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strang3lov3 · 7 months

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Bath & Body Works

Mall Rats 2! Can be read alone. But if you want-- read Mall Rats 1 here

Summary: You'll drag Joel kicking and screaming into your bubble bath if it's the last thing you do.

A/N: I am stoked about this one!

Warnings: smut, fingering, handjobs, oral sex (f receiving), rubber ducky, joel is extra cranky, dirty talk, forced bubble bath with a grumpy old man, soapy tiddies, rubber duckies, country apple scented bubble baths

WC: 3.2k

You’re going through your bag of goodies from your first trip to the mall with Joel. You’ve got your undies and bras from Victoria’s Secret, along with some candles and stuff from Bath and Body Works.

You would have picked out more, but Joel was throwing a bitch fit about how you were taking too long to pick out body sprays and whatnot.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…just fuckin’ pick one already. They all smell like chemicals and girl. I’m gettin’ a migraine.”

“From all the smells?”

“No. You.” You ignored him and searched for body wash to match your body sprays and lotions. “C’mon. Shake a leg, sweetheart.”

“I need body wash. I can’t find it.”

“Here” Joel grabbed a random ass bottle, shoved it in your bag, wrapped his hand around your forearm and dragged your ass out of Bath and Body Works. “It’s all the same shit anyway.”

Now you’re pulling out that random ass bottle of what Joel had deemed as the same shit as body wash. And it’s not the same shit. At all.

Relaxing Bath Bubbles

Country Apple

Awh, shit. Guess you’re about to give Joel another migraine.

You walk over to his house and knock on his door, your backpack full of your Bath and Body Works goodies. Rubber duckies too. You snagged them from a broken claw machine in the mall.

Knock knock knock knock knock

“Joel, open up.”

You knock some more. Joel opens the door clad in nothing but plaid boxers, his eyes squinting and his hair wild. “The fuck do you want?”

“Need to use your bathroom,” you say. “Now. It’s an emergency.”

Joel raises an eyebrow. “Why? You know what, I don’t wanna know. Just make it quick.”

He’s perplexed, but he leads you to his ensuite bathroom anyway. He says Ellie’s bathroom downstairs is heinous. You enter the bathroom and shut the door, and Joel lays on his bed as he scribbles in his book of crossword puzzles.

The first thing you notice about Joel’s bathroom is how nice it is. Spacious, a deep and wide circular inset bathtub. How he scored this, you don’t know. You strip, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor then fill up the tub with hot water. You toss your duckies in the water, dump some Country Apple bubble bath in the tub and watch the bubbles emerge, then light your Bath and Body Works candles and turn out the lights.

The water is soothing and the bubbles smell nice. You lean back in the tub and relax, watching your little rubber duckies float through the bubbles.

Only when half an hour goes by does Joel realize something’s up. He’s been stuck on his puzzle for the last ten minutes and completely forgot that you’re in the bathroom. He shuts his crossword puzzle book in frustration, sets it on his nightstand and turns out the light in his room.

The flicker of your candles through the cracks of the bathroom door catches his eye. Confused, he decides to investigate. He’s about to knock on the door when he hears a splash.

Joel doesn’t have time for this. He barges in to find you soaking in his tub, surrounded by candles and rubber ducks. He looks like he’s gonna have a conniption fit.

“Oh, finally,” you say excitedly. “Been waiting for you.”

Irritated doesn’t even begin to describe the expression on Joel’s face at how shockingly cavalier you are about bathing in his tub. “The fuck are you doing in here?”

“Using your bathroom.”

“You said it was an emergency.”

“Correct,” you reach for the bottle of apple scented bubble bath and toss it to Joel. “Emergency indeed.”

“We need to go over what constitutes an emergency, then. Because this shit is not an emergency. Not in the slightest.”

“It is, actually,” you counter. “That’s bubble bath. Not body wash. They are not the same.”

Joel looks at you and he’s not sure which of you has a screw loose, but clearly something’s not right here. You fill one of your rubber duckies with water and squirt him on his tummy “The fuck is the matter with you?” he snaps. Joel snatches the toy from your hand and tosses it behind you, so you fill another ducky with water and squirt him again. “Get your ass out of my tub and go home.”

“Take it up with Tommy. My tub’s broken. He said he’d fix it but he never did. He said to use yours.”

“Tommy did not say that.”

“You weren’t there. You don’t know.”

“You know what? M’not doing this. Out. Now,” Joel takes a step forward and reaches his arm through the bathwater to find the drain stopper. You grab hold of his arm, biting your bottom lip as you smile mischievously. Joel glares at you. “Don’t.”

You squeeze his forearm tighter and pull with all of your might. Joel tumbles forward into the bath, water splashes over the edge of the tub and floods the floor below. Joel emerges from the water gasping. “God bless it,” and pushes his hair out of his face, then wipes his eyes and turns to you. The look on his face pierces daggers right through you.

In a ballsy move, before he can stand up and step out of the tub, you slide over and sit your ass on his lap. You lean back to force him against the edge of the tub. “That’s better,” you say. “Need you to be my pillow. Your tub’s uncomfortable as fuck.”

“Not gonna be your anything. Get the fuck out of my tub or so help me god I will–”

“Joel, shut up. I’m trying to relax. And you should too, because you’re kind of a crankerpuss.”

Joel scowls. “Do not call me that.”

“Well, you’re being very hostile right now.”

Oh, he’ll show you hostile alright. You don’t know the first thing about hostility. Joel’s about to pick you up and throw your ass out of the–

Nope. Bad idea.

It’ll make an even bigger mess on the floor. You’re not worth the water damage. And then you’ll slip and fall, crack your skull open and there’ll be blood everywhere. Hiding the body will be Joel’s next step and he’s not in the mood for that. And of course, inevitably, you’ll knock over one of your candles and set Joel’s bathroom ablaze.

So Joel shimmies off his boxers and tosses them over the edge of the tub. They land with a wet plop. He leans back with you still on his lap, accepting his fate as your human pillow.

“Isn’t this nice?” you ask sweetly.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Shut up.”

So you quiet down and settle against Joel’s torso as best you can. Except as the minutes pass, he still won’t relax. He’s stiff as a board. His hands are in fists, resting on either side of his thighs. He’s practicing his deep breaths and going over the serenity prayer in his head. Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

“You seem tense,”

“Mm,” Joel says. “Wonder why. What a mystery this is. I’m stumped, truly.”

“You tend to run hot. You know. Short fuse,”

“You tend to drive me fuckin’ nuts,” he counters. You scoop up some bubbles in your hand, and Joel grabs your wrist and shoves it back underwater. “Knock it off. S’not playtime.”

You turn so you’re facing Joel and straddled on his thighs. You lift up on your knees, reaching behind Joel to grab a couple of towels. You drive him nuts, but at least he’s getting a nice view of your soapy tits. Pros and cons.

You fold the towel and set it behind Joel to support and cushion his neck. “Is this nicer?” you ask.

“It’d be nice if you weren’t here. See enough of ya already.”

“Get used to it,” you reply. “Got a whole lotta mall left to explore.”

“Don’t remind me.”

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you reach for a rag and a bar of soap and begin to lather it. You lift Joel’s arm up and begin scrubbing his skin gently.

“Quit it,” he snaps, yanking the rag from you. “Washed earlier.”

Your feelings are a little hurt and you frown. “I’m trying to be nice.”

“Don’t need you to be nice to me. Need you to get out of my house. Now finish your bath.”

You grab the bar of soap again, this time without the rag. You lather it between your hands and reach for Joel’s arm once more, this time putting more emphasis on massaging him and less on cleaning.

This, he seems more receptive to. He lets out a little sigh and his head falls back on the towel you folded for him. You massage down his arm, letting your fingers squeeze and work his biceps, then his forearm, the palm of his hand and even his fingers. Your hand accidentally nudges his half hard cock, but he doesn’t startle or move you away.

You’re thinking about his cock. You haven’t really seen it, hardly felt it. In a seamless transition, your hand leaves Joel’s and you reach between your bodies to play with his member. He grows hard with your touch, you can feel it. In your palm, he’s thick, heavy, and long. You trace your finger over the prominent vein that climbs up his length.

Joel sighs and reaches for your hand that’s working his shaft. “What are you doin’,” he sighs.

“Rub-a-dub-dubbing you.”

You think your eyes deceive you as a flicker of a smirk graces Joel’s face. It’s gone in an instant, but you saw it. You’ll have to alert the media.

“Charming,” he mumbles.

You continue massaging his member. You’re thankful that the bubble bath led you to this moment here with Joel, but disappointed that the bubbles are hindering your view. You slide your hand up and down, letting your thumb swipe over his swollen tip.

“Feel good?”

“S’good, honey. Yeah, so fuckin’ good. Keep it up.”

Joel’s leaning into it now. Melting like a candle. Eyes fluttered shut, lips slightly parted as a symphony of curses and pretty noises escape his mouth.

“Fuck, darlin’. Squeezin’ me s’good.”

His chest is rising and falling unsteadily. The flickering candlelight bounces off of his skin and gives his face a warm glow. He’s got both hands on the globes of your ass cheeks, sliding over the expanse of skin. Up your waist and down your thighs, loving every inch of your body.

You lean forward and hold onto his shoulder with your free hand while you stroke him with your other. You dip your head lower to kiss and nip at his jaw and neck. His skin is warm and fragrant like the bubble bath.

One of Joel’s hands slither between your bodies and he cups your mound. His fingers reach lower to trace lazy circles into your clit. You pump him faster as he plays with you, soft breaths and groans falling from his lips. “Y’got it, sweetheart. Just like that. Just like–ohh, fffuck.” He squeezes your ass tight as he finds his release, his body tensing and twitching under your touch. He lets out deep and guttural groans, music to your ears.

He’s coming down from his high, still mindlessly tracing your pussy with his thick fingers. You’re watching as his breathing slows. He’s finally relaxed. And they said it couldn’t be done!

And just then, one of your little rubber duckies floats between you and Joel. The duck wears a mischievous smile. It’s like it’s thinking what you’re thinking.

Subtly, oh so subtly, you reach for the ducky and squeeze it, then open your fist slightly and let it fill up. Joel’s eyes are still closed and he’s breathing peacefully as you hold the duck level with his face. You squeeze the ducky once more, and a thin stream of water squirts from the duck’s beak and onto Joel’s cheek. Got his ass.

Joel opens his eyes slowly, his previously soft expression now harsh and irritated. Joel reaches for the duck. “You squirt me with that thing one more time…” he takes it from your hand, “Watch what happens.”

You bite back a smile.

“Keep it up,” Joel growls. “Now sit back down and spread your legs. Water’s gettin’ cold.”

He’s got a soft spot for you, believe it or not. His brain is telling him to kick your country apple scented ass out the door, but his heart’s telling him to let you stay a while longer. He is a gentleman with principles, after all. A lady should always finish.

“Wider,” he says. “Open up.”

He uses his strong, masculine hands to grip your thighs and spread them apart, but he doesn’t have to do anything. You oblige to his request immediately. He toys with your clit, circling and swirling his fingers over the sensitive bud before dipping his middle finger inside of you and chuckling. “Hmm,” he hums. “Selective hearing.” “What?”

“Nothin’,” he mumbles. “Just think it’s funny how ya only listen t’me when you’ve got my hand or my cock between your thighs.”

You answer him with a soft moan and scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he pumps his finger inside you, feeling how warm and wet you are.

“So this is what it’s gonna take, hmm? To get you to be a good girl for me?”

“More,” you breathe.

Joel inserts a second finger and you gasp. “Jesus, girl. M’gonna get carpal tunnel tryna get you to behave yourself.”

“Carpal what-el?”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. S’nothin’.”

You whimper as his thumb swipes your clit and his fingers pump inside you. You hold his shoulders for stability as you grind your pelvis against his palm, rocking the water all over the place, over the tub. The waves bounce high and into Joel’s mouth, he’s annoyed as he spits out some bubbles. You may have overfilled the tub.

“Y’need to sit still,” he says. “Makin’ a goddamn mess.”

“Sorry,” you rasp.

But the splashing continues. Joel gets an idea then. He pulls his hand away from your core.

“No,” you whine. “Don’t stop, Joel, please–”

“Lookit that, usin’ your manners. Bein’ so nice,” Joel praises you. “You’re fine,” he coos softly. “Not goin’ anywhere. M’right here with you.”

Joel adjusts a few towels on the tile surrounding the tub, making a nice little bed for you. He lays you on the towel, watching as beads of water fall from your body and your legs dangle in the tub. He pulls you close, then licks one long stripe up your pussy.

“Yeah, that, keep doing that,” you beg.

“Not plannin’ on stoppin,” Joel chuckles, his low voice sending vibrations through your sex. “Gonna take my time with your sweet pussy.”

Joel does just that. He licks from bottom to top, top to bottom. He tastes every inch of you, from your slick folds to your clit and back down to your entrance. He flattens his tongue wide against you, lapping at your cunt and savoring the taste of your arousal. He loves the sinful, wet noises your pussy makes.

You tug on Joel’s wet strands of salt and pepper hair, pulling him as close as you can get him. “I know, gorgeous. I got ya,” he whispers.

Joel pushes two fingers inside you once more, this time curling them upward to find that sweet spot inside you. You kick your legs, splashing even more water than before. You’ve got an iron grip on his damp curls, twitching and shuddering with every flick of his tongue and sending water flying.

This whole eating you out to keep you from flooding the bathroom thing didn’t go as planned. But Joel’s a trooper. He’ll soldier on and mop up your mess later. He firmly grips the area behind your knees, lifting your legs from the water and pushing them apart. They sit high at your hips, he has you in a vulnerable position. He devours you and holds you close with a certain tenderness, and you know you’re in good hands.

“Mmmm,” you moan. “S’good, fuck.”

“Got a dirty mouth, hon. You know that?”

You do know that, but you can’t respond. The only thing you can do is whimper and make those sweet, sweet noises that Joel loves so much. “Keep makin’ those pretty noises, sweetheart.” he whispers as you squirm against him. He holds you tighter, keeping you still as he brings you to the edge. His fingers and tongue working relentlessly to make you dizzy.

“Gonna, fuck. M’gonna come, Joel. Please, please–”

“Come on my tongue,” Joel tells you. “Let go f’me. Give me a good one, sweetheart. Wanna taste it. Wanna taste all of you.”

With his words and ministrations inside you, along with his tongue dancing on your clit, you dissolve under him. Pure pleasure courses through your veins, beginning deep in the pit of your stomach and washing over you, your torso and thighs. Joel’s name is the only word you know at this moment. You sing it like a hymn, worshiping the man who makes you see stars.

Your head feels fuzzy. You’re hardly aware that Joel’s now kissing his way up your body, over your tummy and your ribcage. He kisses one of your breasts, then the other. He flicks his tongue over one nipple and lightly pinches and twists the other. “Didn’t get to give these tits of yours enough lovin’,” he mumbles.

It’s touching. He’s such a good lover, but such a forgetful man. Guess what’s sitting right next to you.

Yup. Rubber ducky.

Joel’s still kissing and massaging your tits, and you quietly reach for the duck. You squirt him right between the eyes.

Joel snatches the toy from your hand. “Where do you keep finding these fuckin’ ducks?!”

You shrug and giggle, then Joel pulls away from you. He pulls the drain stopper, then dries you and himself off with fresh towels. “Alright,” he says. “You had your bath and then some. Get lost.”

You pout. “You’re not gonna walk me home? It’s late.”

“Nope.” Joel bites his cheek, knowing he’s not actually gonna kick you out to walk home alone. You’re making him soft, and he hates it. “Fine,” he concedes. “Get in bed.”

You giggle and make your way to his bed, watching Joel mop up your mess in the bathroom. He blows out the candles and returns to you. “M’way too fuckin’ nice to ya,” he grumbles.

“Eh,” you shrug. “Could be nicer.”

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bedpissercastiel · 2 years

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watch this *turns in the shittiest most worst written article youve ever read*

#ok look. i cant actually tell if it's bad bc my brain doesnt see bad when its tired #like i put my first article through grammarly around 3am and it had like 30 corrections w a score down in mid 70s when i usually average a #handful of correctjons and a score in high 80s #and i didnt fucking notice any of them #this happens when i write late at night to fall asleep the next time i read it it's just #full of typos and makes half sense #happy 0730 almost and goodnight in a few minutes

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kittenintheden · 3 months

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Professionals

*boops fingers together and bats eyes @ u*

Rating: E Word Count: 1,650 Content: 18+, roleplay, sex work, biting, blood kink, oral sex, PIV sex

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Sharess' Caress is busy tonight. A woman stands near the bar, perusing the evening's johns and janes, giving them mental scores based on personality, appearance, and style. She sips her drink, eyes lidded, and turns away a four, then a six, then a seven. She can afford to be picky.

She's making smalltalk with the barkeep when she feels light fingers brush the back of her arms. She sighs and plasters on a smile, expecting another modest offering, but she's met with a full-stop ten. In looks and style, at least. If the personality matches...

"Hello, lovely thing," he purrs, his voice sending a tingle up her spine. "Don't you look delicious. I'm called Astarion. And you are?"

"Very interested in what someone like you is doing in a place like this," she says playfully, lifting her glass to her lips for a sip. The liquor inside stings just right. "But you may call me Lily."

He grins, seductive and predatory, and places a satchel of gold on the bar. "Five hundred gold says I can call you whatever I like, I think. I’ll be honest. I’m a connoisseur, and there are occasions when I’d like to partake in… top-shelf talent. I believe you fit the bill, if my instincts are correct. And they usually are." He tilts his head to the side, daring her to say no.

She gives him a hard look up and down, finally meeting his ruby eyes. She sets her glass on the bar and uses two fingers to nudge the coin purse toward the barkeep. "We've a high-rolling customer," she says to them. They give her a knowing smirk, look over the john, then accept the bag.

"The Chartreuse Room is free," the barkeep says, going back to their mixing.

"After you," Astarion says, gesturing to her to take the lead. She does. As they ascend the stairs, he ghosts his fingers against her lower back. Gentlemanly, one might think, if one’s unfamiliar with the different ways people touch. She is not unfamiliar.

The Chartreuse Room is, predictably, quite green. Bottles of liquor line a shelf on the nearest wall beside a small bar. Lily walks around, trailing her fingertips over the polished wood and leans onto the surface, letting her cleavage rise up enticingly over the top of her corset as she gives him a coy look.

"Could I make you a drink?" she says. She reaches out and teases the neck of the nearest bottle suggestively.

Astarion moves toward her, already undoing the buttons of his beautifully embroidered jacket. He smiles, showing off too-sharp canines. "I didn't come here for a drink, pet. Not of that, anyway."

She shrugs. "Thought I'd offer, nonetheless." She pushes off the bar and approaches, letting her shoulders rustle the strings of glass beads hanging from the ceiling so they tinkle together. She stops in front of him, admiring his bare chest before raising her gaze to his face.

"And what would you like?" she says lowly.

He shrugs off his jacket and undercoat. "Honestly? I'd like to bite. Hard enough to break skin." As he speaks, his timbre drops seductively. Almost like he’s trying to seduce her.

Cheeky man. Cheeky man with expensive taste. She can work with that.

She cocks an eyebrow at him. "Well. That's not one I get often. But, for such a generous patron, I'll allow it."

"Good," he says. Then he's on her, fast as lightning, a hand on one side of her neck and his sharp teeth piercing through the opposite, a jolt of cold radiating through her nervous system. She gasps and grips onto him, surprised, but in seconds she's relaxing into it, eyes going half-lidded as pleasant numbness spreads. Before she goes weak in the knees from blood loss instead of lust, he pulls away, licking her off his teeth.

Blood play. Unusual, but not her first time.

"You are... fantastic," he breathes, dropping his chin and looking at her from under his brows like he wants to consume her another way. "Now... on the bed, on your stomach."

"Yes, saer," she says, swaying on her feet a moment before walking toward the low, round bed, covered in cushions of varying shades of green. She takes her time, lowering herself to all fours and stretching forward like a cat, her back in a deep arch with her arse in the air before she brings it down. Once she's in place, she hears the beads tinkle as he comes closer, then feels the weight of him on the mattress as he puts his knees on either side of her legs.

He leans down over her, not quite touching, and puts his mouth to her ear. "Call me darling," he says. “And I’ll call you whatever strikes me.” Then she feels his fingers at the sides of her hips, undoing the laces keeping her shorts on her body.

"Anything you like if you keep doing that, darling," she says.

He disrobes her from the waist down, pulling every article of clothing from her with aching slowness. Lily bites her lip, desperate to turn and see his pretty face again, but he paid his fee and he's calling the shots. She feels his weight shift lower, his dexterous hands spreading her open and angling her hips, and then she feels his tongue run along her. Instantly, she arches her back with a groan.

"I think that's supposed to be my job," she gasps, pressing her face to the silken sheets and biting her lip as he continues to work her like an expert. "I feel like I should be paying you. Darling."

He chuckles against her most tender of places, giving her another long draw from behind. "Hush. Let me enjoy my night."

She’s certainly not going to argue. A john who gives back? What a rare treat this is.

His hands draw her closer until he's drowning in her, until he shouldn't be able to breathe, and he lavishes her in a way she knows no other customer down below would ever. As her pleasure builds, she squirms against the mattress and he puts a firm palm on her lower back to hold her still, humming every now and again, the sensation making her shiver and cry out.

"Darling," she pants. "Darling, darling, darling."

Finally, she can tell his collected exterior is beginning to crack. At every cry of the pet name, he goes a touch sloppy. As her peak comes closer, he begins to murmur and pant against her as if sensing her heightened arousal, as if it drives him mad. Finally, she screams into the sheets as she comes harder than she has in recent memory, his mouth relentless until she can barely stand it. She doesn’t even have to act. Not a bit.

Astarion rolls her over, his chest heaving and his chin covered in her slick, and crawls over top.

Her head lolls as she gazes up at him in adoration. "What now, darling?" she whispers.

He goes up on his knees to undo his own laces, his arousal clear and present against the material of his fine trousers. He keeps his eyes on her.

"Now I make love to you like you're the only person who matters, Tav," he says, voice like gravel, and she melts clear into the bed. Whoever Tav is, they must be very lucky, indeed.

He's naked and beautiful, lowering himself over her, kissing her deeply. She accepts, circling his tongue with hers, tasting her cunt and her blood and her passion on him. One by one, he unhooks the buttons keeping her corset on her body and tosses it aside.

Briefly, she wonders how she ever managed to score this big. His hand, cooler than it should be, palms her breast firmly and then he's inside her and she moans like a wanton… well, whore.

Astarion kisses her neck, gentle on her sore spot, and sighs out his own pleasure. "You are perfect," he says. "The only one in the entire place I could ever... oh, you make me lose my mind. Tav. Tav."

She wraps her legs high on his waist, seeking better connection, and he angles himself to draw over the place near her entrance, the one that lights her up, and she clings to him like he's life itself. The range of motion in his hips is absolutely maddening in the very best way. He’s fucking her better than anyone else ever could and she uses every single technique in her book to give it back to him.

They rock and thrust against each other. He kisses her. She kisses back. They climb, and climb, and climb together, reaching for the sky.

Toward the end, his facade fully breaks to pieces and he sobs tiny breaths into her ear.

"Darling," she gasps. "Love me, darling."

"I love you," he says. "Always you."

Their mouths press together in open ecstasy as they come one after another, bursting into delicious, whole-body pleasure.

Astarion all but collapses on top of her, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. She gasps in several deep breaths, coming back to earth. Then she breaks into giggles.

"Stop that," he grumbles at her. "I'm a paying customer."

"Oh, that was good," she says, wiping the corner of her eye. "That was a good one. We have to do that again."

He sits up on an elbow, staring at her bleary-eyed. "How many asked before me?" he says.

"At least three," she says.

"Should've been much more than that," he says. "You're top-shelf merchandise."

She cuffs him upside the head. "Well, someone didn't let the scene go on very long, did he."

"We have the room until morning?" he asks, avoiding her accusation.

"So the barkeep told me when I asked."

"Well. Better make it worth five hundred gold, then, shouldn't we?"

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prokopetz · 9 months

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Brief summary of my thoughts so far now that I've done character creation and played half a session (we broke in the middle but may come back to it):

1) 7 players and a GM is too many. I know you know this already but I want to reaffirm it because that was what we had and it was really hard to understand what was going on.

2) I made my character 100% random and then backsolved an identity from there, and it worked better than it had any right to. The Traits are very evocative and I immediately had ideas of what I wanted my God Eater to look like.

3) I'm not sure the Calamity Clock is explained as clearly as I'd like it to be; to be honest, Tests in general are explained in a pretty convoluted way. It felt like some of the less-experienced TTRPG players at the table struggled with them, especially coming from a 5e-only background.

Sorry if this isn't the most helpful feedback; I'm just getting my thoughts down before any more time passes and I forget how the session went. I'll do a more full writeup if/when we finish the session.

(With reference to this post here.)

I definitely agree that the process of making tests could use a cheat sheet, and that's something that will be present in future revisions. However, it's worth noting that it's probably impossible to boil it down to something that a player with a 5E-only background would find intuitive because of some pretty basic differences in what kind of games they are.

In brief, 5E (and Dungeons & Dragons in general) keeps its conflict resolution mechanics almost entirely GM-facing in order to make it easier to onboard new players. Those mechanics are structured in such a way that it's completely feasible for the GM to figure out the target numbers, the applicable modifiers, the range of plausible outcomes, and the interpretation of the results with no player input whatsoever, with the player's sole responsibility being to roll a die with the correct number of sides (and if push comes to shove, the GM can do that part, too).

Eat God, conversely, is designed from the ground up to readily support GMless play (the specific rules for that will be in a forthcoming revision), which means that its conflict resolution mechanics can't be purely GM-facing. It puts a lot more responsibility on the player in terms of figuring out what the hell is going on, both narratively and mechanically, because its design goals mean it has to.

That said, it might help to frame it for a 5E player like this:

Making a test in Eat God is like playing blackjack: rather than rolling as high as possible, you want to roll as high as possible without going bust; "going bust" means all of your dice came up higher than your relevant Facet.

Everybody gets one die to start. If you can use any of your Traits to help with whatever you're trying to do, you get advantage on the test and roll an extra die. Unlike 5E, advantage stacks, to a maximum of five dice.

Instead of having a separate "damage roll", Eat God gets "did I hit or miss?" and "how much damage did I do?" from a single roll. A test's "damage" is the face value of the highest die that didn't go bust; the rules refer to this "damage" as a capital-R "Result".

You can get bonuses or penalties to a test's "damage" based on how effective the GM thinks your approach is. The GM will generally tell you about these modifiers before rolling. A penalty can't turn a success into a failure, no matter your Result; just like in 5E, a successful hit always inflicts at least one "damage".

Instead of critical hits, Eat God has critical fuckups. These have a range of dice roll values that trigger them, just like conventional crits; for example, you might score a critical fuckup on a roll of 11+, just like a champion archetype fighter in 5E gets a critical hit on a roll of 19+. This range can vary depending on how goofy the GM thinks your approach is.

Critical fuckups are assessed on a per die basis, so if you're rolling multiple dice, it's possible to generate multiple critical fuckups on the same roll. Yes, this also means that rolling multiple dice makes you more likely to succeed and more likely to fuck up, and creates the possibility of doing both on the same test. This is intentional.

When you roll a critical fuckup, the GM doesn't have to make something bad happen to you right away. They can do that, or they can take the fuckup and bank it toward a countdown to a really big fuckup that affects the whole adventure. You can see this countdown, but the GM is not obligated to tell you what will happen when it hits zero.

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gojosatoruwifey · 3 months

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ㅡ恭喜发财

✑ greeting everyone as lunar new year enters ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿)

✿ warning/s: fluff, jealousy, slight sexual insinuation, swearing, use of chinese terms, nothing much has changed it's just chung myung with a dragon tail, starts with pbss and ends with mhdd, let me know if i missed something!

✿ character/s: chung myung/cheong myeong, g/n! reader

✿ alt. title: telltale tail

📜🖋️🎀SUPPORT MY KO-FI🎀🖋️📜

straight and thumping on the ground impatiently. fast rhythm beat with 0.95-second intervals.

—and with that crease between his eyebrows, pout so evident in his lips, eyes boring through the side of your head. there’s no need to turn front to see the literal dragon of mount hua is displeased at the slow pace of his order shīzitóu. it’s not like you can afford to flat-out be rude to the half-huili jing server eagerly asking for more affirmations about their restaurant’s food. goodness, you’re not chung myung…

“the sauce? is it sweet enough? or perhaps you like it sticky…” the half huili jing server’s voice lowered in a purr. “..daozhang?”

you’re about to correct the server when a sarcastic, gruff voice enters the conversation. “no, they don’t like sweets that much and they prefer thin consistency sauce to sticky.”

speaking of, your companion finally spoke up. the entire time chung myung is either grunting or clicking his tongue to respond as you put out the orders on the menu. you wanted to let out a heavy sigh but held it in. he spoke up but at what cost?

chung myung tapped his palm on the table a little bit too hard. “put the shīzitóu down. that’s what i ordered.”

faced with the natural hierarchy’s top one, how could a huili jing fight against a dragon? even more to a half huili jing? with a graceful movement, the half huili jing set out the tray full of appetizing meals rich in different flavours and seasonings.

the silence was too loud despite the busy chatter heard outside the private room and so, once the sulky half huili jing strolled away, you picked up the chopstick, ready to eat. that’s how you and chung myung spent the rest of the evening with occasional banters, two unfilled cups holding beads of alcohol, and an abandoned bottle of peach baijiu in the side.

moves languidly

the elders and the youths alike have watched a certain senior-junior pair dance around with each other. be it when they are younger than they are now—the plum blossoms in winter’s seasonal bloom and summer’s jovial heat sighing at the young man finding himself to get the point across and you dodging every little thing almost nil. the terrified junior brothers betting on who will try to make a move first.

so far the winning score is on those who placed bets on chung myung’s side…

a group of junior brothers set aside their lunch once they saw the two together with the taller one carrying a box with decorative materials for the spring festival and the other having a ladder.

you propped the ladder to the wall and started climbing on it while chung myung set the box down.

“will the elder make a move?”

“shush.”

“come on, shixiong. he is right. how about we bet if the elder makes a move on them this time?” junior brother lu nodded to the oblivious pair. he pushed his lunch forward, “i’ll bet my lunch set a, elder chung myung will make a move.”

junior brother ming, the shixiong, responded dryly. “i’ll bet mine he will not.”

“i’m with brother lu!”

“shixiong, you can’t possibly think elder will not when you also saw him–”

“watch.”

“huh?” instinctively, junior brother lu inclined his head just to see you playing with the ends of the red lantern for the spring festival, let it brush to your senior’s nose as chung myung sneezed. sending you a harmless glare as you laugh loudly. elder chung myung may be directing witty remarks to you but this little junior brother lu can see the tail of the elder languidly swishing behind him.

he sighs and thinks, elder chung myung is almost never too honest and yet his tail is saying otherwise.

wiggles in excitement

a new series of tomorrow awaits as the booming fireworks line up to the dark skies, below were the firecrackers noisy and frizzled. the sect adorned in red lanterns and spring couplets can be seen hanging on the doors. the disciples of mount hua gather all around in different places; some are in the dining hall, some are burning bamboo sticks and firecrackers, laughter fills up the festive mood, and some are watching the abundant glowing light flutters seen above to the lowered ground.

a single stick fell out from the fortune shaker.

you stare at it, losing interest in picking it up as each second passes by until the black-clad swordsman nudges you with his shoulder in a bump, snickering. “will you look at that.”

you can’t believe the gods had decided to be mean to you on the eve of the spring festival. the harmonious atmosphere feels like mocking you as the fortune stick reads ‘misfortune.’

then you shove the stick back into the cylinder, shake it violently, a stick falls out and you’re miniscule away throwing away the damn fortune shaker. tsk, should’ve known it’s a sham.

chung myung clutches his stomach from too much hysterical fits as he then grabs one of your hands that was choking the cylinder. surprised at his gentle touch, chung myung easily slides his fingers between the gaps of yours as his stare pins at you with a gaze swirling playful pink billows, night light kissed skin. suddenly, peering up into him through the shadows settled by the moon feels intimate as the two of you sit on the rooftop.

“there,” he whispered. “i’m sharing half of my great fortune with you.”

you swallowed thickly, wanting to squeeze your heart to shut up.

a comical exclaim escapes out of you, shiny eyes admiring him, “gege!”

chung myung reacts to your address with a sudden burst of triumph. his tail wags frantically, displaying his excitement. hearing you calling him 'gege' has clearly delighted him, and he seems eager to engage whatever his mind is scheming.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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A Deal With the Devil

TW: Violence, language, smut, drug use, blood due to virginity loss. PURE FILTH ;)

SUMMARY: Every Kook party was the same. Trust fund kids taking out their ‘frustrations’ via drugs too strong and alcohol too sweet, all while comparing their latest purchases, golf scores, and recent fucks. But this had been the first time you arrived with a purpose...And that ‘purpose’ stood a few feet over six inches with his expected polo and daddy’s money rolled into a tube to use as a vestibule for consumption.

Rafe Cameron...

WORD COUNT: 4,000

The Deal With the Devil

“Two fifty a line...” He spoke to you, not even bothering to look up at you for even a second as he fingered the string of cash given to him as payment. Meanwhile, your eyes came to the collection of white powder that seemed so innocuous in comparison to the warnings around it-much like its host. You knew its effect, you knew it was reckless, irresponsible, and plain stupid. But you came here tonight to indulge.

Bowing forward, rolled Grant between your petite yet perfectly polished pinch, you followed suit to the same kooks who were always present at these parties. Inhaling the bitter burn of the stimulant, a rush of adrenaline from the regret of what was to come left you temporarily breathless as you corrected yourself. Yet any side effect expected of what you had consumed paled in comparison to the blue eyes having now fixated on you.

“Well THAT was about three...” He explained, holding out his palm. The display of his long fingers forced your neglected satisfaction to conjure the most illicit of visions by his hand alone.

“I...I only have a fifty...” You confessed sheepishly, removing the bill from your pocket as everyone around the table suddenly drew quiet. It was almost as if you had insulted him, which you would have believed, if not for the way a smile crept over his full lips. Yet his lack of response left you desperate for an apology he didn’t exactly deserve.

“Maybe we can do an I-owe-you?” You offered, your tone peaking in hope as he scoffed before lifting his right arm. Set along his forearm, offering an unintentional flex that was purely natural from his toned physique, showcased a burn mark extending on his otherwise sun-kissed skin.

“Nah...I don’t DO favors anymore...” He began to shake his head, leaving you fearful of what it meant to be on the receiving end of his disapproval. But the way your confidence became grated into silent fear; the furrow of your brows draining your features into worry as your bottom lip became captive between your teeth, his focus would lift to you. You were unaware that the way you appeared, needy and desperate, had been enough to quell something eager within him.

“Maybe there IS another way you could offer payment...” He intrigued you as your eyes illuminated with wonder before feeling his eyes suddenly lower the extent of your curves. It had been the first time tonight that his attention came to the efforts put into your appearance. But you didn’t know if you should revel in this newfound focus from the kook prince himself or be terrified in it.

“I don’t have...” You moved to object, unaware of what he was in reference to exactly, before he was suddenly close enough to you to ensure nobody else could hear the words he spoke dominantly to you.

“You have a choice here, sweetheart. Either you get me the rest of my money by the end of the night...Or you give the rest of your night to me.” You knew it was immoral, cheap even. And yet, a part of you didn’t care. You adored the way his eyes seemed to devour you, lips parting in anticipation that curved into a smirk when he realized he held your attention. It was only then that you managed to regain some sense of confidence as you leaned slightly into him.

“You want to...collect your payment out here?” He was amused by your bold reaction as he motioned to Topper, a blonde pretty boy half high and a quarter drunk.

“Sort the rest of this out, yeah?” Before you could object, your wrist was pulled to follow his quick steps, each time your soles collided with the smooth wood supporting you, your nerves inflated with uncertainty. You knew the rumors of the eldest Cameron were intense, a reputation of a good but swift fuck that left those he took to his bed with souvenirs of his dominance and possessiveness. But you couldn’t lie to yourself how it excited you to be on the receiving end of this.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he closed the door to the bedroom, turning to find you playing with the zipper of your dress.

“You want me to keep it on?” You questioned, confused and slightly curious about such a question. Most guys would already be halfway to their release to see any girl willing to get naked. But not Rafe. Not with you. You immediately worried he wasn’t attracted to you before finding those usually light irises darkening to you and leaving your insecurities silenced.

“I want to savor this debt. Two fifty is more than just a quick fuck.” You fought the smirk from spreading your content lips into development as he began to run his forefinger across his bottom lip while cementing his feet in front of you.

“But I want to know...How many other people have you been with?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Once again, you knew most guys wouldn’t care as long as they got the same release that you would have given others. Because of this and the slight irritation of your arousal fading from the interrogation and hesitancy, your response came out almost in a scoff.

“You want to talk?” He answered in objection, stepping forward to you as if willing to swipe across your cheek for speaking against him. Yet he didn’t do anything but use those intimidating eyes to silence you and make you regret questioning him.

“I want to know if I’m dealing with a slut or a goodie-two-shoes-” Your eyes narrowed to his choice of words.

“I’m not a slut.” The usual insult would have enraged you if it had come from the lips of anyone else. But there was something about the way he spoke it that exhilarated you. And yet, you didn’t want him to know that. At least not yet.

“I know I’M clean...I just want to know-”

“Two.” You lied, wanting to stop the conversation and get to the distraction of his touch as this was becoming too intense to stomach. His close proximity and abundance of his cologne leaving you dizzy, you wanted his touch. You needed it. It’s why you were here...

“Well baby girl...” His fingers began to pull the edges of his shirt upwards until revealing his torso to your gluttonous view. You were shameless in appreciating the way his body was well sculpted in details that made him defined but not too bulked-perfect and even better than you had imagined.

“Those two other dicks will pale in comparison to what I’m going to do to you...” You repressed the moan from leaving your lips as he returned closer to you, well aware of how just him moving in your direction had you dripping for him.

“But...I’m going to take my sweet time...making you work for every cent...Can’t forget about interest...” He teased, that arrogant smirk occupying his clean shaven bone structure, as he moved to a chair set across the space that was suddenly too small.

“Knees.” The simple direction spoke with the tone somehow both sweet and sultry, had you moving to obey. Dropping to the level of his waist, you were drowning in your own arousal to the way he looked at you with such darkness behind such pretty features. The mischievous smile spread across his face only fueled your ambition as you pulled apart his ensemble while he prepared your hair into a makeshift ponytail. In a way that was almost painful, his grip tightened, teetering that line between dominant and dangerous.

“Go ahead...” He directed, your eyes coming to the bulge already intimidating you. However, you were not one to back down from a challenge. For this, you took a deep breath and exposed him to you, suddenly realizing the origin behind his consistent arrogance. He was huge. Not that you had much to compare it to, and yet, it was enough to make you look up at him with uncertainty, all while he continued that smirk.

“There we go…” He praised the feeling of your breath hot against his domineering cock acting as a prelude to what was imminent. You knew enough from the media, literature, and your more overzealous friends to know to cover your teeth with your lips. But the way his body reacted to your actions led you to base each following motion on his tense shifts.

“Fuck…” He breathed at the feeling of your tongue running beneath his length, the kneel of defiance you held against your own gag reflex, and the way your hand twisted at his base to make up for what you couldn’t swallow.

“Taste good, baby?” You nodded, addicted to how you pleased him. The way his eyes fluttered within the back of his head pushed you further to damn that sensitive reflex and allow him the availability of your throat. Immediately to this, his hand came into a grip behind your head, denying you breath while he pumped himself into the recess you allowed, as tears began to cascade down your blushed cheeks.

“Look at you…crying and shit…” He scoffed as his reaction left you frozen in the fear you had suddenly lost him.

“Did I…do something?” You questioned in shaky inquisition, eyes lowering in shame as he shook his head.

“I told you…I’m getting every cent worth…” When your face twisted into further confusion, he moved closer to you to ensure he held your attention. His thumb and pointer finger lazily set in some form of dominance over your jaw.

“You don’t get to get me off that quickly…Not until I’ve had enough…” He noticed something in your expression that he couldn’t help but note aloud.

“You know, for someone who just deepthroated me like a porn star, you’re shaking like you’re a virgin…” Your blush worsened, revealing to him what you believed you could have hidden until this moment. That laugh behind his taunt lessened when he realized what he had just uncovered.

“You’re a virgin?” This question was somehow the most erotic thing he had asked the entire night as it left you feeling unworthy, dirty, even shameful.

“Does it make you change your mind?” You questioned, wrapping yourself into a hug for comfort as he scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Knowing I’m the only one that gets to…” It was almost as if the thought aloud made him lose all ability to sound intelligible, not that he was exactly known for such things. However, it was enough to bring a newfound confidence to cushion your inexperience. And yet, the realization was enough to carry the excitement from his cock to his expression as it widened with agreeability.

“Stand up.” He ordered as you obeyed quickly, feeling him pull you onto his leg.

“Poor thing…” His fingers were unkind to your hips, and you loved the possessiveness behind it.

“Anyone ever touched you?” He questioned somewhat swiftly as if more impatient for your answer than the action as you shook your head.

“Do you touch yourself?” You swallowed hard, shamed by society as it was ‘unladylike’ and ‘taboo’, yet you could only deny the pulsation between your thighs for so long before needing release. Each time, envisioning Rafe on the forefront of your fantasies, leading this moment to feel as more of a dream than reality.

“There are so many things I want to do to you…” He cocked his jaw for a moment, his thumbs pulling the skirt of your dress high enough until he could feel the fabric of your panties. He began at your hip, effortlessly gliding to your core, rubbing over your cloth covered clit as you shifted from the foreign feeling of his touch. But in the moments you believed he would be kind, his hand suddenly moved to the back of your neck, fingers wrapped in dominance from one pulse point to another as the signet ring upon his dominant hand sat in contrast to your skin set on fire.

“Gonna stretch you out for me…m’kay?” Using the grip at your neck, he pulled up upwards until you were set back on his middle finger, penetrating you where nobody had before. The sudden twist of your expression pulled his lips into a grimace as he was pleased with how you followed his guidance.

“Gonna try two…” He narrated, bringing his ring finger to join his thick digit. “Good girl-” You released a gasp at the praise, making you both aware of your private kink.

“You like being told you’re a good girl?” You nodded feverishly, gasping at the sudden curve of his fingers tightening a familiar pull within your stomach, a rarely exercised muscle that was being brought to life by his touch alone. Whatever anxieties you held in a reaction too over eager or novice mistakes turning him off were silenced as your body was allowed the ease of his effect. Knuckles embedded into your heat, squelching and sopping to his quickening motions, you would feel him chuckle to your desperate fingers tearing into his shoulders.

And then it stopped. On the edge of your orgasm, speaking a mix of groans and his name, came the abrupt cessation to the greatest pleasure you had been allowed.

“Rafe?”

“You owe ME, sweetheart…and I’m not done with you yet…” He now stood, lifting you momentarily, before placing you on your soles. However, your inability to stand up straight left you clinging to him as a devious chuckle pulled from his lips.

“Lay down.” He instructed as you mustered the courage to move forward with your failing steps, thankful it was only a few meters, before finding him directly in front of you. Without a word, he pulled his fingers to his lips, taking the taste of you with him, while groaning in approval.

“So fucking sweet…” Your chest rose in anticipation as he suddenly hooked your thighs until you were flat on your back and looking up at him, his curtained locks loose over his once soft eyes now perpetually sinful in the veil of lust.

“I’ll try to go slow at first…” He was surprisingly considerate of your virginity, perhaps a form of silent gratitude for giving it to him, to which only led you further into your desire for him.

“Please…” You breathed, unable to fathom the distance between you for another minute as he pulled in his bottom lip with his teeth, cocking his head to outline your folds, before motioning for your dress.

“Off.” You obeyed, lifting it over your torso to reveal your body to him. His eyes began at the details concealed prior to now, adorning the way your curves were laid exclusively for him, a thought made more lustful in knowing he was the only one that had seen you this way.

A deep breath of pleasure left his lips as his inflamed cock head was now taken between your folds, teasing the barrier that would leave you ‘tainted’ from the image you had preserved until now. Yet you couldn't care less of anything else aside from feeling him inside of you. The way you pulsed, the way you were soaked, you were too desperate to care for what you were losing in comparison to what you would be gaining.

“Deep breath-” You obliged, stomach and chest pulled hollow to the immense pain leaving you to wince. Almost as if moving to soothe you, he withdrew, only to push beyond the confirmation of your virginity once again.

“Ah!” You bellowed in a shriek, his girth too intense to remain silent. However, he would withdraw once more, this time, to find the evidence of your truth staining his length. His eyes found you beneath him, watching him eagerly, as he pulled his fingers to the blood before consuming it behind his lips.

“Rafe-” You breathed, the sudden plunge of his cock silencing what would have been a plea for him to continue. The pain that began the shedding of your virtue quickly shifted to pleasure as he filled you to perfection, pleasure added by his thumb circling your swollen clit, already brought to the edge once before.

“So fucking tight…” He grunted over you, leading your moans to release to the air around him.

“Hold on to me…” He paused for a second, pulling you over him, remaining embedded inside of you, as you now sat in a straddle over him and he was ass-flat on the bed. In a rather impressive sweep of his fingers, your bra was unclasped and he had your closest bosom between his teeth, pulling himself as deep into you as he could. His arm wrapped the width of your hips, baring down onto your skin, as he began to lift into you in motion once again.

“Bounce baby…Ride me, baby girl…” Your motivation was reignited by his words as he would guide you the first few moments until you no longer needed his assistance. With nails digging into his shoulders and knees allowing you stability to rise and fall as he requested, you would feel him submerge and pull from your own actions.

“Rafe, I’m gonna-” You began to plead over him as his motions suddenly stopped and his hand came to the back of your neck.

“You don’t get to fucking come.” He was breathless, wearing your claw marks as trophies, as he forced you to rise slowly and take him once again, doing so as you shook with the continuation of his thumb applying those decadent circles of both pleasure and pain.

“Do YOU think this was worth a quarter of a grand? Huh?” He licked his lips momentarily.

“Please…I want to…I need to…I’ll let you do anything to me..” You begged, the coil within your stomach prepared to snap as he would only laugh at your plea.

“So desperate to come, you’re making yourself sound like a whore…”

“I’m not-” He silenced you by quickening those fingers once again, making you shudder against him.

“You’re MY whore for tonight…This tight little pussy only mine…Yeah?”

“Yes!” You agreed with a moan.

“All fours…I’m done being nice.” Your eyes widened to his words.

THIS was nice?

And yet, lifting him off of you, you obeyed, feeling him climb off of the bed to leave you in abandonment.

“Rafe?” You questioned, silenced by the sting of his hand on your ass.

“You want to take MY coke without paying? You want to be irresponsible? AND you expect for me to let you come?” He tsked his tongue, his hands suddenly pulling your hips higher until you were rounded completely to him-revealed in ways you never believed you would allow.

“I’m sorry…”

“Little too late now, huh…” Another smack sent you forward as his grip boomeranged you back into him. It was only a second of silence before a light substance sent your head turning back to him. You watched as he had drawn a line of cocaine over the dimples of your back.

“Sit still or I’ll fuck your throat instead.” You swallowed hard, staying as still as you could before feeling him inhale off of your skin, a breath of satisfaction leaving his focus.

“Knees.” He ordered as you were now upright against him that your back would be flush with his chest if he were to come closer. He would, but only to where you could feel his breath over your ear.

“This is for ME. YOU are here for me, understand?” You nodded, his fingers, holding a small mountain of coke on his fingertip, now rubbing the substance over your nipple. The numbness caused you to press your thighs together as he slapped your hip.

“I SAID don’t move.” You nodded.

“Sorry…”

“You will be…” He took hold of your hair, bending you back down, pistoning into you with his rigid shaft. Your need for his fingers on your clit sent yours there as consolation, only to be intercepted by his harsh grip wrapping them around your back as reins to burrow further inside of you.

“Such a good little slut…” He commented, your heart twinging at the title that you were beginning to embrace coming from his breathlessness. “Go on, baby…cry out for me…” He grinned, hearing you groan to the pillows set before you.

“More!” He nearly growled at your words, pulling himself deeper into you, one hand remaining over your unified wrists as the other pulled your hair backwards to him.

“You want more? You think you can take it? Huh? Take all of me in your tight little cunt?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Tell me you want it! Tell me you want my cock.” He ordered as you were too eager to allow any remaining nerves to silence you.

“I NEED your cock!” You corrected his command as he purred in approval.

“Tell me who owns this fucking pussy!” He continued, his thrusts growing sloppy and almost violent as the beads of sweat accumulated from his impressive stamina connected at your spine.

“You Rr-Rafe! You!”

“That’s it…FUCK!” He groaned behind you, pulling you upright against him as your fingers wrapped in desperation to the headboard colliding with the wall in front of you. To your gratitude, his fingers returned to your beckoning clit as he was relentless, your cries making him grin, all while he continued his own stride inside of you.

“Beg me to let you come…” He spoke into your ear, your jaw set apart in moans.

“Please Rafe…”

“Beg me-” He commanded through clenched teeth as something strong suddenly pulled from within you, your body shuddering against him as he bent you further forward against the headboard itself. Your first vaginal orgasm and he made you squirt…

“Shit! I’m gonna come!” You nodded to his words, your own release bringing a fresh numbness synonymous with the drug still on your nipples, as he used your satisfaction to ride out his own. Your jaw was pulled back to face him, a passionate kiss leading teeth and tongues in a clash of dominance, sending you to the side of abandonment as he suddenly withdrew from you.

Heaving out of breath, you pulled the covers back over your body, turning to face him, walking in stride back to the edge of the bed.

“Tomorrow…Four o’clock.” He explained, throwing your phone back onto the bed as you weren’t aware how it had gotten into his possession until now. You pulled the screen to view, finding an address that left you confused.

“But the debt is paid-”

“I told you, sweetheart…” He licked his lips, hesitant to allow himself a breath, before continuing to speak.

“There’s interest…” He leaned down to you, taking your jaw in his firm grasp.

“And I thought I was fucking someone with experience…so consider this a taste of what you still owe me…” His breath teased your lips for what could have been a sweet kiss as you left you abandoned.

“Next time…no panties.” He grinned, collecting yours as a trophy that were a mystery to how they left your hips, as he left you within the bed, recovering from your loss of virginity.

Once you were able to walk again, you collected your clothes and redressed in slow succession while feeling the extent of the evidence left by him. In the mirror across from the bed, you found bruises from his fingerprints left as rewards of your time together, sending your content lips to pull into a smile.

But it wasn’t until you descended the steps of the nameless kook’s house that you found the eyes looking at you in a mix of judgment and jealousy, with a few even commending you with applause and winks. You ignored the blush, looking over to find Rafe having rejoined his group, not bothering to lift a glance at you once again. But it didn’t matter. You got what you came for, slipping the collection of hundreds that could have easily have paid for your ‘debt’ to him back into the pocket of your dress and leaving with a grin of satisfaction.

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sidekickjoey · 2 years

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Steve Harrington dragging Eddie Munson to a collegiate basketball game.

Eddie, whining and moaning about how boring it’s going to be, how Steve’s lucky he likes him because otherwise he’d be sprinting away from the court/stadium like his life depended on it, how Steve better let him get as many snacks as he possibly can fit in his arms because it’s the only way he won’t be an absolute terror for the next however many so hours. Steve just smiling, nodding, watching fondly over the chaos of Eddie.

Eddie, sitting next to Steve in their seats, tossing snide comments here and there throughout the opening fanfare between bites of popcorn and candy, but still clapping when their - Steve’s - team comes out, because it’s the least he can do to play the part of someone who somewhat gives a shit if it’s going to make Steve happy. Steve does not acknowledge it, but does notice it out of the corner of his eye and it makes his heart warm.

Eddie, halfway through the first half leaning over to Steve after he got particularly animated from a basket, trying so desperately to sound uncaring - but genuinely a bit curious - when he asks for Steve to explain what just happened. Steve’s eyes widen a little, but he falls easily into explaining how their player got fouled by the opposing player as he went up to shoot, meaning they get the two points from the shot and a few more from ‘free throws.’ He pretends to not notice Eddie looking actually interested, but he does lock it away in his heart and mind for safe keeping.

Eddie, who is now trying to understand the game because if I’m here, might as well understand what the heck I’m watching, having Steve explain the full complexities of the game to him during halftime instead of going to get more snacks. Steve rewards him by using any sort of folklore or D&D analogies he can scrounge up in his explanation, and to his delight, each one seems to draw Eddie in further.

Eddie, halfway through the second half, cheering alongside Steve and actually yelling out after some plays with him, turning to Steve for assurance he’s getting his lingo and reactions right because now this is his play and he’d be damned if he isn’t going to play the part now that he’s got his lines. Steve assures him and gently corrects him every time, meanwhile wondering how he’s ever going to go to one of these games alone again because it’s so much fun watching Eddie learn.

Eddie, yelling and clinging to Steve in an enthusiastic hug when their team scores the winning basket, happily doing so knowing everyone else is doing it too, thinking maybe basketball isn’t so bad after all if shared with Steve.

Steve, hugging Eddie just as tight in reply, thinking the same about him, feeling beyond adored knowing Eddie got so into this silly basketball game because of how much he cares about seeing his happiness.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Hi I will write this one day #if you write something about it please tag me I must read #I am but a humble sports fan who wants to see Eddie delve into Steve's interests too

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About Paul claiming to have met Yoko ‘first’; maybe he means Yoko reached out to him one on one before John? (to his knowledge anyway). If she was looking for a sponsor he may have seemed more available than John was in terms of first impressions at least.

Yes, I think that’s what he’s saying. But I guess the important part isn’t ‘Yoko knocked on my door first’ - because who cares? - but I, Paul McCartney, sent her to meet John and that’s how they first got connected and they have been purposely lying about their first meeting ever since. That seems to be the implication. And I guess that could have happened.

I can think of three scenarios, but I am sure there are more possibilities:

Sometime in July up until 11 August (Beatles leave for the US tour) or between 31 August and 5 September (between the tour and John leaving for filming) - everything happens as Paul said. He and Yoko meet, Yoko gets sent to John and they hook up. Or for some reason it’s not important enough for her to make the drive, or she does and John’s just not home, so the meeting doesn’t happen. It never comes up in a conversation between Paul and John/Yoko, so he honestly doesn’t know either way. This very much depends on if Yoko was actually in London at those times. All I could find was that she came to England because she was invited to the Destruction in Art symposium. That began at 9 September but her performance was later, on 28 September. So that's the date we definitely know she was there and, as far as I have seen, there is no mention of her being at or having any events in England earlier the year. 🤷

Yoko definitely is in London in September/October. She goes to Paul’s some time during those months. Paul isn’t in the mood, or just isn’t interested and to get rid of her, he sends her to John’s place, knowing full well that John’s out of the country and no meeting could have happened. That would mean he tells the story as a half-truth, trying to involve himself more into the events and to hurt John and Yoko’s credibility at the same time.

Paul remembers the correct circumstances but at the wrong time and Yoko coming to his door happened later. What you are saying about first impressions is why I thought it made the most sense after Yoko and Paul got talking at the Claes Oldenburg opening. There's a Yoko quote about meeting Paul there (I don't remember where to look for it), but I'm pretty sure it sounded like a first time meeting. He looked like an art student and they had a nice conversation. If he was his usual charming self, talking about how much he liked the avantgarde, how he's a musician etc., I can see Yoko thinking that he would be ideal to approach for some music sheets for John Cage. And that could be late November. I don't think being wrong about a few weeks 20 years after it happened, is very unlikely. Without actually seeing the letters from Yoko to John Cage (maybe they could give a date and some context), it also sounds like her asking for the lyrics happened after she got to know The Beatles a bit:

"The best-known materials in the Cage Collection—framed copies hang in the music library on public view—are lyric sheets from the Beatles. Yoko Ono, a friend of Cage’s, wanted to introduce him to the work of the Beatles, who shared his interest in silence, chance, and tape music. For the Notations book, she got him “scores” for seven of their songs—the Beatles didn’t write notated music, something Ono had to explain to Cage in a letter, so the scores were simply lyrics. John Lennon gave her six manuscripts from Revolver, including “Eleanor Rigby” and “Yellow Submarine,” and Ono later convinced Paul McCartney to give her the colorful manuscript for “The Word” (from Rubber Soul). Cage included a black-and-white scan of “The Word” in Notations, the book’s only piece of pop music by any standard." https://chicagoreader.com/music/john-cages-treasures-are-hiding-in-plain-sight/

#thanks anon for the ask #and sorry the answer comes so late #behind a cut because it's #thoughts in progress

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capitol!academy!reader (shes 18 and is a coryo friend) teaching gf!tigris to read and write because she never had the opportunity due to having to take care of coriolanus and grandmother

tigris snow x reader

also, she and coriolanus aren't really friends, it's more of a symbiotic relationship. i hope you don't mind.

you were desperately poor. your family had been this way ever since the war. crassus snow had persuaded your father to invest everything in district 13, that when it was bombed to nothing, your whole life collapsed before your eyes. now, your family had to take up any and all kinds of jobs to make a little money.

you had always been incredibly smart. in fact, you and coriolanus were often academic rivals, trying to out score each other in exams and essays. it made sense that you'd be able to help tutor the dumber—but much richer—students at the academy in the grades below.

one day, coriolanus was walking past you explaining the themes of an old fictional book from before the war that surprisingly stuck on the curriculum—something about mice and men.

you started packing up, collecting payment from the younger student, before you locked eyes with coriolanus. you stood in shock—no one in the grade was supposed to know that you were poor. he swiftly approached you, promising not to rat you out if you helped his cousin. you asked why he couldn't do it himself, but he evaded the question. you sighed, but agreed—you couldn't just say no. what if he told everyone about your family's. . . situation?

that's how you found yourself outside his apartment, standing on the pavement of the corso, gripping onto your book bag tightly. you knew they lived on the penthouse, which meant climbing several hundred stairs; you discovered the elevator was broken upon entry. groaning, you began the long climb to the top, wondering how coriolanus did this everyday.

you pounded on the door, catching your breath once you finally reached the top. tigris eagerly opened the door, pulling you in for a tight hug and thanking you profusely for coming.

the first thing you noticed was how barren the grand apartment was. there were only a few necessary pieces of furniture, paint was peeling off the wall and the carpet looked like half of it was ripped up years ago. you realised that the snow's were as poor as you were.

"coryo's at sejanus' house right now, and my grandma'am is asleep so it's just us right now, I hope you're okay with that," she explains, leading you to her room and where her desk was. it was significantly smaller than all the other rooms she'd seen throughout the apartment, half of it still damaged from the war. she sat on her bed, gesturing for you to sit at the desk.

"that's fine. coriolanus told me you were struggling with your reading and writing?" you ask, taking your book bag off and setting your stationary on the desk.

she bit her lip sheepishly, looking at the ground and nodding. "besides the basics and a few things he's taught me, I'm almost illiterate. I had to drop out of the academy to get a full time job, but even then I was terrible at literature," she replies, rubbing her arm up and down.

you freeze, looking at her for a moment too long before shaking her head, "well, I guess that just means we'll be spending a lot of time together," you state, sitting down next to her. you didn't really know where to start, considering all the other people you tutored were usually at a 10th grade reading level, but you quickly found out that tigris wasn't being modest; almost illiterate was an accurate claim.

pulling out an old literature skills book, you place a pen down in front of her and open it to the twentieth page. "do all the activities you can," you say, beckoning her over and standing up. she filled in a few blank spaces, corrected one spelling mistake and bit her lip, before finally placing the pen down. you sigh, knowing that there was a lot of work that would need to be done.

over the next week, tigris' literacy gradually improved. you meticulously poured over past notes you'd taken, encouraging her to learn however she felt comfortable. you stuck to a slow, but effective pace.

you had found out that the reason coriolanus refused to teach tigris was because his temper was far too short and he valued her too much. this didn't completely surprise you—remembering the countless group projects where he'd snap at arachne or festus when they couldn't understand something.

when tigris could finally complete ten pages all by herself, you deemed it a cause of celebration and bought a small cake. it had cost you the same as one tutoring lesson, but it was all worth it when you presented it to her. her eyes nearly bulged out of her head; she subconsciously kissed you on the cheek.

she blushes once she realised what she did, before taking a bite out of the cake and closed her eyes in bliss. "I can't believe you bought me a cake for something so simple," she mumbles, avoiding your gaze.

you snorted, shaking your head in disbelief, "are you kidding me? it's a huge improvement. besides, it's nothing," you lie. your family really needed the money, but the way tigris' face lit up, you couldn't help but know you made the right choice.

"what are you going to do if I finish the whole book?" she asks teasingly, taking another bite of the cake before offering it to you.

you refuse it, before thinking about her question for a minute. "hmm, I think I'd have to kiss you," you joke, winking at her.

the blood rushed to her cheeks, as she turned a dark shade of scarlet. she had grown to really like you over the past week, forming a slight crush on you—the suggestion didn't sound like a bad idea to her. but she knew you were joking, by the way you started laughing straight afterwards.

when you left that evening, she made it her mission to complete the 150 page activity book before your next tutor session. you had a group assignment you had to do with lysistrata so it wouldn't be for another week, giving tigris ample time to get it done.

one day at the academy, you were in the library studying with lyssie and hilarius when coriolanus pulls you aside. he thanks you in private for helping his cousin, and mentions how she was so inspired that she'd managed to finish the entire book. your eyes widen, shock evident on your face for two reasons. one, the book was long and the many pages were extremely difficult. two, did that mean tigris really wanted that kiss?

you and coriolanus walk to his apartment that very afternoon. as he opened the door, tigris ran into the room, flapping the book in your face excitedly. you laugh at her enthusiasm, pulling her into a hug and congratulating her. she grabs your hand, leading you to her room and out of coriolanus's view.

"I guess this means I'm getting that kiss, huh?" she asked shyly. you could tell it was meant to come out teasingly, but tigris was genuinely flustered.

you smiled softly at her, leaning and caressing her cheek with your thumb. "you're smarter than you give yourself credit for," you praise, watching as tigris' cheeks turn pinker. finally, you delicately press your lips against hers and pull her in closer to you.

she sighs into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and smiling at the soft way your lips felt. she wanted to stay in this blissful moment forever; you felt similarly.

once you pull away, she pouts momentarily—missing the way your lips felt on hers. "you know, I have another exercise book at home. I could get it for you, and then once you finish that I could kiss you like that again," you tease.

she shook her head, "I think I wanna kiss you like that all the time. not as a reward," she replies, pressing her forehead against yours. you couldn't help but agree, leaning in to kiss her again.

#tigris x reader #tigris snow #wlw #blurb #thg series #tbosas #fluff #thg #fanfic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #danisasks #dani's fics <3

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Headcannon

I have become a little obsessed with wordle and wonder what each of the gangs reaction to it would be or some similar medieval version if you don’t want to do a modern day version

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

Oh this is fun!!!

Let's say it's modern day, they haven't been Risen™ for long, but Merlin has managed to get them up to date on all the latest technology, just about. They see him getting frustrated over Wordle one day. They enquire. He explains. And so the chaos begins:

Arthur does it religiously everyday. He wakes up, gets himself a coffee (he hated it at first, it was so strong and bitter and gross. Then he discovered sugar and sweet syrups and things. Now he's addicted to coffee that is so sweet it's barely even coffee anymore. Reminder: Do a headcanon set on how The Gang™ likes modern coffee), and does the day's Wordle. He's terrible at it at first, when he doesn't know what half the words even mean, but he gets pretty good at it the longer he spends in the Modern World. Eventually, he starts getting a slew of messages at about 9AM saying "How many?" and "What's the score today, princess?" and "Beat yesterday?" and he normally gets to respond with a very smug "Three :)" or even "Two😏".

Merlin does it most days, but it doesn't bother him if he forgets. He does get quite invested in them though. He mutters to himself and grumbles and AHA!'s really loudly. It's pretty funny, and the gang do like to watch him do them because he's so animated.

It’s part of Leon and Gaius’ daily routine most of the time: on the commute to work/the park (?) or whilst they drink their first coffee of the day sorta thing. Though they tend to forget on their days off, or if they’ve got an interesting newspaper, or if they end up chatting to someone, or if they get started on work early, or something. It’s not super important to them; like... emotionally, they aren’t invested, they just enjoy it. Like Sudoku.

Gwaine is hopeless at it and he doesn’t do it very often at all, but when he does, he’ll do it on his laptop first, then input the correct answer on his phone, so it looks like he has a long list of lucky as hell first-try guesses. It’s a thing. It’s not like he’s genuinely trying to convince people he’s psychic or something, it’s just... part of his weird little life.

Gwen and Elyan never really cared for it, they prefer playing Framed because they were super interested in movies and tv shows and things when Merlin first introduced them to the concept of the Moving picture.

Lancelot and Percival saw it as a fun little way to learn more words and stuff. To really get up to date on the world. So whilst they do it fairly often, they don’t do it religiously and they don’t really care how well they do or if they lose, because they still get to see the word at the end, and if it’s something they don’t recognise, they can look it up and learn! It’s nerdy, but adorable.

Morgana is like Arthur in that she does it religiously every day, but it’s on the down-low. The only people to really know are Merlin and Gwen, and they just roll their eyes are her secretiveness. She gets a kick out of it when she beats Arthur, but never tells him unless he’s being particularly annoying or obnoxious or arsehole-y.

Mordred tries to pretend to be invested in it, because Merlin and Arthur are, but he’s just... not. He really couldn’t care less about the whole... Wordle thing. He’d rather see and learn things in the real world, in real time, that sit staring at his phone getting angry for five minutes a day. He’s a cool kid like that. He only played it for like... half a week before he went “actually, this is boring, thank you, sorry, thank you.” and never played it again unless he was being watched/challenged.

Hope you enjoyed that anon!!!

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final-script · 2 years

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Personal Motivation | Kai Havertz

Pairing: Kai Havertz x Reader

Sumary: Where you give Kai a personal motivation before the match.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later), suggestive content , caution, SMUT,+18

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Half a world waiting for the Champions league Grand Final to play. Nerving, anxiety , not only is it what predominates , but also a lot of excitement , why play that great match that crowns one of the two teams as the best in Europe. Hours prior to the match, players had a moment with their wives, children, and girlfriends respectively.

K- Thank you for being with me, my love, you are my luck, never leave me. Kissing my nose and then my lips, while I was sitting on his legs. Y/N-You don't have to thank me for anything, I'm happy to accompany you every step you take and I'll be crazy the day you want to leave, but let's not talk about that, today is your day and you don't have to be upset, you have to be motivated.

Taking him by the back of the neck and leaving a passionate kiss on his lips.

K- uhm, how passionate my baby has become today. By more pegging to him. Y/N- I'll be more passionate, if you love me, play well and score some goals today, so my handsome, lots of luck and show off the world of what you're made of. I gave a short kiss on his neck, making him sighed and then I got up ready to leave as it was time for the boys to leave the stadium and we too. We say goodbye with a kiss and each one by his side .

As every final was a difficult game, plays that didn't come out balls that didn't come in. Until the 42 minutes of play, came what everyone wanted , the long-awaited goal, which to my joy was from my love. With a lot of effort, they were able to maintain that result. In the second half after the discount minutes, the final silvate rang rang, and finally it's time to celebrate.

Andrea- They did, Y/N, they did. I was frantically hugging Minutes later, they let the players' families down, so I quickly searched for my boy to hear him congratulate him and found him hugged by some of his teammates. Y/N-congratulations my champion. Filling his little face with many kisses. K- So EH won my award?? Y/N-Believe me, you've earned more than one. Kissing him and so I saw doing a show on TV.

After photos, feasts and interviews for a lot, we returned home where I would give my own prize to my sweetheart. K- Baby you want… He said as he walked into our room and was silent when he saw how he was dressed. Y/N- IF MY LOVE ?. I said approaching me slowly and provocatively. Her eyes darkened and she was without speech. Y/N- Why don't you come to bed my love and let it make you aware. I pulled him up to me, throwing him to bed and climbing on him.

Immediately I began to kiss his face, to what he began to lower his hands by my body, but immediately I stopped him, today it would be me who would have the control and was sure that I was going to enjoy it. Y/N- oh no, you're not going to touch me today. I took his hands and bound them to the sides of the bed like his feet, not without first taking away every garment that was in his body and leaving it to my mercy. K-No my love, I want to touch you, come be good girl untie me. His eyes were full of desire.

I simply ignored and continued with my torture, his eyes darkened even more when I took my hands to my bra and removed it. K- oh no, come on baby don't torture me like this Y/N- shhh… now is the time to reward and consent to my champion. I began gently massaging his limb, as he closed his eyes tightly and pulled his head back. I went from top to bottom, slow, torturing him, had his breathing agitated, and tried to break off the ropes.

Y/N- Do you like my love??. Ask what he groaned and nodded Y/N- responds to. I stopped my movements. K- IF MY LOVE, A LOT (SAID) Y/N- Do you want me to go faster?? He nodded, but didn't wait for her to repeat.

K- Yes, yes. He said immediately. I slid my hands along their length and brought my lips to his neck, kissed, biting and playing, while his breathing went out of control. I felt my hand wet.

I smiled.

He was enjoying, even more than I had thought, I continued with my movements and felt that he got wet even more. I went to her ear and kissed around her. K- moaned. - I'm going to cum, beautiful. Kiss your chin. Y/N- cum baby. I whispered in his ear. - You're too hard.

K- oh god. See it that way, bow, twist, MY GOD. Y/N-Do you want to be released? EH tell me love? You want it?. K-yes, please, come on be good girl. I smiled, I was happy with what I had done, so I fulfilled his request, started by his feet and then his hands.

Y/N- congratulations champion, I hope you liked your gift. I said still sitting about him. K- Oh yes, I was delighted. In the blink of an eye, I was under and by his gaze, I knew what was about to happen.

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ANOTHERS

Historic Day - Kai Havertz x Reader

Trip - Christian Pulisic x Reader

#kai havertz imagine #kai havertz one shot #kai havertz blurb #kai havertz fluff #kai havertz smut #football smut #football imagine #footballer imagine #chelsea fc imagine

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khttrpg · 1 year

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V0.2 Release Schedule

Hey all! Apologies for the long period on hiatus. Amongst other things I am now back on The Good Meds (fingers crossed no allergic reaction this time) and have gotten through the worst of several sudden tragedies in a row. So we're finally back on track to talk really seriously about KHTTRPG V0.2! (Sorry for the long wait!!)

Right now, the plan is to have the entirety of 0.2 released by May 31st, 2023 - about a month and a half from today. Whether I will release these in modular bits and pieces up to that point or if I will wait and release it all in May is currently tossed out to the voting populace, but regardless, this will be the final release date for all involved text!

I've compiled a list of all the updates under the cut so you can see what exactly took me so long! I've also included a few of the things I'm hoping to start working on after V0.2 comes out, life permitting. Examples of some of these will be posted in the next couple days to give a sense of what's coming, but feel free to ask any questions you may have! and keep in mind this isn't everything, just the big things! (:

Core Rules Changes

Major change to how Reducing a CR works, inspired primarily by Caltrop Core.

Addition of Memory mechanics.

Trading out and removal of certain redundant Talents for more useful ones.

Simplification of the Light/Darkness rules.

Less complex and more balanced levelling.

Addition of many, and better integration overall of, Abilities as a core part of the gameplay.

The return of EXP, but in a much simpler, easier to account for format.

Combat Changes

A pretty large, sweeping combat change – trading out of the “Attack Stat” for specific attack abilities that follow a code of Union Cross-inspired Power, Speed, and Magic Attacks; a generally more Ability-oriented combat system.

Complete rehaul of building enemies and how to run combat itself.

General attempts to find a middle ground between “my stats determine I lose this fight no matter what” and “this combat takes 7 full hours and 8 dice.”

A guide for how an MM can “map out” a battlefield to keep track of relative locations without losing the flow.

A specific list of damage types, and minor changes to the list of conditions.

More organized and elaborate options for combat rewards.

Classes

Adding passive abilities to the Keyblade class such as “able to open locks with a visible keyhole.”

Major changes to every class to account for the shift to a more Ability-oriented combat system.

A full recreation of the Witch class based on new Memory mechanics.

Magic

Adding an option to recharge MP through actions on your turn in addition to its passive gain over time.

Changes learning and upgraded spells to AP instead of stat-reliant.

Other

General language changes, typo corrections, addition of flavor text or examples to clarify unclear rules, etc.

Things that Won’t be in V0.2, but are on the docket for the future!

Weapon classes (as of right now, I have over 10 of these on the list to work on! These will likely be first priority after V0.2.)

Expanded shops/items

Gummi Ship rules, Synthesizing rules

NPC Ally rules

Further job classes (currently on list: Engineer, Berserker, Summoner, some sort of class based on Light/Darkness scores and neutrality)

Design updates...making it look pretty......making a functional pretty character sheet...........Art TM (maybe)

A new official name for the system, for "wait a second. this is kind of rude to the KH ttrpgs other people have made" purposes! (The URL will stay. I'm not giving up this prestige.)

#schedule #khttrpg #PHEW finally a real update with a timeline and everything!!#part of this is also dependent on me not having a job right now! it means i have a lot more free time but also that i. um #dont have money obviously. so if i face a sudden financial issue i may need to delay for purposes of Getting A Job #hopefully we'll get through v0.2 before that happens though!

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"that's what you get"

summary:

— Carlos always went head-to-head with you, often competing with who sang better to write better songs. You hated each other, well that's what everyone saw until one of you lets the heart win.

genre:

— band AU & aged-up

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— foul language/cussing

a/n:

— a request from anon, hope you guys enjoy it!

The guitars plugged into the amplifier as the crowd cheered, and someone cleared their throat through the microphone. Auburn hair was perfectly styled, skin glowing under the stage lights, and the audience swooned.

"Are you ready?"

Asked a deep alluring voice, a series of screams replied. The drums blasted through the speakers as the sound of the electric guitars followed. A song starts to play as the people sang along to the band performing on stage. The show was brilliant, exhilarating, and full of enjoyment. The closer the gig came to an end, the music blasted louder, enough for everyone to go wild.

It was usual for a rockstar named Carlos Madrigal. He'd be on stage with his band, happily playing songs for a willing crowd. Always wearing his leather jacket and boots, his eyeliner is beautifully smudged, and his piercings glimmer under the flashing lights. Even if it's his job, it never felt like it. Carlos felt like it was a dream come true every time he gets to sing and create music to his heart's content.

"Another successful show, amigo"

His bandmates commended him after the gig, Carlos grins ear to ear, mindless of the sweat dripping down his face. It felt great finishing a fantastic show, after all. The rest of the band insisted on going out for a celebration and he obliges. He had a couple of drinks and food to relish the moment.

But just when the rockstar thinks nothing can be better than this, the sounds of shoes clicking on the floor caught his ears. Carlos can see it in the corner of his eye; his bane of existence. In the form of a person, all dark-wearing with platform boots. He wouldn't have mistaken them if it weren't for the blazing makeup on their face. He can sense them stop beside him by the counter when he ordered another drink.

"Well, well, for it isn't the emo wannabe"

"Fuck off [Name]"

Carlos' voice goes raspy and harsh. The bartender fetches his drink as he grips it in his hand. He loathed the fact that you loved showing up at the wrong times, especially when his mood was exceptionally good. You chuckled sweetly at him, not phased at all. You leaned against the counter and asked the bartender your preferred drink. He doesn't face you nor spares you a look.

"Awww, did you miss me, my love?"

"Is there anything you can do better than ruin my fucking life?"

"Yes, I can write better songs than you, Carlos"

You smirked. Carlos lets out a loud scoff as he gulped down half of his drink, finally, he faces you. The look on his face was half-amused, he points a finger at you with a smile.

"You're delusional, [Name]"

"And you're the shittiest artist in the entire industry. It's a miracle someone is buying your mediocre songs"

"As if yours aren't dogshit. Just admit the reason why they listen to your songs is that it's pathetic. All you sing about is your stupid exes and cringy heartbreak"

He spat. This causes the smirk on your face to drop, Carlos chuckled and finishes his drink, enjoying the offended expression on your features. You crossed your arms, barely touching the drink that you ordered.

You and Carlos have been prominent rivals for what felt like a century. Both of you had a passion for music and started writing songs at a young age. The two of you met when you got second place in a singing competition, Carlos was first and that day he gave you a cocky smile, it made you swear under your breath. You got back at him after winning another completion, and boy, he never took that lightly. Since then, the two of you were keeping score of who got more wins. Often going head-to-head with your bands, seeing which band gets more listeners.

People who knew both of you can say the rivalry was silly, it did get petty to the point you two were arguing nonstop on social media, even to the point of pinning your fans against each other. It was evident that both of you had a fiery dislike towards one another, both finding joy in seeing the other down, and both seething when the other is on top.

"You wanna settle this shit once and for all?"

You proposed, your hand finally reaching for your drink and gulping it down. Carlos meets your eyes and squints, clearly skeptical but slightly interested.

"What? You're ready to raise a white flag, [Name]?"

He joked, finishing his drink. You sighed and fished for something in your jacket's pocket. You pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and handed it to him. Carlos raised a brow and reluctantly takes it. His eyes read the poster about a competition, it was a battle of the bands of some sort. He realizes where you're getting at and his pride immediately jumps in to join the contest.

"Whoever wins the contest, is the greatest, period"

"Oh, you're asking to get destroyed, amor"

Carlos smiles toothily. You turn away to hide the rising blush on your cheeks, you cleared your throat and put on a confident face.

"I think it's time to put this race to an end, Carlos"

"Who am I to deny an opportunity to crush you?"

"So, are you in?"

"Sí, por supuesto"

With that, you paid for your drink and sent Carlos a challenging grin before walking away. The rockstar was excited, something was telling him this match is going to be nothing like before. It was the final competition to settle the score and Carlos is prepared to win. He was ready to prove you wrong and tell you he was the best. A million ideas race through his head on how to destroy you.

Your nerves were all over the place as you checked on the reflection in your mirror for the nth time. It was so unlike you. The fidgeting of your hands and the constant retouching of your appearance. Today was the day of the contest, the final competition against Carlos.

"Argh! Dammit!"

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. Why does the thought of competing against Carlos one last time make you feel nervous? You should be confident and focused on winning, you should be eager on putting Carlos in his place. But why do you feel this way? You knew the answer but your ego wasn't letting you admit it.

You're scared that once the competition is over, Carlos would stop competing against you.

If you're going to be honest, you liked having to go against Carlos. It's the most fun you've had in the while. The thrill of the race to prove who's better brought excitement into your life. And the thought of it ending merely breaks your heart. You don't want it to end yet you're growing tired of the neverending competition against Carlos.

Eventually, your bandmates pulled you out of the dressing room, telling you the contest was about to begin. You were at the venue and there were a lot of people around, the audience, the judges, and the competitors. There were a fairly amount of bands joining the contest. You smirked when you walked by them with your band, their whispers were filled with awe. As your confidence easily rises, it easily falls when Carlos' band trudges by. Others gasped at the sight of him and his band.

You gulped. Carlos was wearing a red blazer and was shirtless underneath, your eyes try not to ogle at his chest. He had plaid pants and boots on. His hair was wonderfully messy, his eyeliner was perfectly sloppy, and his entire look was making your knees grow weak. When he meets your eyes, you nearly felt your heart stop. He sends you a grin before walking away.

The bastard

Sooner, the contest begins. You watched several bands perform, your band was going to play last, right after Carlos' band. You have this anxious feeling but it momentarily goes away when you glance at Carlos, who was scrolling through his phone, not even breaking a sweat.

Ugh, he looks so unphased, it's unfair

If only you knew how Carlos was losing his shit, internally. His mind was screaming every time you cast him a look. He felt self-conscious, he can't afford to lose this time, he wanted to win, he needed to win. And maybe if he does, you'll commend him. You'll sigh and admit how talented he is as you bat your eyelashes at him. You'll pucker your lips and...

"Oye, compadre, we're up"

One of his bandmates snaps him out of his mind, he clears his throat, and puts his phone away. As Carlos grabs his electric guitar and takes a deep breath before walking on stage. He smiles and winks at the people watching, hoping his charm would help him win. When his band starts the song, his eyes swiftly search for you.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Carlos sees you watching him. Your toes curl inside of your shoes at the sound of his voice, and the tiny hairs on your body stood up as his singing granted shivers down your spine. You lick your dry lips as you listened. You hate to admit how he's got your heart in a chokehold because the truth is you're drawn to him and it hurts.

The moment Carlos finishes singing, he goes deaf at the crowd cheering because he sees you get up from your seat to prepare. He felt assured with his performance but unsure if it was enough to win. If only there was a way to extend the competition a bit longer. You step on stage as soon as Carlos leaves, you hoped he'd stick around to hear you play. You put on a big smile on your face.

Carlos can see your eyes twinkling under the spotlight and it makes his heartbeat race. He hides at the side of the stage to see you perform. The drums kick in and you sing the first verse. The rockstar feels his skin tingle at your melodious voice, the sound of it never gets old. He never gets tired of listening to your singing, not that he'll admit it.

"No, sir. Well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore"

"It's your turn. So take a seat we're settling the final score"

"And why do we like to hurt so much?"

You try to hide how your voice wavering because you don't see Carlos in the crowd. But you try to focus and do your best, you try to ignore your thoughts roaring in your head.

"That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa"

Carlos doesn't hide the smile rising on his lips when you sing the chorus, you sounded so confident that it almost made him proud. He continues to stay and watch your performance. Your every movement and smile makes his chest go tight, he hates how you look perfect.

"Pain, make your way to me, to me. And I'll always be just so inviting"

"If I ever start to think straight. This heart will start a riot in me"

"Let's start, start, hey!"

The audience cheered as you sang, and you delivered the chorus with all of your efforts. Pouring all your heart and soul into the performance. When you reached a high note, the crowd goes wild. Carlos hidden in the shadows fights back the urge to clap. Your band's performance ends with enthusiasm. You go backstage and exhaled, shaking your hands to get rid of the nerves. You hear footsteps approach behind you and you whip your head around to see it was Carlos. Quickly, you smirked.

"What? Here to finally surrender?"

Carlos can no longer take it, even if he wins the contest he's losing against his own feelings. He let his heart win. His emotions were completely in control of him when he goes to grab the sides of your face and smashed his lips against yours. A muffled gasp escapes you as your chest explodes, and you blink several times. Before you can reciprocate the kiss he pulls away, and you frown.

"No, I'm not here to surrender. I'm here to tell you what you've done to me"

"I...oh, um"

You were completely speechless and Carlos takes it as a bad sign, he fights back the tears in his eyes with a cough. Your face was utterly red as you try to find the right words to tell him.

"That...why, Carlos?"

"I can't take it just being your favorite rival, it hurts you know. I guess that's what I get when I let my heart win"

He shrugs and your heart cracks. You never told him how you actually feel because he exits backstage and leaves you with your eyes watering. You sniff and wipe away the tears and went outside to see who won the competition. You see the judges on stage, ready to announce the winner. You took a look at Carlos whose face was void of any emotion, it brings a spike to your heart but you focus your eyes on the stage.

"And the winner is...The Ultraviolence!"

"WHAT?!"

You and Carlos exclaimed in unison at the announcement. It turns out nor did you nor Carlos won the contest, therefore, settling for a tie in the competition. You don't know how to feel about it as you released a groan, both of your bands only laughed and joked around, somewhat unaffected. You furrowed your eyebrows and walked over to Carlos, who was equally pissed.

"This is bullshit, Carlos!"

"I know right?! It's fucking rigged"

"The judges have no taste, the band's performance was shit"

"For real, let's get the fuck out of here"

Both of you left the venue, and continue to complain about the results of the competition. After that, the two of you were silent, seemingly clueless about what to do next. You decide to be the first to stop the rising tension.

"About that kiss..."

"Can we not talk about that, please?"

"Carlos, I...I feel the same"

The rockstar looks at you, eyes wide. You give him a genuine smile, suddenly becoming shy at every second.

"...Really?"

"Yeah, I just didn't know how to tell you"

"And here I thought you were more into douche bags"

"Hey!"

You punched his arm and he laughs. You gained the courage to give him a peck on the cheek, now it's his turn to blush. Honestly, you could get used to this. But then again, nothing beats being rivals with him. So, you have another proposal in mind.

"Okay hear me out, since none of us won the competition. How about another, you know, to finally settle the score?"

"Ay, just admit you can't get enough of me, [Name]"

"Yuck, who says I'm into you?"

"Sure, I'll accept the challenge. Ready for another round, mi amor?"

Carlos leans in, taunting you and you place your hands on your hips with a challenging smile. You couldn't ask a better person to be rivals with.

"Of course, darling"

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Please don't read if you are not into smut! This will have female pronouns, not vanilla and two parts! Will contain Praising kink, degrading kink, size kink, breeding kink, vangial play, whip play, nipple play, and light choking/gagging.Please don't read if you are not into smut! This will have female pronouns, not vanilla and two parts! Will contain

Lucifer struts his way in with a music folder full of score sheets and his whip in leather-gloved hand. He double-checked to make sure to put a sign up on the bright white with golden details and double doors that says "Do not disturb, practice is going on." You sat there where you were seated, swollen down whatever saliva was pooling in the bottom of your mouth. Watch his every movement and body language with nervous glimpses as he locks the door before coming to where you were. You stare down at the piano keys in front of you. He could tell how nervous you were by the speed of your heart rate, the scent of anxiety wavering off your body like a scared animal in front of a predator. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight as he sets everything up for your lesson of the day. He settles down next to you shuffling through the number of music sheets, he compiled over the centuries before choosing the best one. Already knowing the simpler ones like "Happy birthday," "Twinkle, Twinkle little star," and such, he pulls out Prelude in C Major by Bach for you to play for him. "Okay, darling once you're ready, you may play," Lucifer said in a quiet tone, folding his arms across his chest and eyes close after setting the metronome at a slow pace for you. As you start playing it started to sound correct until you had to switch over to the C Majors, you could tell by the facial expression he wore that he was starting to get discouraged, yet let it slide. You continued then to play yet again the C major been messing up on. The whip in his hand has to tighten with each mess up, he made you start over five times until he had enough. Now you stand up straight aspossible with your hands spread out on the keys with your uniform skirt hiked up as you hold it up with your teeth, leaving also completely bare in your panties. As Lucifer walks around you and the piano. For every mess-up, he lashes your behind with the beats of the metronome, you dare bend over or cry out. He would loop his pointer and middle fingers into your undergarments pulling them up into a wedge every once in a while he switch sides causing you to almost moan with the tugging. He pulled them harder between your lower lips and chuckles in a low almost raspy whisper blowing across the back of your neck as he answered your bitten-down moans. "Now be a good girl for me and I'll award my little pet even better prizes." You nearly whine once he fully lets go of your panties and continued playing, when you play half of it right he

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 37

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Time for y/n's first SDV Fair as a farmer!

Author’s Note: Leah’s joke towards the end is another stolen RomRas line. I could never make her this iconic myself u__u Hope you enjoy, I’d love to hear what you think! Take care x

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It’s finally the day of the Stardew Valley Fair. I’ve got a few ears of raw corn, a tray of corn bread, and a basketful of those forageables I gathered with Leah, all ready to be presented.

This is gonna go sooo badly.

It’s okay though. I’ve got this. I’ve totally got this!

My reputation as a city girl-turned-farmer is definitely not at stake.

Nobody will criticize my efforts.

No one will point and laugh and mistake me for the clown Lewis allegedly hired to perform.

Not even myself. Nope!

No way.

Not lying to myself at all.

(Yes I am.)

Aaand if my grange does earn the worst possible score, at least I get to see the neat stuff Robin, Leah, Clint and Emily made for the crafting category. Plus, Lady Welwick will be there, and so will a bunch of carnies with games, and there will be yummy food, which could all be a fun distraction.

I got up bright and early to make sure I’ll have everything ready to go, and so I can get there ahead of time to decorate my grange a bit. Maybe the added pizzazz will woo Lewis during his scoring. I shake my hands and head to fidget out my nerves and hype myself up.

Trying to really encapsulate the farmer ~look,~ I toss on a deep red jumper beneath my brown denim overalls. I farm in these a lot more than I wear them out these days, so they’ve got some wear to them. Proof that I am A Farmer!! Then, I braid my hair into twintails and wear the cute hat I won at the Egg Festival on top.

When I arrive in town, it turns out I’m not the only one who had the idea to get here early. Marnie is decorating her own display – it’s right next to the one I’ve been assigned – and Shane’s tending to a pen full of animals next to the saloon. Further down the town square, Clint is polishing a bunch of weapons. While this is going on, tents are still being set up, and Lewis seems busy supervising that.

“Nice to see you here so early!” Marnie greets me, a warm grin on her face.

I smile back, grunting as I plop down my baskets and bins on the ground in front of my grange. “I don’t have much, so I wanted this to at least look nice.” I stand up straight, a tray of cornbread and some faux flowers in hand.

“Your first harvest was lovely,” she reassures me while I plop the cornbread dead-center into the display, “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully today.”

Marnie places a comforting hand on my shoulder, and as I place some flowers around the cornbread, I briefly lean my cheek down to her hand. “Thanks, I hope so.”

Aside from the noises of us participants working and the carnies talking further away, the air is quiet. There’s barely a breeze today, and because of the chilly autumn air, not many critters are chirping. Every here and there, I merely hear a bunny or something scurrying around behind the buildings nearby.

By the time I’m finished setting everything up, most of the townspeople have flooded in. Must be 9 already. I’m proven correct as I hear a yawn and feel a hand on each of my shoulders, followed by a sharp chin on my head.

“Mornin’,” Sebastian grumbles, inspecting my set-up.

“Hello, my love,” I cheerily greet him, tilting my head up to see him. I wiggle him off me, and he obliges, wrapping over to my side.

“Looks good,” he comments.

“I’d hope so. Got here, like, an hour and a half ago.”

“Gross.”

“I know,” I agree, “So early…” I hug Seb’s arm and lean against it. “When does Lewis usually grade these things?”

“You’ve got a few hours. Why don’t we walk around a bit?”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go.”

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Seb and I played a few games, hung out with his mom and Leah by their granges, and watched the shitty clown in pure horror for a bit. As more people from out of town began arriving, we retreated up near the community center to eat some of the stuff Gus has been grilling.

“Feels way too early for barbecue.” Seb is still mad about being awake so early, understandably so. Was probably busy working late into the night. He looks super mopey as he bites down on his hot dog.

“It’sh sho good though…” I answer with my mouth full. I swear, I’ve never had a veggie burger that was so well-seasoned. Gus has to be some weird breed of food-wizard.

“Yeah, if there’s one perk to living here, it’s the food.” Seb takes another bite, then asks after swallowing, “Anything in particular you wanna check out next?”

“I dunno.” I peer over the bushes that line the short cliff overlooking town, and eyeball a tent that looks similarly decorated to the one Welwick had at the Calico Night Market. “I promised Welwick I’d pay her a visit, should probably do that sooner than later.” Peering back at Seb, I notice that he seems to be thinking hard. “What’s up?”

“Maybe I’ll go with you, this time, if that’s alright with you.”

Grinning, I nod with vigor. “Totally! You sure, though?”

He nods too. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and… I, like,” Seb pauses to get his thoughts together. “I don’t know if I want to be a wizard, considering how odd it still feels for me to be exposed to all this again.” That makes sense.

Nodding, I urge him to continue.

“But I don’t want to waste this weird gift either, if that makes any sense.” He shrugs, sorta to himself. “Seems less scary, now that I’m watching how well you’re adapting to it all. And also, I guess just seeing you have anything to do with it has been making me want to get involved…” His cheeks flush a little. “It would be cool if we could spend more time together when I’m not coding and you’re not farming, too.”

A little image of myself, Sebastian and Magnus working with one another in the tower flashes in my head. I feel butterflies in my tummy and get giddy with excitement – Was that a vision…? Or just positive thinking? – but do my best to hold it in.

“That would be really nice,” I nearly squeak. So much for containing myself. “I’m sure Magnus would be happy to help, too. I’m not really good enough yet to feel comfortable showing you the ropes alone.”

“Yeah, but I still have some things to sort out with him first.” He explains, “I really want to apologize for abandoning him.”

I take Seb’s hand – which was in a curled fist on the wooden picnic table – into both of mine, thumbing at his knuckles. “I’m sure you know by now that he’s literally, like, the sweetest person ever. He’ll probably understand.”

After nodding, Seb lifts my hands to his lips, pecking my bent fingers. “I hope you’re right,” he mutters, his lips still against my knuckles. “Would be weird if you two start dating and there’s still some unfinished business going on with me and him.”

I snort. “Thank you for not saying ‘getting jiggy’ again.”

“I should’ve,” he tuts. “Wasted an opportunity there.”

I roll my eyes and tug him up. “Come on, let’s go see that witch.”

Fingers intertwined, we make our way down the stairs and through the crowd. We run into Victor and his mom, who is so fucking beautiful holy shit, who’s deep in conversation with Caroline and Jodi. I wonder where Abby and Sam are, that he’s not off hanging out with them…? Either way, Seb promises that we’ll come rescue him once we’re finished with our current business.

Welwick’s tent is set up close to the cemetery. Feels fitting, for her to not just be further away from all the hubbub, but to also be near something spooky.

What’s also fitting is that Magnus is here – not even trying to disguise himself – and speaking with her. I guess he really was serious about trying to integrate himself into the town more. Hopefully he didn’t scare anyone this time…

“Didn’t expect to see him here,” I whisper to Seb. I look up, and he’s taking a deep breath in. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assures me with a squeeze of my hand. “Y’know what? This is perfect. It’ll force me to get that conversation out of the way.”

“Want me to go grab him for you?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, still watching the elemental. Magnus has no idea we’re nearby, unless he’s just hiding it. “When you go up to the tent I’ll just sorta… break off with him, and work from there.”

“Okie dokie,” I salute. We continue walking, and I clear my throat when we get closer.

Magnus peers up, and his eyes dart between Seb and I. He returns my grin, and offers a soft nod of the head to Seb.

“Hello,” he nervously greets us. “Er, I’ll be going–”

“Wait,” Seb prompts, and Magnus’ eyes flush pink. “Can… can we talk?”

After a deep breath, Magnus nods. “Of course.”

He says his goodbye to Welwick just as I’m releasing my hold on Seb’s hand, and we switch spots. I hope their conversation goes well. I’m sure it will, but who knows.

It’s funny seeing how Magnus towers over Seb when they’re side-by-side like that. Makes him look so tiny…

As I approach where Magnus was standing, I’m shocked and delighted to see Welwick’s hood down. Her dusty blue-gray hair flows in long, thick waves – easily down to the small of her back – with a thin braid framing each side of her face. Her pale ears, as pointed as I’d expected, are poking out of her hair and adorn a large sum of piercings. Finally, her eyes — which are just as wrinkled as I expected — look soft and sleepy and warm, with irises as blue as her signature cloak.

“Greetings, my young friend!” The woman welcomes me with a wide smile. “That relic has been treating you well, I hope?” Welwick motions towards my necklace and I nod, clutching it on instinct.

“Hi, yeah! I think I’ve started getting non-sleeping visions now, actually. Still hard to tell if it’s just my imagination or not.”

“Only time will tell. I hope it is as useful for you as it once was for me.”

“Thank you,” I smile shyly. I wonder if she really just wanted me to keep her company, rather than to discuss anything in particular, when she told me to stop by… so far it seems that way. “H-how’s your day been?” I offer.

“Lovely, thank you for inquiring. It’s always a delight to be in Pelican Town. The energies are fierce here – truly invigorating, indeed!”

“Is that just ‘cause of Magnus, or…?”

“Amongst other things, yes.”

We continue to talk, exchanging pleasantries until she decides to dive more into her past (or, at least what she can remember of it). She’s clearly very stoked to hear about how recently I started my journey with all this arcane stuff, and to share her own experiences in any ways that can help or inspire me. It’s adorable.

We only halt our conversation when Seb and Magnus return. They were still speaking, both with a soft smile on their features, as they walked over to meet us. Made me feel all fuzzy. When Welwick sent me off, I half-expected her to tease me about Magnus (or even Magnus and Seb). Nothing came of it, though, which I’m thankful for; I’ve already experienced enough of that from Robin in regards to her son.

“So, uh…” I cut the short silence as we stroll a few feet over to the side before settling. Magnus must want to be somewhat hidden, considering how he seems to be confining himself to this small area. “You two made up, or whatever, I’m assuming?” I look back and forth between them, fidgeting with my necklace.

Suddenly, I’m realizing how intimidating the prospect of possibly “being with” both of them is… it feels weird. Not a bad weird, but just something that’s gonna take getting used to.

“Yeah,” Seb responds from my left, while Magnus’ “Indeed” sounds from my right side.

“Honestly it feels undeserved,” Seb adds, “but I’m happy we got to catch up a bit too.”

“Likewise,” Magnus grins. He then peers down towards me, “You hadn’t mentioned you were acquainted with Lady Welwick. When did that occur?”

I shrug. “I haven’t really had the chance. Happened the same day I met Camilla.”

“Ah, Camilla’s still bugging you?” Seb observes, gesturing with his head towards Magnus.

A hefty sigh and exasperated expression accompany the taller man’s nod. “Gave this poor girl quite a fright, too.”

“Was like a real life jumpscare.” I shudder. “She’s so… touchy.”

Popping his knuckles, Seb says, “Fuckin’ succubus, that lady.” I raise an eyebrow, and Seb shakes his head. He puts his hands up in defense for emphasis. “Nothing happened, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t try.” I tilt my head and nod, completely understanding. She did come off as very flirtatious.

“Is she the same way with you, Magnus?” I ask.

“Not anymore, thankfully. It took that wretch ages to understand my ill feelings towards her outside of a professional exchange.”

We fall into another silence.

This is strange.

“Do you, uh, want to come walk around with us?” Seb asks Magnus. There’s a bit of a blush on his cheeks. I wonder if it’s out of mere embarrassment, or something more…

Y’know, I’ve had suspicions that he might’ve crushed on Magnus in the past, but what if it was more than a little crush? What if the feelings never went away? What if Seb’s jealousy at first was a combination of possessiveness over me, and envy that Magnus has feelings for me that weren’t returned to him?

Muuuch to consider.

Magnus shakes his head, rejecting Seb. “I’d like to slowly assimilate myself. It’s been quite a long time since I last attended the town’s festivities firsthand, rather than viewing from the sidelines.”

“So creepy…” I teasingly whisper.

“Hush,” Magnus grins, leaning down to softly elbow my shoulder.

My brain heavily hones in on how he has to lean down for his elbow to get to my shoulder.

I feel… so small…

Stop, (y/n).

Sebastian nudges me too.

Fuck. I forgot he can feel when I’m, um... feeling.

I grab his hand and squeeze it, gaze planted on the ground. My face feels hot.

I look up at Magnus inspecting me. He saves me the embarrassment of asking me what’s wrong, even telepathically, but I still feel my features burn darker. I drop my gaze again.

This is so strange.

I clear my throat. “See you around, then?” I offer, allowing Seb and I to part from him.

“See you around, my deee–” Magnus’ gaze darts to Seb’s, and mine follows.

“It’s okay,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“...my dear.” It comes out as just barely audible.

Another silence leads me to finally verbalizing what I’ve been thinking. “This is so strange.”

They both hum an agreement in unison, before Seb and I depart.

A few seconds later, I halt.

My partner looks back at me, tilting his head in confusion and stopping in his tracks. “What’s up baby?”

“Didn’t you wanna meet Welwick?”

He thinks about it, then replies, “Not anymore. I’ve had enough magic-talk for the day.”

“You got it.” I give him a thumb up, and then we continue onward.

A few more minutes of perusing the crowd for our friends go by, before we eventually just wind up back at my grange.

Seb pipes up, “We, um… we talked about you, and us, and all that.”

“Yeah?” I prompt, fidgeting with the ends of one of my braids.

“Yeah.” He sighs. “This is new to me, and apparently somewhat new for Magnus too… but we’ll make it work, ‘kay?”

I shrug, keeping my eyes on my fingers and hair; feeling nervous and unsure after our group interaction, given how unnerving it seemed to be for all three of us.

“Hey.” Seb tilts my face up by the chin, forcing me to look at him. “Even if nothing’s romantic with him and I, we both want things to work for you.”

Seb leans down, stealing my mouth in a kiss.

“I love you so much, and I can tell how much he cares about you,” he kisses me again before continuing, “so I’m ready to take all the time you need to get used to it.” He kisses me again, before murmuring against my lips, “Alright, princess?” Oh. This man has me in a complete trance.

His opposite hand comes up to cup my cheek, the one that was on my chin staying in place. I nod within his grasp, unable to find words, and he kisses me again, more passionately this time. It’s embarrassing – we’re surrounded by people, both familiar to us and strangers – but there’s no avoiding the way I completely melt into Seb’s sweet lips and gentle touch.

…Until we hear someone clear their throat beside us.

My eyes shoot open, and both of our heads whip to the side. Mayor Lewis is standing there, one hand on his hip and the other clutching his clipboard to his chest. Must be judgment time.

“Please, save that for elsewhere,” Lewis scolds us.

Unable to meet his face, I mutter an apology as I shift myself away from Seb.

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Unsurprisingly, I didn’t get first place amongst the farmers. That prize went to that Susan lady, who had an absolute unit of a pumpkin in her own display. Second went to Marnie, and third to myself.

I’m glad I at least beat Pierre.

Lewis had some nice things to say about the food I brought with me, but ultimately, he wanted higher quality, farm-grown produce as well as more variety. I suppose it’s pretty obvious that I just scrounged up what I could to toss in my box, but I’d hoped what I had would’ve earn me less critique than he gave me. I think he was still feeling grumpy about Seb and I having an impromptu snog-sesh out in the open.

Abby and Sam had apparently rescued Victor and brought him to hide in Sam’s yard, which is why Seb and I had such a hard time scoping them out. After receiving the memo, Seb and I stayed by them for a while.

Seb and Sam smoked and tossed a half-deflated beach ball around , and Vic lamented over how badly he wanted a hit, but couldn’t with his mother nearby. In the meantime, Abby and I sat against the fence neighboring Emily and Hailey’s place and talked about the most recent Prairie King news (DLC, babyyy).

Victor had to leave sorta early with his super hot mom, and once people started to clear out, Sam and Abby went inside for some kinda band stuff they’re working on. They invited me in, but feeling tuckered out from the day, I turned down the offer. Seb, on the other hand, was going to meet them there later. Already promised Robin he’d help her carry things home. After seeing those two off – they both refused my help, those stubborn little fucks – I opted to start cleaning up my grange.

Just as I began peering around for certain red-headed, forest-dwelling, art-making queen so I could give back this huge mushroom she found for me to submit, Magnus snuck up on me.

“What are you searching for, dearest?”

Dearest?!

Also, “Holy fuuu—“

Jas was about to run past us to see what Marnie’s up to, but she stuttered once she reached Magnus’ side. Her eyes bulged as she viewed Magnus’ towering form, then she continued her trek.

I scan the area quickly, and the adults nearby — with the exception of Andy — seem to pay no mind to Magnus. I wonder if they know of him, or if they just don’t care enough to gawk at the height, ears, and weirdly colored skin. He’s at least in normal clothing and uncloaked, so that’s probably helping.

I didn’t have a chance to admire his outfit when we interacted earlier this afternoon, but now that I’m viewing him in a turtleneck for the first time, I have to stop myself from ogling a bit.

“Uhhh,” I draw out the sound as I try and think up a replacement to show my fear and replace my fluster without cursing. I’ve got nothing. I grunt instead. “What’s with you and popping up seemingly out of nowhere all the time?”

“For the reactions, of course.”

“Oh, of course!” I sarcastically remark, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Prick.”

He grins. “How did you fare?”

“Third,” I whine, shrugging. “What about you?” I look the wizard up and down, “You’re awfully elementally, considering you’re out in the open today. I didn’t get a chance to ask about that earlier.”

As he responds, I set the mushroom aside and pile the faux flowers into the container I’d brought them over in. “It would be a tremendous burden to disguise myself as a mundane every time I leave the tower.”

“And if Abby recognizes you?” I smirk. I don’t know if she would, considering how nervous she seemed to be the night she met him as Mark, but it’s still funny to imagine the possibility.

“I will simply wipe her memory.”

“You can do that?”

“No.”

“Wait, what?”

“What?“

“Then… how would…” I meet Magnus’ eyes again, and they’re riddled with mischief. Oh. He’s fucking with me.

I roll my eyes and snort. I wonder if spending today around another elemental (who isn’t Camilla) is what has him acting all silly, compared to how timid he seemed earlier on. Just as I’m about to playfully insult the man and request a legitimate answer, I hear footsteps approaching. I look to my left, and see Leah sloppily making her way towards us. Her cheeks are rosy, and she has some sway in her step.

Robin did mention that the poor girl didn’t score very well…

I guess she drank about it.

“Ah, I was just looking for you before!” I exclaim.

“Y’were?”

“Mhm!” I grab the chanterelle and present it to Leah with a dramatic bow. “Your fungus, m’lady.”

She curtsies (to the best of her ability, being in pants), and lilts, “Oh, why thank youuu, beautiful.”

Beautiful?

My cheeks redden.

She winks. Fuck. She’s stunning.

I squeak.

Magnus quietly chuckles behind me, reading me like a goddamn book.

Blissfully ignorant to my swooning, Leah points over my shoulder with the mushroom in her hand. My eyes widen, and I turn back around towards Magnus. He seems nervy all of the sudden – must be remembering the painful interaction he had with Leah a few days ago.

“Hello,” he softly offers.

“What,” Leah clears her throat, “what isss swayin', canis lupus familiaris?!” She starts giggling wildly, as if she just made the sickest burn.

“Leah!” I can’t help but laugh with her as I grab the wrist that’s still hovering near my face and lightly shove it back towards her. “Don’t be a dick!”

“You command, whilst nearly in tears of laughter,” Magnus narrates.

It was pretty funny… A hearty snort escapes my nose before I apologize, covering my face with my hands and leaning my back against the table my display sits atop. The pig-like noise prompts him to laugh along with us.

“Did I not sound like’im?”

“No!” Magnus and I answer in unison.

I rub my forehead. “You wanna come to my place ‘til you sober up?” I offer her. “You can stay over if you want.”

“I’m fiiiine.”

After shoving the shroom into the front pocket on her green corduroy overalls, Leah moves closer and puts both her hands on my shoulders. It’s clear she’s using me to keep herself balanced while she tries to put on a serious facade. I plop my palms onto her fingers, letting her borrow me for a sec.

“Where’s Elliott?” I ask. Maybe he could take care of her.

“He went back to th’beach with Willy.” Leah stops to hiccup a little, then pouts. “So mean, that one.”

I chuckle, sarcastically responding, "Ah. So mean."

“Let me teleport you home, at the very least,” the wizard to my left and her right offers.

I scrunch my nose, peering up at him with uncertainty. “Would that be a good idea? What if she hurls?”

Magnus winces. “Ah, yes, that’s a fair—“

“Okay, sure, I’ll do that!”

Our eyes shoot to Leah. “I th-thought you were scared of him,” I claim, in a poor attempt to save Magnus from the curious drunk.

“Naw, he’s just a little weird, thas’all!”

“How… relieving?” the wizard tentatively responds.

I throw Magnus an apologetic smile, then transfer Leah’s limp hands into his own. “Good luck,” I murmur to him. Then, I put a palm on Leah’s shoulder, and order her, “Lee, until you’re home, do not let go of him.”

“Mmmmhm, yes ma’am.” She winks again. Even through her bumbling, it’s still a gorgeous, tummy-fluttering sight.

I shove my face in my hands again. Magnus clears his throat, urging me to meet his maroon gaze. I do so with my hands still comfortingly cupping my pinkened cheeks. “Come see me in the morning?”

“‘Kay.” I mirror his soft smile, before he vanishes with Leah in tow.

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