#dang it I was SO CLOSE to touching a butt too

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

All I want for Christmas is to get dicked down again =/

#all i want for Christmas is to get dicked down again =/ #for real though #and really what I want is someone I can trust/respect enough to have them dom me #because it's been like... a decade? or more? since the last time I got to experience real subspace #i want it #i want to let go and float in that bubble pls #dang it I was SO CLOSE to touching a butt too #my xmas wish #life of faye

[ladylooch]

Woody taking his frustration out on you when he was scratched during playoffs but gives you the best aftercare

All I'm Seeing is Red- Miles Wood

A/N: Dang, I remember that game he played against the Rangers that got him sat. He played awful… just terrible. And then he got to sit and think about it for a long time 🙃 Thank you for your patience as I worked on getting this done. I acknowledge this took soooooo long! Wow! But it’s here now and I hope you love it!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: This is a lil rougher than I usually do. If that’s not your taste, skip this one 😘 

“Fuck me!” Miles screams from the doorway.

“Yes, please?” You joke, leaning your head around the corner to where he is coming into the apartment. You were finishing up lunch for the two of you when you heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

He looks up at you, cheek bones cutting the air with his angry scowl. His blue eyes are a raging sea. 

“Oh no.” You sigh, setting the plates down. “What’s up?” You walk right to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and waiting for him to speak.

“I’m scratched again. Fuck! I know I played like shit. Why can’t I have another chance?” You figured this was the problem. You run your hands along the deep groves of his back, attempting to soothe. He hates the comfort and pushes you away. You try not to take it personally. “I’m sick of being fucking bag skated. Goddamn quads are on fire every fucking day.” 

“Oh no….” You trail off, following him and running your hands up his solid back muscles again. “I want your quads on fire because you’re fucking me.” Miles softens beneath your touch this time. Then he gradually turns. The desire in his eyes has you laughing, eyes closing when you realize you have awakened the beast.

“You’re gonna play again babe.” You encourage him before this takes a final turn. “I know it’s hard right now. But we’ll get through this.” 

“I don’t wanna talk about that now.” His eyes are darkening, jaw tightening. Your lips part in desire as his fingers force your head back. His thumb plunges, without much warning, between those parted lips. You suck his appendage as he pushes down on your tongue. You collapse your cheeks around him and he groans, stepping closer again, tightening you to him. “How rough can I fuck you?” He asks as he pulls his shirt over his head

“As hard as you can. I trust you.” You say as you shed yours too. 

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I know what to say.”

“Scream it. I might not hear it. All I’m seeing is red…” He trails off as he grips your sweatpants, shoving them down your legs. “Bend over.” He encourages you backwards. 

“Where?”

“Here.” He says as your butt gets to the back of the couch. You turn. His big hands grip your hips. You can hear him undoing his pants. Pleasure rolls in waves down your skin. You moan at the sound of his bottom clothes hitting the floor. A heavy breath drops your shoulders as he presses his palm down for you to go lower against the leather. You look back, barely able to see anything but his strong arm as he guides himself into your heat. 

“Shit.” You moan as he rips himself into you. The fullness steals the breath from your lungs. It arches your back and dances your hair down your spine for him to grip. He wraps your strands around his fist then bucks deeper into you like he’s a bronco. 

“Talk to me.” He snaps. “Tell me how good this is.”

“You fuck me so good.” You sprint out of the gate just like him. “I love your cock, baby.” You close your eyes, biting your lip at the sound of his moan behind you. The tension he walked in with is evaporating into pleasure with each pump into your tight heat. He releases a hip, slapping your ass hard, causing you to jolt. Greedy desire shoots out from the red mark he left, clutching your throat as your folds slicked more.

“Do you like when I fuck you rough?” He asks. "Like when I handle you like a doll?"

“Yes, baby.”

“Say my name.”

“Yes, Miles.” You moan loudly.

“That’s it. Let the world hear who make you feel this good.” He pulls your hair righter, wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you crudely arched. 

“Oh my god.” You choke as his pounding increases. He presses a hand into your stomach until your knees buckle from the intensity. He holds you up, using his powerful thighs to take you to heaven. “Holy fuck!” You wail, head crashing back into his beefy shoulder. “Yes…” You trail off, panting heavily as your core contracts around his cock. He moans, then pulls from you abruptly. You whimper, wildly reaching for him as you convulse around nothing.

“Gonna cum if I feel any more of that.” He says, stuffing two fingers in for you to grip instead. It helps bring you down to a better place. He pumps in and out, gathering your wetness and using it to rub your clit to prepare for the next round. “And I need at least three more from you before that happens.”

“Three?” You groan. You’re already feeling spent from how fast this one came on. But gone is his disappointment and failure from earlier. You’ll gladly keep playing your part to make him feel better.

You stand to your full heigh, allowing Miles to guide you around to the front of the couch. He pushes you down. He climbs between your spread legs, guiding his still wet fingers to your clit and rubbing in rushed circles. You whimper and he moans into your mouth. His lips suck your tongue into his. The rest of your noises are left there as he slips two fingers inside your entrance. You’re so wet; he can’t wait anymore. He roughly pulls back to bury himself to the hilt again. Your body quivers at his sudden entrance this time. Fuck, you think. Maybe you shouldn’t like how rough he’s being, but you do. And you’re already calculating how to get it again.

He begins to move and you find yourself breathless for the second time at how good he feels inside of you.  Your body stretches to accommodate him, turning your slight stitch into swells of pleasure. He’s so deep and hard, you feel him in your chest, squeezing the breath from your lungs in desperate moans.

“Wanna see you riding me to the next one.” He mumbles, tapping your ass.

He’s so chaotic, you can barely keep up with what you’re doing. Not that it matters. It’s clear he is using you for his own pleasure and distraction, but you’re benefiting more. He flips you both effortlessly, watching as you get situated over him, then drop down, stuffing his entire length into you in one swoop.

“Jesus.” He groans, running a hand over his face as the other guides your hip. You buck back on him in grinding motions, feeling each change in the angle of him into your stomach. Miles brings both hands to your hips, increasing the rhythm until he’s got you doing what he wants. Your breathing shorts out and a groan announces your next orgasm. Miles doesn’t let up. He keeps working you hard into him until you collapse down from your high. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He praises while sitting up, leaning forward to kiss your throat. His large hand gathers the tendrils of your hair, gripping them to tilt your head back towards the ceiling. You begin to bounce on him. His tongue falls out of his mouth, stroking your nipple with each up and down movement of your body. You grip the back of his neck, denting crescent moons into his skin. He reaches up for your throat, putting a bit of pressure there. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” You moan out in pleasure. “No more though.”

“Just this.” He confirms, beginning to thrust up to meet your bounces. You can feel your third orgasm rushing towards you. It’s more intense than the others and you start shivering above him. Miles bites his lips together, watching your face for the sign of full release. You crash into harsh, hot waves of ecstasy that shudder your entire body from head to toe. You grit your teeth at the intensity, then release to moan loudly when Miles slaps your ass hard. 

“Miles!” You’re screaming now. Your body is utterly used and you whimper as he slows the tempo, knowing you need a small break. He hugs you to his chest, kissing along your cheek. His tongue licks at your jaw before he pulls away.

“You’re such a good girl for me today.” He stands up, moving you both from the couch and walking down the hall to the bedroom. “Need more space for what is next.” He says as he lays you on the comforter. He grips your hip, rolling you to your stomach and encouraging your hips up into the air. He presses down on your upper back, shoving your cheek into the soft fabric.

He knows this is your favorite.

“Your reward.” He murmurs, thrusting slowly into you. It’s tantalizingly slow, torturous, and at any moment, he’ll increase the tempo to a blinding speed that will have you trembling long after you both cum. But not yet. Right now, it’s gentle. The disgusting sound of your wetness fills the bedroom. “You hear how wet you are for me, beautiful girl? How soaked you’ve gotten from cumming so much.”

“Yeah.” You whine, eyebrows knitted together. You reach back, stretching your cheeks apart to help his thrusts.

“No.” He says, grabbing your hand and forcing it back to the bed. “I’ll take you how I want and no other way.” His words tickle your ear as he picks a faster tempo. His strength makes you submit. You can feel him pulse and thicken in you. You know he’s close. He loves to dominate you, taking you the way he wants, the way no one else gets you. He'll use his body to enclose you into him while he takes you as deep as you can handle.

His hand comes to the back of your neck, shoving you deeper into the mattress with his strong fingers.

“Oh god, right there.” You beg, focusing in on his staccato thrusts pushing you further up the bed. He stays consistent with that, moaning back to you at the way your inner walls hold his cock. “Yeah…” You whisper, then begin to pant heavy, practically wheezing as you turn your face into the mattress

“Holy fuck.” Miles yowls when your inner walls clench in preparation for your next orgasm. He doubles down hard, practically punching through your body with how hard he’s railing into you

Your hands wildly grip the comforter into your tight fists as you shutter stiffly, orgasming so hard you think you’re blacking out. Miles shouts as he fills you, jerky thrusts accompany his sexy groans as he finishes his own high.

One by one, Miles releases his fingers from the back of your neck. You lay motionless on the bed besides heavy breathing making your back rise and fall quickly. His fingers follow the knots of your spine, painstakingly slow. He pulls out of you then leans forward to press kisses along the long valley of your vertebrae.

“You okay, baby?” He asks when you continue not moving or speaking. He gives your pussy a gently stroke with his weeping tip, causing you to jolt. You still don’t answer. He rotates to see your face catching the soft grin stretching your lips apart. Your eyes open, locking with his as he leans down to kiss you. 

 “What does it say about me that I want to call the Devs and thank them for that?” He laughs, shaking his head.

“That my baby is a freak.” He brushes your hair off your cheek. “Wanna shower?” All you can do is nod.

Miles helps you off the bed. Your knees wobble, so you clutch his bicep for support. He can’t help but grin, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the bathroom. You lean against the wall as he turns the water on. He waits, letting the glass enclosure fill with steam before he leads you in with laced fingers.

He puts you in the warm water, then cups your cheeks in his big palms. His kisses are soft. They muse your lips with each press, trying to suck the puffiness from them that he made. You sigh into his mouth, letting your fingers trail up his abdomen to his big shoulders. You step backwards, letting him into the spray with you. He assaults your lips again, both of you tasting each other and water as the beads break between your mouthes.

“What shampoo are we using today?” He murmurs, gesturing to the three options you have. You grab the daily shampoo off the shelf and hand it to him. “Tell me when?” He squeezes the bottle. You let him get a half dollar size onto his palm then stop him.

He lathers it up in his large hands, then reaches for your scalp. Your eyes close at his gentleness. You love the way he takes care of you after playing rough. The way he turns a simple act into an intimate, one of a kind moment. It’s just shampoo. It’s just a shower. And yet with Miles, it’s always so much more than that.

“Step back and keep those beautiful eyes closed.” He insists. You do as you’re told. Miles helps the water rinse the suds from your hair, smoothing down the strands and fluffing them along your scalp to get everything out. “Now open your eyes and watch me kiss you.” He whispers against your lips. You obliged again, lips stretching into a grin. This is what he wanted. His tongue comes into your mouth, swirling against yours until you giggle. “Did I tell you I love you when I got home?”

“No, you just demanded I bend over.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better about telling you I love you before I split you open.”

You snicker then tell him you love him too.

“I know how you could make it up to me…”

“Hmm?” He asks, grabbing the conditioner. You take it from his hands knowing he has no idea how to do this part. He uses 2 in 1 Head and Shoulders. The concept of conditioner is foreign to this manly man.

“Be nice to yourself. This is hard enough without the negative self-talk.” He wasn’t expecting that and his eyebrows knit together in denial. He reaches for the conditioner bottle from you and puts it back on the shelf. “Promise me.” His blue eyes return to yours. “Otherwise I have to beat you up.” He snorts in shock, then giggles.

“Baby.”

“I’ll do it, Woody. I’ll punch you in the face if you’re mean to yourself.” You hold a fist up, jokingly pressing your knuckles to his jaw. “Take out the rest of your teeth too.” He turns his face, forcing your fingers open so he can kiss your palm. Then he guides your hand down to hold his thick ass cheek, bringing you into his wet body. 

“Noted, boss.” You shake your head no.

“Miles, that’s not a promise.”

“I promise, baby.” He says, looking into your eyes. The sincerity you want is there now. You nod, then settle your cheek against his chest. 

Two games later, Miles plays and scores a goal. The Devils decidedly beat the Hurricanes 8-3. 

You’re not saying it’s because of you. But you’re also not saying it isn’t. 

Some things are too perfect to only be a coincidence.

#Miles Wood X Reader #Miles Wood Fan Fiction #Miles Wood Smut #My writing #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #writing request

[obscurism]

Fluff Alphabet - The Huntress

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about their partner?)

Anna adores everything about you. They are the sun, the moon, and the stars to her. Though if it had to be narrowed down it would be seeing you smile.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of their partners body?)

Their eyes. Despite a language barrier, she can always tell how you feel by your eyes and pays close attention to them. Anna loves how expressive your eyes can be. Window to the soul kinda stuff, ya feel me?

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

At first Anna is probably repulsed by touch since she’s spent so long in isolation and those, she has come across are fighting for their lives against her prowess, but once she becomes more comfortable with a lover’s touch, she’s a cuddle fiend. It’s all she’s going to want to do and will seize every opportunity to do so. Big spoon? Absolutely. Putting her head on your chest or lap after a long day? Her favorite moment. Little spoon? Maybe if you ask nicely.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with her partner look like?)

Listen, this woman probably has no idea what a date even is so in her mind it’s just a way to spend time together. Ideally, she’d probably take you into the forest and teach them about edible plants or maybe bring home a big kill from a hunt and the two of you would share a nice meal.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around their partner?)

Anna is wicked stoic for the most part, and I don’t think shows emotions too much. Though I believe she’d let her guard down sometimes. A smile when proud or happy, a frown when confused or upset, a smirk when feeling a little bit more devious, and perhaps even trying to hide how flustered she is when you give her a kiss.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Ultimately yeah, I think Anna wants a family. She likes caring and providing for others, it’s kinda her love language imo, and I think she’d absolutely love to have a wife and kid.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She loves to give gifts. Huge ass animal she killed for food? She did it for you to prove how much she loves you and also, it’s dinner. Ring she stole off a survivors finger? It’s your ring now and you’re her wife. A cool rock? Absolutely. A wolf she killed for trying to attack? You got yourself a new fur pelt to keep you warm at night.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Anna will hold your hand at any given moment. Doesn’t matter if you’re walking around the forest or just cuddling, her hands are always holding yours.

I = Injury (how would they act if their partner got hurt?)

First of all she’d be extremely concerned and immediately come to aid. Based on past events with her mom and the little girls she kidnaped she be terrified of your injury taking you away from her, so expect her to be tending to whatever happened and freaking out a bit (even if it was just an accident). Now if it was another killer or survivor that injured you, well safe to say they’re dead on sight.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank their partner? how?)

I think Anna likes to joke around in her own way. Pinching a butt and pretending she didn’t do anything, making you pick up something she knows you can’t lift and playfully teasing you about it before coming in to take care of it.  

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss their partner?)

While Anna enjoys kissing you at any given moment, she enjoys quick kisses. It’s a way to show affection while during a task, in the middle of the forest where she always has her guard up, or as she’s walking by.

L = Love (how do they show their partner they love them?)

Anna shows her love in many ways, but the top way is providing for you. Making sure that you always have food and a warm place to rest your head at night, she’d think she was a terrible mate if she couldn’t do that for you. Another way she shows her affection is cuddling and dang, this woman loves it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first time you two kissed or watching you stare in awe of how beautiful the forest looks with a fresh coat of snow over everything.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. She wouldn’t be able to handle it mentally and emotionally if she lost you. You become her everything very quickly, and she sometimes goes a little overboard with making sure you’re safe due to her own fears.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

In my humble opinion, it would probably have to be the way she tilts her head side to side as she stands still either watching you or something else.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call their partner?)

Oh, Anna enjoys pet names! She loves to call you котёнок (Kitten) and дорогой (darling). Though she really loves it too when her partner calls her Anya, An’ka, or Anechka (which is just are other variations on her name).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with their partner?)

While any time with you is wonderful to her, she enjoys taking you through the forest for walks just to enjoy the fresh air. She really also enjoys just being in the cabin together whether it be relaxing in bed or sharing a warm meal.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

I can’t think of a song that reminds me specifically of her, but songs that have more of a mood to them, ya know? I’m not sure why my brain associates these two songs first but uh, have at ‘em.

Ivardensphere – Orcus

Ari Mason – Dim the Lights

S = Secrets (how open are they with their partner?)

Anna is a guarded person and doesn’t really enjoy feeling vulnerable, so I think it would take time for her to feel comfortable enough to tell you things, though she wouldn’t ever keep a secret that would harm you.

T = Time (how long did it take to get together with their partner?)

Well, she probably kidnapped you, so if you count that as ‘getting together’ then very quickly. Though for you both to become ‘official’ as a couple, it probably took a good deal of time as she had to earn her trust with you slowly after ya know, the whole kidnapping thing.

U = Upset (how do they act when their partner is upset?)

Anna will immediately want to resolve the issue. She doesn’t want you to be upset and will immediately try to figure out what’s wrong. They won’t be happy until you’re happy once more. For example, if you’re getting cranky cause you’re hungry, expect Anna to have snacks on her if you go out into the woods the next time to avoid that scenario.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show their partner off?)

Anna is proud of not only her survival and hunting capabilities, but she’s proud that she can provide in abundance for not only herself, but you as well. While she would love to show you off, she’s extremely hesitant. She’s very possessive of you and would immediately kill anyone who she felt got a little too close to you. She’d rather keep you tucked away nice and safe.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about their partner fighting? Would they fight for their partner, beside them, etc?)

She’d like you to be able to defend yourself, and will teach you to, but she’d rather you not be in the position to need to in the first place. Anna would not only fight for you but kill anyone for you. You say the word? They’re dead. They hurt you in any way? Dead. Say the wrong thing? Also dead.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read their partner?)

After being with you long enough Anna will be able to read you without even having to think much. Since there’s a language barrier, she learns your nonverbal cues for how you’re feeling or what you may want or need. From the way you might look down when upset about something, the way your lips curl in the slightest of smiles, or just how open your body language is, she’ll be able to understand you perfectly even without words.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to their partner?)

It’s of my opinion that Anna seems like a very traditional person in regard to romance. So of course, you’re getting a ring that she’s stolen off a body. She’ll hide it and while on a walk she’ll take you to a nice scenic area in the forest, take your hands in hers and give you the ring.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Anna is a very calm person to begin with, so I think what helps her really relax and be fully calm is knowing you’re safe and taken care of and when the two of you can share a content silence as you work on different things at the same time.

#anna the huntress #anna the huntress x reader #anna the huntress x you #anna dbd #the huntress dbd #anna the huntress dbd #no one asked for this but I wanted to do it #i love some good fluff

[fortheloveofdeaddove]

Making Room

Warnings: See Making Room master post.

Summary: Oats and bays, dapples and grays… Ciri finally gets that dang horse.

Chapter 13

Ciri couldn’t wait to get home. As wonderful as Wrigley House had been, delicious as the food was, gorgeous as the sunsets on the beach were, she missed her family. She wanted to be back with everyone again on the ranch, back in her Daddy’s bed with Julian, dozing off as she watched the flames in the fireplace flicker. 

Upon returning, the weather had seemed even colder than when they’d left. Not surprising, since they’d just gotten back from a balmy island getaway.

Her daddy squeezed her hand and smiled at her, and she smiled back, but she also rolled her eyes, giving him a “hmph”, and turning her head away impishly. They were in the back of the car, and even though the driver was up front and there was a privacy screen, he hadn’t let Ciri touch him. 

Even though she promised she could make him feel good, knew she could. She was getting better at it, even he said so! 

Other than to snuggle close and receive forehead kisses, she got nothing. She figured he had his reasons, but she was still pouting slightly. If she'd had her way, she would have sat on his cock the whole ride home. At first, the way he felt inside her was too much. The more Geralt had sex with her, the more she got used to it, and the better it felt. Yeah, at first her daddy made sure to make her come from her clit, but on the second two days of the trip, she could come on his cock just from having him suck on her nipples at the same time. 

They had a lot of sex in four days, because other than eating and bathing and swimming, it was all they did. She was practically a pro at this by now, and she’d been worried this whole time she’d be bad at it to start.

“Almost there, my darling,” her daddy sighed. “I knew once I fucked you that you were going to turn into a little slut, just like your brother.”

She swiveled to face him and gasped in indignation. 

“DAD! You are so rude! You’re one to talk!”

Geralt raised his eyebrow at her and Ciri gulped. It wasn't fair how handsome he was, especially when he pulled a serious face. He was really good at those.

“You little brat… I’m reconsidering that surprise when you get home,” he threatened.

 “Surprise? What- oh! I remember ! You said before we left. What is it, daddy?” 

She had forgotten all about that.

He smirked and Ciri's pussy clenched. Ugh, he was so unfair sometimes. So stupidly handsome.

“Oh, I think you’re going to have to make me some very pretty promises to make up for that sass if you still want me to give it to you.”

“Aaaaw. Fine. Whatever, just tell me!”

“Then tonight you’ll owe me ten spankings before bed.”

Ciri’s heart skipped a beat and she forgot to breathe on the next inhale. She hadn't realized he would ask for that . 

She'd watched Julian, and… yeah… 

Her daddy gently cupped her face. His expression was sympathetic, his handsome, golden eyes not helping her with the whole breathing thing.

“Like you’ve seen me spank Julian before, honey. It’s nothing bad. I won’t hurt you, and you’re probably going to like it, just like your brother.”

She gulped. It had been a little scary watching Julian get his spankings, but he also seemed to really like it. He’d even asked Ciri to give him one, and she had with her dad’s encouragement, surprised at how much she liked the feel of his warm, soft skin under her hand. Kinda like how she thought butts looked nice at all in the first place . She couldn’t explain it, they just did . 

Especially her daddy's. And she liked how Julian's bounced a little, too, when she smacked his.

___

Geralt could see her processing the idea. 

He almost wanted to say it wasn’t a real punishment, because it wasn’t. It was more of an introduction to punishment. This was a low-stakes opportunity to introduce her to the concept of receiving less-than-gentle treatment for her daddy’s pleasure (and her training, of course). To connect that acting out, even benignly, would lead to something like this in one way or another. Whether it was sweet and playful and giggly, or - eventually - throbbing red handprints and tears and sobs. This was a perfect opportunity to get started.

Illusion of choice, as always.

“Can you do this for me, sweetie? It’s something you have to start practicing if you want to be good at all of this like Julian.”

She seemed to flinch a little, as if she hadn’t expected her Daddy to say that. Geralt had to stop himself from comforting her immediately. If, in fact, he wanted her to become the perfectly trained sex hole he’d trained Julian to be, he couldn’t give in to these little impulses like guilt and compassion, no matter how much she tempted him.

She exhaled and nodded, the tenseness melting away and the resolve rising.

“Yeah, daddy,” she rasped. 

“Thank you, Ciri. Thank you for trusting me. I love you, sweetheart. As for the surprise, I’ll tell you when we get inside. It requires some privacy.”

She tilted her head and furrowed her brows, obviously unable to fathom why that would be necessary. But he had her obedience, and she just nodded.

While Vesemir, the sentimental old fool, had suggested the whole family meet them out front when they arrived, Aiden had quickly put the kibosh on that.

“Papa, no offense, but if I were a little girl just coming home from a trip after losing my v-card, the most cringe thing I can think of to come home to would be that . You might as well yeet her into the trash bin, because that’s probably what she’ll try to do to herself.”

“Alright, alright,” the patriarch growled, “I just thought it’d make a nice picture for the family album.”

Everyone groaned. Eskel had his head in his hands, shaking it in some mix of embarrassment and exasperation.

Anyway, thanks to that conversation, there was no welcoming committee. Eskel would be bringing Julian back home shortly, and in the meantime, Geralt helped Ciri get unpacked. They threw on some comfy sweaters and had a cup of hot tea out on the back porch. 

She begrudgingly sat next to him on the swing instead of perched on his cock, but they did have hot tea to mind, he reminded her.

“So… your Papa Ves has a brother, and he’s called Uncle Regis. They’re not blood relatives, just like me and your uncles. But they were raised together, like us. I grew up with Uncle Regis always being around. They’re family the same way me and your uncles are with Papa Ves.”

Ciri was quiet, thinking, and the only sound was the creaking of the chains suspending the swing bench.

“You mean like… us? Did their dad raise them like us?”

“Hm…” 

Geralt hadn’t had this conversation with Vesemir yet, about what to tell Ciri about Deglan. The old man and Julian had talked about it one day on a special grandpa-grandson campout. He knew vaguely what Julian knew, so he could go off of that.

“Papa and Uncle Regis’ father wasn’t a good man. He wasn’t kind to them, though they both say he loved them in his own way. He had sex with them, but he forced them, raped them, and they often got hurt really bad and didn’t like it. He liked to hit them when he got angry.”

Ciri gasped, horrified. She spilled some of her tea, thankfully not on herself. “What? Why would anyone do that? What was wrong with him? Poor Papa!”

Geralt shook his head and wrapped his free arm around his daughter and snuggled her close. “I don’t know, Ciri. Papa Ves said he had a very hard life and it made him a bad man. But Papa Ves and Uncle Regis had a terrible life, and it didn’t make them bad men. They both swore they would love and protect their children. I don’t know why Deglan couldn’t be the same.”

Actually, Deglan was just a small-minded, violent alcoholic with no vision or self restraint. It had taken a long time for Geralt to understand why Regis and Vesemir had bothered to put the man up in a nursing home and draw out the pain-addled final years of his rotten life. Geralt used to dream about all the ways he could murder the son of a bitch. Now he realized the slow satisfaction they must have felt, watching him suffer all that time. Enduring a yearly hospital visit, telling him all about how much better they were at the game than he’d ever been, how they’d go on to live good, long lives, fucking kids for as long as they’re bodies would let them, dying peacefully in their sleeps, while he lay there and rot to death, alone.

Deglan was in a pauper’s grave now.

“He died a long time ago. Uncle Regis and Papa Ves stayed together and took care of each other, even after they grew up and Papa Ves adopted kids of his own. Uncle Regis was always happy to help out whenever, and didn’t seem to need or want kids of his own because he had us to spoil.”

He also spent a fair amount of his year in Thailand and Indonesia. Regis may not have ever adopted any kids, but he never lacked access, either. 

“But… did he… have one-on- I mean… sorry, I know, I can stop saying it like that now. Did Uncle Regis have s-sex with, um, you? And Uncle Lam and Uncle Kel?”

Geralt nodded. 

“After Papa Ves, Uncle Regis was the next person I ever had sex with. Not even Eskel got to have sex with me before he did. I was excited when Papa Ves found a round about way to ask me, because I’d had a big crush on Uncle Regis for a long time. I just thought Papa would hate me if he knew.”

“Aaaaw, poor dad,” Ciri cooed, teasing him. “So… Uncle Regis is just another part of the family? Like Papa Ves or Uncle Eskel?”

Geralt nodded again. 

“And what does this have to do with the surprise?”

“I’ll get to that. But while we’re on it, I’ve been curious. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I hope you know you won’t be in trouble if the answer is yes. Is there someone you’ve been wanting to have sex with in the family other than me? Anyone you’ve been thinking about when you touch yourself?”

Ciri’s eyes went wide and she blushed. She immediately put her cup of tea down out of the way and stood up, walking to the handrail where she sat down again and swung her legs too quickly to be anything but nerves. “I dunno. I- I just had sex with you! I haven’t-,’”

At that moment, they heard voices from inside the house.

“CIRI! DAAAAAD! WE’RE HOOOOOME!”

Ciri raced inside through the backdoor and Geralt chuckled. They would be getting back to that conversation later, but he’d let her off the hook for now.

After hugs and congratulations were passed around, all without trying to make Ciri too embarrassed about losing her virginity (and the whole family knowing and being so pleased for her) they all followed Geralt out to the stables for Ciri’s surprise. Eskel and the kids knew what it was by now, as they’d been helping with everything the whole time Geralt, Ciri, and Lambert had been gone.

Their breath clouded in the cold air and Geralt was slightly winded from walking and talking as they made the trek, but he continued to explain for Ciri’s benefit. “So now you know who Uncle Regis is, and you should also know that he’s very, very wealthy, like we are and more , and a bit eccentric. When he heard we were welcoming you to the family, he wanted to get you a gift. I also wanted to help you pick your first horse-,”

Her gasp went on for a comically long time and Julian had to grab her arm to keep her moving to the stables because she’d frozen in place for a moment. Then she was tripping over herself to catch back up to her daddy.

“Your uncle has sent a fine selection of horses from all over the world from you to choose from, baby. They’re all part of his herd, but he wants you to choose which ever one your heart desires.”

“You can’t be serious, there’s no way, daddy, are you serious? Are you really, really, REALLY SERIOUS?”

He chuckled and waved to Vesemir who greeted them in return.

“Where’s my hug from my oldest princess?” Vesemir growled playfully. Ciri barrelled into him and he lifted her up, twirling her around, then swinging her up onto his hip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. 

“Is it true, Papa Ves? Are there new horses for me to choose from?”

Her family trailed behind them, Deidre having climbed happily to her perch on Uncle Geralt’s hip while Julian held his free hand. Eskel brought up the rear.

Regis had really outdone himself, but Geralt expected no less. If you invited him to a backyard BBQ, you could expect he would show up with live, authentic Japanese wagyu cattle to slaughter on site and Gordon Ramsey to cook it for you on a grill fired by rocket fuel. He upped the ante on cosmic levels.

Chill ? The man did not know him.

That was why Geralt’s horse-girl heart had skipped a beat, but he still hadn’t been surprised when he’d gotten the final roster from his uncle. 

A Trakehner, a stunning thoroughbred, a fucking pair of Oldenburgers they were tasked with breeding. Then finally, and he still couldn’t quite believe this , but there, in their stables , was an Akhal-Teke . He'd seen one at a show once, sure. But his very own daughter was very likely going to choose her. He couldn’t deny he found it fitting - a horse worthy of his princess.

It took some doing to keep Ciri from actually hyperventilating when she saw the creamy, gold-and-pearl mare. He expected her to make the choice immediately. Surprisingly, after she calmed down, she took the time to studiously consider the incredible options before her. Make no mistake, his daughter had been raised in elite equine circles, she knew what she was looking at without Vesemir patiently taking her to each stall and introducing her one-by-one.

“Uncle Regis is visiting at Christmas, so ideally you’ll know by then if your first choice is a suitable fit. We have plenty of time, and I encourage you to change your mind if something doesn’t seem right,” Geralt assured her.

Deidre squirmed like she wanted down so Geralt released her, and she joined Julian and Ciri as they walked by the stalls again and again, listening to Ciri talk to herself outloud or ask Julian about his opinion. Pegasus was an Irish Sport Horse - a fine creature, dappled gray and with the perfect temperament a gelding should have. He had also been a gift from Regis, and he’d offered to do so for Deidre and Aiden too, but they weren’t especially inclined, and Deidre was simply too young even if she was. They rode regularly and were perfectly competent, but Geralt wasn’t sure Aiden would ever develop the interest required to own one.

Eskel broke out some beers from the office and the Rivia men found a bench. After a while, it was clear Ciri was having trouble making a choice. She slumped over to him, looking frustrated.

“What is it, baby? Too many choices?”

“No, it’s just… for some reason I feel really bad choosing the Akhal-Teke.”

“Why on earth is that, princess?” Vesemir asked.

“Because none of the other poor horses had a chance !” she wailed, and Vesemir guffawed.

“My girl, that is exactly something your father would say!” 

Geralt rolled his eyes, but it was entirely true. She was his, through and through. 

“All of these horses are going to have wonderful lives, Ciri. Uncle Regis takes very good care of his horses. So you don’t have to worry about the ones who don’t get picked today, because they’ve already all been picked by Uncle Regis. So which lucky horse gets to be picked by Ciri?”

She still looked a little guilty, but her smile began to creep back, along with the excitement. “The Akhal-Teke.”

“YES!” Julian cried, pumping his fist. “My sister is so FLASH! I am gonna take sooo many pictures!”

Geralt swallowed hard, imagining her mounted on the shiny beast, naked under the sun, wavy hair flowing, almost matching the shade of the horse’s mane. Gods they could even put gold body paint on her-

“Earth to Geralt!” Eskel snapped his fingers in Geralt’s face. 

“Huh?”

“Ciri asked if she could name her?”

“Of course, darling,” he looked at Ciri’s wide smile and glittering, happy eyes. “Whatever you like.”

She decided on Lara Dorren, or Lara, for short.

___

That night, Geralt had both of his children lay down on his bed, naked and on their bellies. Julian held Ciri’s hand and gave her encouragement and kisses and made her laugh while Geralt gently spanked them both pink. Ciri hadn’t even realized Geralt had gone well over ten by the time he was done, and she was fucking wet to boot. To reward her, he made her come until she passed out (which wasn’t so hard, she was already exhausted from the travel and excitement), commanding Julian to tease her nipples whilst Geralt ate her cunt. 

Then, finally, he fucked her limp little body while Julian watched, enraputred to see it for the first time. As Julian’s reward for, well, everything , Geralt let him put his cocklet in her pussy to soak while he gently rocked into his boy and made love to him until they both were asleep.

___

The rest of November passed by slowly, belying the old saying that time flies when you’re busy, because they were busy . Staying on top of school and Ciri’s extra sex tutoring, setting aside at least three days a week for formal lessons with Eskel and Vesemir on Lara Dorren for her, plus all the new horses, Eskel’s anal tutoring for Lisa, now add to that planning for and executing The Dreaded Holidays. 

They didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving traditionally, but had long ago replaced it with Wolfenoot at Aiden’s suggestion, which the kids adored. Even Lambert got a kick out of it, once they’d started the meat-buffet tradition. If Lambert enjoyed nothing else, he enjoyed cooking meat on a grill or on a spit or whatever other caveman method he could come up with. Vesemir made a cake with the kids and they made a whole day of it. 

Did they let Aiden and Julian talk them into putting on ears and plugging their assholes with tail plugs and fucking them downstairs in the Dark Room because it reminded them most of a wolf’s den? Yes. Had they actually kept up the tradition for the last three years because it was important to encourage self-led sexual play and not the weirdest thing they’d done as a family? Also yes. But Vesemir drew the line at wearing the wolf ears himself, despite Aiden and Julian’s begging.

Lambert had no such objections, it seemed.

And that would roll right into December, taking them to his birthday, a few days before Christmas. Then New Years. Gods make it stop , he thought.

But time trudged on, and Ciri and Lara bonded well, and she continued to progress well under his tutelage in bed. He could tell she was eager to be perfect, and he used that to his advantage often. 

Then, in the first week of December, Lambert texted him and asked him to join him for a beer in the hot tub that evening.

He’d sent Julian and Ciri to bed together that night, asking them to stay in bed since daddy was going to spend some private time with Uncle Lambert.

His brother definitely had something on his mind, and seemed both eager and weary to suggest it. They spent some time avoiding whatever it was, catching up on Lambert’s work and his latest pick up job with Coen.

“ Identical twins , Geralt. Imagine it. And fuck, that little bitch cried perfectly for me while I made her watch what Coen did to her brother. He’s bringing me a flash sometime next week.”

“Speaking of, I need to see if he was interested in piercing Julian for me,” Geralt remembered, sighing and enjoying how the hot water worked on his stiff muscles. He’d laid his head back and closed his eyes a few minutes ago. 

His cock began to stir at his brother’s recounting.

“So…”

He felt the water disturb as Lambert floated over to him and placed a hand high on his thigh. Well, well, well. How entirely expected of him.

“So I got a proposition for ya, pretty boy. But I gotta make sure you aren’t gonna swing at me if I say it.”

“You’re doing me the courtesy of saying it before you do it. Go on. It’s gotta be about Ciri or you wouldn’t be nervous.”

Lambert scoffed. “I’m not nervous . But you’re faster and stronger than me, much as I hate to admit it, and I’m not stupid. So. You listenin’ or you gonna keep laying there with your head back, not lookin’ at me?”

Geralt sighed and opened his eyes, coming out of his very relaxing position to look his brother in the eye.

“What is it, Lamb?”

“I want Aiden to seduce her and make her think she has to hide it.”

Geralt sighed. “I’ve already told her it’s okay to want to have sex with other people, that won’t work.”

“But you haven’t given her permission to, that’s different. And she hasn’t actually done it yet, unless you count Julian sticking it in her while she sleeps, which, pfft, I don’t. She has a crush on him, and I want him to exploit it.”

Geralt looked at him skeptically, so he went on.

“Gotta teach this kid how to play the game somehow! Deidre’s a good doll, but you need to practice on someone who talks back eventually. Then you can swoop in after letting her squirm a little bit, and this even gives you the chance to have a good reason to punish her.”

“I don’t need a good reason to punish her.”

“I know,” Lambert grinned, and he came closer, sliding his hand all the way up to cup Geralt’s now fully hard cock. He wrapped his strong, calloused fingers around his older brother’s length and began to stroke. 

“I see you easing her in, which is the right thing to do with her, if you don’t want her spoiled and then have to toss her out.”

Geralt inhaled deeply, pleasure coiling in his loins as Lambert started to kiss his neck.

“Can’t have that,” he rumbled in agreement, his stomach muscles clenching as his little brother played with the sensitive slit.

“And Aiden knows how to be gentle, he’ll make sure she’s okay the whole time.”

“He’s not allowed to make her come this time.” 

Lambert chuckled darkly. “Princess’ pleasure belongs only to daddy, is that it? Alright then. That means I’m going to have to catch them at it, because otherwise she’ll expect it, and he’ll need an excuse to stop.”

Geralt nodded absently and hissed as Lambert sucked a mark onto the side of his neck.

“Get on this cock, Lamb. Now .”

“Anything you say, pretty boy.”

#House of Rivia #Making Room #The Witcher fic #dead dove do not eat #Geralt/Ciri #Geralt/Jaskier

[mtnkat3]

You...Alll do know why I'm so nervous & full of trepidation.. right..?

My soul's scared...

How many times...

Trembling kat.. lips, tears on lids..

I will stand on the balconies & let the storms batter me..

Until..

Until I feel Your...Alll's presence surrounding me.

Until I feel.. You...Alll want to touch me...

I mean...

You...Alll made me feel beautiful back then, despite what I was going thru.

Now.. I wonder if I'm an embarrassment. No. No that's not what I feel from You...Alll its.. frustration.

But.. but.. words.. actions.. wobbly lip.

I stood on those balconies..

I hope to know the whys..

Whimpering moan.

And I pray to make amends.

But I felt You...Alll ..

Yes, I overstepped.

Bowed.. sliding down the veil to a slump.

But. I was there.

As close as we've ever been..

But on different sides of a chasm. Like You...Alll were sitting on the moon looking down & watching me..

Yes, I know You...Alll have always protected me. Because You...Alll understood who & what the monster wh is.

A genius iq in a prepubescent mind, but with evil directing in a man's body. Strong enough that I have to use tremendous force to break a wrist grab. [A friend's army hub taught how to many years ago.] But. My small [6¼"] wrists... I never again wanna feel my bones squeezed.

Just thank God same height & I'm strong enough physically & emotionally to fight back. Once I rescue myself I know my entire system will breathe again.

I pray for God's Miracles, His Plan. That I am to be.. reset. Like hardware. I just pray... He heals me. And Guides me to heal myself too.

I am not meant to be this..chubby. yes, wide hips but not all the weight incorrectly placed on my trunk. A couple things will require.. more than exercise.

[Think I'm a 36~28~40, (old measures) so... Not small. But..slim, voluptuous. Always have said don't care when it's boobs & butt. Those don't hurt healthiness of my organs!]

But I'm not afraid of that.

I endured lasik eye surgery, & the valium didn't do shit. Only the device that held my eyes open & force of will. That was 2002 though.

[Fyi= NEVER do correcting surgery til after 40yo! Damnit all! & I loved having 20/15 vision! Dang astigmatisms.]

And yes, I wanna barn with a gym, barre, dance, pilates, & swimjet.

Actually, the first thing I plan to build.

With an artist studio loft too.

Might even sleep in a tent in a corner until I can build my cabin.

Yes, You...Alll have been in every dream about every home I've ever mentally built. Including the book.

I've been building them since 1993. Sitting in my college dorm, coming to grips with losing usaf pilot dreams [I will be a pilot, it is a goal. Just... no dogfights. Drat it.]

Maybe I'm just too.. maverick.. too boundary pushing.. too much...?

But I think God wants me to lead alongside my Mate/s.

Not gritting my teeth from the military machine.

[I am all for the military personnel, & even machines. Just hate the... shot callers.]

Dang I wish I was the one to go on a tiger cruise! Sigh.

Just.. cabin with several purposeful buildings.. loud music sometimes.. & no one but those who laugh & grin at my antics. What I want & need.

But what I want...need...crave...desire... will fight with my last drop of blood & breath to have & hold...

You...Alll.

As many things as I've wanted to do, explore, experience in my life..

Nothing compares to You...Alll.[🎶]

I don't care about where... how much money... or anything like that.

I will live anywhere.

As long as I'm with my soul's Mate/s.

But am I pushing the limits the right way now?

Am I doing this right now... ?

I am praying & striving to not screw up again.

I just..

I miss You...Alll.

It's tearing me up inside still.

Never really has stopped.

I tried back then to let go.

I couldn't.

I gave You...Alll my keys & that was it for me.

I thought You...Alll were.. gone.. dead.. didn't want me.

I tried to heal on tumblr & met some good, some bad, & a lot of players.

But I was always... is that him... them.. sobbing.

I've thought I saw You...Alll here... tooo...

But I don't know!

& it's driving me bonkers!

All I wanna do... touch You...Alll.

I mean the first thing I wanna do is touch..

With my eyes.. my fingers..

I think about falling in a heap at Your...Alll's feet sobbing.

And I think about running into Your...Alll's arms crying & holding on tight.

And I think about being paralyzed by seeing You...Alll... & You...Alll walking right into the touch of my fingertips so my palm is feeling Your...Alll's hearts beating..

I think about You...Alll being able to pick me up & my legs wrapped around You...Alll & being surrounded by You...Alll.

And I think about laying my head on Your...Alll's chests... listening to hearts beating... dancing close...

And as I sit here on the side of my bed staring out as the sun shines thru the trees.. staring at my huge pine tree...

I long for You...Alll...

Even as I've gotta go take a shower.

[Mom pointed something out. I'm always nervous about taking showers here. Yelling, shutting off water heater, beating the walls.. Then there's this infection. And the house probably has mold. It's no wonder I am struggling to keep my head above water. And that it's hard to feel comfortable to take a shower here. Right now, they're not my escape. But to be endured. Because I'm the type I'd stay in the water. Love standing in showers for long time, & multiple a day. 1-3.]

Sigh. I'd rather leave this in my diary for You...Alll alone to read.

I know that we pushed each other back then.. & I think being in love means to always push oneself, to be the best possible. But also we strive for each other tooo. Pushing boundaries.. limits.. growing.. building.. being our best selves...

I'm terrified of getting it wrong,

But I refuse to allow paralysis of fear to hold me back any longer.

I have reached some of my goals.

Now it's time to push that to complete.

So that I am able to post...

I am out.

Then... my Love/s...

Come & get me.

I beg You...Alll. only.

I will wait for eternity for You...Alll.

Because even though there's a lot that only You...Alll & God know.

I know I'm supposed to wait.

On Him.

On You...Alll.

I am treading with trembling limbs, on a creaky dangerous surface...

I just pray...

The patient man.. men..

Whimpering sob.

Are waiting for me in God's Light.

Because my Love/s...

Alpha/s, Bear/s, King/s, Warrior/s, Mate/s, Love/s...

I will wait for You...Alll.

You...Alll are my everything, my universe.

I will stand at the end of a dock.. bridge.. cliff.. mountain edge.. waters edge..

I will wait for You...Alll.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Yes, trembling, wobbly, shaky..

But resolute.

I will place my keys, rings, & pendants into Your...Alll's hands...

& wait..

Head bowed, chin up, trembling..

I love You...Alll.

I miss You...Alll. so much my system is in chaos.

The tears come when I think about why.. where.. will You...Alll.. love me..?

Or did I totally screw the pooch.

Sob. Wail. Bite lip.

God help me. Please.

I love You...Alll & that's never gonna stop!

I wholeheartedly believe

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

I love You...Alll.

I beg You...Alll. Alone.

Bowed. Slumped.

Trudging to shower.

God help me...please???

Your scared, insecure, trembling, humbled, bowed... daughter,

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

Sa.9.24.2022 3.16 .45pm est. Diary

👩🤓☔💡🤝⚓🙏🙇‍♀️🌂🔗⚙⛓🧰⚒🛠⚔⚖🗽🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵⌚⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝♠️🧩🔆♾🌎🎯🧭💫🕯

"Bridge"

[thebaddestofbatches]

The Bad Batch Preferences pt. 1

Kissing

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Crosshair

Favorite Place: Just behind your ear and along your jaw. He prefers to wrap his arms around you from behind and these places are easier to reach. Plus they’re more sensitive and he likes to watch you squirm.

Makeouts: Definitely. And frequently. Whenever he gets back from a mission, you do something he finds hot, or just because he hasn’t kissed you in awhile.

First Kiss:

It was hot on Techitua. Dusty too. You lowered your shades on your nose, a polarized version of Tech’s goggles as Crosshair opened a case on the ground.

A makeshift shooting range was set up parallel to the Marauder, a metal piece with a target spray painted on it placed at a distance of 25 meters.

Hunter had told you that if you wanted to stay on board, you needed to know how to defend yourself and assigned you to Crosshair, without even asking if you had any prior experience.

“Alright. I don’t expect you to be top notch with this thing.” Crosshair said, his tone borderline patronizing as he removed a small blaster from the case. “Blasters take a lot of practice to use correctly and you’re only a doctor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t hit anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and took the blaster from his hand. Barely looking at the target, you took aim and fired one, two, three, four, five shots.

Crosshair’s slack jaw and a quick glance told you they all hit the bullseye.

“You forget, soldier,” You said smugly. “I’m an army doctor. I can rip you apart and put you back together just as easily.”

Crosshair’s toothpick hit the dirt and then he was on you, smashing his lips to your hungrily.

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Echo

Favorite place: Your hand. He likes to hold your hand and bring it up to his lips for absentminded kisses. When you cup his face, he turns his head and presses kisses to your palm.

Makeouts: Not too often. He’s shy after all his modifications and you definitely have to initiate them, but once he relaxes, then he’s into it.

First Kiss:

“Dang ferreck!” You swore as the control panel of the rescued radio shocked you for the fifth time that night.

You gave it a swift thump on the top in retaliation, gritting your teeth.

You needed this to work. It had to work. It’d been so long since you heard real music.

Another try at the wiring and another spark that singed your fingertips. You let out another string of curses and tossed your screwdriver onto the counter with a clank before thumping your forehead against the table repeatedly.

There was a gentle touch on your back that stopped your assault on your cranium. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You could feel the poke of Echo’s prosthetic through your tunic.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No,” You grumbled into the metal.

Echo sighed quietly and after some shifting behind you, you raised your head to see his human hand disconnect two crossed wires and reconnect them at new points. There was a fizz of static and then a gentle song began to float through the speakers.

You let out a whoop of joy and leaped to your feet, grabbing the clone by his collar to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you!” You squealed, snatching up your screwdriver again and leaving Echo standing there, stunned and pink.

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Hunter

Favorite place: Your neck. He likes to feel your pulse point and kiss the sunmarks and spots along your skin. It’s also one of the best places for him to get your scent.

Makeouts: Not as often as Crosshair, but frequent. He likes to be affectionate with you and when he gets time or feels stressed, being around you and close to you is his priority.

First Kiss:

You’d been separated from the Batch in a marketplace and were now wandering aimlessly.

As you passed an alleyway you heard a whistle and a man sidled up to you.

“Hey gorgeous,” He said. “Where you going?”

“Away from you,” You muttered, but he heard it anyway and snorted. “Feisty girl.”

A gag rose up in your throat and you increased your pace. Behind you the man called. “Hey I’m talking to you! Though I appreciate the view!”

A hand landed on your butt and you whirled, fist raised to deck the stranger for daring to touch you. Before you could though, someone stepped between you and punched him, hard.

You looked up to see Hunter, a deep scowl on his tattooed face as he glowered at your harasser.

“Don’t touch her,” He growled, drawing up to his full height.

The man spat and launched himself at Hunter, sending them both rolling to the ground.

There was some yelling and sounds of fists hitting bodies before Hunter scrambled to his feet breathing hard as your harasser lay on the ground, groaning.

Hunter turned to you with worried eyes and you punched him in the arm hard and then quickly pecked his lips. “You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“Sorry,” He said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Tech

Favorite place: Your forehead and temples. He can get so busy with this or that and a quick peck to the forehead is his go-to for affection when he’s caught up in something.

Makeouts: Usually whenever he gets an idea he wants to try with you. He learned affection mainly from books so he’s picking up more and more as he goes. Usually you initiate the sessions. However, when he gains confidence later in the relationship, things get more serious as he experiments.

First Kiss:

“Tech?” You called from the porch of your hideout. Hunter had sent you to fetch the male for dinner and so far he was nowhere to be found.

“In here!” The clone called and you followed the sound into the shed to see Tech holding two vials above a pot.

“What’re you doing?” You asked leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m testing a theory. The substance excreted from the fire salamanders’ skin may have some properties that can boost our explosives.” He replied, carefully tipping the vial of white powder in, followed by the orange liquid.

“And you thought it was a good idea to test that in my shed?” You said, quirking a brow.

The technician had the decency to look a little abashed. “Well it isn’t in the house.”

He set the tubes aside and picked up a firestarter, holding it over the pot. “And a spark to trigger the reaction..”

Crack. Fwoomp! Boom!

The small windows shattered and you ducked as a blaze burst up from the pot and then died out just as quickly, sending up a cloud of ash and dust.

When the smoke receded, you heard Tech give a small cough and looked over to see his whole face covered in soot and the front of his normally gelled back hair spiked up.

You burst into giggles, picking up a small cloth from the worktable and approaching the clone to wipe his goggles clean.

He blinked at you from behind the lenses, like he was surprised to see you and you smiled. “That went well.”

Tech gave you a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the windows. I’ll fix them tomorrow.”

You laughed again, waving him off. “It’s alright. I was prepared for damages when I brought you lot here.”

He gave you a grateful look and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself, darting forward and pecking his lips.

Tech immediately turned scarlet. “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “For being you.”

And then you passed him the cloth with a wink. “Hunter says dinner’s ready. You should probably clean up a bit before you come inside.”

.*(*)*..**(*)**...**(***)**...**(*)**..*(*)*.

Wrecker

Favorite place: Your cheeks and nose. He likes to pepper kisses all over your face. He’s so enraptured by you that he wants to keep you close at all times to make sure you’re real. Plus he’s a massive cuddlebug.

Makeouts: On occasion. But this boy is too much of a teddy bear for anything more than gentle loving touches. He’s slow and sweet and so very careful with you.

First Kiss:

The Batch was pinned down in an abandoned bunker as a gang faction gathered outside. Echo was doing his best to reboot the turrets while Tech worked on the doors, but unless it happened fast, you weren’t getting out of this unscathed.

You were peering out one of the broken windows with Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker picking off grunts where you could, but they had greater numbers and illegal firepower.

A shot from a bike mounted turret hit the wall above your lookout and the ceiling caved in, causing Wrecker tackle you, cradling you to him as he rolled away.

“You alright?” He asked, pushing off of you, his voice higher than normal.

“Yeah.” You said and Hunter swore as glass shattered behind you.

“Echo!! What’s the status on those defense systems?!”

“Same as you asked thirty seconds ago!” Echo snapped. “These circuits are rubbish! This place should have been scrapped for parts years ago!”

Parts.

A light bulb went off in your brain and you immediately turned to Wrecker. “Give me a charge!”

“Why?!”

“Trust me!”

He gave you a look you couldn’t read under the helmet, but dropped an explosive in your palm.

Immediately you started dismantling it. “I need a gravmag, some wires, and anything explosive we can spare. Oh and Echo’s arm.”

“What?” Said Echo.

You ignored him and started your hunt for parts as you snatched a screwdriver, a multipurpose laser tool, and pliers from Tech’s backpack, stripped a console, broke Crosshair’s gravmag off of his grappling hook, and took three more charges from Wrecker. You dismantled, screwed, and rewired before beckoning Echo over and having him weld it all together.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker asked as he fired off another shot. “What are you doing?”

You waved him off as you activated your new, shoddy weapon of mass destruction and bolted for the window, lobbing it as hard and far as you could.

“Hit the dirt!” You yelled and there was a large boom and the whole building rattled.

When the dust cleared, you beamed proudly at the clear landscape.

The gang that had been surrounding your hiding place was now lying unconscious having been thrown a good 50 meters in all directions at extreme speeds.

“What-“ Said Crosshair in his rare stunned tone. “What did you do?”

“Simply,” You said. “I reversed the polarity and made it into a big bang.”

Wrecker whooped and tossed his helmet aside, scooping you into a bear hug and peppering kisses all over your face. “THAT’S MY GIRL!”

You turned pink and he drew back from you enough to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which only served to fill your face with crimson.

There was an awkward cough from one of his brothers and Wrecker turned a similar shade of red, setting you back on the ground.

“Er-“ He said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “Good job.”

#the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #preferences #bad batch preferences #the bad batch preferences #the bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #echo x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #y/n #reader insert #hunter #hunter bad batch #crosshair #crosshair bad batch #tech #tech bad batch #echo #echo bad batch #wrecker #wrecker bad batch #tbb echo #sw tbb #tbb tech #tbb wrecker

[lallyloo]

The Frozen Corn Incident

(I have stuff going on and haven’t written in a bit, but Rhett’s cold taint wouldn’t leave me alone.. so here’s some awkward silliness and a small amount of smut. Thank you @imincognitohere for listening to me ramble on about this today.. and yesterday) They’d been back in the office for awhile, and Link had been so focused on his own work, typing away, he’d barely registered the grunts and sighs from behind him. Complaints after filming were something they were used to – belly aches from hot peppers, headaches from too much sugar, chafed balls from wedgie hangman. They were both equal complainers, and they’d both grown accustomed to tuning the other one out. And Rhett was trying to be quiet, but he couldn’t help himself. He was freezing in places he never imagined he could be so cold, and nothing he did seemed to help. When a frustrated whine cut into Link’s concentration, he spun his chair around to see why Rhett was still complaining about frozen corn on his taint. Rhett looked miserable with one hand stuffed down his jeans, and the sight didn’t surprise Link – after so many years side by side, they’d been in all kinds of crazy situations. They’d seen the good, the bad, and a whole lot of awkward. A hand down the pants seemed par for the course and Link couldn’t help but smirk. “You still sufferin’, brother?”

Rhett’s eyes flicked to him, as if he hadn’t even noticed his presence, and he gave Link a pained look.

“My taint is still freezing, man.”

“You still sittin’ on the corn or what?”

“No, I’m not sittin’ on the corn,” Rhett huffed, and his arm tensed up as he cupped himself harder. “It’s been an hour and I’m still cold. Think I got frost bite or somethin’.”

Link’s eyes went wide, “Frost bite on your taint?”

“Man, I dunno. It’s still freezin’ and nothing I’m doing is helping.”

“Not even your hand? You’ve got the hottest hands out of everyone– ”

“Yeah, but– ”

“Always so dang sweaty– ”

“Link, I know, but it’s not makin’ a difference. It’s like the cold dries up the sweat, or turns it into ice or something.”

“I don’t think that’s– ”

“I gotta figure out somethin’. What happens if you get frost bite on your taint? Can they amputate a chode?”

“Ugh, don’t call it that.”

“But can they?”

“Rhett, they’re not gonna –

“I don’t wanna lose my taint.” Rhett stared at him in horror, “Or my balls?? What if –

“Rhett, you’re not gonna lose your taint or your balls. You’re crazy, dude.”

“Well, it feels like it. Feels like I’m losin’ feeling..”

“In your balls?”

“Everywhere.”

“Your butthole?”

“I dunno, maybe!”

“What about your..” Link raised his eyebrows and made a pointing motion towards Rhett’s dick. “Your tallywhacker?”

“Dude, shut up!” Rhett leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, bringing his free hand up to cover them. “Don’t make me think about it. I can’t lose my dick to a frozen corn incident.”

Link laughed, “You’re being dramatic. You’re not gonna lose your dick.”

Rhett lifted his hand to glare at him, his eyes narrow. “You don’t know.”

“You want me to get a heating pad or somethin’?”

Rhett was hopeful for a moment. “Do we have one?”

“I don’t know,” Link shrugged. “I could text Jenna and ask her to get one.”

“No,” Rhett waved his hand and covered his eyes again. “I’m not askin’ her to get a heating pad for my nads.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Dude, I don’t have to say it’s for your nutsack– ”

“And my taint.”

“Your nutsack and your taint. And your butthole if you’re gonna get specific.”

“Link, I’m sufferin’ here.”

“Can I text her?”

“NO!”

Link stared at him for a moment before letting out a loud sigh. “Stand up.”

“What?” Rhett sat up a little straighter in the chair.

“Just stand up.”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna help you, now stand up.”

Rhett stood up slowly, his hand still stuck down his jeans.

“Gimme this.” Link grabbed Rhett’s wrist and eased his hand out of his pants, running his fingertips over Rhett’s. “Dude, your fingers are like ice!”

“I know, I told you!”

Link forced Rhett’s hand into his pocket, shoving it down deep and giving it a couple forceful pats for emphasis. “Leave it in there, let it warm up.”

“What’re you gonna– ”

“I’m gonna help you.”

Link took him by the shoulders and angled him so Link was up against his right side and Rhett went willingly, glancing down between them where Link’s hand was hovering over his zipper.

“Like, help help?”

“Yeah,” Link cupped the air and made a rubbing motion with his hand, “Help help. That okay?”

Rhett nodded, his eyebrows raised, “Well, yeah.”

Link popped the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down, and Rhett held his breath as Link’s hand slipped inside his boxer briefs.

Link was to-the-point about it, seemingly unfazed by the proximity of his hand to Rhett’s dick.

“You want me to– ” Rhett offered, “Move it outta the way?”

Link shook his head. “S’fine.”

Link brushed past Rhett’s cock, barely registered it touching his forearm, slipping under his balls the same way he would with his own if he was going to rub his own taint. He was focused, but he jerked his hand away for a second when he made contact with damp, cold skin.

“Dang, Rhett, you are cold.”

“I told ya.”

“What’ve you been doin’ sittin’ here with your hand down your britches?”

“Tryin’ to warm up”

“Tryin’ and failin’ more like,” Link muttered.

They tended to get a little more Southern in those moments, murmuring softly to each other. But they’d never done that, never been that close, with Link’s hand there, and Link settled his fingertips on the skin between Rhett’s balls and butt.

Rhett let out a breathy sigh of relief. “Your hands are warm.”

“Well yeah, dummy,” Link said quietly. “You should’a asked me to do this earlier”

They were quiet as Link rubbed him a bit, like a test at first, trying to bring warmth to the cold skin

“Does it burn?”

Rhett was distracted and it took him a moment to reply. “Burn?”

“Yeah, as it’s warmin’ up?”

“Oh, nah, not yet.”

Link was careful with his fingers, but with every few swipes he slipped a little too far back and Rhett jumped.

“Watch my–” he laughed nervously. “Watch my butthole.”

Link huffed out a laugh. “Your butthole?”

“Yeah!”

“I ain’t gonna finger your butthole if that’s what you’re worryin’ about.”

“I’m not worryin’,” Rhett said, because he wasn’t. That wasn’t what he meant.

They stayed quiet for another moment, as if they were both thinking.

“Is it cold though?” Link murmured.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to.. like,” Link slipped his hand back a little further and ghosted over Rhett’s ass. His cheeks were ice cold and Link chuckled softly. “Freezin’ here too, bo.”

“That’s what I told ya,” Rhett mumbled. “But you don’t have to..”

“You want me to though?”

Rhett paused before answering with a soft, “Yeah.”

Link rubbed gently, slow enough that he wouldn’t irritate Rhett’s frozen and overly-sensitive skin, but fast enough to bring warmth to the area. The base of his palm bumped against Rhett’s balls, his forearm sliding against Rhett’s cock, and Link didn’t say a word as Rhett grew hard against him. They both knew it was natural. Friction could do that.

“Dick’s warm,” Rhett muttered, trying to bring humor to the situation.

Link nodded, “I know.”

Rhett glanced down between them. “Is it buggin’ you? I can hold it up.”

“S’fine,” Link reiterated. “Ain’t botherin’ me none.”

And it wasn’t bothering him. It was just another thing. Cool butt, cold taint, warming balls, hot hard dick. It was fine.

Link slowed the rubbing, trying to change it up a bit as he pressed his fingers against Rhett’s taint.

“Pressin’ your button,” he murmured.

“What?” Rhett huffed out.

Link pushed in again and then started massaging in slow circles. “The evac button.”

“Oh,” Rhett breathed, “right..”

And then Link felt it.

Rhett’s dick was leaking slick and wet on his arm.

And in theory it should’ve bothered him, but it didn’t. At all.

“Feel good?” Link found himself asking.

And Rhett surprised himself by admitting, “real good..”

Link nodded and continued his kneading, his palm tapping against Rhett’s balls until Link just went for it and cupped them. They were soft, almost velvety, not much different than his own, and he held them the way he held himself, knowing what he liked and figuring Rhett might like it too.

“You’re warmin’ up,” Link breathed, as if the cold was even still a concern at that point, when he was actively playing with his best friend’s ballsack and massaging his taint.

Rhett just panted, actually panted, in reply and slid in the slick that now coated Link’s arm.

“You want me to stop?” Link asked, knowing it was probably a stupid question, and honestly hoping Rhett wouldn’t want him to.

“No,” Rhett huffed out a laugh, because that was the last thing he wanted, “god, don’t.”

So they were doing this, and it was fine. Just another thing.

Except it wasn’t just another thing. It was a big thing. Rhett was rubbing his dick on Link’s arm, and Link was pretty sure he was going to help him cum, and it somehow made sense, and then Rhett was tensing, and Link found he needed to watch him.

He wanted to see Rhett cum.

He’d heard it before – their college dorm room was small, and Link was good at feigning sleep. But he’d never seen Rhett’s face in those moments.

And here they were, and Link was helping to make it happen, wanting to make it happen, wanting to see it happen. He rubbed the now-warm skin, slipping his fingers back to ghost over Rhett’s ass again and he recognized the sharp inhale of breath as Rhett came and spurted wet heat over Link’s forearm.

Rhett was cumming in his boxers, all over Link’s arm and hand, and it was only then that Link really registered that he was hard too, and okay, this was something new. Something they’d probably need to explore further.

But currently, Rhett was looking down, his hair falling into his eyes as he chuckled softly, embarrassed.

Link knew further exploration would have to wait. But he was determined that it would happen. He eased his arm out of Rhett’s jeans, and turned it over, examining the mess Rhett had made on it.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” he said, grinning, “and arm.”

Rhett watched him go, speaking up just as Link reached the door. “We gotta tell the writers they can never go colder than frozen corn.”

Link stopped and looked back at him. “Nah, we can go colder.”

“Link,” Rhett gave him a crazed look, “I’ll lose everything next time, dick and all.”

“You’ll be alright.”

“Your hand ain’t that warm, man.”

“That’s true,” Link replied, shooting Rhett another grin as he slipped out the door, and Rhett could hear his voice echoing down the hallway, “but I got a hot mouth!”

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #frozen taint #i apologize for the formatting #tumblr hates when i post from my laptop

[remakethestars]

CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument. 

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.) 

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels. 

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons. 

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them. 

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down. 

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy. 

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though. 

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises. 

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously). 

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling. 

The “Macarena.” 

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural. 

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video. 

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football. 

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall. 

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught. 

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs. 

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!” 

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc. 

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair. 

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters. 

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux. 

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point. 

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t. 

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth). 

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can. 

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

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[softservedspice]

Couldn't sleep until I got this haunting idea out of my head. I wrote quickly and tiredly so apologies for typos ahead of time

Title: Crash or Burn

Dakota: Bratty female / Morgan: Playful dominant male

Contains: Nippleplay, verbal teasing, little bit of tickling

Morgan sat on the couch, flipping through his magazine while Dakota cleaned up around the house. She wasn't doing much, just sorting through some papers and going through a few old boxes. "Hey, honey. Do you still want these old candles? Your mom got them for us last Christmas and we never did use them." Dakota said. She turned the candle around, humming softly as she buried her nose in the sweet peppermint cinnamon.

"We can put them out this year. Wherever you like." Morgan answered. His eyes followed her on the journey to the hearth. Putting the candles above where a fire normally burned to fight off cold days.

"What about here? No, that's too much fire in one place." Dakota went about muttering as she paced around the house. Left and right. Sometimes going back places she already tried. Yet no matter how interesting the magazine was, Morgan's eyes always found themselves staring at his stunning wife. Even with her form covered in an oversized sweater and painter jeans, she was every bit as desirable as when only lacy lingerie adorned her body.

Morgan closed his magazine and stood up, walking ever so briskly up behind his wife. Wrapping his arms around to her front, covering her cheeks in soft kisses. "I think the candles look nice wherever you put them. Mom won't shut up about it when she visits." He muttered softly. His face nuzzled and buried into her neck, taking in her naturally pleasant scent. "Have I told you how cute you are today?"

"Only for the 23rd time." Dakota jested.

She felt his smile against her skin. 

"Now I just have to put the box up in the closet shelf. It's a bit heavy but I'll be fine."

"You certainly are strong. Just as strong as you are gorgeous." Morgan tickled up Dakota's sides, eliciting a loud giggle before she pulled away to do her work. Morgan sat back down, waiting for her to come back. God, when she was in front of him he couldn't keep his hands off of her. He wanted to rub his hands along her soft body all day. Massage her until she felt like the queen that she was. Feed her whatever delicious foods she wanted. Tickle her and hear that beautiful laugh. Kiss and tease her sensitive body until she became his little pile of satisfied jello.

Only...she didn't come back. "Dakota?" He called.

"I'm fine!" She answered. Though the tone in her voice suggested a struggle. Morgan went immediately to check out the scene. 

All he saw was the woman of his fantasies struggling to get a box down. She was just barely too short to push it back up, standing there with her arms over her head. The poor limbs were trembling under the weight of the box. And judging by the glass clinking, said box was filled to the brim with fragiles. If she tried to take it down and it fell from her hands, or if she pushed it back up too roughly, the dishes within would break way too easily.

"You're...stuck. Aren't you?" Morgan asked.

"No, no, no! I'm perfectly fine! Oop!" Dakota almost dropped the box, barely managing to keep it somewhat on the shelf so her hands didn't support the full weight.

A part of Morgan wanted to help, but then again Dakota hadn't asked for it. She had always been stubbornly independent, perhaps even to a dangerous level. But Morgan had his ways of breaking down independent little brats.

He stood next to her, gently resting his hands on her sides. They slowly trailed forward and tugged at the low collar of her sweater. "What are you doing?" She asked. A blend of fear and excitement in her voice.

"You're not wearing a bra…"

"Of course not! We're alone in the house together!"

"And you got yourself conveniently stuck. It's almost like you're begging for me to tease you…" Morgan kissed her on the cheek while gently rubbing his hand over her clothed breasts. Rubbing in circles once he felt where her nipples were getting hard.

"Morgan, this isn't the time for that!"

"Oh, but it's the perfect time. You didn't ask for my help, so it's either this or the magazine. And you're so much better than a catalog." Morgan chuckled softly, a sound that always melted Dakota like a warm chocolate.

His hands tugged the shirt down until one of her breasts flipped over. Hanging out freely in the open for eyes to see. "Morgan! That's embarrassing! Put my shirt back up!" Dakota let her hand come down for a second, only to realize that one arm wasn't enough to support the box of fragiles. It went back up. Her face turned red.

"How is it embarrassing, love? I see you naked every night." Morgan chimed.

"T-That's different!" Dakota stuttered. How adorable. And pitiful, if one might add.

"I don't think it is," Morgan said softly. His face lowered so that his breath hit against her soft chest. "I know how sensitive your nipples are. And look at this! It's in a very nice vulnerable position for me to take advantage of it." His finger traced ever so lightly in the circle of her areola. Torturously close to the reddening bud, but still not quite touching it. The anticipation alone had her biting her lip. "Awww, are you excited? Imagine when I stop playing around." Morgan flicked his finger over it once, making her whole body shiver harshly before he went back to the teasing circles.

"I swear if you make me drop all these dishes--!"

"Not my fault you won't ask for help."

"Screw yourself."

"Screwing you is much more fun, though." Morgan smirked in his sadistic manner. Leaning in closer and gathering saliva on his tongue. Dakota began shivering harder at the sight, and this time it wasn't because of the heavy box.

"Don't you dare…"

"I dare." Morgan flicked his wet tongue over her exposed nipple. Back and forth, pressing and circling. Mixing up firm licks with ticklish ones. Every bit of it pouring heat between Dakota's legs.

"Stop! Oh, dang it~!" Dakota whined louder, doing everything she could to keep those dishes from falling. Every second building up the pleasure and need inside her. 

"Do you want me to help you with that box?" Morgan asked slyly.

"No!" Dakota moaned, "I need you to leave me alone so I can do it myself!"

"Too bad. Your body is too cute to leave alone." Morgan began tugging her other breast out too. His mouth went back to it's pleasure giving on one side while his knowing fingers danced on the other side. Giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could with those light teasing touches that he knew she loved. The ones that barely made contact with her skin, yet drove her more crazy than anything else.

"Dakota! Oh my God...I'm being serious...stop it...please…" her voice grew more desperate. Her body jerked side to side in futile defiance. No matter how she moved, it was a choice between breaking the dishes or having more tingles of pleasure infect her body.

Suddenly Morgan's free hand reached into her loose pants. A single finger crawled between her legs, tracing from almost her butt all the way forward to her clit. Rubbing over it with no mercy. Poor Dakota's legs nearly buckled under her as a loud moan forced its way out. "Ohhh! Oh God! Don't do that to me!" She begged.

"You're so wet, how can I possibly keep my hands off? If you let me help you with the box, I'll take you to the bed and let you finish." Morgan raised a brow, curiously awaiting her answer.

A long pause.

"Fine! But it's your fault I couldn't handle it on my own!"

"Of course it is, honey." Morgan kissed her cheek and backed up, taking one last good look at her. There was just something mesmerizing about her in this helpless position with her boobs hanging out helplessly. But the beauty wouldn't be over when he helped her with the box. She would be every bit as cute and wonderful while laying under him on their cozy mattress. And she wouldn't have to worry about breaking anything except her bratty little attitude.

#strawberry #stories #ns/fw text #nippleplay #verbal teasing #tickles #m/f

[intheticklecloset]

Haikyuu!! Sentence Starters #11-20

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

~~~

11) Lee Suga, Ler Kageyama

“Stop,” Suga pleaded quietly, giggling. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Kageyama held him closer and continued rubbing his nose underneath Suga’s left ear. “I’m barely touching you.”

“But it tickles.”

“Hmm.” Kageyama smirked, sliding his hands under Suga’s shirt and wiggling gently against his sides. “I’ll show you what tickles.”

“Noooo…” The silver-haired setter whined, giggling even harder, trying to arch away from his teasy boyfriend. “Stohohohohohop, Tobio…”

“Why should I? You clearly like it~”

“Mhmhm…no I dohohon’t,” Suga protested, but it was weak at best and both of them knew it. Kageyama sought out the older setter’s navel with this forefinger, circling it gently once he found it. Suga arched away from him. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Relax,” Kageyama murmured, going back to nosing his ear as well. “I’ll be gentle.”

And he kept his promise, wiggling softly into the tiny space that always made Suga cackle like a hyena, and the night was filled with plenty of tickles and cuddles and kisses.

*

12) Lee Tsukishima, Ler Tanaka

“Little brat,” Tanaka muttered under his breath, turning away from Tsukishima with a grunt.

“What was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I stutter?” The second-year turned back to snap at him. “I said you’re a little brat.”

Tsukki was undeterred. “It’s not my fault you expect more of me than I can offer. One can only practice so much before they need to balance it with rest. Ask Daichi. I’m sure he understands.”

“Daichi’s not here right now, genius,” Tanaka grumbled. “And if you keep using that tone with me, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“You? Teach me a lesson?” Tsukki smirked, looking down his nose at Tanaka. “And how exactly would you do that?”

Tanaka paused. Tsukki definitely had height to his advantage, being the tallest member of the team. And whether he showed it off or not, he was also really strong and quick on his feet. His mind was even faster. So how could he assert his dominance?

Finally, he plunged forward and drilled his fingers into Tsukki’s ribs. “Like this!”

Tsukki shot his arms down protectively, shoving at the smaller boy, but much like Hinata, Tanaka was unbothered by the obvious advantages he had over him. He clung onto the first-year for dear life, digging harder and harder with every second until finally Tsukki was physically unable to hold back anymore.

“S-Stohop it,” he grunted, gripping Tanaka’s shoulders. “Get ohohoff.”

Tanaka smirked up at him. “Was that a giggle?”

“Plenty of people are t-tihihicklish. Why is it a surprihihise that I’m ohohone of them?”

“Andyou just admitted you’re ticklish? Dude!” Tanaka wormed one hand up to the blonde’s underarm. “This is my lucky day!”

Tsukki grunted, then spilled a few more giggles. “Get – get ohohohoff of me, you mohohoron – stohohohop it, I dohohohon’t – Tanaka!”

The second-year grinned wickedly. Oh, he was definitely going to exploit this weakness as much as humanly possible.

*

13) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Don’t! It’ll work this time!”

Kageyama glowered at Hinata. “You’ve said that the last five times you’ve tried it, moron.”

“I mean it this time!” The redhead held out his hands expectantly. “Give me another one.”

With a roll of his eyes, the setter tossed another ball to him as requested, then stood back and watched as the tiny middle blocker set up to serve, hit the ball…and just barely tipped it over the net. Hinata groaned.

“Told you.” Kageyama grabbed another one and walked up to him, thrusting it at the redhead. “Your serves suck. Like, really. They’re awful.”

“Why do you think I’m practicing them, Bakageyama?” Hinata snapped, snatching it from him and turning his back to set up again.

Kageyama grabbed him from behind and dug into his ribs, grinning when Hinata shrieked, dropped the ball, and started flailing helplessly as hysterical giggles poured out of his mouth.

“S-Stahahahahap! Kageyahahahahama!”

“You’ve got to get better. You can’t always rely on Yamaguchi to save your dumb butt because you can’t serve.”

“I knohohohohohohow! Stohohohohohohop!” Instead, Kageyama wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him tightly in place, then used his free hand to knead into Hinata’s bottom ribs. Hinata exploded with laughter, squirming and kicking. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“I’m just getting you pumped up to do better,” Kageyama teased, smirking. “What’s the problem?”

“IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!! KAGEYAHAHAHAMA, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Not until I’ve motivated you a little more.”

*

14) Lee Kageyama, Ler Tsukishima

“You? Saying please? And apologizing? Not the king himself~”

Tsukishima’s taunting words were like throwing gas on a flame, making Kageyama squeal even louder, despite how badly he wished he could keep his reactions inside. He squirmed on the floor of the gym, having been made completely helpless within seconds at the blonde’s precise touch along his sides and ribs. And now his cursed teammate had started scribbling over his belly, forcing him to plead whether he wanted to or not.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He cried, hating himself for how pathetic he sounded right now. And at the hands of Tsukishima, of all people. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY, ALL RIHIHIHIGHT?!”

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Tsukki demanded coolly, never letting up, showing no remorse.

Kageyama swore he’d kill him when this was over. “FOHOHOHOHOHOR BEHEHEHEING UNCOOPERATIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE!!”

Tsukki started vibrating into his belly. “And?”

“AND NOHOHOHOHOT LISTENING TO YOUR ADVIHIHIHIHIHICE!!” Kageyama screeched, arching his back, laughing so hard tears came to his eyes. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP, PLEASE, TSUKKIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Hmm. I suppose that’s good enough for now.” Tsukki finally relented, getting to his feet. “Just don’t do it again, and I won’t have to punish you again. Clear?”

I hate you, Kageyama thought but wisely didn’t say aloud. Instead he groaned. “Yeah, we’re clear.”

*

15) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

“Can’t take it, huh?” Asahi murmured, grinning into the back of his boyfriend’s neck as he gently pressed into his lower ribs.

Noya squirmed in his ticklish bear hug trap, digging his heels into the floor and clenching his teeth to hold his giggles in. “S-Stohohop, Asahi, I c-cahahan’t…”

“You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” The ace continued to tease, gripping him tighter and beginning to lay back on the floor, taking any and all purchase from his little libero. “My sweet, ticklish little Yuu.”

“Stohohohohohohop!” Noya squealed, losing his battle against his giggles more and more with every poke and prod to one of his worst spots. “Asahi! Plehehehehehease, nohohohohoho!”

“But you’re so cute,” Asahi whined, digging in a little harder and kissing his neck at the same time. “I can’t possibly resist~”

“Ahahahahahahasahi! Knohohohohohock it ohohohoff, y-you’re mahahahahaking it worse!”

“How am I making it worse? By teasing you? But I thought you liked teasing~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“All right, I’ll shut up…” Asahi chuckled, suddenly rolling over so he had Noya pinned to the floor on his stomach, straddling him from behind and skittering all over his back. The libero squealed and finally burst into a long string of bright, bubbly giggles. “…but only to better hear your beautiful laughter, my dear~”

*

16) Lee Noya, Ler Tanaka

“Dude, you’re super ticklish here?” Tanaka laughed, keeping Noya firmly pinned to the wall as he scribbled all over the libero’s lower back. “That’s freaking hilarious!”

Noya bit his lip on a squeal, but couldn’t hold back his giggles. “S-Stohohohohop, please, it t-tihihihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

“I can tell!” Tanaka snatched up both of his wrists and pinned them above his head, then slipped his free hand under Noya’s jersey and skittered along the bare skin.

Noya sputtered and squirmed. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes.” Tanaka smirked. “I wish the others were here to see this.”

“Shut uhuhuhuhup, you bihihihihihig idiot!”

“How dare you?!”

“Nonononono wahahahaha-AHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Noya screamed and exploded with laughter when Tanaka moved further up and started pinching along his back ribs. The libero squirmed helplessly against the wall, hysterics bubbling out of him faster than he had a hope of stopping them. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, OKAHAHAY?! TANAKAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Tanaka laughed. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOP TAHAHAHAHAHALKING!!”

“All right. I’ll just keep tickling, then.”

“NO THAT’S NOHOHOHOHOT WHAHAHAHAT I MEHEHEHEHEANT--!!”

*

17) Lee Kinoshita, Ler Noya

“Stop whining.” Noya nudged Kinoshita playfully. “It’s just measurements.”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m…” Kinoshita ducked his head. “I think I might be too ticklish for this, Noya.”

“Dude, if I can do it, you can do it.” Noya held up the measuring tape and grinned. “Come on.”

Kinoshita braced himself as he raised his arms outwards in a T-formation, trying to take slow, steady breaths as the libero wrapped the tape around his chest, jotted down the number, and returned to his waistline.

He giggled as the tape closed over his hips, making Noya smirk up at him. “Seriously, dude?”

“I told you,” Kinoshita shot back, instantly bringing his arms down as soon as he was able to. “I’m really ticklish.”

“No kidding. How sensitive are your hips?” The libero ditched the tape, grabbing onto Kinoshita’s waist with his hands and squeezing.

“AIEE!!” Kinoshita yelped, grabbing Noya’s shoulders and pushing desperately. “Nohohohoho, get awahahahahahay!”

“This is hilarious, Hisashi!”

“I’m g-glahahahahahad you thihihihihink so! Now stahahahahahap!”

Noya let up, grinning as he grabbed the tape measure from the floor. “Cute.”

*

18) Lee Iwa, Ler Oikawa

“Act your age for once, dang it!” Iwaizumi snapped, grabbing Oikawa’s wrists and shoving them away before they could make contact with his sides.

“Aww, but that’s no fun,” Oikawa pouted, making himself comfortable on Iwa’s lap on the couch.

Iwa was nervous. He was – for all intents and purposes – stuck here, and if Oikawa got it into his head to start playing around, there really wasn’t much he could do about it other than fight with his words. So fight he did.

“That’s such a childish thing to do. Knock it off.”

“Childish? Are you calling me a child, Iwa-chan?”

“You area child.”

Oikawa pouted again, but there was a twinkle in his eye. He reached for Iwa’s sides again, and when Iwa moved to stop him again, he snatched up both wrists and pinned them to the couch above his head, leaning in close to his face with a smirk. “You don’t really want me to knock it off, though, do you?”

Iwa’s face turned dark red. “Shut up.”

“Because you like being tickled, don’t you, Iwa-chan?”

“Shut up, Toru.”

“Poor, ticklish little Iwa.” Oikawa chuckled, reaching to grab a thigh, enjoying the sharp jerk he got in response, how he had to fight to keep his friend pinned in place, helpless to the laughter that was coming his way. “All dressed up and nowhere to go.”

“I-I’m in my PJs, genius,” Iwa spat before tossing his head back with a shriek of involuntary laughter.

Oikawa kept kneading his thigh. “Your Sesame Street PJs. Who’s childish now, hmm?”

“Toru, I s-swear to g-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

*

19) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“Where did all that confidence go?” Iwa asked, smirking.

Oikawa pressed his lips together. His heart was racing. Iwa took charge on the court sometimes, but almost never off of it, and certainly never like this. The setter had quickly gone from being his normal smooth, teasing, flirting self to this – pinned to the bed with his wrists in Iwa’s grip, the ace looming over him with a smile. And god, if it wasn’t making him flustered as all get out.

“I’m still confident,” he managed, swallowing. “Confident that I’m about to regret everything.”

Iwa chuckled. “You’re right about that. Let me ask you something, Toru.” He pinned both wrists together with one hand and used his other to gently squeeze the setter’s hip. “Are you still ticklish?”

Oikawa’s blush was all the answer he needed.

“W-Wait, wahahahahahait, Iwa,” he sputtered, a huge smile spreading across his face without permission. He squirmed helplessly. “D-Dohohohohohon’t do thahahahahat!”

“Why not? You deserve it, you know.” Iwa found the hollow of Oikawa’s hip with his thumb and pressed in deeply.

Oikawa jolted, trying to twist his body away from the ticklish touch. “Nohohohohoho! N-Not thehehehehehehere!”

“Not where? Not here?” Iwa pressed in again, enjoying how his boyfriend squealed and arched his back at the touch, helpless to the flood of giggles leaving his mouth. “But you’re just so sensitive here. How can I not play with you just a tiny little bit?”

Oikawa groaned, face and ears bright red. “I hahahahahahate you.”

Iwa chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”

*

20) Lee Tsukishima, Ler Kuroo

“It’ll give you motivation!”

“It absolutely will not.” Tsukishima glared at Kuroo. “Don’t touch me.”

Kuroo gave him a lazy smirk. “I’m perfectly capable of taking you down if I have to, you know.”

Tsukki paused. There weren’t many people he was nervous around, but he had to admit, Kuroo was one of them. Especially when he was being threatened like this. “Just don’t. It will only make me angry.”

“How can you be angry if you’re laughing?” Kuroo teased, and lunged for him.

Tsukki fought the entire way to the gym floor, causing Kuroo more problems than he’d originally anticipated, but eventually the upperclassman won the battle and rolled the blonde over onto his front, straddling him and pinning him in place.

“There now, was that so hard?”

“Screw you!” Tsukki snapped. “Get off!”

“I’ll get off once you lighten up a little.” Kuroo scribbled his fingers along the blonde’s sides, ribs, and back, searching for giggles that Tsukki successfully held back. “Oh, come on, this is no fun. Laugh a little, Tsukki!”

“I w-will not l-laugh,” Tsukki growled, but his resolve was quickly broken when Kuroo reached up into his underarms. He shot his arms down protectively, but it was too late. The Nekoma captain had found purchase and was now digging, and any resistance the blonde had left crumbled when his body betrayed him and he started giggling quietly into the floor. “Nohohohoho!”

“There you go,” Kuroo teased, pressing harder. “Just let it out, glasses. You’ll feel better, trust me.”

“Nohohohohohoho, I h-hahahahate—” Tsukki bit his lip hard to hold back a squeal. Kuroo had started drawing tiny, precise circles right in the crease where his underarm met his shoulder, and it wa driving him up the wall. His giggles quickly gave way to soft laughter. “Nohohohohohoho, dohohohon’t do thahahahahahat! P-Plehehehehehease, Kuroo…!”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #tickle drabble #compilation #quick prompts #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq #sentence starters

[paperstarwriters]

The arcana crew as beast-kin

Why? Because I wanna :P

General notes:

Everyone is based off of the card they’re associated with

Beast-kin tend to have magic that lets them look human (three forms; 1: anthropomorphic beast, 2: human with animal ears/wings and tails, and them as a normal human—I’ll be focusing on the animal aspects)

Just because they can do glamour magic doesn’t mean they can do other types of magic.

They still have their familiars, don’t worry.

If you wanna reference for the first form, just watch Beastars. The design is pretty similar (mainly thinking about the birds)

If you wanna reference for beast-kin in general check out the manga “Milady Just Wants to Relax” it’s what I’ve based the abilities off of and just beast-kin in general.

Asra

This sly fox :)

It’s probably because of my ties with anime but I imagine him like a multi-tailed fox

It’s purely so that you have more tails to cuddle and snuggle with.

You know how when foxes are in the snow they leap into the air then get their whole upper half stuck in the snow?

Well, when Asra hears something they want to catch, or they’re playing with Faust, they sometimes just... well....

It’s funny to see honestly.

Lowkey acts like a dog sometimes. They Loves the pats and chin scratches he can get and will whine until you give him more.

Sometimes you wake up to their tail(s) in your face. Good or bad, you decide.

In most folklore that have them, foxes aren’t exactly trusted, so often, Asra uses his glamour to make himself look like a human. However, when a customer runs unsavoury or maybe there’s just some mean brat that he wants to scare, his shadow still shows off his ears and tail(s)

Cuddles??? Cuddles!!!! Foxes are just so fluffy... Asra is no different. (In fact he might just be even fluffier)

Hate to delve a little into angst territory, but as a child since he was an orphan and all, Asra probably learned to basically act like a dog or a cat depending on the person to get more food, or to convince them that they’re a harmless beast-kin.

Nadia

Design wise, I love humanoid bird designs with their wings doubling as their arms and hands. Don’t ask me how this works logically right now we’re talking about crazy fantasy elements anyways, let me have this.

One thing I cannot get out of my mind is:

Nadia has her back to Lucio and he’s just talking and chattering nonsense. Then Lucio says something insanely stupid or offensive and whoever is talking to Lucio can see Nadia behind him just—

Whips her freaking head around 180°

It’s worse if she’s somewhere dark cause then you just see two red eyes coming into view as she slowly turns to glare at you.

Our queen is proud of her pretty talons, honestly probably spends a day sharpening them with Portia.

Goes out flying with Chandra at dusk if she has the time, and if you can fly (via spells, wings, a broomstick, etc.) you’re welcome to come along

Super accurate hearing. Honestly. It’s hard to hide an injury from Nadia even without her being an owl but she hears you Yelp in pain on the other side of the palace and she’s there in minutes.

Pretty problematic when she has headaches though :(

Preen feathers with her!! She’ll love having you card your fingers though her feathers making them less itchy. You’ll often help her preen after a bath, but honestly she’ll appreciate the sentiment anywhere but during an important meeting. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re providing her such wonderful affection.

Please don’t make owl jokes. She doesn’t like them. Sometimes she just avoids saying “who” so people don’t make that annoying joke. (It’s Natiqa’s favorite joke to make please spare Nadia the pain.)

“...and to whom will I be sending this?” “don’t you mean to “who” Dia?” *glare*

Julian

This is a happy raven ok? HAPPY. no birdie in a cage, ok?

The look we all know is probably his second form leaning to the first. Nadia’s would look somewhat similar

Crows & ravens are pretty dramatic birds. Reminds you of someone doesn’t it?

Idk if Edger Allan Poe even exists in this world, or any variant of it, but if it does... ooohhh if it does... this guy is totally gonna recite the poem in a dramatic flourish, and when he’s drunk you can sometimes find him chanting “ever more” same applies to any and all raven/crow themed media.

Screams. A lot. “Caw, caw b**ch” or “quoth the raven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Once convinced a bunch of birds to just go n take a dump on Lucio & his statue. He helped the servants clean when the work was dumped on them but they all agreed the bleat he made was hilarious(more on that later)

Shiny thing collector. Portia tried to get him to clean his stuff up but he has since bribed her out of it with a ball of yarn.

He and Portia make an odd pair of siblings, they’re still pretty much the same though. Crows are kinda just cats with wings.

“One day Illia, I’m probably just gonna eat you.”

*overly dramatic offended gasp*

All in good humor lol

Speaking of, their familiars are the same animal as they are!

So sometimes Julian scoops up Malak and says in a dramatic fashion (because however else would he say it) “I’ve found you my long lost brother! Oh how I’ve missed you!”

Portia does the same (more on that later)

Because his sister is a cat, Julian sometimes does a lot of cat-like things. (Case in point, he bleps. Tongue just kinda left out after yawning or something.)

Flies around with Malak often, like Nadia does, and sometimes carries Portia around with him. Will do the same for you if you want him to, sometimes if you don’t want him to as well. Expect to be grabbed from the ground and flown up into the sky at some point.

Bread. Boy loves his lobster claws but bread is a close second. “Aww yisss motha freaking bread crumbs”

Sometimes on a bad day, he just walks in dragging Pepi behind him who has her mouth latched on his tail

Portia

(If this were modern times) “you know, like, nya~!”

Look. Portia is so sweet to be around. But take that plus PURRING? And a soft as all frick FUR?

Honestly I think that sometimes when with Nadia has a bad headache, Portia purring is a great way to calm her down. You—you lucky MC, get to fall asleep to that.

She falls asleep on your lap and you are stuck there. Bound by a rule that transcends time and space. Her purring does little to aid the fact that YOU NEED TO PEE. The universe does not care of your internal tides, for your lover, who is also a cat, rests in your lap.

When she’s chasing down Julian for something stupid he often yells about being hunted. All in good fun!

“Mazelinka!!! Portia’s hunting me again!!!” “I wouldn’t be chasing you if you’d just clean your stuff!!!!”

Small boxes are her jam! Julian hates them, and like other birds doesn’t like closed spaces, but Portia loves em.

Good at squeezing into and out of tight places. Which is really helpful for sneaking around, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Swishy swishy tail.

Cast a little light spell for her to case down. She loves it, you love it, Pepi loves it— everyone wins! (Except for the furniture she crashes into)

Yes, she has picked up Pepi before and yelled very loudly for Julian to hear (often after he’s made the joke of his long lost brother Malak) “Oh Pepi, you’re my favorite sister!!!”

On a bad day, Malak may be found in Portia’s mouth. He’s completely unharmed if only a little ruffled, but it’s gotta be a pretty bad day to find her doing that.

If Camio is in her mouth it’s same business as always. She won’t kill hem either but if Mr. Sh**bird doesn’t shut up she’ll make him shut up. You don’t even know why he keeps coming back.

Not all cats like cuddling, but like Pepi, Portia LOVES it. So long as you’re the right person and not someone unpleasant.

Please don’t step on the tail.

As much as she doesn’t like baths she still does properly was herself. She just really doesn’t like it when her fur is all wet and clings to her body. Do you have a spell to dry her off quickly? Please use it. Save her the misery.

Muriel

pretty sure he’s even bigger as a bear. Like, it’s probably because of the added fur but— woah... Big. Bear.

Big arse bear with scars is SUPER intimidating buuuuut you saw him sitting in the sunlight with Inanna once, just napping in the sun. He looked so peaceful and so dang fluffy!!

He enjoys headpats and gets very flustered at belly rubs. He’s seen you do so to Inanna many times probably kinda wanting you to do the same to him though he would never willingly admit it.

When you two get closer expect to spend some time with his head in your lap. Pat his head rub his ears, Inanna may get jealous if you don’t also provide her attention

Just don’t let him fall asleep there, he’s gonna have a sore back later and you’re going to have numb legs.

Hunting, swimming, carrying you, this boy can do it all.

Unlike his usual(cannon) self, Muriel probably doesn’t carve any bear statures. The only one he’d have was probably a gift from Asra. Carves birds, bunnies, foxes, and wolves instead. Does NOT carve goats. Never have never will.

Again I hate to go int angst but Muriel probably wants to get his claws removed somehow. It’d hurt and it probably insanely unsafe, but they were used as weapons before and its one of the things on him that everyone is afraid of. If he could he’d probably try to change his teeth too.

Show him that claws aren’t something to be feared. They don’t have to be a weapon. They help him climb and hunt food and sometimes to even carve wood. Like humans and knives, his claws aren’t bad or inherently evil, and neither is he.

Giant. Teddy Bear. You will be getting hugs and falling asleep with a Giant Teddy Bear.

He probably keeps in his mostly human form though, because he stands out less that way and he looks a little less intimidating.

Short little bear tail on his butt. Plz don’t touch, he’s going to be blushing so hard if you do (let’s be honest, that’s all the more reason to do so)

In “Milady Just Wants to Relax” Beast-kin are feared as monsters and I don’t think it’d do Muriel any good to have to live with that kind of fear from everyone. However, when you come around un afraid and eager to provide head-pats, but patient enough to let him get comfortable with it, Muriel will probably start using less energy to try and glamour himself.

Sometimes he’s so caught up with you that when you go to the market together he forgets to cast a glamour. While some do get scared off most of the people who you buy from are only a little surprised and take things in stride. They still treat him like he’s human, and he’s forever grateful for that.

If I could write a beast-kin version of his route, the moment you and Muriel meet Morga is probably when you first realize he isn’t human. And it’s because Morga pointed it out.

“Why didn’t you fight? As a beast you’re stronger than them.”

He knows you’ve spent time with Asra but he probably assumed they kept it hidden from you most of the time.

Just love him please. Platonic or romantic doesn’t matter, just give him headpats and belly rubs and boop his nose. Keep him assured that you aren’t afraid of this giant teddy bear.

Lucio

We know of both first and second forms. They’re pretty much cannon, but just not a ghost.

Which means you finally get to pet the fluffy white fur.

This also means his horns can do an irritating amount of damage.

Also he’s so much more noisier now

*loud stupid goat noises*

It’s fun to make him bleat a lot. He tends to bleat when embarrassed. If you’re topping him expect a bleat every time you pin him to the wall.

Tries to butt heads with EVERYONE. Please stop him, Lucio is the only prey animal in the lineup!

Seriously, how has he survived this long?? Muriel is a bear! he could just.... chomp.

not that he would obviously, but I don’t think Asra would hesitate after what he’s done to you and his parents...

Portia too for that matter, if she realized that Lucio had forcefully given Julian the plague, Lucio would be forever running from a feral cat.

I know he’s probably skilled in fighting or whatever, enough to take down various fantastical beasts, but stiiiiiiilllll.....

Is it obvious I dislike Lucio?

Grouchy bias aside, Lucio is really good at climbing. Like I’m pretty sure he’s a sword fighter so just imagine him leaping onto ledges in order to get the high ground.

Still uses eyeliner. I don’t know how since he has fur sometimes, but yeah, he still somehow uses eyeliner.

Honestly he probably keeps in a mostly human form or just entirely human form for that reason exactly. It’s just easier to look good when he’s more human.

But if you wanna pet his luxurious fur then he is all but willing to take on his goat form. In fact, if he turns into his goat form around you (which is always) he pretty much expects you to brush his fur or just run your hands through his fur. He will whine very loudly if you don’t.

Spare everyone else’s ears (especially Nadia’s) and just give him the head pats.

#the arcana #the arcana headcannons #the arcana portia #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lucio #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit #muriel of the kokhuri #count lucio #lucio fontana #nadia stratinava #asra alzanar #julian devorak #portia devorak

[worldsover]

Wintertide Inside ft. Gahyeon

length ✦ 4841

genres ✧ cockwarming; anal; gf!Gahyeon

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Maybe it’s obvious, but you’re thankful for Gahyeon’s ass. A simple contract—if you need a cocksleeve to wrap you or if your girlfriend needs a toy to fill her, neither of you would say no. You’re nominally in charge today but the outcome’s the same either way, with cum seeping from both ends of her tract and your cock sore in the best plight a man can have. 

Swift moans interject her snoring to surface you from your nap, probably because of flashes of biting air that creep in from some draft in the room. Her red crop-top is the only article of clothing on her scrumptious physique while you’re completely stark.  Don’t want to get up so you hold her somehow closer with no worry for your own frigidity. Gahyeon is tiny in your entwine. As you emanate heat from your torso to her back, she returns it tenfold between her legs. 

The incongruity of her pussy is that it’s both uncomfortable and comforting.  Stressfully tight and lovingly wet, while grueling clenches verge on coaxing yet another orgasm from you. Its quaver can be measured in millimeters when your cock etches its shape more permanent. Yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s worries become dust in your brain as it toils to memorize each of her inner folds.

Therefore more than the mouthwatering shape or size, you’re grateful for the cushion of her buttcheeks because it rivals your couch’s plushness and distracts you from your imminent peak, your third or fourth today. Losing track is easy when she keeps your cock incarcerated for so long. The threat of climax fades away and returns as quickly while single pulses reiterate how close to the edge you are. No lights on in your living room. Don’t need them. Nothing in your head other than Gahyeon anyway.

Rays spill through the thick curtains and a sliver barely misses her eyes to fall on yours instead. However, she rouses too from her sleep when a pillow between her legs slips to the floor. Nothing funny but you both giggle.

“How’s your nap, babe?” you say. 

She twitches at the warm air tickling her ears, and cold the rest of her skin, but you manage to keep most of your body stationary in Gahyeon’s embrace. Gahyeon yawns and stretches her arms, pushing back on the edge of the couch. “I think I had an amazing dream. Brr.”

“Dummy, you don’t dream until you hit R.E.M.” You point and she bends down to grab the thick blue blanket that fell on the floor. A small hum arises from you at the slight shift in angle. Look at the white clock above the TV and point again. “It’s only been like twenty.”

Gahyeon hands the blanket to you and you swathe it around your two bodies, calming both of your shivers. “Felt like forever. Pff, I was trying to be all romantic.”

“Why be romantic when-” Your words fall to breathy laments when the smoothest swing of her hips turn millimeters of movement to centimeters. The friction from only fractions of your length force a whimper out of her as it does a throb from you.

Gahyeon’s moans turn to more desperate whimpers in kind. Her hand aims below her crop-top and your shaft feels the curious kneading of her fingers below her belly button. Another throb. “Fuck. I still feel your cum inside. It’s almost too much.”

“Then why are you grinding so much? I’m barely running on empty.”

Your head is so fuzzy, you can’t tell how she manages to get on top of you while keeping your cock inside the entire time. For as savory as it is to look or smell or listen to her cute grunts, the only sensation that passes to your mind is her tightness twisting around your shaft. 

Gahyeon sits up and collects a bit of leakage with a finger, provocatively sucking it. “Nice try but I know the taste of your fresh load.”

“Fuck, you make my cock so sensitive. Such a good cumslut.” 

She gulps and bats her eyes so you pull her hair down, and your lips converge. Your core reignites when Gahyeon starts jolting her hips down hard on yours, and you note that her walls aren’t just clingy with your semen but that her pussy is lubricious with girl cum. It’s her turn to be the fucktoy but she’s stalwart in riding you. You’re in no condition to object. 

Gahyeon looks up at the clock and she slows down though not fully arresting her momentum. “Wait a sec, why didn’t you tell me the time?” she says after a thrust and a pant.

You shrug and she blows air out of her lips. Not a mind reader here.

Her pussy almost snaps shut when she gets off you. She steals the blanket while she’s at it. ”Right, should’ve told you to remind me. How am I supposed to focus on the performance later with this in me the whole time?” Gahyeon says, wiping the sticky load dripping from her other lips.

“Man, the blanket’s gonna be sticky now.”

“Sorry babe, I’ll try to do a better job keeping it inside me, okay?”

Stand up and grab some tissues for the fluids coating her groin before you clean yourself the same. You shiver at the air occasionally sweeping the room because you don exactly one less garment than Gahyeon, but it’s about making a statement. It’s your apartment dammit so you can be nude at any hour if you want to be. 

Widen the curtains and suffuse the room with natural white light. Look outside, your undraped stature proud and unsympathetic to the outside world to which you expose yourself. Sky and trees are near monochrome as the snow piles up on the grass which adds to the subtraction of color. 

“You’re so weird,” she says. Your dick flops as you turn around and flaunt your butt to mother nature itself, knowing its coldness towards you isn’t solely metaphorical in this season.

“This is our first winter together, my first new year in my own apartment. I have to be excited.” You raise your arms.

“Fair. You wouldn’t be here without me.” A signature curly smile and she joins your side to admire the snowy sight, letting you share in some—no, not all—of the warmness of the blanket.

“I mean if we were normal, I wouldn’t have left.” You hug Gahyeon and give her a smooch on her forehead. “But I needed my own place for my little cum-hungry, cum-greedy cockwarmer.”

Pink always spreads her cheeks at your brazen words. Her tummy presses on your softening cock and brings it back to life but she backs away. Gahyeon brings the back of each of her hands to her sides. “Right, speaking of which. Can I take one of my panties from your drawer?”

“You didn’t bring any? Hold on, that was supposed to be a secret!” you say.

“Yeah, obviously I know about them, stupid. You didn’t even notice when I packed a couple in there myself when you moved, did you?” 

She’s right, you didn’t, so shake your head. Gahyeon giggles then gives you the blanket again before she heads to your room. “I’ll be back soon, okay!” she yells while you fiddle with the thermostat. 

Grab some tortilla chips from the pantry then sit on the couch bundled in the blanket and turn to a channel that’s just playing a loop of a fireplace. At least the crackling sounds realistic with your speakers. 

In only a few minutes, she already has a full winter outfit on, a bright tomato that would stand out sorely in the snow. The apartment is already a lot mellower so you put the blanket away to wash later. Gahyeon is enticing no matter what she wears but you’re warm inside seeing your girlfriend wrapped up, though warmth also comes from the humiliation finally setting in from the contrast between her state of dress and yours.

“Did you hear me? I said I’ll be back soon.”

“Come on, the apartment isn't that big.” Get up to kiss her goodbye. ”Hurry back. There should be plenty of sun left and I wanna see the sun shine on your face with my cock in it.”

Open your laptop on your coffee table and promise to yourself that you’ll finish editing that teaser. It’s just a little distraction when you pore over videos you worked on recently, just reviewing your work to get ideas for how to cut. However, like a good and fully whipped man, one thing leads to another, one Dreamcatcher music video later—you’re proud of working on that one—and you’re back to the fancams of your girlfriend dancing. A similar, but less revealing crop-top, brief black shorts that strut the beautiful width of her thighs that you live between. Losing much weight, they’re still ample enough to stifle your cock on their own, without her amazing pussy’s help. Your erection should be exhausted but it returns at the sight of the jiggling. Two hands begin their work as Fly High plays.

A fluffy red jacket slams into your head. “You slob, put some clothes on!”

“What are you doing home?”

“Look at all the snow! What are you doing naked?”

“It’s my apartment, dang it! You know I’m naked all the time.” Didn’t mean to raise your tone there but she looks a touch distressed. You run up to her and give her a heavy drawn-out embrace.

“Babe,” she says, a little reluctant in the hug.

“I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“No babe, it’s fine.”

“I was jerking it to you if it helps.”

“That doesn’t help, stupid. You’re gonna get this dress messy!” Gahyeon grabs your dick which leaks some precum. She bites her lip.

“Oh, sorry,” you say. You back off and retrieve the parka that fell on the floor and from all its pockets spill condoms like a deck of cards and a bad hand.

“Holy shit,” Gahyeon says. Whatever minute ire that remains burns away at her adorable laughter mixing with yours.

“Fuck, imagine if someone caught you with those.”

“Shit. Yoobin almost put her hand in my pocket for no reason.”

“Nah, she would’ve laughed just as hard.”

“You’re right.” Gahyeon bends down to pick the condoms up and you take your sweet time to help her. “We haven’t used these in so long,” she says.

“You wanna? Old time’s sake? Ha, fuck no.” Feeling bad for making her do all that work to appreciate her ass even in the baggiest pants possible, you spank her.  Wait, that’s not the solution. ”You should change first. I’ll clean up.”

There’s grey shorts and a plain white shirt in the dryer, so grab them. Gahyeon returns with her hair in twin buns, a short pink skirt and a white long sleeve half-shirt that manages to show off her cleavage from the top and the bottom.

“I hope that’s not a stage outfit.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to look more like a dumb slut for your dick.”

And with that, thoughts empty. As she crawls towards you, grab a wad of her hair. “So it’s like that today. Well shit, good job.”

“Thank you!” Only the corners of Gahyeon’s lips turn. “A good toy only has one purpose.” 

Fulfill that purpose and shove her head down to its rightful place. Gahyeon takes a single stroke into her throat, with nary a sound as she takes the entire length into her practice throat, but she pulls her lips back up to your cockhead. “You’ll be good there?” you say.

“Mhm,” she says with her usual mouthful.

You get a bit of video cutting done for an hour or so with her lips on your cock head, occasionally patting her head. Occasional moans slip out but you keep focused and erect at the same time. At some point during your work, you offer her one of your earphones to listen to your synthwave music. Despite maintaining an enthusiastic hold on your tip, Gahyeon looks a little tired from kneeling so long.

“Aww, baby, do your knees hurt?”

“Mm, I’m fine,” she mumbles while keeping her lips on your tip.

“Why are you pouting a little then?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, come here.”

Stoop to give her a passionate, drawn-out kiss, though it always turns out the same. You realize how long you could do nothing but make out with your girlfriend. You love the way Gahyeon competes with you, where your tongues battle and you each threaten to suck the air out of each other’s lungs. It’s impossible to keep your heart’s pace steady and you’d be remiss for your hands not to dig into every inch of her skin as she wanders the same on you.

Of course, there’s only one place those hands could lead to. Smack. You swear her ass ripples. “Now get back to sucking slut.”

You wipe the drool off your face but you interrupt her doing the same; she looks good messy. Gaheyon lays on the couch with her head on your lap. You can’t see her face but if she needs to get a better angle to watch Knowing Bros, then so be it. Her lips fasten your cock just the same. She sticks her ass up and a reflective circle seals her asshole.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Friend got it for Christmas, secret Santa.”

“Bora?”

“Mhmmmm-” Gahyeon draws out the vibration of the last consonant on your cock. 

A couple of hours later, you finish your work and send emails.  Once in a while you stroke her hair but she gives more suction in response, sending you ever closer to release. How greedy of her, she’s certainly swallowed enough cum just from premature singular pulses but Gahyeon doesn’t stop when you lay down the law and slap her ass.

“Whose turn is it. huh?”

Every hit of her ass emboldens her sucking, as she goes deeper.

“So you wanna be a brat? I said, whose turn is it!”

She gags for the first time in a while, spewing much spit, when you pull slowly but abruptly on the shiny buttplug after slapping her ass a final time. Lube spills out.

Gahyeon breathes heavy breaths on your cock. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Woah. Now that’s new.” 

“I guess it just came out naturally. Sir.” She licks up the froth on your cock.

“I don’t mind if you say it.” You circle her asshole with your finger and taste the lube. Sugary but you can’t think of the flavor. Not that you can think of much of anything.

“Only if you call me ma’am when it’s my turn.”

“Deal.”

“Thank you sir.”

She keeps your cock snug in her mouth. Browse your phone and decide to get some Jjamppong delivered, perfect for the cold.

“Gahyeon? Babe?”

Was she really? Incredible. She manages to doze off with a cock filling her mouth. That’s new. For all the times you’ve fallen asleep during tantric sex, it’s always been inside her pussy or asshole. How she incessantly drools while her head wriggles nearly makes you unload on her unconscious tongue but you hold it in, allowing only a few spurts to leak.

Unfortunately, you have to wake her up when you get the order from the door. You have to get some final work done but she eats dinner, sitting your dick. Your laptop is on her lap while you rest your chin on her neck. Tickled, Gahyeon giggles in between slurps of noodles. The lack of movement agonizes both of you but it keeps you focused. You could spend all day fucking each other; in fact, you have.

The winter sunset lights your room the colors of candy like artificial strawberry and sweet tangerines, though snow still storms down to desaturate the world. You’ve had enough productivity for one day. Gahyeon shares the soup with you, but after she sets the bowl down, she twists her hips in a quick motion and you explode without warning. Five or six? It’s only a curt removal of your soul from existence but you puff and pant anyway.

“Fuck, I’m sorry sir. I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine.”

“But I can’t let this cum go to waste, can I?” At some point during your orgasm, she withdrew herself and now she’s licking up and down your soft shaft to clean any cum that you didn’t shoot inside. “Damn, I just wanted to get my vibrator.”

“It’s okay Gahyeon, get it. I. I definitely need some time to recover.”

“I guess even you have your limits.” She grins, then leaves for the bedroom.

Gahyeon returns and a loop of a pink wire sticks out from her pussy. Now the only thing she wears is that thin strip of a top. Take off your shirt to match. “The egg this time?” you say.

She nods. “Here’s the remote.”

Get your Switch and play some Smash while she washes some dishes and organizes clothes that she’s brought over. Apparently you mix your clothes with hers often, which shouldn’t be such an issue considering how different your sizes are. Every time you lose a game, you turn on the vibrator for a few moments. You get a kick out of watching her buckle. If only you could do this while she performs live.

“You wanna head to the bedroom? It’s getting dark, uff.” A quick press of the highest setting and Gahyeon’s knees knock together. It never takes too long for you to get hard again when you see her put all effort into standing. “You- Ahhh, fuck, I love you. I hate you.”

Maybe it’s because you have yet to turn the intensity down. With a full hand on her ass and the other on her back, carry her to the bedroom but her wriggling hobbles you. An early left turn.

“I already showered earlier. Sir, please I’m getting so sensitive.” Gahyeon rotates through many different faces, from agony to excitement to pleasure. 

Set her down in the hot tub and her crop-top lands in the laundry basket perfectly.

“Nice throw.” Gahyeon high-fives you. She almost distracted you with that great throw. “Tsk. You’re still keeping that vibrator in you. Just what you deserve for making me cum when I didn’t even finish eating.”

Your apartment is relatively small for its price, but there were certainly no expenses spared for the bathroom. Both your shower and your jacuzzi could fit three people. It has the biggest panes of glass and provides no privacy but you love the ambiance especially during a night shower. Gahyeon’s moaning goes from having a quick rhythm to intense, long held notes. She’s playing with herself in any way that she can to make her climax, manically stroking her clit while she teases pulling the metallic plug in her ass. Turn off the lights and cocoa candles fill the scent of the room. Finally, remove her vibrator and buttplug.

“So fucking yummy. Come here,” you say, holding her neck carefully as you get in the tub to crash your lips into hers. After what feels like hours of kissing even if it is only a few minutes, you lay down in the hot-tub and Gahyeon straddles your thighs. 

“So which is going to be?” She glances next to the sink. ”Guess the lube isn’t for my pussy. Wait, why’d you turn on the water? It’s gonna wash away the lube. Woah, isn’t it my turn-” 

When you pull her groin up to your face, extra force on her clit shuts her up and nearly instantly drives her to orgasm. Gahyeon always grabs your hair and locks her legs together when you make her cum with your tongue but especially after all the stimulation of the vibrator, you have difficulty breathing. It’s worth it. She whimpers as your lips work relentlessly on her pussy but you settle down after a while. Hot jets of water blast on your back along with her legs. Gahyeon continues riding your face while she talks about her performance. Apparently the snow had a lot of the production people hold up. She brings a dewfall and you could taste her syrup forever but your cock aches once again. Maybe it’s asking you to chill out and that it needs a break, but if that were true, it wouldn’t be as hard as ever. 

“I’ve had enough of your pussy today,” you say.

“Really sir? Didn’t know that was possible.” Gahyeon needs no directions, your tongue licking up her body as your hands pull her last garment away.

“Siri, play relaxing radio. I’m staying in your ass until I cum.”

The middle of an R&B chorus plays. You get up to take the lube and Gahyeon drains the tub until only a little water remains. Her fingers wander and she vigorously rubs her clit while a curious thumb circles her asshole. Take a glob of the vanilla flavored lube and spread it on your fingers. Gahyeon sucks on your index, which goes straight to her asshole. Its wetness helps the tight ring expand slowly around it and the familiar pucker on your finger excites you. Get underneath her so that she’s laying on top of you while you sit back against the tub.

“God. I’m never getting used to how big you are.”

There it is. The tip of your cock vanishes into her tight asshole and you try to hold in a high whine, though Gahyeon lets out plenty of squeals as lube makes the entrance slick, squishy noises. Let her ass sink in with only her weight and it wraps down your shaft inch by throbbing inch. At last. She’s all the way down. If only you could see her face, but the position is comfortable and you get the pleasure of sucking on her neck while playing with her tits from behind.

The glow from the moon finds an angle into your room, mixing candle flame yellows with its white. Fierce winds push the falling snow outside of your window sideways. You’re warm nonetheless.

Midnight, the radio says as a new host talks about the inclement weather, but it’s not enough to keep you from kissing up and down Gahyeon’s back. Play with her nipples and the miniscule action not only gets them hard, but makes her ass’s folds react and roll to the pleasure. The breeze blows, a more important sound manages to distract you.

“Sir, do you hear that?” Gahyeon says.

“Yeah!” You hum along to the melody of Jazz Bar. “Hey, that’s you singing.”

“It’s not even one of our title tracks. I have to tell the members.” 

Gahyeon almost gets up from her but her head turns and shakes, realizing your thickness twitching as she almost fully unsheathes her ass. “Fuck.”

“Hold on. What’d I tell you?”

“Oh shit. Sorry. Sir. I can tell them later.”

“You know what. Just for that.” Pick her up, holding her thighs carefully to keep your cock in her asshole. The position is awkward, but you manage to lay her down prone without withdrawing your erection. 

“God, I love the way your cock hits.” All agreements and contracts are lost when you look at how the fat and muscle collects in Gahyeon’s full ass. A single thrust in and you can see the weight of the smack of your groin on her cheeks, so you endeavor to learn more about physics, even during the snow day. Slam into her and as you go in and out, Gahyeon yells and swears louder and louder, threatening to let all the neighbors know. No, of course they already know. It makes your eye contact with them hilariously awkward and it makes Gahyeon’s mask and disguise even more necessary.

“What a bad girl,” you say with a powerful shove.  ”Can’t even be a good cockwarmer, god.” Plunge and dive, your cock tries its best to widen her asshole but no matter what, it strangles your shaft taut. “Your butthole is just too. Fucking. Tempting.”

“Yes! Yes! Sir please, I’m going to- I’m just about to. Fuck. Shit I was so close.”

Chuckle at seeing her distraught face. “I’m getting some beer. Also, I want to finish in the bedroom. More comfy.”

She takes a minute to find her breathing but she gets up and grabs the lube. “Don’t have work tomorrow?” Gahyeon says.

“Lemme check.” When you both get to the bedroom, you check your phone. Nothing til noon. Perfect. Grab some beer in the minifridge in the corner of the room, while Gahyeon fixes her hair and lays down on the bed. She pats the mattress with both hands next to her. Missionary, it is then.

A hand to her chin. “Wait a second, didn’t you say you weren’t leaving my ass until you came. Hmm,” Gahyeon says. She gives a quick smooch and smiles naughtily. You could stare at her lips upturning all day. It’s her signature weapon.

Take a sip of the bottle of Cass. “What are you gonna do about it?” She digs her nails into your back to pull you and your cock finds the purchase of her asshole anew. In between thrusting motions, you take bigger swigs of the beer and offer some to her. She spills a bit on her tits and you lick it up. Suck on her tits as she pounds her ass into your erection. 

“Stretch me out, fuck me harder. Harder, sir!”

“God, mmmm, ugh., ugh.” Can’t speak much anymore.  Both of you love dirty talk, Gahyeon especially knows how to whisper to tickle your ear but she also knows how to scream to get your instinctive side out. You hold her neck as you hold the bottle, careful and secure. Her tightly drawn anus responds the same as her pussy when you choke her, as they each try frenetically to wring you dry. However, the friction of her ass, even with all the lube, arouses your cock harder somehow. This is the life you chose, in a way the most tiring work you could ever imagine.

Gahyeon grabs tighter and her whole body ripples at the force that you both put in. Not a single qualm about your lifestyle. Any pretense of space between you two is gone as every inch of your skin slaps against each other. A final gulp from the bottle.

“Right there, right there, yes sir, baby. Cum with me!”

There isn’t much of you left but it’s still a flash freeze, a blizzard and pouring hail slamming into you when you cum, and she shakes doubly so in her orgasm as she’s had double yours today. The throb of your shaft doesn’t match the squeezing rhythm of her sphincter and inner walls which makes your cock spurt with more intensity than you could think possible, even bearing your stamina. Your sticky semen replaces the slippery lube inside her ass but you didn’t need its stickiness to slow your rhythm as your dick gets softer. You let minutes pass anyway to feel her muscles react to the load sloshing around and so that it’s not as difficult to extricate your softness from her greedy butthole, though it takes a slow removal anyway with its tightness. Both of you limp over and Gahyeon is fast asleep, but you scramble to return the buttplug and keep the cum inside.

“Keep warm! It’s going to be like this all winter. Tomorrow, it’ll be a high of -5 and a low of -20 and that snow will keep piling up-” Turn down the volume so that it’s not muted but soft enough that you can hear the wind howl past your windows just as loud. Nothing amazes you more than the tiny idol asleep and cutely snoring while her pussy throttles your shaft. Looking at Gahyeon’s ass and feeling her shake it as you try to fall asleep, something tells you it’ll be the warmest winter you’ll ever have.

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AFF, AO3

Something quick with my favorite kink for my second favorite in Dreamcatcher. Also got a draft for my ultimate bias but that’ll take time as well. Woops, yet another thing to procrastinate on while I shirk on both real life and writing.

#kpop smut #dreamcatcher smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

[fan-art-ic]

Don't Stop Here

She's back. Anne is really back on Earth. She can hardly believe it.

(Picks up immediately after the episode ends) (ao3 link in reblog)

Anne can hardly believe it. Cars honked around her and every breath is heavy with unnatural smog. She meets eyes with a human stranger, who lifts a phone very quickly and stares bug-eyed at her. Not at her, no, at her family. She turns to Hop-pop, Sprig, and Polly, all scratched, bruised, tired, afraid, and looking at her with trust in their eyes. Hop-pop croaks and coughs and Anne notices her frog family's skin is graying. She has to get them out of here. Off the hood of the car, over five lanes of traffic, hopped over the guardrail, down the hill, through a sparse copse of trees, to the sidewalk under the bridge and-

"Anne?" A pink hand tugs on her wrist. "Anne, stop. Please." Her feet stumble to a stop and her socked foot lands on something sharp and cutting and she gasps.

"Anne!"

Two sets of hands catch her torso, and she faintly feels a wet touch pulling at her ankle. Her family carefully let her down, so she lands heavily on her butt instead of her nose. Anne's next breath is a punch of air and her lungs brighten with pain as she loses control of her inhales and exhales. Her eyes hurt and burn. When she wipes a dirty hand across her face, she winces as hot tears and snot sting her injuries. A light weight settles onto her back and rubs in a circular motion. Anne clings to the sensation. Between sputtering breaths, she begins to hear. "-in...and out...in...and out," Hop-pop's soothing, raspy voice repeats and then she can hear Sprig humming. It's a song Wally wrote about a silly snail getting lost and he had sung it at her Frog of the Year party. A laugh bubbles up into a sob and Anne reaches out her arms to pull all three of them close.

"I love you guys," she chokes out, and Polly pats her cheek.

"We love you too, Anne," says the polliwog, normally so energetic now wrung out and too bright-eyed. She needs to pull herself together. Anne releases her grip and her family takes a step back. She runs her hands through her hair and shakes her head, dust and dirt and surprisingly long twigs falling to the broken concrete.

"Alright, froggy fam," she begins, "I'm going to take you to meet my human fam." Sprig whoops, but he's clearly flagging.

"Yay!..."

Anne grimaces and looks at Hop-pop. The old, orange frog meets her gaze steadily, but she can tell how much he is missing his cane. "Hop-pop, you got Polly, I got Sprig?" He nods. "Alright. Let's make our way to the highway, follow along till we hit an exit, follow that till we hit town, figure out where we are, call my parents. Sound good?" No one protests and Anne helps Sprig up to her shoulder as Hop-pop collects Polly.

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They're maybe ten minutes into their walk, and every step is a jolt to her nervous system. Her skin feels prickly, her jaw too tight, her muscles ache like never before. The pressure of her Newtopian breastplate, once reassuring, weighs her every step like a lodestone.  The heron-leather straps pinch at the underside of her arms. Sprig's cool, damp skin is refreshing against the back of her neck, but it's not slimy enough and it concerns Anne. She bites her lip and tries to time her steps so that her sneaker hits the rocks and roots, while her socked-foot hits bare earth. She isn't always successful, and everything is starting to throb. Her temples pulse loudly in her head and her knees are weak and her mouth is parched.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Polly..." Hop-pop murmurs behind her. She can't see him, but she hears the dragging footsteps crunch the dry grass and the low comfortings of the grandfather to the polliwog. A stabbing pain shoots through her chest, and Anne forces her legs into a march. Focuses on the act of raising her thigh, swinging her calf forward, shifting her weight, repeat ad infinitum.

In seventh grade health class, there had been only one day dedicated to 'mental health issues' and something mentioned was meditative breathing. In multiple P.E. classes, Anne heard the teachers talk about making sure to breath while exercising. One, two, three. In. One, two, three. Out. Anne can do this.

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The clouds parted a bit as they walked and the sun is nearly blinding Anne, as she squints at the sign. DALY STREET EXIT, it read in giant white text on green. Okay, so now they can get out of the weird in-between highway area they've been hiking. She points at it. "This way."

Something is mumbled behind her back.

"Huh?" She stops to turn and looks at Hop-pop. "What's up?" The elderly frog's face is twisted in a very non-confidence inspiring way.

"Well...Anne, I can't help but notice you don't have your backpack. Or...or your phone. So-" All Anne could hear was a piercing, ringing sound. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

"Right," says Anne, interrupting whatever the old frog had been saying. "Right. I don't have my backpack or phone." She blinks rapidly and Hop-pop's brow furrows deeper grooves. Her fingernails dig grooves of equal depth into her palms. "Okay, so," she claps her hands and ignores Sprig and Polly startle, "we will keep going. We will find someone kind and nice who will be willing to call my parents. End of plan."

"Great plan," Sprig yawns in her ear, and she can't help the yawn in return. It stretches her neck muscles and she yawns again for good measure. Polly yawns, then Hop-pop, then her and Polly at the same time. They all smile and the moment of brevity gets the family going again, the plan -no matter how little Anne believes in it herself- solidly in mind and the goal spurring them on. Not too much further now.

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The sign for 7-11 flickers and there is a closed down Redbox sitting stoutly next to a ash-tray/trash can. The ad in the window advertises Berry Glam Blitz Bomb and a two for four hotdogs sale. Her stomach rumbles.

Her family is crowded together outside the storefront, and Anne doesn't know what to do. She's loathe to leave the Plantars by themselves, but maybe the cashier won't be the most cynical soul in Los Angeles. Then the frogs won't go under the risk of wandering the streets, talking to strangers. She can't bring them in though, what if the employee freaks out (like...any reasonable person confronted by talking frog people would). A clammy, orange hand taps her arm twice. She looks down.

"We'll be okay for five minutes, Anne," reassures Hop-pop. "Hand me Sprig." She doesn't hand him Sprig so much as the pink frog melts off her back and flops down next to his grandfather, but either way transfer successful. Okay now it's just time to interact with a human who isn't one of her two childhood best friends. She can't be totally out of practice right?

Marcy's eyes had been so wide when she died. Her pretty, dark brown eyes glittering from the light of Andrias' sword. From the flashing blue of the portal home. From tears.

Anne swallows roughly and steps toward the entrance. She scolds herself when the self-automated doors startle her, and she glances around the store. Someone tall and bald by the coolers, someone on the phone in the back, besides them and Anne the place is empty. Well, and the cashier. She approaches the register before she can one-eighty out the stupid doors, and she clears her throat. The cashier, a young guy with bright green and black hair and a name tag reading 'Jared', looks up from his phone.

"Hey-o, ready to check out?"

"Um, no actually," Anne starts and stops. What is she supposed to say? "I...dropped my phone and it cracked badly," she lies. "I was supposed to meet up with my mom but I can't get the dang thing to turn on." She laughs, short and high-pitched, rubbing her neck. "Is there like, a store phone I could borrow to call her?"

Jared raises his eyebrows. "No, there isn't a store phone. If you buy something I could exchange dollars for quarters, I think there's a phone booth near here." The lights are buzzing really loudly, Anne notices. She takes a deep breath.

"Sorry, that doesn't work. Could I borrow your phone?" She sees how the older guy assesses her. She sees her dirty torn school skirt, her scorched copper armor, the twigs that she can't stop finding in her hair. "Or could I give you her number? Please, I just want to get back to my mom." Jared's frown softens and his mouth opens to speak, but is cut off by a voice behind Anne.

"Annie Bone-choy?" Her neck complains at the speed she turns to look. The bald person she saw earlier. Face contorted in open surprise, finger pointed in her direction, he says in a nasally SoCal accent, "Your parents have been looking everywhere for you."

"Do I know you?" Anne asks. Bald guy shakes his head. "No. I like your parents restaurant, amazing noodles by the way, and they have your missing posters all over the front. Yours and two other girls."

"I thought you lost your phone and were meeting up with your mom," Jared unhelpful interjects. Anne looks between both of them.

"Can I please use someone's phone to call my mom?" The two adults look at each other.

"Tell me your mom's number," says Jared tentatively. Anne rattles off the ten digit code with ease. She remembers sitting in the kitchen and her mom helping her arrange plastic magnet numbers in the order of her cell phone number. Jared puts the phone on speaker and the dialing tone begins to ring. Once, twice, three times, four...

"Hi! This is Madee Boonchuy. Not here right now, please leave a message!" The messaging system beeps and Anne just shakes her head at Jared. He ends the call.

"Can you please try again?" She pleads. Jared frowns, but does as requested. The dialing rings again. And gets voice-mail, again.

"I could call the restaurant," the bald guy offers. "It's not exactly rush hour but they are open right now, right?" Anne blinks away the stinging in her eyes. She has no idea what time it is, no idea what day or month or even if it's the same year. Who knows how Amphibia time lines up with Earth time?

"Can you? Please?" He nods and pulls out his phone. A minute while he finds the contact, and now for the third time, the phone rings on speaker. Anne knows what they say about third tries, and she crosses her fingers tightly.

"Hello? Delivery or pick-up?" Familiar, accented English, and Anne has to resist falling to the floor.

"Mom," Anne whispers in Thai, and the voice on the line speaks rapidly.

"Anne? Sweetheart? Oh my god, Anne? Anne?"

"It's me Mom. It's Anne," Anne sniffs and hiccups.

Some sharp, unintelligible yelling comes out the receiver, and there is a rustling and slamming sound before Anne's mom replies, "Where are you?"

Anne blue screens for a second. "I'm..." She struggles to remember. "I'm at a 7-11."

"What? Where? What street?"

"Daly Street," Jared pipes up.

"Who is that?" Her mother says sharply.

"That's just the cashier, he was, he was helping me. Well and another guy who comes to the restaurant apparently? I uh, he says he recognized me from my posters, huh, I didn't realize I'd have any," Anne rambles.

"I'm coming to you, Anne," Her mom promises. "I'm going to hug you so much. I'm coming to you. I have to hang up now, to get in the car, but do not go. Please."

"I promise," says Anne, and when her mom ends the call, she starts crying.

.

She exits the 7-11 once she gets the bald guy and Jared to distract each other (i.e. purchasing a bottled soda), and she spots the Plantars immediately. They're on top of a parked USPS truck. When Anne peers around the vehicle to see the other side of the street, she spies the mailman making his way towards the truck. Crap.

"Guys!" She hisses through clenched teeth. She raps her knuckles against the truck's side and hear Polly yelp. "Guys, get off the truck!" A moment later, Hop-pop and Sprig land beside her, Polly in her brother's arms. Anne pulls them over to the Redbox and huddles on the side opposite to the store entrance. She steps in front of them, hoping her body will shield enough of the frogs so nobody looks closer.

"Your mom is gonna be here soon?" Sprig asks. Anne nods.

"Yep, she'll...she'll be here soon." There's no response, and there is a take-a-tab paper taped to the trash can advertising singing lessons, and it's all Anne can do to not remember the time Sasha threw a karaoke party and they all started singing badly and together, and Anne blinks and keeps talking.

"My mom will come, and she's probably in her mini-van, oh man she's gonna tear through like twenty stop signs and scare other drivers so bad," she snorts, "and maybe there'll be a loose water bottle or a chip bag in the car, and oh man, you guys don't know what sour cream and onion chips are I can't wait to show you-"

"Anne," Hop-pop cuts her off. "Don't forget to breathe." She sucks in a deep breath and feels bile creeping up her throat. She tries to swallow but her mouth is so dry it just hurts. She can't imagine how her frog family's is feeling compared to her, they must be feeling so much worse than her, and they haven't said anything yet. Anne exhales forcefully. When a hand squeezes around her own, she squeezes back reassuringly.

They all jump as a dark red mini-van screeches to a halt in front of the 7-11. The driver exits the car, not wasting time to even park, and runs towards them. "Anne!"

"Mom!!!" Anne cries and she takes only a few steps before she's barreled over.

"Anne, oh my god, thank the heavens it's you! Anne, Anne, oh my baby," Anne's mom sobs into her shoulder before pulling back. Anne stares at her mother. Lets her eyes trace the deepened wrinkles, notice the shining, brown eyes the same shade as her own, the beauty mark on her chin. Her mom's glasses are new. Anne can't remember what they'd been, but now her mom wears tortoiseshell frames.

"I like your glasses," is the first thing to tumble out of Anne's mouth, and she nearly slaps herself. Her mom laughs wetly.

"Oh, Anne, oh, I've missed you so much." Her mother folds her back into her arms. Anne hugs back as tightly as she can for a second before her mom stiffens with a surprised grunt. "And you're so much stronger, when did that happen?"

Anne smiles. "I'll tell you about it." She steps back and grabs her mom by the shoulders. They're the same height now. "I'll tell you all about it." And that means... "Mom, let me introduce you to the Plantars," Anne steps to her mom's side and reveals her froggy family.

Her mother gasps and says something in Thai that Anne doesn't know. She would bet it's one of the worse swear words. "I know it's a shock, cuz, well, two foot tall talking frogs," says Anne and motions for the trio to come a bit closer. "But they protected me, fed me, and loved me while I was stranded in their world." Hop-pop shuffles the closes with Sprig and Polly poking their heads out behind him.

Hop-pop extends his hand. "My name is Hopadiah Plantar, it's an honor to meet you Mrs. Boonchuy." Her mom looks down at the wrinkly, orange hand and then back at Anne. She nods encouragingly and her mom steels herself before meeting the hand with her own.

She gingerly shakes it. "Pleasure to meet you...Hopadiah," Anne's mom says his name carefully. "My daughter says you kept her safe?" Hop-pop nods.

"To the best of my ability," and his face gains a wry look and he rubs the back of his neck. "When she and my grandkids weren't off chasing trouble."

Anne's mom smiles tentatively. "I'm sure. Are these your grandkids here?" Sprig comes out behind Hop-pop's back and puts out his hand.

"I'm Sprig Plantar! And this is-" A loud honk interrupts him and everyone in the group startles, moving to look at the source. A silver BMW is stuck behind her mom's mini-van and the one-way street doesn't give any wiggle around room. A shout filters out of the sports car. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Except with a lot more swears. Anne's mom sighs.

"Introductions later, let's get in the car," she instructs and everyone moves.

All the frogs hesitate as they get closer, Sprig even flinching when Anne hauls open the back seat door with a slam. She gestures inside. "C'mon guys, it's just like a wagon," Anne says. Polly hops in first and settles into the closest middle row seat. She bounces a couple times.

"It's comfy," the polliwog reports. The jerk in the BMW honks again, even longer. Sprig and Hop-pop pile in and Anne closes the door behind them. She gets into the passenger seat and the feeling of air conditioning against her skin is like. Magic wind. Super relaxing. Like insane luxury. Oh, Anne missed technology.

"Buckle up." Her mom clicks her seat belt into the lock and starts pulling away immediately. Leaving Anne to explain what 'buckle up' means, and what a seat belt is, and no she doesn't know when they were invented. The questions continue as the mini-van pulls onto the highway, but the group soon quiets down. Anne blinks slowly and looks outside the window. The trees and billboards and other cars pass by her so quickly, so much quicker than Bessie could ever go. A pang strikes her heart as Anne realizes Bessie will be all alone. She hopes the Plantar's family snail is taken care of while they're gone. Anne looks away from the window as nausea grips her throat. She's almost home. She can hold off on falling apart for just a little longer.

.

"Anne, honey, are you awake? We're home."

Anne blinks and she squeezes her eyes tight and yawns loudly and long. She hadn't realized she dozed off. "I'm...home." She opens the door and doesn't let her twinging feet deter her from getting a good look at her home. The small bushes that lined the driveway, the slightly dented mailbox, the umbrella her dad always left outside the red door. Anne drinks it all in.

For the past several months she had been in a world with fantastical flora and fauna and shocking experiences every day, but Anne feels dizzy at the sight of her home. Her eyes catch on every detail, the once too-familiar not familiar enough. The bristly door mat; the unpolished brass numbers: 301; the creaky porch step; the small, pink, clay owl figurine Anne had given to her mom for Mother's Day in fifth grade and sat tucked in the corner. Her eyelashes are sticky with tears.

"Your house is SOOOOOOOOO BIG!" Anne snorts and is grateful for Sprig. She turns around to look at the small, pink frog.

"It's pretty nice! I've loved growing up here. Three-oh-one Silver Spring Lane." A gobsmacked look.

"You have springs made of silver?" Sprig's jaw drops. Hop-pop's head pokes out of the van.

"What's this I hear of silver springs?"

Surprisingly, it's Anne's mom who answers. She laughs, and it soothes Anne, before saying, "No, Hopadiah. It's just a nice name for a road." Anne tunes out what Hop-pop replies in favor of turning back to the door.

The metal door handle is hot to touch, searing from the oppressive California heat. She breathes out in a harsh whoosh and forces herself to yank the door open. It slams against the wall and the hinges squeak. Anne hears a sound of protest from her mom, but she can't acknowledge it when there's a bullet of fluff running towards the door.

"DOMINO!" The cat jumps into Anne's arms and she catches her, swinging Domino around and around and gosh, will Anne ever stop crying today? She hides her tears in Domino's soft, white belly, and laughs as the cat wiggles around to climb up her shoulders. Domino wraps around her neck and rubs Anne's check with her cute, little face.

Anne collapses to her knees and she pulls her cat around and holds her so carefully and so, so close. Domino allows this longer than ever before, but soon she does squirm and fall to the carpet on all four feet. She chirps and purrs vacuum-like. Anne's hands move on their own accord, stroking down Domino's back, scratching all her sweet spots, reacquainting herself with her Domino, her beautiful angel baby.

"Anne, could you move your reunion a few feet more into the hallway? So we can come in?" Her mom says, her tone telling Anne she's smiling. Anne kisses her baby's head one more time before standing up and moves to the side. Ugh, her knees hurt from carpet burn. That's one thing she hadn't missed.

"Sprig, Polly, Hop-pop! Remember the killapillar?" Anne scoops up Domino and holds her out. "This is Domino One!" Sprig steps closer, squinting. He pokes at Domino's paw and she mrrps! at him. He flinches back for a second before staring deep into her eyes. Anne watches this stare-off with no small amount of amusement.

Eventually, Sprig asks, "So this Domino won't kill us for dinner?" Anne shakes her head and a leaf drifts from her hair.

"Nope!"

Sprig oh so slowly reaches a finger to Domino's long-haired back. "Oh!" He says, curling his fingers through the fur. "She's even softer than peatmoss."

Polly joins her brother and jumps up and down on her new, little legs. "Let me pet her!" Anne leans back down, but Domino wriggles out her grip and runs down the hallway, disappearing around the kitchen corner. Polly pouts. "Aw! I wanted to touch Domino One."

Anne pats her yellow bow. "Don't worry. There's plenty of time for that later."

"I believe a good use of time right now," Anne's mom says, still lingering in the open door, "would be for you to change out of your dirty clothes. Go take a shower."

Anne stares at her mom stunned. "Oh my god...," she whispers. "I shall finally be clean." Sprig laughs.

"Are there no showers where you come from?" Anne's mom asks Hop-pop as Anne still revels in the very idea of pressurized water.

"I can't say I know what a shower-whatsit is, but we did bathe," Hop-pop says archly, half at Anne's mom and half at her. Her mom nods understandingly. Then frowns.

"Do you have any spare clothes with you?" She asks and all the Plantars go wide-eyed.

"We..." Hop-pop can't finish his sentence hands twisting his ascot. Sprig looks morose and he's holding onto his slingshot tightly. Polly is similar, tugging at her frayed and dirty yellow bow. Anne's heart twinges, and she cuts in.

"We didn't exactly have time to pack our wardrobes when we came, Mom," she says. "I have piggy bank money, we can go shopping guys! You guys have to see the mall. This time, my treat," she tries to cheer up the little frogs.

Sprig and Polly perk up at the mention of visiting the mall, but Hop-pop and her mom both protest at once.

"Anne, that's mighty kind of you, but-"

"Anne, that's very generous, but-"

Both stop and her mom motions for the frog to continue. Hop-pop waits a second more before saying, "Anne, you don't need to spend your savings on us. We can make do if you just show us to a wash bucket and a needle with thread. When these get worn out, we'll cross that river when we come to it." Anne's mom then lays a hand on Hop-pop's shoulder, slightly crouching to reach. Hop-pop nods at her.

Her mom smiles before saying to him, "I can certainly show you the washing machine, but we'll figure out another set of clothes for you." Her gaze casts over Sprig, Polly, and Anne. "For all of you. And Anne," her mom walks up to her and she smiles with glistening eyes, "when did you grow up so much?" She brings Anne into a tight hug before releasing her. And boops her nose. Anne squeals. Her mom smiles. "I will pay for the shopping. Now!" She claps. "Shoes off."

Everyone looked down at their feet and noticed the frogs didn't have any. "Ah well, shoes and...shoe off. Anne, what happened to your shoe?"

Anne waves it off. "Lost it a few months ago." Her mother grumbles and Anne suspects she'll be getting a new pair of sneakers in the near future. Then it occurs to her, "Where's Dad?"

"He had to stay to make sure the delivery went smoothly since Jackson quit and everyone else messes it up," her mom explains while running her hands through Anne's hair.

Anne gasps. "No! Not Jackson."

"Yes, Jackson," replies her mom. Her fingers tug painfully through Anne's hair and come away holding a handful of leaves and twigs. "Is there an entire forest in your head? Now off you go, shower. Get the dirt off," she commands. Anne rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Mom," Anne says in Thai and kisses her cheek. She looks to the Plantars. "You guys okay with my mom showing you around the house? Show you somewhere to sit and some water?"

Hop-pop nods and Polly wiggles. "I have a mighty THIRST," she yells. Anne giggles.

"Well, alright froggy fam. See you on the flip side," and she starts to head up the steps, her fingers trailing the railing, when a cough causes her to pause. She glances back.

"Anne..." Sprig says, "welcome home."

Tears spill over her cheeks and Anne half-falls down the stairs to give him a tight hug. Quickly, other froggy arms surround the two and are joined by a pair of human arms. All together, all safe, all alive. Anne takes a deep breath, and exhales heavily. She's back home.

#amphibia fic #amphibia #anne boonchuy #hopadiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly plantar #mrs. boonchuy #amphibia season three #my writing #if you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this pls consider reblogging

[hi-hey-haechan]

it's the same anon from earlier, can I request nct 127 reaction to playfully slapping their s/o's butt, and then getting surprised when their s/o whimpers/moans?

It only took like two weeks, and this is the worst thing I’ve ever written on here. It will flop like crazy, too, but this literally took so long to write. Plus, it was so hard to think of a scenario for everyone. At the same time, though, I thought of so many new ideas for stories in the future, hehe...

Oh, and these also vary in length. If one of them is really short, I probably wrote that one first, trying to keep everything condensed. I did Winwin’s and Taeil’s last, and I stopped trying to keep it short...as you can tell.

Taeil

For the record, it was impossible not to clown Taeil following his awkward session with Jeno. You were being so annoying, but you couldn’t stop laughing for the entirety of both videos. You asked Taeil if you had to make sure that Jeno wouldn’t steal him away from you. Time and time again, you pulled the “Oing,” hoping he’d say Aing.”

At first, he was really bashful and giggly about it. He’d enjoyed spending time with Jeno, but it was admittedly pretty awkward, as it was supposed to be. As he reported, “It was awkward, but it was okay.” However, at points throughout the day, you’d bring up an action of Taeil’s during the video that he may have forgotten, or one that he’d wish to forget.

He was patient, but it got to the point where he had to right-out ask, “Y/n, can you stop bringing that up? It’s not as funny as it was earlier.” His voice couldn’t have been sweeter, and you felt pretty guilty.

“Okay, I’ve been really overbearing. I’ll stop, sorry. Oing?” you asked with a “genuine” smile.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to playfully slap your butt. He said “Aing” in a bored tone, but the action was pretty exciting. At the same time, Taeil wasn’t expecting a whimper to pass your lips at the action. He was so caught off-guard, asking you if you’d done that because of him. He didn’t pursue this new discovery at the moment, but he definitely did later on.

Johnny 

Even though you knew that you were no match for Johnny, you ran away, holding the thermos with his coffee in one hand. The trail upon which you were walking opened up into a large green field, where you could frolick, or in this case, sprint, freely. You heard Johnny yelling your name from not-too-far away, and an involuntary fit of giggles overcame you, causing a falter in your step. 

When you looked behind you, Johnny, too, was sprinting towards you. You’d stolen one of the only things he loved more than you, and that was coffee. As a result, he desperately wanted to get his caffeine boost back. You couldn’t have even told him why you stole his coffee -- you just wanted to be annoying, you supposed. It was pretty impulsive.

Eventually, a pair of arms encircled your waist, bracing you from going forwards any further. A squeal left your lips, but you melted back into Johnny’s embrace, allowing him to take back his coffee. Playfully, he lightly spanked you, as if to reprimand you for your behavior. 

The contact in such an intimate place surprised you, but you couldn’t say truthfully that you didn’t enjoy it. When you let out a quiet moan, Johnny raised his eyebrows.”My baby liked that, didn’t you? If you enjoy being spanked so much, I’m gonna put that to use later on.”

Taeyong

You’d gotten so riled up just by watching him perform. The demon that possessed him onstage made him wildly attractive and could also make you wildly needy. When you greeted him offstage, he pulled you into a hug, his bright smile lighting up your entire being. When Yuta came into view, you grinned at him and praised his performance, as well. 

“Hey,” Taeyong said, “You’re my girlfriend, remember?” His tone was light and playful, clear that he was joking. He left the smallest smack to your butt, kind of sealing his statement. When you let out a quiet moan, Taeyong froze. “Did you just...?”

When your face heated up from embarrassment, your boyfriend smirked lightly, surprised by the effect he had on you. “Hey, you know what seeing you onstage does to me,” you said defensively. 

“I guess I might as well help you out with that.”

Yuta

Leave it to Yuta to know exactly how to turn you on, to know where you were most sensitive. He’d make contact with the places that made goosebumps break out across your skin, the action seeming as subtle as possible to anyone watching. However, Yuta knew that you’d struggle to keep a straight face.

Now, this boy was sick and tired of standing around, watching you talk to the other boys as though you were best friends with them. He was horny, and you weren’t even near him. When you walked over to Mark, he decided that he’d had enough. (Then again, was he more jealous of Mark, for talking to you, or you, for talking to Mark...?)

So when he walked over to you and carefully, lightly brought his hand down on your ass, he meant to simply get your attention. He squeezed the flesh, which legitimately coaxed a moan out of you. Yuta’s eyes were wide when he heard the noise, and Mark immediately coughed and excused himself.

When your eyes met Yuta’s, you knew what you were in for. He was smirking, and he repeated his earlier action, attempting to coax the same reaction out of you. He’d definitely use this to his advantage, turning you on just from his hand on your behind.

Doyoung

This boy would lowkey want to try out spanking you in the bedroom in the first place, but your reaction wasn’t what he’d anticipated.

He was reprimanding you for having not eaten lunch, gently telling you that you needed to eat and keep your strength up, especially while working, Doyoung knew that you were probably sick of his scolding, but he did it because he cared so much about you. If you weren’t going to take care of yourself, he at least was going to try to get you to.

You, however, appreciated his worry, and you honestly found it sweet when he scolded you, looking so worried at the same time. Even still, you wanted him to stop repeating the same point he’d made clear already, so you decided to press your lips against his. He gasped against your lips, which allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth.

Doyoung broke away, and he lightly slapped your ass. While he said, “You did that just so I’d stop talking, didn’t you?” he heard you let out a needy whimper. He froze for a second, staring at you with wide eyes. “Did you...enjoy that?” When you nodded, he said, “You. Me. Bedroom. Now”

Jaehyun

As soon as he’d gotten back, he went to take a nap in your shared bedroom. “Sleep,” you told him, “I’ll have dinner ready for you in a few hours. As a result, he slept, having been awake for about 34 hours straight. The food you were making was cooking in the oven when Jaehyun started to stir.

The first thing he could make sense of was Chungha music playing fairly loudly from the other room. Confused, he got out of bed, not even putting on a shirt, and walked down the hall.The sight he beheld was you dancing to “Play” by Chungha all around the living room. “What a glorious thing to wake up to,” he said as you jumped, scared out of your wits for a moment. “You should be Chungha’s next backup dancer.”

“I will hit you,” you said, walking over to where Jaehyun was standing. You lightly punched his shoulder before burying your face in his bare chest, absolutely mortified. You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, and his arms encircled you gently. 

What you weren’t expecting was him to playfully slap your butt as he said, “You’re so cute.” A quiet whine passed your lips, as much as you hadn’t wanted it to. He knew you were sensitive there, and his action left you wondering what his motivation was. 

Quickly, you tried to change the subject. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

But the smirk on Jaehyun’s lips wasn’t faltering. Let’s just say your dinner was slightly delayed...

Winwin

“Come here,” he said, holding his arms out, as if he was inviting you into his embrace. You, of course, gladly accepted. Sicheng wasn’t always the cuddly type, but when he was, you could swear that you never felt happier. His soft hair tickled your skin, and his arms around you kept you close.

You, however, weren’t in a cuddling type of mood. You craned your neck forward a bit to kiss him, and your entire body melted into him. Hoping the kiss would catch fire, you brought one hand up to tangle in his hair. Sicheng seemed to have been caught a bit off-guard, but he wasn’t by any means showing resistance.

When you rolled on top of him, your knees straddled his narrow hips, and he looked up at you with a surprised expression. In order for him to give you what you wanted, he had to know what it was that you wanted, first. You kissed him, and it was clear that you really wanted something more than this. You deepened the kiss, groaning against his mouth, when Sicheng kind of turned his head, catching his breath. 

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” he inquired breathlessly, but his hands moved to grab your waist, a subtle action showing that he appreciated the kissing.

“Um...I missed you?” At your hesitant answer, he still broke out into a smile. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Not at all. C’mere,” he said again, pulling you closer to him. However, when your lips met his, a hand came down against your butt, and it rested there, something that was so unlike him yet not at all unwelcomed. You whined against his mouth, and you then broke away immediately. 

Sicheng didn’t even say a word. He squeezed the flesh of your ass, hearing you gasp. A smirk formed on his lips, which was pretty rare for him, but dang, was it attractive. He pulled you down for another kiss, using this new discovery to his advantage.

Jungwoo

When you were with him, Jungwoo always maintained some sort of physical contact with you. He’d hold your hand, have an arm around your waist, or so much as leave a light touch on your arm if he was engaged in conversation with someone else while you were there.

When you were talking to Doyoung, Jungwoo wanted to get your attention. He was standing next to you, and snaking an arm around your waist didn’t even get you to look his way. As a result, Jungwoo lightly smacked your ass. It wasn’t painful, but it was shocking, and you couldn’t truthfully say that you hated it. You let out the quietest whimper, eyes wide with surprise.

Doyoung excused himself, and Jungwoo looked at you with an equally shocked expression as yours. “I...I didn’t think you’d react like that. Not that I’m complaining, though.”

Mark

After being together for so long, Mark was less timid when it came to affection, and he’d even initiate it at times. Yuta and Haechan were probably getting jealous at how easily he’d show affection around you, but you found it so endearing and sweet. 

So when Mark decided it would be a good idea to slap your ass while you were casually cooking in the kitchen, it seemed slightly forced and hesitant. You weren’t anticipating it, but you, by no means, disliked it one bit. Involuntarily, you let out a small moan, both to yours and Mark’s shock.

You turned your head to look at him, the ramen that was cooking temporarily forgotten. His ears were red; his eyes were wide, and his lips were slightly parted in surprise. “Um. I’m sorry. Was that weird? It was weird, wasn’t it? But why did you moan? Oh, shoot, that was a weird question to ask. I’m sor--”

You shut him up with a kiss to his lips. When you broke away, you told him, “You know, commonly, a person moans if something feels good. Now, what does that tell you about what you just did?”

Haechan

He’d been at practice all day, from 4 AM to 8 PM, so it was safe to say that Haechan was exhausted. You’d promised to meet him at the SM building with food, but all he wanted to do was go home and cuddle with you, to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

What he hadn’t anticipated was for Jungwoo to follow him to the doors of the company building, discussing the choreography they’d just practiced. What was even more surprising was when you showed up and were included into the conversation. You ignored Haechan’s constant clinging to you, hugging you tightly and nuzzling his head into the nape of your neck. 

You moved your hand up to tangle in his soft hair, but you continued your conversation, Haechan, who was tired, frustrated, and clingy, lightly slapped your butt, trying to get your attention. It caught you by surprise, and you let out a little whimper. 

Haechan looked at you, removing his head from your shoulder. His lips curled into a smirk, and he said, “So that’s how I can get your attention. Good to know.” Poor Jungwoo just stood there awkwardly

#this took two weeks #nct smut #nct imagines #nct 127 smut #nct reactions #nct scenarios #taeil #taeyong #johnny #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #mark lee #haechan

[deviantartdramanow]

Wow dont you feel big and tough

https://www.deviantart.com/platinum6868/journal/Galaxy-just-left-DA-908470250 ( https://archive.is/xGsR4 ) (Feel free to report it ) 16 yr old: -gets bullied by anti-rex for how many weeks, called N word by them (During black history month too wow.), death art is made of them, block evaded, told to kill herself, DOXXED etc by Anti-rex and djx his goon. These users: HAHA LETS BASH ON HER SOME MORE!   Wow dont you feel big behind that keyboard bashing on a legit kid who's stressed as fuck. I dont know every little thing about her but this kid is far from Talltheirfy29, having dealt with said Talltheirfy29 myself. Galaxy watches me and has not ONCE ran to me demanding I attack someone. TallTheirfy29 though? I had to BLOCK her dramatic ass because every five seconds in my chat: 'WAAAAAAAAH IMMA KILL MAHSELF IF YOU DONT ATTACK THIS PERSON, WAAAAH HURRY SO AND SO IS ABUSING ME, WAAAAAAH IMMA DO IT I MEAN IT HURRY!" Plus I was this close to telling her to eat a dictionary when she'd go "Um it's spelled THIS way not 'that' way but that's ok I know English better than you." With her snarky ass fucking 'know it all' attitude. (Which she doesnt lmao. Bitch talks like a toddler.) Galaxy was very quiet and chill in chat comments, didnt even bring up drama or to tell me to block someone even. Not once. We would just talk time to time. https://www.deviantart.com/galaxybendystar16/journal/Don-t-Ever-Be-Happy-When-I-m-Leaving-DA-908479170 The only one i seen her really fight off was Anti-rex and she has every damn right to be pissed off at some prick who doxxed her and called her slurs. If she wants to do songs in her art then let her. If she is having drama with others, butt out and let the kid be. They usually make up with their friends a day later anyway. It's not like she's doxxing/block evading or sending hate mobs. Plus she does her own art which is a shocker on DA, what with all the damn thieves roaming. (sorry but that shit head anti-rex deserves hate mobbing tho. He's a fucking racist cuck stain. So if he gets swarmed that's on him for not staying banned. Plus he brings it onto himself half the time.) How about instead of screeching at her like pricks, you CALMLY approach her? I did and she actually took my advice and is relaxing. Kid needs it after all and you shit heads in the comments are NOT helping. Also btw, going around in her journals stinking it up is MAKING THE DRAMA WORSE. If you really didnt fucking care, DONT COMMENT AND STFU. Keep in mind she too has kid watchers who get very well, heated if anyone goes after her. Galaxy at least TRIES to reel them in and tell them to block and move on. Also she legit calls out assholes like Anti-rex and Djx dumbasses, those are ban evaders and we have to hold poor wil DA's hand because it's too fucking lazy to do the job itself. https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/908470250/4971930412 ( https://archive.is/9PJpK ) I doubt you do honey, since you suck DA's titty. Unless you big sad from others telling you to stop being a literal cunt rag? Wow a friggin Senior member and she shits on kids. Dont you feel big and bad hmm? *slow clap* https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/908365005/4971700501 ( https://archive.is/2engx ) Wow real mature sweetie. How about not watching Galaxy then and go outside and touching grass? You act like she runs around screaming this to the heavens like Talltherify29 does. Yea no, as I said having interacted with both myself; BIG. DIFFERENCE. Go make yourself useful and chase Talltherify29 off instead, she's a legit fucking pedo and roping kids in to attack for her and doing fucked up rps. THAT is the bitch that need to go. And you need some fucking manners sweetie. I mean saying this shit to a kid, wow. Both of you get a fucking life. Also jesus do you guys not look around? There's ALWAYS 'IMMA LEAVE I SWEAR IT' journals and status posts from teenage users in DA, what makes attacking one dang user so different? She's a kid, leave her alone. Dont fucking scream at her for getting upset, keep in mind Anti-rex tried to DOXX HER. Let the kid

be. It's not like she's some fucking overdramatic lunatic like Talltheirfy29 who is 20 goddamn years old and acting like a five yr old toddler who shit her diaper. Sorry but I'm getting tired of random assholes bashing on kids because DA has it's head shoved up it's ass on not taking action against pricks like these.

#submission #drama #deviantart #anon post #jellybeanism #platinum6868

[cellard0ors]

Ficlet: Beneath The Blue

Mermay isn't over and people enjoyed Part 1, so here's some more...

Rhett has a bit of a gambling problem.

No, that's not quite right. More like a gaming problem. He likes games. He likes the rush of winning and it's not so much about money as the thrill of nailing a dart on a bullseye or getting a hole in one or - well - being right.

He really loves that one. Trivia, guessing games, riddles - lucking out on the right answer or just knowing it, always makes him feel fantastic. He's had marginal luck in his life. With basketball, with singing, and now - with his new current career - fishing, but games?

Rhett's always mastered those, rarely ever a loser. But the thing is, to do those things, he tends to have to use cash as an entry to play, thus - a sort-of-not-really gambling problem.

And winning in those kind of situations is also a problem, because, after some time - it tends to attract...attention. And usually the bad kind. Recently it was very much the bad kind, because he was at The 101, engaging in his normal play only to be snatched up by some very rough looking characters.

Ones who took him into a backroom and decided to skip right over the 'broken knuckles' threat and jump right into the 'you're going to go sleep with the fishes' threat.

To be fair, they probably went quickly into the decision once he started fighting back. Rhett's not much of a brawler, but he's a big guy and that in and of itself can create...issues. Especially if his temper is up.

Long story short - Rhett's bit of a gambling problem led him to being clonked over the head (more than once, matter of fact) and taken out to sea. His last real memory before hitting the water was that he'd been amazed at the boulder they'd found to attach him to - where had they gotten such a huge rock from? A landfill?

Not that it mattered - rock, rope, and Rhett all went overboard and into the deep. Rhett tried not to hold his breath, to struggle enough just to get loose, but, in the end - he'd been lost.

Except he hadn't been.

He'd awoken to find the setting sun bathing him in golden light and, above him, an angel. Because only an angel could have such eyes. Eyes as blue and deep and mysterious as the sea he was supposed to have died in.

His throat ached from damn near drowning but he'd still managed to ask the angel for his name. And he'd gotten it.

Link.

But then the angel had turned, vanished, and Rhett had seen that - while he was right about his mythical savior - he was not at all right about what kind.

Because Link had a tail.

A fish tail.

One as sparkling blue and captivating as his eyes and he'd disappeared into the surf so fast, Rhett began to question his sanity.

Had he imagined it all? The entire experience had been traumatic as heck - maybe it was just a coping mechanism for his mind? But then, far out, he'd seen a head appear above the waters.

Seen it and a shy wave and he'd waved back, because what else could he do? He wasn't dead and he wasn't crazy. He'd been saved. Saved...by a mermaid (merman?) named Link.

Which leads to now and his camping out full time on this small rocky stretch of lonely beach. Rhett made sure to check in with the local marina, see if it was okay for him to dock his tiny fishing boat, The Bluegrass, nearby. And 'nearby' was about a mile or so away, because this bit of land is pretty unoccupied and small.

...the perfect place for a merman (mermaid?) to drop off someone they saved. And, hopefully, return to? Rhett's not sure - honestly, this whole thing might be a fool's errand, but either way - he has a tent pitched and is waiting.

Waiting to see if Link returns.

Night after night seems like a failure. Still, Rhett doesn't mind. He can be patient. His last haul (fish-wise, not gambling-wise) earned him a considerable amount, so there's no harm in waiting.

Still, as he sits here now, the sky a lovely lilac as the sun dips low beneath the horizon, he can't help but feel like time's running out. Honestly, what did he expect? For Link to return and want to...what? Be best friends?

The person...creature...per-creature? Did what he could and Rhett should just be grateful and move on. But there was something about him...and those eyes...and that voice...

Rhett cracks open another can of soda, takes a deep sip when he hears it. The water's waves have become almost a white noise at this point, so consistent, but this...this is different. Just a little splish. Or splash. Or whatever.

And it's close. He puts the can down and quickly surges to his feet, looking out intently over the water and then he sees it. Just the top of someone's head. His head. Dark wet hair and blue eyes behind...are those glasses? And Rhett can't see his nose or anything else, but he can see enough to cry out, "Hey!"

The head rears back, sinks some, and Rhett feels a surge of panic, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "No! Wait, wait! Link! I-!"

The head stops, goes still. Rhett continues on, desperate for this to continue, "Please...don't go."

He doesn't.

Bolstered, Rhett continues, hoping he's heard, understood, "I...I just-? You saved me."

Link simply blinks.

"Thank you."

There's a bobbing in the water around him and Rhett's pretty sure Link nodded. Rhett edges just that little bit closer, "I...I'd hoped you'd come back. Not only so I could thank you, but so...um...maybe-? Maybe we could-? Could talk-?"

Link sinks a little more again, but Rhett can still see his eyes and, as long as he can see those, he feels okay, "I mean...you-you came back. Right? So-so maybe you'd-? You'd like to talk too?"

Link's head disappears.

Rhett feels his heart break. But then he notices that the water is moving. There's a rippling, the kind he sees when fish swim close to the surface. As if to punctuate that thought, the broad tip of a blue tail rises up and out, pushing against the waves.

He's swimming closer!

Rhett resists the urge to hoot in delight, to pumping his arms in victory, as Link pushes forward and, on the next movement of water, he surges upwards - his whole head visible now.

Link's entire face is nice.

A strong jaw, a good nose, a very fine mouth and yeaaaah, Rhett doesn't want Link to swim off, so he's going to do his very best not to focus on that mouth too much as he says, "I'm-I'm Rhett."

Link licks his lips, dips his head shyly, "I'm Link."

"Y-Yeah, you-you said..."

They both just sort of eyeball one another, both clearly unsure of what to make of the other. Of how to proceed. Eventually Rhett does, "So, ah, you're-? You're a mermaid?"

Link's eyebrows rise.

"Merman?"

"Just Mer," Link clarifies, "Our kind doesn't really attach those bits on the end there."

"Really?"

Link nods, "Humans came up with that one."

"Oh? We-we did?"

Another nod, "Back when we first used to come across one another."

"...take it that doesn't really happen now?"

"Not really. No."

Another awkward silence falls. Rhett scratches at one cheek, struggling for something else to say when Link blurts, "You're hairy."

Rhett lowers his hand and - much to his own surprise - he bursts out laughing. Link colors some and he gives a bashful smile and okay, Rhett said he wasn't going to pay too much attention to that mouth, but it's hard when it's so danged cute, "Yeah, yeah I am, brother."

"Bro-ther?" Link repeats and it's clearly a word he's unfamiliar with. Rhett beams, "'Brother'. We use it for family members. Y'know, the boys born from the same Momma and such. Can be a term of endearment too."

"Oh..." Link seems pleased with this and Rhett grins, "You got one?"

Link's eyebrows knit together and Rhett explains, "A brother? Or-or some other family or-?"

"I was spawned from another Mer. She came to shore to give birth to me."

Rhett's eyes grow wide, "You-? You were born on land?"

Link nods, "Most of us are. Mers walk between both worlds more often than not."

Rhett lets that one wash over him even as Link comes closer. Rhett can see his tail better now. It's amazing. Glossy and sparkling blue, the scales tightly knit. Rhett's first reaction is wanting to touch it but he quickly shutters that idea - recognizing it as beyond rude. They've just started talking to one another, for goodness sake!

Still, seeing it rest against the wet sand of the shoreline is tempting and seeing it move, more so. It slides and slithers, but in such an enticing way. Rhett moves a little closer, foam teasing at his toes as Link looks up (and up) at him, "Hard to talk at this level..."

Rhett realizes he probably looks like a giant at Link's angle, the Mer practically lying at his feet, so he lowers himself down until his butt hits the sand, crossing his legs at the ankles, "Better?"

Link nods and Rhett does a bit of a wiggle backward to avoid getting his khaki cargo shorts wet. There's an amused smirk around Link that says he recognizes that action. But of course he does - Mers, apparently, can traverse between land and sea.

So, Link is probably aware of how clothing works. Has he ever worn clothing? Come to the shore? Rhett wants to ask so many questions, but isn't sure what's appropriate and what isn't, but Link beats him to the questioning, "Are you a fisherman?"

Rhett lets out a strained 'Ah-?' as he immediately realizes that the true answer will no doubt insult his new acquaintance, but, again, Link beats him to the punch, "You've got the attire for it. Flannel shirt, baseball cap..."

Rhett frowns, "You think fisherman have a particular attire?"

"To my recollection..." The remark makes Rhett chuckle again, unable to help himself, "'Recollection' - you sound so danged southern. Just like me. I was born and raised in North Carolina."

Link beams, "That's where I was spawned! My sire came from the same location. Not all Mers are from the sea. Some reside in lakes, rivers - any water deep enough to conceal us, but a lot of us return to the ocean, considering its the biggest body of water."

Rhett lets that sink in even as Link again asks, "So, you are a fisherman, right?"

"Um-?"

"It's okay if you are," Link assures him, folding his arms and resting his chin there, "It's not really a proud profession amongst my kind, but it's understandable."

Rhett's lips twitch from side to side, "So I'm not, like, catching up your friends or something?"

Link snorts, "What - you think we talk to them?"

"Heck, man - I don't know how it works," Rhett lets out a peal of nervous giggles, getting the idea that Link is teasing him. Link returns the laugh and Rhett relaxes as a realization settles in.

Whether or not Rhett wants to admit it, he did want Link to return. He wanted him to return and be his friend and it appears that that is indeed what is happening.

It's happening and Rhett couldn't be any happier.

#rhink #mermay #mermaid!au #my writing #randl