#Jack Baker tickle

[todorokies]

jjk characters as male thot jobs

including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once

a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one

☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”

he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.

☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.

you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”

☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.

“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.

☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.

but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Celebrity crush

jack hughes x youtuber!reader universe

note: i love this one, it's just cute and short!

“Do we have to watch ‘Nowhere Boy’ again?” a very annoyed Jack asked his obviously excited girlfriend, before he continued, “We just watched it last month.”

“Yes. But that was a recreational watch, this is a watch for research.” the girl said, already pulling up the familiar movie, knowing Jack will cave, he always caves for her.

“What research do you have to do?” the younger brother asked from the kitchen, for one of his trips to get food, between playing his video game.

“So glad you asked Luke!” she said, turning her body to face behind her at the boy, her boyfriend rolling his eyes (as he usually does) his head falling into place on the couch cushion behind him, as Y/n continues, “It’s the end of the year, and with the end of the year comes my ‘crush recap’ podcast episode. It’s my favourite time of year!”

“I didn’t know that was why we were watching this! I don’t want to watch a movie were the entire time you just note everytime he does something hot!”

“That is not what I do.”

--

“Who are you taking notes on in this one.”

“Who do you think?” the girl says, giving her boyfriend an ‘are you serious’ look, as she turns back to the TV abd turning on ‘don’t worry, darling’

“What I mean is Harry Styles and Florence Pugh, so which one?”

“This is good for you, two birds one stone.” Y/n replied, impressed he remembered who was in the movie. But thinking more of it, she did not shut up about it in the months leading up to the movies release (and many months after the release)

“Good.”

--

Sitting in the living room, Y/n was recording a podcast. Both the boys were at practice, leaving the girl a good time to record.

“She is so hot! Ahhhhhh!!…. I’m sorry, the Julian Baker thing is really getting out of hand. But like I’m in love with her so I don’t know what you want from me.” Y/n mumbled, looking as if she just got caught red-handed. Which she had, she was just too busy to notice.

“Who-Wha-” Jack said, before giving up and walking into their shared room to get ready to shower off the practice.

--

As Jack walked into the living room, looking for his girlfriend he comes to find her sitting on the couch. Blushing. This was nowhere out of the realm of ordinary for Y/n, but never this much.

“Who has you blushing this much?” the boy asked, coming to look other the older girl’s shoulder, only for him to bot be able to get a look as Y/n quickly turns off her phone. Now this was weird, she never has a problem telling him who her celebrity crush this week is, so why not now?

“It’s nothing.”

“Why won’t you show me.” he questioned, pouting slightly in hopes of getting her to crack.

“‘Cause it’s nothing.” she replies, her eyes following Jack as he rounds the couch.

“Really?” he asks, in a rhetorical sense, bringing his hands to her sides where he knows she’s ticklish. Wary of his hand placement the girl responds with, “Yes. Really.”

“‘Cause I don’t think so!” He announced, bringing one hand to reach for his girlfriends phone, while the other begins to tickle the girls sides.

“No! Jack! Aghh, stop!” Y/n struggles out, laughing and trying to wiggy out of Jack’s grasp. Yet, she’s to late as Jack grabs her phone, standing from the couch and running into the kitchen. Y/n recovering then running after him.

“Me?! I made you blush like that?” the boys yells, rewatching the edit of himself that previously had his girl a blushing mess.

“Shut up! Give me that!” the girl says, back to being said blushing mess, while grabbing her phone from the younger boys hand.

“Aw, am I this weeks celebrity crush?” Jack teases, following Y/n out of the room.

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

Re: suits, there are hundreds of different types of suits, but the most common cuts are british, american and italian. I could see Lando (aka would love to see) most likely in an italian cut (slim tailoring on trousers and jacket, unstructured shoulders, light cloth (not colour but fabric) also looks very nice with an open collar and no tie...). Typical big brand names here are Zegna, Armani or Attolini, I personally love Kiton and Brioni as well, but just googling itlian cut suits should show some good results.

For Oscar, I would adore a (for once) properly tailored brutish cut suit (higher waistline for the trousers, more structure in the shoulders, tapered waist, thicker fabrics). Maybe even make it a proper three-piece bc ever since the wetsuit pics from Australia, I think we all agree that those curves need to be shown more often. Examples here are Ted Baker, Dunhill and ofc everything Savile row.

Tho if we keep with the Mclaren sponsors, Reiss does some great work as well. There's a double-breasted tuxedo jacket in this year's collection that I would love to see Lando in (then again tuxedos are a whole nother topic ...)

This got very long and is probably not very helpful but I love infodumping about fashion lol <3

i know you were self conscious about writing at length about this but all i have to say is: yes. here is some additional photographic evidence from my POV;

lando in snazzy italian tailoring, but to take the stylised vector a bit further:

exhibit a: asymmetric waistcoat with steampunk details

exhibit b: italian but with a fun pattern

exhibit c: open collar a step further, he could so rock a 70s suit. also just really need him to rock the gucci glasses with some shiny loafers like he’s sooooo got that vibe. im thinking how bruno mars and harry styles wear that kind of suiting sometimes

now to our elusive chanteuse f1 driver oscar jack. i feel like it’s, like what you described, about a classic style but with really fine details. good fabrics, simple cuts, plain colourways. below is pretty stylised but also this is rpf and it’s my playground and if we were claiming realism we should just put the rpf toys down full stop and i am not doing that!!

if taking a costume designer’s perspective too, there could be soooo much you could say with layering and pattern and contrast depending where we are in the story or plot. the idea of fic!oscar in a classic brit cut suit with tiny revealing details like a handkerchief (lando’s) or a button (a nod to a family member or a friend) is very dear to me.

the other option i like is a classic tux jacket with tails and crisp shirt and a a sky blue handkerchief, like idk that image also tickles me for some reason.

anyway so i had been thinking about a tailor AU- *loud scuffling noise as i try to put wayward au ideas back in their box*

p.s. oscar in dunhill... like u were cooking but u especially cooked w that one....

and tagging the people who might be interested in this conversation i invite y’all to weigh in!! @cx-boxbox @kichona-s and @jusst-you-race

[littleesistler]

Remeber tthat one episode from MLP where Fluttershy, Rarity and Rainbow Dash were exposed from eating Pinkie's cake for a competition?

I feel like they deserve some tickles after what they've done! (Your choice to i clude AJ and Twilight if you want.

((Sum up if you can't process: Ler!Pinkie (optionally also Ler! Twilight and Applejack) and Lee! Flutter, Rariti and Rainbow Dassssh

Yup I rewatched the episode it’s season 2, episode 24 for those that are looking.

This is also my first tickle fic ever so wow congrats on getting my messy writing but let’s go and I’m so sorry like this fic has 6 characters and the 3 extra bakers at the end. So I tried my best to keep it clear who said what while still keeping a good flow. Aka my writing a book I’ll never finish face coming in clutch. Anyway here we go! Hope you enjoy my dear anon❤️🫠

Rarity combed through her hair as she looked at the cake, I know I shouldn’t have, but you just made it sound so delectable. I only wanted to take a small bite out of the cake. Very lady like but I couldn’t stop. She said as she kept fidgeting with her hair clearly embarrassed from the whole ordeal as Flutter shy blushed and looked at the floor, her eyes barely kept open from shame. So did I, it was so tasty I couldn’t resist. The pony said sharing the same feelings with her friend. The attention then turned to Rainbow dash, who stood fluttering with her wings and fidgets with a few lose feathers. Aww nuts so did I and to be honest it was the best cake ever and I kinda couldn’t resist like the texture and the softness of the cake. Combined with the fresh filling and toppings and the color and design and like…

Twilight clears her throat and rolled her eyes as she looked at the blue pony while Pinke pie crossed her arms. Flutter shy nodded, I’m very sorry Pinkie she said in a low tone. Rarity pouted but joined in. Me to I shouldn’t have scared you like that and ruined your good work, as an artist myself I would’ve been heart broken to find my dress like this. She said pointing to the barely standing cake. Rainbow dash shrugged a bit trying to change the topic. I mean it isn’t so bad. She said casually as Applejack growls a bit.

Rainbow dash gulps and nodded at that. Well umm come to think of it that was very uncool of me, sorry. Pinkie smiled a small bit hearing her friends apology as she walked up to the cake, it’s okey she said still clearly very upset.

Twilight and Applejack stands on either side of Pinke pie and gives her a side hug. She gently nuzzles into the affection. Don’t worry you guys I’ll be alright, she said staring at the cake with tear filled eyes trying to keep her feeling in check. She then look around, out the window to the beautiful landscape, to her other fellow 3 bakers, her friends and around the train cart. She then looks at the evidence twilight had placed next to the cake, Rarity’s eyelash, Flutter shy’s hair and Rainbow dash’s feather. She looks closer at one in particular. The blue and bent feather in pristine condition still. She smiles gently as she gets a few fond memories of when a few tickles had been given out.

Twilight looks at the evidence confused but Apple jack just smirks. Oh how lovely a feather and we just so happened to have a few apologetic ponies here. She teased as she gently nudged Pinkie pie. As Rarity, Flutter shy and Rainbow dash heard this they collectively gulped and suddenly the floor and window were very intriguing. Or they had a time to pass, Rainbow dash in particular. Even though twilight was still slow with social cues she could easily spot an embarrassed mood and a Lee one in particular. So she to smirked like Apple jack. Well it’s only fair, a lesson in the consequences of one’s actions hehe. She said with a giggle at the end.

Apple jack nodded as she walked up to the 3. Exactly like an apology won’t bring back the cake, but a few giggles and laughs will bring back Pinkie pie’s happy mood. As the two said that the baker froze and turned to look at the 3. Wait for real, you’d really let me tickle you guys she said surprised.

Flutter shy nodded, I mean it’s only fair

Rarity walked a bit closer with a shaky smile, indeed

Rainbow dash backed away but was soon grabbed by both Flutter shy and Rarity, ugh fine she said.

Pinkie pies eyes soften as she walked closer with a gentle expression. You’d really let me tickle you guys just to feel a bit better? When she saw the 3 of them nodding she smiled affectionately and nodded back. You’re the best friends I could’ve asked for. She said as I sat down on the carpet. Rarity, Flutter shy and Rainbow dash sat down infront of Pinkie pie as Twilight and Apple jack stood behind them to keep everything in check.

Pinkie pie crawled closer and hugged Rarity and nuzzled into her hair. They both giggled a bit as they hugged. Should I be nervous? Rarity teased as Pinkie pie shrugged. It depends on what spot you’ll let me tickle. She answered as she leaned her head on Rarity’s shoulder. The pony in question giggled of anticipation as I guided her friends hoofs to her hips. I think this is fair she said as she giggled hugging her back tightly to ease her nerves. Pinkie pie smiled as she gently massaged Rarity’s hips and then gently started to tickle the chosen area. Her friend started to laugh and snort in a very unlady like way. And as her true unfiltered laughter filled the room she wiggled in Pinkie’s grasp. Oh goodness ahahah oh gosh I’m so sorry ahahah. She mumbled between laughter, but she didn’t really try to push her away, the fashion designer took it like a champ. She was the element of generosity after all. Pinkie pie soon giggled along as her mood got brighter from hearing her friend laugh like that, but also letting her do this just to make herself more happy. That showed just how pure their friendship was. A few happy tears formed as she gave a few last squeezes to her hips to hear a final snort and chuckle. She then rubbed the area and nuzzled into her hair. There there, and thank you so much Rarity. She said with a wink as the let her friend go. Rarity melted into the carpet giggling out the tingles but would have given a thumbs up if she had hands.

Flutter shy smiled gently as she looked to the side, I’m ready, she mumbled. Pinkie pie giggled and hugged her squeezing her in the hug. Flutter shy melted into the touch and let out a content yawn. She hugged Pinke pie back and then shyly looked at her tummy as an invitation. Pinkie pike giggled and teased, I think it’s better if you lay in my lap so I can get your tummy. She teased getting into a bigger ler mood. Flutter shy nodded and soon looked up at the roof and then closed her eyes full of trust in her friend’s lap. She gently rubbed Flutter shy’s tummy to warm the area up. And then added a few pokes and tracing around the sides of her tummy and bellybutton. When those areas where tickled particularly her friend laughed crazily and wheezed. A sound very bold and unlike their shy yellow friend. She tried to cover her mouth from embarrassment, but Twilight and Apple jack grabbed a hoof each and gently held her down as she laughed and giggled. Rubbing her arms to help her relax and feel more safe. Oh no ahahahah not my belly button please hahaah. She laughed and giggled desperately as she leaned onto her friends. Pinkie pie giggled along as she soon traced around the area and playfully swirled around one in particular with smiled full of joy just like her friend’s. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Flutter shy’s tummy. Then rubbed her as they both calmed down. Applejack and twilight cuddled up to flutter shy as Rarity watched with a content smile.

Pinkie pie then turned to Rainbow dash, and she’d never seen her friend so full of anticipation and fear as she trembled and fidgeted with her wings more frantically by the second. Being brain fogged from watching her friends get tickled like that and anticipating her turn. Pinkie pie smiled and walked up to her. So you ready? She teased as the blue pony nodded shyly. And that made Pinke giggle. She had quickly connected the dots and realized affection and intimacy, tickling in particular had caused her friends to act opposite to how they usally were. Rarity the elegant and calm pony had a laugh full of snorts and wiggles very country like, while the shy friend had a very loud and obnoxious laugh. It’s like the tickles helped bring on their true laughter and giggles, unfiltered and raw. With no need to regulate it. Just enjoying themselves and letting lose in a room full of friends. And now it was the last pony’s turn.

Pinkipe pie hugged rainbow dash and she quickly melted into the pink pony’s embrace. She had already gotten cuddly and nervous, very unlike the cool and confident pony she usally portrayed. It seemed like the promise of tickles had brought out something more vulnerable and true. And that was something her friends instantly recognized and melted for. If you don’t feel comfortable and ready we can just skip the tickles for now or completely. Pinkie pie said, not feeling the same frustration over her cake anymore. Rainbow dash nodded but giggled. Don’t worry I feel ready and I’ve kinda been full of ummm giggles at the idea. She said and Pinke pie giggled. Oh a Lee mood I see, she teased her and rainbow blushed a light purple as she turned away. Oh no it’s just it would be very uncool of me not to go through with it. Every pony and other creature in the room rolled their eyes and soon Pinke pie petted through her wings. At that simple touch the pony in question started to giggle in a light pitch and tremble a bit. They giggled together as she gently ruffle and combing through her feathers. Carfully massaging the gaps and rots leaving behind a few tickles. They were gentle and calming as a way to finish up the revenge tickles on a nice high. No longer after revenge and more so connection between the baker and the cake thieves, so they all can move on. Oh Celestia, Pinkie please hahahah no more hehehe.

At that she stoped her tickling and gently nuzzled into rainbow dash’s wings with a big smile. All the pony’s soon joined in a group hug as they caught their breaths relaxing and rejoicing together at the beautiful moment. Giggling and whispering among themselves with pinkie pie in the middle. You’re the best friends ever she said happily. And they all laughed together giving a few hoof bums and friendly shoves.

As she giggled she looked around the room and noticed a particular gryphon, unicorn and donkey looking around blushing and giggling clearly in the same dilemma. It didn’t take long for the pink detective to find Gustav had moose in his mustache, Joe had eclar in his hair and Mulia had sprinkles in her wrinkles as well as the perfect way to bring unity to her fellow bakers. It might involve them combining their fellow baked good’s leftovers into a massive cake together. Giggling and having fun along the way as they make the best cake ever for Celestia. But if they do find a few other ways to make each other laugh or bring unity to the table, then that’d would make the journey on the train even better.

[a-had-matter]

Hello! And happy, Silly Sunday! (Which is something I just came up with because I'm bored,lol)

Today, your OCs/favorite characters will be doing something chaotic/silly!

Today, your OCs/favorite characters have decided to go and have a fun day at the fair. Except there's a twist! Not only have they decided to go to the fair, but they've also decided to go dressed up as their favorite characters from their favorite books/movies!

The rest is up to you!

Good luck!

And have fun!

Sorry I took so long @firesmokeandashes I was trying to write the answer, and it's been a while since I have. Here it is:

The Annual Fall Festival was a sight to behold. People from any and everywhere came to it. It was something you couldn’t miss. You smelled the pies from the Apple family bakery no matter how far you traveled the cobblestone path. And that mixed with the natural scent of warm spices in the air was heavenly.

The festival was held in a town-like setting, and only those with an invitation came. But all who’d cause no interruption to the peaceful place was welcome, and no one but the owner could enter with the invitation, so there was that.

The fairy-like fairy lights that filled the sky like stars gave the place even more of an ethereal feel. It isn’t really something you can explain to someone, you have to be there.

And Ruby and Robbie were there, along with Guppy, dressed in costumes. Ruby was Jack Sparrow, since “no one does it better than a pirate.” (If you don’t know, you don’t want to.) Guppy was dressed as Tinkerbell, since as we all know, the real one’s a badass. And Robbie went as a Lunar, since he was, his words, supernaturally gorgeous.

“That is not w—”

“Rubes, don’t ruin this for me.”

Grumbling, Ruby shut her mouth.

Little Guppy was in awe; sure she’d traveled, but she’d never seen anything like this: All of the games you won earned you enchanted objects, magical trading all around (and not the kind with killing), bakery sweets that filled you up with every positive emotion, warm apple cider that kept you as warm as itself, the fest was incredible.

After a few games, Ruby had won Guppy a hedgehog plushie.

“Their name is Bacon.”

“Why Bacon?” Robbie asked, “And is it a girl, or a boy?”

“Their neutral Daddy. Well, unless they choose something else. And Bacon was the name they were born with. Bacon said so.” she told him as seriously as only a 5-year old could.

“How could you just assume they were a girl or a boy, Robbie? We’re at Fall Fest for gods sake.” Ruby teased him.

“I’m sorry, Bacon, for assuming your gender.” 

After a moment, she held the hedgehog close and replied, “You’ve been forgiven.”

Grinning, her father lifted her up and spun her around, then tickled the girl into a pile of giggles.

“Come on,” Ruby told them, “let’s go get some funnel cakes. I’ve heard they’re the best around.” 

Guppy and Ribbie were arguing over whether she would have half of his, or one of her own.

Ruby was talking to a baker, the quiet one, Aubrey. 

“Is that your kid?” she asked, nodding to Guppy.

“No, she’s my niece. I don’t have any.”

“Why not? I saw you talking to some kids and you’re really good with them.”

“I travel a lot, always in some sort of trouble or the other. I wouldn’t want my kid to be cooped up somewhere. I’d want them to be safe, but they’d be just like me. I don’t want them to be unhappy either.” The words just poured out of her. She had always liked kids, but it wouldn’t end well. It just wouldn’t.

“How do you know for sure?” Aubrey asked.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious it wouldn’t work out?”

“But nothing’s set in stone. There is no sure way to know that something terrible would immediately happen to your child. I mean, something would happen eventually, but you could prepare. Both them and yourself.”

Ruby paused. She’d never thought of it that way.

“You know what?  I’ll think about it.” she told her. 

Then she chuckled. “It’s kinda funny how we just had that conversation, but I just now noticed I was in costume.”

The baker snickered, “Yes, it is. You look good though.”

“I know I do.”

The duo collapsed into cackles now. Anyone looking through the window would wonder what the hell was wrong with them, but they didn’t care. Not a bit.

[koneko-pi]

Silver Season

Chapter one: Lead The Way

A bedroom, while clean and tidy, was barren of any personal effects. White walls, stone floors, and nothing but a side table, littered with small bottles both empty and full, and a bed in the corner of the room where someone currently laid in wait for their day to start. Chestnut colored hair sprawled out across soft green bed sheets. The sleeping form of a woman.

A small draft pushed the curtains of her open window up into the air where they tickled at her face. Her eyelashes fluttered and slowly, tiredly, she lifted herself up. Rubbing away the ache in her eyes. Another night of no sleep and just laying there with eyes closed, imagining what she could dream about.

She stretched, a satisfying pop filling the silent void of her room before she slid out of bed and made her way to the window, gently closing it. She stared out over the people of the Clover kingdom with an unreasonable expression. Bakers beginning to set out their morning entices, knights out on their patrols, a small boy running around with newspapers, shouting for coins, until a nobleman stuck his foot out causing the child to trip.

She quickly closed the curtain before she could see anymore, the sight had created a heavy ache in her back, under her left shoulder .

"Today feels… different…" She muttered softly to herself.

Emergency captains meetings had, at one point, been few and far between. And Nozel would not have to schedule himself so sparingly so he could be called upon at any moment's notice. But recently it seemed like every other day he was being summoned up to the Wizard kings castle to listen to everyone bicker amongst each other. Even now down the empty hall he could hear Yami's overly loud voice arguing with, most likely, Jack.

"Do you two ever shut up?" Nozel commented to them as he walked through the doors and over to his own space to sit down between Dorothy and Jack.

"You can shove it Braid-Face." Yami was immediately on the defensive over whatever topic had him so worked up.

The silver mage had already been in a foul mood that day but to be so atrociously insulted, by a foreigner no less, had his mana flaring up already.

"You need to calm down." Fuegoleon, newly appointed back into his position, pushed himself in before some kind of fight could take place. "We're all tired and tempers are short. There's no need to antagonize one another, especially not in front of Julius who is in the worst state of us all."

All heads turned to their now tiny wizard king, who looked incredibly apologetic at having to summon them here once again.

"Please forgive me…" he said as soothingly as he could. If it had come from anyone else the captains would not have calmed down as quickly as they did.

"What brings us all together this time?" Nozel asked after gaining his composure again.

"Yeah, no offense Julius, but some of us really got our plates full." Yami huffed, a cigarette was held tightly between two fingers but was unlit. It was pretty obvious how badly he wanted to light it though.

What Yami was referring to was the unfair task placed upon his squad after the Elven attack, repel, and then trial of his squad mate Asta. Not only did the bulls have their hands full looking into Devil nonsense but everyone else was still busy repairing not just the kingdom but their own reputations. Many of the citizens had lost a lot of faith in their Magic knights after it seemed they had turned against them as traitors. As a result everyone was running themselves ragged and tempers were short.

And that was no different for the captains, organizing the work forces on top of attending these regular meetings, they too were all looking incredibly tired.

"I really do apologize for summoning you all so suddenly." Julius sighed. "But I promise this time it's important."

Rather than explain himself what was happening he nodded to Jack.

"Keh…" the man seemed bitter as he turned and shouted to the doors. "You can bring it in!"

"Bring it in?" Charlotte looked confused, mirroring everyone else in the room as two Green Mantis knights came in carrying a large blanket-wrapped something.

"Good lord, what is that stench!?" Kaiser was first to recoil from the horrid odor that was permeating the room.

"Is it that?!" William was leaning away as the two magic knights tossed their load over onto the meeting table. Its bindings came undone to reveal what was inside…

"That's the biggest ant I've ever seen!" Rill gawked at it. It was a suspicion the boy had an odd interest in magical beasts with how often he used them in paintings. This reaction just further proved it.

Laying now on their table, undoubtedly dead, was a massive Ant. Its body was a shiny red color with a foul smelling green fluid leaking out of open gash wounds that must have taken its life. There was no shine to its lifeless eyes and over all the creature was easily the size of a large dog.

"Where did this come from?" Fuegoleon looked equally as shocked. Sure magical beasts had been a thing but there had never been anything that special about them, magic knights had never needed to deal with them. They were mostly hunted by sport by Nobles but no ordinary noble would have been able to do these kinds of wounds.

"Out in the common realm." Jack huffed, as if trying to get a breath of clean air but that was near impossible in the room. Marx was already rushing to open up all the windows in the room before they suffered too much. "A whole horde of them had attacked a village and some of my patrol men had to chase them away."

"Chase them away?" Charlotte echoed, looking horrified. "Are you telling me you couldn't kill all of them?"

Jack responded by throwing a hand up, a knife shot out of his forearm and bounced right off the armor plating.

"Are you kidding me?" Yami asked.

"KEH! Don't look down on me like that!" Jack snapped as he pointed a finger towards his friend. "If I really wanted to try, I could cut through it! I aint weak." He was a captain after all. "But that strike could have been any average magic knight… I'm just showin' ya they aint easy to kill…"

"So you just chased them away…" Fuegoleon had reached his flaming arm out towards the beast, laying it against the hard shell of its body "It's like armor… where did they come from?"

"Hell if I know!" Jack snapped. His irritation meant he'd already tried, and failed, to follow them back to wherever they came from. "They vanished into the ground. Their fast diggers I'll tell ya that…"

"You couldn't track them?" Charlotte glared at him. "Are you that useless?"

"You want to try it yourself!?" Jack raised his hand again, mana condensing within his arm…

"Please, enough!" Julius shouted. Everyone immediately calmed and sat back down. "I know we have a lot to handle after recent attacks but people out in the common are in a panic over this." He gestured to the beast. "People have even been going missing…"

The atmosphere of the room changed drastically after that…

"So what is the plan?" Fuegoleon asked. "I'm sure it's common knowledge that all of our squads are currently spread thin."

Julius gave a solemn nod. "Yes. Which is why I must apologize for pulling one of your squads out from the repair work to take care of this mysterious ant issue."

"Let us do it." William said with all the determination he could muster. "The Golden Dawn is still eager to prove themselves again sir."

"Oh like you could do it." Charlotte huffed. "The citizens are still avoiding many of your magic knights like the plague. Please give it to the Blue Roses, sir. We can get the job done quickly."

"With what man power?" Jack huffed. "Let's not forget you are in the same boat as him!" He jutted his chin out to William who looked bitter but understanding of his own situation. "People don't exactly trust you either, besides we're the ones who found it."

They all had begun fighting amongst one another on who could handle the task better. And while they had the best intentions at heart, there was no doubt they were all jumping at the opportunity to be exempt from all other duties to take care of this job.

"Everyone!" Julius slammed his hands on the table and they all silenced themselves. This had been the second time their Wizard King had to cut into their bickering. "It's already been decided that the Silver Eagles will be taking this job on their shoulders."

Nozel looked shocked as everyone once again roared to life.

"Thank you… sir." Nozel was surprised, grateful, but surprised nonetheless.

"Do what you can." Julius pressed, now ignoring the voices of his other Captains. "The people seemed to find your squad favorable currently because of the role you played in the last attack."

"With all due respect sir, I was not the only one..."

"I understand. But Fuegoleon is still adjusting to his condition, I want to ease him back into work. And others have their hands full with other things. It was after a lot of thought I decided to give this to you."

Nozel swelled with pride before giving his King a Salute. "I will not let you down."

The others heaved and settled into their seats. Giving up on trying to convince Julius of anything else.

"I will admit though… It comes with a catch." With how Julius was scratching his cheek in nervousness, anyone else would have not suspected this boy was one of their countries leaders.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Julius." Nozel insisted. "Whatever it is, I can deal with it."

Moments later the man was throwing open the castle doors and storming out, so irritated he walked right past his waiting siblings.

"Nozel?" Nebra blinked owlishly at her brother's unusual ire.

"What happened?" Solid asked as the pair of them quickly hurried to catch up to Nozel. "Are they giving us more work?"

Nozel stopped and spun to face his brother, mouth open as if to say something but no sound came out. The younger Silva just stood there wide eyed and confused over his Brothers out of character reaction.

Nozel closed his mouth to think then sighed. "Yes and No."

The pair glanced at one another before asking; "and that means..?"

He explained how the Silver Eagles were now in charge of investigating an infestation of never before seen magical beasts.

"But that's great!" Nebra chuckled. "We have proven our worth is far more valuable than that of any other squad! As it should be."

"And we don't have to do all this ridiculous manual labor anymore." Solid looked thrilled. Such work was for the commoners, not for nobles like them. "I'm sure we can take care of some feeble insects with no issue. So what has you so irritated, brother?"

Nozel took a slow inhale. "They've assigned a member of the Magical research division to our squad for the duration of this extermination."

"What." Both siblings' faces fell into irritation. So now all their expressions matched.

The Wizard kings castle was more than just where he lived and did his work; it housed a couple of different sections like ballrooms, meeting rooms, the royal hospital that Owen worked in, the Grand Library that Marx over saw, the courtroom, Prison and matching Torture chamber. But one section that was often overlooked for its lack of visitors was the Magical Lab. It was this division of the castle that all dungeon spoils went to first to be checked over before being distributed to their appropriate places. They also were in charge of investigating spells, potions, magical creatures, tools and their potential creation and/or origins.

It was considered an unofficial magic knights squad only because of how dangerous their own job could be at times. One could injure themselves on a mysterious magical tool just as easily as someone going into a dungeon to try and retrieve it. However they had no real squad name, no cloak and was usually the place where those who had failed to pass the Magic Knights entrance exam would go to next should they still want to serve their country somehow. So those who did know about the division often saw it as a place that picked up leftovers. They were never talked about by citizens, because of how easy it was to forget they even existed, and to actual Magic Knights they were considered a joke because it was understood they rarely went into the field and remained locked up in "julius basement."

"Why would the Wizard King think we need some… pencil pushing drop out to help us!?" They had started walking back to the base and Nebra was heatedly voicing her opinion.

"He was calling this an investigation rather than an extermination. Maybe he thought one of them should take notes on a new species of creature." Nozel tried to rationalize it himself. As he too didn't understand what was running through Julius' mind.

"Does that mean we'll need to capture one alive." Solid groaned. "But it's easier to rip them apart."

"I bet I could kill more of them than you could." Nebra giggled.

"Oh, is that a challenge sister?" Solid got a grin on his face that, some would say, bordered on being too evil looking.

"When is this magical scholar supposed to be showing up anyway." The silver haired girl asked. While she didn't want to deal with some weakling, they would have a responsibility for them while they were under Silver Eagles protection.

"Supposedly they're already waiting for us at the base." Nozel entered the gates that lead into the Silver Eagles base. A grand manor made of white stone with its own courtyard, statues of eagles in various positions of flight lined the walkway up to large double doors where two plates of the Silver Eagles logo were embedded.

"What do you think they look like?" Solid asked his sister as they walked into the common room of the base.

"Probably some stout man. Hunched over, wear's glasses. They're probably filthy too, I hear they sleep in their work spaces and never change their clothes." She had a small grin on her face as she described what all the rumors made the researchers out to be.

"And we have to work with someone like that?" Solid grimaced at the thought.

"Sorry to be such a burden."

All three of the Silver Eagles stopped half way through their common room when someone spoke up. A woman was sitting on one of their couches, she was dressed in clean nobles attire; a cream colored blouse with high waisted green shorts and thigh high boots. Her hair was a soft brown color and impossibly long with some sort of ear muffs wrapping around the back of her head. She looked right at home on their couch as she flipped through a paper another member must have left on the coffee table.

Nozel looked at her, then to the other present eagles who had moved off to a corner to be as far from her as they could. The look their Captain gave them was a silent demand of an explanation but many of them just shook their heads.

"Who do you think you are?" Solid approaches her first, glaring down at her as if she was a stain on their precious expensive seat. "This is the Silver Eagles base, not some common parlor for you to lounge in."

"I'm well aware." The woman did not look up from her paper. In fact, she crossed one leg over the other as she turned the page to continue reading.

"Why you-!" Solid looked ready to snatch it right from her hand but Nozel held an arm up to block his path.

"Are you the researcher Julius assigned to us?" Nozel had caught onto her earlier comment to his brother's words.

"That's correct." Was her simple response.

Something about her was bothering the Captain… and it wasn't just her rudeness. "What is your name?"

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?"

Or maybe she was just testing her luck…

A vein started to ache in Nozel's jaw. "I highly doubt that is necessary, I'm certain you would know-"

She cut him off with a flurry of the newspaper before folding it back up and setting it on the table. "Are we not Strangers?"

"I beg your pardon?" The two younger Silva's glanced at each other before taking a step back from Nozel, as his tone was getting more irritated with each word.

The woman stood up and finally looked at Nozel, she was short, probably around five feet. And for a split moment he was caught off by her eyes. Her gaze was intense but their color is what confused him the most, her irises were peach in color and he swore her pupils were white. "I don't think we've ever met before. A proper knight, and gentleman, introduces himself to a Lady first before asking for her name."

Was his woman really the one he was going to be stuck with the entire time they were here? Who did she think she was, she dressed like a noble and spoke like a noble. But more about her reminded him of a foreigner.

Sucking in a slow breath Nozel composed himself. Best to stay calm and on good terms with her, even if she was lower than him. He doubted he could simply replace her if she had been hand picked by Julius for this task.

"Nozel Silva, head of house Silva and Captain of the Silver Eagles." He begrudgingly relented.

The woman gave him a curtsy, despite not wearing a skirt. "Briar Rose. I go by Briar, and am the Magic Researcher assigned to the Silver Eagles until further notice. Please take care of me."

Despite her attitude she seemed to have some tact…

"Is this a joke?" Solid interjected.

The woman glanced up. Her expression like stone, completely unreadable as the younger Silva now had her attention.

"I don't understand." She responded simply.

"Brother we can't honestly be taking this woman, can't we change her out for someone else?"

"Solid…" Nozel sighed. As if he had already thought of that…

"Now that I look at you…" Nebra brought a hand up to her mouth as her eyes flicked over the other woman's form. "I don't see a grimoire anywhere on you."

Nozel's eyes quickly shot up and down. He probably hadn't noticed before because a Grimoire was something almost every adult had. It would be silly to just assume you had to look for it first. But as he stared at her he didn't see a book or a holster for one. Rather she seemed to have some kind of dagger strapped to the back of her waist.

"Of course you wouldn't." Briar looked back at Nebra as if she was the fool. "I don't have one."

"What?" The eagles looked shocked. To think there was another being like that Loud mouthed bull? And so much older in age, how had no one ever heard of this woman before?

"Send her back brother!" Solid demanded as he turned to Nozel. "She doesn't know her place and will only slow us down! If we have to have some left over mage- no you're not even a mage are you." Briar's face remained unchanged despite Solids biting words. "Exchange her for someone who could actually defend themselves, I don't want to babysit some magicless freak."

He spoke of her as if she was some broken toy he wanted to give back.

"Is that your only issue with me?" She gave a slight tilt of her head and Solid jolted suddenly. The look in her eyes had changed to a more predatory one, like he was being sized up for a hunt.

"What-" he tried to speak but Briar took a step forward into his space.

"If that is all then I can prove to you I'm not some defenseless babe in need of your guard." Her eyes were intense with the shadows cast over them as she stared him down.

Her head whipped to Nozel, who remained unmovinging during the whole encounter. "Do you have a training ground here in your base?"

"Of course we do." As if the Silver eagles wouldn't have one of the best spaces to spar with magic.

"Then please…" she glared down at Solid who looked angrier and more determined to put her in her place. "Lead the way."

[kscribbs]

ITS ME! I've come for your ass! I got questions about the blorbos!

Mel:

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon? What kind of trainer would they be?

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

🔪 What does your OC think how they’ll die? 

Lucy:

🥪 On a scale from 'burns water' to '5 course menu' how well can your OC cook?

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it? (I HAD to give lucy this question by the way. I thought it was rather poignant 💀)

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

Ozzy:

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Thanks boo!

HELLO!

SO sorry this took as long as it did! Been a crazy few days.

I kiinda went off on one? 😬 So reader discretion is advised, lol.

Mel:

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon?

Magikarp, hands down.

The way Magikarp is described in Pokédex always tickles me. SO unnecessarily brutal:

“Underpowered”, “pathetic”, “only capable of flopping and splashing”, “no one knows why/how it has managed to survive”, “famous for being very unreliable”, etc., etc., etc....

Poor lil’ meow meow, right? Ha ha. 

—Wee Bastard Shocks the World by evolving into Gyarados and just, fucking. Annihilating everything around it with irrepressible rage.

Slippery lil’ fucker w latent anger issues? Underestimated, looked down on… Ultimately lethal and very, very unstable? Mel af.

We haven’t arrived at her backstory yet but girl CAN and WILL go John Wick on a bitch given the right circumstances, and is far more powerful/capable than most give her credit for. I mean, she controls water. People are MADE UP of at least 70% water. Mm. 

What kind of trainer would they be?

Fisher, lmao. Seeing as they’re most often depicted as middle-aged/old men, which is what Mel is at her core. And then ofc there’s the fact that they specialise in Water-Type Pokemón, and those that benefit from rain. 

(I did also consider Free Diver).

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

Mel speaks many languages! All European:

Hungarian, Russian, Basque/Euskaran, French, German, Faroese, Swedish, Norwegian, Dutch, Finnish, Czech and probs several others. Girl’s moved around a LOT. 

🔪 How does your OC think they’ll die? 

Either doing something extremely brave/selfless, or extremely stupid. Possibly both. Her hydromancy talents don't work quite as well on herself, so she doesn't know for sure.

Luce:

🥪 On a scale from 'burns water' to '5 course menu' how well can your OC cook?

Digressing for a sec to bestow a Fun Fact: I once made a batch of banana nut muffins that, at some point during the baking process, acquired the structural integrity of a Nokia 3310, so long were they left in the oven (I forgot about them). They were also jet black. You know that blacker than black, True Black colour — or lack thereof — that like, absorbs all light? Yeah.

Anyhoo, I did a wee sketch (bonus Jacquie/Ozzy(!)), because, despite the disastrous results, Lucy is rather proud of her efforts! :3

So yeah, burns water, essentially. 

Jack affectionately refers to her as “ICBM: Intercontinental Ballistic Miller”, bc of her tendency to nuke everything she touches.

I can see her smothering certain bakes in copious amounts of pink frosting, to hide the taste of… well, charcoal.

(In an earlier draft of ML she was actually a fairly proficient baker, but then I realised two things: A. She can’t be good at everything and B. It would be sweet/funny if Jack gave her cooking lessons at some point (and did so in the style of Gordon Ramsey), seeing as CS!Jack is, as I understand it, quite a capable chef. He can make a mean omelette, at the very least! So yeah, she does improve eventually. And she’s quite passionate about the craft, despite her poor skills. Loves GBBO. Owns numerous Mary Berry cookbooks. Would sell her soul for a Paul Hollywood handshake, as would we all). 

I realise this question is about Lucy, but I’ll just throw in that Melusine isn’t a particularly good cook either, which is where she and I differ bc, despite the above anecdote, I’m actually not that bad in the kitchen. (She DOES however make REALLY good sushi). 

(I seem to remember Dite also enjoying baking. That being the case it sparks joy to picture her, too, giving Luce some pointers).

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it? (I HAD to give lucy this question by the way. I thought it was rather poignant 💀)

Hahaha haha ha… Wowww, I mean. Not like I’ve had annnyyyyyy reason to consider this scenario, AT ALL.

BUT.

Imma going out on a limb here and say she’d probs spend the day Planning.

ML!Lucy is v much a doer. Very driven/practical. She’d want to ensure that whatever enterprise she’d embarked on prior to her untimely demise was seen through to the end, one way or another. She’d write letters to all her loved ones, not only leaving instructions but also -- I'm guessing -- spilling her lil' heart out. So that they could be left in NO doubt as to how she really felt about them.

And then she’d just… enjoy the time she had left. Not make a big fuss, stoical as she is :(

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

I thought about this long and hard and eventually came to the conclusion that she and Ri once went on a jewellery-making course, which Lucy particularly enjoyed, thereby inspiring her to take it up as a sort-of-hobby.

Ozzy:

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Two possibilities:

Possibility 1:

Treasures forever. Probs stores in his lil’ Trinket Room.

Possibility 2:

The book title is a callback to THIS absolute stroke of genius.

ANYWAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, LMELS. APOLOGIES FOR SPLURGING 😂😂

[kasey-writes-stuff]

AEW anon here- i’m glad I found you too! I love your headcanons for OC and Kenny. Thank you for writing them :) I love the idea of Orange being the most unbearably casual ler ever. like just wrecking your shit and not saying a word just smirking down at you as he puts in the least effort possible but you’re still dying. He’s one of my faves at the moment so I was delighted to hear your thoughts about him! I think it’s so adorable to think of him as a lee too. I feel like he’d have one of those silent laughs where you can’t tell he’s laughing at first especially with his sunglasses on. His shoulders just bounce and he’s all squeaky until his true laugh comes out. What are your thoughts on Danhausen? And who are some of your other favorite AEW wrestlers? Thank you again for taking the time to post hc’s!

Aahhh yes yes yes so true he really would but he’d have the biggest smile on his face and he’d like still be trying to act sooo casual like nothings happening even though he’s literally shaking with laughter

DAN I MISS HIM I MISS HIM SO MUCH HELPP

He gives me ler vibes for sure maybe ler with just barely some switch but mostly ler

He will only let a very small group tickle him but even when he does they never get away with it

Said group is best friends, OC, Kris and Ethan page (my beloved)

Dan is ofc a very very silly ler he definitely leans playful ler but can be rough when needed or wanted

He definitely makes a lot of silly noises when tickling his lees

He’d use teases like “oh yea I can tell you’re definitely not ticklish here at all” when the lee is denying being ticklish

He’s definitely one for sneak tickles at anytime anywhere

But he does keep the more drawn out tickles to more smaller settings like between you and the group mentioned above

But he’ll definitely still sneak up and give some squeezes or pokes or maybe even a quick scribble just as he’s passing you no matter what you’re doing

When he does do the more drawn out tickles he definitely is asking as its starting “hmm should I be very nice danhausen or should I be very evil danhausen?”

Sometimes he’s genuinely asking what you’d like other times it’s a rhetorical question and he’s most definitely picking and just using it as a tease

Hmm I feel like he’d like hips and sides a lot because of like how jumpy they usually make people

As for himself he doesn’t have a favorite spot to be tickled really but if he had to try and choose one it would be his ears cause they’re not really bad they just get a few giggles

Worst spots umm hmm see since I can’t really picture him being tickled it’s hard to get an idea for his worst spots

I’m gonna say ribs

Some other faves of mine are

Jon moxley

Wheeler yuta

Sammy Guevara

Britt baker

Adam cole

Hook

Jack perry

Bryan danielson

Hangman Adam page

There’s probably others I’m forgetting but those are the first to come to mind

Aahhh I’m so glad you’re enjoying the HC’s if you have any requests I’m totally open to it and to discussing your thoughts on them

[ultimatedemonsimp]

I've had all of this on my mind for too long and I refuse to apologize for what I'm about to do, but I understand that I'm prolly trash.

Bakers Family Tickle Headcanons

Jack Baker

Pre-infection:

This semi-sweet old man is a switch

Mainly goes after Zoe and Lucas, but does get into tickle fights with Marguerite pretty regularly (most of which he loses, btw)

Absolutely does the whole tickle monster spiel, don't even argue with me, I'm also pretty confident that he teases with compliments

Somewhat rough, but not too much

Raspberries are his favorite fruits. Just look at that man's gd beard-

Doesn't push anyone past their limits

Mostly likes to suprise his lee (leaning over the back of the couch, jumping at them or from behind corners, ect.)

Basically, even before Eveline and her "gift", you still couldn't walk around that house without feeling like you were about to be attacked by him

Old man is also very ticklish

Mostly tickled by Marguerite, but, every once in a while, Lucas has the nuts to get his father back

Ribs, stomach, sides and hips are his worst spots, mostly belly laughs

Likes to receive raspberry as much as he likes to give them

6/10 for ticklishness

Post-infection:

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

LER

With ever cell in his mold body, ler

Still tickles his family, but it's become more directed at Eveline and Lucas

That being said, he's very gentle with Eveline, the hivemind making sure he knows exactly what she wants and when

He still has tickle fights with Marguerite, but they've have become more savage and only slightly less loving

Zoe no longer interacts with the family enough to really do any of that anymore

But Lucas... poor Lucas gets his shit wrecked regularly.

A few long gone "family members" have been subjected to this sadistic old man's wrath, as well, but that's not to be dwelled on

As said above, Jack has become a sadistic fuck

Very rough, but not enough to leave bruises

Still uses the tickle monster act, but is much less affectionate than before, taking to scolding and/or insults instead of compliments when tickling someone other than Eveline

Still has his love of raspberries, giving and receiving

Limits? Don't know 'em

Is still as ticklish as before, same places, same reactions, if not a little more dramatic or erratic

Loves to chase his lees, taunting them the whole time (think of the shit he says while looking for Ethan in-game, but alter some of them a little)

Still 6/10, but he's a drama queen.

Marguerite Baker

Pre-infection

Mama of the year is a switch

Other than the tickle fights with Jack, she mainly goes after Lucas and sometimes Zoe

Very loving with her children, mostly does the "coochi-coo" kind of teases

A little bit mean to her husband tho-

She does the "now what are you doin' down there?" that I'm pretty sure all moms do

Really likes to back her lee up against a wall so they can slide down it and she gets to use that line

Stops far before her lee's limit

Southern mama is ticklish, but much less than her husband

Worst spots are the soles of her feet and underneath her toes, shrieks for days

Everywhere else is mostly giggles, whines, and the occasional squeal

Ticklishness is a 4/10

Post-infection

Another one that went from a pretty sweet switch to a mean ler

On rare occasions, she send her little bugs to crawl around on her lee

Not biting, not eating them alive, just walking and fluttering around

Still goes after Lucas, but not as much as Jack does

Is only a little rough with her little baby boy

Zoe doesn't stay around them long enough for tickles

Eveline, of course, is her main lee, who she is very gentle with

Tickle fights with Jack are more rough, though she sometimes tries to start and keep them light, which only really happens a few times every year, when the two of them are cuddled up together in the same bed like a proper husband and wife, tired enough to not want to full-on wrestle, but not enough to get them to sleep

Like her husband, she likes to chase her lee and search for them while they hide

Unlike her husband, she prefers to stay rather quiet, occasionally making comments on finding her lee

Only knows Lucas' and Eveline's limits, anyone else is fucked

Still ticklish, it was actually enhanced a little

Places other than her toes and soles produce more than giggles

Bumped up to a 5/10

Lucas Baker

Pre-infection

Boi is a lee-leaning switch that can't catch a break

Everyone in this house is trying to tickle him at every opportunity

Has tickled people back, but not often, other than Zoe

Him and Zoe have always had very rough and mean tickle fights

Whenever he tickled his father back, he tried to be mean, but it didn't work all that well

Actually just ended up just getting wrecked again afterwards-

Doesn't try to get his mama back though, doesn't mind it all that much from her

Gets Zoe at every chance, though

There's a 50/50 chance he'll respect limits

Ticklish everywhere, but especially his knees and waist

9/10, very ticklish boi

Post-infection

This mans lost all his fight-

Lee, mostly because his old man tuckers him out so much that he can't move for at least ten minutes

Not fully though, he still pops into the trailer to annoy his sister almost weekly

To make sure suspicion doesn't arise, tickles Eveline from time to time, still hates her

Jesus christ, he though he was ticklish enough-

Damn near screeches everywhere

Went from frantically trying to push your hand off his knee while laughing like a maniac to kicking you in the face while screaming like a banshee

He gives off major brat vibes, so that's what I'm going with

Chase him. You won't be disappointed.

It can be running through the giant house or hiding in the bayou, he loves it

Pull a Jack Baker and taunt him, he'll run faster, but also make more mistakes, like getting cornered

Those things are what makes him hate his dad so much because that's always what he does

11/10, went from very ticklish boi to *incoherent screeching*

Zoe Baker

Before Eveline

Was already a ler

Went after the whole family, too

Sneak up behind Lucas while he's doing an engineer and attack with claws to the waist

Daddy's working on the car? Well, he'd better pull down the hem of his shirt or his tickle monster of a daughter is gonna attack

Mama can't cook without checking if her daughter's around every few seconds or she'll be interrupted by a familiar set of fingers kneading her sides

Doesn't tease her parents, but Lucas, of course, gets all of it

Playfully makes fun of him for not fighting it all too much

Got her ler from her father and her lee from her mother

Not very ticklish, but more than her ma'

Hips and stomach are the worst

5/10

After Eveline, the only tickle related things that happened or changed was that she didn't interact with anyone but Lucas.

THEY'RE HERE! FINALLY!

I may or may not make one specifically for Eveline and/or Mia.

[lydiaas]

You should be applauding me. I kept an eye on Hobden while you went to get your car. I should be applau--I would have stuck out, standing around on the street. Well, I didn’t.

[milazka]

pull yourself together | 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

the less i know the better masterlist

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summary: i really don’t know how to summarize this, if anyone has suggestions, leave them in the comments please!

warnings: swearing, smoking.

last thought: it’s a short one, i always hate writing the first chapter/one shot of a story. also, i won’t follow the exact timeline of ginny and georgia, i will use some events but it will be focused on charlie and marcus. btw, i made them seventeen cause i don’t want to write smut for fifteen years old kids. hope you’ll still enjoy! love, milz.

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Nights are peaceful. 

Some will say it’s the most dangerous time to be outside, especially for a girl. Some others may be afraid of the dark or convinced that only bad things happen during those unlighted hours. For Charlie and Marcus, night equals freedom. Everything seems to be in slow motion, trapped in the silence of darkness. It creates a safe space where they can live fully, without boundaries.

Her age-old well-worn black converses stride on the slightly damp pavement, kicking the tiny rocks along the yellow stripe in the middle of the road. The cloud-covered nocturnal sky captivates her attention. Her cerulean eyes linger on every detail of the damp air masses, paying no particular care to her surroundings, knowing the path to her final destination by heart. Some clouds remind her of animals, while others are more in the shape of objects.The habitual barking of Jack, Marcus' neighbor's dog, indicates that she's a house away from her best friend's home. 

Charlie turns into the hallway, sneaking through the opening in the fence that leads to the backyard of the Baker's house. Kurt Cobain's exhilarating voice is cut short when her earphones cord gets stuck in the fence, yanking them from her ears. She tucks them into the front pocket of her forest green jacket, turning off Smell like Teen Spirit’s melody. 

Leaning against the old wooden door frame, arms crossed over her chest, she quietly contemplates the eighteen-year-old man laying on a small rolling piece of wood, his head buried under the old motorcycle engine. 

“Howdy, blondie,” her best friend’s deep, raspy voice shouts from under the bike. A soft smile slips on her rosy lips; he knew it was her, no one else would come here to meet him in the middle of the night. She tilts her head to the side, watching him grab the screwdriver with his right hand, a perfectly rolled joint between his plump lips.

“Hey John Bender,” she can see him smirk at the nickname which is a reference to the first time they met, five years ago. “How was your day?” 

“Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched,” he rolls forward, revealing his oil-stained face. Her sapphire eyes roll; Marcus always provides the same exact response whenever she asks him about his day. She shouldn't even ask him anymore, she thought.

“Still working on this bike? I thought your mom told ya to get rid of it,” she gracefully steps over his outstretched legs, stealing his blunt with the tip of her thumb and forefinger. 

“She did,” he says, a faint smile teasing the corner of his lips. “That’s why I’m working on it at night,” his tall sculpted figure stands in front of her, eyes to eyes with her since she sits on the stainless steel countertop. 

“Ellen will kill you,” she blows a cloud of tarnished air on his face, grinning at the sight of his scrunching nose and half-closed eyelids.

“Oh I know,” his crinkled eyes give him an innocent look as he inhales the poisonous smoke exiting the blonde's parted lips. “That’s why she can’t know, capiche?”

“I guess that would probably be a good time to tell you that your parents bedroom light is on,” his hand immediately flicks the light switch, plunging the whole space into complete darkness with the exception of the bright light emanating from the master bedroom window. They both fall into silence, him watching carefully through the window while she leans her back against the wall, mesmerized by how his eyes sparkle in the reflection of light. She has always loved his light-brown eyes and how she is able to read him through them.

“Shit, she’s in the kitchen” he curses, seizing her delicate hands in his calloused ones, yanking her from the countertop that was in sight of the sink window. The blunt still between her soft lips, he pins her against the corner of the wall, hiding the both of them out of sight of his dear beloved mother. From her perspective, she can see his jugular vein pumping quicker than normal, pushing an increased flow of blood through his body. His hands are slightly clammy and coated with motor oil. Her fingertips gently graze the scar along his right hand that he got when he attempted to climb up the gutter to get to her room last summer. As far back as she can remember, Marcus had always been the taller of the pair, and he never failed to remind Charlie when she had trouble climbing the fence of the public pool in the middle of the night or when she was struggling to climb up to his bedroom window. 

Their noses graze as he leans his head towards hers, grasping the joint between his teeth. He let go of her hand, taking the forbidden thing between his dirt-covered fingers. The warmth smoke tickles the top of her skull before she lifts her chin up to meet his hazel orbs. 

 “If this was a romantic comedy, we would’ve kissed by now.”

His furrowed eyebrows show his surprise and it doesn't take long for a smile to appear at the corner of his luscious lips. His thin, long-fingered hands are pressed against the wall on both sides of her head, his face close to hers to the point where their breaths merge.

“Should I correct that?” marcus whispers, his lips curled into his well-known cocky grin that she is so used to seeing. 

“It was an observation, not a request, idiot!” 

“Your loss, darling,” he winks as she pushes him away, her two hands resting on his chest covered with a Pink Floyd shirt. She then stands on tiptoes, her mouth a few inches away from his ear.

“Pull yourself together, Marc’,” a shiver runs down his spine as her warm breath brushes against the skin of his neck. “I know you’re the one dreaming about it.” 

Oh if she knew.

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Special delivery

Takes place in fall of Bitty’s junior year

Holster balanced the stack of boxes on his arm while he turned to shove the door closed with his foot.

“Rans, how much protein powder did you order?” he said, carrying the boxes towards the coffee table. “Like, a year’s supply?”

“That’s not all protein powder,” Ransom said. “The boxes aren’t all the same.”

“I did order tape,” Holster said. “And extra sheets. I forgot that I cut that one set up to make a toga last year.”

“And I got a new set of slides,” Ransom said. “I left mine at home by mistake.”

“You’ve been showering at Faber barefoot?” Holster turned back from the junk drawer with a utility knife and raised both eyebrows. “That is seriously disgusting, bro. We could have like, gone to Target or something.”

Ransom shrugged.

“I didn’t catch anything,” he said. “I don’t think.”

“Better you than me,” Holster said, inserting the tip of the knife into the tape that held the top box closed.

He slit the tape and pulled the box open. It was the smallest one, and kind of light, so maybe Ransom’s slides? He pushed the plastic packing material out of the way and to find a box of condoms.

“Ransom, are these yours?” he said, suddenly feeling a little sick. Sure, Ransom dated around, but an economy-size box of condoms? Maybe he ordered them for the Haus. They’d be good to have around, especially during kegsters. Encouraging good choices and all that shit.

“What?” Ransom peered into the shipping carton. “Trojans? No. I use Durex.”

“Right,” Holster said, stifling the giggle that wanted to bubble up. He knew that. He’d seen the box -- a normal-size box -- in the attic. “I thought maybe you got them, just, you know, to have around. In case someone ends up hooking up.”

“Like put out a bowlful during a party?’ Ransom said. “Sounds like something Shitty would do.”

“That doesn’t make it a bad idea,” Holster said.

“True,” Ransom said. “But I didn’t order them, and you didn’t order them. Who did?”

Holster flipped the top of the box back to read the address label.

“Eric Bittle … Bitty? Why would he need condoms? He hasn’t gone out with anyone since that rugby guy we screwed hin with last year, and that never went anywhere,” Holster said.

“Maybe he’s got a secret life, dude,” Ransom said.

“Like he’s getting out there without us knowing?” Holster said. “How? With who?” “He was away that last weekend before the home opener,” Ransom said.

“He was visiting that cousin, he said,” Holster said.

“He said,” Ransom said.

“You don’t really think … I mean, after screw last year I was pretty sure Bits was y’know, inexperienced,” Holster said.

“You know what Shitty says about virginity being a construct,” Ransom said.

“I didn’t say he was a virgin,” Holster said. “But speaking of Shitty … he and Bitty are close, right? Maybe it was Shitty, and he sent them to Bits. For the Haus. Like he knows Bitty wouldn’t hog them all himself.”

“I think Shitty was closer to Lardo than anybody,” Ransom said. “Except maybe Jack.”

“But he wouldn’t send a box of condoms to Lardo when he’s been pining after her all this time. That would be a little weird.”

“It’s Shitty,” Ransom said. “A little weird is his brand.”

“Whatever,” Holster said. “The problem is what we do now.”

“With what?”

“Unless you have a roll of that Amazon tape, Bitty’s gonna know we opened it and saw what was inside,” Holster said. “Think he’s going to be pissed?”

“Who’s this ‘we’ you speak of?” Ransom said. “I’m not losing pie privileges.”

“Some d-partner you are,” Holster said.

No, man, you're not thinking clearly,” Ransom said. “If he’s mad at both of us, then neither of us get pie. If he’s just mad at you, I get pie. I bring it to the attic, and you can have some.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” Ransom said. “You’re my partner. Well, depending on the kind. And if Bitty lets me leave the kitchen with it. But sure.”

“Well, for now I’m just going to put this in his room,” Holster said. “Maybe he’ll be flustered enough to never mention it. But if he does figure out who opened it, I can chirp him to hell and back. It’s a win either way.”

****

Bitty saw the box on his bed as soon as he dropped his bookbag.

He had been about to strip out of his jeans, pull some shorts on and start a pie, but there the Amazon box, tape slit neatly down the middle.

“Oh, lord,” he said, tiptoeing towards his bed like he could sneak up on the box.

It didn’t have to be the condoms he ordered, he reasoned. He hadn’t ordered anything else, but maybe someone else did. Maybe Jack sent him more French picture books, or his mother sent another sweater. But why would the box be open?

Maybe it was something from someone in the Haus. Maybe Chowder’s aunt had sent the shark cookie cutters he kept talking about, and he left them for Bitty. Sure.

Nope, the label clearly had his name on it. Bitty pulled the flap back, and sure enough, there was the box of Trojans nestled in plastic padding.

Fuck. All he’d wanted was to be prepared if Jack was able to sneak a visit to the Haus sometime. Sometime when everyone else was not around and he could get to Bitty’s room unseen. Sure, maybe 36 condoms was optimistic. So sue him. Once he and Jack got together, he figured out that he liked sex.

Bitty left the box where it was and stalked to his bedroom door. When he opened it, Chowder was just heading out of his room.

“Chowder, sweetheart, you didn’t by any chance put an Amazon box in my room, did you?”

“No,” Chowder said. “Wasn’t me. Is there a mistake or something?”

“Only in having packages sent here,” Bitty muttered.

Aloud, he said, “Do you have any idea who might have delivered it? Did you see anyone?”

“Um, no?” Chorder said, his face screwed up in thought. “Wait a minute -- when I got home a little while ago, Ransom and Holster were both heading down the hall toward the attic stairs. I thought it was weird that they’d both be using the hall bathroom at the same time, but I thought maybe one was waiting for the other one? Or whatever. It’s Ransom and Holster, you know?”

Bitty gave a curt nod.

“I know,” he said. “It’s Ransom and Holster.”

Chowder clattered down the stairs, no doubt off to meet Farmer, and Bitty went back in his room and closed the door to consider his options.

Option one was to simply never speak of it. Maybe they -- or one of them, but it didn’t really matter because they were both there in the hall -- maybe they simply opened the package by mistake, realized it, and put it in his room to avoid any further embarrassment on any of their parts.

Bitty was an adult man, he reasoned. He was allowed to have a sex life. His captains wouldn’t argue with that. Heck, they’d tried (and failed miserably) to facilitate it. The question was whether they could accept him having a sex life and not sharing the deets.

Option two was to confront them with the open box and ask who they thought they were, going through his mail. Mail tampering was a crime, wasn’t it? Maybe that didn’t extend to package deliveries, but the principle was the same. He could tell them that if they breathed one word about it -- to him or anyone else -- they could say goodbye to pie for the rest of the semester.

That option had its appeal, but it might do nothing more than show Ransom and Holster that that this was a sensitive topic for Bitty. Doing that would be like putting a big red button in the middle of his forehead that said, “Push me.” They wouldn’t be able to resist.

So back to option one. He wouldn’t say anything if they didn’t.

****

For a while, the topic of the Amazon delivery that mysteriously made its way -- opened -- to Bitty’s room didn’t come up.

Bitty could have forgotten it, almost. Maybe he would have, if he didn’t notice Holster shooting him a curious glance when he announced he was going to spend the day in the library on a Sunday. Or if Ransom didn’t ask him -- twice -- if he’d figured out what his type was, so he and Holster could do a better job of hooking him up for Winter Screw this year.

So the box of condoms, now safely squirreled away at the back of his closet, didn’t tickle his brain much. Or at least its manner of arrival didn’t, not until Ransom and Holster started planning the post-midterms kegster.

“So,uh, you have anything to contribute, Bitty?” Ransom asked over breakfast a couple of das before the party. He had his laptop open and the party planning spreadsheet pulled up.

“Well, I was planning on making a few batches of cookies,” Bitty said. “And maybe some brownies … blondies if you think they’d go over. But no hand pies. They take too much work and no one appreciates them properly at a kegster.”

“I got all that,” Ransom said.

“He meant, like, what maybe Shitty suggested?” Holster asked.

“Oh, no, I am not doing that,” Bitty said. “I don’t mind making some special brownies for Shitty every now and again, when he asks and when he supplies the weed. But not for a party. I don’t want anyone to get confused or not know and end up high when they’re not expecting it. And I don’t want a reputation as that kind of a baker.”

“Wait … you’ve made Shitty pot brownies?” Holster said. “And you didn’t give us any?”

“It was his weed, Holster,” he explained again. “And it was over the summer, when I came up to stay with Jack. Y’all weren’t even around.”

“Jack has had pot brownies in his kitchen?” Holster asked, incredulous.

“No,” Bitty said. “I spent a day in Cambridge with Shitty, too. Lardo was there too if you don’t believe me.”

“See?” Ransom said.

“Fine,” Holster said. “But Bits, we’re thinking maybe Shitty reminded you to make sure everyone has a chance to be protected, y’know, in case the opportunity arises.”

“Protected?” Bitty said, feeling a bit nauseous.

“And lubricated,” Ransom said. “Just a little.”

“Just a little lubricated?” Bitty said. “I thought he left y’all the recipe for tub juice.”

“He did,” Ransom said. “And that’ll make you a lot lubricated, but not necessarily in a safe way.”

“Look, Bits,” Holster said. “We know about the box of Trojans you got. We figured maybe Shitty suggested that we put them out for parties, y’know, to help people make better decisions. Seemed like a Shitty thing to do.”

Bitty paused. He thought about going with it. Fluffing it off on Shitty trying to lecture the team all the way from Cambridge. But if he did that, he’d be playing into the false idea that Ransom and Holster had, the idea that in addition to looking twelve years old when he stood next to his huge and buff teammates, he was as inexperienced as a child. And he would have to give up the condoms he got for when Jack visited.

“No,” he finally said. “I bought those. For myself.”

“Bits, you don’t need a condom when you’re by yourself,” Holster said.

“I said I bought them for myself, not that I was going to use them by myself,” Bitty said. “And I’ll thank you not to go through my mail next time. I was willing to believe it was an accident, but here you are trying to get me to give up my property.”

“They’re condoms, Bitty,” Holster said. “Not the deed to Boardwalk.”

“Not the point.”

“How about this?” Ransom said. “You let us put the condoms out, because the more I think about it, it is a good idea. We keep whatever is left over in a stash for the Haus -- a stash you can use too if you want. You can take the money to cover the cost from the fine jar. Whether you use it to buy condoms or not … well, we won’t know, because we learned our lesson about checking the names on packages. What do you say?”

“Fine,” Bitty said. “If you insist.”

“Great,” Holster said. “Bring them down early so we can tear the strips apart.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n.”

The whole thing was ridiculous, Bitty thought, as he put down a full tray of cookies in the place of one that held only crumbs. The condoms were right there on the food table, arranged in a glass salad bowl. It looked like a few had already been taken.

It was silly for him to have bought so many anyway.

He was still looking at the bowl when he heard a Holster whoop from the area of the front door.

“Jack! We weren’t expecting you tonight! Excellent game yesterday.”

Bitty plucked a handful of condoms from the bowl and thrust them into his pocket.

****

Also posted to AO3 as part of Bits ‘n’ Pieces

[localswordlesbian]

Something There That Wasn’t There Before

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The morning Martin wakes up and realizes his mother has wandered off, he knows he's in trouble. He just never expected this sort of trouble. Never expected a secluded castle beyond the woods, a friendly group of Archival Assistants trapped by an evil curse – a curse saying that if their boss, the reclusive Archivist Jonathan Sims doesn't have someone fall in love with him, he'll remain a monster subservient to the Beholding, and they'll all be trapped forever. Martin never bargained for curse-breaking, but he's never been a quitter.

When Martin woke up to find his mother gone, he knew he was in trouble.

He silently cursed himself as he ran through the house, shouting for her as he checked every room he could possibly think of, even creaking open the door to the attic despite knowing perfectly well his mother couldn’t climb those stairs if she tried.

Not that she ever did, of course. But that wasn’t relevant. What was relevant was that she was gone, and Martin hadn’t the slightest clue of where to find her.

He stopped in the kitchen, pushing his hands through his unruly hair, willing his racing heart to calm down. Just think, Martin. Where would she have gone?

Staring out the window as the town whisked by on their way to run their errands for a typical Saturday morning, Martin grabbed his coat and ran outside. Of course, you daft fool, he chastised himself. She must have just gotten hungry and gone to get bread. Nothing to worry about.

Walking through the town, dodging chickens and waving hello to familiar faces, Martin kept an eye out for the small, familiar form of his mother. Instead, he spotted a man taping a sign to an old, wooden building. Martin smiled as the man turned, waving a friendly hello.

“Blackwood!” the man shouted jovially, sauntering over from his previous perch by the door of the town’s old library. “In the mood for a new adventure? We got a couple donations from a library over in the city. Some Leitner fellow? Didn’t get a look at the books, but I thought you might want to be the first to check them out.”

Martin smiled his first real smile all day. “Thanks, Phil, but I’m in a bit of a hurry at the moment. Have you seen Mum today?”

Phil frowned thoughtfully, rubbing his scruffy beard, stark white against his dark skin. “I think I did, now that you mention ‘er. Saw her walking down the road, towards the bakery. Probably went to get bread? You need to keep a better eye on that woman, my boy. She won’t be able to remember the way home for much longer.”

Martin nodded. “I know. Slipped my mind this morning.”

Phil placed a friendly hand on Martin’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize, young man. These things happen.”

“Thanks. Sorry about the books – I’m sure I’ll be back soon to check them out.”

“No rush – they probably aren’t going anywhere. Now go fetch your mum before she falls into that darned well.”

Waving goodbye, Martin set off down the road toward the bakery. Some people gave Martin a friendly nod or a wave, some gave him a wide berth in the streets. Martin, for his part, mostly kept his eyes ahead of him, until he felt something ram into his legs and wrap around his middle, nearly causing him to take a tumble into the dust.

“Jack, you’ve got to be more careful,” Martin scolded the little boy who was now latched on to Martin’s waist. “I could’ve fallen!”

The little boy, Jack, only giggled in response. “Mr. Martin, did you hear that Mr. Phil got new books in the library? Could you read them to me? Please? Please please please pleasepleaseplease –“

“Yes, Jack, I promise I’ll read them to you,” Martin said with a smile, prying the boy’s small, calloused hands from behind his back. “How about tomorrow morning? I’m a little busy today, but I promise I’ll read to you tomorrow.”

Jack pouted, his freckled face puffing up in annoyance. “Promise?”

“I promise. I’ll be at the well at noon.”

Seeming satisfied, Jack poked Martin’s nose with his finger before sprinting off in the other direction. Martin smiled to himself as he stood and continued down the road – he loved reading to the kids in the town, teaching them the joys that words could bring to the world. They were all a little young for poetry, which was Martin’s personal guilty pleasure read, but he enjoyed reading them children’s books and fairy tales all the same.

Arriving at the bakery, Martin nudged past the line outside, earning him grunts of protest and annoyed glares as he made his way to the window.

“Get in line, boy!” the baker shouted as he sold a loaf to an old woman in a dark cardigan and skirt.

“Sorry, Charles, I was just wondering if you’d seen Mum today?” Martin wrung his hands nervously, the eyes of the annoyed patrons feeling as though they were burning holes in his back.

Charles, the baker, narrowed his eyes. “I did, I saw her head towards the far end of town, towards the woods.”

Martin’s stomach plummeted as he hurriedly thanked Charles and began to walk quickly, up the road once again, a walk that turned into a run as his heart thundered in his chest. Why was she leaving town? What could possibly be in the woods? Where was she intending on going?

Martin sprinted beyond the buildings, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his legs carried him beyond the town and out into the woods. After what felt like an eternity and a second at the same time, Martin slowed, wheezing to catch his breath, as he beheld the looming, foggy forest before him.

Shit.

Martin was oh so hopelessly lost.

After hours of trudging through the woods, twigs breaking under his heavy footfalls as he shouted for his mum until his voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was splintering, Martin was beginning to lose hope of ever finding his mum or returning to town. He didn’t even know which way the town was anymore, with the looming figures of the trees seeming to make the paths shift right before his eyes. As he stopped in a clearing, his feet aching and his throat begging for water, Martin surveyed what was before him.

Fog seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see in all directions. Behind Martin was a steep cliff that he couldn’t hope to scale if he tried, to his left was trees and fog, same as behind him. To his right, he noticed, was a winding trail that led downwards, leading off to who-knew-where.

Breathing a sigh of defeat, Martin made his way down that path, hoping beyond all hope to either find his mother, the path back to town, or somewhere he could take shelter for the night. The creeping darkness paired with the fog meant he could hardly see in front of him, and the night chill was piercing through his coat and jumper. He shivered as he walked, trying not to let his mind spiral with thoughts of what could have happened to his mum, focusing instead on how his teeth chattered and his feet hurt and his shoulders ached from slumping in on himself in an attempt to stay warm. At the bottom of the path, before him stood tall iron gates, gates which had swung open, seeming to mockingly invite Martin inside.

Had Martin been in his right of mind, he would have immediately turned around and walked away. Though he couldn’t see through the fog, he knew there could be nothing good on the other side of the wicked looking gates.

But Martin was not in his right of mind – he was cold, he was in pain, and he was panicking. So, without a moment’s hesitation, Martin marched through the gates and emerged in what appeared to be a beautiful garden.

For a moment, Martin was awestruck, and he could feel lines from a poem he might write tickling the back of his mind. The stone path he walked on was made up of hundreds of pieces of what appeared to be ceramics and broken glass, forming a twisting pattern that looking at nearly made Martin dizzy. In the middle of the path was a tree, growing along a gnarled trunk and sprouting the most beautiful white, black, and red roses he’d ever seen. All across the property grew different types of flowers: rosebushes and peonies and lilies and lilacs guided Martin towards the massive structure looming before him: a massive gothic castle, dark in comparison to the beauty of the garden, with colossal wooden doors, dark bricks piling higher than Martin could see even when he tilted his head, with spires reaching for the sky and a massive clock: it read that it was half past midnight.

Shaking off a shiver that wasn't quite from the chill of night, Martin marched forward and pushed at the doors. They gave with surprisingly little resistance, and Martin walked into the castle foyer.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d expected – for the place to be abandoned, perhaps. Certainly not for the blood-red carpet underfoot to feel soft and to cushion Martin’s footfalls, nor for the dark wood of the interior to look as polished as it did. The foyer was brightly illuminated by a massive chandelier hanging above a grand staircase, which first went upwards before splitting off into left and right. There appeared to be old paintings on the walls, and cabinets lined one side of the front hall.

Beside the door was an ancient-looking wooden coat hanger, so Martin shucked off his coat and hung it up, standing by the door in his favourite yellow wooly jumper and jeans. He walked in slowly, wondering who could possibly be living here.

“Hello?” he called, then cringed as his voice echoed back at him in the vast, empty space. “Mum? Hello? Is anyone here?”

He got no reply, so he dared enter further. To one side he saw an archway that led to a room decorated with an intricate carpet and a comfy-looking sofa, with a roaring fireplace in front of it. The heat hit Martin’s face as he walked towards it, then paused as he noticed a second staircase behind the grand one.

This one was much smaller, leading downwards into what appeared to be a dimly-lit circular stone staircase. The spookiness of it sent shivers down Martin’s spine, and as he debated which direction to go first, he heard the sound of something moving.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice behind him drawled, and Martin yelped as he turned and saw a man standing in front of the couch, the fire behind him accenting his silhouette. As the man approached, Martin could make out more features: pale skin with sunken-in eyes, a lanky figure with long, poorly-dyed black hair and eyeliner accenting his gray eyes. Silver piercings glinted from his eyebrow, nose, and ears, and his nails were painted black that matched his outfit. “You looking for your mum? I heard you shouting.” The man smirked, placing his weight on one foot and crossing his arms in front of him. He seemed friendly, though, if a little intimidating.

“I–yeah,” Martin stammered. “She wandered off this morning? She’s, ah, not exactly in the rightest of minds, so, yeah. Have you seen her?” A hint of hope creeped into his voice.

The man shook his head. “Probably would’ve heard from the boss if she was in the house. Though, the boss can’t see into the basement – Michael and Helen make sure of that.” At Martin’s confused look, the man waved a hand dismissively. “It’s a long story, one that won’t be relevant once you get your mum and get out of here.”

“I–right,” Martin fidgeted with his jumper. He felt like a tele tubby next to this man, and curse Martin’s face for turning red, and he tried to convince himself that it was from the fire and not because he was anxiously facing a sort of cute guy who had just told him he needed to go into a creepy basement to retrieve his mum. “Didn’t you say not to go down there, though?”

The man shrugged. “I hate it down there. You’ll definitely get lost. But if Michael and Helen like you, they should let you go once you’ve found your mum.”

Martin nodded dumbly and tried to muster as much courage as he could, releasing his jumper and willing his hands to be still. “Uh, thanks?”

The man nodded. “No problem. Don’t die.” With that, he walked back towards the couch, vaulted his slim body over it, and settled down. No wonder Martin hadn’t noticed him before – he blended right in.

Taking a deep breath, Martin turned towards the staircase, and before he could talk himself out of it he started the descent.

The staircase was dimly lit by what looked like oil lamps, and Martin felt cramped in the narrow passageway. He felt humidity hanging thick in the air, and soon his ginger curls were plastered to his forehead and his shirt under his jumper was soaked through with sweat. Just as Martin questioned whether the stairs would ever end, his feet hit solid ground and a hallway stretched before him. A hallway lined with cells.

Martin stared at the sight before him, at the ancient looking dungeon that Martin didn’t want to think about why was there. As he stepped forward, he noticed that every cell he passed was empty, which gave him a small amount of relief. Whatever this was, it hadn’t been used in a long time. As he walked, he thought back to the man upstairs’ words.

The boss can’t see into the basement. If Michael and Helen like you, they should let you go once you’ve found your mum. Don’t die.

Who was the boss? How could they see everything in a castle this big? Who were Michael and Helen? Martin picked up his pace, thoroughly spooked and wishing he were back home.

Eventually, he turned around, and nearly stumbled from shock. Behind him was a wall, where there certainly hadn’t been one before. Panic rising in his throat, Martin turned back around and saw with a start that there were now several branching hallways when before it had been a straight path ahead of him. His heart pounding and breath quickening, Martin grabbed the moist wall, wincing at the gross texture but forcing himself to hold on and ground himself. Now is not the time to panic.

Once the panic had become manageable, Martin looked up and saw with a start that there was a figure ahead of him. Familiar dark hair piled on top of the person’s head, and they were dressed in a nightgown and coat.

“Mum?” he called, and the familiar face of his mother looked up at him. As he walked over, her frown deepened into a scowl.

“Where have you been all day?” she demanded.

Martin winced. “I’m sorry. I was looking for you. You went really far, Mum.”

Martin’s mum glowered at him. “Useless. Just like your father.” Martin suppressed a wince, not wanting to let on how wounded he felt at her words. He’d gotten lost and tore his feet up for her, and all she could do was insult him.

Bitterness rose in his throat, and he crushed it down. She’s ill. Let her be. he chided himself. “Come on, Mum. Let’s get you home.”

“Yes, let’s,” drawled a voice that was not his mother’s from behind him. Martin’s shout echoed off the walls, and he heard his mother shush him sharply as he turned and saw a figure leaning on the wall. Behind him, the passage was as it was the first time Martin had looked at it – straight ahead toward the stairs. “I have no problem with letting her go. A nasty piece of work you’ve got there, boy.”

Martin sputtered as he beheld the man – his long, curling blond hair fell past his hips, acting as a cape for his lithe frame. He was dressed in a suit of colours so bright and patterns so disorienting it gave Martin a headache just looking at it. But what was most notable about the man, aside from his high-pitched drawling voice, was his fingers – long and spindly, as though there were several extra joints extending them to inhuman lengths. The man leaned one shoulder against the wall, his long fingers dangling at his sides. “I don’t-“

“What do you think, Helen?” the man addressed someone over Martin’s head – despite how tall Martin was, this man was significantly taller. Craning his neck, he saw another figure similar to the first one: a woman this time, with dark curling hair that stood straight up before falling to her waist, a spiralling colourful dress, a manic grin, and the same long fingers as the man. “The woman gets on my nerves, but the boy is quite cute.”

The woman, Helen, gave Martin a slow once-over. Martin felt like his skin was crawling, as though the woman was trying to see into his soul. “He is. Wonder if he’d be the boss’ type.”

“Woah!” Martin exclaimed indignantly. “I am not just a piece of meat, I’ll have you know! I don’t know what your boss is running here, but I’m not interested!”

The woman – Helen – chuckled. “Ooh, a feisty one. I like him, Michael.”

So these two were Michael and Helen. “Look, I just came to get my mum and head home. I’d appreciate if you let me do that.”

Michael clucked his tongue. “Shame. Though I suppose we aren’t in the business of taking prisoners, so alright. You can go.” With a click of his tongue, a door appeared to Martin’s left. The door was warped, yellow, and did not look trustful at all. “Go ahead, it’ll take you home.”

“How did you–“

“You should stay behind.”

Martin stared as his mother cut off his question of how Michael knew where he and his mother lived to gape at her. “I–what?”

His mother glared at him. “I’d really forgotten how dense you are, boy. Stay here. I can return home without you. I think I’ll be better off.”

Martin found he could barely form a single word. “Wh–I–Who will take care of you?”

His mother sniffed and made her way for the door. “I’ll find someone. Do not follow me. Perhaps you’ll mope less here.” And with that, his mother stepped through the door and was gone.

[jaspers-levis]

Coffee Shop AU Paul Lahote

TW: cursing, fluff

Main Plot: Paul Lahote learning to be soft spoken and gentle around an imprint who has had an abusive past. Taking place in an AU where Emily Young owns a coffee shop and the werewolves hang out there frequently. All characters will be in their 20′s, taking place after the events of Breaking Dawn. Jake does not imprint on Renessme because f that

Episode 1: How do you like your coffee?

You had met Paul down by the beach one rare, sunny day while you were skipping work for the day to soak up the watery sun. You’d fallen asleep on your blanket in the sun, a book sprawled across your chest and arm thrown over your face with abandon; you only woke up just in time to feel the first few raindrops to plop coldly on your unprotected midriff and trickle down your sides.

“Shit!” you groaned, scrambling up and grabbing for your gear before the skies fully opened up. Of COURSE the sun wouldn’t last in Washington, no matter how badly you needed it. You gathered up most everything as the rain because to increase in its intensity, fully soaking the back of your shirt as you bent over to yank on your shoes, things falling out of your arms as you balanced precariously on one foot. “Damn it!”

“Need some help?” An enormous warm hand firmly steadied your elbow as you were able to pull on your second shoe and look up, pushing your soaked hair off your face. Quite possibly one of the tallest men you’d ever seen stood before you, a bright grin on his handsome face. Rainwater had plastered his thin white t shirt to his… impressive torso and his jet hair to his scalp but did nothing to dull the light in his dark eyes. He bent while you were still staring and gathered up the rest of your blanket, tote and jacket, tucking them under his arm and gently touching your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of the rain before it gets worse.”

Dumbfounded, you followed him as he jogged lightly over to the beachside coffee shop, holding the door open for you and ushering you inside as thunder shook the air. Inside was small, but cozy instead of cramped, the air smelling of freshly ground coffee beans and pastry. The few tables in the dining area were empty; the man pulled out a chair next to the tiny wood burning stove and gestured for you to sit. “Thank you,” you said, sitting gratefully next to the warmth and wringing water out of your hair. “I’ve never been here before. It’s cute!”

He smiled, shaking out his wet hair too. “Yeah, it’s my friend’s shop. She’s probably the best baker I’ve ever met. My name’s Paul by the way,” he held out his hand politely and you took it, startled at the flush of heat that spread through your palms.

“I’m Y/N,” you reply, smiling back with a slight tickle of butterflies in your stomach. Something about Paul, even though you’d just met, was familiar, comfortable. It felt right to be touching, though for right now it was just your palms. Awkwardly you extricated your hand, hoping he would blame your blush on the heat of the stove next you. “So what’s good here? I think I might order something to snack on while I dry out some more.”

“Everything,” Paul chuckled warmly and the butterflies in my stomach did jumping jacks. He had the nicest laugh… “Let me go grab something for us; how do you like your coffee?”

[rebelminxy]

Santa Loves Pie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1235

Warning: None except cute children moments and loving affection

Trope: Leaving Food for Santa

Rating: Teen

A/N: This was written for the @supernaturaltropecelebration​ Mini Christmas bang. It doesn’t correspond with the current events of the show, so please don’t chew me out because I mention two characters that shouldn’t be mentioned together at the same time, I beg. It's only for the fic and couldn’t help myself! :) And images used here are not mine. Found on Pinterest and Google so credit goes to their creators.

My Masterlist

“DADDY!!!”

You smiled as you saw your girls run towards Dean, wrapping their little arms and legs around his legs as he walked into the kitchen. He had gone out to the store to buy a few extra things for the current baking fiasco going on.

“Hey! What are my favorite bakers doing?” he chuckled as he struggled to reach the kitchen counter to drop off the paper bag in his arms.

“Mommy let us help make cookies,” replied your eldest daughter as she removed herself from her dad’s leg.

“And we gots to paint cookies!” exclaimed your youngest.

“Wow, will I get to see these painted cookies?” Dean asked as he kneeled down to the girl's level.

“They in the oven right now,” they answered in unison.

“Good,” he replied with a wide grin. “Now, why don’t you two go help Uncle Sammy, Auntie Eileen, and big brother Jack decorate the library? We need you two to make sure the tree is perfect.”

“YAY!” they screamed as they ran out the kitchen, still wearing their flour-coated aprons you had made a few weeks ago.

You chuckled at Dean as you finished the final touches on the apple pie you were making. You felt Dean wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm, bet that’s gonna taste delicious once you’re done.”

“Mhm, but it’s not for you.”

“Who else here loves pie like me?” he questioned teasingly.

“The girls thought that maybe Santa enjoys pie just as much as Daddy does,” you giggled in response as he tickled your tummy. “Now stop before I ruin this beauty.”

“So, if this is meant for Santa….”

“I set up the Santa costume in the Dean Cave and locked the door to make sure the girls don’t see it. I really hope Santa enjoys the pie,” you teased as you turned in Dean’s arms, relishing the warmth he was emanating. 

“Oh, I bet he will love that pie. I know I love your pies,” Dean smiled down at you as he pecked the tip of your nose.

“Now, be a good boy and put this pie in the oven since the cookies should be done,” you beamed as you turned to grab the pie and hand it to him. “And dinner will be ready in another hour so I suggest you go help the four out there with the decorations before Cass gets here.”

Dean chuckled deeply as he took the pie from you, moving to the ovens to take the cookies out to put the pie inside. He placed the tray of cookies on the kitchen counter right next to the already cooling first batch. He walked towards you and pulled you into his arms, placing a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips. Once he broke free from you, he smiled, caressing your flour-covered cheek.

“Love you and Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Love you too, and Merry Christmas.”

After dinner, Jack and the girls went to his room to watch Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer while Cass joined them to see what the excitement was for a cartoon movie. Sam had taken Eileen to rest in their room, her second trimester being a little rough on her. It was just you and Dean in the Dean Cave, you laid across the couch, wrapped in a blanket with your head in his lap at you watched Die Hard, a Christmas tradition you both started after your move into the bunker. Even before Dean asked you to become his girlfriend, you both enjoyed watching the movie on Christmas, both sharing in agreement that it actually was a Christmas movie. Even when you were two months away from popping out your second baby after your marriage, you both couldn’t miss out on the set tradition. 

And once the movie rolled its credits and Cass entered the room, the newest tradition was about to set in motion. 

“The girls fell asleep in Jack’s room before the movie could end,” Cass told them as he sat across the room in the recliner.

“Jack needs help getting them to their room?” you asked as you were about to get up.

“No, he said it’s alright if they stay in his room. Plus, they are far enough to not hear Dean.”

“And, that’s my cue to get dressed!”

You giggled as you sat up, Dean getting up and heading to the closet. Inside was the Santa suit you had bought a few years ago as a joke. But after your first daughter’s curiosity involving Santa, the suit became a permanent member in the bunker.

“At least I won’t be the only one having to wear this thing soon,” Dean grunted as he got into the suit, not removing his clothes since the suit was huge.

“I mean, we may have to get Sam a whole new suit. He is too tall to fit into yours,” you replied as you wrap yourself in the blanket.

“Well, you and Eileen can handle that when the time comes,” he replied with a kiss on your forehead, putting on the beard and hat. “How’d I look?”

“Just like Jolly Saint Nick,” you responded with a giggle.

“Well, not really,” Cass interrupted. “By the images, I have seen everywhere, he has a round belly  and red cheeks…”

“Alright we get it, Cass,” Dean replied in annoyance as he grabbed the velvet bag of gifts, throwing it over his shoulder. “Better had put that pie out because I plan on eating that whole thing.”

“Girls made me cut a piece out onto a plate, but it’s all yours babe.”

Dean walked out of the room with a huff, trying his best to walk quietly in the black boots. You got up from the couch and wrapped yourself tightly in the blanket.

“Let him know I went off to bed, baking and cooking took out all my energy.”

Cass nodded and gave you his typical kind smile.

“Have a good night Cass and Merry Christmas.”

“And a Merry Christmas to you, too.”

It was Christmas morning and you were waiting for the girls and Jack to finally wake up. Dean had made due with his promise about eating the entire pie, and you were thankful you had gotten a picture of it before since you didn’t want your hard work on the pie crust to disappear into his belly. Dean came into the library with two mugs of coffee in hand, handing one to you as he sat next to you. Sam and Eileen joined the both of you, sitting right across. Dean and Sam were in deep talk about a possible case and you were talking to Eileen about her pregnancy when Jack and the girls ran into the library, screaming for joy.

“PRESENTS!”

You laughed as they ran straight for the tree, Jack right behind them like the child he was. But your eldest looked over at the small table you had set up last night with the cookies, milk, and pie for Santa. She walked over and noticed the half-empty glass of milk, the few missing cookies and the empty pie pan and plate. She turned to look at you with wide eyes, the shock clear on her face.

“MOMMY! Santa ate all the pie!”

“Well, it looks like Santa loves pie just as much as Daddy does,” you replied with a wink and grin.

[cupofcowboys]

Campfire Confession - Charles Smith/Fem-Reader (Not-SFW)

TAGS: Spoiler Free, Fem-Reader, Not-SFW, first time, loss of virginity, romantic, fingering, confessions, alcohol, fluff

Charles listens to your humorous campfire tale, and it leads him to an incredible revelation…

4,312 words

Read on AO3

-♥-

A series of happy fortunes had the gang in high spirits. As a result, a small party had taken off. You were fairly certain it was Uncle who’d started it, but you weren’t about to point fingers or complain. The night had been a pleasant and comfortable one. No fights, arguments, or drama. Just the gang at their finest.

But time marched onwards, and it soon became the tail-end of the party. Most had gone to bed, save for Javier, who was still playing, and other stragglers such as Arthur and Pearson. The remnants were all about the campfire, with you and Charles sat a few feet away on the grass.

Charles had his back pressed against a tree, his legs stretched forward in front of him and a bottle of wine in his hand. You were sat across from him, your legs curled sideways and your fingers occupied with braiding blades of grass.

You’d had sat together for hours now, slowly draining the shared bottle together. It was an expensive brand you’d lifted out of a manor a few days ago and saved for a special occasion. It was only natural you’d share it with Charles. He was your closest friend after all.

He brought the bottle up to his lips as Javier’s song drew to an end. Silence fell for several minutes as he stretched his hands and took a drink. You glanced up over at the fire as Pearson stood up and excused himself for the night.

“You never finished your story.” Charles pointed out, leaning forward to place the bottle in front of you.

“Oh, right!” you smirked and took a quick gulp. “Where was I…”

“The creek.”

“Ahh.. yes.” you giggled, “When we got there it started rainin’ hard, but it had been a good half-hours ride and we didn’t want to have wasted it. So, we ride up to this old house up the way.”

You loved telling this story. It was a good tale from your younger, more innocent days. Almost everyone in camp had to know it by now. But Charles was newer, quieter, and serious. Tales of your childhood antics rarely came up in conversation with him.

“Real nasty old place, holes in the walls and rats’ nests. But it was shelter. When we got there though, it looked… lived in.”

“Lived in?”

“Yep. Holes were sorta patched up, old campfire outside and when we went in, there was bedding. But no sign of anyone. Must’ve been gone for a few days ‘cause the rats were back.”

“How mysterious.” Charles grinned and pressed his head back against the tree.

“Very.” you agreed, “Jack got scared. Said we should go home, but I wasn’t hearin’ it. Told him if someone showed up we’d just explain. So, we ended up stayin’ anyways.”

“We’re poking around when we find some bottles of shine. Course, we didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t stop us tryin’ it. From the first mouthful, I swear we were drunk. It was so strong.”

“You drank out of random bottles?” Your singular audience snapped out of his listening to give you a surprised and slightly judgemental look.

“Well…” you rubbed your face awkwardly. “We were young.”

“You are lucky.”

“Stop ruining my story, Charles.” You chastised, wagging your finger. “It all worked out just fine.”

“Sorry.” he chuckled. “Continue.”

“At first we’re nervous and scared. Never drank anythin’ like that before. But curiosity got the better of us. ‘Fore we knew it we was piss drunk. Couldn’t get up if we had wanted to.”

“Then, Jack looks at me like he ain’t never seen a woman before. His eyes light up and he’s struggling onto his knees, all excited. I’m laughin’ at him ‘cause he looks like a ripe idiot til he says he loves me and wants to prove it.”

“Wait, what?” Charles snapped his eyes open and stared at you.

“Yup.” You nodded and grinned, “So, us drunken idiots start foolin’ around. It’s as elegant as you can imagine. But just as he’s tryin’ to put it in me… the door swings open.”

Charles, already gaping at you, looked positively astonished. You could tell he hadn’t expected your story to be this at all. The effect made you grin with satisfaction.

“Both of us turn in horror and find our faces mirrored. ‘Cept it’s none other than the priest and the baker’s wife.” You started laughing now, picturing their faces in your head. “Turns out, they was having an affair and using the old place for it. Was one hell of an awkward conversation!”

“I bet it was…”

“They couldn’t take us home like that so they had us sleep it off.” Your laughter died off as you took a gulp of wine, frowning slightly. “Jack got weird after that… and then it weren’t long til I ended up in this life.”

“Did you end up sleeping with him?” Charles asked, his voice and features set, unreadable.

You could feel his eyes on you as you fumbled. You hadn’t actually slept with anyone. From that day until now you hadn’t engaged with a man. It wasn’t for a lack of willing participants; you had just never sought the opportunity. Perhaps it was your upbringing or a matter of pride. Or maybe it was just one of those things.

“Uh, no.” you admitted, swallowing. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

An awkward silence fell between you as he stared. You brought the wine to your lips several times just for something to do.

“You…” Charles faltered. He wasn’t sure what to say. “You’ve never had sex?”

Heat burned in your face at his bluntness. Wording it that way made it seem a much bigger deal. Embarrassment wasn’t quite the word for what you were experiencing.

“Th-that’s what I said.” you gazed down at the grass in your hands. “I suppose I’ve waited?”

“Well…” His eyes fixed on you. “There’s no shame in that.”

His words made you look over at him. It wasn’t the first intimate conversation you had shared; you both knew each other well, but this was different. A vulnerability you were unaware you had. Even in your reasonably intoxicated state, you appreciated his kindness and respect. Any other gang member would tease you relentlessly.

“Have… you?” You enquired tentatively.

“Yes. A few times.”

“Is… Do you like it?”

“Usually.”

You laughed and Charles joined in. The tense air faded away and you set the bottle aside. An odd sensation prickled in your stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant as much as it tickled. Perhaps it was the drink. You shuffled closer to Charles until you were beside him by the tree. Javier was still by the fire, but he was no longer playing. Everyone else had vanished and so he was taking the time to tune his instrument. Your mind wandered as you watched him quietly. It was long past your usual sleep time, yet you didn’t feel tired. Instead, you felt unusually alert and coherent.

You turned your head back to Charles, only to find him peering at you. Meeting his intense look, you swallowed nervously. You weren’t sure why he was looking at you that way. It made you self-conscious. After a moment, your hands nervously pushed a loose lock behind your ear, breaking your eye contact. However, this was brief.

His warm, strong hand slowly reached for your jaw. He gave you ample time to question him or pull away, but you didn’t. His fingers slid towards your hairline as he leaned slowly in, angling your chin as he did. Your eyes slid shut automatically and his lips met yours.

It was a short and chaste kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours. He pulled away to look into your eyes and you understood why.

For a man with such an intimidating presence, he was kind-hearted at his core. You knew he wanted you to want him. He wanted you to know you could refuse. He wanted to do it right.

You leaned forward and reconnected with him, and this time he didn’t pull away. His lips moved against yours, gently and passionately. You could tell he was experienced. You followed his lead as best as you could. The hand that wasn’t on your jaw found its way to your shoulder as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip. With a muted sigh,, you parted your lips, and he entered your mouth. He tasted of wine and something intangible, unique to him. His tongue danced with yours slowly and intimately.

All your shyness melted away as the kiss continued. Your hand pressed against his chest as your other gripped his shoulder. Sounds you had never made before met your ears, and they would have embarrassed you if they hadn’t encouraged him. His hand moved to your hair, drawing your lips harder against his. Heat pooled between your thighs.

All too quickly, he drew away from you for air. Both of you sat breathless, staring desperately at each other, before he crashed his lips against yours once more. The kiss grew ever fiercer as you explored each other. Your hands slid over his broad shoulders, muscled arms and wide chest, while his slid over you in kind.

Kissing Charles was something you hadn’t realised you wanted. His friendship was invaluable to you, always there when you needed him, but you never thought of him this way. Now you were here though, you let your feelings lose. You regularly admired him for being handsome, strong and kind. Even as his passions got the better of him, he was gentle. Your heart pounded with excitement… and something more.

“Charles..!” you gasped as you broke apart.

“(y/n)…” he breathed, cupping your face and looking into your eyes. “Do you like this?”

“I love it…”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain.”

“Come with me.”

He stood up, taking your hand into his and helping you up. Looking around, he saw that Javier had gone. The camp was eerily still and silent. He hurried over to the fire and picked up a spare bedroll from there. Then still holding your hand, he led you out into the trees. Your heart was hammering in your chest. The heat Charles had cultivated in you seemed to fade as he took you deeper into the dark. Anxiety plucked at your mind with the knowledge of what is going to happen. You trusted Charles wholeheartedly. He had never given you a reason to fear him. Even now, he was gentle and compassionate. Yet you were afraid. Did you want to give yourself up? What if it hurt? What if something went wrong?

Reaching a clearing a decent way off from camp, Charles dropped the bedroll onto the ground. He let go of you to flatten it out properly. Then he turned and saw the look on your face.

“You changed your mind.”

“No!” you shook your head. “It’s… not that.”

“Then what is it?” his voice was kind as he moved closer, taking both of your hands in his.

“I’m…” you hesitated. “I’m scared.”

“Oh, (y/n)…” he sighed softly, “I would never hurt you. If you don’t want to… if you’re not ready I-”

“I do want to.” you took a deep, steadying breath. “I trust you. I… I want it to be you, Charles.”

For a long moment he stared into your eyes, searching for any shred of doubt or concern. Then he kissed you more softly and tenderly than he ever had. All your fears and anxieties washed away. You wanted Charles. Wanted him as you had never dared hope for. You slid your arms around his back, moving your lips lovingly against his.

As your lips worked together, he started to undress you. His fingers working away the buttons of your shirt, breaking the kiss once your collar was bared to him. He trailed kisses from your lips and down your neck, giving you only the slightest of nips. As he reached your collarbones, he kissed them and raised his head to whisper;

“You’re beautiful.”

His words drew heat to your face. No one had ever spoken to you like this. Your eyes met his in the half-light as he smiled warmly. Following your rush of affection, you caught his face in your hands and pulled him into another kiss. This time, however, you weren’t shy. You ran your hands along his shoulders and then down his chest, feeling at the muscles you didn’t know he had, until you reached the hem of his shirt.

You hesitated, your fingers lingering at his belt. Charles took your hand in his and slipped it under the fabric, your fingertips pressing on his hot, bare skin. He released you as a jolt of passion coursed through your veins as you ran your hand along his abs.

His skin was soft, hairless, and nicked with scars. Each contour you met, you traced curiously, wanting to commit every one to memory. If this was your only time with him, you wanted to make it count. He sighed appreciatively against your mouth. You wondered how long it had been since a lover had touched him.

After feeling him for some time, you withdrew your hand, only to tug lightly on his shirt hem, encouraging him to remove it. Charles complied at once, pulling it over his head in a fluid movement and tossing it aside. A gasp slipped from you at the sight of him bared. The moonlight catching him in all the right places. You couldn’t help but stare in admiration.

“You too.” He whispered, moving to continue unbuttoning your shirt.

You let him and in no time at all, your shirt was dropped onto his, leaving you in your corset and chemise. Slowly, you moved together in unison to reconnect your lips.

A pair of large hands found your waist and slowly slid upwards, feeling your silhouette. Finally, one of them found the lace of your corset working smoothly to loosen it. You abandoned his mouth to trail kisses along his shoulders and chest, giving him time to focus on undressing you. Once it felt loose enough, he unbuttoned the front and threw it away. The loss of pressure and structure made you sigh with relief. You pulled your chemise over your head, and it joined the growing pile on the ground.

The two of you pulled apart and looked at each other, half-bared for the first time. His keen eyes taking you in made you both embarrassed and delighted.

“Wow… (y/n)…” His voice was quiet, dripping with admiration. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you…” You breathed back.

Your fingers found his bared chest, this time you could watch their path as they traced. His large hands found your waist again, sliding them along your skin and tracing small circles with his thumbs. So, this is how it feels to be loved. To be cherished. To be adored.

He carved a path upwards to the curve of your breasts, pausing for a tantalising moment before his hands encapsulated them.

His powerful hands were tender and tentative as he softly squeezed and fondled them. You sighed at the sensation, and his dark eyes met yours. The sight of his desire and affection for you stole your breath away. A thumb found your hardened nipple and traced a slow, steady circle over it. Heat burned in your face as a delighted sound slipped from you. “I want to hear.” Charles soothed, pulling you flush against him, his palm in the small of your back. “Please.”

You nodded, and he continued to rub his thumb over you. Each touch added fuel to the fire growing in your core and your vocalisations told him so. Your eyes never separated, his full of heat and curiosity, yours shy and hungry.

After his ministrations turned to your other breast, he started to remove your skirts. With your help, they were soon abandoned, and he released you to undress himself. Together you moved onto the bedroll, laid side by side in your underwear. You could see the sizable tent he was pitching, and it sent a surge of desire down your spine. But his sweet hand grazed your stomach, drawing your gaze back to his face. His full lips were parted and his eyes loving. You swallowed at the sight, your heart fluttering. You hoped he meant it.

“Let me prepare you.” His request was punctuated by his fingers plucking at the waist of your bloomers.

“H-How..?”

“My fingers…”

You blushed hard, eyes rushing to stare at the hand on your stomach. His were long, thick, and calloused from bowstrings, triggers and reins… but they had only been compassionate with you. “O-Ok…” You assented with a shy nod.

Leaning in to kiss you, his hand slid into your bloomers as his tongue pressed into your mouth. It felt sharp and unusual to have another’s presence in your underwear, but his tongue distracted you. He dipped a digit against your soaked slit, wetting it before bringing it across your clit. The sensation made you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed by pleasure and unfamiliarity. Charles paused briefly before continuing to rub in a slow, careful circle.

Each stroke of his finger made you sigh and gasp under him, making him pull away from the kiss so he could enjoy each one. As you lost yourself to pleasure, you became acutely aware of his presence. His comparative size to you in both height and mass, the warmth of his skin and his hitched breathing. All of it made you crave him all the more.

Once he had worked you up enough, a digit pushed against your entrance. Your eyes snapped open and sought his gaze. He gave you a reassuring smile. Relaxing, you reached your arm out to grip his shoulder. Thrusting his finger softly against your tightness, he began to ease inwards, prying you apart.

Your teeth sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly felt strange, uncomfortable. Charles kissed your forehead, cheek and neck, distracting you from the unusual sensation. Your grip tightened on his shoulder as he sank ever deeper into you. “You’re so tight…” He muttered against your skin.

Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes again, urging yourself to relax. Even this small part of him felt filling, but you knew it was only a fraction of what was to come. As he pressed into you, he would shift his finger backwards and forwards, each forward motion deeper than before. You could feel his eyes watching you acutely, hunting for any discomfort or dislike. Once you could take all of him, he started to pick up the pace. Each time his finger bottomed out, his palm would rub against your clit, making you cry out into his ear.

Before long, you could take his finger with minimal resistance. He curled and twisted it, giving you pleasure you had never imagined. Just as your stomach started to clench, he withdrew. You were about to complain when a pair of digits pressed against you. His fingers pried you apart anew, struggling to slide into you again. He bent his head to capture your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as his fingers pushed into you. The sensation of them filling you made you grip the bedroll tightly. His tongue continued to pleasure your chest as his fingers spread you, his thumb rubbing your clit and his covered cock rubbing against your thigh. Your pleasured sighs, gasps and moans echoed around the trees, but you were deaf to your own sounds, lost in pleasure.

It was only after you had taken a third finger he finally withdrew them. He paused briefly to admire his soaked fingers, giving you a huge, satisfied grin that made you blush.

“You’re ready.” He explained, shifting to sit between your legs.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked, feeling vulnerable at the sight of him towering before you.

“I’m certain.”

Taking the waistband of your bloomers in his hands, he slipped them off you and tossed them aside. Then he removed his own, revealing his hard shaft to you for the first time. It was considerably larger and thicker than you had expected. You were sure most men weren’t that size. You bit your lip anxiously at the sight of him.

Spotting the look on your face he smiled, half apologetic, half proud.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He soothed, bending down over you, giving you the millionth kiss of the night. “I promise.”

“I know…” You returned his smile.

He stayed over you, one hand pressed into the fabric beside your head, the other reaching between his thighs to grip himself. He guided his tip against your slit, rubbing it between them, slicking himself with your juices. Once he was adequately coated, and you had relaxed, he pressed against your entrance.

Biting your lip, you grabbed his shoulders for support. He was so big you were certain he would never fit. Even with all the prep, your core pulsed with discomfort and rejection. Charles gave a harsh gasp of pleasure and you could practically feel him fighting his instincts. He sat backwards, his thumb moving to rub your clit desperately, urging you to relax. As he did, he rocked his hips slowly, attempting to pry your walls apart for him.

All you could do was groan and give yourself over to the sensation. A little more and he’d be deep inside you. Claiming your first time. And who knew how many more times. Now you’d had a taste; you never wanted him to stop.

Then his tip finally pushed inside you. A sharp cry of half pain, half pleasure reverberated through the trees, joined by a hiss from Charles. You shuddered, trying to get over the sensation, tears pricking your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Charles apologised, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“It’s… It’s okay…” You mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

That was until his fingers turned your chin to him. His dark eyes were kind and loving, showing you he meant it. You relaxed at the sight and gave him a reassuring smile.

The initial burn having faded, he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Your fingers gripped the bedroll, gasping sharply as he pried you apart. Charles continued to give small, shallow thrusts, lowering himself over you so you were face to face.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes as he rocked against you. “I’m sorry if it hurts.” He consoled, kissing your cheek.

You shook your head, too focused on his cock to speak. Although it hurt, it was quickly being overtaken by pleasure. You were sure once he reached your limit it would be all right. It took a torturously long time for him to do it. Even he was having trouble maintaining. Calm, patient Charles burning to lose himself on you. To let go of all his morals and composure to ruin you. The thought made your insides twitch on his cock, earning you a delighted groan.

Finally, he reached what he was waiting for. He sighed into your ear, praising you for your patience. You moaned delightedly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave you time to get used to his presence. He stretched you out to your maximum, making you feel so full you could hardly stand it. Digging your nails into his shoulders, you finally found your words. “Please, Charles… go.”

He didn’t need telling twice. With a sigh, his hips rocked against yours. It was a slow and testing, checking you were ready. Your explicit moan of gratitude and pleasure was all the answer he needed. Shifting his position, he started to thrust into you at a steady pace. Your walls gripped him tight as a vice as he slipped in and out of you, his girth letting him hit all your pleasure spots with ease. You held onto his shoulders, gazing into his eyes. Capturing you into a kiss, he lowered onto you, crushing you between his chest and the ground. His fingers interlocked with yours as he took you, kissing you passionately.

His pace picked up gradually gained speed until his thighs slapped against yours audibly. Your combined groans, sighs and expletions of pleasure filled the silence of the forest, making certain anyone within earshot knew what was happening. All you cared about was Charles. The way he felt inside of you, on top of you, how he tasted. Your hips bucked up against his, earning a groan from the man.

“I love you.” You sighed when the kiss broke for air.

His eyes lit up with surprise at your confession. If your face wasn’t already scarlet from exertion, you would have turned so. Your heart skipped a beat with fear and anxiety.

“I love you, too.” He whispered back, catching you in a mind blowing, passionate kiss. His tongue dancing with yours as though his life depended on it.

His thrusts grew erratic and intense, almost painful with their force. His kiss muffled your squeal of delight and shock. Your stomach gave a harsh lurch and release, and you felt yourself coming on his cock. The sensation of your squeezing and flexing around him drove him over the edge. His grip on your hands became crushing as he broke the kiss, groaning loudly against your ear as he filled you. He kept pumping inside of you, riding out your orgasms together.

Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and panted heavily. Staring down at you doing the same he grinned. The sight warmed your heart.

“I really do love you.” You reiterated.

“And I really love you, too.”

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