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[rock-cedar-mosquito]

Deep in the mist

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[boliv-jenta]

Replacement

One shot in the Wardrobe universe.

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Smut.🔞

"It looks like a paddle boat."

"Di!"

"It looks like it could serve tennis balls."

"Dieter."

"It looks like a nail dryer."

"Fair."

"It looks like an air freshener."

"OK, that's enough."

Being Dieter's PA had been amazing, you never tired of his company. When he travelled for interviews you got to sightsee, shop, whatever you liked. When he was finished you would get to enjoy whatever country you found yourselves in. You got to experience things that some people could only dream of. Yet something was missing. You missed your work, designing and creating things with your own two hands. When you were given the opportunity to put on a show of your own designs you had jumped at the chance.

Unfortunately, it had meant staying home while Dieter travelled to Australia. At first he had straight up refused to leave. He was determined to support you in your work like you had with his. It had taken a lot of reassuring on your part and lots of promises of fulfilling some very specific fantasies of his to get him to go. That was a month ago. His press tour went well, your show had created a buzz and now you were inundated with offers of work.

As soon as Dieter arrived home he was keen to take you to bed and show you just how much he missed you. This lead to him finding his 'replacement' on your nightstand.

"I refuse to believe that you can get any pleasure from that!"

"Really?"

"Yes. It looks like a bubble machine."

Letting his newest jibe slide, you lay yourself back on the bed.

"So you don't think this can give me any pleasure, hmmm?" your hand trailed your thigh as you spoke, inching your summer dress up. It was the peach one with the white flowers on, Dieter's favourite. Underneath you wore nothing, also Dieter's favourite.

"Baby." His toned verged on pleading, he knew what you were like when you got in this mood. The voice you used was the one you used in meetings, in business but very rarely in the bedroom. The last time you had, the two of you managed to break a motel room bed.

Opening your legs wide you gave him a view of what he was missing all this time. The bed creaked in protest as Dieter shot forward in an attempt to get between you legs. With a well placed foot to the chest, you stopped him in his tracks.

"No. You can wait."

"No, I can't."

"You were mean about my new favourite toy. Now you get to wait."

His bottom lip jutted out as his pouted. The temptation to nip at it was too great. Sinking your teeth into the pump flesh, you followed it with a soothing swipe of your tongue.

"I'm sorry." He looked over the top of his glasses so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"You will be." You whispered against his lips before pulling away to root for your lube. "Sit."

Dieter did as he was told. Taking a seat at the end of the bed, he leaned forward eagerly. Tutting at him to move back, you squeezed a healthy amount of lube onto your sensitive skin. Hips wriggling at the sudden coolness. The toy had a variety of setting but the standard one blew your mind enough not to need to change it. With one press it roared to life. A dull drone echoed of the walls as the toy whirled around. Dieter opened his mouth to make another comment. Wisely, he bit it back before you did it for him.

The toy consisted of essentially a wheel with bright pink 'tongues' on it. As it spun the soft silicone 'licked' at you. It had been an impulse purchase. The promise of simulated oral sex had drawn you in, the design was intriguing, it was on sale so you thought 'Why not?'. Nothing would compare to Dieter but it could be fun. Ten minutes after it had been delivered you had already come twice.

Spreading your folds with one hand you held the toy just over your clit, allowing it to kitten lick your aching bundle of nerves. A jolt of pleasure accompanied by a gasp had Dieter seething. Jealousy painted his face as he watched the little black machine whip you into a frenzie before you came, arching of the bed as you did.

"Fuck. I could have done that." He muttered petulantly. It was strange to see him react this way to a toy. You'd both used plenty of them. As for being jealous, you'd invited a good few people into your bedroom and he'd never had an issue with it. He was actually proud to show you off. To give people a taste of what he gets to have every night.

"Aw, there's no need to be jealous Babyboy. There's enough of me to go around."

At that point a grin crept onto his face. Using his considerable strength to his advantage he had you on top of him in one smooth move. "Am sorry. I guess I was just jealous that that thing got to be here with you and I didn't."

Before the beautiful sentiment could settle in your heart, Dieter had his cock head nestled at you enterance and was grabbing at your toy. "Let's see what the air freshener can really do." Pulling you down by the hips, he settled himself fully inside you before hovering the silicone tongues over your clit. At the first touch you clenched around him. Through your hands on his chest you feel the groan it elicited from him. A couple more minutes of the rapid tongue action had you coming all over him. Your pussy like a vice as you soaked him. "Fuck me! I see why you like this." Another couple of minutes, another orgasm, and another, and another. At some point you genuinely lost count. Dieter would have been quite happy to go for another one if you hadn't collapsed so far down onto his chest that he could even manipulate the gadget anymore. "Babe?" He kissed your neck. He received a sleepy 'mmmm?' in response. "Can I....? Or have you had enough?"

"No. I want you to come. Wanna feel you." Your words were mumbled into his chest.

Rolling you over, his shifted closer, wrapping your legs around him. Since he'd been gone, all he'd thought about was taking you hard and fast when he got home. He'd fucked his fist, his mattress, some towels, he'd even bought a toy of his own. Every time he thought about how he'd ravish you, make you scream his name, remind you who you belonged to. Now that you were underneath him, all soft and pliant, blissed out in your afterglow. All he wanted to do was go slow. It wasn't very often you could call the sex you had love making in the traditional sense. Tonight was one of those times. Dieter was soft and gentle. Rolling and grinding his hips into you rather than thrusting. Each moment was drawn out. Kisses were lingering. Sweet nothings were whispered between you. When he finally came, he froze with the intensity of it, for once he was speechless. His mouth open in a silent scream. He didn't pull out for a long while. He lay on your chest listening to the heartbeat he had missed so much. As you played with his now grown out curls. "I guess the extractor fan isn't that bad." He muttered before sleep claimed you both.

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A Coastal Holiday Experience with Wineries and Golf Courses

Come and stay at Whispering Sails, an ultimate destination for your short vacation in Inverloch.

Do you ever think about what it would be like to take a trip somewhere with the sweet coastal breeze and the serenity of the sea? Even if you have never had these thoughts, it's not a big deal to take a trip to the  small, picturesque coastal town of Inverloch, a hidden gem, where leisure is something people can enjoy fully.

The coastal town of Inverloch has such astonishing beauty, a tranquil inlet of expansive blue waters flanked by rolling green hills and pounding white surf crashing onto the sand bar at the entrance to the estuary. It’s sunny weather generates bright blues and greens, which mix with the ocean breeze, yellow sandy beaches and dunes with stunning pine trees flanking the foreshore. Inverloch is a hideaway for anyone struggling to finish their work and seeking a break from the hustle. Anyone with the thought of spending a short vacation with family or friends must visit Inverloch at least once, to then be mesmerised by the beauty of the place. So much to see and do, an ever changing landscape of colour and excitement.

Sweet Smell of Vineyard

Starting your day with a game of golf with your buddies, at either of the two venues close to Inverloch, and then enjoy a wood fired pizza at Harmans Winery on the way back to Whispering Seas. Sample a paddle of selected wines and buy a dozen of the best. The artwork of coastal scenery is also for viewing and sale. The large image of the Eagles Nest rock platform jutting out into the ocean caught my eye and now adorns my dining room wall.

Taking a Break with Golf, Wine and Wood Fired Pizza 

A weekend of golf with your mates, mixed with wineries and pizza is an enjoyable experience, even better for you if you are keen on golfing. The sporty soul within you will certainly get rejuvenated in the freshness of the golf course and vineyard experience. No matter if you came for a conference or  family trip, you could surely get your hands on the golf sticks. The green landscapes of the vineyards and golf courses are as welcoming as the people of the small coastal town of Inverloch.

Amusements for You

The Inverloch provides family friendly parks with BBQ and amusements, kilometres of cycleway along the picturesque foreshore, yellow sandy beaches to stroll along, surf wild ocean waves crashing on the sand bar, fish from the beach, banks of the estuary or jetty, explore the rock platforms for shells, dinosaur footprints and fossils, marvel at the 1865 shipwreck protruding from the beach sands near the surf club. Bring your cameras and catch a shot of koalas, kangaroos or  echidnas along the foreshore or sting rays at the jetty or whales craping barnacles off their bodies in the shallows in front of the surf club.  The Shell and Dinosaur Museum in the town centre is a popular attraction. Even a short trip with the kids underground in the disused coal mine at Wonthaggi is an enjoyable experience.

Working with Relaxation 

There are many people who come to Inverloch for annual conferences or workshops. The companies often book at the large conference centres available and also at the Devils Dam  golf course  cabins. Here they can enjoy golf course if you are one of them; these places are meant for you to chill out in the mid or post-conference hours.

Pack up !!

Whispering Sails, is a waterfront unit centrally located close to town, with its coffee shops and eateries, park your car and walk. The garage is filled with complimentary bikes, trikes and fishing rods, for your enjoyment. We will give you the most convenient and comfortable vacation in the town of Inverloch. With early check-in and late check-out and free Netflix and Stan, a balcony with ocean views while enjoying your BBQ. Your holiday will be unforgettable, golf, wineries, pizza, beach, fishing surfing picturesque countryside and stunning colours, rolling green hills and mesmerising blue waters.

[niiine]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Ft. Xiao and Scaramouche

Xiao

- It's just one of the normal days where Xiao was exploring the Dihua Marsh. Keen on dangers that might harm the land of Geo, until his eyes catches the sight of you fighting a bunch of hilichurls. You're swift, strong, and graceful all at once. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭" — he thought, adventurers must be able to protect themselves.

- You're loud. Soo loud. It was one of the rare times the Yaksha could spare some rest, but your laughter echoes throughout the whole Wangshuu Inn. He was about to leave and find somewhere else to rest but suddenly, you opened the door and introduce yourself. "Hi! I am [y/n], I'll be working here in the Inn for the mean time." You smiled as you handed him a bowl of almond tofu. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

- "You're pushing yourself too hard" Xiao's Golden eyes scanned through your body. "I have to do this. I have siblings to support you know." His eyes darted towards your calloused hands. The hands that expertly prepares his food, and at the same time wield a sword in a heat of a fight. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

- He's been alive for three thousand years. millennium of being alone, of being used at solitude, all crashes down when you came. Mortals are hindrance to him, they are weak and a burden— and you're not much different. You're stubborn, and there's a limit in your ability. But God, Xiao doesn't mind. For the first time out of so many times, he want to be strong for someone. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

- In the dead of the night, when mortals shouldn't be playing with blades and monsters, the young Adeptus heard his name being called. It was your voice. Xiao spared no time and dashed to where you are. And there he was greeted by your beaten body . Blood covered your torso and bruises adorned your face. To hell with those who did this to you, he will make sure of that, but for now, he must take you back to the inn for medicine. Carefully, he lifts your body— scared that he might hurt you further. "You came" your weakened voice snapped him out "You should have called sooner" He whispered, cradling you softly. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

Scaramouche

- 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. That's his first thought about you. You make the room bright, and loud, and soft. He hates it. You're serving the Tsaritsa, you shouldn't be acting that way. "Are you alright? you're so silent" your voice snapped him out, earning a sneer from the balladeer. "None of your business". You really shouldn't be here.

- "I told you to stay at the headquarters! why wouldn't you ever listen?!" Scara couldn't care less about his subordinate. You're not special. But the Tsaritsa would go ballistic if she finds out another one of her Fatui perished. "I can take care of my self, and besides, it's the traveler we're facing. We both know they're strong!"

"You're weak, There's nothing you can do." and with that, he snapped his fingers, thunder taking away your consciousness. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, and he can't risk losing you because of that.

- "For the umpteenth time" Scaramouche growled. "Stay away from me". "I just want to help you" You tried approaching a little bit closer but electricity began swirling around the lad. Ever since you confessed to him, he grows more distant. not like he's ever close to you..."I don't need your help, you're worthless for starters. You're a burden" Scara notices the hurt in your (eye color) eyes, and the way you helplessly paddled your feet away from him. There's a tug in his heart— if he has any, but it is better this way... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

- The balladeer's annoyed. It maybe because Childe's in the vicinity, or because he's making jokes that makes you laugh, or because you're not paying him any attention, unlike before, or because of the turbulence in his stomach that he can't control. The only thing he knows is that he's irritated beyond compare, and that 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

- "[y/n]'s hurt!" it only took these two words for Scaramouche to drop what he's doing and rush to the infirmary. Screw anyone that got in his way. The lad positioned himself in the window, keeping his distance, and because Childe's there already. You look so fragile, so frail that if he touch even one of your fingertips, you'll break. There's bruises all over you body, and Childe tended in all of them. He can't do such, the only thing he knows is how to hurt people, and not the other way around, but...

You opened your eyes, and he scoot a little over to the side to hide. He'd rather die that to be seen by you. Your tiny hands reach out to Childe's face, assuring him that you're alright. The gingerhead chuckles, whispering inaudible words before he kissed your forehead. Again, that painful tug in his heart resounds, '𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦'.

//I don't know if I get these two precious gems right🤧

//pleasedontjudgeme. Reblogs are well appreciated ❤

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Thingy

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1 - Continued from Part 44

-

“Did you fucking steal my breakfast pancakes?”

“Maybe,” came the non-committed answer from around the corner, in the direction of the couch.

“And eat them?” Jay slammed the fridge door shut. That’s it. No more leftovers, he decided on a whim. On which he quickly back paddled because he needed leftovers. Especially with Zayne’s looming threat to break him. Cooking had already become such a luxury.

“What can I say, they were delicious,” Zayne said without looking up. He was busy looking bored, sprawled over the couch, feet up over the side, and was cleaning his nails again with his knife.

Looking bored usually meant he would look for entertainment elsewhere soon so Jay decided to back out of the argument. Only to start a new one.

“Could you not pick at your nails with the exact same knife you're gonna stab me.”

“It's probably your own blood I’m scraping off, so I wouldn’t worry,” Zayne said, inspecting his nails. “Also wasn’t planning on stabbing you today.” He leered at Jay, sly grin on his face now and finally sat up straight.

Should he bite? Well, the alternative was to be completely surprised. Like with that goddamn pepper spray. Jay wasn’t going to let that happen again. So fine, he caved.

“Alright, what’s in store for tonight?”

Zayne reached between the cushions and with a light flourish held up a bright yellow rod. Jay recognised it, though the name failed him. All he knew was that this wasn’t good.

“Do you always just happen to carry instruments of torture?”

“Well, you already know that, yes, this is a knife in my pocket. But I’m also happy to see you.” Zayne winked as an exasperated Jay let himself fall against the wall head-first.

“So, you know what this is.” He beckoned Jay to get closer and held out the tool.

Unfortunately. “It’s a.... cattle thing.”

Zayne let his fingers slide over the length of the rod. “Yes, a cattle taser.”

“It’s not a fucking cattle taser!”

“Well, what else do you wanna call it? They tase poor cows with it.”

“You’re feeling more sorry for the cows than for me?”

“'Course, you brought this upon yourself now,” Zayne said with a shrug, fool-proof logic to his ears.

“Prod. Cattle prod,” Jay remembered, ignoring the taunt.

“Whatever.”

Jay had never thought much of cattle prods. He always thought, naively hoped maybe, that it was just a little prick to encourage animals to keep walking. Now he was furiously hoping that it was indeed just a little jolt, but by the looks of it – Zayne seemed very keen – that probably wasn’t the case. Seeing it in this situation completely turned it into an item from hell. It even had little red devil’s horns.

“Can’t be worse than the taser,” he tried. “I can handle a little sting.” Especially after everything else he’d already been through.

Zayne hummed a soft laugh. “What you’re forgetting here, dear Jay,” he cooed, “is that this thingy was designed to spur on beasties with ten times your body mass. This doesn’t sting. This floors.”

He suddenly lashed out, wielding the little rod like a fencer and stabbed it towards Jay.

“Whoa!” Jay instantly recoiled when he felt the tip press into his stomach, but he wasn’t quick enough to completely avoid the shock. He fell back a step and hunched over slightly, hand to his abdomen where a soft stinging pain was still lingering and crackling under his skin. That hit harder than he had expected. And it barely even grazed him.

Or, well, not exactly. When he removed his hand he noticed two tiny pin pricks in his shirt. Burned through. He quickly pulled his shirt from his pants to inspect the damage and sure enough, there were two little red dots on his stomach, tiny little burn marks.

He glanced at the prod with a renewed dread.

Zayne, asshole, noticed and slowly advanced on him, tapping the end of the tool lightly in his palm.

“Wait, wait, my ribs—“

“Just don’t squirm around too much, then, hm.”

He was already squirming, trying left and right to stay out of Zayne’s reach.

Zayne let him, smirking at the useless attempts. “Don’t make me pin you down,” he teased.

“Oh, I absolutely will make you pin me down,” Jay backed away. “If it means you won’t be able to use that.”

“Wrong again, Jaybird. As long as I don’t touch between the prongs, I'll be fine. And if not, I don't mind taking a risk. So…"

He suddenly stepped forward and slammed a hand into Jay’s throat, crashing him back into the wall.

Jay croaked out a whimper as the prod danced in front of his face, Zayne hovering it up and down his body. He tensed when it touched over his cheek, but nothing happened yet. Just a soft chuckle from Zayne as he slid it down over the side of his throat to his torso.

"We can experiment a little. But first, I wanna see you collapse.”

He let go of his throat and before Jay could even gulp in a full breath of air, the prod jabbed hard against his stomach.

Followed by a searing pain.

It didn't fully paralyze him like the taser. He could still scream. A ragged choked off scream.

His head cracked against the wall as he pressed himself back. He grit his teeth, almost locked his jaw trying to keep his screams confined, failing miserably. He reached out, clawing his hands around Zayne’s arm, trying to hold himself up and maybe get him to back off.

Unfortunately, Zayne hadn’t lied. He didn’t seem affected by Jay holding onto him. Maybe the leather jacket insulated a little?

Jay shook violently, hands tightening around the leather, burning pain coursing through his abdomen until finally his knees buckled and he slumped to the floor.

With it, Zayne pulled back.

Still shaking and panting, Jay fell back against the wall, slumped on his knees, legs sprawled out. He winced as the aftershocks made his body spasm, made him hiss in sharp and shallow breaths between his teeth.

Zayne softly kicked his shin, demanding his attention. "And?" he prodded.

"I think," Jay coughed, "I should go vegan." Fucking hell that hurt. If his hamburger got the same treatment, maybe he should hold off. At least for a while, as he was sure it would bring back some unwanted memories of this.

"Noble. Not the point."

Another scream tore from his throat as Zayne jabbed his side, and he sagged to the floor. His shoes scrambled against the floor as he squirmed in pain and tried to kick himself away.

"Now then," Zayne said, voice low but excited, "let's experiment." He let himself fall down, knee landing painfully on Jay’s wrist to pin him down."

Jay’s grunt of pain rose into another scream.

Zayne didn't let up, prodding and jabbing at random, coaxing out shrill screams and tense grunts. He flitted the prod over Jay’s body, sometimes landing a couple of quick teasing pricks or holding it longer pressed into sensitive spots. Like over bruised ribs. All the while poking more tiny holes into his shirt, more burns into his chest, his abdomen, knitting them close together to form larger patches of irritated red skin.

Then, without even the slightest hesitation, he smashed the prongs into the soft crook of Jay’s arm, close to his own knee.

While Jay screeched, Zayne didn’t make a sound. Except a surprised hum.

“Wow, not a thing,” he said, somewhat in awe. He let up, giving Jay a very small reprieve to catch his breath. “How about this, then?”

He slid his hand over Jay’s throat, without adding pressure this time, and let the prod follow up, teasing over Jay’s collar bone, circling his heart.

“No…” Jay panted, “Not near… near the heart…”

“Fine,” Zayne murmured. He held the prod up for a second and flicked it on, smirking as Jay recoiled at the little flash and buzz of electricity.  

With a tilt of the wrist he let the tip fall down again, his eyes fixed with hungry fascination over Jay’s heaving chest. Undoing a top button of Jay’s shirt, he softly pressed the collar aside and teased the prod over the collar line of his t-shirt, before he slid it over to Jay’s right shoulder and pressed it under the fabric.

As he pressed the button, Jay tensed under him and arched his back into the floor, screaming. With his hand still lingering over Jay’s throat, Zayne wondered briefly if he felt a little zing, but it could also be his imagination. Amazing. He let go, but pressed the prongs harder against Jay’s shoulder, sliding it further under his shirt and moving it down his chest.

A hoarse gasp of relief followed as he pulled the prod out.

"Looks like you’re also worrying more about cows than yourself,” Zayne said. "You can stop this by stopping your snooping."

So that was what this was about. "We did," Jay whispered.

"Mhm," Zayne hummed his disbelief. “Liar,” he hissed.

"No, really, we did!"

"Stick out your tongue."

Jay paled and froze. "Wh--"

Zayne shut him up by pressing the tool against his lips. He circled the prongs over them, caught his upper and lower lip in between the two little horns.

"Liars should get their tongue burned out. Do it or I'll stick it down your throat."

Jay violently shook his head, shaking the prod from his mouth. "No… no, please! Okay! Okay, fine, we're still researching! Please!" Wide eyes focused on Zayne’s finger on the trigger button.

He almost sobbed in relief as Zayne tilted the prod away from his face.

“Still a liar,” Zayne tutted as he stood.

For a short second, Jay hoped it was over as he saw Zayne walk off. But his stomach dropped as he heard water splashing. “No…” he gurgled, trying desperately to get up.

The sound of water stopped, now replaced by the sound of Zayne’s boots getting closer again.

“No…” Another breathless plea as Jay tried to scoot away on his elbows before a splash of water soaked his front.

He exploded in pain again, even worse than before. Where at first the pain was focused at whatever spot Zayne was prodding at, electricity now crackled over his entire body, water easily guiding it further and spreading the pain. Jay screamed in agony, scrambling to get away from under the prod, squirming and bringing new pain to his still battered ribs. He found he didn’t really care anymore.

As his throat gave and his screams died down, Zayne let up.

Broken, exhausted, and still in pain, Jay gasped for breath, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

He noticed Zayne lingering at the edges of the water puddle on the floor.

"Step into it then, you coward. You wanted to experiment," Jay wheezed, voice hoarse. "I—fu-uckkk— I dare you!"

"Very well. Doubt it’ll do much."

But as he saw Zayne edge closer and the probably rubber-soled and heavy leather boots stepped in the puddle, Jay reconsidered quickly as he saw the rod lower towards him.

"No, nonono, wait, wait! I believe you!" He couldn’t handle another right now. He sagged back to the floor as Zayne backed off, hissing out a broken stream of vowelless curses wherever his breath allowed him.

Zayne scoffed a soft snort and crouched down. While he didn’t activate the prod yet, he did linger it over Jay’s soaked shirt, threat always there.

“Better give it another thought to stop your research,” he rumbled and used the prod to tilt Jay’s chin to the side, looking directly into Jay’s wide terror-filled eyes.

“Start worrying about yourself for a bit.”

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Continued here

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If you’re still taking requests maybe Legend showing off his outfits from Triforce Heroes (if you consider that one of his games) or just the fierce deity outfit if that’s to much

Good grief! This one really took it away! I liked the prompt so much, and had so many ideas for it, that I think this might have to be a multi-parter (wasn't expecting that).

I touched on three outfits in this one, but I have six more I might do as well. For reference, I included the Kolkiri Clothes, Linebeck's Uniform and the Cozy Parka.

I also realized while writing this that this is the first time I've written from Wind's perspective, which is positively criminal!

I am still taking requests by the way! If you want to see something, shoot it at me!

(Fic below the cut)

It started so normal, Wind never thought it would get so insane.

They were in the Old Man’s Hyrule, too far from the ranch to make it by nightfall but close enough to still be in a relatively safe location. Time had called for them to set up camp and as they were close to a stream, Twilight had called for the additional order of baths.

Watching Twilight drag his protégé into the water was almost worth having to have his head scrubbed by Sky.

Most of them had taken the chance to cool off and mess around once they were clean, and while Warriors attempted to duck Time under the water (a mistake, they soon realized, when the man easily overpowered the captain, who ended up getting dunked instead) and Wild sat in a tree watching their backs (hanging up to dry, Twilight had joked), Wind found that the rest of them were content to swim idly in the water, with only the occasional splash from one or another of them. Usually, there would be more noise, but Twilight was teaching Hyrule to doggie paddle, and they needed calmer waters so as to not scare the Traveler.

He cast his eyes over their group. A red-faced Warriors was coughing and spluttering out insults at a smug looking Time (boy he needed his picto-box), Twilight was gently coaxing Hyrule to the other bank in a manner highly resemblant of a parent urging a baby to walk, Wild was keeping watch, and Sky was relaxing in the shallows.

Where were Four and Legend?

A glance upwards and a signed conversation with Wild later and Wind was making his way upstream a way, around a bend that blocked off most of the noise but that Wild could still see over if needed, to where Four and Legend sat together one the bank.

Or rather, Legend sat, Four was floating in the shallows with a curious expression as he watched the vet- cleaning clothes?

“We’re out here having a good time and you’re doing the laundry? Boring much.” He drawled, drawing the attention of the two heroes.

“I don’t like swimming around others.” Legend scrunched up his nose in disgust, it wiggled, almost cutely. “And my things needed a wash.”

He snorted, turning his questioning gaze to Four.

The smithy shrugged. “It’s quieter over here, and Wars will try and dunk me if he gets the chance.” A heavy sigh escaped the shortest hero. “He really needs to be taken down a notch some days.”

“Some days?” Legend snorted.

Wind just rolled his eyes. So, what if Wars had a bit of an ego and spent a lot of time messing with them? It was just the way the captain expressed himself, Wind would do the same if he could get away with it and had a few inches on the others.

A flash of color in the spring caught his attention, bright pink against the soft blue of the water, and he surged forwards. “What’s that?”

Legend’s hand hit his face as the vet reached out to push him back, effectively pushing the excited child under water, and for a brief moment, Wind could swear he saw a pink skirt drifting just before his face before it disappeared and he was popping up out of the water again with a splash.

“You have pink clothes?” He grinned at the bundle of fabric in the Vet’s hands.

“I have clothes in all colors.” Legend sniffed, batting another piece of fabric at him in a shooing motion.

“Doubt.” Four and Wind deadpanned. “Nobody has that much clothing.”

Legend’s face was drawn, eyes dark with that haunted look that Time sometimes got when looking at the moon. “I do.”

Wind and Four exchanged a look. “Why would you even need so much clothing?”

“Adventure number six.” Legend sighed, returning to his washing.

Another shared glance was exchanged and the two boys swam closer to the older teen. “And you used all of it?” Legend nodded. “All by yourself?”

The vet paused. “I had some...friends, with me.”

“You have friends?” Wind sat up again, who knew the Vet actually got along with people other than Ravio and Zelda?

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, Wind, that’s kinda mean.” Four murmured.

“I don’t mean you don’t have friends,” He huffed bangs from his eyes to look at Legend better, it did nothing, they still drifted into his view and cut off his view of the top of Legend’s hat. “I mean, we’ve never seen them so I didn’t realize you were on good terms with more people than Ravio.”

Legend shrugged. “You probably won’t ever meet them, I... became acquainted with them outside of Hyrule and they’ve never been seen leaving the land where we traveled together.”

“What were their names?” Four asked lazily, eyes trailing after leaves that floated off downstream towards where the others were.

Legend’s snort caught them off guard. “You don’t want to know.”

Now that was interesting, Legend never shied away from giving names to the people he had met in his travels, what was so different about these people? He’d had nothing against telling them Ravio’s name. “Why not?” Curiosity was tickling at his just like his hair was, and it was the only thing keeping him from ducking under again to relieve the itching of slowly-drying hair.

Legend cocked a brow at the two of them. “Their names are worse than ours.”

Now Wind really wanted to know! “What were they?”

Four echoed his question, eyes glinting in the light as he stared over at the vet, who was now beginning to pack away his things again. It took some nagging (something Wind had plenty of experience with) to finally get Legend to answer, but when he did, he didn’t disappoint.

“Red, Blue and Green. A set of nut cases if you ask me.” Legend drawled, not looking at them as he stuffed something glittery and gold in his bag. Four froze, eyes flashing four colors, one after another for a moment before he turned his sharp gaze on the vet.

“Did they call you Vio by any chance?”

Wind stared. “Why would they do that? He already has a name, he wouldn’t need to match, besides, Legend doesn’t even wear purple.”

“His eyes are purple.” Four pointed out, and Wind turned to very pointedly try and see what color Legend’s eyes actually were.

They were purple.

“No, they didn’t call me Vio,” Legend rolled his eyes, pushing Wind out of his face again. “They call me Link, same as any sane person does.”

“We’re sane.” Wind protested.

“Debatable.” The two older heroes deadpanned.

Wind pouted, but let it go, gaze drifting for a moment as he let silence fall over them. Four was staring at Legend in a suspicious manner, eyes blue again, but he didn’t say anything, and the vet didn’t seem keen on saying anything either, instead getting up and walking over to the clothes he had draped across one of the trees. He wasn’t kidding, it looked like a rainbow over there.

“So, if those things belonged to your friends, why do you have them?”

“Only one with a bottomless bag.” Came the clipped reply. “That and I’m the only one who’s likely to need them again.”

“Your friends don’t need clothes?” Four balked.

“No! Of course, they do!” Legend made a face, swatting a hand at Four. “Wild’s the only one who goes around naked, I’ll have you know, and if any of them had done the same they would have been shunned by the whole kingdom.” The vet huffed, voice dropping to a mutter. “What with the fashion laws and all.”

“So, if they already have clothes of their own, what did you need all for this for?” He gestured towards the various garments that Legend was still packing away.

“They’re all enchanted, or otherwise intended for special purposes.” The vet winced. “Hopefully I’ll never need most of them again, but there’s always the chance.”

“Will we ever get to see them?” He watched as Legend stuffed another garment into one of his bags many pockets.

“Hopefully never.” Legend spat.

But when did things ever go Legend’s way?

It was a hat first.

A battle in the forest ended with black blood spattered everywhere, but with Legend and Wild having provided support from the sidelines in the form of arrows flying across the battlefield, injuries were more scarce than normal.

Of course, that could be attributed to the fact that there had only been a few of the black-blooded monsters in the camp they had just destroyed.

As most of them had gathered their weapons and wiped away the blood, Wild had come leaping down from the treetops with Legend following after at a more sedate pace. Wind wondered if that was because of the Vet’s arthritis is because of the huge hat on his head.

“Nice accessories, do some shopping while we were down here fighting?” Wars snarked, huffing a laugh at the vet as Legend’s feet touched the earth again.

Indigo blue snapped at the captain as Legend adjusted the pointed cap. “No time for that when I have you all to keep an eye on.”

Twilight sniggered. “What’s with the hat, Ledge?”

“Yeah!” Wind bounded up to the older hero, eyes wide as he looked at the strange accessory. “Where did you get that?”

“Is that one of the things you got on your last adventure?” Four mused, sparking further excitement in the sailor, if it was, than maybe Legend would actually be willing to tell them more about it!

“Yeah, is it?”

No one addressed the confused stares of the taller heroes as their three shortest members conversed.

“Yeah,” Legend lifted the hat off and brushed at its brim in a clearly fond display; if he even attempted to say anything about hating his adventure again Wind was not going to believe him, not after that smile. “A Kolkiri hat, made to aid archers and help them shoot more arrows. I don’t usually use it, but it helps when you need to take out more than one enemy at once.”

“You could just learn to shoot better.” Wild chuckled, plucking at the hats brim only to have the garment whisked out of reach by a glaring veteran.

“I can shoot well; this just helps me see better because it blocks the freaking sun.”

“Kolkiri you say?” Time mused, stepping forwards to peer at the pointed green cap.

“Sure, you didn’t just steal it off of a witch?” Wars teased.

“No witch could replicate this sort of quality,” And if there wasn’t pride in his voice than Wind would eat his boots. “Not even the finest tailors in all of Hytopia could imitate it, and they’ve tried.” Legend spun the hat in his hands before popping it back on top of his head. “Don’t know the tailor, but what I wouldn’t give to learn their tricks. Kolkiri know what they’re doing, and they do it better than most Hylian craftsmen.”

Time was smirking, and Wind really wanted to know why. “You should see the tunics they can make.”

Legend returned the smirk. “Oh, I have, I own one.”

“As do I,” Their resident old man chuckles. “Although I doubt I could fit in it any longer.”

Wind giggles, trying to imagine Time in the clothes he’s seen on the spirits of the kolkiri, it’s hard, what with how big their leader is.

“Hat might fit you though.” And as the words ring through the air, Legend is already reaching up to pull the brim of his pointed hat over Time’s face. Their leader chuckles, brushing Legend off and adjusting the hat to sit more securely on his head.

Somehow, Time looks more comfortable in the hat than he does in his armor, and even though the two clash terribly, he doesn’t seem to mind, a light smile gracing his features as they set off again.

It’s a few days before Legend brings out another item from his collection of clothes, and when he does, it’s only after the others have drifted off to sleep. Wind would have been sleeping too, but you can only stay awake so long when your mind replays the horrors of the past, and Wind can only watch in silence for so long as giant ocean-monsters attempt to destroy those he loves the most. Tetra’s scream echoes in his own cracking voice as he startles awake.

The stars shine brightly overhead, brighter still as they blur from his tears. Despite what the others might say, or the confident way he tries to convey himself, Bellum frightens him, even now, and everything he had to deal with on that adventure... it weighs heavy on his mind.

A strangles sob escapes him as he sits up to bury his head in his knees, arms wrapped tight around his legs as he tries to shake of the after-effects of the dream.

That’s all it was, after all, just a dream.

Just like the Ocean King, like Lineback, like everything else in that world had been.

It’s just a dream.

“Hey,” Legend’s voice is soft and almost lost in his sobs and the crackling of the fire, but Wind is used to listening for even the softest of sounds in the night; be it due to Aryl having a night-terror –her own dreams aren’t free from their adventure- or someone sneaking around to make trouble. “Sailor, you all good?”

It’s clear he’s not, and he knows that, so Legend really has no business asking, but at the very least he isn’t being told to stop being a baby. “’m okay.” His own voice betrays him and Wind wants to sigh in irritation. Usually, he’d pout and groan at the way his voice cracks, but right now he doesn’t have the emotional or mental strength to do anything about it.

There’s shifting from across the camp, and even though his head is still pressed against his raised knees, he sees a flicker of golden pink in the firelight as Legend crouches down before him.

Thank Hylia the vet doesn’t sit back on his ankles, Wind doesn’t want to know if he’s not wearing shorts under that skirt of his.

“None of that now, what’s eating you?” It’s a weird term, especially coming from Legend, who’s usually so clipped and professional in his speech, and Wind can’t help but huff out a short laugh.

“Nothing,” His hand dashes across his eyes, wiping the tears away, only to have more of them prick at the corners. “Go back to watch, I’m fine.”

“And Twilight is a dog person.” Legend drawls. “Look, if you have an emotional moment or whatever, you’ll be tired as shit when we have to leave in the morning. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel keen on dealing with another Sky.” It’s rough and gruff, but in a way that reminds him of Lineback rather than make him upset.

“I’m fine, just...” He dwells on his next words for a moment. He’s not scared, not really. It’s just the aftershock of a too-real dream about another too-real dream. He’s not really sad either, even if the island is gone now, he’s just... “I’m drained.” He whispers, scrubbing his eyes. “I miss everything back at home but,” He pauses, wondering briefly if Legend could even understand what he’s trying to express. “I guess I miss the things that aren’t there too.”

“Like what?” He doesn’t look up, but he knows the exact expression on Legend’s face; brow raised and mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown.

“Places... people. It’s all just dreams but..” He fiddles with the end of his blanket. “I miss the warmth of them I guess, miss the sea and the islands, even the fake ones, they were so... comforting.” He chuckles, surprising himself with the bitterness that tinges his own voice. “Even if I did spend so much of that time trying not to get killed.”

“Warmth, huh?” Legend hums. There’s a brief pause, one Wind almost takes for Legend rolling his eyes and deciding to leave him to his thoughts, but then there’s a brief rustling and something warm and thick settles over his shoulders as Legend sits at his side. “It’s no pirate uniform, but it still smells like the sea, if that helps at all.”

Wind wants to tease Legend for the sentimentality and love in the action, but when he turns to look at the Vet, his gaze falls instead on the royal blue coat that has been draped around his shoulders.

Too-long sleeves fall to fold at his waist while the rest of the long coat trails and puddles around him, rich, warm fabric blocking out the night chill. It’s a lovely coat, but it’s painfully familiar, and Wind finds himself running his fingers over the stitching and inspecting every detail with a precision that he only ever shows to his swordsmanship and sailing.

His eyes don’t fool him either, the coat is an exact copy of Lineback’s own.

“Where... where did you get this?”

“Like it?” The vet chuckles softly. “Hytopian tailors. It’s a sea-coat, made to aid traveling sailor’s in searching for treasure. Don't ask me how it works though,” A ringed hand waves lazily overhead. “I could never make sense of it all. What matters is that it’s warm, not even the ocean can chill you in that thing, and trust me,” Buck teeth and small canines shouldn’t look so chilling, but Legend’s smile is just that. “It’s tried.”

Wind decides not to push it. There’s no way Legend could know about Lineback, not with the gaps of time and timelines between them. So, instead, he nestles down into the coat, one which bears the promised scent of the sea, with just a hint of smoke and rum to it, and lets his mind drift off again while Legend hums something under his breath.

The vet doesn’t realize he’s humming any less than he realizes Wind is slumping into him, but by the time he does recognize it, Wind is out cold, his head pressed against Legend’s shoulder, the coat still draped over him as he snores softly. Legend doesn’t push down the warmth in his chest as he smiles down at the golden curls, no one will see him anyway. Gnarled fingers decked out with countless rings card through sun-bleached curls as a lilting melody pierces the silence around them, no one will hear it anyway.

In the days to come, Legend allows Wind to don the heavy sea-coat from that night. Warriors makes a comment about poor coordination between fabrics, and while Legend doesn’t seem to disagree, both of the older heroes seem of the opinion that it's for the best he holds onto it, what with the cold and all.

The last switch landed them in the mountains, and while the Hyrule they are in has not yet been confirmed, everyone knows one thing for sure: it’s cold. Wind buries his face in the raised collar of the heavy sea-coat, which, despite being in Legend’s bag for so long and the vet refusing to smoke or sail, much less swig rum, the coat smells of all three, and Wind buries a smile at the thought that maybe Legend didn’t get it new like he’d let on.

It does a good job of keeping him warm though.

He wishes he could say the same for Four.

The poor smithy refuses to be carried, but as snow whips around them as they trek through the knee-high snow, the diminutive smith is left chattering and shivering in their wake.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Legend has something to help with that.

Yes, the vet still isn’t wearing pants, but he doesn’t seem too poorly off, no matter how badly the others shiver. He and Wild only share a look and scoff when Warriors asks through chattering teeth how the two of them aren’t freezing.

“You should see the mountains in my Hyrule.” Wild chuckles brightly.

“Done this before, cold is cold, you get used to it.” Legend grins, swinging his fire-rod.

“N-not all of us c-can s-st-stand the c-c-cold.” Four chatters grumpily, sounding startlingly close to the minish he’s shown Wind in the past. “Jer-jerks.”

The concern on the faces of the taller heroes is obvious, but with Twilight’s teeth chattering nearly madly (the rancher's nose is somehow frozen) and Time wrapped as tight as possible in one of Wild’s extra cloaks, it’s clear most of the others don’t have warm things to spare.

They were separated in landing in this world, and even when they had all been pulling themselves together again it had become clear that there was nothing of Wild’s that could even fit the smithy, and not even the blue scarf that trails over his shoulders seems to be doing much good against the freezing winds.

“Hang on a sec.” legend huffs, already turning to rustle through his bag. The coat he pulls out is ridiculously plushy, and in a soft shade of violet that makes Four chuckle past his chattering teeth. The chattering doesn’t last for much longer though, not when shoves the garment over Four’s head like Wind has done to his sister so many times with the sweaters Granny has knit them. The smithy’s blond hair is mused beyond recognition, chunky and flying every which way as he pushes his face out of the plush, but the healthy flush to his cheeks assures the rest of them that he won’t be freezing any time soon.

“I- Oh...” Whatever Four was about to say cuts off as he looks down at himself. The coat is long, but not too long. Where Wild’s shirts would drown the smithy, a coat made for Legend only brushes against the smithy’s ankles.

Legend smirks. “It prevents slipping too.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it then?” Hyrule questions, the Traveler’s cheeks are rosy in the cold, but borrowed clothes from Wild, while also too big, seem to be keeping him warmer.

Legend winces. “It’s a pain to get off.”

“And inconvenience is enough reason to freeze?”

“Do I look cold to you, captain?” Legend snarks, turning an expectant look on Warriors. “Because I certainly don’t feel it.”

“Stop rubbing it in.” The captain huffs, unfortunately too big to borrow from the others, and now highly irritable from the cold. His scarf is still on Four, and if what Legend says is right about the coat, Wars won’t be getting it back for a while, leaving the poor captain to shiver as he clings to another fire-rod.

Four seems comfy enough anyway.

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home | rocky (m)

a/n HAPPY ROCKY DAY EVERYONE!!! I am convinced park minhyuk has the best smile in the world.

{request: what would rocky be like while having a slow passionate vanilla sex with him}

→ pairing: rocky x f!reader

→ genre: smut, fluff

→ word count: 2.3k

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Your POV

You groaned when the bright rays of sunlight infiltrated through your windows, landing directly on your peaceful unsuspecting face. Squinting your closed eyes, you turned to get away from the light, burying your face in your boyfriend's chest.

He hummed slightly at your movement, arms already reaching to secure themselves around your body as he pulled you in closer, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he tried to re-immerse himself in the feeling of sleep.

You relaxed within seconds, a small smile forming on your lips when he kissed the top of your head. The two of you were not asleep, but not really awake either. You don't know how long the two of you laid there just basking in each other's presence. It wasn't until you felt your boyfriend pull back to take a good look at your face when you opened your eyes.

He smiled widely, completely adorned by your puffy eyes which still had the remnants of sleep on them. You blinked a couple times in confusion as he just stared at you, "Was I drooling?"

He laughed, his voice going up an octave, before showering you in little pecks and kisses, marking his mouth all around your face before ending at your lips. You giggled at his attack, eagerly responding when your lips finally made contact. "Morning, Hyukie."

"Good morning baby," He whispered against your mouth, the raspiness of his morning voice bringing shivers down your spine. "You're so cute."

"You're so cute." You grinned pecking his cheek, tightening your arms around his torso. Minhyuk chuckled, his hands mischievously running down the sides of your body before tickling at your waist, a shriek leaving you in surprise. "Minhyuk!"

"Hehe, I love you." He said sweetly before untangling himself from your body, tucking you in with the blanket and pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. "Where are you going?"

Minhyuk smiled at the whine in your tone as he retrieved a new pair of shorts from the drawers, covering up his bare lower-half, "I'm gonna make us breakfast baby."

"Do you want help?" You asked, immediately making the movement to get up. Your boyfriend only shook his head, "Get a little more sleep y/n, you must have been tired from last night."

"Cocky." You scoff as the corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smirk, "Let me know when you're done and I'll come out, 'kay?"

Minhyuk nodded, blowing you a hand kiss before leaving the bedroom and situating himself in the kitchen.

--

"Baby, breakfast's ready." Minhyuk said as he gently shook you awake. Yawning, you rubbed your eyes furiously to try and fully wake yourself up, stretching out your arms as you finally got out of bed. Your boyfriend grinned at your actions, hand grazing against your waist as you paddled around the room for some clothes, slipping on one of Minhyuk's shirts that you found on his desk. "Mmm, it smells good Hyukie! What did you make?"

"Just some eggs and pancakes." He said intertwining your hands together as you walked out of the room. You smiled at the display on the table, cooing at your boyfriend for his hard work, "Aww you made the pancakes heart-shaped, that's so cute!"

"Yeah," Minhyuk said shyly, a small blush on his face. You felt your heart burst at his adorable reaction, wow you loved this man. Excitedly, you sat down at the table, Minhyuk taking his place across from you as you both started to dig into the food.

After eating, you took the task of washing the dishes, it was the least you could do since Minhyuk was the one who cooked the breakfast. He blasted some music from his speaker as background noise, clearing the table while giving you a little show of exaggerated dance moves. You laughed at his antics, endeared at how goofy he was after refueling on some food.

"Why are you laughing?" He grinned wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. You shook your head casually as you focused your attention back the sink, “You’re just cute.”

Minhyuk chuckled pressing a short kiss to your neck as he watched you wash the dishes, waiting patiently for you to finish. 

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Today was a free day for the both of you, nothing on either of your schedules, and you planned to keep it that way. You loved going out and having fun with your boyfriend, but nothing beats just staying in and doing nothing with him.

“Did you have a high school boyfriend, y/n?” He asked curiously. You hummed in affirmation, lowering the volume of the television as you answered him. “Yeah, but we broke up first semester of college. If this movie is realistic, Lara Jean and Peter would break up in four months tops.”

“I think it’s romantic,” He shrugged snuggling closer to you. “Who knows? Maybe they’re different.”

Giggling, you reached up and lightly patted his cheek, “Your idea of love is admirable, Hyukie. Most high school relationships don’t work out through college. I mean look at mine, look at Myungjun’s too.”

“Yeah, I’m thankful for yours though,” He said, “if you and your ex didn’t break up, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Exactly.” You nodded shifting your body to face him. Minhyuk smiled softly at you, a sparkle of adoration in his eyes when you puckered your lips out for a kiss. Gladly, he granted your wish, putting all of his emotions into it, completely taking your breath away. “Minhyuk...”

“I love you y/n,” He said sweetly, moving the strands of hair out of your face. “Seriously, meeting you has probably been the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“I love you too,” You said with a gentle smile, “I didn’t think I would believe in love again, if it wasn’t for you.”

Without saying another word, Minhyuk’s lips were on yours again, moving his body so that he was hovering over you. The air was palpable, movie now long forgotten as your focus was on Minhyuk, and Minhyuk only. Your lips moved slowly and languidly, but passionately. 

He took his time with his kiss, as if he was telling you just how much he loved and cherished you through it. You gasped as his teeth dug into your bottom lip, his tongue sneaking through the opening and exploring the cavern of your mouth. You keened in approval, hands snaking around his neck to pull him closer. 

Minhyuk slipped his hands under his shirt that you were wearing, running them up and down your sides, your skin feeling like fire. Your fingers wove through the growing black tufts of his hair, fisting lightly at the base of his neck, causing a little groan to come from the man above you. 

You panted as he pulled away, getting some oxygen back into your lungs. He stared at you intensely, eyes swimming of lust and love as he drank in your glazed expression and flushed cheeks. He thought you were stunning, and this was just from a kiss. 

You moved your hands desperately to his shorts, wanting him to quickly rid himself of the offending piece of clothing. Your boyfriend only chuckled and gently grabbed your wrists, “No rush baby, I wanna take my time with you.”

“Can you at least take your shorts off?” You whined, to which he shook his head, “After I eat you out.”

You blushed at his words, unable to say anything as he suddenly moved south until he was face to face with your cunt. Minhyuk pushed the shirt up to reveal your stomach, kissing the space under your belly button once before hooking his arms under your thighs. 

Your breath hitched as he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, humming at the wetness that already accumulated. In an instant, he delved in, his nose tickling at your clit as he moved his tongue over your cunt, tasting everything that you had to offer him. 

Minhyuk knew how to work his mouth almost as well as he knew how to work his hips, and it always showed when he went down on you. He ate you out like you were a fucking five-star meal, savoring your reactions as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. 

You cursed as his lips latched around your clit and sucked, the sensation making your head spin as your legs started thrashing, threatening to close around his head if it wasn’t for his arms keeping them open. You moaned out his name as you felt your stomach tighten, only for the feeling to go away so quickly as he got up and sat back on his knees, licking his lips clean of your arousal. 

You stared at him in shock, betrayed at your denied orgasm. Minhyuk only smirked at your expression, nodding at you to remove the shirt as he pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing out of its confines. “Don’t look at me like that baby.”

“You fucking tease!” You frowned, begrudgingly removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. He laughed and pecked your lips, fingers deftly pinching your nipples, making you let out a little moan. “I’m sorry baby, you know I like pushing you to the edge.”

You huffed a bit, putting on a little act even though you had no problem with his edging at all. Maybe in the moment right after, you got frustrated, but it always led to a better orgasm in the end, so you had no reason to complain. Minhyuk only smiled at you, amused at how you were trying to be passive even though he saw the pleasure in how your body was reacting to his touch. 

He lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly dragging it up and down to gather some lubrication. “Are you still pouting at me, baby?”

“M-Maybe,” You stuttered, your patience running thin with his teasing. “Minhyuk, I swear if you don’t p–oh fuck”

He sucked in a breath as he bottomed out in one go, the tight squeeze of your walls making him light headed. Stilling his hips to bask in the initial feeling, he buried his face in your neck, teeth nibbling into the skin as you clutched onto his forearms. “Shit, y/n, if I died right now, I would die a happy man.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you, hitting his arm in response, “you’re such a dork, but I love you.”

“I love you more,” He said, voice muffled by your skin as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You sighed in pleasure at the movement, your nails digging into his arms at the precise aim of his cock. 

You both knew how fast and rough Minhyuk could be–last night was a testament to that. But just as he said, he was taking his time with you. And in a way, Minhyuk going deliberate and thorough only intensified the feeling. The slow drag of his cock against your walls allowed you to feel every inch of pleasure.

Your body was hypersensitive to everything, especially after his tongue’s earlier onslaught on your cunt. All you could see, feel, and hear was Minhyuk. You were craving him, you needed him. No one could make you feel this love and heat except Minhyuk.  

In an overwhelming burst of emotion, you nudged his face with your nose, chasing his lips in a fiery passionate kiss. He responded just as eager, the rapid movement of your mouths a complete opposite of the steady thrusts of his cock. Minhyuk moaned into your mouth, you were intoxicating him, the clenching of your walls giving him an absolute high.

“Minhyuk, I-I’m close.”

Your stomach was getting tighter, your ears starting to ring as your orgasm grew near. He groaned, trailing kisses down your jaw as he began to pick up his pace.

“Let go for me, baby.”

You opened your mouth in a scream, the sudden change in speed allowing him to drill deeper into your cunt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the band of your orgasm snapped, moaning out his name like a mantra.

“Fuck,” he cursed as the flutter of your walls constricted his cock, the male starting to chase his own orgasm as well. You keened, back arching into his chest, as he thrusted into you without restraint, prolonging your pleasure as he started to reach his high. 

The grip he had on your waist was bruising, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when you felt so euphoric, not when Minhyuk literally groaned so pornographically in your ear as he released his load deep in the depths of your cunt. You clenched your hardest as he came, your grip intensifying his orgasm tenfold.

“I love you,” You panted when you felt his cock start to soften inside of you. Minhyuk lifted his head from where it lay against your neck, the post-orgasm glow on his features as he met your eyes, “and I love you y/n, so much.”

You smiled tiredly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you exchanging more short confessions of love in between breaths, whispering as if it was a secret that only you two knew.

Although his cock was now flaccid, he still remained inside you, the feelings of your bodies connected uniting your beings together, the closest you could be to each other.

Minhyuk nuzzled his nose against yours, a cute smile on his face as he stared at you. His eyes were so full of love and promise. You could see everything in them, his dreams, his passions, but more importantly you could see your future and the home that the two of you would build together.

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2-25-21

#HAPPY ROCKY DAY #im a dumb bitch and didn't add any tags right when i posted #but i love rocky #you love rocky #minhyuk #rocky #astro rocky #park minhyuk #astro #rocky scenarios #rocky fluff #rocky smut #rocky au #astro scenarios #astro fluff #astro smut #astro au #minhyuk scenarios #minhyuk fluff #minhyuk smut #minhyuk au

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Their best sexual characteristic | Haikyuu!! Headcanons 』

Part 2/?

Characters: female!reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sugawara Kōshi, Bokuto Kōtarō

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), 18+, headcanons, imagines, explicit descriptions of sex

Attention: All characters in this series are aged up to be at least 18+

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Some of my best boys in this one. Who am I kidding? They're all my best boys. Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Imo~

Ushijima Wakatoshi

» His power & stamina

You've seen him on the court. This man can go full throttle for hours at a time

Getting dicked down by him is no different

His libido isn't as high as you'd like, so it's not all that often you get the experience, but when you do–

Holy moly, does he make up for it

We're talking round after round, railing you raw until you can't walk straight

I mean, you just know this guy is packing some major heat in the dick department

He keeps up a brutal, relentless rhythm, with so much power behind it that you're scared the bed is going to severely dent the wall

'Severely' because it already has

Your dorm neighbours frequently have to bang on the walls and yell for you to keep the noise down

It's hard, rough and primal, satiating a deep, lustful need for you and only you

His eyes burn into you as a devilish grin begins to spread across his face, driving you closer and closer to orgasm

It's an expression he rarely shows, but when he does, it send shivers to your core

When he finishes, he tends to fall asleep almost immediately, completely worn out

The sleep is deep and restful; you can tell from how peaceful he looks next to you

Sugawara Kōshi

» His knowledge of toys

The face of an angel, the imagination of a sinner

Suga knows his way around a myriad of artificial delights that push and pull you to orgasm over and over again

He puts his knowledge to good use on a regular basis, either in bed or during the day

Once he asked you, with a sweet, innocent smile, to slip a remote controlled vibrator into your pussy for him omg, yes

You kept it inside you all through the school day, being teased, aroused and primed, hour after hour, until you were finally ready for his cock after school yummy

Vibrators, dildos, beads, handcuffs, paddles, gags – you name it, Suga's got it

And you've tried it

But he doesn't limit the fun to just you, though sharing is caring, ya know

Every now and then, his mood will switch from slightly dominant to submissive, and he'll ask you – no, beg you – tied to the bed with big, watery eyes and a rock hard cock, to fuck him with a fleshlight

You eagerly oblige him, enjoying edging him from near-orgasm to near-orgasm until his pretty cock is trembling, drenched in precum, and ready to burst the tip is bright pink, and you can't convince me otherwise

When you finally straddle him, taking him in all the way to the base until your hips are flush, he's practically crying from how good it feels inside you

You ride him slowly, making sure to squeeze every last inch of his aching cock

He's so sensitive that he cums in under a minute - hard - thanking you over and over in a daze of ecstasy fuck, I want to see it

Bokuto Kōtarō

» He loves eating you out

This guy loves pussy – adores it, and your pussy is the absolute best

He worships the very sight of it

Which is why he's so keen to show his love and appreciation whenever he can by licking, sucking, and exploring every inch of your swollen folds and hardened clit

Boy knows his way around a pussy

He loves watching you writhing and moaning from his touch, holding your hips down with his large hands, a grin on his face and his hard-on pressing against his volleyball shorts hey, hey, hey

He's like a kid in a candy shop. The joy he gets from it is almost too pure

Almost

He loves the taste, the scent, the texture, and feeling how wet you're getting for him

He's the kind of person who says, "Itadakimasu!" before eating pussy, I just know it

Once, when he was in the middle of eating you out, he teased you by lightly nibbling your clit with his teeth

You instinctively grabbed his head and pressed him down into you, knocking you head back as you ran your fingers up through his hair

It turned him on so much he almost came on the spot

He's so eager to eat you out, he'll do it basically anywhere, whether he gets to bury himself inside you after or not man is hungry

Because what's important to him is making his princess feel good uwu

♡°☆°♡°☆°♡

Part 1: Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

#haikyuu!! #haikyū! #hq! #hq #anime #ushijima wakatoshi #sugawara koshi #bokuto kotaro #smut #hq!! smut #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #imagine #headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headers #imo chan imagines

[winterfrostlovetriangle]

🌧🧡🍬

🌧️ - Top 5 movies to watch on a rainy day:

1. Pride and Prejudice (1995)

2. Picture Perfect (1995)

3. Wives and Daughters

4. Cranford

5. The Courier

🧡 - 3 songs that remind me of Autumn and why:

1. Autumn Leaves are falling down 🤣 - because I learned in grade school and it's a very repetitive song

2. My Paddles Keen and Bright - It was always my favorite song, again in grade school

3. I can't think of another one 😬 Clearly I don't know any grown up songs that remind me of Autumn.

🍬 - All-time favorite candy?

Swedish fish!

#asks #thank you #autumn #autumn asks

[specterchasing-a]

Rescue Me || Eddie & Kyle

TIMING: Friday, June 25th  PARTIES: @darkh0wl​ & @specterchasing​​​ SUMMARY: Kyle’s birthday doesn’t go according to plan. CONTENT WARNINGS: Drowning.

“Almost there,” Eddie said while guiding a blindfolded Kyle by the arm. A brightly colored bag hung from his free hand.

Champlain Falls seemed like an ideal location to celebrate a birthday. Between the picturesque waterfalls and vibrant will-o’-the-wisps, Eddie hoped the beauty it possessed would distract them from the weight of the past few weeks. Just yesterday, Bex’s magic nearly killed them both. Nell’s grief, a side effect of the incident, continued tugging at Eddie’s heart. It told him to make sure the people he cared about knew how important they were to him.

“Okay,” Eddie muttered, stopping near a large pool of water. Far enough away that they could speak without shouting, waterfalls roared. Between here and there, rainbow orbs floated above the shimmering water. He reached for the blindfold and gingerly untied it. “Happy fuckin’ birthday,” he gleefully announced as he shoved the bag of gifts into Kyle’s arms. Inside, a plush wolf with black fur pressed against a guide on how to cope with anger issues.

“I did what I could on such short notice,” Eddie explained as his hands delved into his front pockets. “Don’t take the gifts too seriously.”

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble,” Kyle said for the eighth time since being blindfolded. “I just wanted to hang out.” Even through his protests, he grinned. The previous day had been...a lot. Kyle could still feel the ache of the desk in his ribs. He didn’t really have any clue how things were going now, but he couldn’t worry too much when Eddie had brought him all the way—well, he had no idea where he was. 

Kyle barely had a second for his eyes to adjust to the sudden light of the will-o’-the-wisps before Eddie was thrusting a bag into his hands. “Eddie,” he protested, but dutifully opened the back anyway. The wolf was cute, and the book elicited a genuine laugh from Kyle; he couldn’t remember when he had last laughed like that. Everything had been one thing after the other. “I love this, thank you so much.” Gently, he punched Eddie in the bicep. He looked out on the water, mouth falling open absently. “Woah…”

The will-o’-the-wisps flickered and danced across the surface of the water in a way Kyle could only liken to Christmas lights or fireworks. He’d never seen anything like them. He had to fight the urge to howl, cutting one off as it threatened to bubble up. Without realizing it, he started walking towards the water’s edge. “Are they rainbow?” he asked, still staring out at the water.

Eddie shrugged coyly just before Kyle’s fist connected with his arm. “Ow, fucker,” he laughed. A teasing comment about werewolf strength’s effect on light-hearted roughhousing died on the tip of his tongue as he watched his friend react to the scenery. A sense of pride washed over Eddie at the realization that his plans were going over well.

He carefully followed Kyle’s every step, placing a hand on his chest when he decided they were close enough to the edge. “Yeah, they’re rainbow,” Eddie confirmed with gently furrowed brows. Was Kyle color-blind? “Pretty as they are, you don’t wanna follow them. I mean, unless you feel like celebrating your birthday by disappearing off the face of the earth.” As fun as that sounded, Eddie preferred the idea of keeping Kyle safe. 

Kyle looked down at the edge in surprise. He hadn’t realized he was so close until Eddie was stopping him. “I didn’t know I was following them,” he mumbled, looking back up at the lights and getting lost again. “What are they?” He could tell what colors they were maybe supposed to be, but could only really see yellow and blue. “They’re beautiful,” he said, tearing his eyes away and looking at Eddie. “Um, werewolves are mostly colorblind, I guess. But don’t worry, this is great!”

He looked back out at the lights, and the howl that he’d been suppressing finally made itself known. He threw his head back with it, but then clapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he squeaked. His whole face flushed a bright pink. “It’s a werewolf thing, but I didn’t think I was going to do it!”

“Will-o’-the-wisps,” Eddie said as he dared a glance in their direction. In the past, it took everything he had to resist the urge to follow them. Looking at them now, the compulsion barely registered. He wondered what had changed. “They lure unsuspecting victims to… something, I don’t really know. Maybe it’s different for everyone.” His eyes returned to Kyle as he explained how werewolves perceived color.

“Great,” Eddie replied sarcastically. “Next, you’ll tell me that werewolves have an aversion to water.” It wouldn’t surprise him. For whatever reason, a good number of people in his life didn’t fare well when wet.

Eddie nearly jumped when Kyle howled. As soon as he realized what was happening, he couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling in his chest. His hand fell from Kyle’s chest as he tried using his fingers to obfuscate his smile. “Don’t—don’t apologize,” he insisted while laughter shook his shoulders. “Actually, can you do it again? I’m kinda digging the whole ‘primal nature’ thing.” 

Kyle hadn’t heard of will-o’-the-wisps, but he was fascinated. He didn’t want to be an unsuspecting victim, but they compelled him to keep moving towards them. The water wasn’t all too fast here, but Kyle couldn’t easily estimate how deep it was. It could be mere inches or several feet, just off the shoreline. He stared down at the water, contemplating.

Eddie’s comment about water pulled his attention. “Oh, no, no water aversion here.” Eddie didn’t need to know that Kyle couldn’t swim. He was embarrassed enough about howling in front of his friend. He swatted at Eddie playfully, but less gentle this time. “Shut up,” he said, pouting. “It happens at stop lights sometimes. I don’t even know why, but I can’t help it.” He swallowed high-pitched keen as the threat of howling again made itself known. Kyle couldn’t stop looking at the lights. They were tempting him to take just one...more...step…

His foot slipped. Unlucky for Kyle, the water was most definitely not a few inches deep. It was much deeper than that, and he was plunging into it. He dropped the birthday gifts by Eddie’s feet as he reached out for something to grab.

Eddie opened his mouth to whine about Kyle’s less-than-gentle swatting, but quickly changed gears when he saw him take another step towards the water’s edge. “Kyle, don’t—” His warning cut-off as he watched his friend lose his footing and nearly succumb to the water below. Eddie fell to his knees in front of Kyle and between the discarded gifts that were now partially covered in mud. His knees dug into the soft earth as he reached forward and tried to pull him to safety. 

Eddie’s eyes widened in horror as Kyle began slipping from his grasp. “No—no, no, no,” he chanted. At the very least, neither of them had an aversion to water. Kyle could swim if he had to, but Eddie didn’t know whether or not something sinister lurked beneath the water’s surface. Frankly, he couldn’t afford to find out.

Eddie did what he could, but Kyle struggled and kicked, trying and failing not to panic. The water was cold as Kyle slipped beneath the surface. He sank for a long moment and lost his sense of direction as he thrashed. The water at the surface was still, only broken by bubbles as Kyle continued to panic.

After a moment that felt like hours, Kyle’s head popped up a few feet away from where he had fallen. He coughed and sputtered, eyes wide. He dipped back under and popped up again a few more feet away. On his best day, Kyle could doggy paddle to keep his head above water. Now, his brain retained no sense of self preservation. He kicked his way back towards Eddie, struggling to stay above water.

Eddie bolted upright when Kyle sunk into the water. A few will-o’-the-wisps flitted away in response to the disturbance. Panic set in as Kyle’s head reemerged; he didn’t look like someone who could swim. “No aversion to water my ass,” Eddie hissed through clenched teeth. He dug his hands into his back pockets and haphazardly tossed his phone and wallet into nearby grass without paying attention to where they landed.  A moment later, he jumped into the water.

Eddie’s legs propelled him forward with forceful kicks. When he heard thrashing beneath the surface, he knew Kyle couldn’t be far. He resurfaced next to him with a gasp. “Hold on, I’ve got you!” he sputtered, positioning himself behind Kyle. Eddie’s arms slipped underneath his friend’s and tightly locked their bodies together. He only needed to get them back to land, but the difficulty of such a task would be determined by what called the waterfalls their home. Eddie internally begged for mercy as carried Kyle through the water with their backs to their destination.

Something grabbed ahold of Kyle from behind, and he didn’t immediately know what it was. He fought against the grip, twisting about in an attempt to break free. Belatedly, he realized it was Eddie that was holding him. Kyle opened his mouth to tell Eddie that he couldn’t swim, but got a mouthful of water instead. He coughed hard, choking on it. 

Kyle bobbed with Eddie, kicking in a feeble attempt to help them get safely to shore. Through his coughs, he gasped for air and hyperventilated. Something primal inside him awakened, but the fear of drowning kept it at bay. He probably should’ve mentioned that he couldn’t swim, but he hadn’t wanted Eddie to feel bad about the choice of venue. Now, it seemed silly, at best, to have not mentioned.

It didn’t matter that Kyle kept the truth to himself, it only mattered that Eddie needed to get them to safety. They kicked in tandem against the water for a while, unbothered by the water’s inhabitants. It seemed like neither of them would lay claim to a watery grave until Kyle’s body went limp in his arms. The weight nearly dragged Eddie under, but he fought tirelessly to keep them on course.

When they reached land, Eddie pulled Kyle in front of him and pressed his feet against the waterlogged riverbank for leverage. He hoisted his friend’s body onto land as best he could before pulling himself out of the water next to him.

Eddie wasted no time in positioning himself above Kyle and gently gripping his jaw. Despite only ever having seen mouth-to-mouth resuscitation performed by actors, he immediately lowered his lips onto Kyle’s.

Kyle was convinced they were sinking. They were sinking and Eddie was going to die and it was his fault. He couldn’t tell if it was the truth or the anxiety, but he was pretty sure his kicks were pulling them down, not out. So he stopped. He stopped fighting, mentally begging Eddie to not do the same. Kyle wasn’t exactly against the idea of death, but Eddie was here with him. He didn’t want anyone else to suffer on his behalf. That,. and he was certainly against a watery death. He held his breath and waited. 

When they were on land, Kyle didn’t dare open his eyes. What if he saw the lights and went back into the water? What if he saw Eddie and died on the spot for being such a lame ass nerd? He had swallowed enough water that his stomach sloshed with it, but he was alive. When he felt something against his lips, his eyes flew open. Was Eddie giving him mouth-to-mouth? Kyle’s hand shot up to the back of Eddie’s head and he threaded his fingers through the medium’s hair. He gave his hair a gentle yank to pull him away.

“Y’know, Carridine,” Kyle rasped, panting. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.”

The feeling of fingers in his hair caused Eddie’s to fly open. Frozen in shock, he didn’t pull away until Kyle tugged his head back. “I didn’t—that’s not what—” His cheeks skipped past pink and turned bright red. Essentially, Kyle had just admitted to not minding the idea of kissing him. The thought of Alfie squashed Eddie’s chances of returning the sentiment but, under different circumstances—no, absolutely not. He couldn’t think about that right now.

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I thought you were dead, asshole,” he said as he sat upright. “I told you not to follow them, and what did you do? You followed them.” He would’ve shoved Kyle, or at least swatted at him, but he knew yesterday must have left him with plenty of unseen injuries. Eddie wanted to scold him, not send him to the hospital. “Why didn’t you tell me you can’t swim?” 

His expression softened into a frown as he let out a long exhale. “I can’t lose you, okay?” Even if they didn’t talk as much as Eddie would have liked, he cared about Kyle. With Nell’s grief stirring within him, he couldn’t stand the thought of death taking him too. “So, you’re gonna have to be more careful.” Eddie knew he sounded like a hypocrite and he didn’t care.

“Woah, woah,” Kyle said, holding up his hands in a sign to calm down. “Slow down, tiger, I’m joking.” He pushed himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan. Eddie was red and Kyle started thinking about kissing him for real. His cheeks reddened again and he coughed.

“I didn’t mean to follow them, I—I don’t know what happened. It’s like I couldn’t control my feet anymore.” He looked out at the water and even now, something in his chest wanted him to follow the lights. Kyle stared at the will-o’-the-wisps for a moment too long, but shook his head and looked back at Eddie. “You didn’t ask,” he said, frowning. “You asked if I have an aversion to water and I don’t. I just can’t swim.” The clarification felt stupid now. Rectangles and squares.

Eddie was being sweet and Kyle honestly didn't expect it. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice softening as he averted his gaze. “I—I’m trying to be more careful. About a lot of things. Too many people need me.” He cleared his throat when it felt like it was closing up. “But, hey, that means you have to be careful, too, Carridine.” He fixed Eddie with a serious gaze, his jaw tight. “I’m so fucking tired of bad shit happening to people I care about.”

When Kyle’s gaze drifted to the water, Eddie reached out and guided it back to him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded. It didn’t occur to him that Kyle was already beginning to turn his head away from the will-o’-the-wisps by the time he barked his insistence. Eddie’s anxiety left him too trigger-happy to take a chance. Kyle spun an excuse, to which he immediately rolled his eyes. 

“You and me both,” Eddie said with underlying exhaustion. The amount of people to receive promises of safety from him couldn’t be counted on one hand. One of those people no longer had a pulse. “I’m trying too… kind of.” Eddie chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment.

“I’m not mad at you, by the way,” he said softly. “This shit’s hard.” Eddie’s shoulders raised in an agitated shrug. “Life is hard. It shouldn’t be, but it is. And I—I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Whenever you feel like following the pretty lights or doing something else equally reckless, let me know and I’ll pull you out of the water all over again. Every time, if I can.”

“Always,” Kyle quipped with a wink. He could still feel the heat in his cheeks as he watched the yellow and blue lights dance across Eddie’s face. Eddie looked just as tired as Kyle felt. “Keep trying,” he commanded softly. “I refuse to lose you, too.”

He was too nice. Eddie was too nice for his own damn good. “That’ll get you hurt, you know,” Kyle chided, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Life is hard. And I’m here for you, too, whenever you need me. Don’t get yourself hurt on my behalf, but… If I could swim, this wouldn’t be an issue.” He slid a hand down his face and chuckled. “I care about you, Carridine. Don’t make me regret that.”

Eddie playfully glared at Kyle. It felt an awful lot like they were flirting, and he hated that he didn’t mind the attention. It seemed harmless, at least. Eddie doubted Kyle harbored any genuine feelings for him, especially considering he wasn’t out of the closet yet. Surely, he only intended to tease him. Friends did that; tease each other.

He grinned softly when Kyle mentioned feeling the same way. “There’s still time to get lessons,” he offered. At this point, Eddie would gladly be the one to teach him if it kept the events of today from repeating in the future. “Cross my heart, I’ll make you glad you took a chance on me.” 

Eddie stood up and collected the gifts from the water’s edge. “We should probably get you out of here before the lights draw you back in. Plus, I’m drenched and you smell like a wet dog.” He stood next to Kyle and offered him his free hand. “There’s still a few hours before the full moon rains on our parade. Wanna go back to your place?”

A grin spread across Kyle’s face, that he couldn’t contain. Every time Eddie looked uncomfortable with flirting, it added years to Kyle’s life. He didn’t have real feelings, this is just what friends did. It was fine. As a friend, Kyle could notice how Eddie’s eyes twinkled in the lights. He could think about how warm Eddie’s lips had felt against his own. It was fine. He swallowed a lump in his throat and chuckled. “You’re gonna teach me how to swim?” he asked, skeptically. “And you’re gonna save me when I drown again?”

Kyle rose to his feet beside Eddie. “What time is it?” he asked, brow furrowing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket—oh, shit. He pulled his phone...out of his pocket… “Do you have rice at your place?” His phone was fucked otherwise, and he’d nearly lost his phone three times this year already. “Otherwise, can we get rice somewhere before we go back to mine?” They would have to hurry. Kyle still had plans for the night before the full moon rose. He should text Nell, but that was not going to happen if his phone was fried.

“Mhm,” Eddie confirmed with a nod. “Just means we get to hang-out more often, which is a ‘win’ in my book.” He liked spending time with Kyle, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. It occurred to him that he could use more friends who actually liked having him around and didn’t lecture him constantly.

A frown tugged at the corners of Eddie’s mouth. He scanned the surrounding area for his phone, rushing to it when he finally found it. “Uh, I think I do,” he murmured as he checked the time. “But we don’t have as much time as I hoped.” 

“If it’s an emergency, you can use mine.” Eddie looked up from the screen. “Either way, we’re gonna want to book it.” Between the shower he desperately needed, wanting to prolong his time with Kyle, and making sure they parted ways safely, their schedule looked pretty tight.

Eddie wanted to hang out with Kyle? His stomach flipped, but he couldn’t tell if that was the amount of water he’d drank or the butterflies. “Alright, you’re on,” he said, and knocked his shoulder against Eddie’s. This meant more to him than he cared to admit.

The small smile that teased the corners of Kyle’s lips faded at Eddie’s comment about the time. “Uh, it’s not an emergency, but—do you know where Nell Vural lives? I really need to see her before the moon rises.” He glanced up at the sky as it began to  shift from a burnt sienna into a deep purple. They were cutting it way closer than comfortable. “If you could actually take me there, that would be ideal.” Kyle hadn’t been using the wolfsbane exactly as intended and had used the last of it the night before to keep the wolf tranquilized. If he didn’t have it tonight… “Let’s go.”

Eddie immediately retaliated by shoving Kyle with his own shoulder but, instead of immediately breaking contact between them, he continued to lean against him for a few moments. Being out in the water left him exhausted, and it felt good to have help remaining upright. Besides, Eddie never was one to shy away from physical affection. “Bet,” he replied simply.

“Nell?” Eddie questioned, trying to hide his disappointment. “Yeah, I know where she lives.” Kyle would be shifting soon, he didn’t need to be around for that. When it came to full moons, he tried to remind himself that the werewolf would know best, and he shouldn’t take the decision personally. “Yeah, let’s go,” he echoed before leading the way to his car.

#c: kyle #wickedswriting #rescue me #drowning tw

[rock-cedar-mosquito]

#my photos #what i did on my holidays #my paddle's keen and bright

[eezy-breezey]

Ping Pong Tuesdays

It was a rainy Tuesday in Gotham, which for the diverse youths of the Batfamily meant only one thing. Ping Pong Tuesday.

Ping Pong Tuesdays are a Bi-weekly game hosted by each of the kids at their various headquarters, hide outs or just Dick's old and kind of stale smelling apartment.

This weeks game was to be hosted by Jason.

Tim, Cass and Steph all stood in the back alley to Jason's safehouse. It smelt of beer and urine, most likely from the patrons of the nearby bars. In front of the trio was a large steel door, which looked almost rusted shut, bolts all around the edges of it. To any drunk passerby the door would seem no different than any other, possibly a back entrance into a secret and elusive nightclub, although no one had ever checked.

Tim shuffled his feet, his shoes sticking to the ground. "Why does Jay continue to live here? There are much better hideouts that aren't as sticky."

"It fits his aesthetic" Steph shrugged. Sitting atop her blonde hair was a large golden crown, and a sash that read 'Ping Pong Queen', she had sewed it herself.

Cass stepped forward and pressed one of the bolts on the edge of the door, 3 from the left and 12 from the right. A panel on the door moved, a retinal and fingerprint scanner both slid out from the panels place. Cass moved her eye and finger into position, a green light flashes from the warning light above the door in it's alcove. Clunking and screeching sounds from the locking mechanism behind the door fill the alley. Cass looked back to Tim and Steph, still awkwardly standing in the alley, "Let's go."

The trio made their way upstairs, passing bright red motorbikes, alien tech that flashed and sparkled under the blinking ceiling light, a large weaponry case which sat open in the corner, with bows, arrrows, guns and an axe or two hastily thrown in.

As they continued up the dark staircase voices and sounds became clearer. "I said put me DOWN, TODD!" Tim threw his head back slightly at the sound of Damian's voice. Their relationship had admittedly improved within the last 6 months, yet there was something about his voice that caused Tim to roll his eyes and groan at the slightest sound of it.

Steph reached forward and opened the door to the apartment. Jason stood with Damian thrown over his shoulders like a fireman, the three couldn't see Damian's face but they had a pretty good idea of what it looked like. Duke sat on a bean bag, laughing and smiling, more so at Dick who was trying unsucessfully to get Damian off Jason's much taller shoulders.

"Peasants, your Queen has arrived!" Steph struck a pose as she walked in, flicking her head and crown back.

"Heeyy guys!" Duke smiled and waved as Cass glided past Tim, who was still dragging his sticky feet along the floor, and through the room.

"Took your time, we almost thought you'd been captured by Kite-man or something."

"Todd, release me. NOW." Jason lifted Damian off his shoulder and handed him like an annoyed little kitten, dangling in the air, to Dick who's arms were now outstretched.

"Alright," Jason clapped his hands together as Tim walked through and Steph squeezed in next to Duke on the bean bag. Cass had hopped onto the ping pong table sitting in the middle of the room. "Tonight, as your gracious host, I vote we play Sting Pong."

"Jay," Dick chimed in, "we are not playing that. It'll just turn into a revenge game like last time." Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Last time they played sting pong Tim left with a welt on his back so large it almost resembled Russia.

"I'm not really keen on another game, my welts lasted over a week."

"I mean, I'm up for it."

"Steph of course you're up for it, you never lose."

"Tim it's not my fault that I'm the Ping Pong Queen."

"It sounds like you're afraid to lose again, Drake."

"YES COME ON LET'S GO!" Jason shot up again, smiling, hands up in the air.

"Um, I wasn't here last time, what's sting pong?" Duke almost had his hand up, like asking a question in class, it's an old, hard habit to break.

At this point Dick's face was in his hands, Damian and Cass had already moved to pick up their paddles ready for the first round. Dick was so tired of being the responsible one. "It's exactly like ping pong Duke, except whoever loses the point has to turn their back around while the other person gets a free shot to hit the ball as hard as possible into them."

Duke's face froze in slight horror, "Why is everything so violent with you guys?" The sound of the ball bouncing on the table back and forth had caught the attention of the other kids. Damian and Cass had already started. They held the longest rally record as they were equally stubborn and competitive.

As their rally continued the speed rose sharply, perspiration had started gathering on Damian's brow. The others had gathered around, watching intently while Jason rummaged through the fridge for drinks. OJ for Dick, Cola for Duke, Rootbeer for Steph, Lemonade for Tim and a beer for himself.

Tick, tick, tick. The ball bounced on the cold concrete floor, Cass stood at one end of the table basking in the glory of it's sound, while Damian had tossed his paddle to the side.

"Damn it!!" He yelled through gritted teeth, he looked up to Cass who motioned with her hand. "Turn." Damian turned his back and lifted his shirt up to his shoulders. In one swift motion the ball had smacked into the middle of Damian's back, a choir of 'ooo's came from around the table as they looked at the red welt that had already started forming. Damian was mumbling something under his breath as Tim tried to hide a little snicker, "probably a curse," Tim mused to Steph and Duke.

Jason picked up Damian's paddle on the floor, placing his glass atop the bar behind them. "Alright Dickie, we're up." Dick moved to Cass and exchanged her paddle for his glass of orange juice. "Okay, okay, alright. But I'm serving."

"Fine by me." Jay was shifting the weight through his feet in readiness for Dick's serve.

They were barely even 3 rallys in when Dick performedone of his signature trick shots, the ball bounced on the table then shot off in the opposite direction. Jason had lost. "FUCK!" Jason yelled. Dick smirked as Jason took his shirt off and turned his back towards Dick. "You wanted to play Little Wing, you have to suffer the consequences of losing."

"Shut it Dick and just hit the- OW!!" A red circle was left on Jason's right shoulderblade as the ball bounced his from his skin.

Dick walked back to join the others on the couch and check on Damian who was still mumbling. Losing wasn't a favourite thing of his. Steph jumped up out of her seat and moved to the table, she had brought her own paddle, it was eggplant to match her Spoiler costume. "Tim, you and me, let's go." Tim groaned in his seat, throwing his head back and sliding slightly forward. "Why me? Duke hasn't played a round yet." "No way, I'm not playing against Steph first round, I'll play Jason."

"See, Tim? Come on, you're up." Tim slid off the couch and up to his feet, walking to the table where Jason had left his paddle. Steph wore the crown and sash for a reason, no one could beat her and no one understands how. Tim believes that Cass easily could, but she enjoys seeing her friend happy as the Ping Pong Queen.

As Steph and Tim started their rally Dick sat next to Duke on the loungechair that had been previously occupied by Tim. "So, how many welts do you guys end up with after one night?"

"Well, normally if it was just 2 people you would keep playing until you had finished a proper match, since there are so many of us we play to one point for the first round so we all get a chance. You tend to end up with at least one welt from everyone. Unless you're Steph of course."

Dick had already grabbed another glass of OJ from the fridge, as Cass had claimed his original one.

"OUCH STEPH!!"

"Sorry! Love you!!"

Tim was rubbing his lower back as he walked back to the group, Damian's demeanour seemed to had changed the instant Tim was hit. A slight smirk on his face now.

"Y'know", Jason started, "last time, Damian walked away with a black eye."

"That's because this game is insane." Duke looked around at the losers rubbing various parts of their backs.

"Wait, if you only hit them on their back, then how did he get a black eye?"

Dick and Damian had already moved to the table to play their round, unaware of the conversation happening on the couches.

Cass barely moved as she continued watching Dick and Damian play, studying how to beat them during the next rounds. "Steph."

"Oh yeah, Steph punched him."

@livia-art and I came up with a little Ping Pong Tuesday HC for the Batfam, so here it is!

#also damn this is my first fic #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #stephanie brown #spoiler #cassandra cain #batgirl #damian wayne #robin #duke thomas #the signal #batfam #batfamily #batfamily headcanons #incorrect batfamily quotes #dc #dc comics #dc characters #batman #bruce wayne #batkids #batfam headcanons

[talesfromtinytonka]

Prompt 10 - Heady - Overboard

(Author's Note: Zadnor/Blades spoilers, some minor Stormblood Spoilers)

Gerolt turned in his sleep as the sounds of an albatross’s call rang high in the sky above him. The blacksmith grumbled and turned in his sleep, the sharply bright sun hitting his darkened face with the intensity of a busy forge. The man had not known the weather in Gangos to be this inhospitable since his arrival at the resistance’s camp, and he certainly was in no mood for it after last night’s celebration. Gerolt turned in place, the swaying of the sands around him making his stomach churn as the man fought for an onze of comfort for his rest. It was not long before he emerged from the battle defeated, his desire to sleep overcome by his annoyance of the conditions he found himself in. The blacksmith sat up shakily, his eyes burning like coals as his vision weakly attempted to merge his double vision down to a single focused point, the man letting out a groan of exhaustion. In his haze, Gerolt attempted to turn and call out to the particularly unremarkable Hrothgar he shared his workstation with. “What was the name again?...Zurvan?....Zadnor? Somethin’ with a Z…” Gerolt thought awkwardly on his companions name before trying to play it cool. “Uh…Z, what the ‘ells going on with the weather this morning?!”

Gerolt waited for the telltale disappointing sighs of his companion, as well as an explanation, but neither seemed to come. The camp sounded oddly quiet, Gerolt thought, as the usual bustle of the crowd seemed to be replaced almost wholly with the rhythmic sounds of ocean waves. Gerolt smeared his black gloves into his eyelids, his skull pounding in cadence with the waves. “Bleedin’ hells…did I really drink enough to warrant this kind of treatment?” Gerolt waited for his body to calm a bit, his eyes adjusting to the rough texture of his gloves before he allowed his hand to move from his face. Gerolt let out a scream of a curse as he finally gained enough sense to look around him: there was no Hrothgar near him. There was nothing at all near him, in fact, save the endless sights of ocean water for malms ahead. Gerolt looked down and found the shifting, wobbling sands beneath him to be naught but a dearly beat-up boat, containing little but his tools and a rather weathered looking rolled up parchment. As Gerolt tried to make sense of his circumstance, he pulled the parchment from its lodged place between the planks of weathered wood and unfurled it. The parchment contained a simple sentence, written in both the languages of Eorzean and what Gerolt presumed to be Hingan. “May you rot in the sea, drink-thief!”

The words dislodged a cloudy memory from Gerolt’s mind, reminding him of the night before. It was at the height of the celebrations of the imperial retreat that Gerolt found his casks and mugs empty. The camp, despite all its joyous excitement, knew the blacksmith for the errant drunkard he was; not one among them providing him a cup from their own reserves. Gerolt was hell-bent on getting a well-deserved drink, however, regardless of where it came from. It was for that reason that the man had found himself snuck onboard a docked ship carrying goods at the makeshift Gangos port, the crew busy far too negligent of their precious offerings left just under the deck. The boxes of wines and casks of aged ale, Gerolt thought, would be easily paid off by the resistance with the resources reclaimed from their hard-earned victory. Gerolt quickly got to work upon the many offerings of the hull, and as his memory ended in fuzziness, the man certainly had an idea of how it would have lead him to the situation he now found himself in. As Gerolt contemplated his next move, the shaky planks of wood beneath him began to let out a dismaying groan, water moving a little too quickly between their cracks with each passing wave of the ocean.

Gerolt surveyed his surroundings once more with increasing worry. Beyond the cloudy skies of the sea, the blacksmith believed he could spot a few notable landmarks of which he had never seen before. Far ahead of him seemed to rise a treacherous looking volcano, the muted glow of lava and smoke rising from its inner reaches into the cloudy skies above. Behind him, he saw some strange structure rising high into the sky; a tower of thick, stone-like boxes, stacked like links in a chain. In both directions Gerolt could not make out the sight of ground beneath them, guessing that their distance was still a far bit too long for the blacksmith to make it by swimming. The man quickly found himself without options, however, as his turning and moving on the boat seemed to quicken its deterioration to the point where water was irreparably permeating the interior. Gerolt looked nervously to the depths of the sea beneath him before throwing caution to the wind and jumping off the sinking boat, opting to swim for as long as he could in the direction of the volcano. The waves were much more fearsome than they had appeared on the boat, each one rolling over the blacksmith and sending him further back from his target as he struggled to move his sluggish body in a way that would at least mimic a decent swimming pattern.

The man was fighting a battle he knew he would lose, and he expected to lose it quick. He felt already a great deal dehydrated from his escapades the night before, and the burning of the sun and salty water had seen to it that his sleep had been abruptly interrupted before it could replenish him any strength for the task ahead. Gerolt swam with the grace of a wounded goobbue, his heavy body struggling to remain above water as his arms began to cramp from overexertion. He had not even managed to catch sight of the base of the volcano when his arms fully gave out, forcing him to pedal in the place in a meager attempt to keep his head above water. “This is it, then.”Gerolt thought. “s’ finally come to this…my drinkin’s finally taken me to my grave.” Gerolt’s legs lost paddling speed as he looked back to his many fumbles and accomplishments in his life: the many things he had crafted and had yet to craft, as well as the many wrongs he had wished to right before his time had come. As Gerolt felt himself sink into the warm blue depths of the sea water, his thoughts turned to his friends, the Warrior of Light, and not least of all to the one he had loved so dearly. “Guess I’m not payin’ that debt off after all…goodbye, Rowena…” Gerolt felt a strange calmness overtake him as he took solace in his fate, allowing himself to sink to the depths below.

When Gerolt had awoken again, he had thought himself to be in some strange resemblance of an afterlife. All around him were the beautiful lights and colors of the sea, the ground beneath him made of sand and stone. He appeared to be in a bubble of some sort, the air completely breathable to him despite the bubble being clearly under the sea he had nearly perished in. Gerolt looked around the dome to find a number of turtle like people living out their lives. The man thought back upon his meeting of such individuals on his way to Gangos, recalling that they called themselves the Kojin. Gerolt sat in breathless amazement at the sight of it all as a particularly official looking Kojin noticed the blacksmith’s consciousness, walking over to him. “It is good to see that you are well, friend. The currents would have carried you even further out were it not for the grace of the Kami. You are safe here, in Tamamizu.” Gerolt turned to the Kojin, taken somewhat aback by the gracefulness of his words as he felt his waterlogged glove rub the back of his bald head. “I thought for sure I was a goner…don’t know how I’m gonna’ repay you for that...thanks.” The Kojin let out a laugh as he kneeled down next to the man. “There’s no need to worry, friend…though I do have a question for you. Your name wouldn’t happen to be Gerolt, would it?” Gerolt looked to the man, surprised to hear his name as a creeping feeling of worry set in his heart.

Gerolt soon learned that the Kojin here had recognized him by his tattoo. His name, he discovered, was synonymous with a particular warrior of “unrivaled strength” who carried a weapon the Kojin regarded as a sacred relic in its own right. Gerolt couldn’t help but let out a grin as he learned of the Warrior of Light’s open commendations of his work. The Kojin were keen-eyed artisans in their own right, collecting heirlooms and trinkets as an important part of their beliefs, and Gerolt could certainly respect that. As the Kojin Gerolt now knew to be named Kabuto spoke with him deeply of the arts of craftsmanship, the man posed a question to the blacksmith. “You need not feel obligated, Gerolt…but would you consider donating a piece of your work to us? Surely the Kami would look upon an offering of yours with delight.” Gerolt seemed surprised to hear the Kojin ask so forwardly. “Yer too kind to an old drunkard like me…the praise ‘n all is appreciated, but do the Kojin really need a weapon like the Warrior of Light’s? It’s a dangerous thing to have…not t’ mention hard to acquire the materials for.” Kabuto shook his head. “We would be beyond honored to have a weapon of yours, Master Gerolt, but it wasn’t what I had in mind...our mutual friend says you’re as adapted at kettles as you are at arms…is that true?” Gerolt stared at the Kojin wide eyed before cracking a laughing grin. “A kettle? That damned’ man…yes, of course I can craft you a Kettle! The best bleedin’ kettle you’ve ever had, no problem at all!”

Gerolt quickly got to work for the Kojin, seeking to repay their rescue of him and their encouraging praise. “Feel’s good to work on somethin’ fer someone that appreciates me, fer once.” As the blacksmith took to the task, he discovered that the Kojin were quite an agreeable bunch by his standards. Aside from their access to all sorts of unique and strange materials from the sea and trade, they seemed to enjoy the revelry of drink and part as much as he did. His first kettle was met with intense appreciation and praise from the people of Tamamizu, who thought so highly of it that it soon found its place beyond the talisman-covered barrier of their shrine. Gerolt didn’t stop there, though, as he soon found that kettles were an object critically missing from the everyday life of the Kojin that lived down here. Gerolt made custom ones for their use, simple in appearance but effective at boiling tea water even in the damp conditions of the underwater city. The Kojin in turn lavished him in exotic wines and alcohols from Kugane, Doma, and even places further beyond such as Nagxia and Bukyo. “I could get used to livin’ in a place like this.” Gerolt thought, feeling truly accepted and appreciated for once in quite a while. The Kojin seemed to be of like minds to him, Kabuto offering such a proposition upon the unveiling of his fourth kettle to the settlement. “You are a gift to all of Tamamizu, friend. I can see now why the Warrior of Light spoke so highly of you…would you consider staying here for a time? There is no lack of unusual goods coming here for you to inspect and use in your work, and we would gladly have more in our shrine if you would do us the honor...”

“I’m afraid he can’t accept that offer, Kabuto.” Gerolt turned to the crude sounding voice, confused. Its owner appeared to be a rather plainly dressed Lalafell, a book and quill in hand as she walked forward into the gathering of Kojin near the blacksmith. Gerolt grew wide eyed as he considered what a Lalafell would possibly be doing down here. “Gods, don’t tell me…” Gerolt watched as the Lalafell approached and looked in his direction, grinning. “Master Gerolt Blackthorn, in the flesh…. I’d heard you were washed up, but I fear this is taking it to another level entirely. Do you know how long Rowena and the others have been searching for you? Long enough to send out an order to the entire House of Splendors.” Gerolt felt a lump grow in his throat as he tried to swallow nervously and form a response. “Y’see, there’s a good explanation-“ The Lalafell let out a tsk sound as she interrupted him, turning to Kabuto. “I’m afraid his expertise is needed elsewhere. There’s a resistance that still needs his skills, and a debt he still owes to the House…could you please prepare a striped ray to take him back to Kugane? We’ll just put the cost of travel on his tab…” Kabuto looked between the two of them curiously before nodding, turning back to Gerolt. “It has been a pleasure, friend. You are welcome any time.” The blacksmith considered begging the Kojin to intervene, a thought that had apparent crossed the Lalafell’s mind as she gripped his arm tightly and pulled him away from the Kojin and back towards his friends—and ever growing debt—that awaited him on the surface.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction

[anistarrose]

Part TAZ Graduation, part TAZ Amnesty, entirely an experiment. Consider this a pilot episode for a fic premise I’ve gone and gotten myself invested in, but don’t have time to commit to right now. Were this an official first chapter, it would be tentatively titled “Prologue — The Exiles.”

The point is, I come bearing Amnesty’s plot adapted to Graduation’s cast of characters, not to mention so much lore. Like, way more lore than I could fit into just one fic.

CW: mind control, something that gets briefly mistaken for a suicide attempt (it isn’t, and no one gets hurt)

***

The most famous features of Hope, Oregon are her two distinct beaches, found beneath the cliffs that house the northern and southern halves of the town. A nameless man — and relative newcomer to Hope — is staring into the ocean, but is not standing on either beach, nor atop the cliffs.

Had he only wanted to stare into the Pacific, the beach to the southwest would’ve been preferable. The white sand is dotted with umbrellas and chairs, and the staircase leading down to sea level from the cliffs is well-maintained, making it a popular tourist destination — less so in these days, he’s been told, but when the tourists do come to Hope, it’s usually for her southwestern beach.

The northwestern beach is less forgiving. Though it appears serene and inviting at first glance, countless signs atop the cliffs dispel that illusion with warnings of rocks and riptides beneath the waves — and even if that didn’t deter you, the only way down to this beach is a rusty ladder that no one but the lighthouse keeper has ever attempted to maintain. This beach is why the town was deemed treacherous enough to warrant a lighthouse in the first place, and why it earned the nickname “Last Hope” from sailors in the olden days.

Yet for a competent climber, the northwestern beach is still an adequate spot for staring out into the sea. The nameless man can only assume he wanted something more than just to stare, even though he doesn’t know what — because for some reason, his feet have brought him not to either beach, but to the most dangerous spot in all of Hope:

Between the two beaches is a crack in the cliffs; beneath the crack is a giant chasm; at the bottom of the chasm, a briny whirlpool. It churns with impossible symmetry and silence, without sound or any sort of fury, yet still more warning signs assure him — the fall into the chasm would surely be fatal, regardless of the rapids themselves.

Yet the nameless man stands on the edge of the chasm, hypnotized by the vortex. He was hypnotized well before laying eyes on it, of course, for he never would’ve came here of his own free will — but now, the whirlpool has joined whatever other compulsion makes its home in his brain, and together, they drag his feet forward.

It contradicts itself — ancient but new, violent but peaceful, chaotic but orderly. It’s a death sentence, but he needs to jump. Someone is counting on him to jump. Somewhere in that chasm, there’s something he desperately needs.

He tears his eyes away just long enough to double-check that the lighthouse isn’t lit — and indeed, it isn’t, presumably because Mr. Keene found more important things to do tonight than climb a flight of stairs. A not-too-comfortable dissonance sends a chill up his spine as he thinks of the lighthouse keeper — he likes Argo, trusts him even — but tonight, a voice echoes in his head, warning him otherwise:

If Argonaut Keene and his partners in crime realize who we are and what we’re doing here, it’s all over. Stay hidden from them at all costs, or some of the banished folk might piece it together.

The voice is familiar, but not too familiar. Yet he trusts the voice more unconditionally than any lighthouse keeper.

Once you’re sure you’re not being watched, double-check that the moon is full — and it will be, if you go tomorrow night. Then jump.

Sure enough, the full moon is the only source of light in all of Hope this evening, with the lighthouse keeper slacking and a fog pervading the entirety of the sleepy town, from the cliffs to the forest. At the center of the whirlpool, the moon’s reflection glows bright — sunlight reflected off lunar rocks reflected off churning water — but you could almost mistake it for a distorted glimpse of another world, peering through a portal at its cosmic neighbors.

The nameless man jumps.

The impact with the water stings, but not as much as it should. Worse is the cold, not cold like near-freezing water but like the vacuum of space, like loss and loneliness as you hurtle into a void with no destination in mind —

But almost as soon as the impact takes place, he’s warm again, and he bobs to the surface of a pristine lake. The moon above him is still full, but the pattern of craters is different, and the constellations look nothing like the ones visible from Hope — or even the ones from his home.

The chasm holds no whirlpool resembling a portal. It holds a portal masquerading as a whirlpool.

A ripple crosses the lake’s mirrorlike surface as he breaches, and as soon as he’s able to take a breath, he ducks back beneath the water, afraid of being spotted. There’s a bubbling trench at the bottom of the lake, which he instinctively knows is the way back to Hope, but he ignores it at first. The crystals embedded in the floor of the lake are what he’s come for.

He needs to find a green gem with silver veins and bring it back to Hope without anyone spotting him. If he can’t, then —

Then —

Then —

He doesn’t know what then. Nothing good, that’s for sure. He won’t let it come to that — and this way, he won’t have to think about it either, or question why he doesn’t know.

Just as his breath starts to run out and his lungs start to ache, he spots it out of the corner of his eye. The particular green crystal is in the shallows, close to the shore, and he can’t stop a few of his limbs from poking out above the surface of the lake as he reaches for it —

Something snags the hood of his waterlogged jacket, yanking him upwards. He emerges in the shadow of a draconic figure standing on the shore, nearly as tall as he is and covered in gleaming silver scales, who exhales a blast of frost and freezes the whole lake solid around him.

Again with the cold. It’s always the cold — maybe there’s a poetic sense of justice about him never being able to escape, it no matter what fleeting hope he finds, but that doesn’t make it any more bearable, and he can’t help but let out a whimper.

The dragon’s expression softens. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t want to fight you — I just had to be sure you weren’t trying to fight me.” He kneels on the shore to face the nameless man, scales and armor gently clinking against each other. “But I need to know — why are you here?”

“I — I jumped.” His voice is deep, and accented, and just as out-of-place here as it is in Hope.

“That is how most people come through the portal on your end, or so we’ve been told.” A second figure — this one far more humanoid — makes his way to the dragon’s side, holding the staff that must’ve pulled the nameless man to the surface. This one has dark skin, short hair, and pointed ears, but his most striking feature is the one thing he has in common with the dragon — eyes of pure, softly glowing white.

The nameless man is surprised by how little it surprises him. Of course the fae folk of Nua all have white eyes — he’s seen it before, had it explained to him before. He can’t just can’t remember where.

“What Crush and I want to know,” the dark-skinned man patiently goes on, “is why you jumped. Most nights, it isn’t nearly this safe —” He turns to the dragon. “Remind me, hun — how long has it been since a rogue human visited us?”

“Over a decade now, I think,” Crush answers. He inhales, and the ice begins to melt and crack with a creaking noise that, while unpleasant, was a hundred times preferable to being trapped in a prison of cold. “Unless this fellow’s new. Are you new, new guy? Got a pendant?”

The nameless man blinks, still shivering, and slowly manages to shake his head.

“Figures,” Crush murmurs. “Dakota usually comes with the new recruits on their first trip.”

The other fae kneels on the shore, carefully looking the nameless man over. “Did anyone tell you about the portal?”

“I… cannot remember.” He had jumped for a reason, he’d known to look for the crystals for a reason, but that reason is long gone from his mind. He hadn’t even known why he was jumping as he’d done it.

The fae man narrows his eerie white eyes. “You don’t have to lie. You’re not in trouble, we just need to understand how —”

“I did not lie,” the nameless man growls, picking up a floating chunk of ice and crushing it in his fist. “I will not lie. Truth is my honor. I can not remember.”

“Jimson,” Crush hisses softly, but not so softly that the nameless man can’t hear. “It’s not safe for a human to stay much longer without a pendant.”

“Is it any safer for this human to go back alone?” Jimson whispers back. “If you don’t know about the portal at the bottom, there’s really only one reason to throw yourself off a cliff —”

“Shit, you’re right.” Crush’s eyes widen. “Should I keep watch while you go ask Hieronymous? He’ll know what to —”

“He could be busy. I don’t know if we have time to —”

The nameless man dives back beneath the surface of the lake without even taking a breath, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest and frantically paddling for the jagged rift at the bottom. Distantly, he hears Crush shout, but his hands find the edge of the trench and he pulls himself inside, thrashing in the current that suddenly grabs ahold of him —

No one in Nua can be trusted… least of all “Hieronymous.”

He gets a mouthful of familiar salty ocean water, and surfaces beneath Earth’s moon and sky. He’s in the chasm again, the whirlpool behind him and the ocean in front — but the ocean keeps getting closer even though he’s only treading water, as the same current that pulled him back through the portal drags him out to sea —

He hears a dog barking — and then, a voice he’d recognize anywhere yet could not put a name or face to. One moment, he’s struggling to keep his head above the waves, and the next, he’s paddling in air as an invisible hand lifts him out of the ocean, and slowly, back to shore.

It deposits him, kneeling, a few feet from a long-haired collie with a blue bandana tied around his neck, and an elderly man gesturing very carefully and deliberately with his simple wooden cane. For a fraction of a second, the illusion spell flickers, and the nameless man sees pure white eyes behind his rescuer’s glasses —

And that’s all it takes for him to remember everything.

“I… I have brought back nothing, Higglemas,” he admits. “Not one component. This is a great, great shame —”

The collie leaps into his arms, so the nameless man takes the hint and begins to pet him. It is significantly harder to think ill of yourself while holding a dog, and after a few moments, the man realizes that this may have in fact been the dog’s plan.

Higglemas watches with a sad smile on his face and a detached look in his illusion-altered eyes, standing still for close to a minute before slowly angling his head upwards, and staring at the moon as clouds begin to drift in front of it.

“We still have time,” he assures them. “Not all is lost. But… before the next full moon, we’ll need a new strategy.”

Then, he turns to the lighthouse. “We may just have to reconsider staying hidden from the Unbroken Chain.”

***

I have some other projects I’m working on right now that really deserve to be prioritized over this idea, but my outline document is over 2000 words (and that’s really just pre-canon history plus a very brief summary of the first couple chapters) so this has a high probability of getting continued, because there’s no way I can keep all that lore secret forever! This very brief preview already got wildly away from me, after all.

I’m very hyped to get into the Firbolg’s backstory in particular, not to mention Fitzroy and his relationship with his magic (as the resident Aubrey equivalent) — it’s just likely to be a very long wait. Feel free to send me your questions/theories and I will give you cryptic answers!

#taz #taz graduation #taz amnesty #firbolg taz #higglemas wiggenstaff #hieronymous wiggenstaff #jimson taz #frostus crushman #taz graduation spoilers #rosalia writes fic #graduamnesty #i've talked abt this crossover a couple times before #this is the first thing i've actually written for it!

[buckeroonie323]

Anything for you.

Word count:1.46k

Paring: Domme!reader x sub!thor (Hey don't scroll past. Don't knock it till you try it.)

Warnings: SMUT SO MUCH SMUT! Absolutely no plot. Swearing, domme/sub dynamics. Praise kink. Fluff if you squint. If there is anything I missed let me know and I'll put it on here. 

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It's been an hour since you tied Thor's arms to the back of the chair and his legs to the front of the chair. Knowing he could at any moment break free but has given over control to you is exhilarating.

You've been teasing and edging him for a while and every time he gets close you wrap your hand around the base of him and whisper softly but firmly into his ear. "Don't you dare cum. You will not get to fuck me if you cum." 

He whines bucking into your hand and manages to stave off his orgasm. "That one was close honey. Do you need me to get the cock ring? Do you want me to help you baby?" Softly you touch the head of his dick with your fingers. His cock twitches involuntarily. "or do you want to be my good boy?" 

He softly whimpers. "No, please I'll be good for you. Anything for you."

"You will be a good boy." You run your hand through his hair and carefully tug. The moan that it causes to erupt from Thor is absolutely beautiful.

You let go of his hair and watch as his head tilts back in pleasure. At the beginning of your scene you put a small remote control vibrator underneath his sack on the lowest setting. 

But that has to take its toll on someone when it's been like that for over an hour. "What do you want me to do baby? Do you want to come?"

"Please let me come. Please my Goddess. Please I'll do anything. PleasePleasePlease...." He continues trying to ask you to let him come but all he can get out is a mumbled please.

By this time you have walked around the chair running your hand across his glistening chest and back into his hair. Which is also soaked. 

You gently pull his hair back. "I know you'll do anything for me. That aside, do you think you deserve to come?" He lets out a loud long moan.

You turn up the vibrator to half and let him sit on it for a moment. He chokes a little. But he recovers quickly. His hips feverishly bucking into nothing. 

"I deserve only what you give me." He moans in between his words only getting louder. "Very good boy. Now you are getting too loud honey. We can't have that. Right?" 

You move to the side of the chair pulling your silk robe to the side exposing yourself to him slightly. "Suck." You turn down the vibrator to something you know he can manage. 

He eagerly turns his head to suck on your nipples and even in the state he's in he has the audacity to nibble and bite.

You let out a soft moan. "Watch your attitude." He pulls off only to say "Yes anything for you goddess." 

"Such a good boy."  You absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. You walk fully around the chair to be completely in front of him. His eager mouth chases your nipple.

"If I let you come, where would you want it? My face, my tits or my ass cheeks? Make your decision now. Or I will choose for you. You will not like my decision." He lets out an unholy groan.

He is able to grit out "Your glorious flower please my goddess. Let me give you my seed." He whines and continuously moans.

"Oh, honey that isn't what I asked now is it? That just wasn't an option." You say in a condescending tone.

You walk over to the closet where you keep your favorite toys and instruments of kink.

You run your hands over the paddles and riding crops but settle on a bright red ball gag and a hard plastic yellow as all hell ball.

Walking back over to him you show him the gag and he honestly has tears in his eyes. "Give me your color Thor." Almost immediately he says "Green. Of course my love Green." 

"Good boy. Drop the ball if you need to safeword out. Understood?" You put the hard plastic ball into his hand. Then you fasten the gag tightly so he can't spit it out but make sure he can breath.

Once you're back in front of him you notice his eyes have glazed over. He's almost where you need him where he wants to be. He's right on the edge and you're going to bring him there.

"Honey you didn't listen very well to me. Now I'm going to punish you okay? Nod once if you understand." A small nod. 

"You know what happens to bad boys who don't listen. They don't come. And if they do it will be painful." 

You softly drop to your knees and turn up the vibrator to 100% and wrap your hand around his cock and start to pump. The head of it is almost purple. He lets out a very loud moan but it's muffled by the gag.

"What did I say about you not liking my answer? I know you secretly like being punished." You put your palm on his tip rolling it around softly applying pressure.

"I'm very disappointed in you Thor. You were doing so well and you ruined it baby." You move from his tip to his balls. 

He keens as you put pressure onto his back which puts pressure on the vibrator. "You ruined being a good boy like I'm going to ruin your orgasm."

By this point Thor is bucking his hips and tears are streaming down his face. He's making faint sounds of protest but you ignore them. He hasn't dropped the ball so you keep going. 

"You're going to cum. Now." You say harshly. He shakes his head no quickly. Eyes never leaving you. 

You turn off the vibe. You spit into your hands and double fist him hard and fast. For good measure you lick the tip of his cock. 

"If i have to tell you again i'm going to have to spank you." You say with a smirk. He let out a long loud moan tilting his head back and closing his eyes. 

You wrap your hand roughly around his base and growl out. "Look at me you bad boy. I want to see you fall apart." 

As soon as he looks you in the eye he's done for. He screams into the gag and he starts to cum violently. You hear faint thunder in the distance and smirk. You pump him quickly then completely take your hands away.

"Oh, look at you so beautiful." You coo at him. He's screaming and moaning now. 

It's almost like you can hear him yell "No!" But it's no use with the gag. You giggle a little to yourself before returning your composure. 

"Go ahead let it all out. Give it to me. Your cock and your cum belong to me." Thor nods quickly. He is whimpering and moaning. He is covered in his own sweat and cum.

After it looks like he is completely spent you lean forward and grab a hold of his cock and lick the tip clean pumping him softly into your mouth. 

"I think you can give me another one." He whimpers a soft no shaking his head. 

Pumping him quickly and suckling softly on the tip it doesn't take long with how over sensitive he is. 

He cums in your mouth with a soft grunt. It isn't as much cum as last time but you're happy nonetheless.

You pull off of him and you can hear the sigh of relief. "You did so good today, baby. I'm  so proud of you." You start to untie his restrains rubbing up and down his legs knowing he will be very sore later. 

You constantly touch and love on him. His head has lulled back on the chair he dropped the ball from how relaxed he was. you take out the gag and untie his arms. Rubbing them out as well. He is so far into subspace he doesn't even register you leaving to get him a couple waters and a warm washcloth. 

You get to work wiping him off and giving him a massage. You whisper words of encouragement to him so he knows you're there. So he knows its safe to come out.  CAs he starts to come around he is reaching out to hold you.He pulls you into his lap. 

"Thank you my love. You are my goddess. I can't wait to return the favor." He kisses you silly. 

"But first drink this honey. Then it's time for bed, big boy." You hand him a water. He drank it in no time at all. 

"Anything for you my queen."

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @findingbuck @that-damn-girl @moteldwelling I'm sorry.

#im not sorry #domme!reader #Domme!reader xSub!Thor #dont worry its going to the uber ??

[noah-andrews]

Humbled - Silas & James

Who: Silas Lynn (@subsilask ) and James Beiste ( @jamie-beiste)

What: Bingo - Hair Pulling - Humbler

Where: The Lynn Suite

When: 9/8

Jamie

Jamie was quite excited to work with Silas. He was excited because the humbler was a piece of D/s hardware that had fascinated him for quite some time. He was also excited because while they'd participated in some small bits of scenes, he'd never worked on a full-fledged scene with Silas. He had requested and been granted use of one of the school's scene work labs. "Shall we begin?" 

Kirin

Silas knelt naked before Jamie and took a deep breath and nodded, then quickly realized that nodding wasn't going to work. "Oh. Yes Sorry, sir I was nodding. Yes...I'm oddly excited? I"ve never tried on of these before but I think I like the idea of them?"

Jamie

Jamie chuckled lightly. He had place the kneeling pad in an exact spot to allow him to hold Silas' position in his mind map. "Don't worry. I'm sure that sighted people do a great amount of silent physical communication. It is only natural." He picked up the instrument and felt it's entirety with his hands. He'd spent the prior night completely familiarizing himself with it, even having Sir Mateo describe it's appearance to him. "Before we get it on, I will tell you what my expectations are. And you can share yours with me. The humbler as it's name implies will place you in a position of supplication. At that point I can simply keep you there or make you complete some tasks from said position. This will be enough to satisfy me and the bingo square. However if there is a square of your own to fulfill or if you simply wish to also partake in some impact play the humbler will offer a unique opportunity to do so."

Silas

Silas's eyes went to the hunk wood in Jamie's hands. Somehow it seemed more intimidating now than it had before. "Yes Sir, um well, I have a square that's hair pulling and I feel like that would fit it, plus it's one of my favorite things. I'm okay with impact stuff too, I do prefer something sharp than dull, like a cane rather than a paddle, if I have the choice. I can do sexual favors too if you want, Sir"

Jamie

"Hmm..." He very much enjoyed a little hair pulling, from both sides of the equation. It was a pain that wasn't even really pain. He'd read how in Indian head massage, hair pulling was a significant part of the process, waking up the body to all of it's sensations. "I think that can be arranged." He reached out, first making contact with Silas' shoulder and working his way up until his fingers were in the submissive's hair. He gave a small sustained tug, before releasing the hold and letting his fingers card through his short lengths of hair. "I have a switch, just a bit thinner than a crop. The switch can be a bit more intense than a cane, but is a very nice sharp kind of pain that I think will fit well with hair pulling." He felt around to make sure he had the switch at hand and then turned his focus to getting Silas fitted with the humbler. "Alright, Silas, I want you to remain as relaxed as possible. Your instinct will be to help me by moving your limbs and trying to fit yourself around the device, but you could harm yourself without realizing. I will move you around and settle it into place. Just remain relaxed and let me move you as I need. And of course as always, safeword or yellow light if you feel the slightest bit of hesitance." He set his hand on the submissive's back for a long while matching their breath before slowly weaving the wooden device behind Silas' thighs and around his scrotum, until anything but the most 'humble', suplicant position was possible. Once it was in place he rubbed up and down his back feeling the nobs of his spine sticking out slightly.

Silas

"Oh I've never had a switch before Sir, sounds fun!" He felt his cock twitch with excitement and even more when Jamie tugged at the roots of his curls. A little moan escaped his lips. "Fuck, Sir. I haven't cum in a really long time and this is kinda workin' me up more than I thought it would," He chuckled as he got onto his hands and knees and did his best to relax but Jamie was right, it was so tempting to try and move or help him. "Sorry Sir, it's hard to sit still, I'm trying," he said, forcing his body to both be still and relax. As his balls were pulled back and secured in place his cock grew stiffer. A click signified the tool was in place and a thrill ran through him "Fuck...wow, this is...so weird,' He said as he shifted slightly and realized just how little movement caused tugging on his sack.

Jamie

"It's one of my favorite flavors of pain. I think you will enjoy it." Jamie chuckled. "It's alright, you're doing well. I know the different parts of the brain will override each other won't they. It can be quite frustrating. He spoke soothingly until it was settled into place. "Now I know this is belated, but we should talk about whether you are allowed to cum and if not what plans we should make to prevent that from happening." He was mentally berating himself for not addressing this before the boy was fully settled in the humbler. He massaged the submissive's muscles to keep him as relaxed as possible so he wouldn't move to much until they had that settled.

Silas

Silas lifted his head to look up at Jamie. "It's okay Sir, I should have said right off but I forgot too. I didn't ask Nate if I could so I'm going to assume that I can't, but it's okay, I'm pretty used to it. I'll safeword if I get too close but generally, its actually really hard for me actually get off anymore. I get super worked up super easily though. He twitched until Jamie's touch and clenched his jaw to force himself not to pull away. He knew how Dom's didn't like when he did that. "I kind of get more pleasure from making other people cum now."

Jamie

"Hmm... I must say that while I do not partake in chastity or denial, I rarely enjoy a sexual encounter that not include at least mutual orgasm. With that in mind let's keep today's scene non-sexual. Honestly, I think that will be best. It will keep the purity of the humbler and pain play." He lightened his touch as he reached back to find the switch. He placed it into his back pocket so that he would have easy access to it before letting his hands slide up to the submissive's hair. He started by simply carding through the curly locks before tightening his grasp and pulling Silas' head back. This would of course arch his back and cause the humbler to pull on his balls. "Mmm, I imagine you must make a beautiful picture just now. But I think if we make your ass rosy red it will be even more beautiful still."

Silas

Silas frowned in disappointment. Part of him wanted to argue that he wanted to get Jamie off and that it was fine if he didn't. That he was a slut and it was his job, but considering his position, he thought maybe it was best he didn't argue. "Yes Sir,' he sighed with a little disappointment before he was swiftly distracted by the Switch's distracting touch. The constant touch had started to go from unnerving to comforting, but quickly it went from comforting to painful. "oh! Oh..fuck," he groaned as he was wrenched back and the pain seemed to come from every direction, his hair, his back and his balls. "Mm yes Sir," he moaned shifting to get comfortable but finding it only pulled more. "Damn this thing is a bear trap. Fuck. Please make my ass all red Sir!"

Jamie

Jamie knew disappointment when he heard it. And while he certainly didn't want the other boy to be disappointed, this was part of being a dominant, even if only for just one scene. He was in control. Negotiations could be had, but in the end he decided what was best for Silas in this scene. And in the end he would make sure that the submissive walked away satisfied. He chuckled lightly at the sound already being pulled from the other man. "It seems like it. A delightfully painful trap, hmm? A trap you're not so desperate to escape I think." He pulled the switch from his pocket while his other hand released it's grasp to massage his scalp, scratching lightly with his nails before once again grasping a handful of hair and pulling. "We'll start with ten and I want you to count them out." He wasted no time bringing the switch down on Silas' tender ass cheeks in a firm slice. Not so hard as to break skin, but enough to create a bright spark of pain. He listened for each count before giving him the next doing his best to space them out in time and placement for maximum stimulation.

Silas

"No, Sir. I don't want to escape, not yet at least," he chuckled, leaning back into Jamie's touch. He had just found a comfortable position when white hot lightning shot through his ass. He jumped, then cringed back in pain, only to jump again when the cringing hurt. Stuck in a painful cycle he yelped and whimpered until he got his body under control. "Fuuuck. Fuck Ow.ookay I"m okay," he scrambled, not wanting to scare Jamie. "One Sir. I'm okay. Just hurt more than I thought it would. It feels good now though."

Jamie

He hadn't yet had experience with the humbler even though he was keen to try it. However that left him with a hole in his knowledge about what Silas was going through. It sounded like it might be on the edge of too much. He stopped after the first few whacks of the switch, releasing Silas' head and just massaging the abused scalp. "It's okay for it not to be okay. Pain is enjoyable in the right doses, but taken too far erases all pleasure. I think you and I both enjoy pushing past our boundaries, hmmm? The delicious danger of pain. I think you can take more though. Can you take more my sweet? I think if we can find the right balance of pain we can take you to ecstasy tonight. Perhaps if we try it with some breathing techniques? I want you to count and then breath in and out. That's all you have to do. Count, breathe in, breathe out and let me spark that ecstasy."

Silas

Silas shook his head. He would try to talk but he was too busy clenching his jaw and riding though the waves of pain. After a minute he let out the breath he'd been holding for minutes and gasped for air. "Yes Sir. No, I'm really okay. It just catch me off guard at first," he tried to reassure the switch. "I do like pushing myself. A slut is good at that..I just don't usually do it with pain like this. It's new. It's good, just new. Yes Sir, I can do that." He took a few deep breaths and was able to get his heart rate back down ,even though each breath seemed to tug harder at his balls. "Hurt me some more, Sir? Please? I can be a good pain slut for you," he said, even though the pain so far had only shriveled his aching cock up.

Jamie

"Shh.. you are so very good. I am in no doubt of that. Your Dom will know how good you were and it will double his pride in you." He took note of everything Silas was saying and all of his reactions. It was time to move this scene along. There would be no talking the submissive out of it and they could discuss pain and the humbler and all of it during aftercare. "Good boy, just like that." He took some of Silas' hair again, but only applied firm pressure, using that as a grounding sensation for the boy as he himself focused on listening for the count, the breathe in and out and than bringing the switch down in a swift, quick slap against the soft flesh of his ass above the humbler and upper thighs below it, avoiding danger zones best that he could.

Silas

He focued on breathing and on the steady tug at his scalp and after a few more swipes at his red ass he felt himself gently lifting off the floor, the room was fading to the background as he drifted in his own body. The pain felt amazing and also like it was happening to someone else as he called out the count. "Mm thank you Sir," he cooed as a particularly nasty hit landed across his skin. "I'm getting hard again Sir...I'm sorry if I leak on your floor."

Jamie

Jamie felt better as he felt the energy around the submissive. He seemed more calm tensing with each hit as was natural but them melting into the pain. His concern that he was doing something Silas wasn't ready for or able to enjoy melted away as well. He chuckled lightly. "Good boy. Such a good boy." He was hard himself now that he knew that the submissive in his care was enjoying the treatment. "You're pleasing me so much right now." He had set the switch aside, but used his open palm to lay a few more light swats against the hot skin. "I'm reconsidering allowing you to pleasure me more. I think you deserve a reward for doing so well. Don't you?"

Silas

Silas lazily grinned at the complements and lifted his head up to try and look at Jamie but it only tugged on his nuts further and he lulled back into the only comfortable position he'd found. "Mmm thank you Sir," he hummed, bracing for another hit from the switch but instead received a blunt smack that lurched his body forward. God it felt amazing and terrible all in the best ways. "Really!? Yes Sir. I'll make you feel so good, I promise! Please Sir! You could fuck me or I could use my mouth on you, anything you want to thank you for making me feel so good."

Jamie

While he couldn't deny that sinking into his body and feeling the heat radiating off his ass would be delicious, he wasn't sure he would cause actual physical damage to his scrotum with the movements fucking him would cause. "I wish I could give you the choice as a reward for being such a good boy, but I think your mouth sounds delectable." He quickly stripped and got down on his knees in front of Silas. He had lost contact with him in the process and needed to reach out to get his bearings. His hand made contact with Silas' shoulder telling him that he needed to get a bit closer. As he inched closer hard shaft curving gracefully up toward his stomach, he let his hands drift into his hair again. "Suck it boy." He was fully feeling his dominant side now, letting go of some of the politeness. "I want to hear you gagging." He wasn't as large as some, but he knew himself to be well-endowed enough to give pleasure to even the greatest slut. He let one hand slide down Silas' back with some pressure. The boy would need a little bit of leverage but with the humbler in place he would some help with that.

Silas

Silas was dying to be fucked but he loved gagging on cock enough not to complain. Plus, he really wasn’t in the mindset for making decisions. He waited for Jamie to get into position, initially trying to shuffle forward only to remember instantly that moving was painful. Thankfully, Jamie moved for him. “Fuck,” he groaned as Jamie started to speak more dominantly. He didn’t waste time and leaned forward, taking the cock between his lips. He licked and lapped to get it nice and wet, but found it frustrating from the position to not have his hand to steady it. He was determined though and got the cock in his mouth to tease and suck the tip. But Jamie wanted gagging and Silas was all too happy to comply. He managed to leaned forward enough to take him deeper, rocking his whole body to bob to his head in an effort to not tug too much on his balls. The pain was amazing in short bursts though. Something about feeling physical pain in order to bring someone else sexual pleasure in this way was quickly becoming his favorite thing. He gagged over and over until finally he lunged forward with determination and though it tugged at his nuts, he got Jamie down his throat.

Jamie

Silas' mouth was a wonder. He groaned as soon as it made contact with his cock. The absolute dedication to pleasing him regardless of the pain it caused him every time he rocked forward. "Mmmm... that's so good... so good Silas. Hahhhh..." He let his head fall back as pleasure traced up and back down his spine to collect in his balls which were already drawn up. When the submissive actually deep throated him, Jamie grunted and and didn't hold back thrusting up. He took hold of Silas' head and started to fuck his throat. It didn't take him long to unload, spurting over and over lodged deep in his hot, wet, spasming throat. He pulled back as soon as he could, knowing Silas would need oxygen. He also pressed him back into a more comfortable position. His urge was to find a way to bring his partner to the same release but that would not be allowed or indeed welcomed so he just leaned back and praised. "Such a good slut. Your mouth is beautiful." He let himself reach out to find Silas' lips. He could feel them slick with spit and snot and cum and he smiled. "Mmmmm you feel a mess."

Silas

Silas was confident in very few things, but his ability to give the best damn blow job in town was one of them. It was such a thrill to cause his partner to moan and groan and getting them to cum never got old. He was only saddened that he couldn't taste the full load as most of it went straight down his throat. When he could he gasped for air with a big slimy smile on his lips. "God that was- fuck," he breathed, "Thank you Sir. Thank you for letting me get you off. You taste amazing." He leaned towards Jamie's fingers and nodded. "I am a mess Sir, such a mess for you."

Jamie

Jamie wanted very badly to kiss his own taste from inside Silas' mouth, but kisses were not something they'd discussed ahead of time so he resisted. Instead he just reached out and swiped his thumb across the boy's lips and stuck it in his own mouth, sucking obscenely. The scene it seemed had come to an end. There was still the careful job of removing the humbler and massaging soothing ointment into sore muscles, but they had reached that point and he found himself regretting it. The time had passed far too quickly. "You are such a good boy Silas. You do your Dom proud."

Silas

Silas shivered as Jaime stole some of his prized cum. God the man was hot. He flashed back to the time Jamie had fucked him in an empty classroom and his cock strained and ached. "Thank you Sir..god you've got me so turned on right now. I love it. I'll be up all night just thinking about how amazing this was."

Jamie

Jamie chuckled as he moved to start gently extricating Silas from the contraption. "Hmm... perhaps you'll have to visit your Dominant and ask him if you can work of some of this sexual energy with him. I must say that I selfishly wish I could fuck you until you can't help but cum all over yourself. I'd make a meal of licking you clean." His dick made a valient attempt to rise to the occasion, just picturing the scenario in his mind. "Perhaps you and your Dom will  at the very least allow me to fuck this lovely ass sometime. Or perhaps you can suck me off while Nate fucks me and Sir Mateo fucks you. That's a lovely image isn't it? My imagination is boundless." Teasingly leaving Silas to those thoughts, he first made sure that the cage he wore wouldn't get hung up against the wood of the humbler and then started by moving his legs to the side while gently cupping his scrotum to protect them as. Then it was merely a little twist, like removing a shirt from a hanger and he was free. "Breathe... just breathe. There's bound to have been some blood constriction. As it flows back it will be a bit painful."

@subsilask

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