, Temenos,” he whispered, head bowed. 

Temenos drew a breath, fearing he may begin to cry. “I missed you too, my Godsblade. For such a small sprout of friendship it certainly seems to have a brilliant bloom, does it not?” 

Crick was quiet for a moment before he huffed out a laugh. “Yes, I suppose it does. I only hope we may keep it alive long enough to see it grow and flourish.” 

Temenos pulled away just enough to see his lamb’s face, and quirked an eyebrow. “Goodness, is my little wayward lamb professing his love for me?” 

Crick laughed at that, a smile playing at his lips. “You are tired, Temenos. Go get some rest.” 

He pulled away from the hug and sank to one knee, pressing a kiss into Temenos’s hand. “I swear to you that I shall be here when you wake.” 

Temenos, though he took pride in his ability to keep a calm composure in any and all situations, was left dumbfounded as he watched Crick rise to his feet and walk away towards the Sacred Guard’s barracks. 

It seemed there was more to his little lamb than he gave credit for. 

^the lying liar

what the fuck!!!!!!! mean to hikari!!!!!!!!! we should throw him to the apes actually I like agnea’s plan

YAOI EXPLOSION💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

does he know? :3