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Hi!! Can you please write hcs about gn!wildfire!reader x Gepard. And reader is genuinely nice and playful person BUT they're so mistrustful of Gepard and Silvermane guards (and people from overworl in general) and they're kinda mean to him too but oh boy he's pining like crazy because he knows that they're a very kind and caring and brave person and he just wishes that they would tease him and smile at him because they're like that with others but not himmmm. But he's also so sexually frustrated because they have this tendency of grabbing his collar and they talk to him on a very commanding voice and he's ready to act like a damn dog for them fr

Oh MAN do i LOVE specific requests!😩 Yes yes yes I absolutely love this idea! I also included Sampo being a lil’ too flirty flirt and Gepard being a little jealous sh!t bc why not. Enjoy! 🤍

Gepard made it his new personal goal to often visit the Underworld and help people there. After all, his oath made him swear he would protect ALL the people of Belobog. He felt guilty more than ever that he did not protect half of them for a decade.

Whenever he made his way over there, he did his best to fight off monsters, help scared children (tho kids here were more likely to kick his ass than the actual monsters), provide for homeless elders. He tried his best, and never, ever did he seek gratitude or praises for it.

Well… except for maybe a warm word of “you’re doing really well” from that one person.

❄️ Gepard first met you when him and Serval met with with Oleg. He would’ve thought it would be hard enough to gain the chiefs trust, but he accepted the help of the Silvermane Guards rather quickly.

❄️ After him and his guards defeated monsters and helped a pair of kids to safety, some people could not stop singing him praises. People of the Underworld had a new hope to look toward to.

❄️ YOU did not accept his help at all, tho. He heard you rambling to Oleg and Natasha about “why do we need them here?” “we survived without them” or sometimes you’d scoff and call them snobs from the overworld.

❄️ Overall he understood rather quickly that you did not like him. You made it clear with your glares, or the shameless negative comments about what he tried to do here (you would talk shit to Oleg about him right in front of him, for fucks sake), or, in case it really wasn’t clear enough, you’d bump his shoulder on your way out.

❄️ The feelings were somewhat mutual at first, but on his second visit, he heard a group of kids giggling and laughing and was shocked enough to hear your pretty and calm voice laugh and tell them to share the candy - actually teaching the underground kids manners. His heart swallowed with warmth at that very sight. And maybe he was staring for too long, because your laughs stopped and you glared at him, and turned away.

❄️ What did he really do to you?

❄️ This question ate him alive. At first it was pride: I didn’t do anything!

Then it was guilt: Did I do anything…?

And then he settled on the fact he must have done something.

❄️ He approached you, with red ears and tugging on his collar to create some space for him to breathe properly (why was he so nervous?)

❄️ “Hello, Y/N,” he greeted you politely, and got nothing in return, “um… I might have a question to ask you.”

“I might not have time,” you said, and turned away from him again.

“No, no, please,” he ran in front of you, and you frowned when he stood way too close, and when you saw his pleading eyes you almost wanted to slap him. “It’s a quick one. Did I do something?”

“Excuse me?”

“To upset you,” he spoke, and the way he was tall and leaning over you was annoying enough, perfect prince, with his perfect blue eyes and perfect overworld life (it didn’t matter he wasn’t actually a prince, he sure as hell looked like one… and that was irritating too).

“Ah, no, don’t worry about it,” you shrugged your shoulders, and gave him a sweet smile. He almost returned it, if you didn’t continue immediately: “You know, besides living your stupid lives up there,” you pointed your finger up, and then at his chest, actually, which made him more nervous, “and leaving us to starve, and die of sickness or cold here.”

Oh. You now poked his chest, and he felt his heart rate quicken. “Don’t ask me stupid questions again.”

He stared into your eyes, pretty [eye color] shade, and a glimpse of broken emotions behind that mean, ruthless glare. He almost wanted to… nevermind. He cleared his throat, and didn’t push your finger away from his chest. “These were my orders, us guards… we never really knew—“

“Ah, you guards and your orders. Following every single word of that bitch blindly.” You scoffed and poked him again, it actually almost hurt. Or maybe it was something inside that hurt him, he wasn’t sure.

“Don’t speak of Madam Cocolia that way, she—“

He didn’t get to finish, you grabbed his collar and pulled him inches away from your own face, finally facing him face to face, without him having the stupid adventage of being two heads taller. Suddenly he felt like he might just jump out of his body, his cheeks got hot, and his breath caught in his own throat. And he wanted you to do it again. But then he remembered you were actually angry with him, and not having butterflies flying around in your stomach… like he did.

“Don’t tell me what to do. Ever.” Your voice got low, threatening. His eye trailed down your body and saw the two daggers tugged behind your belt. The way he stared at your weapons got you even more worked up, so you tugged on the collar to pull him closer, “got it?!”

“Yeah…” he mumbled, and swallowed hard.

❄️ Gepard was screwed. He liked you. And you hated him.

❄️ He was quick enough to notice you didn’t hate anyone else, tho. Hook? That little brat that called Natasha an “old witch”? No problem at all. You played hide and seek with her the entire afternoon. Anyone that stopped by Natashas clinic to ask for medicine or to complain about some painful spot on their body? You smiled at them, and chatted about how things were going back at their home. You were sneaking candy to kids and greeting almost anyone on the street, giving them a wave and a warm smile. And the second a Silvermane guard appeared in front of you? You were ready to murder them with your eyes.

❄️ He loved it, to see you being nice, caring and protective of other people. It reminded him of his own self… well, in a way. He certainly wasn’t that murderous.

❄️ He didn’t love it to see you being overly nice to Sampo, tho. That guy caused him enough trouble already, and now, with him approaching you every morning, he wanted to put him in jail more than ever.

❄️ “Ah, my beautiful babe, shining more than ever,” Sampo sang you praises, and sneakily allowed his arm to rest on your shoulders. You gave him a laugh and hit his ribs gently with your elbow, calling him a horny ass.

❄️ Gepard felt his cheeks flush, and he looked away. Him and Oleg were just discussing something about a monster near an old couples house, but he could just not hear a single word Oleg said. Instead all he heard was “I mean, if you ever get cold at night…”

“Sampo stop being gross!”

“No, no, pretty, see these fingers?” He grabbed your hand shamelessly, and you let him. You actually let him. His thumb gently stroked your fingers. “Ah, those are cold fingers. We can’t allow that! Sampo won’t allow that. Tell you what, pretty, tonight why don’t we—“

❄️ Yeah, he got hurt pretty badly that night. His guards never, ever saw him so unfocused, so ruthless in a battle.

❄️ He breathed hard and groaned in pain when Natasha tried to clean his would. You arrived at the clinic, and she called you over to press down on his wound. Oh yeah, you had no problem with that. You pressed down hard, to remind him how stupid he was, and to be more careful next time. He groaned again.

❄️ Natasha left to get one specific medicine for him. You stood with your arms crossed and a bit of his blood on your hands. Your expression was unreadable, tho you glared down at him - as usual. When Natasha returned and you left, he’d swore he heard you say “Don’t do that next time, the kids like you.” It must have been the painkillers drugging his brain.

‼️ nsfw:

❄️ Remember that time you pulled him down by his collar and threatened his life? Yeah. That very night he kept stroking his dick hard, fast, and imagining your hand around his throat, eyes gazing deep into his soul, your hips rocking on his dick. He loved that so so so much, he wanted you to use him, to choke him, to do absolutely anything that pretty head of yours would come up with with him.

❄️ He felt guilty about it, disgusted with his own self. But then he did it the night after again, and the next night again, and again. Coming hard each time he imagined you raising his voice at him, he imagined you’d pull his hair and force him to go down on you. Gosh, he’d do anything you wanted.

❄️ He felt so guilty, in fact, that he’d get red in front of you sometimes — thinking back on all his scenarios he came up with at nights. You noticed him getting flustered, and honestly, it was mildly amusing.

❄️ One night, after a succesfull battle, you, him, Serval, Oleg, Natasha, Caelus and, unfortunately, Sampo, drank a bit in order to celebrate victory. Everyone got wasted eventually and left to go to sleep, only you, Sampo and him remaining by the table with bottles in your hands. It was a silent battle between him and Sampo to stay up longer, to stay with you alone.

Sampo, eventually lost. The guy almost crawled away wasted, and Gepard’s eyes laid down on you. Alcohol made his flusterness go away.

“What?” You scoffed, and gave a little smirk as you took another sip. “Oh, sorry, I bet all girls in the overworld beg to bounce on your dick day and night.”

Hm? Was that what you really thought? That wasn’t the case at all… not that he’d know about it.

“N—no, that’s not—“

You leaned closer to him, eyes scanning him up and down, and you took his chin in your hand, squeezing his jawlines a bit. “Oh, come on, perfect boy. They do, don’t they? They beg you to fuck them just as you keep begging to fuck me with your eyes.” You laughed, and pushed him away, and sat back in your chair.

And just like that he was sober, and speechless, and looking away.

“Hey,” you said, and traced your foot gently along his leg, up, up, and up, until you could rest it on his crotch, pushing down not so gently with your heel. He hissed, and looked at you. “Isn’t that true, perfect boy?”

❄️ You left shortly after. To just get another drink, but he thought you left completely, so he wanted to head on his way home too. But God, he could not stop thinking about you. And your hand gripping his chin. And before he realised it he was leaning against a dark alley wall, sliding his hand in his pants. He was so, so drunk, he didn’t even properly realise what he was doing.

❄️ You heard the silent slapping sounds, and the closer you got, the clearer his whimpers were: “Y/N, ah, ah, please, um,” he whimpered and begged in little whispers, his head hanging low in the dark alley, one hand resting on the wall, facing it. Other hand in his pants, making wet sounds.

❄️ You turned him around, his eyes widened in shock, he did not hear or see you come. He wanted to apologise, or to ask what were you doing there, but you gave him no chance as you pushed him on the wall, and trapped his so much taller body between you and the wall.

❄️ You kissed him, and it was messy and hungry. You kept biting his bottom lip to a point it’d get swollen, you pulled on his hair, you kept gringing on his dick through the fabric of his pants and kept groaning, while he whined and begged you.

You grabbed his shoulders and forced him to move away from the wall. You leaned on it now, pushing your own pants down. “Get on your knees, Gepard.”

And he did, immediately, without a single hesitation. And he let you pull and tug with your hands and grind your hips against his mouth until you were a crying mess.

❄️ During days you’d scoff and glare at him, and give him nasty comments and call him worthless or useless, or a guard garbage, or you’d flirt and basically promise to fuck Sampo in front of him… but at nights you’d grab his hand and lead him to an alley, or to any tent around that at least had a pillow. And you’d do absolutely anything with him, just as you wanted.

❄️ He always whimpers. Always goes on his knees first, giving you pleasure, any pleasure you ask for. He’ll do it.

❄️ Fucks you really rough from all the frustration you build up in him.

❄️ Wants your hand around his throat, even if he’s the one fucking you and making you cry and sob and whimper, you’ll be the one choking him.

❄️ Goes slow and sloppy and messy and weak whenever you allow him to cum in you. He loves it so much, and holds your hips against his with his hands, enjoying the little moments you don’t glare at him, but beg him to go deeper in you.

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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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Accidental Kiss - (Christmas Eve)

fic - and art (forgive me I'm bad at writing fics)

(Thanking @shygirl4991 for doing an episode fic remake called "Mistletoe Wars" !)

Everyone was really hoping for a mistletoe T.T well that didn't happen. A promise is a promise!

It's winter season, and the crew members had enjoyed the nostalgic feeling of snow. But since they've never get to experience what snow felt before. Now it's a good chance to go out there and have some fun!

-this fic contains language and some sensitive stuff (NOT the one you're thinking about-)

The crunch of snow beneath their feet sounds as they all walked around, the crew looked outside in excitement.

"Woahh its a very nice and cold snowy night!" Boopkins was the first to start as he picked up some snow from the ground and tried making a snowman. "Alright everyone! You can do whatever you want here, make some snowmans, ice skate or whatever types of games you want to play like snowballs. It's up to all of you!" Smg4 announced.

Mario commented same as Meggy

"Mario's gonna make good big snowman!"

"I'm gonna make the tallest snowman!"

The two never expected to have the same idea, and looked at each other. Meggy smirked and Mario also thought about the same idea. "Hey mario you thinking what I'm thinking? Lets start making out big snowman and beat them!" Meggy whispered.

Mario salutes in order to follow Meggy "yes boss!"

Tari is making a cute-duck snow while Saiko tried building her own snowman, which it failed due to her unexperience of snow. Tari comforted Saiko by patting her head.

Meanwhile Smg3 is making his own Snowman Statue of EggDog, enjoying some quiet and peace. "Bark!" Eggdog called. "Hey there Eggdog!" Three picks him up to make him see the full view of the snow statue he made.

"I built this just for my cute little egg! Who's a cute lil dog? Yes you are!" Smg3 rubs eggdog's stomach and pets him, playing dearfully from his lovable pup.

Three puts eggdog down and puts eggdog's mini-sized hat on top of it. "Bark!" He jumps in excitement.

"Hehehe... I bet my statue is more better than those losers-" Three's words were cut off right when he felt a snowball hit his back.

"Hey! Whats the big ide-" Smg3 thinking it would be some of Four's friends that three would like to call- "idiots" he turns around annoyed.

"Hahaha! -Gotcha now Mar- huh?" Four expected Mario would be the person he hit, suprisingly it was three.

But to his suprise it wasn't Smg4's idiots who've hit his back. It was Smg4 himself. "Oh. You."

Three rolled his eyes, just seeing Smg4 right infront of him makes his skin boil. For any other reasons this is just probably him getting "angry" again.

"Oh- uh- sorry about that Smg3 I didn't know it was you. Me, Bob, Mario, and Meggy are playing snowball fight. If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" Three wasn't having this, he doesn't NEED a childish game to waste his time on.

"No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?" Four walks closer to Three as his eyes darts down to the ground, aware that Four might've noticed. But he didn't.

"B-because it's pointless, on such a stupid game you guys had to pick that sh-t of a junk. Wow." His response were cold to Four, receiving those messages. Four felt bad to his friend.

Smg3 flinched as soon as Smg4 puts his right hand from his shoulder, this startled him. "Dude, you definitely have to join us- besides you've barely enjoyed christmas from these past few years. How about giving it a go?"

Smg3 stayed silent, not even facing his ex-rival. "It's christmas. We all deserve to have some fun! Even you..." even if Three didn't look at him, he knew that four was giving that "look".

Those blue eyes that matched from the color of the nightsky, gazing upon the color of wine. The color of blood that gave the matching of purple when theh meet. Purple butterflies form, starting to surround them with this tension.

This made three felt sick from his guts.

Three knows. He knew how much of a coward and a b-tch he was for admitting Smg4 was his friend, how else could he say no? They almost died. He. Almost died.

"But I understand you now. You're really scared, aren't you?

You're scared you could lose it all at any time.

But I've met your friends man.

No matter what you make, they...

WE... will always be here to have fun and laugh together"

Three could barely even remembered what he told him back on the castle, does he really meant all of the things he said to Four?

Is this also the main reason why four has felt sympathetic towards him? He wasn't sure.

Sure they made good laughs, they've been enemies for so long and now that the two had went through lots of stuff. The two had developed something that they were never sure about it yet.

Love.

"I still remember what you said..." four decided to break the long distant of silence. This lit up three's eyes, he wanted to say something... anything at all... but he kept it close, wanting to hear what his friend has to say.

"You remember when I was stuck and possessed by a goddamn keyboard from that old castle...?" It was four's turn to look down and face his hands, twiddling his thumbs.

Three didn't respond but just stood there, waiting the following words as he listened.

"I never thought I could say this to anyone else just to you... I... heard you reaching out on me... I know its all classic and cheesy but in all seriousness... did you meant all of that...?" Smg3 took a step back.

"I know its been a few months since we never talked about what happened there, with all of the monster attack and sh-t" "I did."

Three turned to look at Smg4 with his eyes locked onto his. "I did meant it, I meant everything what I've said. You were the onl- the reason why you're having so much fun with your friends. I told you all of that because I admitted it."

But its not only just for their friendship...not only for his friends...

"But I understand you now..."

If three wouldn't be such a d!ck, then this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't drive him insane nor putting everyone in danger.

You're an idiot Three...

...

How many years has it been ever since they called their truce? How many years did it came for three to wait? How many? He didn't answer.

Because on what other choice could he take? He'd been an enemy of Smg4 and always WILL be his enemy. Even tho he wanted to forget those days that he's tried to kill smg4 that never worked.

Smg4 was a superior, he was a star, a golden child, the big f-king attention from the top of the stairs to where everyone would admire. He is the Lord of Memes, and him? Three? Was the Lord of the Dead-Memes.

Smg4 had such an opportunity to do alot of stuff with posting his memes (creating memes or bunch)

Three was sure that four didn't have those affectionate feelings towards him, even tho he came out as bisexual. He wasn't even sure anymore if Four was still looking for a new partner that'll interest him.

Would he even like me back even after...?

Forgetting about this, smg4 could sense Three's feelings inside of him having the urge to blow. Sure they're both cosmically linked to each other. What about it?

What concerns Four is Three.

"You're not telling me anything else at all are you...?"

"Why the hell do I need to tell you everything? You completely RUINED me" ouch. (Touche...) said by four. But in other words, where could Three have been feeling this sentimental emotion from the other parts?

He can't do anything else but to do something.

"I forgive you" Smg4 closed his eyes smiling sadly at Three, wrapping his arms around his back. In a cold weather outside, Three could feel Four's chin resting on the back of his shoulder. Between the two's burning sensation from the body heat, Three didn't mind him at all.

After a few couple of minutes, Three breaks the hug four gave him and covered half of his face. (Not trying to feel embarrassed from this)

"Thats enough- I'm worried that your stupid idiots would've ended up seeing us both like- like this!" He crossed both of his arms and huffed. He could still feel Four's warm body press from his back. Turning red.

"Aww man- It was just starting to get comfortable! You sure you don't want that again?" "No! I'm never enjoying that sh!t ever its f-king gay" Four frowned at Three in a way that made him feel so bad, a way that made him feel soft around him. GOD HE HATED IT.

"You can do that after..." Smg3 sent Four to having butterflies by giving him a pleasant smile. Smg4 blushed, his heart beating and racing, his cheeks fumming out smoke. He panicked "oh boy haha- oh man is it- is it getting hot in here or maybe you are..." (SHIT.)

Cursed by four. Three raised an eyebrow in confusion. (Did he just FLIRT AT ME?!) the audacity. He had never heard smg4 flirt to him like that.

Wow. That was smooth as hell.

Three had enough of it. "WHY YOU..." he got to the ground and started making a snowball and throws it to Smg4's face.

"Don't you talk like that to me it's cheesy! I hate it!" (Lie)

Smg4 smirked "you sure~ cause I'm convinced that you're lying, I know you liked that~" he laughed. "You're still a tsundere three even after all of this" he wept a tear.

"N-NO I'M NOT A TSUNDERE YOU BAKA!!!" Smg3 starts throwing snowballs at Smg4. "Hey! Its not fair!" He tried covering himself in order to not get hit on the face by the snowballs.

"I'M NOT STOPPING BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING- A COMPLETE- IDIOT-" he heard something... something jiggling... on top of his head there was... a mistle toe...? He stopped for a second.

"Ran out of snowballs I see?" Smg4 noticed Three looking upwards, followed by Four's contact.

"Is that- supposed to be... a mistletoe?" Three and Four looked at each other "oh god..." "f-ck."

"I umm- I'm not sure about this... this is super f-king gay four well played but stop it-" "stop? What do you mean stop? I didn't place that there!"

"If you didn't then who?!" This is making him feel terrified. Three wanted to kiss Four ofcourse, he was too scared of what will happen after that. He might ruin his friendship with four and all and he didn't want that to happen because Smg4 is all that he even had, he ever needed, all that he wanted.

"I uhh... I have to go-" Smg3 started backing away not even turning, Smg4 looked at three upset. "Wait- Smg3!" Three accidentally slips from the ice on the floor, causing him to lose balance.

Four attempted on helping three's situation by approaching forward, immediately landing Three's lips to his.

A few seconds later, Smg3 pulled himself away in need of air. Wow. What an experience. "I-I- Smg4?" He opened his eyes to meet four's again.

"SH!T! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOW IT'S COMPLETELY RUINED!" Smg4 took a whole minute to proccess whatever happened back there. Damn. It took too long to realize- Three has best taste...

Wait. What the f-ck?

"Smg3 its o-" Four tried calming him down. "I COMPLETELY DID RUIN IT! I- SH!T DUDE! SH!T SH!T SH!T!!!" "Smg3-" "Everythings supposed to go how it always were..." "Three-" "I don't want you to see me as a friend I-" "You don't w-" "And I can't even admit this stuff BECAUSE I'M SCARED THAT I MIGHT LOSE YOU TOO!" "SMG3!!!"

Smg3 is filled with tears caught by Four's attention. "You're never going to lose me again..." "how can you be so sure?"

"Because of this." Smg4 smiled at him and gave his fated ex-enemy a second kiss, it lasted longer than the first one and boy to tell you something.

It was a dream come true.

Three didn't even pull away, but closes his eyes. Waiting for a next miracle...

-UMM END? IG?

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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[This Bites] (4)

Pairing: Astarion x Chubby Female MC

Chapter Summary: Astarion saves Maddie from a near death experience. Winnie must prepare Astarion for living in the modern world once she's informed that an inconvenience is coming to visit. Her little stepsister.

Warning/Content: Fluff, suggestive content, sexual humor, brief nudity, blood drinking, asshole Brian strikes again, Winnie being a nervous wreck as usual, Astarion being Astarion, possible grammar/spelling errors, maybe ooc moments for Star, butt

Chapter Three: Move back a little.

Chapter Four: Okay you're good.

Chapter Five: It's a BIG one!

(Entire series index right here.)

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Winnie was about to bolt back outside before Astarion gripped her shoulder.

“Wait a moment dear. You'll break your neck out there in the dark. I'll be able to find her much faster, trust me.” Astarion insisted. Given that they didn't have much time Winnie nodded and allowed Astarion to rush back outside.

Once outside the elven vampire quickly moved in the direction of the cat’s scent. The sound of barking had gotten louder and louder as he made his way to Winnie’s backyard. The terrain began to get steeper as the yard dipped down into the forest below the hill Winnie’s house sat upon.

On the way down he took note of a tree with a torn rope tied to the trunk. The tree sat in the yard left to Winnie’s. Down at the very bottom of the hill he spotted a large dog, snarling and lunging at a tree. The dog had a large head, muscular frame, and its tail and ears appeared to have been docked and cropped to make it look more menacing. There was also a torn rope attached to the beast's collar that dragged behind it.

The dog jumped up with a loud growl, lunging up towards a branch where Maddie clung, the fur on her back puffed up in fear as she hissed.

Astarion looked down at the dog, rolling his eyes before suddenly the mutt turned towards him growling and slobbering.

The vampire’s crimson red eyes almost seemed to glow in the moonlight, his lips parted to reveal long sharp canines. The dog halted its growling, letting out a whimper in response to seeing the humanoid's teeth before almost immediately bolting for it. It seemed the dog had absolutely no idea what Astarion was but definitely did not want to stick around to find out. The pale elf smirked, watching the mutt run away in fear before returning his attention up to Maddie. The little black ball of fluff looked down at him with frightened blue eyes as her little pink nose twitched, taking in his scent.

“Come here, precious.” The silver haired elf said sweetly, his arms stretched out as he gestured for the feline to leap into them. Maddie looked down at him, she moved slightly towards the edge of the branch hesitantly. For a moment she appeared ready to jump, but as her paw slid off the edge of the branch slightly she quickly backed up, fearful of falling. Maddie let out a long frightened mewl before glancing back down at Astarion.

Astarion let out an annoyed huff, “looks like I have to do everything.” He looked over at the tree trunk before glancing back at his claw like fingernails.

He hummed in thought before digging his nails into the tree and proceeded to climb up with ease.

“Gods, I wasn't entirely sure that would work….” He said as he reached the limb where the cat had been, climbing up and sitting on it. The branch shook slightly with the extra weight, causing the feline to sink her claws into the wood and let out another fearful mewl. “Alright you little sh-...ahem precious little angel…Come to Astarion!” The elf tried to coo, but the hassle of the situation was beginning to get on his nerves. Thankfully the feline eventually mustered up the courage to creep closer to the tree trunk, allowing Astarion to grab hold of her. He held her tightly to his chest before looking down. The vampire proceeded to drop down from the tree, landing safely on his feet in an almost cat-like manner.

Winnie was looking out her window from her room, unfortunately the darkness made it near impossible for her to see what was going on.

Her heart was pounding in terror. She was so scared something would happen to her cat. Eventually she heard her door open and Astarion entered holding Maddie safely in his arms. The little puffball was purring in content.

“Maddie, you’re okay. Thank God!” Winnie almost teared up in joy as she quickly moved to scoop the cat out of his arms. She hugged the little feline close, taking a deep breath in relief. Winnie snuggled her cat close for a few moments as Maddie purred before she was set gently onto the floor.

“Thank you, Astarion.” Winnie smiled and hugged him tightly. The elf blinked a bit in surprise before quickly returning her hug.

“Anything for you, my sweet.” He murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck. Winnie blushed a bit before quickly pulling back and clearing her throat in nervousness.

“Well…um…I should probably get to sleep soon…” She said awkwardly looking around the room as Astarion let out a yawn and stretched.

“Of course, goodnight my dear.” He said before taking a seat in a cozy armchair that sat between Winnie’s bed and her bookcase. The following nights he'd spent there he'd tranced in that chair.

It was incredibly comfortable, so soft and cushy. Winnie glanced over at her bed and then Astarion, thinking for a moment as Maddie went to lay at the vampire’s feet.

“Ah…wait a moment Astarion…” She suddenly spoke up. Astarion frowned and a bit of concern appeared on his face.

“Is something wrong, love?” He asked. Winnie bit her lip before looking down at her arm.

“No, it's just I'd like to thank you properly for saving Maddie.” She took a deep breath before stretching out her arm. “Here, drink…”

“Are you certain?” Astarion asked, though Winnie could already see the hunger in his eyes.

“Yes, I'm sure.” She said with a nod. Astarion stood up before suddenly placing his hands on Winnie’s shoulders.

“Here, you might want to lie down. I wouldn't want you to fall over if you get dizzy.” He gave her a soft smile before she sat back on her bed, abandoning her shoes on the floor and laying back. Winnie stretched out her arm for him as Astarion crouched down, taking hold of her arm gently. Winnie shivered, feeling his breath hit her skin before suddenly he ran his tongue over one of the veins on her arm. Her face burned and she closed her eyes, preparing herself.

“Fuck….” Winnie cursed through gritted teeth as she felt his icy sharp fangs pierce through her flesh, feeling like she just had two thick needles jammed into her arm. Astarion couldn't help but moan softly against her skin. The taste of her blood was intoxicating. Hells, it was even better than Tav's! The pain from his bite eventually numbed out, replaced by the gentle feeling of sucking. Heat rushed to the female's face as she felt him groan against her arm. She bit down on her lip to ensure no questionable noises were to leave her own mouth. Then eventually as her head began to feel lighter Astarion pulled back, licking up any excess blood before flicking his tongue over the holes left from his bite. Winnie watched curiously as she noticed they appeared to close up as he licked over them, stopping any more blood from escaping. It was interesting.

Astarion planted a soft kiss over the bite before pulling back and looking over at Winnie’s now slightly paler looking face.

“There, all better.” He hummed, his crimson gaze had a tender fondness to it. One of his hands was still holding her arm while the other was tracing circles over her wrist with his index finger. Winnie turned her head and blushed darkly. She was at a complete loss for words and heart was pounding so fast she was afraid it would suddenly pop!

“Y-Yes well…Thanks again for s-saving my cat…Anyway goodnight!” She quickly said before pulling her wrist away and turning away from him on her bed, covering up her body as if to hide.

Astarion looked down at her covered form with a smile as he repressed the urge to chuckle.

Cute.

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The next morning Winnie snuggled comfortably into her bed, honestly exhausted from all the excitement of last night and also a bit weak from letting Astarion use her as a juice box. She nuzzled her face into her pillows, in a partially asleep, partially awake state.

“WINNIE! GET THE HELL UP!” Brian’s obnoxiously loud voice caused her to shoot up, eyes wide open. Winnie turned her head towards the door as it slammed open revealing her step father. She rubbed her eyes, hair wild and even more disheveled than usual.

“WINNIE!” He shouted again.

“I'm up! I'm up!” She replied, grumbling under her breath as she stumbled out of bed.

“Don't you talk back to me! We're going to get Vanessa today and I want this house spotless by the time we get back!”

“I got schoolwork ya know, Brian?” Winnie sighed in annoyance, rubbing her head.

“It can wait. Those writing classes are a waste of money anyway, you can't seriously think you're going to actually make a living like that. Now get to cleaning I-......What the hell is that on your arm!?” Brian's brown eyes narrowed right at the bite mark on Winnie's arm. She tensed up. Shit. This was bad. She had to think quick!

“Ah, it's um..A cat bite! Me and Maddie were rough housing last night!” Winnie exclaimed, holding her arm up and rubbing it.

“Tch, well…. Keep that stupid animal locked in your room. I don't want it going anywhere near my daughter when she gets here.” Brian turned and slammed the door shut as he left.

Winnie sighed in relief as she watched him exit. Of course that relief did not last for long as realization set in. Shit. Nessa was coming. Worry flooded over the young woman as she realized Brian's twelve year old daughter from his previous marriage was coming over today. This could be really bad. While Vanessa was nowhere as horrible as her asshole father, she could be rather annoying. She also had a habit of barging into Winnie’s room, but unlike her father she definitely did not announce her arrival. Winnie would have to be extra careful not to let her see Astarion.

Wait a minute…. WHERE IS ASTARION!?!

Winnie quickly looked around the room. The pale elf was nowhere in sight. Winnie attempted to calm herself, reasoning that he was just in the closet hiding like a good little vampire and definitely not a pile of ash laying outside on the ground. She'd look around for him once Brian and her mother left. Winnie left her room and carefully walked out into the kitchen before she began to unload and reload the dishwasher. Brian walked out of the master bedroom, picking up his dog, Ollie and heading out the front door.

Winnie’s mother eventually exited the bedroom as well. Her eyes looked tired as she stopped to fix her long brown hair before turning to get her coat. She seemed drained most of the time these days, even when she wasn't sick, she just seemed lifeless at times.

“Hey Ma.” Winnie called, looking over at her mother.

“Hi Winnie. How's your schoolwork coming, sweetie?”

“It's kinda on hold at the moment.” Winnie sighed, “Brian decided I was in charge of cleaning up the house today.”

“I'll see about talking to him about it on the way to pick up Nessa. You need to focus on your classes, darlin.” Winnie's mother said before walking over and ruffling her daughter’s hair.

“I love you.” Her mother then proceeded to walk out the front door, leaving Winnie all alone.

Not like it matters. She always says that, and nothing ever fucking happens!

Winnie rubbed her temple in frustration. She tiptoed over towards the blinds near the front door before peeking outside. The messy haired female watched as Brian and her mom got in the car and drove off. Once she was sure they were gone Winnie turned and scanned the area.

“Where the hell has that vampire gone?” She huffed.

“Astarion? Astarion!” Winnie called out, but didn't seem to get any reply. Dread began to eat away at her mind. The brunette rushed back into her room and opened her closet. Nothing but clothes.

Her heart was pounding with fear and worry. She thought about running outside and praying to whatever God would listen that maybe he'd been able to find some shade to hide in as she searched for him, but then suddenly she heard what sounded like water. “Astarion?” She called again. Still no answer.

Winnie walked over to her bathroom and opened the door. She stepped inside, noticing Maddie sitting on the floor next to the tub. Winnie’s face suddenly turned bright red as she looked over at the bathtub.

“Oh, hello my sweet. Did you need something?” Astarion was sitting in the tub in all his beautifully naked glory, soapy water being the only thing keeping his unmentionables hidden. His white curls were dripping wet and slicked back as he glanced over at Winnie casually. All the while Maddie leaned over the tub, seemingly to debate on whether or not she should prod at the water with her paws.

“You're taking a bath now!? I thought you were dead for fucks sake!” Winnie exclaimed before averting her eyes. The sight of the pale elf’s muscular chest and rock hard abs were making her legs feel like jelly.

“Technically I am. But I'd rather not smell like it, hence the bath.” Astarion replied, crossing one leg over the other. Winnie bit her lip trying to stay calm.

There is a naked man next to me. A very attractive naked man. A very naked attractive man.

FUUUUCK I-I THINK I'M GONNA FAINT. I CAN'T….

“Oh don't act all innocent! This is hardly the first time you've seen me unclothed.” Astarion rolled his eyes.

“T-This…This is d-different!” Winnie sputtered. Seeing a naked character in a video game was one thing, but a real grown ass man naked in her house was another. And HOW JUST HOW WAS HE SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS!? Honestly if Winnie didn't know any better she'd almost think he believed they were married.

“Gods below you're so pathetically sheltered.” He muttered under his breath. Winnie took a deep breath before speaking.

“Look, there's something I need to talk to you about soon. I'll wait outside for you to get done.” Winnie sighed before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Come on Maddie!” She called to the cat who let out a few quick and short mews before padding out the door to follow her human. On top of having to feed him, hide him and make sure he doesn't get himself or anyone else killed Winnie was now having to deal with him casually being naked in front of her around the house like they'd been married for years or something. And she could just not handle it. She felt like she was going to throw up from nervousness.

Winnie quickly went to work on cleaning up the house as best as she could, trying to make sure Brain had as little to complain about as possible.

She took out the trash, did the laundry, swept the floor and cleaned up any surprises from Ollie before heading back to her room and plopping down on the bed. Winnie looked over at her laptop, grabbing it off the nightstand and setting it on her lap. She opened it up and began to try and get some school work done as Maddie hopped up and snuggled beside her.

“How long does it take for one man to take a bath?” She groaned to herself before continuing to focus on her work. One of the tabs ended up catching her eye as she filled out the answers on her school assignment. It was the Nexus Mod page. Quickly Winnie typed in ShadowMommy69 and began to search for that person. Whoever they were they did something miraculous, and Winnie wanted to know how and if there were any repercussions for it. But unfortunately, as she continued her search, she was met with nothing.

As if this user had just vanished. Likely deleted their account. Were they aware of what happened somehow? Is this why they've vanished? She typed in ShadowMommy69 mods into her search engine before suddenly the bathroom door opened, revealing Astarion in only a towel. Winnie tensed up and forced herself to look at her computer screen.

Look at the screen. Look at the screen. Do NOT look at the half naked man currently changing…. Ahhhh...

Her eyes suddenly glanced back, seeing Astarion look over the spare clothes left out for him, he sneered at them, finding them dull and uninspiring. But for now they would have to do.

Astarion suddenly dropped the towel around his waist. Winnie’s eyes went wide as she got a clear view of his naked ass. Winnie closed her laptop and set it to the side before falling on her side and just lying there on the bed. Her brain had stopped working.

Astarion glanced over to see Winnie’s reflection in the mirror, a smug smirk adorned his face.

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Astarion had got himself dressed finally, wearing a black tee and jeans. He'd given Winnie a moment to compose herself before taking a seat in the recliner near her bed.

“You said you had something you wanted to talk about, darling?” He hummed.

“Ah, y-yeah. Someone new is coming here today. Brian has a daughter. She's quite young and has a habit of barging in unannounced.”

“Ah, so it runs in the family then?” Astarion chuckled.

“This is serious. You need to be careful. We should probably come up with a cover story in case you ever do get seen in here.” Winnie sighed.

“Winnie.” Astarion said softly, “my love, you worry too much. It'll be fine. If things here are like you said, I doubt anyone would believe a child claiming there was a vampire in the house.”

“No. Nobody would, but if that child were to claim a strange man was in her sister's room…” Winnie crossed her arms.

“Well, perhaps that would look rather suspicious.” Astarion admitted.

“Ya think?” Winnie rubbed her temples. “If anyone finds you, you are my friend from work. Your ears are either part of a costume or some birth defect, whichever works for you.”

“Oh sweetheart, I'd much rather be referred to as your lover.~” Astarion purred. Winnie just rolled her eyes.

“You do that and Brian will have more ammo against me. He'll probably make accusations about me bringing random men home. Probably call me a whore.” Winnie huffed before looking off to the side.

“You know darling, the more you tell me about your stepfather the more I feel like dumping his lifeless carcass off in a ditch somewhere.” Astarion muttered with a sadistic smirk. Though despite the evil grin on his face, his blood boiled at the thought of someone calling Winnie something so foul.

“Astarion, I've already told you, you cannot eat-”

“Oh no no no…. I've no desire to drink from that walking privy any longer! I was more so entertaining the idea of using poison, less of a mess anyway and-”

“No killing. I've told you already!” Winnie said sternly. Astarion crossed his arms with a pout and muttered something under his breath. He wanted so badly to end this asshole, but that would probably make Winnie very upset. He wanted to do something about him though. He had to damnit! Devious little schemes began to form in the elf's mind. Astarion's thoughts were then interrupted by Winnie putting a strange square device in front of him.

“Here, I got this for you. It's like mine, but not as advanced. It's a phone. I told you about it earlier, a machine for communication.” She said as she handed it to him. “I want you to keep it on you and use it if you need me. I've put my number on it.” Winnie said before quickly explaining how to use it, showing Astarion the buttons and apps. It was an older phone however, not a smart phone like Winnie’s so there was much less to mess with and no internet since it was a burner phone after all.

“While I do appreciate the help…I really don't think I can get the damn thing to work!” He hissed out, fingers struggling to press the buttons.

“Oh right….I didn't consider the fact that you had claws now….” Winnie held her chin in thought. “Well I'm sure you can get the hang of it if you keep trying. Women with longer nails than you have used these.” The young woman chuckled a little as he struggled to use his cell. His face looked so cute when he was grumpy!

Winnie then turned to grab her laptop once again as Astarion kept fiddling with the phone. She continued to work on her computer eventually feeling a bit hungry and her head began to ache.

‘Shit. I probably should have eaten something sooner. Astarion did drink my blood last night after all.’

Winnie finished the last few questions on her assignment before closing her laptop and getting up. Astarion quickly noticed her leaving the room.

“Where are you going?”

“To the kitchen.” She said, internally sighing as the vampire followed her like a lost puppy. Well to be fair she had kept him locked up in her room for literal days, the least she could do was let him follow her around. Winnie got out a cup of noodles before filling it with water and putting it in the microwave. “This thing cooks food by the way.” She said, she rubbed her head with her hand. “Though I guess you probably won't use it for anything.” Winnie turned back to him. She felt a bit awkward, being alone with him now. She wasn't really good at making conversation that didn't involve any nerdy stuff. Winnie had been lucky that on their date he was very content with talking her ears off while she sat quietly and listened.

“No I don't think I will.” Astarion mumbled. He stood closer to Winnie as she waited on her food to cook.

Barking suddenly caused Winnie to turn her head and look at the window. At first she was fearful that Brian and the others were back, but she quickly realized the pitch was much too deep to be Ollie.

“Hm, it's the same damn mutt from last night.” Astarion took a peek out the window, careful to stay out of the rays of the sun.

“The dog that was after Maddie?” Winnie asked.

“Yes, filthy beast chased her up a tree.” Astarion said, looking out into the backyard. The dog was running a muck, snarling and darting after squirrels. The microwave then beeped causing Astarion to jump. Winnie chuckled and took her food out before getting some chopsticks and skillfully twirling them around in the noodles. She slurped them into her mouth as Astarion watched her slowly.

“You just going to stand there and watch me eat…?” Winnie asked with a sigh.

“What else am I supposed to do? The sun will turn me to ash if I go outside. This little phone device is a menace and I'm not even sure I want to find out what anything else in this house does.” Astarion whined before suddenly he smirked, “I’d suggest a passionate round of sex, but I fear you might die of a heart attack as soon as you see my unclothed body again.” He teased, causing Winnie’s cheeks to redden.

“Well…I suppose since I finished my work I could do something with you.” Winnie glanced over at him.

“Oh lover, are you sure you're ready? ~” Astarion purred suggestively.

“I'm not talking about THAT!” Winnie snapped, face flushed in embarrassment.

Astarion snickered, “oh alright, what do you have in mind?”

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Winnie had brought Astarion into the living room and went over what a television was. She explained how movies and TV shows were basically like recorded plays to the best of her ability. She'd come up with the idea of showing him some of her favorite gory horror movies! Something she was sure he would just love.

They say together on the couch as Winnie had put on a good slasher film and it had seemed to work pretty well. Her vampire was grinning from ear to ear as the film’s protagonists were picked off one by one, each meeting an incredibly gruesome fate.

“Ooh I like this! Do they all end up dying in the end?” Astarion asked, scooting closer to Winnie and making himself comfortable.

“Shh…. Just watch and find out!” Winnie hushed him, unable to repress the giddy grin that crept onto her face. Astarion was rather cute when he was happy.

The main characters in the movie had somehow stumbled into some nightmarish hellscape reality, where they had to run and hide from several different demonic looking creatures, all who were much too eager to tear them to pieces.

Winnie shyly leaned against Astarion as they watched the movie, hesitantly laying her head on his shoulder. He was a little too invested in the movie to glance down at her, but his arm snaked around her almost instantly. Everything was nice. Cozy. Winnie smiled a little, feeling her heart skip a beat. Perhaps this wasn't so hard.

“Hells’ teeth!” Astarion suddenly tightened his grip around Winnie as he tensed up in fear. On screen appeared a monochrome colored clown with razor sharp teeth and blood red eyes.

“Astarion! You're squishing me!” Winnie complained. Astarion didn't seem to listen, just clutched her against his chest tightly as if she was a teddy bear. The clown in the movie was sawing one of the main characters into pieces. So it was the usual gory horror movie stuff, but since Astarion seemed pretty terrified of the clown Winnie decided to turn the movie off. Astarion pulled back from Winnie and looked at her in confusion.

“Why'd you go and do that?” He pouted.

“You were crushing my ribs!” Winnie exclaimed as she rubbed her sides, “If I had known you were this afraid of clowns, I'd have picked another movie.”

“Pft. I was not afraid!” He scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Then why were you hugging me to death?” Winnie raised an eyebrow.

“Well obviously I was making sure you felt safe and secure. Gods.”

“Yes, nearly breaking my ribs made me feel soooo safe.” Winnie sassed and rolled her eyes.

Astarion was about to make another quip before his pointed ears suddenly twitched.

“Someone's coming.” He said. Winnie quickly snapped her head to the window, her eyes spotting Brian's car in the driveway, doors quickly opening.

“Shit. You need to hide!” Winnie panicked, Astarion glanced about quickly before suddenly loud deep barks were heard and then a scream from outside.

What the hell?

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: This chapter got too long. Kinda going to be a bit slice of life here and there. I hope that's okay with you guys. Also, I hope it's okay that right now it's mostly just ocs I PROMISE we will get more BG3 characters. It just might take a bit.

Also more stuff on ShadowMommy69 coming soon....

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silentcryracha · 9 months

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I'd like to request a horny filthy absolutely deranged drabble about this Hyune look because I still haven't managed to get up from the floor iykwim

https://twitter.com/hyunesz/status/1684902894401921024?s=20

link - OH hun if only you knew how many asks I got about this specific look LMAO, glad we're all on the same horny boat 🤝

warnings: non idol au, strangers to lovers, drugs are mentioned but not used, smut 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex (don't), fingerings, oral (m receiving), kind of public sex?, afab reader, kinda dom Hyunjin

word count: 3.1k

masterlist

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The ambient felt hot and a little overwhelming. Just enough for __ to feel annoyed, but not suffocate her. The fact that it was completely dark except for the blue and purple lights that illuminated the dance floor enhanced this feeling.

She took another sip of her drink, keeping a small piece of ice in her mouth to refresh herself. She was bored, no question about it. Her colleagues dragged her to this expensive club after a cocktail event, as if the alcohol wasn't flowing enough as it was.

She truly couldn't give a fuck about a party organized by the man, who was essentially overworking his employees, that desperately needed to rub in everyone's faces the fact that he got promoted. Hence more money and power for someone who didn't deserve it. But hey, at least he was offering.

That club was not a normal, cheap club though, It was one of those hyper private and expensive places which only a specific range of people could access. Which is the main reason that convinced her to check it out, curiosity. But it was nothing different from a normal club aside from the crazy drink prices, the people were elegant and the drugs were not directly shoved in your face. It was also a lot cleaner, which was the best aspect.

At some point she heard a light shove, which made her turn her head to the side. A man dressed in an elegant suit, with light brown hair and glasses, also looked down at the woman sitting at the bar with an apologetic look. Even though __ could tell that he wasn't sober.

"Apologies" he slurred, shamelessly checking her out quickly before being pulled to the side slightly by another man. He was also dressed elegantly, with a black shirt that had the first couple of buttons undone, showing just enough of his collarbones.

She coulnd't help but stare for a couple of seconds at how beautiful that man was. Was he even real?

"Stop embarrassing yourself, Jisung" he said, glaring at him. __ was too starstruck to realize that she was still staring, but as soon as the black haired man locked eyes with her, she immediately woke from her daze and looked away. Yeah, stop embarrassing yourself too, __, she scolded herself mentally.

"C'mon man, don't you want to have some fun? A guy is selling some pretty dope stuff, if you know what I mean" the brown haired man nonchalantly hinted at sniffing his finger, and laughed when the black haired one rolled his eyes at him.

"I don't need cocaine to have fun. You do you though. But don't come fucking crying at my door when Chris fires you again." he warned him, taking a sip of his own drink before dismissing his friend. She didn't mean to be nosy, really. But they were just a little too close to her hearing area, so oops?

She still wasn't looking in their direction, pretending to be interested in stirring the small straw in her half finished drink. It was basically half ice and half fruit so she wasn't feeling the dizziness at all. Besides, she had decided to actually eat at the cocktail party, mainly out of boredom and to avoid making conversation.

"Ah, shut the fuck up, Hyun" Jisung scoffed, leaving his friend's side before disappearing into the dancing crowd. __ sneakily glanced at the man sat not too far from her. But with her surprise, he was already looking back at her. So, this time, instead of being a coward, she played it off with the hint of a smile.

The man tilted his head to the side slightly, the shadow of a smirk on his face, so confident and calm in his demeanor. It was almost intimidating, and she felt herself blush, a string of shivers running up her exposed spine.

She did feel quite overdressed, even for such a place. She was wearing an elegant black, silky, cowl back slip dress, that had a split on the right side. Her hair were tied up, so all her back almost down to her butt was exposed, as well as her neck, collarbones and some cleavage. Was it a little too much for a cocktail party? Actually not, but it was quite sexy and she knew it.

"I apologize for my colleague's rude ways." her head snapped towards him as she realized that he was speaking to her. His voice was hard to decipher, a mix of teasing, apologetic and polite. As she looked at him she saw his dark, piercing eyes staring at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Oh" she said, waving a hand dismissively, "It was nothing. I hope he gets home safe." she added, absolutely not knowing what else to say. And she was convinced that the conversation would've ended there, but the man didn't let it.

"He'll be fine. He's a lucky man." he replies, finishing his drink in one shot. "What about you?"

"What about me?" she retorted the question, carefully thinking how much she could trust that man.

"I'd ask if you're here alone, but it just seems to me like you were dragged here by someone else. Or else you would be enjoying yourself." she smirked, mimicking his head tilt.

"Do I look like I'm not enjoying myself?" her voice was between irony and curiosity, but truly she was just amused. The man put down one foot and lightly dragged his own stool a little closer, so that now less than thirty centimeters were separating them. If she had turned to face him, their legs would've touched.

"Not really. Unless your kind of fun is brooding at a bar alone while everyone else is grinding, dancing and, well, probably snorting coke on a few surfaces." he nudged his head to where the dance floor and some couches were.

"Not everyone, though." the woman replied, also finishing her fruity drink before continuing, "You're also sat here, at a bar, alone. So, are you also a type who doesn't want to have fun? Like your friend said?"

The black haired man raised an eyebrow, amused with how well you were keeping up with him.

"That's also true. So what, then? Are we really two people who can't have fun? Or maybe this isn't the place for us." this time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Was he hinting at what she was thinking he was...?

"Do you have any suggestions, mr...?" she already knew that they were gonna end up fucking, so might as well gather some important info before any shit goes down.

"Hwang. Hyunjin Hwang." he answered without hesitation, still maintaining his cool aura. "And, about the place. It depends on which kind of fun you like." she didn't miss the way that his eyes checked out her whole figure, with a particular attention to her exposed back and valley between her breasts.

So she decided to play his game, and to send him a message loud and clear she elegantly turned her body towards him, crossing her legs. Effectively making her exposed calf brush against his clothed one. Hyunjin looked up at her with sharp eyes and a newly fueled hunger.

"I don't have preferences. Why don't you take me somewhere?" she asked seductively, leaning down to speak just enough to give him a new angle to her cleavage. He inhaled a sharp breath when her leg brushed against his again, so after that he decided that he had enough.

Hyunjin stood up, offering his hand to her, which she took. After that he led her through the mass of dancing and sweaty bodies in the dark, until they reached a small corridor. She thought that he was going to lead her into the bathroom, cliché but it will do for a quickie.

But suddenly he got in front of her, effectively caging her with his arms against the wall, to which her back was now pressed. She got tense for a second, until he detached one of his hands from the wall, bringing it up to caress her cheek.

"What's your name?" he asked, casually, as his hand kept on going down, from her cheek, to her neck, collarbones, his pointer finger lightly tracing the shape of her breasts that could be seen from the neckline. Her breath hitched at his every move, so featherlight, yet capable to make her shiver.

"__" she answered, breathy. Hyunjin hummed as his face got closer to her neck, leaving a small kiss on it, making her lightly gasp.

"Do you want to do this, __?" he murmured, against her skin. The loud music was now muffled to their ears, which allowed some sort of silence.

"Yes, I do" she breathed out, starting to touch his chest with her hands, until they slid around his neck to pull him closer. "Do you, Hyunjin?"

He didn't even answer and instead moved his head up to crash his plush lips to hers, the kiss immediately turning passionate and leaving both of them breathless. __ felt two hands on her ass, but before she could realize what was happening, Hyunjin had picked her up, making her legs wrap around him automatically.

He led them to the bathroom, and picked the men's one. Just because they would've just gave up by finding a locked bathroom, he was sure. Nothing would've ruined that moment.

He kept kissing her as she sat her on the expensive marble in between the sinks, then walked away to lock the door behind them. The bathroom was of course huge, clean, with dim lights and a wall long mirror behind the sinks.

She was still panting, both from the kiss and the adrenaline of the moment. Hyunjin swiftly unbuttoned the center jacket button and let it slip off his shoulders, placing it nearby. Then he unbuttoned and dragged up to his elbows his dark shirt. Actions that were so simple, but done by such a handsome and sexy man, were driving her crazy.

As he walked closer to her, his eyes were not leaving her at all. She instinctively spread her legs enough to accommodate him, which made him darkly chuckle. One hand went to her waist while the other to the side of her neck, his thumb tracing her chin.

"Don't let me wait" she said with a husky voice, teasing the small v of his open shirt with her pointer finger. He laughed lightly, starting to kiss her neck and jaw, while his fingers started to trail up from her nude calf, to her knee, to her thighs, and bringing her slip up dress up to her sides as he did so.

"I'd love to play with you longer, but unfortunately you're right, we can't take too long" he said in between kisses, to which he had started to add some licks. She moaned, grabbing the side of his beautiful face and pressing it to her own, kissing him openly and sloppily.

She gasped into his mouth as Hyunjin's fingers were now gently rubbing her clit over her silk panties. She was losing her mind, and needed more, and she needed it now.

"Please Hyunjin..." she whimpered, her fingers clutching the fabric of the shirt on his shoulder. He hummed in her mouth, leaving it to speak "Tell me what you need, gorgeous"

"I-I need you to touch me. Touch my pussy, feel how wet it is for you" she grazed his ear while grinding on his hand. He used both hands to remove your panties, throwing them to the side somewhere near his jacket on the sink.

Then with his pointer and middle finger pressed together he started to rub up and down around your vulva, making you whine when he teased your hole and your clit respectively. A low, mocking chuckle escaped his full, pink, lips.

"You are drenched already. All this for me, you say?" he teased, with his two fingers now circling her little hole. She nodded eagerly, her lips continuously kissing, grazing, and licking at his skin, she felt drunk on him.

"Yes, just for you. Please, sir-" she didn't realized what had slipped her mouth until after she said it. Her eyes widened from the embarrassment, but Hyunjin on the other hand just chuckled, kissing her.

"Such a good girl, I've barely touched her and she's already so wet." he praised, "Let's see if she's also ready to take my fingers" he murmured to her ear, before slipping two fingers into her. The sudden action and the feeling of fullness made her gasp and moan at the same time.

Hyunjin started quite slowly with his in and out movements but as his fingers got wetter and wetter, her walls also relaxed a bit. Not too long after he started to finger her faster, more roughly, hitting exactly her spot.

Her fingers grasped both of his shoulders as moans and whines were leaving her mouth, mixed with his name, like a prayer.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum, mh? Make me feel you drench my fingers, c'mon, good baby." Hyunjin kept on praising her as he maintained his relentless pace.

"Oh- oh fuck, yes sir I'm gonna cum, please" she pleaded, closing her legs around his back, while he spit on his other hand and started rubbing her clit fast. That was it for __, as he gushed around Hyunjin's fingers.

She released a long sigh, in between whines because of how overly sensitive she was. "Shh, you did so well, good girl. Look how you drenched my fingers, baby" Hyunjin reclaimed her attention, and with dazed eyes she looked at him putting those same two fingers in his mouth, and suck.

Her mouth was agape, cheeks red, forehead sweaty and a beautiful fucked out expression. Hyunjin was already more than hard in his pants, but seeing her like that, so sexy and beautiful, made something snap in him.

"I want to fuck you so bad" he breathes out, unbuckling his pants, "Will you let me, mh? Do you want me to fuck your pretty little pussy?" he nuzzled her nose with his, desire dripping from his words.

"Yes! Fuck please, Hyunjin, sir" she was still so fucked out from her previous orgasm, but as desperate for another that she was stumbling on her words.

"Shh, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you so so good, okay pretty girl?" he cooed, while simultaneously wetting the tip of his dick with her juices, to then thrust in all in one go. She squealed by the surprise and tightened the grip on his butt with her legs, effectively pushing him even deeper. This time it was Hyunjin's turn to groan.

"So fucking tight- " he said through gritted teeth, clearly trying to hold himself back a bit. But her clenching and unclenching were not helping him, so in the end he decided to just go all in, and started to fuck her strong and fast.

"Ah, yes! Fuck yes, Hyunjin you're doing so well, please don't stop!" she exclaims in between moans. But he had other plans, because he swiftly pulled out, then dragged back to the edge of the sing __ , making her come down on wobbly legs, just to bend her over it.

They could see their reflections on the mirror now, which gave everything an even more erotic vibe. They both moaned loudly when Hyunjin penetrated her again, from behind. He picked up his fast pace pretty quickly, which made it feel like there hasn't even been a change in positions.

"You feel- so so fucking good, I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, gripping the edge of the marble sing with all her might. Hyunjin also knew that he was close to releasing, but he needed her to come first so he could've pulled out. So he licked two fingers and reached between her legs to rub her clit.

"Does that feel good? uh? Does my cock make you feel that good?" he grunted, keeping his fast pace, She just hummed in approval as she was too fucked out to talk. But Hyunjin wasn't having it, so he slapped her ass once, making her gasp and respond quickly.

"Sorry, sir. Yes it feel so so good" she cried, "I love your big cock making me feel so full. Are you close, Hyunjin?" she panted, as her breasts were dangling out of her dress by now. Braless, Hyunjin noted.

He groaned in response, speeding his ministrations on her clit. which made her orgasm explode immediately, He let her ride out her high,and then slowly pulled put.

"I want you in my mouth" Hyunjin turned around to see you jumping down the marble and getting on your knees. He pumped himself a few times before he let her take charge. Both of her hands pumped him at the same time, as she sucked and licked the red head.

"Mmh- __ I'm about to come" he warned, and then stilled as he emptied himself on your tongue. A few drops escaped the corners of her lips but she promptly caught them with her fingers, cleaning them too. Hyunjin moaned and sighed, having to lean back on the wall to support himself.

Before any of them could say anything, they heard a loud knock on the door. They both stood straight up, and got dressed and presentable as best they could.

Hyunjin hurried her to hide in one of the stalls, but without even hearing her out he forced her and said to "trust him". So she picked one and closed the door behind herself, listening.

She heard footsteps and then the door unlock, and then some voices.

"Sorry man, I think I might've closed it by accident." Hyunjin spoke, with his usual cool demeanor. She didn't hear him anymore so she assumed that he was gone. But she saw some elegant shoes going for a bathroom stall next to yours, so you waited until the man was in and then escaped from the men's bathroom.

She were about to search up the phone to call an Uber, since that was gonna definitely be the end of the night, but a am leaning against the corridor wall made her stop.

"I thought you'd left me there" her words were supposed to be a joke, but came out more embarrassing than anything. He leaned back from the wall and started to walk towards you.

"I would never." he answers, seriously "Would you like me to call you and Uber? I don't have my own car tonight so I can't take you home."

She smiled shyly. "We can share on if you'd like." she offered. He smiled at her and nodded, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

"Then, if it's okay with you, I'd like to ask for your number." he said. She nodded, with a big smile of her own.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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The wukongs having mac as there mate/friend is definetly a canon event

Also what would nezha react to his own counterparts? Would he even meet them?

haha Canon Event goth mate/bestie XD

Nezha already has anough headaches dealing with multiple Sun Wukongs, now there's more of himself??

Nezha at the very least gets along well with his younger and girl counterparts from the different cartoon series. He's a little confused why the 2000s cartoon!Nezha/Nata is female, but he's not looking into it. They all bond over their respective Monkey King stories and fear of disappointing their bio dad. LMK!Nezha quickly finds himself being the babysitter to a lot of them.

But the gremlin from the Ne Zha (2019) film? LMK!Nezha is close to pulling his hair out. 2019!Nezha is like Red Boy 2.0 without Red's quiet moments; demonic, moody, on fire, and will def kick his older self in the groin when annoyed. Eventually LMK and 2019 Nezhas end up bonding after a rough fight over their respective feelings of being treated as weapons rather than kids. 2019!Nezha begrudingly admits that LMK!Nezha is kinda cool, for a celestial that is. LMK!Nezha later has a mental blue screen when he learns that 2019!Nezha and Ao Bing are both only three years old??? Is the dragon using a gotdang glamour?

Also apparently a version of Nezha appears in the Hero is Back video game. They sassy af towards Sun Wukong for kicking their butt at Flower Fruit Mountain, and has been trying for a rematch since - but HeroIsBack!SWK thinks Nezha's just a kid playing a game.

Heck might be the same gremlin Nezha we know from the 2019 film with a glamour on. Not sure about the canon of this one since 2019!Nezha and HeroIsBack!SWK have interacted in crossover adverts before.

HeroIsBack!SWK/"Dasheng", looking at 2019!Nezha: "Hey squirt, when did you get shrunk?" 2019!Nezha: >:( *starts biting*

Yunxiang is a different ballpark of emotions all together; cus he's already got beef with his previous incarnation for killing Ao Bing and making sh*t harder for him, and now all these versions of his past life are just hanging around? And most of them are kids??? And why is there so many monkeys!? He needs to lie down for a moment or he's gonna have to fight someone.

So yeah, the multi-dimensional Nezha gang aren't having a lot of fun, but luckily LMK!Nezha is a responsible teenager (?) who's used to handling toddlers on fire.

#wukongverse #lego monkie kid #nezha #lmk nezha #nezha 2019 #new gods nezha reborn #journey to the west: legends of the monkey king #legends of nezha #nezha conquers the dragon king #crossovers #li yunxiang

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thelittleblubie · 2 months

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A Cookie's Melody.......

@pinkvaquita........ I decided to make this a Crackfic of some sorts if you don't mind....... The leading idea was too funny to ignore.... Also, don't mind the sh/tty poem..... I tried my best to make it sound like a poem Shadow Milk Cookie would write... And as much as I want to make it longer, I decided to make it have 6 lines max cuz I feel like 4 won't be enough for Shadow Milk Cookie to write for Hollow Flora Cookie

It was another tranquil day at the Cookie Kingdom as Hollow Flora Cookie was just roaming around the castle with some Sugar Gnomes as he was bored out of his head as he had done his daily duties earlier than he had expected

All of them had noticed his boredom as one had perked up to suggest, "Sire, Sire! Why don't we visit the Blueberry Birds today?"

"Hm..... Why yes.... I haven't seen them for the past few days now.... I'm sure that they'll be happy to see me. " Hollow Flora Cookie seemed to be pleased with the idea that he decided to pick up the pace when a shadow suddenly appeared right in front of him

.....!!!!

"Shadow Milk Cookie....." The Monarch sneered as the Sugar Gnomes shivered close to him

"If you thi-." Before he could finish, a hand-like shadow had placed a finger on his mouth as if to shush him while a couple other of the same shadow forms had slipped a light blue letter with a blue rose on his hand

Then, the shadow hands had retracted as the shadow mass retreated

'Ugh..... What does he want now?'. Hollow Flora Cookie thought as he looked down on the letter..... Knowing that Shadow Milk Cookie might send it back or send another if he did anything with it..... He decided to go back to his study to read it

.....

As soon as he settled on his chair, he decided to open a letter..... Only to be surprised with the confetti, glitter, and pop-ups that appeared from it

Even more annoyed with the sudden surprise, he then focused on the writing on it after sweeping away some glitter off of his face

"As I sit here in darkness,

With nothing but a lonely violin at hand

Any melodies played would never compare

To the brilliant and heartfelt tunes

That you produce that is only made perfect

With those elegant and serene movements of yours"

'💢💢💢💢'......."A-Ah..... so this is what you went through the trouble of sending..... Shadow Milk Cookie" Hollow Flora Cookie muttered irritatingly as he crumpled the letter and left it to burn in the fireplace as he pulled a "🖕" up where on a corner of his study's ceiling as if he knew Shadow Milk Cookie was watching

It was the 17th time this week

......

Somewhere in the darkness, a light chuckle can be heard

"Hehe hehe...... It doesn't matter how many times I have to send you those letters, my little Berry-Bear~..... I'll make sure I'll get you back on our side again~"

......

Okay, gonna go now.........*Returns to the depths of wence I came*

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk ocs #crk x oc #hollow flora cookie #shadow milk cookie

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tastybluesprite · 6 months

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Practice (Blue Lock)

YAY!! FINALLY WROTE FOR THESE TWO!!! I love Sae so much 😭 I also feel bad for him that he has to deal with Shidou lmao.

Warnings: Cursing, this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling

Summery: Saes had enough of Shidous antics. Unfortunately there isn’t much he can do about it.

Sae Itoshi was going to kill Ryusei Shidou.

He decided he wanted to give him a very painful death and swore he’d follow through with it when he could. Why, may you ask? Well it all started from an incident that lead him into a downright humiliating situation.

“Sae-Sae pleeeeeaseee???” Shidou whined playfully.

“No.” Sae replied for the millionth time. The grumpy tone telling how fed up he was.

“But Sae-Sae I wanna practice with you!!!” Shidou cried, still following the pink haired prodigy around the field.

The U-20 team had another practice session for the upcoming match against the Blue Lock team, and Sae Itoshi finally agreed to join a practice. But only because he was on the team now for a while, and felt he needed to know who he had to work with. Certainly not because of Shidou. Definitely not. Not in a million years. Maybe…

“Stop with that nickname already! And would you give it a rest?! I’m not practicing with you right now. I’d rather just practice on my own. Juts fuck off.”

Shidou pouted at that.

“Well you’re no fun…” he said with disappointment, reaching to poke him in the ribs.

“Hnhg!”

….

Wait…

“Itoshi Sae what the fuck was that?” Shidou asked with a sly grin, taking notice how he had brought his hand to his side, possibly as a lame form of protection.

“N-nothing. Go away. Leave me alone!” Sae demanded, trying to regain the last bit of composure and pride he had left.

Shidou just smirked.

Sae looked back at him into his eyes almost as if to say, you better fucking not.

Suddenly the two had broke off into a full on chase. Saes legs were working over time today and he hated it.

The team soon took notice as they watched Shidou chasing Sae around the field.

“Wonder what’s got them so riled up?” Oliver Aiku commented as he finally noticed them, watching the two play chase.

Shidou seemed to be gaining on him, but Sae prided himself on being extremely quick and agile.

That is unless he forgot to tighten his shoe lace… which had in fact come complete undone during their little chase scene.

Just like that his agility went out the window, and Sae had fallen flat on his face.

He turned around to stand up. Before he could get up however, a massive weight had fallen on top of him, making him fall on his back, therefore keeping him straddled at the waist by Shidou on the damp and grassy ground of the field.

Unfortunately Shidou was a lot bigger and stronger than Sae could dream of becoming, so simply pushing him off was pretty much off the table. Regardless that didn’t stop his pride from trying to do just that. But it was futile no matter how much strength he put into his shoves.

“Where ya goin Sae-Sae?” Shidou teased, clearly not effected by the defense.

“Sh-Shidou get the fuck off!!” Sae protested, when he had nothing left. Getting angry was his last line of defense to try keeping his pride.

Shidou unfortunately had a counteract for that too.

“So, Sae… are you ticklish? Shidou asked with an evil grin.

“N-No!”

Crap, he said that way too fast.

“Then why’d ya run? Hmm~?”

“Because you’re annoying!”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

Well shit he got him there…

Without further ado, Shidou began wiggling his fingers up and down the pink haired boys sides.

Sae could do nothing but suppress his reactions, keeping his mouth sealed shut as he still continued to push at Shidou. If he was going down he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Awe Cmon Sae-Sae don’t resist~ I already know you’re ticklish now so what’s the point? Well you could hide it for now… but it’s all fun in games till I find a partICKLulary bad spot~”

That damn bastard. He knew he was just trying to rule him up. Sae would rather kill himself than admit that stupid little pun almost made him break.

Suddenly however, Shidou next found a spot on his ribs. He just had to go for the ribs. The giggles finally overflowed.

“Sh-shihihihit!!!!” Sae cried, squirming around more vigorously as he pointlessly tried pulling his hands off him.

“Awwww there it is!” Shidou said with a wide grin of pure, gleeful satisfaction. Encouraged now, he dug into his ribs, pressing in between each groove as Saes laughter filled the air.

A bunch of other team mates had taken notice and stared in awe as they watched the usually stoic and clam prodigy squealing and laughing right there on the ground as he squirmed and writhed helplessly under Shidou.

“Should… we go help them?” One of them asked, sounding conflicted between concern and amusement.

“Nah~” Oliver Aiku said with a playfully lazy tone. “Little sir genius other there is probably just getting what he deserves.“

On their end however, Sae was having a not so easy time.

“SH-SHIHIHIDOHOHOU WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!!”

Sae had convulsed and threw his head back into loud cackles, as Shidous hands went around and found a spot on the back of his topmost rib.

“Uh-oh~ is this spot sensitive for you~?” Shidou teased with a smirk.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHUU- NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

As soon as he said that, Shidou decided screw it and went right for his armpits.

Sae wildly kicked out his legs from behind Shidou, arching his back and clamping his arms tightly, despite that not doing anything to help.

“FIHIHIHINE!!! FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHILL PRAHAHAHACTIHIHCE WIHIHIHITH YOHOHOHOU!!!!”

Shidous expression brightened. “Awe you mean that Sae-Sae?”

Sae would’ve replied. That is, if not for the fact that his laughter had gone hysterically silent.

Shidou realized this, because he had stopped his hands, pulling them out.

Sae Itoshi, usually the most cool, calm, and collected out of most, was a mess. His face was red from being flustered and laughing so hard, his usually tamed hair was all messy now, and residue giggles were still leaking out of his mouth.

“Fuhuhuuck I hahate yohou…” Sae groaned, rubbing away at his overexcited nerves.

“Yeah sure you do Sae-Sae…” Shidou grinned, grinning as he poked at the pink heads cheek.

Shidou then held out a hand. “Well? Are we gonna practice or not.” He asked with a knowing grin.

Sae, finally gaining his composure back, accepted the hand.

“Yeah sure. But only on the condition that you don’t get too overexcited. It’s exhausting.”

He got up to see the whole team staring at the two.

Right. First he was going to have to think of a really good excuse to spare himself the embarrassment of teases from the entire team. Ryusei Shidou was so fucking dead.

#sprite🥤#tickling #tickle fic #blue lock #blue lock manga #blue lock u20 #blue lock sae #blue lock shidou #sae itoshi #ryusei shidou #blue lock tickling #lee!sae #ler!shidou #ticklish!sae #ryusae #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic

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mariana-oconnor · 8 months

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The Abbey Grange pt 3

I'm fairly confident I've pieced this one together correctly. I'm a little annoyed that it appears that Lady Brackenhall didn't do it herself, but I suppose I'll allow it. I feel confident that she could have done it herself, though, had the narrative allowed her to.

...our door was opened to admit as fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it. He was a very tall young man, golden-moustached, blue-eyed, with a skin which had been burned by tropical suns, and a springy step which showed that the huge frame was as active as it was strong.

I stg, every time Watson describes someone in this story he gets hornier. 'As fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it.' Put your tongue back in your mouth.

He's looking respectfully.

I've always thought that how horny literally every version of Watson seems to be was just exaggerated, but no. Reading/rereading these as an adult shows me that Watson is exactly that horny on main.

And by 'on main' I mean 'in a widely distributed publication'.

"I know so much already that if you go one inch off the straight I'll blow this police whistle from my window and the affair goes out of my hands for ever.” The sailor thought for a little. Then he struck his leg with his great, sun-burned hand. “I'll chance it,” he cried. “I believe you are a man of your word, and a white man, and I'll tell you the whole story."

First, the captain's kinda racist, I guess.

Second, this is an exact template of what not to do when being interviewed regarding a crime you have committed. Never believe that they know everything. Never agree to tell them anything. Say nothing.

Captain Croker is kind of an idiot.

But then, given the racism, we already knew that.

"So far as I am concerned I regret nothing and I fear nothing, and I would do it all again and be proud of the job."

This is also exactly what you should not say in this situation. He's just determined to be a waking talking exemplar of what not to do, I guess. And he's doing a great job of it.

"...many a time since have I kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed the deck of that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it."

That seems unsanitary. Sir, please desist.

Is this why they transferred you to another ship? So people would stop coming across you licking the deck? People walk on that. Sir. Sir, please.

This is yet another example of things you shouldn't do. Just in case you were wondering.

If you want to kiss her feet and you're both into that, go for it. But don't just, like... kiss the dirty deck of a ship where hundreds of people have walked because she walked there. Not only is it unhygienic, it's kind of stalkery.

Yeah.... no.

This guy is giving unhinged vibes.

"One day out in a country lane I met Theresa Wright, her old maid. She told me about her, about him, about everything."

Theresa 100% knew what she was doing here. There is no way she looked at this guy literally kissing the ground Mary walked on and didn't realise that he would be down to murder. Theresa wins the prize here. Excellently executed. Get the dumb stalker to kill the abusive husband. A+ work. She deserves a raise.

"This drunken hound, that he should dare to raise his hand to her whose boots he was not worthy to lick!"

Was not expecting to tick off 'foot fetish' on my Sherlock Holmes bingo card, but there we go.

"Theresa was always my friend, for she loved Mary and hated this villain almost as much as I did. From her I learned the ways of the house."

My dude, my dude. Theresa fucking played you.

"At first she would not open to me, but in her heart I know that now she loves me, and she could not leave me in the frosty night."

That's a really quick turn around from 'it was only friendship for her and I was happy with it' to 'I know she loves me now'.

"Theresa was as cool as ice, and it was her plot as much as mine."

It was all her plan. I bet she made sure the husband was awake at the right time.

"...since she was trying hard to shield him and so showing that she loved him."

Really? Was she though?

"See here, Captain Croker, we'll do this in due form of law. You are the prisoner. Watson, you are a British jury, and I never met a man who was more eminently fitted to represent one."

I guess Watson has enough horniness in him for 12 people.

I mean, I don't have a problem with the guy being allowed to go free, the victim literally burned a puppy alive. Also, I'm pretty sure he was manipulated into being there at the right time. Because there's no way a maid who has been frequently mentioned to be really good at her job, just blurts out her mistress's private business to a guy they met on a boat in the middle of the road. She knew what she was doing. And the husband just happened to come along?

"Come back to this lady in a year, and may her future and yours justify us in the judgment which we have pronounced this night.”

I note that this is as much of a 'happily ever after' as we get for this story. I choose to believe Mary had already moved on in a year and had given up the pretence of being in love with him.

But I am cynical, as we have previously discussed.

#Letters from Watson #The Abbey Grange #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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eliasiis · 1 year

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Hello (*´ー｀*) just wanna say first that your fics are adorable and such a blast to read~

It was only a matter of time before I would also ask for a fic, while your taking suggestions—(feel free to skip this tho if you have other things to do!)

Something for either Xiao, Scara or maybe Albedo? I need to see my small beans break character and just laugh, you can write them however you want. And I will draw something based of what you write ^^ (sounds like a collab but it’s literally a trade I think _φ(･_･

SO. first things first. i got TWO asks for lee albedo not including this one. so i thought.... why not just use all of them right?? BTW. this was SO fun to write i am FOAMJNG at the mouth i love albedo so hard

btw pt 2. this plot was ENTIRELY brought to me by @duckymcdoorknob ur a real one for this frfr.

cold

established kaebedo

word count: 1.4k

Kaeya's teeth are chattering. He wraps his arms around himself, curling up in his seat.

"B-Bedo... This potion will be incredibly useful, but... D-Don't you think we could light a fire? Just for a moment?" He asks. His voice comes out stuttery and slow as the violent chill seeps further into his skin.

Albedo doesn't spare him a glance. "Not yet. There's an incredibly high chance that that could ruin this potion, and we've gotten so far already." Normally, Kaeya admires Albedo's utter disregard for his surroundings when he's working, but now that he himself is part of those surroundings, he feels more like a victim to that trait more than anything else.

Capped potion bottles and books with purely theoretical material jnside are strewn across Albedo's desk and the ground. Some have an icy blue fluid inside, fizzing with cryo energy while others mainly have leftover particles or are just empty. The torches that surround them are tempting him to just get up and light one, but Kaeya knows how important this is to Albedo. And besides, he's never been one to shy away from a challenge.

"I want you to put cryo essence in this bottle for me." Without looking away from the book he has in his other hand, Albedo holds up yet another potion bottle to him. One thing Kaeya does notice is that Albedo's hands are shaking as well. When he looks at his lover's face, he notices that his nose and cheeks are significantly more red than the rest of his skin.

Cute is the first word to come to mind, but the others are a strange satisfaction that the cold still gets to Albedo as much as it does Kaeya. "Essence? I'm afraid I don't understand, love."

Albedo's eyes turn to Kaeya before he bothers to move his head in kind. "Watch," He looks unamused, but not annoyed. "This is geo essence."

From Albedo's hands sprout many small orange dots in the air. Kaeya can sense the power radiating from them, but nothing about it other than it's orange-y hue and easily sensed power would tell Kaeya that it's geo essence.

Kaeya is not ashamed to admit that he isn't entirely sure how to do that.

"How do I...?"

"Sh. Look." Albedo takes Kaeya's hand, holding the backside with his own and opening his shaking fingers all the way with the others. "Take your gloves off."

Kaeya hesitates. Underneath these gloves are burn scars from when...

But it's Albedo, isn't it?

Kaeya takes off his glove, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. His hands get colder and they shake much more, but Albedo doesn't comment on that nor the burn scars.

But he does look up at Kaeya with an expression that can almost be mistaken for pity. Kaeya isn't sure what it really is, subtly written underneath that inexpressive face, but he knows that Albedo is not one for pity. But doesn't he also know that Albedo would jump at the chance to question every little unknown thing about Kaeya?

It comforts him a little that his Bedo knows him well enough not to ask.

"Here, just... I'm not sure how to explain this to you. It comes so easily to me," Albedo says. His voice is softer than the uncaring, 'working' one from before. "You usually use your vision for combat, so... Try thinking about it in a sense other than as a weapon,"

Kaeya doesn't know what that means. Despite that, Albedo gives him a precious, hopeful look and he can't deny such a cute face. His hands move slowly and he squints when he tries to 'think about it in a sense other than as a weapon,' but eventually...

Icy, nearly-white particles fall from his hands. It's far less graceful than when Albedo did it, but he's still done it. However, that made his hands far more cold and his fingers are really starting to hurt.

" 'Bedo. How about that fire?" He asks, a nervous smirk plastered to his face. But Albedo is so concentrated on his work that he's already ceased listening.

Kaeya decides he's had enough. He knows something that will warm his hands right up, and by Archons will he do it.

Pulling his chair closer to Albedo's, he snakes his hands under his shirt and nuzzles his cold nose into his neck.

"A-Ah-! Kaeya, that's cold-!" Albedo yelps, almost dropping the bottle when he flinches. He sets the bottle back down on the desk, clasping his hands over the ones under his shirt.

"Hmm? Is it? My, my. That must be awful, hm?" Kaeya grins, nuzzling further while his hands travel further up in search of more warmth than his alchemist can give him.

"K-Kh! Don't, aahh..!" Albedo's doubled over now. One hand grasps at Kaeya's while the other goes to his face, not doing a great job at hiding his smile.

Wait.

His smile?

Oh, that's priceless. Absolutely wonderful, Kaeya has just dug up gold.

It doesn't escape his notice that his lover is blushing, either- And not just from the cold, if the way his voice cracks in his flustered protests says anything about it. "Kaeya, I'm B-Busy, Don't do this now-"

"Don't do what now? I'm cold, pretty boy. Can you blame me?" Kaeya's sly grin surely becomes obvious just in his teasing tone. He takes it a step further, curling one finger and dragging it up and down the alchemist's side.

Albedo curls up further, squirming so much that he gives Kaeya an opening to lift him by the waist and place him in his lap. " 'Bedo, darling~ It's just so cold, what else would you have me do?"

Albedo covers his face with both hands, gasping with quiet, badly held back giggles all the while squirming left to right. "Nnhnhn- Mmph,,! Kaeya! I have to wohork! You, you can't-! Mmhmhm..!!" He tries to curl up as far as he possibly can but it's no secret that Kaeya is far stronger than him and just pulls him back where he wants him.

"I can't what? I'm only trying to warm up a little bit, love." Kaeya's smirk is so fond even while teasing his poor boyfriend. Rather than running just one finger up and down those poor, poor sides of his, Kaeya opts to hold him close to his chest while spidering over his stomach instead.

Immediately, the dam breaks, and Albedo's sweet, soft laughter spills from his lips. "Kaeyahahaaa!" He whines, arching his back into Kaeya's hands, but all this does is bring his hand closer to that sensitive spot. "I-I hahahave to wohohork! Mmhm,,! No, no, h-hold on- eek..!!!" He drops his hands to push at Kaeya's, now pinching and massaging at his hips. There's absolutely no pattern to the way he does it and the electric, ticklish feeling makes Albedo's thoughts feel like they're shutting down and racing too fast all at once.

Albedo hadn't even known he was ticklish. He hadn't known, also, that he... Wouldn't be so opposed to the feeling.

"Oh? Do you? I'm sorry, this doesn't tickle, does it? I didn't even notice! You're ticklish here, 'Bedo?" Kaeya lowers his hands further to squeeze and pinch at Albedo's inner thighs, chuckling along with him when his sweet, soft giggling jumps to something more happy, loud and precious as he shakes with laughter.

"Ah-! Ehehe,!! P-Plehehease!" Albedo doesn't even know what he's pleading for, really. He does know, though, that this is such a delightful, freeing feeling despite the fact that Kaeya's tickling hands are freezing and attacking him in places that he's sure will kill him. He gasps between bouts of desperate laughter and grabs at Kaeya's hands, though makes no real attempt to stop him.

"Mhmhm~ What a pretty laugh you have... You'll let me hear more of it, won't you?" Kaeya starts pressing light, soft kisses to Albedo's neck and laughs into it as he scrunches his shoulders and squeaks, squeals mixing with unmistakably elated laughter. Only when Albedo really starts pushing at his hands does he stop.

Albedo melts into his chest, still giddily smiling. Kaeya wraps both arms around his alchemist's waist, pulling him up to face him.

"About that fire...?" He asks, to which Albedo just nods. Before he stands to light a fire, Kaeya presses a soft kiss to his darling's lips. When Albedo's arms wrap around his neck, he skitters his fingers just at the bottom of his stomach. "We should test out where else you're ticklish, hm?"

#hmhmgmkrgrjggm.#HSHDNNFMGNFMG.#i.... LOVE ALBEDO SO MUCH #albedo #kaeya #lee albedo #ler kaeya #tickle fic #my fics #genshin impact

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Avatar - Stress Test (Tickle Fic)

Kinda-sorta written for @trrickytickle but also for me 😆

“Ugh; I don’t have time for this shit,” Trudy Chacon grumbled.

The ace RDA combat and transport pilot sat uncomfortably on a periwinkle blue medical bed on Pandora’s research bay. She’d already been measured and weighed and fidgeted around as Dr. Grace Augustine looked into her throat, and her sunglasses did little to hide her annoyed expression. This room…the coolness bothered her. She’d always preferred warmer climates and was much more at home on the field of battle than in a cramped doctor’s office with the AC turned up too high. It didn’t help that she was wearing her tank top and beige hiking shorts for the exam, but she still kept her boots on for the moment.

“It’s only a few minutes once every six months; I think you’ll live,” Grace remarked. She brushed a strand of faded red hair aside and marked something on her digital clipboard.

“Should you really be smoking if you’re doin’ this, doc?” laughed Trudy. Grace said nothing and merely inhaled through her nose before stamping out her cigarette. “I’m not even in the Avatar program.”

“No, but you are piloting advanced helicopters at 200mph in an atmosphere humans generally can’t breathe in. So it’s kind of important.”

In truth, that wasn’t the reason Trudy hated getting physicals. The stethoscope made her jump. Her head involuntarily wiggled when the otoscope touched her inner ear…that was a little too sensitive. But when Grace stretched her arm out and removed a blood pressure cuff, her hand gently grazed the skin just slightly under Trudy’s armpit, which caused the army girl to shudder and bite her lip in a helpless grin. A giggly snort escaped Trudy’s nostrils as she flinched, and to her embarrassment, her reflex exasperated the doctor. Grace hung her head for a moment before glancing sternly back at her patient.

“Are we really going to do this again?” she asked. (If a smoke wasn’t going to cut it, she at least felt the need to jab a toothpick in her mouth.)

“No,” Trudy blurted out insistently. “I can do this. Come on.”

The pilot leaned back, her black ponytail brushing against the pillow, and breathed deeply. Nothing was worse than this part.

Her tank top lifted up. Ugh, just get it over with…

Her whole body tensed. Dr. Augustine’s hands bent into terrible claws, pointed right at her…

All ten of Grace’s sharp fingers jabbed deep into the soldier’s belly…

…and squeezed.

No…no! Don’t giggle! Trudy was thrashing already. The cot squeaked and creaked underneath her.

“VVV-VVVVFFFF, Hhhhhhaha! URRRGH!!”

It was those damn nails…Dr. Augustine’s weren’t long or pointed, but they were just barely sharp enough to burrow agonizingly into the skin of Trudy’s tummy. They were grabbing, wiggling their tips and pressing hard on every inch of her abdomen, moving like big spiders.

“Heheh-Heheh; Heheh-Huhuh Heh! Sh-hit, that tickles; Heh-Heh Heh-Heh!”

“You see? This is why I like plants more than people. They don’t laugh when I do this.”

Why, Trudy wondered, did she have to touch everywhere? Above her hip-bones…her sides…oh god, not underneath the ribs… The sunglasses weren’t just to look cool; Trudy couldn’t bear to look in Dr. Augustine’s eyes. Not when she was tickling her like this. Every prod made the soldier girl jump and want to curl up in a little ball.

“HEH-Hn; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! Ckkkggghn, Hnhn!! Gahh, this suhucks!! Hn! I-hit…ffff…it is soho hard not to la-haugh, Huhuh-Huh!”

Despite a thick, multi-layered hide of snark and superiority, deep down, Grace caught herself admitting that this whole thing was a bit funny. Watching a hardened military fighter pilot giggle like a schoolgirl…Grace was frustrated, but it almost made her smile. At least, for a moment.

Trudy felt a terrible grip from a hand’s full set of fingers, all five, chomping down in that tender area just between her hip and her inner thigh, and she couldn’t help it…she yelped loudly and flailed around on the cot, and her boot connected with Grace’s knee before either could think. There was an unbearable pause while Grace groaned in pain…now she was annoyed.

“Ugh…if you don’t hold still,” the doctor ordered, “I’m gonna have to make you.”

Uh-oh. A jolt of fear reverberated up Trudy’s back. Not that…not again… she’d experienced that before and knew what it was like. Her wrists and ankles strapped down to the examination table, unable to move while the doctor’s hands probed her every soft spot…Grace always seeming to take as long and go as slow as possible, just to punish her…always giving her an extra reflex test on her feet…the thought filled the shuddering Trudy with dread as she struggled to hold in her laugh. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Dr. Augustine smiling at her. Two fingers were rubbing slowly in little circles just below her liver…

“PfffVVN!! Hnhn-Hn!! F-HUH-huck, no, stohop it!” she cackled furiously. Her raspy voice crackled with tomboyish energy. It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from spazzing out.

“Oh, get a grip; this doesn’t tickle that bad,” Grace said, almost teasing her, now unable to hide the grin on her face. She was trying not to laugh herself.

God, why is this taking so long?! Trudy was really struggling now. Her stomach bounced and heaved. She slapped the cot. Her eyes were squeezed so tight she could see the swirling colors of the Pandoran oceans in their lids. But as soon as Trudy sneezed out another forced gasp of laughter…it stopped. The constantly-pulsing room around her slowed to a standstill, and the splotches of color stinging her eyes faded. Her tummy ached from all of her constant wiggling, but the abdominal exam was finally over.

“This isn’t going to be a problem, is it? Hmm? You know if screw up my results, I’ll have to start over…” Grace said, visibly stifling a chuckle of her own.

“*whew*…ugh…gimme a sec…just gimme a sec…” Trudy was positively giddy from the tickle torture.

After a brief moment to recuperate, the pilot soldiered through the rest of it as normal. No issues with her nose or finger reflexes, nor any reactions when the little orange hammer smacked her in the knee. (Though she did chuckle a bit when Dr. Augustine traced the hammer along the back of her knees.) Before she knew it, it was finished.

“Alright, you know the drill; come back in another six months.” Grace’s tone was her usual brand of icy, but a little twinkle of mischief didn’t go unnoticed. Trudy was still trying to catch her breath. Tiny rivulets of sweat dotted her flushed back…she was worn out.

“Heh-Heh…you at least gonna take me to dinner first next time?” she scoffed.

“Just be grateful I don’t show the log video of your check-ups to your meathead squadmates,” Dr. Augustine replied with a devious smirk, hand on her hip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know how ticklish you are.”

Trudy blushed a little and angrily huffed a strand of hair out of her face. As she sat up, her lighter clicked open and a cigarette popped into her mouth.

“Yeah, screw you, doc.”

Half-serious and half-joking, Trudy stood and walked out as fast as her feet would carry her.

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