#watching the sound of magic! mh i like it i thin

[mixxiw]

i was like omg the world is nice <3 humans are nice<3 and then the dude was a creep 🙄

[sisi-halloway]

Hi! I just recently read your “Liar” fic about Asra! Very well done btw! I loved it! But something that is bugging me is: what the hell was going on with Asra? LOL. It seems like he loves MC anyway, so what do you think was going on?

You know..... I think.... That was a huge plot hole on my end. I appreciate you looking into this for me and asking the hard questions! And honestly, you helped me get out of my writer's block? So thank you anon <3 I honestly just didn't think of that. So let's fix that shall we?

Part 2 of my fic Liar! Written as a Prologue.

Warnings: Heavy smut and Angst

A/N: I try to make all smut gender-neutral unless otherwise noted, but I'm not so experienced so if anyone has tips or something I can do better let me know, please! I want my writing to be inclusive for everyone to enjoy!

Something I Never Wanted to Be (Asra x Reader Smut and Angst)

*three weeks earlier*

"Mh, are you coming to bed Asra?"

You call to him as you undress, letting your clothes for the day slip from your shoulders and crepe onto the floor. You didn't notice, but Asra was watching you fondly in the reflection of one of the many mirrors in the upstairs of the shop. His eyes coasted down your body, appreciating your bare form more than he's ever cherished anything in his whole life. He bit his lip as he watched you walk to the basin of water and use magic to fill it. You waved your delicate hand over the ceramic and the twinkling sound of fresh dewdrops filled the air.

"Yes, I'll be right there!" He said back, perpetrating like he was doing something important... well he was. Admiring you like this was one of his favorite pastimes.

He appreciated the bends of your body as you leaned down and splashed some cool water behind your ears and onto your neck. You sighed as that cool water slid over your skin and dripped down your chest and waist. It felt so good, almost like bliss.

It was only the heat of the Vesuvian summers that made you question if living here was the best long-term idea. Everything else you were satisfied with. Your shop was perfect, your friends and family were nearby, and you had the love of your life right here. Nothing could be better... so maybe a little heat was not so bad.

When you were done, you slipped on a thin linen dressing to sleep in. Sleeping naked would be nice, but in this heat, you wouldn't have it. Asra was disappointed when you covered yourself, seeing as he could never get enough of you, it couldn't be helped. He walks into the bedroom and smiles at you softly.

When you see Asra, your heart just lights up. Your smile emits the warmth of a thousand suns and your eyes twinkle with the light of a thousand stars. Your stomach erupts in a hurricane of butterflies, fluttering every which way, threatening to carry you with it. The feeling was unmatched. Nobody could ever make you feel so complete.

Faust slithered into bed with you as Asra took the opportunity to wash up before bed. He removed his shirt and his pants and ran cool water over himself a few times. He lightly smeared the beads of water onto his golden skin with those nimble fingers of his. You leaned back against the pillows, Faust spiraling up your ankle, places little snakey kisses on your calf. You appreciate the work of art that was your love and lover. A little spark of desire lit up your core and radiated heat through the rest of your body. This heat, you didn't quite mind.

"Asra..." You mumble his name with supple lips while you delicately drape Faust in your arms like pretzel dough. She was relaxed and happy in your arms, but sadly she'd have to find another place very soon. You gave her a few kisses as you watched your lover turn to you at the mention of his name.

"Don't bother with the bedclothes?"

Asra's eyes widened at your needy purr, his stomach doing a flip. He shook his head slightly, a small bashful smile crossing his lips. He should be used to it by now, but sometimes you caught him off guard. It was perfect how in sync you two were. He wanted you, you wanted him. And there hasn't been a single hiccup in that chemistry since the day he brought you back to him.

You were meant to be together.

You tell Faust to run along, petting her head gently.

"Give us some privacy, please?" You ask politely.

She nods and gives you two a look that should be illegal coming from such a sweet pet. She seemed to know enough to understand that what was about to happen was none of her business. She slid out of the room, underneath the door. Hopefully, she didn't stay too close... these walls weren't soundproof.

Asra chuckles as he approaches the bed, grabbing your hand and kissing up your arm as he draws closer. He moves the sleeves of your night clothes with his nose as warm breath swirls onto your skin. You sigh with anticipation as he puts a knee onto the edge of the soft mattress. "So... we were thinking the same thing?"

You bite your lip in a sultry fashion as you let him begin his spell of body worship to you.

"Of course? Aren't we always, my love?"

Asra's hands slide up past your elbows, cupping your shoulders as his lips place light kisses upon the sensitive skin of your neck. The smooching sounds echoed against the walls of your small bedroom, making the heat in your core intensify. Asra's hands wasted no time in gathering the fabric at your waist, pulling it up, over your head until it was gone. Here you were, nude and bare for him to behold. Asra felt himself twitch with the mere thoughts of what was to follow.

"Mh... this is always my favorite part...." He nearly lets a moan slip from his parted mouth as he takes in every line of your body. every ridge, every fold that there might be, every shade and soft color, every perfect feature. Asra ran a hand along your stomach, the fine hairs there clinging to his damp hands. You hum with pleasure as he slides his hand to your thigh, pulling your warm legs apart so he can fit a knee between them as he leans over you.

Your hands find his chest as you sit up tall to meet his lips. You smile against them as you rub circles on Asra's nipples with your thumbs.

"Your favorite part might have to be cut short," you murmur seductively. "You won't make me wait, will you?"

Asra leans into the crook of your neck, breathing softly on your skin as he kisses up behind your ear. The vibrations of his dreamy voice were the final straw that broke any restraint you might've been holding onto. You could feel your scalp tighten as he whispered right against your inner conch:

"Depends on how much you beg?"

It wasn't long this that you had Asra flat on his back in bed, his white mop of hair resting back against the pillows. You crawled up and straddled his thigh, letting your fingers skim along the surface of his toned abdomen. You grin, settling down comfortably. There was a mischievous hint in your smile, one that Asra didn't mind one bit.

"I don't think I will be the one begging tonight?"

With one wave of your fingers, Asra's hands were bound by unseen magic, tying his wrists to the wooden headboard of your bed. He rattled the bindings a bit, a faint celestial chime the only indication of the spell. The magician was surprised at what you had come up with to spice things up. Normally the roles would be reversed, but you wanted to treat him tonight. You did know him best, which meant you knew exactly how to please him.

"Ah... The binding spell, if my memory serves me well..."

He had taught you this trick a long time ago, before the plague. You didn't exactly remember what for, but you remembered what it was like for Asra's magic to hold you fast and secure in fetters you didn't want to escape. You remember the sensation and a feeling that strong was easy to replicate and impossible to forget.

You lean closer to his mouth, your hand traveling down his body to grab the hardening length between his thighs. Asra's amethyst eyes smiled as you took charge, his lips pulling be joined with yours. You denied him the satisfaction, only long enough to say one thing.

"It does... but not as well as I do."

You lean forward to place a gentle kiss on Asra's lips before beginning to massage his length. You rub him in a rhythmic manner that coaxed little sighs from his mouth. You pause only for a second to let a spherule of saliva fall from your mouth into your palm. Your sultry eyes never left Asra's as the string of glistening clear liquid dripped slowly from your mouth rendering him speechless. He thought you were the most beautiful picture of sensuality at that moment, and he felt as if his body wanted you more desperately than he'd ever had before.

The warm sensation of your gentle hand smearing slickness all over Asra's girth was mesmerizing to him. A low groan sounded in his throat as you tightened your grip and began pumping his length with more fervor. Squelching sounds filled the air as you continued to pump your hand around him. You watched as his tip peeked out from your hand with each motion, clear liquid slipping out from his opening. You adored how pink he was becoming, both in his cheeks and on his sex. You smiled at him innocently, watching his eyes flutter open and closed with indulgence.

"Do you like that... does it feel good?" You ask.

You take to moving your hips lazily on his thigh, rubbing yourself onto his smooth skin. You had begun to leak your own desire and it was killing Asra to feel it on his skin, not being able to touch or taste you, his hands being bound and all.

"Y-yes... Yes, it feels so... ah... yes (y/n)."

You took in the sight of him, all hot and bothered because of your touch. Asra's toes curled into the bedsheets, and he thrust his hips up into your hand to further the friction between you. You didn't stop until you figured he was stiff enough to hold inside you.

"You want to be inside me, hm?" You ask this as you place your knees on either side of his hips, positioning him right above your entrance.

Asra's chest was heaving as he stared at you above him. He nods so quickly, not able to form words.

You didn't keep him waiting long. You lowered your hips slowly, using his tip to paint moisture on your entrance, smearing his arousal on your tightness. A soft moan left your lips as you used him to stretch yourself. You paused, spitting more into your hand and smearing the lubrication over your opening. The noise was so wet, you joined Asra in breathing heavily as you sink down on him, feeling him push you open. You went slowly, but steadily, and you didn't stop until he was buried inside.

"(Y/n).... ah..." Asra struggled to speak, so you shushed him lightly by putting your finger to his lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the feeling of him taking up space inside you. You could feel every contour and every ridge of his girth, as it slid against your walls. You clenched around him to hold him there, warranting a groan from your partner.

"You're so tight... so tight (y/n)..."

You were trying to take your time, but Asra was making this hard for you. You wanted nothing more than to satisfy him quickly and satisfy yourself. Your body demanded it.

"Yeah? I am? Do you like it? Do you like how tight I am?"

Your words were drowned out by his sounds of pleasure as you began to move gently. Up and down you went, in rhythmic motion, squeezing him tight between you. It sounded so pleasant but also so lewd as you slid him out of your tightness, only his tip remaining inside you, just to squeeze him back inside you again. You couldn't control your moans, which grew from soft sighs to needy mewls. You put your hands on his chest for leverage as you quickened your pace. You could already feel your orgasm building slowly.

"Yes, (y/n)... yes I love it so much... you know how much I love it."

Asra managed to open his eyes to watch his length disappear again and again inside you. You bounced quickly, and he could see the little stripes of glistening wetness coating his skin every time. The sight was nearly too much for him. He put his head back and just enjoyed the sound, enjoyed the feeling of your tight hole, urging him to fill it up.

By this time, you were struggling to keep your submissive nature suppressed. You were mumbled his name softly, holding on to the sides of his torso, your thumbs caressing his ribs. You were bouncing so fast it was hard to control your power. You came down harder and harder, bottoming him out inside you. Your rear made such lewd applause as it slapped against his lap again and again. Your hair was beginning to stick to your forehead, which shone with effort. Asra opened his eyes to look at you. He could tell you were nearing your orgasm. He could feel it in his gut. He could feel it in the way you whimpered. He could feel it in the way you desperately screwed your eyes shut as you called his name.

"Asra... oh Asra... mh... yeah, yeah... yeah. Oh yeah... mh.. baby..."

You encouraged you gently, struggling to hold his own against you. We wanted to feel you tighten on him first, to feel you spill out onto him before he filled you up with his come.

"Come on, (y/n)... come on... you're almost there, yeah? Come all over me? Come for me? Yeah? Yeah?"

You had just enough sense left in your mind to release Asra's bindings so he could wrap his arms around you. At the height of your bounce, he managed to slip out of you. His length was soaked by now, making a wet noise as it slapped onto his thigh. You hugged him close and he wasted no time, wrapping his fingers around his sticky cock and pushing it back inside you.

"Ooh...ahhh... gods... Asraaaa..." You let this out in long, needy whines, feeling his familiarity again. He was deeper this time as he helped you slide down on his pulsing cock, making sure to angle you so that he was stretching you more. His fingers gripped into the flesh of your ass, holding you tightly. He rocked his hips so he could reach deeper, further back into your tightness to the spot that made your moans go hollow.

Asra touched his forehead to yours, your noses only centimeters apart. You were sharing each other's hot breath, and as the two of you panted it created a humid cloud that swathed your faces. His eyes were open, staring thoughtfully into yours as you felt these final moments of tension come to a close. All it took was a few words from him to send you over the edge. He spoke to you in a light voice, like you would speak to a baby. The most gentle tone coated the ends of his sentences like sweet honey to your ears.

"We'll come together? Yeah? You want me to come with you?"

You nod desperately. You felt your orgasm in the form of heat in your lower core. Asra wraps his arms around her middle and squeezes you as tight as he can. You began to spill uncontrollably all over Asra calling out to him in a jumble of words you were too overwhelmed to make intelligible. In the same moment, Asra released inside you, adding warmth between your shaking legs. He placed soft kisses to your shoulder as he slowly fucked you through your climax.

He was as fluid as water as he moved his hips to gently thrust inside you and you were as light as a feather on top. The whole world seemed to fall away and Asra overtook your senses. Your body felt like it was on the ocean, blissful and quiet as the sun went down on your orgasm. You were riding the wave-like movements of his hips like the gentle sea foam spilling between your legs. You and Asra hugged each other for a long time after that, placing soft kisses on each other's damp and glowing skin.

"I love you, (y/n)..." Asra whispered into your neck.

You could barely hear him over your raging heartbeat, but you managed to breathlessly murmur back to him, moving the hair out of his eyes.

"I love you too, Asra... Forever."

***

Asra awoke in a dreamland. One he would later recognize as being the magical realm. This wasn't particularly a shock. This happened sometimes after the two of you would make love. Your magics would be heightened and your energies would be joined. If one of you were to make a journey to the magical realm, the tether between you would tug until the other was close behind.

He seemed to be in Nopal, right outside of the cottage where you two had seen so many comforting nights together. Yet...

Something about this didn't feel so comforting this time.

"(Y/n)!"

He called out for you, hoping you would be nearby. He had to find you. He would feel a lot better if you were by his side.

Asra shaded his eyes a peered out to the clearing not too far away. He heard laughing from under the large acacia tree there, and a silhouette that allowed relief well up in his middle. It was you. So you had followed him.

Asra chuckled at his worry that seemed all too childish now. You were fine. You were laughing and playing underneath that tree, something surrounding you. They flitted about this way and that, but he couldn't decipher them quite yet. Butterflies?

Asra squinted closer. They were looking more like ladybugs, now. They swirled in a cloud around you, tickling your hands and face and neck. But something about this... it didn't feel right.

A sinking realization made Asra's mouth run dry. Those ladybugs... they were blood red. They were bigger than ladybugs should be. And the noise... the noise was something he had buried in the back of his mind, hoping to forget. How could he be so naive? Nausea overtook Asra's senses as he realized that those insects... they were...

Plague Beetles.

Asra began sprinting toward you, calling your name to alert you of the danger. As he neared closer though, he horrifically realized that you already knew. You weren't laughing.

You were screaming.

The tall grasses parted in a path for Asra, but the clay dirt of Nopal quickly turned to bubbling tar. His feet adhered to the ground and it became harder to run to you, impossible. All he could do was watch as those beetles dove under your skin, wriggling their way up your arms as lumps of burning pyre. Helplessness had never been so unwelcome as Asra desperately attempted to claw his bare feet out of the sticky, black, metallic-smelling liquid. He actually didn't feel his own flesh burning from the steaming gunk. It was impossible to feel anything for himself as the love of his life was being torn apart from the inside within earshot. The nightmare had become reality when he heard your voice. Strained, dire, almost violent... it made his heart disappear.

"Asra! Asra help me! Please!

"Why aren't you coming to help me?"

Asra frantically dug at his ankles, trying to free himself only to save you. A sense of vertigo overcame him as the world began to spin. You were getting further and further away. It was like a shockwave of terror. The image of your tortured and twisted body was pushed back, over and over. A loud drum-like bass erupted like thunder through the air as you were getting smaller and smaller on the horizon. The only thing Asra could compare it to was the collective heartbeat of the damned, and the velocity of the movement caused his hair to stir in the wind. He was only allowed to blink a few times before you were out of sight, the drumming becoming deafening. There was nothing but ringing in his ears now, but your screams were forever etched into bloodcurdling memory.

An overwhelming presence makes itself known behind Asra, and he turns with a certain trepidation that he was beginning to become too familiar with. His breath was taken from his lips as he felt eeriness fill up his lungs at the sight of the cottage. It was not more than a few meters away. He had run for what seemed liked miles...

This fever dream had become some sort of heinous nightmare. A nightmare that seemed very, very real.

A compelling voice called to him. One he had thought was vanquished at your very hands.

"Don't you want to save them?"

The tar around Asra's evaporated like hell's rivers when he made the intent to move toward the presence. He was weak as he approached the cottage, which now had a sinister red fog coming out of its windows. The door slowly opened on its own as Asra hesitantly came forth, and the red fog leaked out like a miasma of misery. This could only be the work of one being.

The Devil.

"You were foolish to believe I could be defeated, magician..."

The voice was strangely brazen, and it sounded like screeching metal.

Asra balled up his fists as the cottage interior disintegrated into the ashen sand of the Devil's badlands. Scraggly black trees dotted the horizon between rifts in the plains: crevasses that were so deep, you'd die before you hit the bottom. Asra nearly crumbled beneath the suffocating pressure of the Devil's presence. even a skilled magician such as him was not strong enough to face that type of unlimited power alone.

And alone he was. He had not the faintest trace of where you could have gone. He was completely and utterly forsaken, save for the evil breathing down his neck.

"What have you done with (y/n)?" He called out to the sky, the Devil not showing his form quite yet. A chill raked down Asra's spine before the response, but somehow it burned like a brand.

"The question is what will you do?"

Asra had figured that the Devil was now exacting its revenge upon him. For cheating him, for deceiving him, for defeating him. There were so many questions in his mind as to how this could've happened, but none of it truly mattered now. He knew there was only one way out of this.

Asra's stomach threatened to turn inside out as he thought of the consequences. It could be very likely that he may never see you again, but the only thing he cared about was your safety. If it was between you and him, he would choose you every time. There was no questioning that.

"What is it that you want?" Asra growled his demand, but he suddenly felt very small as the Devil's shrewd laugh echoed about the arid realm. It wasn't possible, but Asra's mouth still ran drier.

"I want to destroy the petty 'love' that you used to defeat me..." There was a long pause that took Asra's stomach far far away from the rest of his body.

"I want to see you suffer."

Asra closed his eyes and uttered a numb prayer to whatever Arcana would dare take mercy on him. He wasn't surprised when nobody answered. He ignored the tears rolling down his face as he thought of you. He begged for your forgiveness for what he was about to do, which he would only come to find out would be the worst thing he could ever imagine doing to you.

"What must I do?" His voice was barely enough to disturb the air in front of his lips. The very same lips you had kissed so soon before this. How did things go so detrimentally awry?

"You must give them up and become what they hate the most."

Asra knew what this was. This was something he had been before, but it was to protect you. Everything he had ever done was to protect you. But even if he told you that now, you wouldn't believe him. Because in order to save you, Asra had to become what he had never wanted to be:

A liar.

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

could I have an nsfw scenario of nami using a strap-on dildo on her girlfriend? maybe if it's her gf's first time getting dicked down too, your choice though. thanks sm!!

Ohh girl… these little dirt scenariosare taking over xD Ironically I’ve been watching a lot Orange is thenew Black lately… and Nami… has orange hair… coincidence? Namiconfirmed prison lesbian? I will release my theory on the wholesubject in a timely manner lol

WARNING FOR PURE LESBIAN FILTH UNDER THE CUT!!!! (AND SORRY FOR THE WEIRD ENDING MY MUSE LEFT ME THERE LOL)

First steamy session with Nami’s naughty toy- dirtyscenario

„Nami, I… are you… sure…?“

Round (E/C) eyes search around the wallwith sudden suprise. Your mind, which was previously hazy from theplayful caresses of your girlfriend, now crystal clear once more asher suggestion sunk in. You shifted around on the bed a bit, butsince your body was pressed against the mattress by Nami’s own one, itwas far more difficult to move than you had anticipated.

Soft, rosy lips nibble on your exposedshoulder, and you could feel a playful smirk dancing on her mouth as theredhaired girl continued to squeeze your breast with one and rubagainst the thin fabric of your panties with the other hand.

„Hey, it was just an idea,(Y/N)-chan. Of course you don’t have to…“

She purred happily, and you coulddetect a small, underlining tone of playful mockery in her voice. Youcouldn’t help but huff in response as Nami’s fingers pushed insideyour panties and gently stroke over your clit in circular movements.A loud moan escaped your throat as the feeling of pleasure andecstacy ran through your body, and you turned your head as far aspossible to look her in the eyes. You were unsure, a bit worried andgenerally suprised by her sudden offer. Never before did Nami mention using toys or even a strap on, usually her hands and mouth were more than enough to haveyou wriggle under her in pleasure, so how much different could thisbe…?

One of her fingers slowly went in topenetrate you, which resulted in you gasping and her purring. „Thatwet already? I wonder, what sorts of dirty thoughts are runningthrough your head right now?“ she teased with a large smirk as hermouth found your neck and without any hesitation she latched on tosuck on your sensitive skin, while leaving a trail of pink lipstick marksin the process.

„N-nothing…“ you simply moaned inresponse, although both of you knew that this was a lie. Yourthoughts were still circling around her idea, and now yourimagination was taking over and creating pictures of her torturingyou with all the toys she had previously shown you, which caused youto mewl in pleasure even more.

„Well, if you say so, (Y/N)-chan…“Nami simply giggled in response as she felt your walls tighteningaround her finger, practically begging for her to add another one,and more and more wetness escaped from between your legs and startedto soak not only your underwear but the sheets as well.

What began with you reading a bookwhile resting your head in her lap quickly turned into a steamymake-out session as her fingers once again grazed over your skin ohso playfully, and within the blink of an eye you found yourself underher and completely at Nami’s mercy as she worked her magic on you. Yet the sight of your squirming body and feeling of her breasts pressed against your back not only caused you to get excited, but her aswell.

The redhaired girl could feel how herown nipples were perking up against her bra, longing for your touch,and she withdrew the hand that was previously massaging your breaststo reach into her own pants.

Both of your bodies were radiating withheat and craving fulfillment, but this time Nami thought aboutfinally introducing something new to the bedroom. Her own womanhoodwas aching and she quickly licked over her lips with her tongue,waiting for your approval. The finger that was thrusting inside ofyou started to curl up and rub against that certain sensitive spot,which usually send a new wave of ecstacy through your body- but no,this time she made sure to hold back, longing to hear you ask and begfor something new, something far more exciting than just herfingers…

„Mh… Nami, please… I needmore…“

you gasped loudly as a deep blushspread on your cheeks, your hips were now thrusting against herfinger in a desperate way to create more friction, but yourgirlfriend simply giggled in response and continued to go ahead withher taming way of fingering you.

The hand that had started to play withher own womanhood was now reaching to the side, inside a small box,and a moment later the sound of something vibrating reached your earsand send a new rush of desire down your body.

You hungrily gazed at the largedickshaped vibrator, your legs started to shake as Nami waved itaround infront of you before slowly reaching back, to where herfinger was still thrusting into your pussy. But much to your suprise-and disappointment- you didn’t feel any vibrating sensation againstyour sensitive womanhood, but instead the soft moans and purrs ofyour girlfriend reached your ears and upon turning around, a smalltrail of drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth almost immediately.

Nami was biting her bottom lip, youcould see her perky nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of herbra, her panties were pushed aside and the vibrator was pressedagainst her gushing womanhood. A large gulp escaped from your throatat the erotic display, and unable to come up with anything to say,you simply looked on as your girlfriend rubbed the shaking toyagainst her sensitive womanhood. Moan after moan rolled off hertongue as Nami pulled her finger out from your pussy, which causedyou to whimper in disappointment, and instead quickly tugged at her bra tofree her aching breasts. Your hand instinctively wandered over to rubagainst her nipple, which earned you a purr of approval from Nami,and your hungry gaze continued to focus on what was happening betweenher legs.

„Nami… I want that…“

you whispered, all shame andembarrassment left your body and was replaced with newfound desireand curiosity, which immediately caused a large smirk to spread onher lips.

„Then get on your fours.“

With shaking legs you did as she said,your whole body now anticipating the new form of pleasure she wouldbring to you for the first time as you could hear Nami roam aroundand pull out something large from her box, and almost a moment latersomething vibrating was pressed against your dripping pussy, whichimmediately caused you to press your face against the pillow whilepushing your hips up into the air, making you look like a hornyanimal waiting for penetration. The other woman leaned down oncemore, you could feel her large breasts press against your back as thevibrator easily slipped into your aching womanhood, and a large sighof relief left your lips as the toy fully entered your gushingentrance.

“Like that?”

Nami giggled while holding onto your hips, the ‘double sworded’ vibrator she had strapped on continued to buzz in both your womanhood as well as hers, and with a small gasp she started to slowly move her hips, causing intense pleasure to rush through both of your bodies.

“OH MY GOD-” you couldn’t help but yelp at the new, intrusive yet arousing feeling of the vibrating toy buzzing inside of you, and within mere seconds you turned into the same moaning mess as if Nami had been going at you for hours.

“I’m thinking… we might introduce this as a permanent guest to our bedroom sessions…” your girlfriend moaned, her own pinpoint was also approaching fast as the vibrater easily slipped in and out of your dripping entrance, causing a burst of juices to squirt all over the sheets as you finally reached that sweet point of release, adrenaline was rushing through your whole body and you felt as if your pussy was on fire while Nami continued to thrust against you furiously. A wave of whimpers, moans, and even screams escaped from your mouth as your eyes rolled back and you stuck out your tongue at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure, while Nami also collapsed ontop of you.

“I… yeeees….” you simply hissed in approval  of her suggestion as the orgasm slowly wore off, a satisfied yet still hungry smirk grazing your lips. Boy oh boy, just what were you missing out on until now…?

[caladhel-iarian]

Introduction: Dhel, Vocalist for Dysphoria

full name.  Caladhel Ia’rian.

pronunciation.  CULL-uh-DELL. YAH-ree-ON.

nicknames.

Dhel 

This is both his stage name and a family nickname.

Dek

This is a family nickname only. His grandmothers, his parents, and his siblings typically call him this.

Professor [Ia’rian].

His more ambitious students and his colleagues address him by this title.

Master [Caladhel].

It may seem trite, but Dhel has his reasons for enjoying this title beyond, “I’m a big, bad Dom, now get on your knees.” 

Hardass 

His students call him this behind his back. Unfortunately for them, while his vision may not be great, he has excellent hearing.

The Ice Prince

Would-be wives and ex-girlfriends call him this, usually with wistful sighs and a glint in their eyes that says they want to be the one to melt that ice.

Smokestack

Thanks, Ji.

Dull. 

An obscure pronunciation of Dhel, you probably shouldn’t call him this if you like yourself the shape you currently are.

Daddy. 

A lot of people seem to want to call him this, but if you enjoy his company and want to continue to enjoy it, I can’t recommend this. Dhel hates this and likely any woman who tries to address him this way. Use this term in bed and he’ll probably toss you straight out the window without bothering to open it first. Did I mention he lives in the penthouse on the top floor?

Various other silly endearments his brothers come up with on the fly.

Usually some form of alliteration.

height.  8′. He’s a big boy.

age.  305. Roughly equivalent to a human in his mid-to-late 30′s.

zodiac. Scorpio, with many of the negative traits said to come with the sign.

languages. If it’s a language, he probably has some passing familiarity with it, at least enough to ask for directions. He has native-speaker-fluency in Thalassian, Darnassian (ancient and modern), Shalassian, and Common. 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. Thick, silky, and blacker than a crow’s wing with azure highlights in the sun. Mostly straight, though the jagged ends often sweep out in all directions. He has two long strands that drape over his shoulders and touch his abs, shaggy bangs, and the rest is a choppy mess.

eye colour.  Beneath the lime green glow, his irises are a rich chocolate brown with gold flecks. They resemble a deeper, darker tiger’s eye held up to light.

skin tone.  Olive with gold undertones.

body type.  Enormous, broad-shouldered, and covered in lean, ropy muscle, Dhel has the athletic build of a man who could outswim a shark on cocaine. 

accent.  Shalassian. He sounds like a cross between someone who speaks a Slavic tongue and an eastern Asian tongue.

dominant hand.  Ambidextrous, but he’s a southpaw naturally.

posture. Tall. Stately. Proud. Self-assured. Dhel walks like a man who knows exactly where he belongs in this world: in charge of it.

scars.

Thick, knotty scars cover his ankles, his heels, and his soles. They appear to be the results of clumsy hands wielding serrated knives.

The rest of his body bears the typical scars earned through childhood adventure:

A long, thin scar runs up the back of his left calf as a result of a tree-climbing accident.

His knuckles bear the marks from a stupid game of “does it hurt?” he played with his brothers and other students. The game involves rubbing a pencil eraser over the knuckles until the victim either cries uncle or bleeds.

A thin scar spans the length of his left palm. Made by Bren’s treasured pocket knife, it’s the reminder of a blood pact he made with his brothers as children.

tattoos.

Left arm:

Family crest on the inside of his forearm. It’s a massive wisteria tree on a hill with the sun rising behind it.

Infinity symbol curling around his wrist. It looks like a musical staff with several notes.

A trio of fox kits chase a red butterfly down the outside of his forearm.

Musical staff around his bicep. The staff contains notation and a few lyrics written in ancient Darnassian.

Lyrics:

Canary, I want to break your wings but if I do, will you ever sing again? Canary, here is all I can give you. You can have everything as long as you promise to stay in my gilded cage...

Oh, sweet Alice, who do you love? How many suitors do I have to get rid of?

Right arm:

Azure cloud serpent Ouroboros on the outside of his forearm.

Slumping marionette with severed strings on the outside of his bicep.

Fleur de lis on the inside of his wrist.

A Punch ‘n Judy stage with the titular characters on the inside of his bicep.

Words from his favourite poem on the inside of his forearm.

The poem reads:

If I freed you now, to whom next would you fly? I’d rather watch you wither under these hands than see you tamed by a snake who can only slither in the dirt, belly-down and ambitions no higher than his eye level. I’d decapitate every liar who approached you with sweet words. I’m not better than a devil who slept so long without you that my bed forgot your shape and my trembling fingers nurture the weeds that grew in the home I made for you where your sunshine still lingers.

Full body:

From his jawline to his toes, he is covered in runic tattoos that are only visible when he uses magic. They glow a vivid violet during his spellcasting and should you catch a glimpse of them, the runes come from a language thought long dead. 

most noticeable features.

An expression that says he wakes every morning to find someone has pissed in his shoes.

A lower lip piercing that he usually only wears onstage and for photo shoots.

His height. The man is enormous.

Glasses. If he’s not wearing contacts, he’s wearing his glasses. Otherwise, he can’t see his hand in front of his face.

A glacial glare, harder than diamonds and sharper than the edge of an obsidian blade.

Tattoos. Many, many tattoos.

His cheeks dimple when he smiles and his smile is crooked; the left side of his mouth pulls up higher.

Dhel is a chainsmoker. You’ll rarely see him without a cigarette and a cloud of purple smoke hanging around him.

The air around him is a good 3-5 degrees colder than the rest of his surroundings and if you touch his skin, you’ll find it cool as a cucumber. When he’s angry, the temperature drops even further and he’s been known to sprout ice crystals.

CHILDHOOD

place of birth.  Sunset Palace on Skyfire Isle. The palace sits at the end of Morning Glory Lane in the eastern part of the capital city, Berl’din Mor. Skyfire Isle is a massive island about fifty leagues to the northeast of Quel’danas.

hometown.  Berl’din Mor, Skyfire Isle.

birth weight / height. 8 lbs. 23 inches.

manner of birth. He was the second of the triplets born to first-time parents, Taenaran and Sumire Ia’rian. His brother, Calaglin, preceded him by two minutes and his other brother, Calabren, followed Caladhel two minutes later. Sumire gave birth to her first three children in the royal family’s wing of the palace with her mother (Mienari Ker’anith) and her mother-in-law (Tekkele Ia’rian) attending her alongside the midwives.

first words.  “Mm-mh.” (He couldn’t quite say “no” yet, so this was a suitable substitute for him.) “Ann’da.”

Dhel with his tired baby brothers, Yenchul (red shirt) and Tevryn (blue shirt).

siblings.

Calaglin Ia’rian 

Elder twin brother by two minutes.

Lin.

305 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in his mid-to-late 30′s.

Calabren Ia’rian

Younger twin brother by two minutes.

Bren.

305 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in his mid-to-late 30′s.

Ylinderwyn Ia’rian

Eldest sister.

Wynnie.

218 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in her mid 20′s.

Kethian Ia’rian

Sister.

Kethy.

149 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in her early 20′s.

Istaunna Ia’rian

Sister.

Ista.

84 years.

Roughly equivalent to a 14 year old human.

Kouwin Ia’rian 

Brother and older twin of Kouyuu by five minutes.

Kou.

68 years.

Roughly equivalent to a 9/10 year old human.

Kouyuu Ia’rian 

Brother and younger twin of Kouwin by five minutes.

Yuu.

68 years.

Roughly equivalent to a 9/10 year old human.

Yenchul Ia’rian

Brother and adopted twin of Tevryn.

Yen.

25 years.

Roughly equivalent to a 6 year old human.

Tevryn Ia’rian

Adopted brother and twin of Yenchul.

Tev.

25 years.

Roughly equivalent to a 6 year old human.

Phirayaela Ia’rian

Sister.

Phiya.

3 years.

parents.

Taenaran Ia’rian

Current monarch of Skyfire Isle.

Elder twin brother of Taenorin Ia’rian (deceased).

722 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in his 40′s.

Sumire Ia’rian nee Ker’anith

Current empress of Skyfire Isle.

621 years.

Roughly equivalent to a human in her late 30′s to mid-40′s.

parental involvement. High. His parents love their children and, despite having governesses and tutors to aid in watching their large brood, both Taenaran and Sumire made it a point to spend as much time with their kids as they could. The entire family is close-knit and protective of one another, and they always spend the holidays together. Not to mention, each of the older children has a comm device and the family keeps in regular contact.

ADULT LIFE

occupation.

Vocalist, lyricist, and pianist for Dysphoria.

Crown prince and heir apparent.

Adjunct professor at both the Sunfury Spire (Silvermoon) and the Violet Academy (Dalaran).

He teaches:

World Mythology (fall term).

Ancient Runes (fall term).

Advanced Evocation (spring term).

General education (both terms).

He only teaches general education to students 12 and younger.

On occasion, he also teaches ballroom dancing as an afterschool club elective.

close friends. Dhel is a private, moody man and if you aren’t part of his family, he’s more likely to shove you an arm’s length away than welcome you into his embrace--and he has a wingspan greater than seven feet. But he does have a few people who have managed to get reasonably close to him. They include:

Lin @calaglin-iarian

Bren @calabren-iarian

Eldya @eldya

Ji @puppet-master-jihye

Kearhyn @kearhyn

and Amorette, @amorette-frostsong

Reikandalin Ia’non (who doesn’t have a Tumblr)

Ishikilan Phyr’yl (who also doesn’t have a Tumblr).

He needs more friends. 

relationship status. Although he’ll tell you he’s married to his work, Dhel isn’t actually committed and doesn’t even seem to be dating anyone. But honestly, with his acid tongue and icy nature, that probably isn’t surprising. At this point, I’m not sure anyone could put up with him long enough to actually want to start a romantic relationship. When it comes to warming up to people, he moves slower than a glacier. A romance with Dhel takes time and effort, but in return, you’ll get a devoted elf who will move the universe for you.

financial status. Wealthy. Although a teacher’s salary won’t usually afford you a lavish life, Dhel is a prince from two long lines of royalty and noble blood... which means he has plenty of access to the family coffers. He also offers private tutoring for promising students and fronts a popular rock band during the summer and winter semesters.

driver’s license. I don’t think Azeroth really requires a driver’s license, but if it did--or if he were transplanted to modern day Earth--he would certainly make it a point to get his license. And probably be heavily invested in car mechanics.

criminal record.

Dhel has never been suspected of, charged, nor convicted for any crimes; his record is cleaner than a fresh sheet. But he is certainly guilty of several less-than-savoury activities, including (but not limited to):

Illegal drug use.

Blackmail and bribery.

Torture.

Homicide.

Human trafficking and false imprisonment.

Use (and abuse) of fel magic.

Forgery.

Grand larceny and looting.

Assault and battery.

Arson.

Stalking.

He is a careful planner who takes precautions to hide his tracks. Royalty can be dethroned.

Vices.

With more vices than the sky has stars, I’ll provide a few of his more prominent vices and a link to a complete list of his personality problems for those interested in seeing it.

Addiction (painkillers and cigarettes).

Wrathful.

Callous.

Condescending.

Ill-tempered.

Suspicious.

Workaholic.

Antagonistic.

Full list of Dhel’s vices can be found here.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  Heteroflexible, sapiosexual, and demisexual. If you want Dhel’s attention, bring a strong personality and a brain. You can have the prettiest face and most perfect body in the world, but if you don’t have anything more than cotton candy or air inside your skull, Dhel will not be interested. romantic orientation.  Once again, heteroflexible, sapiosexual, and demisexual. Want to romance him or encourage him to romance you? Banter with him. Few things draw his attention more readily than a person who can keep up with him and go verbal blow for blow. His idea of flirting is bickering to test the waters.

preferred emotional role.  Dominant. Wholly dominant. Follow his lead or he will make you follow his lead.

preferred sexual role.  Dominant. Dhel typically has zero percent interest in allowing others to orchestrate any part of his life and that definitely includes the bedroom.

libido.  High, though he’s picky and doesn’t always indulge his baser wants. 

turn on’s. Intelligence. Guts. Strong personalities. Smart mouths. Dark, dry humour. Curiosity and willingness to learn. Talented people with a passion for their craft. Brats that must be broken. Creativity. Stubborn submissiveness. Adventure. Dominating others. Complete control. BDSM. His favourite riding crop. Poetry. Class (elegance). Loyalty. Obsession. Brunettes. Curves. People who can respect his solitude. Power play. Tears.

turn off’s.  Willful ignorance. People who waste his time. Wishy-washy people. Conceit. People who display evidence of the Dunning-Kruger effect. Stupidity. Listlessness, laziness. Nosiness. People with pudding spines. Infidelity. Women who try to dirty talk during sex--they inevitably say something that kills his mood. Blondes. Skin and bones. Those who haven’t figured themselves out enough to be consistent personalities. Being touched. Loss of control.

love language.  Acts of service. Gifts. Quality time.

relationship tendencies.  While he won’t hesitate to make his move for a one-night stand, Dhel is extremely picky when it comes to relationships. When he manages to land himself in a romance, he tends to think of his partner the same way a spoiled kid thinks of his favourite toy during show and tell--he wants to keep it to himself, wants to hide it away so no one else can play with it or break it. For his brothers and his family, he is wholly generous and willing to go out of his way to please them... but with a romantic partner, he looks for someone who will martyr themselves for him the same way he feels he plays the martyr for his loved ones. He seeks out those who like pain, those who have abandonment or connection issues so he can wind them around his finger and force them to be completely reliant on him. It’s another form of having control and Dhel is one bajillion percent a control freak.

And if you don’t have those issues? 

You will.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time.

Snowboarding and ice skating. He loves winter sports. 

Polar bearing with his brothers, much to their mother’s concern.

Tinkering with engineering. He likes building clockwork golems and toys, and his little siblings’ rooms are full of his experiments; the music boxes and robotic dinosaurs sit on the shelves alongside the dolls Bren creates.

Ice sculpting. His mother has a private garden dedicated to all the sculptures he’s made over the years.

Collecting books. The man could rent out his houses as libraries and if he’s traveling, you can bet he’s probably stopping in every bookstore he comes across.

Reading everything he can get his hands on. Doesn’t matter what it is, he’ll read it. You can never have too much knowledge.

Traveling and urban exploration. Dhel enjoys the strange peace he finds in the ruins of past civilizations.

Baiting people with biting banter. It’s how he vets them and uncovers those he deems worthy of his time.

Tea ceremony. Tea is his drink of choice and, as with anything he enjoys, he takes great care to learn everything he can about it. He is certified to teach the tea ceremony and has given demonstrations as an afterschool activity for those students who are interested.

Playing piano. As a child, he and his brothers were encouraged to study everything, including the arts. The triplets were allowed to choose their instruments and Dhel chose piano. He certainly has the fingers for it.

Making paper lanterns and origami. Folding the paper in such careful lines gives him a measure of peace and control; crafting soothes him in much the same way teaching does. 

Astronomy. He’s insanely curious about the stars and the worlds that lie beyond his own. One of his goals involves visiting foreign planets, especially when he visits the Consortium and hears their tales of strange places light-years away.

Hide-and-seek. As a kid, he was the hide-and-seek champion and he still enjoys playing with his younger siblings, his nieces, nephews, and small cousins.

mental illnesses.

Clinical depression.

PTSD. Thanks, Dalaran.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder. His OCD manifests in:

Unwanted acts of aggression (the urge to harm people)

The need for exactness or being as close to correct as possible.

Excessive cleanliness. Everything must be clean.

Hoarding objects gifted to him by loved ones (with the idea that if he can hold onto these things, he can hold onto the people).

Checking, double- and quintuple-checking his private possessions to ensure no one has touched or even seen them.

Dacryphilia. 

He gets turned on by making his partners cry.

Impostor Syndrome.

Insomnia.

Paranoid Personality Disorder.

physical illnesses.  While these aren’t exactly illnesses, they do cause him great physical stress. Dhel’s runic tattoos are actually a terrible curse etched into his skin and any time he channels magic of any variety, his body suffers excruciating agony of the sort that makes a person pray for death. When the weather is bad, his ankles cause him tremendous pain and he becomes even grouchier than usual while he struggles to keep himself from limping in front of other people.

left or right brained.  A pretty even mixture of both. He’s coldly logical but capable of great creativity and emotion.

fears.

Losing any members of his family or his few friends.

Never being good enough for anyone or anything.

Intimacy.

Invasive thoughts and existential crises.

Betrayal.

Watching his brothers crumble under the weight of their own issues and being powerless to do anything to help them.

Failing his people as a leader.

Unrequited love. He watched it come far too close to destroying Lin.

self confidence level.  Dhel comes across as perfectly at home in his own skin and, for the most part, he is. It’s the stuff behind the attractive curtains he worries people will see, but he keeps those curtains glued together.

vulnerabilities.  Thanks to his curse, he isn’t able to sustain extended spellcasting. If you can exhaust him magically, then he’ll be forced to fight you physically. His ankles and feet are a weak spot. His family, though he takes great pains to ensure their safety behind the scenes because he’s a suspicious asshole.

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Put Your Head In My Hands - Whizzvin (Falsettos AU)

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art by @okaminator

Shuffling to his apartment door, Marvin felt his anger slowly fade away as he turned the key. God! How long he’s been waiting for this all day. All he wanted was to sleep all day on the couch.

Swinging the door open, he was greeted by the aroma of freshly cooked chicken. He could feel it pulling him off the ground and levitating him to thin air. Closed eyes gave him the best experience. He was floating on a cloud; The world disappearing around him. He smiled, lost in his mind as he felt a pair of arms curl around his leg.

“Daddy!”

Marvin’s eyes shot open as he looked down and saw a toothy smile and a head full of curls. “Hey, buddy!” He scooped the toddler up and started tickling him. “How was today with Dada?”

“It was fun! Ah! Stop!” The child squirmed in his hands as Marvin walked to the couch, sitting in its dead center. “Wha-what did….. you do Daddy?”

He sighed. “It’s awful, Jason.” He faked frowned. “Being an adult is awful, so don’t ever grow up!” Marvin nuzzled the boy.

“Ahhhh! St-stop Daddy! Dada! Help me!” The toddler hopped off Marvin’s lap, running into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around the legs of Whizzer, who was standing over the stove.

“Not now Jase; Dada’s cooking.” He said in a very monotone way, devoured by his craft.

Marvin left the couch and picked up Jason once more. Giving Whizzer a quick peck on the cheek, he looked at what he was cooking in the pan. “Sauteed chicken?”

Whizzer smiled: “I’d figure you’d enjoy something new.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“If you need to, I’ll take over for you.” Marvin sat Jason on the floor and wrapped his arms around the taller.

“No, Marv,” He chuckled, placing his hand on the former’s. “I got it.” They turned their head for a kiss. Marvin felt the stress from work unraveling, much faster than it had before.

“Stressful day at work?”

“Yeah.” Marvin left his lover and went to the fridge, pulling out a Pepsi. ”The boss is really handing it to me.” He chugged it from the two-liter bottle. Whizzer looked on in disbelief.

“Mav,” he sighed in disbelief, “this is why we have cups.”

“To hell with cups!” He drunk some more. “Not today, Whizz.”

Whizzer rolled his eyes. “You also said you were giving up dark sodas this year.”

“Well to hell with that too!”

Whizzer laughed. He moved the chicken from the pan to a plate. “By the way, dinner’s almost ready.”

“I’ll get Jason then.”

Marvin did as asked and found Jason in on his bed talking to his beloved stuffed chess piece, Queenie.

“Hey, buddy!” Jason looked up and a smile quickly spread across his face.

“Daddy!” He dropped Queenie and ran to Marvin, quickly wrapping his arms around his legs. “Daddy! Carry me!”

Marvin tried walking, feeling the weight of the two-year-old on his left leg. But as tired as he was, he still waddled out the room to the table.

Jason giggled when he saw Whizzer. “Dada! Look at m-me!”

Whizzer quickly looked at Marvin, laughing and smiling, while pulling a chair out: “You hungry, Jason?”

“Yes!” Jason quickly let go of his father’s leg and ran to his chair, trying to get into his chair.

Whizzer picked him up and buckled him in the booster seat. “You hungry for chicken?”

His head tilted, like a confused dog. “What that?”

Whizzer chuckled, grabbing a smaller plate of chicken bites and vegetables. Jason looked at his plate, still confused.

“It’s good for you Jason. See!” Marvin took a piece of his chicken and putting it in his mouth. Jason followed his father’s actions, clearly thinking about the taste while he chewed.

“So,” Whizzer asked, “How was it?”

Jason responded by stuffing another piece in his mouth.

Marvin laughed: “Jason, remember to use your fork.”

“But I don’t like it!” This time Jason was eating a baby carrot.

Whizzer rolled his eyes at the antics of his husband and son, enjoying their “fight” as much as they did. He thought to where he’d be if it weren’t for Marvin.

‘Probably high off my ass in an abandoned building.’ Even though his attitude said something else, he deeply loved and appreciated Marvin; It was his persistence that got him sober and ultimately saved his life.

‘What I wouldn't do to keep this.’

Later that night

Whizzer’s phone began to ring.

“Coming! Coming! Wait….. Who am I talking to?” Whizzer breathed as he answered it: “Hello!”

“Whizzer, what the hell is going on over there?”

“Oh, hi Charlotte. Yeah, Jason’s in the bath.”

“NOO!!”

“YES!” Marvin held a naked Jason over the tub, slowly putting him in the water. To the toddler, the water that was meant to clean him was like hot lava, melting his skin. The boy kicked his feet as they touched the water, splashing water all over Marvin’s shirt.

“Jason,” he sternly said. The latter looked at him with teary eyes. He felt a slight pinch on his heart.

Marvin hated seeing those he loved cry, no matter the situation: his breakup with Trina and Whizzer, his wedding day, Jason’s first…. Well…. His first everything.

Jason’s cries escalated as he was fully seated in the tub, somehow worsening when Marvin ran a sudsy towel over him. He didn’t know which was worse: his boss and job or Jason in the bath.

Fed up with the screaming, Marvin sighed: “C’mon Jase, it’s not that bad.” He grabbed a rubber chess piece. “See, look who it is! It’s Queenie!”

The boys brown, watery eyes lit up. He gasped, quickly reaching for the toy.

“Here you go.” Marvin smiled, handed Queenie to him. Jason wiped the tears and started talking to the piece, the bath flung far to the back of mind.

The rest of the bath continued without any complaints.

“Yay! Movie night!” Jason ran from his bedroom to the couch, flinging himself on the cushions. Dressed in a striped footie and holding Queenie (not from the bath), Jason settled on the couch for family movie night, bouncing up and down.

“What we watching?” Whizzer sat down, patting Jason’s head.

“We’re watching Beauty and The Beast.” Marvin pushed said DVD in.

When the blue Disney logo appeared on screen, he heard two squeals: one from his two-year-old other from his thirty-year-old husband. There was that magic of Disney movies that stayed, no matter how old you were. At least, that’s what Whizzer told him.

‘That’s just your excuse to be a kid again.’ He remembered that’s what he told Whizzer.

By the time the wolves attack Belle, Marvin noticed that Jason had fallen asleep in Whizzer’s side, who wasn’t far from being asleep either. He smiled and grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of the two.

Whizzer stirred. “Mh….. Marv…. What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of my favorite two boys.” Marvin took another quick pic before, Whizzer got up, holding Jason.

“You're my favorite.”

“Well, what about Jason?” Marvin was handed the

Whizzer looked back and gave Marvin a deadpanned look. “Of course dummy.”

As Whizzer walked to his bedroom, Marvin saw the time.

‘10:30,’ He thought.

Seeing that it was well past the younger’s bedtime, he turned the TV off and walked to Jason’s room. Marvin kissed his forehead while tucking the boy under the covers of his bed. “Goodnight Jason,” he whispered, turning the night light on and cracking the door open.

In his own room, he found Whizzer, laid out on the bed, curled in that turquoise bathrobe.

Marvin wrapped his arms around his husband, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Whizz…. Whizz? ….. Whizzer …..” God! Marvin loved the way Whizzer’s name flew off his tongue. “Whizzer, Whizzer, Whizzer Brown?” He felt him stir.

“Marv, you clearly see I’m sleepy…” He “awoke”, rubbing his eyes and turning to face Marvin.

“Yeah, I know.” Marvin pulled Whizzer into his lap, their foreheads touching. “I’ve been waiting on this all day.”

“Marvin, you’ve been home for about six hours, three of which was spent with our son. You had more than enough time to cuddle me.”

Marvin huffed. “I’ll never get tired of your real-ness.”

“Not until I tell you to pick up after yourself.” Whizzer caught Marvin in a kiss, who was rolling his eyes at me former's comment

Usually, their kisses were passionate and filled with desire. But on nights like this, their flame was a little ember, burning brightly, just not as strong.

“I still love you though,” Marvin ran his lips over Whizzer's neck, “Andrew.”

“Say that name again and I'll kick you out this apartment.”

Marvin chuckled. “Why do you hate your name? Andrew sounds like the name of a famous singer.”

Whizzer grimaced and pushed Marvin off of him. “Sure. And Marvin sounds the like name of a man who cheats on his wife with another man.”

Marvin laughed and crawled off the bed. “But that didn't happen, now did it?” He grabbed a shirt and some boxers. “I'm off tomorrow.”

“And I work at the school tomorrow.” He mumbled, already rolling back to his pillow.

“And I hope you're a good assistant tomorrow, Mr. Andrew.” Whizzer’s head sharply turned.

In a split second, a pillow flew to Marvin’s face.

“You can start packing your stuff now! Now gimme my pillow back!” Marvin threw it back, hitting the headboard beside him. “Ha! You missed!”

Marvin smirked. “I didn’t miss this.” He climbed back on the bed and on top of Whizzer, catching his lips. The fire burned brighter; Marvin moving his hands down the taller’s waist. He ran his hands through his brown, thick hair, pulling apart every stand as Marvin’s hands went for the already loose robe.

But then, Whizzer stopped Marvin. “Mhm… No, not tonight.”

Marvin visibly pouted. “When though?”

“Tomorrow,” he smiled and pecked Marvin on his forehead. “Now get in your shower.”

By the time Marvin got out the shower, Whizzer was fast asleep, his side of the room as dark a night. He kissed him on the lips, brushing his bangs out his face. “Love you.” He whispered, climbing in bed beside him, hugging him

Marvin could slowly feel sleep come towards him, and that when he knew everything would be alright.

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Probably the Best Sex of My Life

Wow. Alright, about 4 months ago I got out of an almost 4 year relationship that was.... well bad. Both of us got out of control and it was mutually abusive (DRUGS ARE BAD). Anyway, it finally ends.

Now, I am pretty timid. It takes a while to open up to new people and I don't really do large gatherings. Unless it's something nerdy like Magic the Gathering night or a LAN party, because I am a) a nerd and b) kind of... lived more than the average comic book shop denizen. Without going too deeply into the way overthought philosophy I have created: I am a hedonist and pursue pleasure, and in order to know if something is pleasurable you have to do it, so if it is safe - or consequences acceptable - then I'm game to at least try. This isnt something I broadcast too heavily, but I do find myself frequently in interesting situations while pursuing pleasure with innately poor autonomy.

It was at one such gathering for MTG Night that I met a girl we'll call Tess about 5 years ago. Something about a combination of huggy bombs, this girl totally fitting my type, and boosted confidence because of the environment I made a total fool of myself because I am terrible as a "pickup artist" of any kind. I dont really know how I've gotten with most women I've been with, it always kind of just happens (or lets be realistic, I had drugs and/or money, low standards, and an addiction to sex).

To describe Tess, she is very thin and tone with small perky breasts, brunette hair, a constantly sing song voice, and an incredibly lovable personality. Very much so a rural, Christian girl who loves her kin and prays before bed, but stills gets down because there isnt much else to do and Jesus forgives. A innocence seemingly beautiful in its purity that I can never help but wanting to show the other side. At least I thought.

Obviously she me down that night, but was really cool about it. We remained friends and humg out/smoked pot from time to time. As our comfort grew, we both became more open about more personal aspects of our life. Mostly that Tess loved sex and had a diversity of partners. I think half of it was an attempt to get my ex gf to dump me. In retrospect it would have made my life easier but thats life: theres a low for every high.

Flash forward to about 2 months ago. Tess wants to fuck a guy with a strapon. She really liked fingering a guy, now she wants to fuck one. Uncharacteristically, I saw I'm down. Fresh out of a relationship, curious, so why not. We still havent ordered the strap, but I think Tiff kind of assumed I was joking.

It comes up a few times, but still no real plan or action. And then last night happened. I get a message around 9pm:

Tess> You should come pick me up at midnight.. we'll go hang out at your trailer for like an hour.

Im0> I can prolly swing that :p

Tess> Be here at midnight!

I picked Tess up from her gas station job. We both admitted we were nervous. I told her this was probably going to be embarassing as I hadn't been laid in a while.

I should note here that for a while I have called my friend Tess a slut. Because she is and that's awesome. If there's informed consent from all parties you do you homegirl, men don't get shamed so women shouldn't either: own that fucking word. We aren't entirely PC people.

We arrived at the trailer and smoked a J to calm down, and it was a little awkward at first, but very quickly we fell into a groove. I had wanted to do this for years. This woman, in my mind gorgeous. I may have had an trusive fantasy or two. All I can say is somehow the fantasy couldn't touch reality.

She laid down on the bed and I awkwardly started teasingly asking her questions running my hand up and down her petite frame as I began teasing and nibbling her neck. She immediately let out a little moan and pushed her hips into me. I teased her, asking if she had been fantasizing about this to which she replied with a coy maybe.

I lifted up her shirt a little and kissed around her tight stomach, making sure to gently graze her panty line. Slowly I pulled down her leggings and underwear another moan escaped her lips.

I let my hands run up and down her long tan legs.i continued my nibbling and kissing on her inner thigh. Her back arched and she tried to shove her pussy toward my face. I sat up, pulling away from her already very wet pussy.

I scooped her up to me and took off her shirt and kept up my assault of nibbles and kisses. She could stop grinding against my leg.

Tess likes dirty talk, I knew this from her stories. I have some experience as a switch. I played with her nipples while commenting on how she was even sexier than I imagined. Her reply was a moan and arching of the back.

"You really like it when I say you're a slut, huh?" Her moans and increased breathimg tell me she does. "You are so fucking wet. I could get you to do anything right now, couldn't I slut?" Among the moans I hear a distinct "MHMM".

I finally make one last teasing run from her neck down. I tried to touch every bit of skin with my lips and tongue. Finally all that is left is her clit. I gently swirled my tongue around it and took it into my mouth and ever so gently suckled. Instantly she was bucking and moaning, loudly! Looking up from between her legs, her dripping pussy soaking my chin, and she came. I suckled just a few seconds longer before sitting up:

"That was so fucking hot. You really are a slut, your pussy soaked my face."

Her response was to pull me down to her, begin sucking on my neck while wrapping her legs around me and wildly humping me.

"Do you want me inside you?"

She let out an exasperated "Yes!"

"Not yet!" I said with a grin. I pushed her hands down and again began sucking on her swolen clit. Teasingly I worked a finger inside of her pussy. Even as turned on as she was, she was very tight. I rubbed those little ridges that are on the "top" and sucked on her clit.

Now I fucking love giving orgasms, and like to think I am a quick study. This girl came so rapidly and so many times I can't really describe it. There was already a wet spot forming on the bed when I finally asked, "Well, wanna see if my dick really is thick, my slave."

She could barely manage a "Yes," in between moans.

"Then beg for my dick slave Tess. Tell me exactly where you want it."

I slipped off my shorts as she breathlessly begged for me to shove my dick into her slut pussy. After watching her buck and squirm and beg to my satisfaction I slowly slid my remarkably averagr cock into the tightest pussy I have ever felt. Every time she orgasmed, which was seemingly with every stroke, shed slam our hips together and shake as her pussy clamped down on my dick. Wel alternated myself on top, sitting, and her on top.

I was in awe of how sexy she was. When I let out a growl she immediately pulled me down on her and squeezed mh dick in her velvet vise.

"Do you like my growling?"

She couldnt halt the moans, but she could nod her head yes while it was buried in my shoulder. Her mouth biting hard trying to suppress one of those super loud moans.

"You can be as loud as you want here, slut. Its kind of cute how you sound like wounded prey, whimpering and breathing so fast."

I slid my hand up to her neck, not doing a blood choke but still firmly placed. I whispered in her ear, "You're my toy now," and let out long low growl and started fucking her hard and fast, slowly gripping the sides of her throat.

This is when something I've always wanted to happen did. She squirted. This has always been a kink of mine. I stopped dead and she kept bucking up, slamming me into her and just shrieking. I began to feel the signs of cumming so I stopped and pulled out. Her hips continued to buck hopelessly.

"Do you swallow, Tess?"

"I can," she replied breathlessly.

"Good," I said as I laid back, "I want you to suck all of your pussy juice off my dick slutslave."

She eagerly complied and toom my whole cock into her mouth. It hardly fit (small mouth) but somehow she managed to cause a ripling sensation along the whole thing. I made her look me in the eye while she sucked my dick.

I spun her around eager to taste her pussy again while she sucked my cock. I noted how her juices dripped from her pussy. I gently pushed against her mouth making my cock go just a little further down her throat and told her how her pussy was dripping. I took her clit into my mouth and buried my face into that warm, wet cave. She had been opened up by my dick, but her legs immediately began to shake. I suck on her clits while running my nails dowm her back and burying my nose in her pussy. My entire face was absoluter covered in her juices when she began to shake and squirted again all over my face.

She began working her tongue around the head of my dick and I experienced a sensation I never have before. The intense pleasure of orgasm with no ejaculation. She kept me in that wonderful state for what seemed like forever before climbing on top of me, looking me dead in the eye and desperately saying, "I need your cum. Now, please."

There was a look of true desperation in her eyes. We were both totally out of breath and covered in all manner of nodily fluids. She rode my dick like a woman possessed. Even now every 7 or 8 thrusts I'd feel that clamping and she'd shove my dick deeper into her to keep it from being forced out.

Now, I kind of have a creampie/preg risk fetish. Newly discovered in the last year. We had agreed I would pull out, but at this point she was just begging me to cum, so I asked where she wanted me to.

She responded breathlessly, "Anywhere." And begind grinding me faster and even harder. I was in ecstasy. She was bucking me so hard and screaming as she came over and over again.

"God I'd love to fill your tight littlr slave pussy with cum."

Another blast of wetness meant that she had just squirted at the thought of me filling her pussy with cum. She collapsed on top of me, totally exhausted.

"Let's get you a drink, and I want to bend you over the couch."

She got up in an almost mesmerized daze and walked the hall. I am reasonably certain this is when she hit subspace. She took a few drinks of water and without being told bent herself ovet the side of the couch.

"Do you really want me to fill you pussy with my cum?" I asked as I lifter her ass up and slide my dick back into her pussy. She whimpered and pushed me deeper into her.

Coming Next Part 2!

[galacticjonah]

I wrote a little nonsense thing, inspired by a concert I attended yesterday.

(Taagnus, RealLifeAU, Magnus is overwhelmed by a performance and doesn’t know how to deal with stuff. Avi helps a little bit. Brad is worried about dental work. Might write more of this?)

F L I P W I Z A R D

Would this ever become easier? Would there be a time when it would just pass him by, a fleeting moment of clouds covering the sun before returning to the good old feeling of summer. Maybe. He didn't know. Some things had changed of course. This was a different city, a different life, there were people around him, having his back, knowing what it meant when his eyes looked dark in the morning and the shadows on his face seemed to hold on a little tighter than usually.

So, he wasn't alone today. On this day. Avi's elbow pressed against his own as the man moved to welcome another bottle of beer from the waiter, opening it up with his teeth like an absolute idiot. "You ought to stop doing that, you won't have any teeth left when you hit your fifties.", commented Brad from the other side, his brows knit together in the typically sincere worry right above his thickly rimmed glasses. Avi only laughed and gently shoved at Brad's arm while taking a swig from the bottle.

"Don't make that face, come on! I'm fine!"

Yes, Magnus was not alone in here today and it felt good, healing almost. The rambling of his friends passed by like a gentle river, only mixed with the taste of his whiskey, the dull ache between his lungs and the swirling sensation in his head that was getting stronger hour by hour. Seemed like he still wouldn't make it through this without ending up completely drunk - at least he had someone to watch out for him this year.

"It is a serious risk you're taking, you know how expensive dental work is and even though it's covered on your insurance plan you should-"

"Magnus, Magnus please tell him to shut up, if he starts to go on about work now, my brain will literally melt and come out of my ears."

They got a tired smile out of him and he gently swung his glass in his palm, watching the ice dance on the amber surface of the liquid, clinking together again and again and again. He longed to be floating like that - but for that he'd need a few more drinks.

"Come on boys…behave.", he mumbled softly and then finally downed the rest of his whiskey, which earned him another one of Brad's concerned looks, but no comments were made. They knew. Today was the day and they knew better than to try and give him advice. They were there and that was all that mattered.

"Anyways.", Avi started, restlessly playing with the bottle cap of his beer, shoving it around on their table, back and forth. "Everything's set up for next week's fishing trip, I think I can even get us another tent, so Carey and Killian could come with us too. It would be-"

Magnus' attention trailed off, pulling his eyes over the dimly lit landscape of his favorite bar, to the right where there was a small stage. Some people had gathered at the tables right at the front and some staff was setting up a table. Magnus slowly slid his fingers inside the whiskey glass on the table, without even looking at it, touching the leftover ice in it, the cold impulse to his skin serving as an anchor, a grounding sting. It was ridiculously hard not to think. He was so painfully aware of that in this very moment. A gentle static seemed to press onto his whole body, a flickering, swinging sensation, unreal. The lights dimmed even more. And then, the crack of a microphone.

Someone had appeared on the stage, standing behind the table that was now the setup surface of a few confusing devices and a Microkorg synthesizer. The person was fiddling with a few buttons, but looked completely relaxed, uncaring towards the fact that there were quite a few people looking on. The musician was a short, round guy, wearing a ridiculously big, floppy hat that cast solid shadows over his face, making him look like something out of another dimension. The only thing peeking out of the inky dark was a long braid of messy, washed out lavender hair, and a bead necklace. Two taps to the microphone, then he leaned in and mumbled into it.

"Hey, I'm Flipwizard, what's up."

And then he just started to play. A harmony of tones rose over the room like a wave of warm water. Softly swinging, vibrating, it spread in the whole bar. Pleasant rays of sunlight in the form of sound. And then raindrops in gentle rhythms, falling into the empty space, repeating, repeating, swinging. Magnus pulled his fingers out of the glass and closed his fist around his icy fingers, staring to the stage. The quality of the music was surprising, the way it hit home with him was…strange. Maybe Brad was saying something, maybe Avi was laughing. He didn't hear it. Magnus' mind was filled with  music and with the music there were colours. And then the stranger on stage started to sing. A soft, warm voice, stringing words onto a fragile thread like the shiny beads around his neck. And his fingers slipped over the synth in complete control, back and forth between switches, buttons and keys, a surreal little dance, elegant and precise and with such a…otherworldly result.

Magnus forgot about the whiskey he had thought about before. He forgot about the ache beneath his heart. He…forgot.

At some point he had gotten up to get a better look. Somehow he hadn't dared to approach the stage completely, feeling a strange awe weakening his knees with surprising strength, so he stuck to the middle grounds, awkwardly lingering in the dark. Neither Brad nor Avi had tried to stop the man and so Magnus was leaning against one of the wooden support beams, bracing himself against the trusty material, while taking in the show.

The musician did not talk much between the different songs, he just took a sip from a bottle every now and then and commented applause with 'cool cool cool' before going right back to the next song. And the next. And next. They all blurred together, weaved into a tight, colorful carpet, all made by those quick hands and his voice. He sang of magic, of things out of another world, painted a vibrant picture from a faraway place and Magnus felt at home, felt centered. It spread like a warm blanket.

At some point the 'wizard' leaned back his head. The spotlights spread out, wiping the shadows away from under the broad brim of his hat, lighting up what was beneath. Magnus held his breath. The musician seemed to be in a state of trance, his eyes were closed. His lips were curved into a content smile, giving free view onto a small tooth gap. Curls fell down to his brows as he moved and then the moment passed, shadow reclaimed him as he lowered his upper body to lean towards the microphone.

The rhythm of the bass was replacing the beat of Magnus' heart at this point, the vibration of the notes surged through his whole body, washing the gray from his veins.

Cascades of music carried him away to another place where things were maybe not quite as heavy and not quite as painful. This was as close to floating as he'd get today.

Eventually, after an eternity, it ended and Magnus felt deflated, strangely exhausted. The musician, Flipwizard like he had called himself, thanked the audience and then started to clear up the table, unplugging cables, rolling them up again. Magnus was still buzzing somehow. So much even, that he didn't notice Avi appearing by his side.

"Hey man."

Magnus twitched and turned his head, looking down at his friend who was eying him with raised brows and a careful smile. He had been standing there for almost a full minute already.

"Didn't know you were into that kind of sound."

"Mh…"

He hummed and slowly rubbed his beard, glancing to the stage again.

"Me neither."

Avi followed his gaze and they both quietly watched the artist bagging up his equipment. Nothing was said, but many things were thought.

"You…should go talk to him.", Avi eventually offered very carefully, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, turning a bit, probably to give Brad a look. Magnus didn't notice it, he just awkwardly shifted, rubbing his palm along the supporting beam, the warm wooden texture.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, man. He seems like a cool guy, I mean. You're a people person, you'll be fine, Mag."

"I don't even know…I mean what would I say…it's…this is…it's stupid, Avi."

"Don't worry, brother! Just go up there. Tell him you liked it or something."

Avi patted him on the back, gently shoving at Magnus' big frame until the man moved, insecurely making steps through the room as if walking out onto thin ice.

He felt terribly awkward approaching the stage, it was like wading through water, a clammy weird sea that reached up to his chest, but he still made it, somehow. Maybe he bumped into a table and a few chairs, he wasn't sure, and he definitely stumbled while walking up the stairs to the left. (Avi would later tell him that he had looked like a drunk person walking around a ship's deck.)

Nervously, Magnus then peeked behind the curtain that covered the side of the stage that lead to a little backstage area. There he was, with his back to Magnus and without his hat, rolling up a cable in big elegant coils around his arm, slow and relaxed, in absolutely no hurry. Oxygen seemed to have fled this realm all of the sudden and Magnus was painfully aware of how sweaty his palms were.

"Hey.", he said. It was the most clumsy thing he had ever said, probably. It felt like a pebble falling out of his mouth and the regret was instant and vicious.

But it had an effect.The musician turned around. His eyes looked dark in the dim light, but they were still striking and immediately wandered all over Magnus' body, completely unashamed. Running suddenly seemed like a really good idea - luckily his legs did not comply at all and so he just made an awkward side step. Silence.

"Got lost, big boy?", the 'wizard' asked after a few terrible seconds and there was that smile again. This time it hit Magnus right in the guts. Oh man.

"No.", he said carefully, his mouth feeling completely dry. He tried to figure out how words worked, how breathing was even a thing.

"I…just wanted….I mean…your music. It was…..it was really good."

The smile grew, the little tooth gap was fully visible and very prominent now. Magnus had never spent a second thought on anyone's teeth but this….

"A fan, then. I see! You want an autograph? Bet I got a pen somewhere."

Magnus could've sworn that his feet were sinking into the ground. He looked down to check, like a complete idiot.

"No…no I…just…"

What did he want!? Avi had sent him here, he hadn't even thought about what he wanted to say, let alone do when he was back here, face to face with this…no doubt, clearly magical being. It was all Avi's fault. He'd punch him for this, later. Yes he would.

The musician placed the cable roll into a suitcase and then came closer. He was a quite a bit smaller than Magnus but made up for it with very bold fashion choices and a charisma that burned like the sun itself. And still…that grin. Again he was looked over from head to toe and it made him feel all kinds of things.

"Okay then…how about you buy me a drink, bubula."

Oh. Ohhhhh.

Magnus nodded slowly.

That…he could do.