#now guess how many white beads i have after making these

[jal-the-jinxed]

You won't believe who worked their fingers off to make a jewelry set that possessed them then forgot to post it

[russellsppttemplates]

Uh oh, I'm falling in love (Lando Norris)

Y/N and Lando both have jobs that require good sight and attention to detail and yet they're oblivious to their feelings for eachother

Note: english is not my first language. I'm in a very fluffy mood, so I got really excited when I got this request! This also makes my expectations even higher and calls me single in about seventeen different languages at once...

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions a needle (for sewing)

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"Hey guys! How's everyone?", Max said to the camera as you made sure the set up was right, the screen showing his and Lando's faces on one screen and the table on the other like it was supposed to.

"As per your many, many requests, we have brought our graphic designer at Quadrant, Y/N", Lando announced as you appeared on camera, sending a very awkward first wave to the camera, "today's stream is little different than our usual programming, but it was the only way she agreed to be in one! You guys really wanted to see her, so we had to be creative!", Max said as he moved the friendship bracelets making kit into view on the table.

"Hey, Queen Taylor said we should make the friendship bracelets, so we're just following her!", you chuckled, looking at all the coloured threads and colourful beads, sorting them out and grabbing a pen and paper so you could draw your ideas.

"Since you guys wanted to get to know Y/N, can I tell them to send in questions?", Lando questioned you, "sure, I'll answer them to the best of mu ability", you smiled.

You were picking the letters you needed for the bracelet you were making when Max spoke up, "first one: how did you start working with Quadrant? I'd love to work on the team when I finish my degree!".

"I saw the job offer, and I must admit at first I didn't really know much about the company. I looked it up, looked cool enough and I sent my CV and portfolio in. So keep your eyes peeled for any offers, I guess? We have them now on the website, which was my doing, so you can check them out there if you want to be part of the team", you offered.

"I need help, guys", Lando said as he fiddled with his bracelet, the orange and grey beads with his initials sliding on the elasticated material, I can't do the closing knot on my own", he pouted as you placed your bracelet down.

"You have to flip it like this, here. Just put it on your wrist and I'll do the rest", you ushered him, your fingertips gingerly touching his hand and wrist as you quietly laced it, "this way we don't get frilly bits out and it looks pretty, see? Pretty!", you smiled, modelling his wrist for the camera.

Pretty, that's what he often thought about you. Not only pretty, but it was one of the first physical traits that came to mind.

"We should all have matching ones!", Max said as he completed his bracelet, impressively on his own, revealing the colourful beads with Quadrant spelled in white round beads with black letters, "I'll make one for each of you", he said as he watched you show your own, pink beads and a lyric he assumed was from a Taylor Swift song.

"I'll make Y/N's, she helped me after all", Lando said as one brave fan sent a comment into the chat.

He's so giddy to make Y/N a bracelet, it's a shame it will snap because of his lack of skills

Am I delusional if I say that they'd make a great couple?

If you're delusional, then what do I call myself? I still think they're making heart eyes at eachother whenever they catch the slightest glimpse!

We're joining forces, I think it's a noble pursuit!

He's a dork, Y/N, but you should give him a chance

Have you always known you wanted to be a graphic designer?

"I thought about different careers before I settled on this one, for now at least", you explained, "engineering was in the running up, but then I figured out that I was curious about how things worked, but that didn't mean that I wanted to be the one working on it. And this was a way to express my creativity, my strategy planning as well, and at the moment it's been quite good", you smiled as Lando grabbed your wrist softly, "I need to make sure this fits", he interrupted, "and it won't snap because I've learnt how to do it, thank you very much", he blushed. So he, too, was reading the comments, choosing not to dwell in them.

"Look, this way you always have a lucky charm with you everywhere you go, even if we're not together. We're eachothers lucky charms!", Lando announced as Max mafe a fake gagging noise.

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"Are you all ready?", you said as you and Tara walked inside the room, clasping your watch on your wrist and hoping to find the boys ready.

Quadrant had been invited to a gala dinner that celebrated the companies in the same line of business, inviting five people to take part in the meal. After some team members politely declining the invitation since they had things booked already, the group ended up being Lando, Max, Callum, Tara and yourself.

The dress required everyone to up their usual style, hence the long dress you were wearing. Even though it was far from your usual everyday attire, you felt beautiful in the dress you ended up with after browsing the online shops for a while. The cut was simple, the skirt widening from your waist down and complimenting your curves as the sheen from the midnight blue fabric looked soft and sweet against your skin.

Lando seemed to think the same, trying his best to not let his mouth hang open when you and Tara walked inside their room, heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hurried them, "does it really take that long to put on a suit? I had to help Tara with the laces on her back and we still got ready faster than the three of you?", you asked, shaking your wrist to check if the dainty watch wasn't going to fall and that it wasn't too tight either.

Looking up to meet Lando's eyes, you were sure you physically and audibly gulped. No one should look that good in a plain white shirt. The cuffs were still unbuttoned, but the shirt itself was tucked in his black pants. He didn't have any jewellery, so his tanned skin caught your eye as it contrasted with his clothes.

"Lando has a problem with his shirt and we are trying to solve it", Max said, a little bit too antsy given that, at the naked eye, there didn't seem to be a big issue with the piece of clothing you had been inspecting quite closely.

"There was a loose button, and I tried to fix it, but I made it worse", Lando said as he pointed to the button on his hand, the slight movement showing you the place where it was supposed to he holding the piece together and closed.

"Three people in this room and no one thought about grabbing the sewing kit from the amenities?", Tara suggested, looking for it in the box that was the same as it was in your room, "see? Simple as that! Can you sew it, Y/N? My hand isn't fully healed yet, I can't quite grasp something that small yet".

Tara had injured herself earlier on in the week, prompting her to ask to tag out of the gala until you pleaded her to go so you wouldn't be alone, so she couldn't do it. None of the other guys seemed to even know how to pull the thread through the needle, so you grabbed the kit from Tara's hand, "sure, I'll do it", you said, "if that's okay with you, that is", you looked over at Lando.

"Sure, anything to solve this. Do I keep it on or should I take it off?", he questioned, wanting to slap himself straight after at his offer. Why would he volunteer to be shirtless in front of you? It certainly wasn't the way to go, shoving himself like that.

"On should be fine", you muttered, missing the snickers going on behind you as you wet the thread with your tongue, careful to not transfer any of the lipstick on it and ruining the piece without point of return for good, easily looping it through and adjusting the size of the ends.

"Button", you put your hand out so Lando could place it in your fingers, "I will do my best not to poke you, let me know if I do so accidentally", you mumbled at the closeness to him you found yourself in. It was the third button from the top, and as much as you loved the sight of the shirt slightly undone, the dinner required his shirt to be done up. Looping the thread on the button a few times, you moved to pierce the crisp white fabric so it would be secure, your hands dangerously close to his skin as you could hear his laboured breath. Lando still remembered and thought constantly about your fingers touching his hand and wrist when you did the friendship bracelets video for the YouTube channel, and right now, it only added to his predicament.

"It's done, all good!", you exclaimed, looking up as you cut the thread and seeing Lando's eyes on you. The intensity nearly threw you off of your balance as you stood the tiniest bit crouched down on your high heels.

Scrambling to further the distance between your bodies, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on your dress, storing the supplies back in the kit as Lando managed to utter out a thank you, too stunned and intoxicated by your scent to say anything else.

"I sewed a button as neither of you look any more ready that you were when we got here? We're going to be late!", you hurried, sitting next to Tara and ignoring her smirk as you scrolled through your phone.

.

"That shoot will have to wait since Lando won't be back here soon, then", you said, moving things around in the online shared calendar, "when did you say you could again? I'm sorry", you asked, rubbing your forehead and squeezing your eyes, adjusting your glasses and looking at him through the screen.

"The first weekend of the next month", Lando assured, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked. The bags under your eyes didn't fool anyone and you looked tired. And sick, he guessed by the layers of clothing you had on.

"I had a pretty shit day, actually", you admitted, "I had to go with the guys from storage because there was an issue. The supplier sent the samples and we wanted to get things moving so I could have some ideas for the description and the social media team also wanted to prep the draft for the whole story telling, but it all went under. I also think I caught some bug, so it's been a fun day", you exaggeratingly smiled, mocking your own misery.

"You look like you need a hug, Y/N. Do you need a hug?", Lando asked as you nodded, "Actually, that would be pretty good, but I live alone. The neighbours would think I'm pretty weird if I went around like this asking for one, too", you reasoned.

Even though he wasn't next to you, Lando still managed to pull a smile out of you as he got up from the chair he was sitting in, hugging his laptop, "did you feel that hug?", he loudly wondered, "it's full of Get well soon fairy dust!", he smiled charmingly.

"Fairy dust, mate?", Callum wondered, reminding you of his presence in the videocall, "you try and spend more than a few hours with a little girl and you let me know. Mila has taught me all about fairy dust and princess magic", Lando added.

.

"How will we get out of here?", you wondered, starting to regret joining Lando, Max and Pietra when they said they were going to watch a football game. You loved the sport and you figured it would be a nice distraction after a work loaded week, but now, things were looking less than a distraction.

"We will let them space out once the game finishes, free up the roads as well because getting out of here will be a pain, too", Lando suggested.

The game granted your team a win and three points in the championship, the crowd going wild as they clapped, whistled and waved their scarfs, slowly leaving the stadium.

"Should we make a run for it now?", Pietra said, holding her boyfriend's hand as she allowed him to pull her away.

You followed Lando, thanking his choice of a colourful hoodie to wear today as it made it easier for you to spot him, "go in front of me, I'll back you up", he switched positions. You weren't having too much trouble until you were met with a ramp, people carelessly shoving others as they tried to leave as quick as they could, all with the same intent of avoiding traffic and crowded roads.

"Here, Y/N", you heard Lando as he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers in his and pulling you along, excusing you two as you approached Max and Pietra again, "we're here", you tapped the blonde woman's shoulder with your free hand.

"Goodness, that was and adventure", she said once you reached the stadium car park, the crowd clearing up significantly as there was maybe another ten people headed the same way as you were now, "is everyone alright? I think someone stepped on my foot quite a few times, or many people stepped on it at various different times", you reasoned, walking alongside Lando still.

"Don't we need to hand the bracelets back?", Max said as he looked at the sign, taking his bracelet off and depositing it in the box in the booth, Pietra doing the same as you seemed distracted.

"Are you okay, Y/N?", Max asked, seeing you and Lando were still holding hands and, because of that, not taking off your bracelets.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?", you scrunched your eyebrows, "we need to hand the bracelets back in, so I kind of need to have yours, too", he teased, looking at your hand still entwined with Lando's.

Removing your hand from Lando's as if it har started burning all of a sudden, you removed the bracelet, apologising quietly to the stadium employee as you thanked him, "shall we go now?".

"Dinner out?", Lando gulped, getting into the driver's seat, "Good idea, yes", Max added, sitting in the passenger's seat as you and Pietra sat in the back, your hand rubbing your other hand that had been laced with Lando's own one for a long time. Uh oh, you were falling in love.

.

The launch was finally over after an amazing response from the fans, leaving your heart happy and warm with a sense of mission accomplished.

"Is everything packed into the van?", you asked Tara, "yes, it's just this box. It has fragile things, so do you think you guys can take it in the car with you? It probably only fits at the front, so you'll have to squeeze in with the boys on the back", she smiled apologetically, "it's fine, we'll keep eachother warm like penguins do", you chuckled, holding the door open as she set the box safely.

Saying goodbye to her and the rest of the team, Max and Lando joined you, "You sit in the middle seat", Max pointed at you, opening the door ao you could scoot closer to Lando and he could get in.

"Could you tell me how long we have until get back?", Lando asked the driver, "with traffic at this hour, I'd say around 90 minutes", he smiled, turning on the blinker so he could leave the car park.

"Plenty of time for me to catch up on sleep, then!", you cheered, making yourself comfortable in the space you had, folding your scarf into an impromptu travel pillow, closing your eyes.

"Are you a snorer?", Max asked, making you blindly swat his thigh, "only when I'm sick, and lucky for you, I'm in presteen health, no blocked nose", you grumbled.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep. In the last week, all of the nights combined, you probably slept less than thirty hours, so your body was indeed in need of rest.

"And there it goes", Max said as your pillow undid itself, Lando lifting his shoulder in reflex so your head wouldn't drop drastically, landing on top of him, "Good thing she isn't our engineer, hm?", he chuckled, looking at how his bestfriend was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

"I think I'm in love with Y/N", Lando whispered after he took your appearance in. You had forgone wearing make-up today, so he could see all your moles and scars, your pouty lips and the darkened skin under your eyes. It took everything in him to not bend down and kiss your forehead.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out, mate", Max added, shaking his head, "I genuinely thought you had some issue processing information, I'm glad to find out you don't.

"Now you just have to act on it, which is going to take you, what? Two, three more months?".

[ecoamerica]

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[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[ironychan]

Today's explorations brought us a couple of new birds. The first one was only today on a technicality, because it was a very wee hour indeed when Valdez let herself into our tent and woke me up to tell me there was a really weird animal outside and she knew I'd want to see it. Kibwana refused to get up, but Reynolds and I followed her to an old log, where we found this:

It looks something like a cross between a crane, a grey owl, and an anteater. It and its fluffier offspring were crouched by the log, tilting their heads back and forth to listen, and then they'd lick out with long tongues to catch insects. They didn't seem to need to open their beaks to do this, and I'm not actually sure they could open - I never saw them do so. If the adult needed to pull more of the log apart, it would use the four-inch blunt talon on the end of each otherwise useless wing.

Reynolds says the way the feathers fan out around each eye is actually an adaptation for hearing - it funnels sound into the ears like a radio dish. The adult bird was clearly aware of us and looked directly at us several times, but since we weren't coming any closer it didn't seem bothered as long as we didn't make any sudden movements. Eventually it got its fill of ants and wandered off.

We asked Valdez what she was doing so far from our campsite in the middle of the night. She said she wanted to get further from the fire (which we leave smoldering so the wildlife won't get too nosy) in order to look at the stars. Apparently she's been mapping them. She's even invented several constellations based on tools and animals. I guess we all have our little keep-sane projects.

She was telling me more about it around lunchtime, while the two of us were scrounging for edible plant material, when we got today's second bird. This one was a bastard.

It was very tiny, mostly black on top with an ochre-coloured underside patterned with black v's, and a white mark on the back of its neck. It was also very round with tiny feet and absolutely adorable. I couldn't believe how lucky I was when it landed on my arm and put its beak right up against my skin. I figured it was licking up sweat for salt or something. I was wrong.

After a second or two I realized a bead of blood was forming where it touched me, and when I took a closer look I saw that it actually had a very long, needle-like upper beak that had gone right into my skin without me even feeling it, and a very short lower beak that it opened to let its little tongue lap up the blood. I'm sure I took this in for just a split second, but it felt like I stared at for an hour, unable to move. The image is burned into my retinas. I keep seeing it when I close my eyes.

I hollered and shook it off me, and it flew away. Boonmee put some alcohol on the puncture and told me to watch it carefully for signs of infection. Other than that there's not a lot I can do but wait and see how many diseases the little bugger gave me.

We took several suggestions for the name of the vampire bird, but seem to have settled on Reynolds', which was White-Naped Syrinx. 'Syrinx' is a character from Greek mythology and also the root word from which we get 'syringe'. It is also apparently the word for a bird's voice box. This would be much more interesting to me if I didn't have a hole in my arm.

Somebody suggested calling the anteater bird an owlvark, but Vandebeek said 'aardvark' means 'earth pig' in Dutch, so a more accurate name would be 'aarduil'. When somebody writes a bestiary for this future, we now know what the first page will be.

[magical-misfit]

More Episode 8 thoughts

Stepmother’s definitely trying to get that ink so she can become an Author. Maybe we’ll get a return to Palimpsests but in the actual definition of a piece of parchment that’s been scrubbed clean.

(Also side note the way I could not move when Brennan was describing the door opening, like this woman has created a fear in me so visceral I am literally paralyzed)

I disagree with Timothy’s statement of “the authors don’t care about us” in the preview. I would argue the authors do care which is why they give them the happily ever after, it’s why they write the stories. It’s whatever’s causing the Times of Shadow that don’t care.

The hairs on my back lifting up when Brennan described the Lines Between as the ship from alien like goddamn. I knew exactly what he was talking about and I shivered.

Aesop is just a tired old man. He’s not a bad guy at least not in the sense other people are. He’s like your parent trying to teach you moral sensibility even though you’re thirty with kids. Or an old white philosophy professor who can’t see past his own personal experiences but that doesn’t make him a villain.

The inkwell is obviously this season’s macguffin and I’m predicting as we get closer to the end that The Lines Between will collapse at some point. Possibly because of the Stepmother but definitely because someone wants to change their story.

I think the wings collapsing are because of the red beads. I don’t know how it relates but that’s my hunch rn

Also I def think the red beads contributed to Ylfa sinking in the Auroratory. I don’t think she would’ve had such a hard time otherwise. Cause PIB failed his wisdom save as well but I don’t think he has as many beads as Ylfa.

In all honestly I find the idea of The Lines Between quite comforting and super cool. An entire world between worlds where stories are constantly written, revised, and recorded? Where every oral tale is constantly playing on a loop until it finishes the story? It’s amazing and I demand to go now.

Obviously the BBEG is Brennan Lee Mulligan for creating this world and Ally Beardsley as Mother Goose will reach out from the pages and strangle him to death with a Nat 20 at some point but for now I guess we can say it’s the Stepmother (but also what a meta moment for Key and Legend to go ‘yeah someone created us and we’re scared of them’.

I am very curious to find out what Ylfa did in the next episode and whether or not more people can get their hands on their books. Does mother goose even have a book? Also what with having the Frog Prince do for Gerard? I have so many questions that must be answered Brennan!

[vampyrsutton]

Lukanette-Dressup/Cosplay

Summary:

I mean, Marinette’s a fashion designer.

Ao3 Tags:

Dress UpCosplayKinktoberKinktober 2022Kink NegotiationMultiple Orgasmspost-sex cuddlesBanterPraise KinkDirty TalkOral SexCunnilingusAftercareCat LukaSnake Marinette Dupain-ChengVaginal SexAdrien Agreste SaltIn The Get Him Therapy SenseAlya Cesaire saltFluffExtensive Details Of ClothingLight BondageBitingMarkingMutually Possessive BehaviorClothed SexUnprotected SexShe’s On Birth Control Though Before Someone AsksSomeone Has Before

Notes:

Antis? Treat this like an early 2000s yaoi. Don't like? Don't read!

They both deserve so much better than how cannon is treating them. 

They are adults, and also I like the idea of them getting some of the traits from their animal the longer they wear their miraculous so :)

"Babe?!" Luka calls from down the hall before appearing in the entrance to their living room that's been overrun with fabric. "Guess the lingerie line was a success?" He hums, holding up his&hers Snake and Cat costume designs. 

"Oh, you have no idea." Marinette laughs from where she's sewing another black bead onto Juleka's wedding dress. How she got roped into that he'll never know, but based on what he sees so far, Juleka might stand up straight outside of transformation for once and he can't wait to see it. "Viperion actually outsold even Ladybug, FYI." 

Luka blinks, not expecting this. "I- it's not nice to lie, Mari."

Marinette scoffs, gesturing for him to toss her her phone so she can tap at the screen with pins in her mouth before shoving an email in his face. “Do not doubt me ever again.” She huffs with narrowed eyes.

Luka blinks, eyes crossing as he focuses on the too-close screen before his eyes widen. “Oh.”

“The popularity of Viperion aside, your colors are also a lot more popular lingerie-wise,” Marinette explains, adding a purple bead now. “Marc is winning with the goat’s white making it the most popular so Mylene is close behind. After that is lilac so, while there is a butterfly set, he’s still too fresh in everyone’s minds so next is Rose’s pink, then you, Alex, and Ivan are battling out for blue with the peacock being an outlier for obvious reasons, then Juleka’s purples, then Kagami and I’s reds -selling better in Serbia-, then Adrien’s black -though he is selling better in China-, then Nathaniel and Sabrina/Felix for the pet play crowd, and the others hover around the same from there with Chloe’s being just above the butterfly and the peacock because of not many people wanting yellow in a bedroom context. She’s a lot higher in the normal fashion line, especially with summer coming up.” Marinette explains in full designer mode. “Now with convention season coming and  Heroes’ Day as well, they want me to pump out actual costumes so expect our friends to be coming through here.” She sighs, hissing and sucking on where she poked her finger with a needle. (1)

“I’ll take care of cooking this week then.” Luka nods, now pointedly not looking at the designs in his hands. “Please don’t overwork yourself again. These were on my nightstand. Am I allowed to look or did they just end up there during a brainstorming?”

Marinette looks at him with so much love for his caring that he actually blushes. He’s also slightly annoyed that taking care of herself being a sin was something they had to work through, but he will never get tired of her looking at him like that. Like he’s her hero and means as much to her as she does him. “I already made a timetable, and each fitting and design brainstorming also has time set aside for actually catching up, don’t worry.” She assures with a smile before adding a dark magenta bead. “And yes you’re allowed to look.”

Luka smiles. Finding himself a clear spot on the tule-covered couch to look then over and keep her company. He intends to not distract her, but then he starts actually looking at the cat and has a memory of Lady Noir, suddenly realizing why they were both left out as he sacrifices his head to the glitter gods when he thumps his head back with a groan. “You’re going to actually kill me.” 

Marinette giggles as she shoots a small smirk over her shoulder before returning to her task. “The real question is which am I going to wear?”

Luka’s eyes widen comically, finally looking at the female version of the snake outfit, and his brain misfires a few times at the thought. It might be the animal brain being a little more heightened from wearing a miraculous for so long or maybe it was the way it brought out her eyes, but he really loved seeing her in his colors. “Is this why Sass has been giving me a look all week? Have you two been conspiring again?”

He hears a hissed-out snicker from somewhere in all the fabric and has to remind himself he could have Plagg or Trixx instead. “Mariii~” He exaggeratedly whines, smiling behind the papers as he hears another giggle. 

“Listen, you looked really hot that one time Adrien threw a tantrum and you had to be the cat with snake on standby for the remainder of the Hawkmoth tyranny. Or maybe it was just the way someone finally told him off. That was also really hot.” Marinette smiles mischievously. “Was thinking we could try a kwami swap situation without scarring poor Sass or getting teased by Plagg.”

“Thank you, Marinette.” Sass sighs as he finally appears from under the layers next to her and Luka realizes that the dress had been floating until a second ago. “I don’t really mind, but appreccciate you thinking of my feelingsss asss well.” 

“Always,” Marinette promises, using a finger to pet the floating snake’s head. “...Marc may also have Plagg right now trying to teach him some manners before he’s allowed around Adrien again.” 

Sass chuckles, floating back into the dress to hold it up. “I ssstill think Felix would have been the more amusssing choiccce.”

“Oh, definitely funnier.” Marinette agrees with a giggle, imagining how the other blond would have either put the other cat kwami in his place or turned the tables so much that Plagg was begging to go back to Adrien and promising to behave. She was honestly glad Felix had come returned with the peacock to help them in the final battle. He may have been horrible about gaining it, but with how fucked that family obviously was, it made sense he chose such underhanded methods to secure the freedom of both him and his cousin.

“I knew it wouldn’t take you long to save the others.” He had said from the shadows of her balcony, submerged in the shadows by dark blues and pink that only came to light as he stepped into it. “I had meant to return sooner, but Duusu had more healing to do than I realized.”

This had resulted in him letting her kick his ass up until she tried to grab the peacock and he flipped them. After a very intense fight and screaming match, he was permitted to join them, and it was Luka’s vouching for the various Second Chances that redeemed him enough to be vouched to the media.

She still hadn’t forgiven him completely, and if she saw one more thirst edit on Tweeter she was going to hack and delete the website herself, he was kind of fun to be around even if the pickpocketing talents were unnerving.

As she glares into space at the last time he had managed to swipe her hair tie without her noticing before giggling to herself at how Luka, Kagami, and Adrien had seemed to short circuit at her hair being loose. Speaking of which…

Marinette finally turns her head back to the snake user to find him in a similar state to the hair tie incident as his pupils widen and slit repeatedly while he runs the thought through his head and she had to suppress her laugh.

“You okay, Lu?” She can’t stop her smirk.

His, at this point, forked tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he seems to snap back to the present and his pupils remain slits. “When’s your break time today?”

Marinette flushes, checking her phone. “I- uh- I can t-take it now?” She answers before squeaking when she is lifted into his arms like she’s not a ball of muscle. “Luka!”

“So, when are the proposal pieces due?” He asks as though he’s not carrying her away to make sure she gets no more work done today.

“A few months after Rose and Juleka’s wedding.” She still answers even as her face flushes red as though she didn’t do the same thing last week when he was trying to get a song written for the new album. 

“And knowing you?” He smiles down at her fondly, even if his pupils have remained slits.

“I’ve been working on Nameanx when I need a break from beads so he should be done soon,” Marinette admits, as transfixed as always by how his eyes look when they do that.

Luka looks at her in horror for a second. “Why in gods name would you go from beads to fur?”

It’s her turn to smirk again as she plays with a longer teal-dyed tip. “‘Cause you get feistier when you have to wait for your treat.”

Luka blinks before giving a suffering sigh. “You little…why do people assume I’m the menace in the relationship?” 

“‘Cause people are still stupid about dyed hair.” She says with an eye roll before giving him big, innocent eyes. “If it helps, at least the team’s on your side on that?”

“You did most of the work whenever they were akumatized which usually included kicking their asses.” He smirks a little as she squeaks when she’s tossed on the bed and the door is shut behind him. “Mine included. We’d have to be stupid not to acknowledge that.”

“You were a pain to take down.” She sighs as she crawls into his lap when he joins her on the bed. “How dare you give the world’s sweetest love confession when I’m supposed to be throwing you, and be just as brilliant as always both times.” She giggles as he kisses away her pout. 

“I think I made it up to you later?” He hums, kissing down her throat.

“Yeah by short-circuiting my poor brain twice in one day.” She sighs before gasping as he nips by her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry you’re brilliant.” He shrugs as he gets her shirt off. “Not my fault no one had ever told you for some reason, but I will continue telling you until I die.”

“Luka!” She complains, sure she will never be used to how much he compliments her. 

“Yes, Ma-ma-ma-Marinette.” He hums with an innocent smile.

“Oh, you little-!” Marinette glares before looping her arms behind his neck and changing their positions so he’s now on his back with her hovering above him. “Was going to let you take the lead, but after that, nope. Now you get to try and keep up.” She smirks as Luka’s eyes widen in excitement.

“I think I’ve gotten better.” He smiles, pulling her down into a kiss.

“Hmm.” She hums, smiling softly. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

~~~

“You sure you want this much fur around my neck.” Luka teases as he finishes pulling his clawed gloves on. “It’ll be harder for you to bite me like this.”

Marinette just rolls gold-colored eyes, having chosen to go with contacts, even as she smirks a little. “Oh, trusst me, I’ll sstill be able to mark you up, don’t worry.”

Luka chuckles, leaning down to kiss her now-fanged mouth. “Just don’t swallow a fang in the process.” He hums before pulling back to finally look her over fully and sticking his tongue out her when she giggles at his pupils slitting, but she just looks so beautiful. 

His smile grows the longer he looks at her. She’s clipped aqua extensions into her shoulder-length hair that she’s put a small ponytail in near the bottom so it almost looks like a snake hood as it frames her face. Her pretty blue eyes are covered in a goldish-green, slitted contact closer to Sass’ sclera and are surrounded by a turquoise-scaled mask with teal scales dotted and clumped around at random. Moving down, she seems to have stepped out of the simpler designs that usually come from her transformations but then again she had borrowed Sass’ bracelet before she began working on it so maybe that was more Sass’s influence as his eyes took in the dark turquoise base that blended into teal at the sides to accent her curves. His eyes traveled down further to follow the aquamarine trail of belly scales that started at her underbust and faded back to the dark turquoise on her inner thighs like his did. Sass’s usual green diamond sat under her chin as part of the teal zipper that went down her front. Continuing on, she wore turquoise boots and gloves with pale turquoise at the fingertips and toes. If she opened her mouth, he already knew she had gotten custom fangs that were the source of her current lisp that he had gotten plenty of revenge teasing for from when she teased him about his fangs starting to grow.(2)

“Not so easy are they?” He smirks as he kisses her once more.

“You’ll just have to give me a reasson not to talk,” Marinette smirks right back, nipping his lip lightly and giggling when he does the same with his real ones. “Yourss are more like a ssaber tooth at this point than a real cat.”

“They’re not that long yet, drama queen.” Luka scoffs, kissing her again. “They look amazing as always.”

“I know.” She smiles, before squirming out of his light hug. “Now back up. I want to see what you look like.”

He chuckles, doing as he’s told as he steps back so she can get a look. He looks exactly as he did during his brief stint as the cat holder. His fringe wasn’t changed to the thundercloud grey from when he was transformed due to an upcoming concert and not wanting to completely fry his hair, but the rest was exactly the same. Secured to a headband hiding under his hair were two soft, slate grey ears that he was a little sad he couldn’t twitch anymore, but the lack of sensory overload was also nice. He had a simple black mask, and if contacts didn’t irritate his eyes so much, his eyes would have a blue sclera with a slate gray iris. Moving down, there was fur matching his ears around his collar and a matching accent at every color separation. The tied-off scarf around his waist making up his tail was also the same color as were the bangles around his wrists and the paw prints for some reason on the bottom of his boots. The rest of the outfit was black with a slightly lighter black starting at mid-chest and narrowing towards his legs before wrapping around his hips again. There were for some reason gray separation lines before his thighs and again where his colors usually separate on Viperion at mid-thigh that created this odd arrow that he’s pretty sure was Plagg being petty but never really questioned. Lastly, there were his black gloves and booths that both had claws, though it seemed that while the boot’s claws were fake, the gloves were of some material that would probably scratch her.(3) 

“Careto explain these, Lady Viper?” Luka hums, flexing the claws on his hands and chuckling as pink dust her cheeks.

“Sseemed only fair with how much I sscratch you up.” Marinette laughs shyly. “I have normal oness too though if it’ss not a day you feel comfortable with stuff like that?”

“I’m just teasing you, Mari.” He chuckles with another kiss. “You know I enjoy marking you up just as much as you do me.”

She smiles as she places a hand on her shoulder where there’s a still healing bite mark from his fangs hiding under her costume. “Yeah, I know. “ She giggles before looping her arms over his shoulders with a little smirk. “But I alsso can’t have anyone trying to hit on the ssexy bass player of Kitty Ssection, now can I?”

Luka can’t help but laugh now. “Mari, Rose and I are the only ones you put in low-collar costumes because you and Jules are too shy to start shit but possessive as hell. I think the fans got the message if the interview questions are anything to go off of.” Another kiss to her pout. “When am I allowed to start bragging about my perfect girlfriend, again?”

“When I’m a recognizable name and no one can say ‘Luka’ss girlfriend’ instead of my name without me having the right to sscream at them.” Mari huffs, sticking out her tongue when he laughs again. “Sshussh or I make that neckline even lower.”

“Baby, I’m already accused of dressing like an edgy whore.” Luka laughs. “Please, no lower, I beg of you.”

“Oh, please. Half of that is because your pantss look like they need cut off and that one wass a you choicce.” Marinette laughs right back. “Seriously, can anything even breath in those?”

Luka smirks, leaning a bit further to whisper in her ear. “I’m sure you know the answer to that too well by now.” A nip to her suddenly flushed earlobe. “Though you're more than welcome to check.”

“Lukaa~” She half whines, clutching his shoulders so he can’t pull back and see how red she’s gotten. She takes a steadying breath before trying to switch to hero mode with a smirk of her own and a thoughtful hum as her arms slide down around his waist. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.” She tugs on the knot to his scarf tail and a twitch of an ear tells her he knows what she has planned before she hooks one is his legs with her own and makes him sit in a chair that she placed close by so she can tie him to it with his own scarf. 

He makes a show of struggling against the material that he could very easily break out of and cast her what’s supposed to be a mischievous smile that has way too much fondness in his eyes for the full effect. “Really, Mari? Resorting to such easy tricks?”

“They work, don’t they?” Marinette snickers as she circles around him to secure the knot in a way that he’ll have to actually work to get it undone. “There, now I can have my fun.”

“Oh? Only you?” Luka hums, trying to tug his arm free and cursing when he gets his hands where he can feel the knot. 

“Don’t worry.” She hums as she slides to her knees between his and holds them open. “You’ll enjoy it.”

He’s about to ask how she plans to do that when she just restricted the zipper only for her to reach up where the belt was and play with the fabric to reveal a hidden zipper that he is now trying to figure out how he didn’t notice. He watches as she pulls the zipper down and is suddenly embarrassed that he chose not to jeopardize the silhouette of the outfit with underwear as she looks up at him in amusement when his cock is freed without restraint. “I- um-”

“Remembered my vissible underwear in body ssuitss rant?” Marinette provides, taking a glove off and looking up at him before she takes him halfway and letting quite a bit of spit collect so her hand can take care of the rest on her way back up.

Luka throws his head back with a moan, hands stuttering in the task he was given as he tries to keep his hips still. “Mariii~!”

Marinette hums, sending vibrations down his cock and trying not to giggle when he he curses at the sensation. As she pulls back up, she flicks her tongue across the slit and get’s to watch his hips tremble in his efforts to not thrust. “Good boy.” She does giggle now.

“You should have had the fox.” Luka groans, trying to refocus again to get at the knot. He knows whatever Marinette made the claws out of will probably at least help with the fabric, but he also doesn’t ruin her work and he knows she knows this and in this moment? It is infuriating.

“And let Alya be the Ladybug for as long as sshe wass the fox? Hawkmoth would’ve won in a month if the exisstencce of Lady Wifi wass anything to go by. It’ss horrible Ivan wass Akumatized twicce, but at leasst it sstopped me from giving her the earringss.” Marinette huffs, still rather hurt by how everything eventually turned out before she gives another small smirk as she does something with her hand that makes him gasp. “Bessidess. You made a much better fox yourself in between Miraculi. Trixx sstill talkss highly of your antictss.”

“I-mmm- Shit, Mari.” He groans, squirming to try to get his hands where he needs them. “I’m a Couffaine. Chaos is kind of i-I-in my blood if you hadn’t noticed.” He chuckles, referring to the embodiments of chaos that are his parents that sometimes managed to throw even the fox kwami for a loop. Was almost a shame he didn’t stay with Juleka after Luka took over the cat, but the poor kwami was probably just as grateful to escape to an environment where he was the most chaotic thing there with Nathaniel. 

“Meeting Juleka first definitely through me off.” Marinette laughs before suddenly taking him whole and holding his hips down herself when it takes him by surprise and his hips rise off the seat.

“Mariiii~” Luka shouts in surprise. He redoubles his efforts to get free and finally feels the difficult part of the knot loosen around his claw. Marinette just looks up at him innocently, only making this harder on him as his tongue slips out with a hiss and his pupils almost disappear as they slit. “I really hope you don’t have plans tomorrow because you’re gonna need that second chance, I swear to gods.”

This only makes Marinette’s eyes light up as she flattens her tongue along the vien on her way up before swallowing around him when she bottoms out once more. 

Luka groans, finally getting enough of the knot undone to free himself so he can slam her against the wall and lift her until her legs are resting on his shoulders before he goes looking for the zipper she probably has hidden on hers as well.

“Luka!” Marinette shouts in surprise as she braces her hands against the wall before turning scarlet as he lifts her like she weighs nothing. “I knew I sshould have done a harder knot.” She pouts at her teasing being cut short before she realises what he’s doing and flushes again when he raises an amused eyebrow when the zipper gives him unrestricted access to her cunt.

“Great minds?” Luka hums, slitted eyes looking up at her mischieviously before his long, now snake-like tongue lolls out of his mouth and he buries his face between her thighs. As he works his tongue between he already wet folds, he takes advantage of his new claws to grip her ass a bit rougher when she starts to squirm. 

Marinette gasps at the feeling of claws poking her through the material on her ass before she has to focus on not snapping her legs closed around his face when he takes advantage of the reach his tongue has to also be able to suck on her clit and make her thighs tremble. “LUKA!”

He just chuckles into the wet heat he has his face buried in as his tongue searches for something, smirking when she cries out once more. 

‘Found it.’ Luka thinks to himself as he works his tongue against her g-spot and continues sucking at her clit, pulling out whenever she tries to take back control to nip at her thigh with his fangs and get treated to more wetness when he returns. 

“Faster! Luka, pleassse~” Marinette moans, trying to grind against his face and only managing to whine pitifully when he bites her. Fuck, she should have added more zippers. She wants those fangs properly biting her right now, but also knows he’s having way too much fun teasing her to do it anyway. 

A black eyebrow peaks above his black mask before he’s sucking on her folds and somehow managing to take off a glove his own to let his fingers join and curl right into her g-spot and shit he knows her way too well. She can already feel the heat twisting in her core and the claws digging into her back are not helping. 

“Lukaaa~ You were ssuppossed to cum firsst this time, no fair~” Marinette whimpers, back trying to arch away from the wall as she nears the edge.

Luka just hums around her clit with another hard suck in response and holds her up when that tight coil of tension finally snaps and she tries to double over his head. He continues to work her through it, licking and sucking up her release as it soaks his face. 

Can’t have it getting into the fur in his collar after all. 

When she finally stops trembling enough to try to pull his face away, he finally let’s her slide down the wall enough to hook her legs around his waist. 

“What do you say to a bit of Second Chance, Lady Viper?” He smirks, tongue darting out to clean up whatever was left on his face.

Marinette rolls her eyes at the corniness even as she pulls him down for a heated kiss. “I expect to feel like I was catacalyssmed in the best way.” She pants when they finally pull away again.

Luka whinces at a memory that he already knows they will definitely be talking about later, but doesn’t lose his teasing smirk as he nips along her jaw line. “As you wish, Marinette.” 

Marinette side eyes him as she makes a mental note of his reaction to that request, but since he hasn’t put a stop to anything, just tightens her thighs around his waist as the other glove returns and clawed hands lift her ass slightly to position her on his waiting cock. She moans as she’s filled, letting her eyes flutter shut as she clings to him. It doesn’t take long for her to adjust and once she’s given the go ahead, he’s fucking her into the wall with abandon and she let’s her head fall back once more. 

Luka chuckles at how quickly she falls pliant as he takes advantage of her now exposed neck to bite and nip and guarantee she’ll be needing scarves if she doesn’t want to answer any embarrassing questions which he knows she loves even if she wasn’t trying to expose her neck more. He feels smaller hands on his and groans when he feels them reposition him so he’ll claw up her sides and back if he’s not careful which the look on her face says she definitely doesn’t want him to be. 

“You would think you’d be sick of getting hurt with how often you were flung across Paris.” He comments as he readjusts the angle in search of her g-spot again.

“This is dI-Ah~! There. There Luka!” Marinette moans when he finds it again, grinding down to meet his trusts as she continues. “Different. It’ss different.”

“Hmm, you tried blaming it on the Ladybug last time, but neither of our animals are exactly possessive.” Luka chuckles, claws digging into her lower back and making her moan.

“Ssshu-AH~ Fuuu- Sshussh you.” Marinette groans even as she sticks her tongue out petulantly. “Sso what if I like sshowing off that I managed y-you~ You were the firsst persson to actually ssee me for me and acknowledge all my ha-AH!-rd work insstead of just expecting it. I wass probably one more Akuma away from a b-burn out at fifteen if not for you so yeah.” She grabs his hair to expose his throat now and nip at his Adam’s apple. “Mine.”

Luka groans at the rough treatment as his pupils go nuts at her words. “Fuck, Mari. And I’ll keep telling you as many times as you neEd-shit.” He curses when she bites by his pulse hard enough to definitely leave a mark and his cock twitches inside of her. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He moves a hand to pull her into a rough kiss by her hair now. “And beautiful.” Another kiss. “Talented.” Kiss. “So fucking strong.” Kiss. “You were the melody playing in my head back then, and you’ve never stopped.”

They look at eachother with so much fondness, it would be easy to forget they’re currently fucking against they’re living room wall if it weren’t for the fabric muffled sounds of skin against skin and they’re heavy breathing. The little pecks he’s started though quickly turn more fierce and possessive as they both near they’re climaxes. It isn’t long before a particularly hard drag of claws down her back has Marinette clenching around Luka and sending them both over the edge, one after the other. 

Luka turns them as they’re coming down so he can slide down the wall to sit on the floor with Marinette cuddled in his lap. He lifts her only briefly to let his softening cock slide out before holding her close and now using the claws to comb through her hair and give the occasional head scratch that has her humming happily. 

They stay like this until they’ve caught their breathe enough to move to couch to cuddle under the blanket for a while. They both know they’ll probably go a few more rounds throughout the day, but right now? 

Right now Luka just wants to enjoy his little cuddle bug and Marinette her boyfriend’s warm embrace.

They can clean up later. 

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Book 2 Chapter 8 - The Lady Maketh an End of Her Tale

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Synopsis:

The Lady wraps things up at last.

Summary:

“And how shall I be sundered from thee now I have found thee? Yea, and who shall lead thee, thou lovely boy? Shall it be a man to bewray thee, or a woman to bewray me? Yet need we not go tomorrow, my beloved, nor for many days: so sweet as we are to each other.”

“Well, my friend, after we had lived like this for a long time, we eventually set out to find the Well at the World’s End, both marked for the quest by wearing beads like those you and I are wearing now. Once again I will skip over things, for I must take you to that Well, myself, though I do not need its waters again.”

Ralph said: “Do you have to take me there yourself? Could you not wait somewhere safe until I return? There may be so many difficult and dangerous things on the way.”

“What!” she said, “why would I part from you now that I have found you? Yes, and who else could lead you, you lovely boy? Should it be a man who would betray you, or a woman who would betray me? [1] But we do not need to go tomorrow, my beloved, nor for many days even, as sweet as we are to each other.

“But in those late dates we had to start our quest before the burden of the years grew too heavy upon us. To make it short, we found the Well and drank of its waters after a great deal of hardship and danger, as you might guess. Then the life and the soul came back to us, and the past years were like nothing to us, and my youth was renewed in me, and I became as you see me now. But my companion was a woman of forty years again, strong and fair as I had seen her when she came into the garden in my days as Queen, and thus we returned to the House of the Sorceress, and rested there for a while from our travel and joy.[2]

“At last—and this was only about five years ago—the Teacher said to me: ‘Sister, I have taught you all that your heart can take of me, and you are strong in your wisdom, and even more now it will be like I told you so long ago, that no man will look upon you and not love you. Now, I will not follow you into your new life, nor see it through to its end, for that would be terribly sad for both of us. But I see this in you: that you will live your life not as I would live it, but as you would live it, and since my way is not your way, and as I see that you will not stay alone for long, now we shall part. I think I will go to the ancient parts of the world and seek all the deepest knowledge while I still live, but I will have no more to do with kings and fighters and the cities of people, while you will not be able to keep yourself from these. So now I bid you farewell.’ [3]

“I cried at her words, but did not deny them, for I knew she spoke the truth. So I kissed her and we parted, she went her own way through the wildwood, and I stayed at the House of the Sorceress, waiting for time to pass.

“But barely a month after her departure, as I stood by the door one morning with the goats, I saw men come riding out of the wood. I called to them, and they came to the gate of the yard and got down from there horses, and there were three of them. None of them were young, and one was old with white hair flowing down from under his helmet (for they were all armed like knights), but they wore white robes over their armor, with no coat-of-arms or symbol upon them.[3] So they came through the gate and I greeted them and asked if they needed anything, then the old man knelt down on the grass in front of me and said: ‘If I were as young as I am now old, your beauty would stop my heart. But as it is, I will ask you this: far away beyond the forest we heard rumors of a woman living in the furthest wilds who had drunk of the Well at the World’s End, and was was beyond measure. Now we have set out to find that woman, and you are her, we would ask a question of your wisdom.’

“I answered that I was the one that they had heard of.[4]

“The old man said: ‘Fifty years ago, when I was still a young man, there was a fair woman who was the Queen of the Land of the Tower, who we loved dearly because we had lived with her in the wilderness and the wildwood: we are not her subjects, but a fellowship of free men and fighters called the Men of the Dry Tree. We hoped that one day she would come back and live with us and be our Lady and Queen, and indeed it seemed that trouble was coming for her, and we thought to help her and so become her allies again, but she vanished, and no one knows where she went.[5] Therefore, a band of us from the Dry Tree swore an oath to seek her until we found her, so that me might live and die together, but out of our group of twenty-one, I am the last one looking, for the rest are dead, or sick, or gone—and indeed, I was the youngest of them. As for these two men, they are my sons whom I have raised in the knowledge of my quest and in hopes of finding word of our Lady and Queen, even if all we learn is where her body lies. You are wise: do you know the resting place of her bones?’[6]

“When I had heard the old man’s story, I was moved to my very soul, and I hardly knew what to say. But now after all this time, my fears were all dead and so I spoke the truth, though I first said ‘Sir, what I will tell you, I will tell you without you needing to beg, so I ask that you stand up.’ He did, and I continued: ‘Geoffrey, what happened to the white deer after the banners had left the wildwood?’ he stared at me wildly, and I thought that tears came into his eyes, but I went on: ‘What happened to dame Joyce’s youngest child, the fair little girl who had a fever when we had to leave her behind to go to Up-castle?’ Still he said nothing, but looked at me in wonder, and I said: ‘Did you ever again see that great old oak near the clearing by the water, half of which fell away in the summer storm of that last July?’

“Then the tears truly gushed from his eyes, and he wept, despite his age. When he got a hold of himself again he said: ‘Who are you? Who are you? Are you the daughter of my Lady, just as these two are my sons?’

“But I said: ‘Now I will answer you first question, and tell you that the Lady you seek is actually alive, and she lives well, for she has drunk of the Well at the World’s End and has cast aside her burden of years. O Geoffrey, do you still not know me?’ I held out my hand to him and I was also weeping, because I thought of all the years that had past: for this old man had been that youth who had nearly died for me when I fled with my husband from the old king, and he joined the Dry Tree and had followed me with dutiful service throughout the woods during that time when I was happiest.

“But now he fell to his knees, not as a subject of his Queen, but as a lover, and he kissed my feet and was beside himself with joy. As for his sons, they were both in their forties, tall and strong, and they kissed my hands and knelt before me.

“When we came to ourselves again, old Geoffrey—who was now elated—said: ‘It is said amongst our ranks that when our group left the Land of the Tower after you had taken your rightful place on the throne, that you promised our captains that you would one day come back to the fellowship of the Dry Tree and live among us. Will you now fulfill that promise?’

“I said: ‘Oh Geoffrey, if you are the last of those who were looking for me (and you were only a boy when I lived with the Dry Tree in times past), who of the Dry Tree still remembers me?’

“He hung his head for a moment and said: ‘We have grown old, but you are still fit to be among the youth: unless my eyes are fooled by some illusion that will soon pass.’

“‘No,’ I said, ‘that’s not the case. I will be as I am now for a long time yet.’

“‘Well,’ said Geoffrey, ‘wherever you might be, you will be the Queen of men.’

“‘I don’t want to be Queen again,’ I said.

“He laughed and responded ‘I don’t know that you can help it.’

 “I said: ‘Tell me about the Dry Tree and how its fighters have fared in life.’

“‘They are warriors and fighters, both fathers and sons, and therefore they have not done very well. But they have left the woods and built a great castle above the town of Hampton, so that the place is now called Hampton under Scaur, for the castle was built on the top of the scaur.[7] There, we fight against the Burg of the Four Friths, which has done quite well for itself—there is no city to match it anywhere nearby.’

“‘And the Land of the Tower? Are the people there doing well?’

“‘No,’ he said, ‘they have been torn to pieces by foolishness and war and greed. Only a few people still live in the Great City, grass grows in the streets, and no merchants go there. Nothing good has happened there since you snuck away from them.’

“‘No,’ I said, ‘I fled from their malice, or else I would have been brought out to be burned at the stake once more, and there would have been no one to rescue me then.’

“‘Is that so?’ said old Geoffrey, ‘well, it’s all the same now; those days are over.’

“‘Well, come into my house, and have some food and drink and a place to stay tonight. Tomorrow, I will tell you what I will do.’

“So they did, and the next morning I said to Geoffrey: ‘What about the Land of Abundance and the castle that my lord built for me there? We used that as a refuge all through the War of the Tower both before and after we joined with the Dry Tree.’

“‘It is still peaceful; no one has laid a hand on it and there are simple people living there in the clearing of the woods who have not forgotten you, though they tell strange tales about you there. The old men seem to think it hasn’t been so long since you were there last, and they are ready to worship you even more than the Blessed Saints, were it not for the Fathers of the Thorn who oversee them.[8]

“I thought about this for a while and said: ‘Geoffrey, take me back to the populated lands, and we will decide where I will go along the way—or once we come to the cities and kingdoms. But listen, I always wanted to be part of the brotherhood of the Dry Tree, but I don’t think I will go join them right away.’

“The old man seemed content with that, and indeed now that the joy of our reuniting—which had brought some aspect of his youth back into him—was passed, he found it hard to talk freely with me, and was downcast and shy as if something had come between us and made our lives cold to each other.[9]

“So that day we left the House of the Sorceress, which I will not see again until I go there hand-in-hand with you, my beloved. When we came back to the populated lands, Geoffrey and his sons brought me to the Land of Abundance, and I found it all just as he had told me it was. I began living in the castle and did not trouble the people in the land, but was kind to them. But although they praised my gifts and honored me like a saint, and though they loved me, it was all with fear, and I could not really be a part of their lives. So I lived there, and the book which you read there—part true and part false and all filled with malice against me—I bought from a monk who came our way and was at first quite afraid when he found out that he had come to my castle. As to the tapestries in the Chamber of the Dais, I have already told you how my lord, the King’s Son, had those made in memory of the wilderness and servitude from which he brought me. I lived there until recently in peace and quiet, for I did not go to the Dry Tree for a long time, though many of them came to find me there at the Castle of Abundance. And all that time, they came only for one reason—to ask for a gift that I would not give to them, which is that love that I have given to you, beloved. And oh, I fear that I can not impress upon you how much I ask that you look past all my many deeds before you give me your love, for I desire it badly.” [10]

Notes:

[1] Again, Ralph and the Lady (especially the Lady, being amplified by the water of the Well) possess a supernatural beauty. The Lady is convinced that she must take Ralph to the Well herself, because anyone brought into their relationship to guide Ralph would try to separate them to have whichever one that person wanted. We’ve already seen people kill each other over the Lady, and so as her partner (consort? lover?), Ralph would be in danger, either of being killed by a male guide or kidnapped by a female one (or else the Lady would get killed).

[2] How long the Teacher and the Lady stayed at the House of the Sorceress before going to the Well is not clear, but definitely seems to have been a significant amount of time. I have it in my head that the Lady was in her forties or fifties when she left her role as queen (I say this without reviewing my notes or summaries to check), and the Teacher had already drunk from the Well (assuming it was shortly after she met with the Lady, that would have been twenty or thirty years ago) and so would not be aging for a while. For them to need to hurry on before growing too old to complete the journey (presumably on the Lady’s part), they must have been there for a decade at least. I imagine the Lady learned a lot of magic during this time. It is also important to remember that during this time, the Land of the Tower dissolved and passed out of recent memory.

[3] The “robes” are once again “gabardines” (which I believe is what the Lady and the Knight of the Dry Tree were said to be wearing over their armor when we saw them in the Burg).

[4] It seems unlikely to me that these rumors were actually about the Lady, given that she only recently took up this position. More likely, they’re pursuing rumors of the Sorceress from decades before, as she fits the same description and news of such a reclusive, mythical figure dying probably doesn’t get around very well. Note that I don’t think it’s ever explicitly stated that the Sorceress drank from the Well, but it seems likely given her proximity to it and depth of knowledge.

[5] We now have a bit more of a timeline for the Lady’s story. Unfortunately, the old man isn’t super clear about what event happened 50 years ago—that is, whether the Lady disappeared 50 years ago, or was Queen 50 years ago and disappeared later. However, in either case it means that it’s been at least 50 years since she was Queen (assuming we take the old man’s story as perfectly factual). That would make the Lady 80-100 years old at this point, at least (my money’s on the upper end of the range). If we assume everything happens back to back (they go to the Well, they come back, they part ways, people show up one month later), this would mean that the Lady was 80-100 years old when she drank from the Well, which seems pretty old, even for them deciding to finally make the journey before they got too old. However, there is a plausible time gap between returning to the House of the Sorceress and the Teacher leaving, which could have taken up any number of years (keeping the Lady’s actual age the same, but lowering the age at which she drank from the Well).

[6] In what is perhaps my most pedantic note so far, I will mention that this paragraph ends with a double quote “ instead of a single quote ‘, which is an error. The Lady is speaking, so everything is in “quotes” and then she is also quoting someone within her speech, so their words are in ‘quotes’ but this paragraph ends with ‘ instead of “, which both doesn’t properly close off the old man’s speech but would also imply that the Lady is done talking (which is not the case). I corrected this in my translation.

[7] As a reminder, “scaur” means “cliff.”

[8] The original line about the old men is “the old men deem that it is but a little since thou hast ceased to come and go there…” which to me means they remember her as being there recently, but may mean that they just remember her very well from when she was there so long ago, and that she is still well-known there.

[9] Not using it as the intro quote, but I do love this line. It’s hard to resume a relationship with someone that you haven’t communicated with in a long time. Sometimes you can’t really put that back together. The original line is “as if something had come betwixt us, which had made our lives cold to each other,” and I think it’s a very beautiful wording.

[10] I don’t think I translated it very well (sleepy) but the last bit is her telling Ralph that it’s very important to her that he understands her mixed and troubled past and accept/forgive her for it, so that she does not feel guilt about it in their relationship.

[xxdovelin]

PIECES, origin story for my character Voodoo, from No More Kings.

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tw gore

Your chest was still warm when I reached inside. The skin split easily, sternum shifting and ribs unbuckling all their joints. I opened you like pulling a zipper. My fingers wormed past your lung and curled around your heart. The heart was warm.

There’s a bag in the corner of the room. Writhing like snakes in a womb, ready to burst. My vengeance.

I tried to put the pieces of you back together. I tried to start your heart. There’s a warmth in my hands from it, burning, a phantom pulse.

Hey brother dear, I can see you in the mirror -- our noses are the same. I can’t smile, but if I did, I’m sure our eyes would’ve crinkled the same way. The ghost of you clings in strands around my face. It’s white like bones and I hate it almost as much as you.

You were always deciding things. All on your own. And you knew. You must have known all along.  The cat-- I can’t even remember the cat-- but I know you helped me bury the cat. Grandma said I found it on the road. She said you said I said I did and I know that’s a lie because the fastest car on that fucking road goes like 15 miles an hour with all the old folks around and any cat would have to run at the tire to get hit and besides-- I dug it up. The cat was only beads of bones, severed clean.

Clean like the time I traced the bruise on my arm and it just fell off. I’d screamed and screamed and tried to put back on before all the blood came out. But the cut was sealed and the blood stayed inside, though the fingertips blued before I could get it back on. And the skin was bruised black for weeks, and the scar was there for years and years, and you never asked because you already knew, and all those sideways smiles make so much more sense now.

I didn’t ask for any of this. Alice needs you.  I’m not the brother she needs to rock her to sleep. Her cheeks have sunken, and you even missed her birthday, you bastard; she didn’t blow out the candles. Grandma needs you, you’re the only one who knew how to fix the tv right, no matter how hard I try, they needed you.

Just you.

I felt the warmth of your heart. I felt the holes in your skin mend, felt your stomach, seared but whole; I heard the crack as your skull fused back together, pushing against the concrete where you fell. And I could see it-- the city lights of your mind, connecting-- you were still in there.

And I --

I had been practicing. A cut’s like pulling a zipper. You just pull it back again. All the cells rearrange back in place. It’s tricky though. The cells are so small, they don’t always go back right. Plants are easiest. To grow sprouts, you breathe deep and will the swelling in your chest to expand. I grew all Grandma’s tomatoes that way. Blooming flowers is like relaxing your shoulders, and growing leaves is getting goosebumps.

People are different. People have so many more pieces, moving, breathing, flowing. You have to juggle it all. I was lucky it’d only been my arm. I fitted it back on in panic; I made all the cells stretch and open, trying to fit it in, then clamped them down again. My left arm is a little shorter from it. The bone collapsed too far, like styrofoam crumpling. It was the first time I knew. Back before I knew about you, too.

I guessed you took Grandma’s bad hip. After weeks hobbling uncertainly, she suddenly was gardening again; you never walked the same. Twice a day, a hand to her back; as I got older, practiced more, looked deeper, my eyes could see the vertebrae realign. I guessed, then knew. Putting Alice’s hair in pigtails, braiding the ends, I could see the scrapes on her knees blush away. You were always taking care of us. Saving us from something I couldn’t see. Or didn’t want to.

I guessed from the gentle way you laid a hand on my head. The way you told me you loved me, smiling with bruises and small cuts that never seemed to go away. I stopped letting you touch me, I stopped touching everyone. Then no one had cuts or black bruises, no one but me. I had guessed until I knew.

There’s a bag in the corner of the room. I practice with it whenever I have the time. The room is cold and quiet and two stories underground where no one can hear the snakes’ muffled rasps. I think it’s suppose to be screaming, but I took out the tongue, so I wouldn’t know. I feed it rats I catch down here.

I have been practicing.  Making a wound is like pulling a stitch: yank it hard, turn the needle of your finger tips into a knife, pluck. Pull it all apart, let the blood run down. I tear it again and again until the bag stops moving, but I’m not satisfied. I pick up the meat and put it back again, arms to shoulders and bones to make the neck while I fix back together the face that stares at me without eyes. I’d plucked those out long ago.

I’ve been practicing. And I’ve realized. I’m not like you; I was made for this.

I can only put things together to tear them down.

I wanted to be able to stitch you back together. I held your heart and felt it beat beat beat and almost felt you breathe.

And it collapsed.

Tissue paper heart, I crushed you with my fingertips.

To tell the truth, I hated you. I thought you let them die. I thought Mom would have been hard to save, but you could have at least saved Dad. I wanted to know, then, if you knew, then. If you knew about yourself or did you know too late.

But now I know: there was no chance, none at all.

You only had one life to give.

Sometimes I feel my heart crushing along with yours. Sometimes I can’t feel anything but a hole there. Sometimes I feel the blade in me. Stomach. I see the surprised look on that guy’s face when he stabbed me. Like I’d run into him. Maybe I’d picked that fight of my own accord, but he was the idiot that didn’t know how to work a switchblade. I could have handled it. The guy ran away, scared of himself only. And I could have handled it. The stomach acids were eating me and I was panicking a bit because I’d never opened my stomach before, just one lung and a kidney once. But I could’ve figured it out in time. But you didn’t give me time.

You came around the corner, out of nowhere, like Jesus descended, and laid your saintly hand on me. Told me you loved me.

Then you pulled out the knife from me and then you were dying, the way I have been dying but without the knife to stop the blood... and you died.

Then you died again, in my hand, raisin-hearted.

The autopsy report said your official cause of death was cardiac arrest. And there was no knife hole to find: I’d fixed up right as I tried to save you. So no one knew the kid and no one could understand what happened-- you left our family alone, alone with me, the knife. I can’t hold Alice and I can’t carry Grandma to the bath.

All I could do was find that guy and put so many holes in him that he became nothing at all.

[kaijutegu]

Hey I have a question

I saw you on another post about human* compassion

Someone said on a Different post that Art is a very human trait (one captured throughout history) and I wanted to know if there is examples of art from other human cousins (neanderthals, etc.) That you could tell me about?

YES

so we know now that Neanderthals were CLEARLY super into fiber art but we also know that they did some other amazing stuff! Neanderthals definitely had the capacity for creativity and made some really cool stuff! Thing one: Neanderthals invented the hashtag

Ok it's not really a hashtag. It's an engraving on the wall of Gorham's Cave in Gibraltar. It's definitely Neanderthal– it predates anatomically modern human arrival by a few thousand years– and it's not a leftover artifact of tool use or hide scraping or anything. It might just be an abstract carving for fun, or it might even be a map! A kind of "you are here" in the cave.

2. Thing Two: The Badass Eagle Necklace

You know what's a HUGE BIRD? The white-tailed eagle. There's multiple eagles represented in this array of talons, and there's perforations and wear-related rubbing on the facets. You can't really use eagle talons as knives and they're too curvy to be good awls– and the wear isn't on the claw tips, it's where these would have rubbed against other beads or knots on a leather thong. How impressive would this have been to see gleaming on someone's chest? And that's not all! It's also likely they used feathers for adornment, too. Feathers don't survive well, but bones do, and when you look at the long flight feathers of a bird, you'll actually see that there's these little bumps on the bird's ulna where they are. When they're pulled out with force, there's some trauma that occurs to the bone. Which we see in bird remains associated with Neanderthals!

Now there's a few reasons to pull the primary flight feathers of a bird. You can use them to write or paint, or to fletch an arrow, or as part of religious ceremonies, or you can wear them. It's a guess what the Neanderthals were doing with them, but it's an educated guess. We know they didn't have the kind of microlith points that indicated arrows that need fletching. We also know they didn't write and they didn't seem to do much in the way of painting. They could have used the feathers for religious purposes; we simply cannot know about their religion. But bird-based jewelry wasn't an isolated phenomenon to Krapina, where the talon necklace is from. There's evidence for it at other sites, too! And frankly, feathers and bird parts just look neat. There's absolutely no reason to assume that Neanderthals didn't have an aesthetic appreciation for the world around them, after all!

Thing Three: Look At This Stuff And Tell Me It Wouldn't Sell Great On Etsy

In addition to eagle talons, Neanderthals made pendants out of shells and teeth.

What's even cooler? They used the same designs as anatomically modern Homo sapiens. While the materials and designs vary, the techniques are identical, showing potential transfer of information between the species!

(Left group is anatomically modern human tools and jewelry; right group is Neanderthal.)

We also know that stuff TRAVELED. They weren't just making things for themselves that stayed in one place, they were moving materials around! And not just stone for tools, but things that could only have existed to make them look pretty.

So Neanderthals really were into shells. They actually went DIVING for them in the ocean in Italy, which is pretty incredible. And while many of those shells ended up as tools, some of them ended up as jewelry!

This shell originally wasn't broken- it just had the two holes pierced in it and could have been worn on a cord. (God, an actual cord! Not just a strip of leather but an honest to goodness braided cord! That's THEIR invention, not ours!!!) But what's super cool about this shell is that it was painted! Orange pigment was applied to it. Why? Who knows! That's the thing about looking at an extinct group's aesthetic choices. Sometimes things have deep symbolic meanings. Other times, they just look nice. I think it's kind of amazing to think about this whole rich inner life we can't really understand, but we can grasp at. The person who made this lived and died about 50,000 years ago, before anatomically modern humans were even present in the area. And yet we can know that they liked the color orange enough to take a pretty shell, carefully drill holes in it so it could be worn flat, and painted a stripe on it. An orange stripe. Did it remind them of the sunset? Of the color of a loved one's hair? Did they like the way it looked against their own skin? Or maybe the bright pigment just cheered them up! We'll never know for sure but these are all reasons we wear things. Why not them, too?

[iznsfw]

I can't help but to imagine Eunbi in "ESPER" is tied to your Oneiric Theater series 😂

An Eye for an Eye is a great read. I like the lore being slowly built up. Hope the reader has more negotiation power in the future and makes it out alive😅

Also, I love the dynamic between Eunbi and Sakura.

(shout out to Eunbi's birthmark)

"It's only a matter of time they discovers us here. You'll go lead the the girls out of here" Eunbi draws her gun from the holster strapped to her thigh.

You tried to look away but it's too late, you're erected in the middle of your mission.

"Now's not the... come here" Eunbi sighs in defeat and signals you over.

How would she provide support so that you can continue your mission?😉

Remedy

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Quickie

1754 words

Guess I'm back to my usual schedule. Now you know why some of my replies take so long ;)

I write too much Eunbi, but I'm not changing that one bit lol.

Thanks for the ask and feedback frisky! Here's 1754 words I tried to make look decent. Also for the other readers, please check out the Esper music video. Really good *** material iykwim ;)

"Can't believe I'm doing this…" Eunbi mutters, her face almost as red as her lipstick. "How could you let yourself get BFH at this time?"

She drags you like a stroller bag to a hidden place, while your legs melt like noodles beneath you. You have become very weak from BFH, the rare yet notorious disease overtaking the kingdom, easily ignited by a pretty girl with pretty legs to match—specifically, Kwon Eunbi.

Following her with light steps, dizziness makes the world spin. You know this isn't the right time to get in a particular mood for your wife, but you can't help yourself. Not after seeing her pretty shoulders revealed by the low-hanging white dress and the tight strap sealed around her delicious-looking thighs. God, you could turn into a philosopher at just describing her.

I know that I know nothing excepting my lover's goddamned thighs—

You shake your head. Stop it. Right now, philosophers aren't needed in the kingdom; the king needs soldiers and fighters to help protect the nation. That is why you and Eunbi are here after all.

You whimper, even as she rushes you into one of the cells of the palace brig, pushing you to the wall and undoing your pants. Even more heat gathers in your body just by glancing at Eunbi. It's like your hands won't stop itching until they get to touch her.

Or taste her, your cocky mind adds. You lick your lips like a vampire at the sight of Eunbi's pretty pale thighs.

You begin jittering like broken glass. Everything becomes nonexistent and meaningless; nothing would ever have meaning until you get to touch Eunbi.

Eunbi with her pretty eyes that she had hidden with the masquerade mask at the enemy kingdom's party. Eunbi with her carved shoulders and collarbone everyone couldn't keep their eyes off of. Eunbi with her delicious legs and thighs you can never get enough of, no matter how many times you've touched her.

The lust runs high in your blood. As she sits beside you on the stiff prison bed, you realize that you can no longer hold yourself back.

"E-Eunbi. Eunbi-ya."

She is still caressing your hair, wiping the beaded sweat on your brow concernedly and undoing the first three buttons of your top. But then her eyes meet yours.

"Yes?" she asks worriedly.

"I'm sorry, darling," you tell her honestly. You kiss her cheek as an apology. "I can't take it anymore."

"It's okay. I know what you want to do. Just—"

She never got to finish her sentence. Once you hear her assured consent, you rush at her with lust-driven hands. They grab furiously onto her slim waist and lift her onto your lap. All while you grope her tits and her firm ass from beneath the lacy skirts of her dress, your lips meet hers.

Now it's Eunbi's turn to whimper helplessly. Your tongue, after getting a taste of her mouth, has now wandered to the curve of her jaw and the crooks of her shoulders. Her powdery scent invades your nostrils while you attack her neck with love-lust bites and kisses.

"Oh, oh my god." Eunbi can barely keep up with your wildness. With each kiss and grab done unto her luscious body, her face turns redder and redder. She squeals in surprise when you trail your fingers to her inner thighs. "Ahh, be careful, baby, please."

Her cries of pleasure rile you up even more, but you don't want to hurt her. "Shit, Eunbi, I'm so sorry. I—"

"It's okay. Just, just don't take off the dress, please. And make it quick; we still need to do a lot of things."

You can't take off the dress? Bummer that you won't be able to see her banger body in its full nude glory, but you understand the situation well enough to know the limits she has to set.

"O-Okay. I'm sorry." You pull Eunbi up and pin her to the wall. Your shoes are rough against the dusty prison floor.

Look down into her face and you can see blushed arousal, her lips turned down into a frustrated pout. But guilt nudges at the back of your mind; you feel bad for touching her at a time where the two of you can't do it completely, and she's already being kind letting you cure yourself of the BFH! How did you ever end up with her?

"There you go." You press a kiss to her forehead, so tenderly compared to what you are about to do. "Why don't I return the favor in advance, Eunbi, hm? Prepaid load type of shit?"

Eunbi tilts her head in confusion like a confused bunny, but she immediately gets what you mean when she feels your digits  stroke her folds. Her knees buckle, and she whines needily at how good it feels. How good and overwhelming it feels to have your fingers caress the overly sensitive bud in between her folds.

She lets out a broken cry of pleasure. Her juices lubricate your fingers enough to take the next step in giving back to Eunbi: a swift ram of your fingers inside her.

"Haaaah!" Her well-needed bite on your shoulder sparks a mixture of euphoric pain into your system. She shuts her eyes tightly and lets out a soft mewl, circling her hips on your literally fulfilling digits stimulating her. "I can't, baby, it feels so—!"

Eunbi clings onto you for support; her own legs are failing her, giving up on their purpose because of the overwhelming pleasure. She hugs you tightly as you continue your savage violation of her tight pussy, one thigh slung on your other hand to spread her further.

It was a selfless decision for you to get your wife to an orgasm before yourself, the one with the disease, but it's somehow a fifty-fifty situation: she gets her stress from the mission relieved, while you get yourself even more turned on by the sounds of her wanton sobs. And you see that it was a good decision; her moans are like fuel to your heightening fire, and with every second that passes, you are more overcome by the urge to devour her whole.

"Ah, ah, fuck," Eunbi tries to keep her curses hushed. She's humping desperately on your quick-paced fingers, fucking herself repeatedly with them even as her wetness begins to flood your hand and drip to the floor. She leans against your chest and closes her eyes in endurance. "Mmh, faster. Just a little more, baby, please."

She becomes even more demanding, even more needy, and she absolutely arcs her back when you attack her beautiful neck again.

Squirming in sensitivity, she finally reaches her high. Her walls squeeze your fingers so tightly it almost hurts, and she muffles her elongated scream into your chest.

"Ahh," Eunbi sighs as clings onto you for support as your fingers complete the task of drawing an orgasm out of her. She kisses the side of your head before her own throws back as a result of the violent orgasm. "Mmm, thank you, b-baby. I-It's your turn to cum, okay? You're still not cured."

"Alright. Thanks, Eunbi."

"N-No, not there, please," she asks meekly when you spread her legs to put yourself in. Her cheeks are a sheepish red. "I'm too sensitive. You can try my mouth instead, okay? I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," you assure her as she kneels down. "Open up, please."

Your fingers curl around her chin while your thumb gently urges her lips apart. Her big eyes gaze at you with anticipation, her hands tidily fit together on her lap.

She whimpers audibly when your cockhead first slips through her mouth. You caress her hair to assure her while gently putting in more, so that tongue could slide against the underside of your cock and your tip meets the tightness of the entrance of her throat.

Eunbi inhales through her nose, her shuddering breaths fanning your dick. She begins to whine again when you start to move, letting your dick further down her throat till her nose touches your stomach. It's difficult; she keeps gagging and causes her throat to contract around you. But with a few more down, it's all in.

She looks at you with bright teary eyes, hands curled around the lapels of her dress and drool rolling from her mouth.

"Fuck, that's a good girl." The thoughts of the war no longer cross your eyes as you gaze at Eunbi's innocent eyes looking up at you while she struggles to take your cock. "You look so pretty like this."

The blush on her cheeks is undeniable. "Thernk yerw" is her garbled reply. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward, your cock hitting the back of her throat again. Then she lets your tip slide against her cheek repeatedly and causes your dick to make an imprint on her cheek. She makes sure to massage the sides and base of your rod with her tongue and heavy pants as well, before sucking on the head like you have done to her neck.

"Oh fuck, Eunbi," you sigh. The suction of her lips with the added licks of her tongue just gets you to the edge. "Ah, I'm going to cum, babygirl. Where should I…?"

She taps on her lips. You nod to show her you understand her wordless signs. As she lets you use her throat to get off, blowing you messily but with measured movements, you ejaculate right where she wanted you to: her warm wet mouth. As the semen covers the insides of her cheeks and tongue with white fluid, Eunbi becomes teary-eyed, running out of air.

She lets you see your work with a sticking-out of her tongue. You would have taken a picture if the cameras weren't confiscated by the council: Eunbi, gazing up at you with eyes swimming with tears, sticking her tongue out showing off how you used her mouth.

Then she swallows it all, not a drop left.

Immediately the heavy feeling leaves your body. You have just been cured. Your hands tickle the underside of Eunbi's chin. "Good girl. Thank you."

"No problem. Let's go now. We still have to save the girls." She rises from the dirty brig floor and kisses your cheek. "And after all this, I'll let you use my pussy as much as you like."

[bubbledumbbinch]

I really like your smut writing! So can I please request some spicy headcanons for Floyd, Epel, Riddle and Idia with a fem s!o who surprises them by sending a nudes? How would they react? Thank you^^

Aaa thank you so much!!! I’m p new to this writing/requests thing so I’m really glad you like it! :’)

Warnings: light degradation on Riddle’s part

A/N: this piece of writing is purely 18+. Minors do not interact

NSFW below the cut

Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader

You and Floyd are practically inseparable. You spend so much time together that you feel so sad and empty when he’s gone doing something else!

So when Floyd has work at the lounge or basketball practice, who can blame you when you say you felt a bit lonely? You decide to send your lovely eel boyfriend some photos back in your bedroom while you’re alone.

The body parts you decide to send photos of are your breasts and ass, specifically the parts Floyd loves to squeeze! Well, he loves to squeeze all of you, but he favors those because you make some really cute noises when he does it!

Floyd would take one look at his cell phone, immediately drop everything he’s doing and come find you. If he was working at the lounge then he would drop his tray. If he were at basketball practice he would just straight up leave. His stuff would still be there LOL.

He would definitely be rough with you (as if he isn’t normally) and remove any clothing you had on, if you still had any on, and fuck you multiple times for sending those photos to him while he was away! Don’t you know how much he missed you already?

Floyd pays special attention to use his hands to squeeze your breasts, nipples, or ass with his fingers while he’s ramming his cock deep in your cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each thrust.

It hadn’t even been 3 minutes after you clicked ‘send’ on those photos for Floyd. He didn’t even respond to you, which had you feeling a bit sad. Usually he replied within the minute! You covered your naked form up loosely with the white sheet, which accentuated your body shape even while draped with it.

“Shrimpyyy~” an eerily sweet voice called out in the hallways leading up to your room, leaving you with goosebumps. Suddenly your door burst open and Floyd was standing there, obvious tent in his pants.

“Hi Floyd…” you called out to him. Floyd’s eyes widened and his smile grew large. “You look like a siren Shrimpy…. you’re making me wanna squeeeeze you~” The eel merman closed the distance between you and ripped the sheet off your body, exposing you completely.

Epel Felmier x Fem!Reader

Epel would probably be busy with Vil, learning how to use some new product Vil was promoting soon.

Epel hears a ding on his phone saying you texted him but ignores it since Vil is trying to lecture him. He will definitely get back to you soon! If it was urgent you would call him.

Once Vil is finished with him, Epel finally returns to his room, and opens your text. He definitely doesn’t expect to see you scantily clad in a lavender set of lingerie!!!

Y/N: “Hey my favorite farmboy~ I know you’re probably busy right now but I bought this while I was thinking about you. I’m getting hungry, and I would love to have an apple in my mouth right now. Come over soon~”

Epel gulps down and feels his cock starting to harden in his pants. A part of him just wants to video call you and have phone sex but another part of him wants to ravage you in person!

He would definitely be happy he opened that text in his room!!! Vil didn’t need to see Epel getting so worked up over this.

“I’m on my way now.” He sends the text quickly.

Epel would remove any bits of makeup on his face before heading over to your dorm, bringing over some snacks. Beads of sweat were already starting to build on his face as he enters and heads toward your room.

When he finally gets there, he’s sweet at first when it comes to foreplay and kisses, but you want to see his real side and he wants to show it to you too! Epel would roughly slap your ass and fuck you doggystyle, while you’re screaming out his name, lingerie thrown on the floor along with his own clothes.

“Y/N..?” Epel knocks on your door and opens it, peeking around to see you in bed. “Come here, Epel. I’ve been waiting for a while now, and I want to see how well this set matches with your hair, preferably with your head between my legs~?” You finally used your pointer finger to beckon for him to come closer, in which he quickly did. The boy didn’t hide the way his eyebrows quirked in determination as he smiled eagerly. He knelt down and pulled your panties off, shoving his tongue into your leaking hole.

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Riddle was a changed person after his incident when you were still a new student. You grew to love him and it ultimately led to you two being in a relationship!

Riddle was always very gentle with you when it came to being intimate, you often wanted him to be a bit rougher with you but he said “it wouldn’t be chivalrous”.

You decide to take matters into your own hands by building up tension - you start breaking rules here and there. Riddle would forgive you at first but once he noticed how often you did it, his face would turn red and his voice would raise, yet he still forgave you!

You decide to send a photo of yourself in his bedroom, dressed in a red babydoll lingerie set, your body spread out on his sheets. If you’re bold, you also take pictures with his crown atop your head, showing off the way your nipples perked in the set.

Y/N: “Riddle my dear~, I’ve been so bad. You know it, and I know it. Why don’t you come over here and punish me?”

This was the final straw - your punishment starts now. He’s forgiven your rule breaking so easily because he had a soft spot for you! But you knew this whole time you were breaking rules?!

Riddle storms in a few minutes after sending you many texts in all caps. Once he really sees you sprawled out so seductively on his bed, he can’t help but let his face go red as he swallows a lump in his throat.

His mixture of anger and arousal showed quite freely when he was fucking you into his bed, spewing light degradations towards you while teasing you for being such a whore.

Riddle hikes your leg up onto his shoulder, using it as a leverage to hit a new angle inside your already abused cunt. “So, you really were trying to break those rules on purpose, my rose?” Riddle panted while smirking down at your squealing form. “And then you come into my room while I’m not here, pose so lewdly on my bed, wearing that? I guess you are a dirty slut.” Riddle chuckled darkly, still fucking against your pussy. His grip on your leg tightened. “Say it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you…”

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Idia… this guy lives his life digitally, he likes texting you frequently, and sometimes he still gets nervous seeing you in person, as your boyfriend!

One day he wasn’t texting you back, which had to mean he was PROBABLY busy gaming.

You decide to surprise him by getting into a cosplay of a character that you both liked. The costume was already a bit revealing but you decided to take it to the next level by sending upskirt pictures that accentuated your butt, and even shots of your panties being soaked under the skirt!

When Idia opened his texts, the photos of you flooded his screen and he screeched, shutting it off before Ortho could wonder what was wrong! “O-Ortho, could you please patrol the hallways right now? I just f-found out I have to do something. A-and,” the blue haired boy stuttered. “Feel free to start up conversations with the dorm members, for as long as you want, okay?” Ortho of course happily agreed and practically flew out of the room.

I can see Idia either calling you to come over or he would want to video call you and watch you bring yourself to orgasm.

Seeing you in those clothes though, I would imagine him reaalllyy wanting you to come over, though.

Idia called your phone and you could hear his shaky breath starting to talk. “Y-Y/N, could you nnh- come over, please? And, m-maybe wear a jacket over yourself, I want to see you wearing that outfit here, please…”

Once you get to Idia’s room, he pulls you eagerly in an embrace, and you feel his hard cock poking your stomach through his pants.

Idia loves to watch you bounce on his cock while you’re wearing the same exact cosplay in the photos!

“Aanh- Y/N-shi…” Idia covered his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were radiating heat and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure. The skirt you wore was hiked up to your waist, shirt on the floor along with your bra. “Mm, Idia~ it feels so good, I’m so haaah, so close..!” You could only whimper out, feeling yourself clench around his cock. “C-cumming!!” He pulled you down into a kiss in which you both moaned into as you milked his hot cum into your greedy hole.

[milkacchan]

More self-indulgent peaky blinders x reader bc I've always struggled with my femininity as a woman, especially when it came to trying on feminine clothes like dresses.

"No. I don't want to." You mutter, pouring the boiling water over coffee grounds.

"Why not? It's just like looking for a suit." Arthur spoke from the table.

"Except it's not." You hum. "The complete opposite, actually."

There was nothing more irritating to you than trying on dresses. Even getting fitted for them, you hated it. Every fucking minute of it.

"Still haven't grown out of that then huh,"

"I don't see why I can't just wear a suit to the damn thing, all of you are." You mumble, ignoring Tommy and taking a sip of your coffee. "I look better in those anyway."

"Is that what this is about?" John sighs, walking in the kitchen. "How many times do we have to tell you? You look beautiful. Always."

"Don't get fucking sappy," you roll your eyes. "I just don't like dresses. Or trying them on." You state, sitting down at the table.

"Nonsense. You love dresses when you feel good in them." Polly cuts in. She sets a plate in front of you.

"Thanks Pol," you nod. "But that's how clothes work, in general. Not dresses."

"But that's what this is. Still the irrational thought you don't look good."

"'Pol," you whine.

"You know, your mother carried you for nine months, gave you that body and face just for you to hate it."

"Pol how many times are you going to use that?" You groan rubbing your face.

"As many times as it takes for it to stick. You don't look bad, at all. I'm not just saying that because I've raised you."

"I look good in suits, yes. Thank you. Why can't I wear one of those?"

"It's too formal of an event, poppet. A suit won't work."

"Pols right," Tommy looks up from his paper. "As much as I'd like to let you wear a suit, it's too formal. We'll have to get you in a dress."

"Tommy.."

"I know, I know, you don't want to. We'll look around some shops, whatever you like We'll get, no questions asked. Whatever color, style- if you feel it looks good on you, we'll get it. And if you really don't see anything you like, we'll get one made, alright?"

You murmured something under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Yes. Fine, yes."

And so it began, within the next hour you were in town with your brothers, dress shopping.

"What about that one?"

"Wouldn't fill it out right." You mutter with hands in your pocket.

"You didn't even look at it poppet,"

"I did, already, over there when Pol was talking about that red one."

Arthur sighed, "Why don't you at least try it on?"

"I suppose so, if it'll make you happy."

"I think Pols got some too," John looks over to you, taking his attention away from the dress he was running his fingers across. "What about this one?"

You turn your attention from Arthur, who was grabbing the one he was eyeing to the one John had pulled. The fabric seemed soft. It was a lovely shade of green, with silver beads that adorned it simply.

"It's nice," you mutter. "Soft," you mumble once you've got your own hands on it.

"Isn't it? I really like the color. I think it'd fit your skin tone."

"Since when did you become so knowledgeable on the things of a woman." You smile.

"Since Esme, she's adamant I learn. I guess she was right that it would help." He hummed, "after all i have to be able to help my baby sister and keep my title as the favorite brother."

"Oh, you think you have that title?" You side eye him and lift dress off the wall.

"Oi," he makes a face, "Who does then?"

You say nothing, just smiling as you take a step back to move to another part of the store.

"Oh come on you have to tell me, come on. Who is it then?"

"Tell you what?"

"Who the favorite is."

"I can't tell you that, power shift and all."

"I've got some dresses dear," Aunt Polly gestures to the ones in her hand. "Let's try these on, okay?"

"I've got one for her too," Arthur holds his up.

"And I picked that one for her to try," John points.

"Mines prettier."

"Oh this is a competition now?"

"Oh Hush. Hand them here." She snaps. "You boys wait out here, we'll come show them once she's in them."

"Yes Pol," the chorus plays.

You make a face but ultimately follow Pol to the back room.

The first one up is a black one with gold beading, all you have to do is look at it before you know you'd not like it.

"No," you immediately turn it down. "I'm sorry aunt Pol, but I really don't like that one."

"Alright," she took a deep breath and set it aside. "Let's try this one then."

The next one was white. It was long, looked like it'd be form fitting to an extent, in the bodice anyway. The skirt was flowy with tassels that made an almost scale pattern. It was pretty, you had to admit.

You stared at it for a few moments before starting on your suit, unbuttoned the shirt (your jacket had been left with Tommy, good lad,) and slipped it off. Followed by your pants and shoes.

You held your arms up and the dress fell down your body.

You hesitantly open the door and walk out to where your brothers are.

"Oh that one's a nice one," John smiles. "Like mine better though."

"'I picked that one out," Tommy grins.

"I mean its nice," you nod, looking at yourself in the big mirror. "But it looks more like a wedding dress Tommy, you trying to see me off already?"

"No," he mumbled, watching you step off the ledge. "Just thought it was pretty "

You wave him off and walk back into the dressing room. The next one is one Pol had picked, she said anyway.

It was a light pink, a color you had to admit you enjoyed, so it was a downer when you looked in the mirror and hated what you saw.

"Let's just try the next one," you mutter

"You don't want to show the boys?"

"No Pol- no I just really want to take it off," you mutter, still scanning your form. 

She stares for a few moments but ultimately nods.

The next is the one Arthur had picked. Red with black beading. Tassels that fell down your arms. It was elegant. You left the room and walked towards the boys.     

"That one's awful nice on you," Pol smiles.

"I have taste, see?" Arthur grins. "Do you like it?"

You stare at yourself in the mirror. "It's...I mean its a nice dress, really."

"But...?" John pushes.

"Not for me. I don't fill it out right. I look like a man."

"If you don't like it, it's no trouble. Try on the next one." Tommy leans back in his chair.

"Sorry Arthur," you mumble.

He just waves it off with a small smile.

Then it's John's choice. The green one, forest silk with the simple sliver beading. It's a longer dress, and honestly you don't mind.

Aunt Pol helps you slip it on. "Oh..." She breathes. You look fantastic. It frames your waist and your hips before falling freely around your legs. It's sleevless, the silk coming up your back in a V to cover your shoulders.

"It's so nice," you whisper, fingers trailing down your sides.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a princess," you hum.

"Go on then, show the boys." Pol all but shoves you through the doors.

"Alright alright," you lift the skirt and hike up the platform.

John was smug. "You like that one don't you?"

"I do," you whisper with a nod, till staring at the dress. "God I love it," you laugh softly.

"Give us a spin," Tommy smiles, moving his hand on a small circle.

And you do. You spin with a stupid grin on your face, looking at your brothers when you've finished. "Does it twirl? Tell me it twirls."

"It twirls," Arthur laughs. "You look beautiful."

"Who's the favorite?"

"Oh hush John,"

"That's the one then?"

"Yes, this is the one." You hummed. "Not to much for you is it?"

"Never," Tommy stands, "go on get dressed, we'll pay and go home."

"Yes Tommy," you step down.

The boys would always take care of you.

[foodieforthoughts]

Imagine Henry coming back home sexually frustrated because he shot a sex scene that day and all he could think about was you

Oooffff this was interesting to write! Thank you anon bean for the request. It turned out to be longer than I expected 👀😅

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language

A/N: I had so much fun writing all the requests but they are now closed. I have a lot on my plate right now and I don't want to disappoint with mediocre work. Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests and reading my work, I love you all. The pending ones will be answered soon. 😊♥️

Title: Hello, Sailor

You were singing to yourself while taking a shower completely oblivious to the other occupant of the house sneaking into the bedroom. You nearly shrieked when you stepped out of the bathroom to find Henry sitting on the edge of the bed. Your husband had a tight lipped smile on his face, dressed in all white with a sailor's cap perched on his head.

"Well, hello, sailor." You wrapped the towel over your body. Droplets of water dripping from your hair and travelling down your arms; Henry's gaze following the trail of hydrous beads with his smile turning into a leer. "You weren't suppose to be home yet."

With a smirk Henry stood up, bringing his eyes to refocus on your face. "Yeah, I excused myself."

Extending his arm to grab onto yours, Henry pulled you to him in one swift move. You yelped when you crashed against his hard chest, your arms flailing to grab onto his strong biceps for support. You gasped as Henry's hardening bulge rubbed against your abdomen.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, puzzled but also slightly aroused by his dominion.

Licking his lips slowly while his lustful gaze bore into you, Henry pulled the towel loose from your body. The fluffy piece of cloth fell down on the carpeted floor, pooling in a heap on your feet.

"I had to shoot a sex scene today." He grazed his nimble fingers over your skin, running his hand down your arm. "And all I could keep thinking about was you."

"I'm flattered." You tried to pull away but Henry held you tighter against him, his hand squeezing your butt while the other travelled down to rest under your breast. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan when Henry ran his thumb over your exposed nipple.

"Do you want to tell me how the scene progressed?" You breathed, your chest heaving as your pulse drummed in your ears, tingling moisture beginning to pool between your thighs.

"Better yet, I'll show you." Henry offered and before you could squeak out a word, he turned you around and pushed you down on the bed. You fell on the soft mattress, your thighs held apart by Henry's wide frame crawling in between them. His eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide as he climbed on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered close when he kissed his way up from your waist, leaving lingering impressions of his lips and sucking on the juncture of your neck, making you buck your hips to gain friction where it was needed. He brought your hands up over your head, holding them by the wrist until you felt the coarse nylon texture of the binds digging into your skin.

"What the-" You opened your eyes in surprise and craned your neck to see that Henry had indeed tied your hands with a rope. You tugged at the restraining line, listening to the faint sound of the bed post creaking with your force. Bringing your gaze back to your husband who had climbed off the bed and was hurriedly discarding his clothes, you stared at him waiting for an explanation.

"What sort of movie are you filming? Sailor porn?"

Henry chuckled, pulling the last piece of clothing down, freeing his cock which stood erect and proud. You gulped, momentarily mesmerized by the thickness even though it wasn't your first time seeing it, wondering how did your body accommodate his massive size.

"I improvised, I'm an actor. There were no ropes." Lying on top of you, caging your body with his legs on either side, Henry brought his face close to yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, taking in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity, awakening your inclination to be controlled and destroyed. You were about to speak when he placed his hand over your mouth, stopping you from saying something witty in response. "She didn't speak. Can you follow that?" Henry questioned, his voice dropping down an octave, the husky undertone spreading sparks of electricity throughout your body.

You nodded, wriggling under him to pull his attention to your aching center. His heavy cock rested on your abdomen, veiny topography of his phallus rubbing against the sensitive skin of your belly. Your drenched hair was beginning to soak the bedsheet, making you shiver under the dampness although it might have not been the only reason why your arms were now covered with goosebumps.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Henry wiped his thumb over your parted lips, nudging it inside your warm cavern. You gladly sucked at his digit, moaning as he twisted it inside your mouth, running your tongue over his finger. Your thighs clenched when his other hand rubbed at the outside of your thigh, making it's way to your mound. Henry kissed his way down from your neck, stopping to suckle at the top of your breasts, marking you as his. You whimpered as he spread your legs apart, bringing his fingers to tease your dripping folds, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves.

You were completely at his mercy, trying to pull at the restrains, wanting to touch him. Sucking in a ragged breath, you closed your eyes as at the same time Henry took your aching nipple in his mouth and inserted a long finger inside your cunt. Your toes curled, gasps leaving your lips when he flicked your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to stretch your pussy.

"Henry," you moaned his name, jerking up when he nipped at your nipple. "Oh God." You repeatedly called out, feeling the coiling at the pit of your belly as his fingers curled inside you, rubbing against the erogenous spot over and over again.

You gasped for air, taking in shallow breaths, as your heart raced in your chest. Henry placed his hand over your cheeks, caressing your skin while performing exploitative ministrations over your body. You strained against the ropes, rutting your pelvis against his hand as your orgasm ripped through your body like a thunder strike.

You were trying to regain your breath, think above the haze in your mind and get your thumping heart to calm down, when Henry unceremoniously flipped you over on your belly. The rope dug into your wrist but you were busy trying to make sense of what was happening when Henry pulled you up on your knees, jutting your ass in the air and positioned himself behind you, lining the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Henry," you tried to look behind at him, but the cord and his large hands holding your waist bound you to your place. "Please-" You couldn't even complete the sentence as Henry plunged his throbbing cock inside your welcoming cunt, thrusting until you were stretched and his bulbous head rubbed at the apex of your womb. He bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he pulled out before ramming back in.

"Are you loving that?" He rasped near your ear, bringing his hand to rest under your jaw and turning you face to look upwards. "Exactly like I fucked the wench in that scene."

"Fuck, Henry." You cried, the sensations and the situation overpowering you. You pushed against his hip as the familiar coiling in your belly returned, ready to snap as he hammered his way to reach his high. Your eyes widened when his hand snaked its way to your clit, circling the nub and pushing you to your imminent climax. With quivering thighs and a scream, you came over his dick grabbing onto the rope as tidal waves of ecstasy washed over you. With a loud groan, Henry dug his fingers in your skin, shooting his thick warm seed inside you, continually saying your name as the remnant of his load emptied within you.

Struggling to catch your breath, both of you laid on the soaked mattress, with sweat slicked skin and trembling muscles. Henry kissed your back as he rolled over you, lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow! That was something, wasn't it?" He asked between gulps of breaths.

Turning your head to look at him, you nodded. "Exactly how many sex scenes does this movie have?" You teased, weakly nudging him with your knee.

"A couple more I guess." He winked back, lying on his side to face you.

"Next time maybe a heads up?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, mischievous grin on your face. "Never thought I would pitch in the idea of role play and the universe would grant me with a sailor sex scene."

Sitting up and untying your hands, Henry chuckled. "Actually, my character is about to become the Captain soon."

"Oh mama. Drop your anchor in my lagoon again, Captain." You laughed as Henry shook his head and snorted as you continued throwing horrendously funny pick up lines one after the other before pulling you towards the bathroom for a warm shower.

[bad-boy-halo-simp]

soft sex with dream (female reader|she/they pronouns too please:) just lots of praising and fluff you can ignore this but I'm just craving some love🤧

Yes yes yes absolutely❣️ :D

Anything for you @egirlmelody my beloved❣️

I was halfway asleep while writing this so I’m sorry if it’s not great😅

Dream x afab!reader

18+

Warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, smut

It was about 6 o’clock in the evening and you hadn’t seen your boyfriend very much since you two had woken up. Just the occasional bathroom break and the couple of times you checked on him throughout the day to see if he needed anything to eat or drink but other than that you really didn’t want to bother him in case he was filming or editing. At one point you had enough, getting desperate to feel Dream’s arms tight around you, so you decided to order a pizza for dinner because you knew it was his favorite before tiptoeing up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

Pressing your ear to the door, you heard a long sigh and a pop of some kind before knocking ever so softly, just loud enough to get his attention. “You can come in,” Dream said while mid-yawn. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open just enough to peek in and see him stretching. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You asked as you approached your lover from behind before draping your arms over his shoulders. “I’ve missed you,” you pouted while giving him a quick squeeze.

“Oh, ha- I’m sorry about that. I guess I sorta lost track of time, ya know? I got a lot done today though,” you could hear the pride in his voice from the days accomplishments. Something you had noticed while dating him was how if he started a project he wouldn’t stop it until it was complete even if it wore him down more than it should. You could feel him reach up to touch your arms as he tossed his head back to rest on your shoulder, a long satisfied sigh escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Well, I’m very proud of you. You did great today Dream. I love you,” you whispered, holding your boyfriend securely to your chest. His eyes quickly shot open and he sat straight up before spinning around in his gamer chair to face you. “You mean it?” He asked, his eyes wide and bright with excitement. All it took was a nod and a quiet giggle from you to have him pull you onto his lap by your hips, straddling his waist and facing him.

“How did I get lucky enough to have a woman like you in my life?” He asked as he began to press kissed all over your neck and collarbone as his hands remained steadily on your hips. “I should be asking you the same thing,” your voice came out a bit more shaky and breathy than you meant for it to. His lips felt warm against your skin, something just so loving and comforting about the way he held you. His rough hands began making their way up and down your sides as he continued to attach your neck and jawline with kissed, each one getting sloppier and more intimate as he progressed.

At one point, your foggy mind beginning to clear, you had noticed how he started giving you feint hickeys all over your neck which you didn’t mind in the slightest. “Are you okay with this?” He panted out as his hands stilled while holding the end of your shirt, waiting for your consent before removing it. A quick nod was all it took from you before your shirt was removed from your body and bunched up on the floor in the blink of an eye. You could feel the arousal between your legs growing more intense with every one of his actions.

Unclipping your bra had become an easy task for him considering how many times he had done it in the past, seeing himself a borderline expert on bra removing. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he cupped your breasts in his hands, feeling and groping at the jiggly, warm flesh. “Thank you,” your response felt awkward and embarrassing to say out loud but he didn’t mind one bit, offering a sweet smile in return.

You stood up just for a second as you slipped your shorts and panties down your legs and onto the floor near where your shirt and discarded bra were sitting. While you were up and off his lap, Dream was quick with pulling his sweatpants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing his erect cock as a bead of pre-cum began to form on the slit of the tip. His hands returned to their place on your hips as you mounted him once again, your cunt aching to be stuffed by him.

He rocked his hips back and forth while smearing the pre-cum all over your opening, lubing you up and preparing you to take him inside. “I’m gonna put it in now. Is that alright?” He asked as his tip caught on your entrance causing him to let out a shaky gasp. “Yes, please yes,” the mild desperation in your voice was quickly picked up by him as he slowly and tentatively pushed the head into you, watching for any reaction from you. After a few seconds of letting you adjust, he began to push deeper inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mmm good girl, taking my dick so well. Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” his words echoed in your head as he bit his lip firmly to keep himself from thrusting up into you before you were ready. His arms wrapped around your waist before pulling you into a tight embrace, letting your face bury itself in his neck as he whispered how uh he loved you into your ear.

“You feel so good around me, baby. So tight and warm, shit-,” his words cut off as you felt his hips jerk, testing a small thrust and gauging your reaction to see if you could handle it yet. A gasp escaped your lips, followed directly by a harsh moan as the pleasure from the sudden thrust upwards crashed over you. “I’m gonna start moving now, alright baby?”

“Mhmm, yes. Fuck me Dream. I need you,” your voice was somewhat muffled into his neck but he understood you just fine. His thrusts started off slowly and much more sensual, thrusting up into your tight wetness at a gentle and steady pace while holding your body close to his own. “You always make me feel so fucking good y/n. Always squeezing my dick so tight in your pretty little cunt. God, you’re so perfect,” the sound of wet skin against itself started off as being barely audible quickly became louder in volume as he bounced you on his cock.

“Good girl angel, such a good girl for me. So beautiful,” his words faded into grunts and breathy moans as his hips sped up their pistoning motions. He didn’t want to admit it but he was already starting to get close to his own climax, but so were you. “I’m- oh god. I’m gonna- getting close,” your voice was wavering and your grasp on him got tighter as the coil in your lower stomach began to tighten at an alarmingly fast pace. “Yeah? Are you gonna c- ahh... cum for me like a good girl?” A nod was all you could manage as your eyes stayed screwed shut. Within a matter of seconds the coil snapped and the rapidly approaching orgasm ripped through your body violently, causing your body to arch and tremble in his tight grasp. A white hot sensation of ecstasy shook you to your core without you being able to prepare yourself. “Oh fuck baby, can- shit. Can I cum inside?” His hips didn’t stop thrusting upwards even for a second as he awaited your response. Tears had formed in your eyes and you felt dizzy as you came back down from your high.

“Please yes!! Cum inside me, baby!! I want to feel it inside!!” You yelled out as the sensations all began to be too much, your body feeling exhausted and completely drained. With a harsh grunt and a few shaky moans your boyfriend had finished inside of you, his cock keeping the hot white liquid plugged inside of you. You felt weak as you caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes, your legs aching like hell but you didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment.

“Fuck,” he panted. “I love you so fucking much,” he panted as he found a comfortable place for his face to rest between your breasts. The two of you rested in each other’s embrace for about 5 minutes to catch your breath. “I know right now isn’t the best time but there’s pizza downstairs,” you mumbled as he held you close. A husky chuckle escaped his lips as he looked up at you. “You keep proving my point about how perfect you are.”

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

���NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

@doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @eyebagsbutglam @sugarspiceanddynamight

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under The Floorboards pt. IIII

(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V

Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down. 

    “Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?” 

The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place. 

    “Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

    “(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.

    “How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side. 

    “I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”

    “Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him. 

    “That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you. 

Jackass. 

    “Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you. 

    “Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”

    “Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention. 

    “I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.” 

Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”

    “Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him. 

    “Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.”  The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously, 

    “Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear. 

Technoblade was going to lose his shit.

---

All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you. 

    “That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull, 

    “What Tommy?” 

    “Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable. 

     “T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head: 

‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’ 

Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword. 

Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.

A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid. 

    “Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him. 

‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.

    “What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken. 

    “The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied. 

    “That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?” 

    “What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down. 

    “I’m single.” 

    “Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist. 

    “Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly. 

    “Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you, 

    “See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully. 

    “She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft” 

    “Not brothers and I don’t like him.” 

    “Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly. 

Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug. 

    “(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms. 

    “Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.” 

    “Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?” 

    “I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.” 

    “WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!” 

    “Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay. 

All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.

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I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨