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xbruised-peachx · 9 months

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I NEED MORE GROMSKO SHIBARI IVE BEEN RE READING THAT SECTION FOR DAAAYS (specifically him in shibari you wrote it so good please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

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bc this has been rotating in my mind for a while as well (apologies to anon im sure this was written a while ago but i finally got to it so!) render by me, full version on my pat :3c Word Count: 3,946 Tags: Shibari/Ropeplay, fem!reader, denial/slight edging, lots of teasing, language kink (reader only slightly knows Polish aka me I've been learning lol), slight size kink, riding, creampie, not proofread (aka eve is gonna kill me for the Polish in this fic LMAO) Translations at the end 🔞+ STORY MDNI

“Here... Let me just...” He was talking under his breath, trying to adjust the meters of rope to find the middle. It wasn’t perfect, not some nice silky rope either, he said he didn’t want that. Instead it was brown and twine-like, like the one that always hung around his waist. He folded it again, leaving it in a nice quarter for you, or at least as close as he could get from just eyeballing it. “There... Now, we’re at step one.”

He chuckled softly as you looked off to your side, a printed guide with many steps over there. He gave you the rope, a look of sympathy on his face. You probably weren’t hiding your nerves too well from his expression. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, unable to stop smiling as he did. “Masz to, kochanie... I trust you, you know that...”

You smiled, nodding as you met his eyes after looking up from the instructions. “I know... Hmmmph... But the first step is having your arms behind your back. How are you gonna help me like that?”

He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean... kind of the point of it is that I’m slightly helpless but here...” He bounced his leg slightly, signaling for you to get off his lap. It made you laugh slightly as a jolt of pleasure ran up your spine, no doubt he had other motives as well as you were both undressed. His thick thigh rubbing against your pussy released just a little bit of tension from you. He turned once you were off, facing the instructions as he held his arms in position behind him. You held the bite of the rope cautiously, looking slightly over his shoulder. “I’ll try and tell you, and I’ll tell you the knots, just like we practiced.”

You nodded, still looking over his shoulder, your nose resting on it as you slowly pulled the bite under both his arms, letting the ends hang down. You pulled up on the bite, giving yourself some more room as you started to wrap it around his wrists three times. He told you himself he’d probably need more reinforcement, even if he didn’t resist you. He was a big, strong military man, through and through. But, God, it made you want to see his big body tied up even more. You tried to not fantasize too much in your head as you wrapped, just wanting to experience it all first hand. You kissed the back of his shoulder as you lifted up, letting your breath linger with your smile against his skin as you looked back at the strong rope holding him. “Okay... what knot first, Sobi?”

He cleared his throat lightly, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the notes. “Mmm... I’d say a box tie.” You nodded, remembering him showing you all the types of knots and ties you could do safely. He joked while showing you, saying the military was useful for more than just survival to him... that it was finally coming into use in the bedroom. He felt you tighten it, nodding to give approval that it felt good, secure and not too tight. “Now just wrap it around my left arm, bring it around my chest, then around the right.”

You remembered him saying not to place it too low so it wouldn’t hurt him, nor too high lest it just slip down. Cautiously, you brought it up and around, letting it touch his bicep before lightly pulling it across his chest as your other arm held it onto his bicep. “Right here?”

“Hmm...” Still able to move his arm slightly, he wiggled it slowly, making your hand softly caress his flexing bicep in the process. From the outside looking in, he didn’t seem ripped, but easily he could out-lift anyone he knew, his strong abs and muscles protected by a nice, soft layer of fat that made him so inviting to you. Like your own big teddy bear. “A little higher, like... above the bicep, barely where my shoulder ends... if that makes sense.”

You nodded, listening to him, he had to know himself the best. Slowly, with your arm still caressing him, you pushed the rope up. You heard him take a deep breath out of his nose, truly taking in the feeling of your soft hands against him, your naked body pressed against him. You pushed it even more, leaning up to his ear as you continued pulling the rope across his chest with your other hand. “Like this~?”

He gasped softly as the rope wrapped softly around his other arm, around the same area, taking in the feeling of your soft hands and the rough rope. “Tak~... Y-yes, I like it, kochanie...” His eyes were shut, only cracking open as you started to chuckle.

“No, no... like, ‘jak to?’ As in, is it okay there for position?”

“Oh... heheh, y-yeah, feels perfect there.”

He looked back at you, already his pupils starting to dilate from pleasure. “Mmmm...” you playfully scolded him, “you’re already losing yourself, baby. Got to keep it together, we’ve barely even started.”

He pouted back at you, just playing into the lighthearted joking. “I know... Mmm~... I guess you’re just a natural at it... already making me feel good.” He smiled at you, giving you a wink as you started blushing. He looked down at the instructions, squinting at the next step before taking a harsher breath out. “O, ja pierdolę... right, you have to go around more times now... So, uh, you’ll go under that one on my left and just wrap around... Don’t tease me too much, please, kotku?”

You smiled devilishly, doing as he said, pulling the rope under, but letting your fingers trail up his arm to his shoulder as you pulled it around. “No promises...” As you pulled the rope around his chest, you let your fingers interlace on the rope. They trailed gently across him, his soft hair and chest being teased, also acting as a double check to make sure it wasn’t too tight. He rolled his neck back, a soft kurwa escaping his lips as he loved your delicate touch against him, contrasting beautifully against the ropes that bound him, hugging his body roughly, but also comforting. You chuckled, catching his mouth as he leaned back, continuing to pull the rope around. Instantly, the kiss was deepened as he groaned softly in your mouth, his tongue trying to enter as soon as he could. He was desperate, even now, even just at the beginning. It was cute in its own way, but you couldn’t let him have everything, especially with the way he teases you himself. You let your tongue meet his for a moment, but quickly pulled away with a cheeky grin, watching as his face turned from confusion to frustration, letting out a little huff out of his nose. You looked over his shoulder at the directions again, because lord knew he wasn’t looking.

You pulled the rope under the stem, leading it over and around, then over and around again, until you repeated on the stem. It was hard to read the instructions from here, but you could tell the knot was secure but adjustable. He took a deep breath, leaning his head up slowly as he looked back at the directions himself. He attempted to wiggle his arms, but couldn’t get much of anywhere, ensuring it was perfect. He smiled softly as he read. “Okay... there’s another rope over there, you’re gonna attach it to the other one. Remember the ‘lark’s head’ knot?” You nodded, reaching over to grab the other long rope he had already prepared for you.

“It’s so nice how prepared you are, Sobi,” you smiled, genuinely complimenting him. He smiled softly, chuckling in response.

“Mmm, what can I say? A lovely lady like you who trusts me with her heart asks me if it’s okay to do one of my fantasies? Heh... Am I not supposed to make her life easier?”

You smiled, pulling down on the knot as tight as you could to keep it secure. “You say that like it isn’t a fantasy of mine as well... You’ve tied me up and just... I wanted to see you in it.”

He looked back at you, a smile on his face as his cheeks flushed red softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“Better than I imagined even,” you said with a big smile on your face, pulling the rope around his arm, this time going under his chest, your pinky playfully twirling in the hair on his chest leading down to his stomach. “I really love how it looks on your arms... Mmm, you already know how much I love hanging off them as is, so...”

He laughed softly, his laugh trailing into a heavier breath as your fingers continued dancing softly on his skin. “That you do... I imagine we have a similar feeling when I wrap it around your thighs, see that little bit of squish.”

“Probably it’s something similar... but your arms are too firm to squish,” your voice trailed off, bringing one of your hands up to run along his bicep again as you brought the rope around a second time, leaning up to his ear, letting your breath softly trace the shell of it. “So big and strong... everytime I touch you like this I just... mmm~, I want those arms doing something else to me.”

He smiled a devilish smile, just barely turning towards you as you slowly nuzzled yourself in the crook of his neck. “Mmm~, and you are worried about me getting worked up? Seems you are working yourself up, kochanie... I can feel your hips rubbing on my back right now.”

You hadn’t even noticed it, but he was right. A blush further spread across your cheeks as you backed away, finishing pulling the rope around. You did the same sort of securing, pulling it up and around a few times around all three branches of the rope. Looking back over his shoulder, he beat you to it, leaning to read himself. “Now’s time for the front.”

You smiled widely at him as he gave you a knowing glance. “Lap time again?”

He shook his head softly, “Not quite, it’s just you have to wrap it around my shoulders in the front, then you can get back in my lap... Trust me, I want it more than anything right now.”

You chuckled softly, pulling the rope through his arm to the front, starting to wrap to his shoulder. “Hehe... I can tell,” you said as you looked down to his growing hard on. It was clear he was into this, his tip pink and barely poking out. You smiled deviously, reaching down with your free hand to pull lightly to get his foreskin fully out of the way, making him quickly suck a breath through his teeth at not only your touch, but the feeling of the air hitting his sensitive tip.

“K-kurwa~! Kotku, I-... shit, you can’t just do that without warning...”

You smiled, feeling a little guilty but you knew he wasn’t too serious, just frustrated from all the teasing... how the tables have turned on him so suddenly. “Mmm~... sorry, you just looked like you needed just a little release...” You pulled the rope over his shoulder and to his back, pulling around and under to meet his other arm, pulling it through. “You seem so pent up, Sobi. Am I wrong?”

You tilted your head cutely as you asked him a question, sitting at his side as you sat there, waiting for his answer. He shook his head, his eyes almost pleading with you as he met yours. “No... God, no you aren’t. I really need this, baby please...”

You smiled at him, pity in your expression as you pulled the rope over his shoulder, reaching the end of it. There was one more rope left, this one a little shorter than the other two. You leaned over his lap, arching your back to tease him more. Your breast against his thigh as you read the instructions, your ass in the air so tantalizing to him, he groaned, cursing under his breath and making you smile more. “O mój kurwa boże...”

“Hmmm...” you played ignorant of your teasing, just reading what comes next in the directions. “Oh! Now it’s lap time!”

“Ohhh... great~...” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at him not being able to take such teasing. Though you suppose, this was a whole different level for him; rather than him just touching along your inner thighs, teasing the outside of your lips, or making his hand go the same pace as your grinding hips. His hands were literally bound as you were bent over in front of him so alluring, your naked body literally right within reach, but was physically incapable of being the palm of his hands.

You tied the last rope in the back, pulling it up and through his arm then letting it dangle, the rope tickling at his thighs. He bit his lip as you saw you readjust, coming back around to his front. Meeting his eyes, you picked up the rope, letting the end graze along his thighs in a tantalizing way, holding it in your other hand as you came to straddle his lap. He looked you up and down, his breath getting heavier moment by moment, seeing how close you were to him, hell, even able to feel the heat from your pussy as it sat inches away. “Don’t tease me too much... I know I keep saying it but... Kurwa, I don’t know how much more I can take...”

His voice trailed off into a more desperate tone, almost sounding like he was whimpering, begging you to give him what he so desperately wanted. You only gave him a pitiful smile, “I’ll try... But it’s a little... hard when I feel you so excited under me. Mmm~...” You let your hips just barely scoot forward on him, earning a groan from him but you said to yourself it was just you adjusting as you pulled the rope across the right under the opposite collarbone. “ It’s just so tempting...”

He chuckled, barely bucking his hips up to yours, making you gasp softly and nearly lose your grip on the rope. “I can say the same for you, kochanie~... So, so tempting...”

You giggled, feeling his cock nestled right at your entrance but unable to enter. Unintentionally, he just led himself into this little trap... a little trap that left him yearning to be inside you even more. “It’s only a little more, miśku... then I’ll have my way with you...” You let your hands trail more on him as you pulled the rope across to the other side, going over then under, making sure to take your time tying a decorative knot at the front of him. You watched him intently as his chest rose and fell rhythmically, despite the deep breaths he was taking. His own eyes watched as your small, delicate hands tied the twine on him, watching those perfect hands expertly work the frayed, imperfect rope.

He whined softly as he wiggled his hands, feeling your wet pussy pressed against him. He knew you wanted this, though your hands went slow, it was just to mess with him more. So you could just feel him get harder under you. He didn’t even think he could get so turned out, but the harsh ropes binding him, making it so he couldn’t touch you. He could only groan in frustration, though the denial only excited him more.

You pulled the rope under the one by his arm and pulled through his arm, letting it rest behind him. You leaned up to his ear, unintentionally grinding yourself on him again as your sultry voice whispered in his ear, “Just one more knot... then I’m done.”

His breath hitched as you spoke, his hips desperately rising to meet yours again, anything to help with this painful hard-on he had. But you didn’t help at all, wrapping your arms around him and leaning over his shoulder, nuzzled close by his neck as you tied the final knot. So close to him, you were able to hear the little whines he let out under his breath as he grinded himself into your core. You bit your lip, suppressing yourself from letting out your own moan. “Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie... Pr-... Pleeeaase~...” He desperately whined as he grinded himself further into your now sopping wet cunt, trying to tie that knot faster as you couldn’t resist him anymore either.

You finally finished it off, pulling your arms out from around him and immediately locking them around his neck, pulling him close as you kissed him messily. He didn’t help at all with the mess, barely able to control himself as he pushed himself into you, his tongue running along your bottom lip within seconds. You welcomed him in though, fingers interlacing with the bottom of his hair as you pulled him even closer.

Still grinding, even with your tongues interlocking, he was wanting so much more. He pulled away his eyes half lidded as his pupils dilated with lust. “Proszę, baby, fuck me already~... Boże, I can feel how wet and I just... Potrzebuję cię, kochanie~... I’ll do anything...”

His begging turned you on even more, it made you not want to do as he said... just so you could hear it more. But you couldn’t resist it either. Slowly you pulled yourself off his lap, just to tease him more, build more anticipation in him. He helped out, wiggling his hips down the bed more so they were parallel with it. You reached down to him, holding him by the base, feeling it throb with just your fingers as you lined yourself up. Slowly slipping your entrance on him, you expect some more resistance with the lack of foreplay, but after a couple little pushes, you were able to take him in, moaning as you slowly slid down, taking him to the base. He watched for as long as he could, until he just succumbed to his own pleasure, moaning softly and closing his eyes, head falling back just barely. You smiled devilishly, seeing him already losing himself in you. You wait for his eyes to open, looking at you with such desire before you asked, “...You ready?”

He chuckled softly, biting his lip as he bucked his hips up, egging you on to continue, “As ready as ever... How about you?”

You rolled your eyes at him light-heartedly, putting your hands on his shoulders as you slowly moved up. “Mmm~... maybe I should tie your legs next time too.”

He laughed, letting out a deep exhale through pursed lips, “Don’t know about that one, baby... Nggh~... already... hard enough as is.” As you slid back down, he leaned forward, getting right by your ear as you gasped, him doing another little thrust to push himself deeper inside. “Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś... How badly I want to grab your hips and fuck you so hard right now.” His voice came out as a growl... so deep and nearly threatening... but with him restrained, he was unable to act on such empty threats of good times.

“Heheh~... But your hands are tied, quite literally...” You ran your hands down his shoulders, running them down to where the ropes crossed in front, holding onto that for balance as you pulled yourself up again. He groaned, kissing onto your jaw as he cursed under his breath. “I’m the one in control here, Sobi... Mmm~, and I’ll fuck you so good if you just sit back and enjoy it...”

You felt him nod softly, lifting off your jaw as he met your eyes again, reaching right by his head before going down again, starting your rhythm of riding him. He watched you carefully as you took him in so expertly, his mouth sitting slightly agape as his breath got heavier. You started to roll your hips, earning a more needy moan from him as his head went back, and you saw slightly behind him, his hands balling into fists as his moan turned to a whimper. You felt so powerful right now, turning this huge, strong man to whining and begging under you, despite you still having to look up at him as you hit the tip of his cock. That thick hard cock too... you couldn’t get enough of it. When your hips rolled just right, it hit that spot inside that had you shutting your eyes as well, clinging even harder on the ropes. So focused on riding him, you could only let out heavy pants but once he bucked his hips, seeing him hit the spot inside you, you couldn’t help but cry out, cursing under your breath.

As you continued, he kept up his own little thrust inside you, making you moan more and more. Part of you wondered if he was chasing his own climax, or if he was just trying to make you feel good. Everytime you moaned though, breathily saying his name, you would see his arm wiggle, shoulder desperately trying to reach to you but being unsuccessful. He pulled himself forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he moaned more, his thrusts getting slightly more erratic. “Mój Boże~... proszę, baby... I’m so... Kurwa~, I’m so fucking close, are you?”

You giggled softly, feeling yourself on the edge but just barely there yourself. “Just about~... Ahh~! I-I’ll get there soon, just finish whenever, babe...”

“C-can I cum inside you? Please, please, please, kochanie, I want to so badly, pleeeeaase~...” He desperately whined, whimpering as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts, making you moan and your own climax approached just as quickly.

You giggled softly, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Oh~... you will finish inside me... Nggh~... Come on, Sobi... Do it, cum inside me make me yours~”

Those words pushed him over the edge, biting onto your shoulder as he pushed down as hard as he could, cumming with a growl that turned quickly to a whimper. Erratically pushing himself deeper inside with little thrusts, you felt the warmth go even deeper inside you. Those deep thrusts against you nearly sent you over the edge, but as he slowly came down from his high, he pulled back, thrusting harshly as he let out one final spurt of cum right into your g-spot. Feeling that warmth all pressed against you, you hit your climax, moaning out his name as you came. He admired the sight, finally coming down fully to see you shaking, bouncing slightly on his still hard cock. He kissed your neck, encouraging you as you came down. “So good, kochanie... You fucked me so well, kotku... Moja piękna dziewczyna~... so beautiful cumming for me...”

You caught your breath, coming down to his wonderful words, leaning over and catching his lips as they lifted, bringing him in for a much more passionate kiss. When you leaned back, opening your eyes slowly, the both of you were smiling, unable to hold back the love you felt just from gazing at each other.

“Thank you, kochanie...” He wiggled his arms, making sure you could see it. “Now, could you uh... untie me? I just want to hold you now...”

Translations! Masz to, kochanie- You got this, baby Tak- Yes Jak to- Like this, jak being the comparative "like" rather than the enjoyment "like" O, ja pierdolę- Oh, fuck me Kotku- kitty/kitten Kurwa- fuck O mój kurwa boże- Oh my fucking god Miśku- bear (diminutive) Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie- I want you so bad, baby Proszę- Please Potrzebuję cię- I need you Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś- You have no idea what you've done to me Moja piękna dziewczyna- My beautiful girl

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #gromsko #gromsko mw2 #gromsko x reader #mw2 x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #sobiesław kościuszko x reader #sobiesław kościuszko #grom writing

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eduurun · 5 months

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Leeeeg daaay 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

How I missed squeezing the strength out of my legs. I ended up with my legs shaking, but what a pleasure it is.

Now time to rest and enjoy the rest of the week off that I have. Tomorrow is the day of Medieval/Christmas Markets.

Today’s workout 🦵🏻🏋🏻

Pallof press lounge position 3x12

Lateral plank aducction 3x12

Barbell squat 3x8 55 kg

Bulgarian squats 3x12 15kg

Hip abduction (machine) 3x8 75kg

Calf raise 3x12 12,5 kg

Leg press pure 2x16 80kg

Back extension 3x12 15kg

Walk on the treadmill

#personal #fitblr #healthblr #fitness #gymblr

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years

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“wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?”

(as they inch towards him🙈)

lee!peter1 because i love how you write for him as a lee and ler!peter2 & ler!peter3 :))))

ilysm!!! you’re fics are amazing sweet🥰🥰

Anon: hi! I love ur stories! They are so cute! Do you think we could get one with Lee! Peter 1 where his brothers are giving him some loving tickles and they find out about a new spot on the front of his neck sensitive to nuzzles/raspberries/tk kisses? eheheh it’s a lil headcanon that lives rent free in my head sdfghj

(These two fit together so perfectly that I had to put them together! @babyparker11 and Anon, this is for you both ❤️ thank you for your kind comments and support! Both mean so much ❤️ P.S: I don't know if the song genres fit very well, but I had to throw a pun in 😁 Let me know what you guys think and have a great day!)

"Wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?" Peter 1 exclaimed as he scooted backwards across the couch.

"We haven't gotten to see you all daaay! We've been cuteness deprived!" Three teased as he and Peter 2 crept closer.

"More than that, we've been deprived of any giggles too," Peter 2 chimed in. "That makes for extra hungry tickle monsters."

Peter 1 smirked as held up his foot. "Then maybe the tickle monsters shouldn't have gotten me footie pajamas."

As the weather got cooler, the three Peters tried to dress as warmly as possible. Peter 2 and 3 exchanged a look before turning back to the youngest.

"Trying to use our own weapon against us." Peter 2 teased as he quickly grabbed his ankle and yanked. "Well that's not going to stop us.

The youngest squeaked as he fell back on the couch. Nervous giggles poured out of his mouth as Peter 3 lifted his upper half so he could sit behind him. "We tickle monsters have a way of working around those things."

Peter 2 wrapped one leg around the youngest's waist. "If anything, those pajamas make you even cuter."

Three wrapped his arms snugly around the youngest and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Doesn't he look even more like a little kid?"

"I know. How old are you again bud? I can't remember if it's 18 or 2."

Peter 1 pouted.

Three squinted playfully. "Someone's in a tickle mood."

Peter 1 blushed and tried to hide his face.

"Oh? I think you're right Three." Two glanced down at Peter 1's feet. "Though, I'm guessing the pajamas mean no more feet tickles?"

Peter 1 nodded. "Plehease?"

Last time the older two had attacked, they had each grabbed a foot and played these little piggies. While the youngest had enjoyed it, he didn't want a repeat for a little while.

Two nodded. "No feet tickles. Got it."

Three smirked. "But what about neck tickles?"

One's eyes widened comically as his giggles grew. "Uhum . . ."

"Is that a yes um or a no um?" Three whispered into Peter 1's ear.

"Yehes!"

Two smiled. "You heard him Three."

"Loud and clear."

One squealed whenever Peter 3's face met the side of his neck. The middle brother hadn't shaved yet either and that made the ticklish feeling even worse.

"Look at how cute you are." Two teased as he spidered a hand across the youngest's stomach.

The thicker fleece of the pajamas helped a little, but One's stupid spider sense still tingled at the added attack.

Suddenly, One let out one of the loudest of squeals the older two had ever heard.

Three jerked his head back and looked at Peter 2 with the biggest grin he could make.

"What did you do to get that noise?" Two pushed.

"I nuzzled right here." Three explained before nuzzling into the front of Peter 1's neck again.

The youngest squealed and kicked his legs as much as he could.

Two grinned. "After all our attacks, how did we just find out about this spot?"

"Someone's been keeping secrets." Three teased before throwing in a raspberry.

Peter 1 squealed. "IHI DIHIDNT KNOHOW!"

"Well now we do."

Peter 2 tapped Peter 3's head. "Hey Three? I wonder if it works over here too."

With Three's head out of the way, Peter 2 nuzzled into the other front side of Peter 1's neck.

"EEEEEEEHEHE!"

Three laughed. "Michael Jackson would have had competition with your squeals around bud."

Peter 2 had to lean back and laugh at Peter 3's comment. "Gohood one!"

"Who's Michael Jackson?"

Both older brothers stared wide-eyed at Peter 1.

"The brother of Janet Jackson," Peter 2 added.

"Umm. . . should I know who that is?"

Peter 2 face palmed. "Young people these days."

"I would have forgiven you for not knowing Michael, but Janet!"

The youngest scrunched up his shoulders. "Sorry. I only ever listened to ACDC with Mr. Stark and Aunt May was more an Elton John fan!"

Three smiled. "I am so opening your eyes to a new genre of music."

"Not without me."

Peter 1 looked between his two older brothers with the most confused expression on his face.

Peter 2 laughed. "Sorry, we went off on another tanget."

"Still want more tickles?" Three teased as he used his fingers to squeeze the bottom of Peter 1's ribs.

Peter 1 squealed and squirmed harder, but he still managed to nod at the statement.

"You're so cute Bug. I just gotta eat you up." Peter 2 added in before leaning forward and planting kisses into the new found tickle spot on the youngest's neck.

"I wonder how ticklish your neck really is Bug. Obviously more than we expected."

"Guess we'll have to test that theory."

Peter 1 eyes widened again as he giggles picked up. "Oho noho."

With the tickle attack back on track, the older two turned the attention back to Peter 1's neck. He was attacked with multiple kisses, nuzzles, and raspberries. Howver, Peter 1 only asked them to stop when both sides of his neck were nuzzled into by unshavened faces.

"OKAHA---." Peter 1 snorted. "AHAY! OKAHAY!"

Peter 2 and 3 immediately pulled away. Even though the tickles had stopped, Peter 1 continued giggling. "Ohoho mahan."

"You good bud?" Three genuinely asked.

Peter 1 smiled and nodded.

Two chuckled. "He just loves a good tickle."

The blush on Peter 1's face reached his ears. "Soho do yohou!"

"This isn't about me though. It's about how cute our baby brother is."

Three placed a kiss atop the youngest's head before releasing him. "And how much we need to corrupt him. Come on, I know what we're going to do today."

Peter 1 grinned. "Okahay Phineas."

Two froze as he got off his brother. "Is that the sponge Peter 3 likes to watch so much?"

Both younger brothers stared wide-eyed at the oldest.

Oh yeah, he was getting educated too.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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bunnyb34r · 2 months

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I think the universe WANTS me to have a breakdown at work honestly

Did the other side of the table's clearance, which was somehow worse?? I think this side had more items honestly. So I moved aaaaall the old Sharter's (even the pjs that the girls say are $8 and boys $6 but I leave the $8 sign up bc I dont want to hear front end whining ab customers asking which one was on sale/why isnt the girls one on sale. The boys will still ring up as $6, itll just be a suprise :) ). Essentially swapped them and the licensed shit but it wasnt a one to one swap bc ofc no one recovered for me overnight so it was pure hell. Someday I'll have to swap the carters onesies and the licensed pjs that are now on the "wrong" side of the table (ideally the baby stuff would be one side and big kids the other but fuck you that's why) put out 4 new items, thankfully they FINALLY got smart and got rid of the stupid way they used to do these boys shirts (cardboard hanger pinned to a cardboard bar) and they're packaged like NORMAL multi pack shirts 😩🙏

Then I was like phew everything is out of the steel except the endcap which I'll do tomorrow... what the fuck is that

Homicidal ForkliftDriver asked me if I wanted these new multi pack leggings. At 7:55am. (: no.

Like son of a BITCH. That means I have ANOTHER fucking item to find room for (on top of the old tshirts I forgot ab when I was moving shit and didnt leave room for so I threw them in a box sgdgdgdgdggdgd) and with my luck like 6 new items bc we were so fucking behind and now everything is coming in at once! AUGH

And ofc the girl who usually recovers my area is either on vacation, quit, or just got equally overwhelmed with my area and bailed like everyone else, bc it was a goddamn mess. I haven't been able to stock the NikeShitë area in daaays let alone recover it and no one else will even try 😭 and it's getting worse by the day and I'm so overwhelmed like I want to cry

I know I'm the one putting this pressure on myself but I take pride in my job and it looks like I cant do my job and not that I need help bc I only work 20hrs a week and I'm the only one doing this area and that I'm getting overwhelmed with pallets and clearance but god I feel like pingu :( *sad noot noots*

#marquilla #it's like i know i can just leave the new shit in the steel until im caught up but i know that i cant bc if i do that then for sure the next #day ill get more in and then ill feel like i wasted my time by not taking care of it first and AUGH #when i do my new endcap ill need to find space for two shitty stacking items and i know the Chamagedon shit is coming down the pike soon bc #thats the alternate endcap and im like ohhh im gonna die die...#it's giving me suicidal ideation #and theres inventory in April and im on vacation the last week of march and idk WHEN we're going to do inventory and im like well i cant #cancel my time off bc i need it for more reasons than one but like i cant trust anyone to actually do my job for me and it's like just so #overwhelming to think ab and taking it day by day isnt helping when im fighting to get to the end of the day every day yknow????#work talk

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loonysama · 1 year

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Fierce and Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published of WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

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Valentine Bear

Frozen (Ryder/Kristoff; Anna & Kristoff; background Anna/Hans)

“So what’s new this year?” Anna asked, her nose always near Kristoff's Peeps holiday displays.

Kristoff tucked the package of Peeps he had just thrown in the air behind his back and turned as she walked by. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She nearly knocked Kristoff over grasping at it behind his back.

“Ooh!” she said when he stretched his leg back to keep them both upright. "It's a rough gig you got there! You know, actually having to do what your manager says!”

Kristoff looked around, and shrugged. "Let me know when you see a manager.”

Anna chortled. “Hi- larious ! Assistant manager is a manager if there isn't a manager around! That makes you my employee. Obey!”

“Well, don’t let it go to your head or anything,” he teased before finally letting her steal the Peeps.

“Aww, they come in heart shapes this year?"

Kristoff started to tell her about the chocolate covered heart lollipops he was going to make at the bakery, but she picked up her original train of thought. “Kris, you know I love you, right? And you’re, like, sooo handsome, and all that,” she exaggerated facetiously.

She pinched his biceps, and said with a mocking tone, “I mean. Arms. For. Daaays … If you’re into the sort of thing.”

“Well, you’re not exactly my ideal, either, you know,” he said with a genuine smile. “I mean... in a pinch,” he said with a wink.

She stuck her tongue out at him, then she bit her lip. “So, um, listen, Kris. You know the new produce guy Ryder?”

Kristoff leaned on one of the boxes he was unpacking and knocked it over, then stepped on a package of neon yellow Peeps that had just fallen out. “Ryder?” in a high-pitched, breathy voice as his foot slid out from under him.

He groaned when he landed flat on his back, and Anna giggled and knelt over him. “Uh-huh! Thought so! You just can't seem to take your eyes off of him, can you?"

“See, this is why you’re not allowed within five feet of my displays.” He even marked the floor at four points around the display area with taped black X’s that couldn’t be removed. Anna knew better.

"Look, it's my job as your best friend to notice these kinds of things. And I've noticed that ever since he started you've avoided the produce department."

He rubbed the back of his head, which fortunately only barely touched the ground. “I’m ok, by the way. Thanks for your concern.”

Anna ignored him and continued, “Come on, Kris, admit it. You've got a crush!”

Kristoff gulped, “Mmm. Mhmm. You got me,” he said in defeat because lying to Anna was never worth the time or energy. She never gave up and always found out anyway.

Anna held her hands out to help Kristoff up, and she squatted down so low that she almost fell over. Their giggling didn't interfere with her mission, though. "So, Kris."

She clapped her hands together and held them in front of her nose. "So... Ryder’s going to be helping you with the display today.”

Kristoff pursed his lips, and awkwardly extended his arm to rest on the boxes again, but thought better of it, so it landed on his hip instead. “Wait, what?” he asked, as nonchalantly as he could, which was not very.

"I’m not sure if you were aware, but,” she pinched her still shiny ‘Asst. Manager’ badge and held it out as a reminder. It was impossible to forget since she's brought it up almost every day for the past six months.

A crooked smile took hold of Kristoff’s face as she continued.

“Man-a- GER ,” she said, elongating each syllable.

“Mhmm assistant ,” Kristoff coughed into his hand.

Ignoring him, she continued, “It’s my job to manage people, see? And you need help. So I’m managing you. Anyway, I think Ryder studied art or something?”

His smile spread to something mischievous, when he said, “You know, you only got that job because it's the only position in the entire store that doesn't require coordination!”

Anna crossed her arms, and said, “Says the man that just wiped the floor at the mere mention of a cute boy… Anyway, we both know it’s cause I’m bossy. That’s why-”

“Anna?” Hans asked as he rounded the corner. She snapped to attention, and bit her lip. Hans rubbed his toe on one of the black X’s, and barked, “Have someone get these off. I’m sick of looking at them.”

“Will do!” Anna readily replied with eyes squinted in Kristoff's direction. It's not liked they worked anyway.

Hans looked Anna up and down, then frowned at Kristoff, who pretended not to notice. Then Hans looked at Anna again and said, “I need to see you in my office when you’re done there.”

“Coming!” she said eagerly.

Hans paused to give her a slight smile. Then he winked at her, and she turned bright red. Kristoff broke into laughter, and said, “Ok, that definitely has nothing to do with why you got promoted!”

“Shut it!” she said playfully with a slap on his shoulder. It was only funny because it wasn't anywhere close to being true. “Anyway, duty calls!”

She pointed at him before she left, and said, “But be nice, Kris. Ryder’s super sweet, so don’t scare him off!”

Kristoff scoffed, “When am I not nice?”

Anna pouted, then pointed two fingers from her eyes to his. “I’m watching you, Bjorgman!”

Continue reading @ AO3.

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#fierce and feisty friday!#frozen fanfic #rydoff #kristoff & anna #hansanna #best friend antics #valentine bear

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goddess-in-heaven-and-hell · 2 years

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Something Wicked This Way Comes Pt. V - Gwynriel One-Shot

The (probably) last part of this witchy series. No warnings other than fluff for daaays and a little tiny bit of spice at the end. Enjoy :)

Azriel POV

The clearing of the forest was illuminated by the soft glow of thousands of candles and merry bonfires. Owls hooted in the distance, frogs croaked as they splashed from stone to stone, fireflies glided through the night sky. There wasn’t one corner in the whole woodland that didn’t come to life to witness the full moon ritual of the coven.

Everyone was clad in white and moved on the mossy floor barefooted. The various gowns, suits and armors glowed even brighter from the fire and the moon, who shone upon the party in all its glory. As if it knew that the foreign visitors of the coven were present, and it wanted to show off for a bit.

Gwyn wore a pure white dress too. The long skirt of it flowed around her legs with the softness and elegance of water, the wide sleeves covered her whole arm as she stepped through the thicket and onto a path that led to the ritual grounds. For the warm night it ended up being, she was pretty covered up. The back of the dress, however, was sown with a lovely cut-out, showing off her fair skin underneath.

Azriel was itching to trail the tips of his fingers over her back, until he’d be met with the soft fabric again. Gwyn looked positively radiant this night, and he had made a point in telling her exactly that from the moment she stepped out of her room, a little shy about her new look, but excitement oozing out of her every pore.

Even now, after a good ten minutes of wandering through the woods with the coven, she barely contained herself, every muscle working and her head nearly getting whiplash from the speed she yanks it from left to right, soaking up the surroundings. A smile was permanently etched onto Azriel’s face, just feeding off her emotions and happiness.

Well, that smile had been there from the moment she asked him to be her boyfriend, if he was being honest with himself.

He still couldn’t quite understand. How he deserved her, how she’s his mate, how she’d confessed that she felt as deeply and strongly for him as he felt for her. That grabbing her hand and holding it tightly to keep her from slipping was to be his new normal now.

He couldn’t wait to tell his family about this.

Cassian would be over the moon, probably breaking Azriel’s back in the hug he’s not going to be able to dodge. Nesta would need some time convincing that he is able to make Gwyn happy. The sister-like bond the two shared hopefully would end up working in his favor. And –

“AZRIEL!”, Gwyn had stopped her wandering to glare at him, her hands on her hips, “have you heard what I said?”

He had not. And his Shadows had zero to no intention of helping him, whispering Why don’t you listen to our mate? If they were inclined to swearing, they probably would have added a dumbass.

“Sorry, love. I decided I’m not going to listen to you in the future if you don’t address me as ‘boyfriend’. ‘Az’ would work too, but that would make me very unhappy.”, which was a complete lie. But for now, he wanted and needed the reassurance. “Actually, I’d like a proper nickname, while you’re at it.”

Gwyn snorted, grabbing his hand again and mumbling what sounded like ‘Illyrian baby’ under her breath. But she was his girlfriend, she was allowed to do that.

“I was asking you, oh dearest boyfriend of mine, if you are fine with going to the tarot reading first before checking out their food?”

“Sure.” She could drag him through the thicket head first and he’d enjoy it if it meant she was happy.

The little group they were walking with came to a halt, joining in the already building crowd. Felicity, the tiny witch that invited Gwyn to their festivities only a day ago, came to welcome them with a broad smile on her face. “I am so happy you could make it! I wish you both a blessed full moon.”

Azriel and Gwyn repeated the blessing to her. The people here seemed genuinely happy they joined them. Even though they ranked him below Gwyn the second they set their eyes on him, they made an effort to integrate the fae, making him feel completely at ease. Not that he minded ranking behind Gwyn. There was something about her in this position of power, her being able to command anything from him at her will, that made his skin feel… tight.

“Well, we have a number of activities that you can explore before and after the main ritual. Of course there is food and drink aplenty. You can basically enjoy yourself the way you want as long as you don’t disrupt the nature around you. The ritual takes place in about an hour around the main fire.”, she pointed her bejeweled finger in the general direction. “If you are unsure about something, come and find me.”

Like that was an easy thing to do. The woman was incredibly small, probably smaller still than Amren, and clad in the same white fabric as literally everyone else.

Gwyn thanked her and together, they watched her disappear in the crowd again. Men and women alike wore smiles or solemn looks on their faces, chattering away or keeping to the edges of the party in quiet meditation. If they had a ritual like that every month, no wonder their spirits were high and their community tightly knit.

Gwyn turned towards him, her auburn hair glowing a beautiful shade of red in the varying lights. “Tarot reading, pretty please?”

Gwyn POV

Gwyn knew that Azriel was a good-looking male.

She had noticed some priestesses at training sigh whenever he walked by, knew from Nesta that he used to have no shortage of lovers, and of course the effects he had on her were far from tame as well.

But Azriel in white was a picture neither her heart nor other regions of her body had an easy time dealing with.

His white linen shirt and trousers were loosely fitted, but contrasted perfectly with his darker skin and the black ink of his tattoos. It also didn’t help that the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, or that he had rolled the sleeves of it up to his elbows to showcase said tattoos. Gwyn practically itched to trail her fingers over the swirls, to learn their pattern by heart. Only the exuberance around her kept her eyes and hands occupied.

He still wore some of his siphons, he had told her, but they were strapped around his torso, hidden from sight.

It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand with the walking distraction that was Azriel. But she needed to focus, to hone all her senses… on the cards spread out on the table before her.

“Let your hand travel over the cards. Notice where you are naturally drawn to. Or let your gaze wander and pick the card you just can’t look away from.”, the elderly woman behind the desk advised.

Gwyn had a hard time looking away from all of the cards, because they were painted in a beautiful purple with golden accents.

After briefly discussing her options with Az, she had decided to go for a past – present – future reading, drawing exactly one card for each of the categories. She was told she needed a guiding question in her mind in order to pick the perfect cards. It took only a second for her to decided what she wanted to ask the Gods and Goddess tonight.

Gwyn took her time searching for the perfect card, the sleeves of her dress scraping the surface of the desk. After she’d chosen all of them, the woman swiped up the rest of the deck in one swift motion and slowly, with practiced hands, turned the first of Gwyn’s cards around.

It symbolized her past. The woman depicted on the drawing was looking calmly ahead, while she held open the jaws of a lion before her. Bold, golden letters atop the card read ‘Strength’.

“What a beautiful card to start with.”, the woman muttered, sliding the card closer to Gwyn for her to inspect, “This card is part of the Major Arcana, cards connected to powerful emotions and mental states. Strength symbolizes equal parts of bravery and compassion. Look at how the woman commands the lion so calmly. She’s in control, disciplined at all times, without being hardened by the world to not show her compassion.”

Gwyn actually had to swallow hard as she listed to the explanation. She trained herself to be in control, always on top of her work. Well, even using her work to get a sense of mental clarity and calmness.

“This strength is of course translated into every part of life, but especially effective in friendship. Long and extremely strong friendly relations are built with it. Stick to them, dearest.”

Nesta and Emerie. Azriel. Probably even Cassian. They all had become a second family to her in a matter of months. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Azriel smiling while studying the card himself.

“I will.”, Gwyn answered, already itching to see the next card, “Present?”

The woman turned the card in the middle. It showed two people holding hands in a beautifully illustrated garden, lush with fruit and plants. At this point, Azriel let out a low chuckle.

“The Lovers.”, the elderly witch threw a weighted glance in their general direction, her own lips tilting upwards. “The card that represents union and partnership, not always necessarily related to a romantic union. It means you have come across a complementary energy and are ready to commit. The Lovers are closely connected to the element of air, as it is the element of healthy communication, which is always helpful in any relationship.”

Gwyn knew that witchcraft was real. Even some fae have inherited their own portion of it and used it in everyday life. But having drawn these cards that seemed to have come right out of her soul, she might have felt the urge to convert.

Azriel’s Shadows, still with more substance, caressed her open back when the witch mentioned the element of air. And it made perfect sense – his Shadows were called air sprites by the coven, and literally helped him to obtain information. Aiding in communication indeed.

“The Lovers don’t always have to fit together picture perfect. Sometimes, opposites attract. It is more understanding and empowering the other person that matters most. Do the cards fit to the question you thought about at all?”

“They fit perfectly.”, Gwyn said quietly.

“Well, let’s see if that holds true for your future as well.”

Turning the card, Gwyn was immediately met with the image of 10 identical cups, stacked upon one another to tower into the sky.

The elderly witch let out a full on laugh now. “Deary, everyone in this clearing would wish for a reading like this.”

“You have drawn the Ten of Cups for your future. Their even number symbolizes inner happiness and fulfillment, truly a blessing from heaven. In love it can mean long term stability, in your career it could refer to a sense of belonging, a comradery of sorts.”

“Maybe I’ll return and befriend Merrill.”, Gwyn whispered to Az, who lifted his brows at the suggestion.

“Abundance in any area of life will come your way, dearest.”, the woman closed with a warm smile. And Gwyn had the feeling that her future had already begun, judging by how abundant she was feeling in this moment.

As Gwyn and Az left the table to make way for other costumers, Gwyn couldn’t help but feel elated, almost drunk with power and happiness. She positioned herself in front of Az, stood on her tiptoes and pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

Az shot her a playful look. “Happy, love?”

“The happiest.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but I am a bit curious about your question.”, he let her know while pulling her into his arms.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, Spymaster? Now I realize you got the job because you are the nosiest out of your whole friendship group, not because of your Shadows.”, she giggled.

Azriel snorted. “I am not. I told you; you can keep your question a secret.”

“Mh”, Gwyn lifted her head to whisper to him, “It’s a very personal thing to share. But I’ll confide in you, mate.”

She could have sworn a wave of goosebumps travelled over his skin, either from her using the word ‘mate’ or from her close proximity. He still looked very eager to hear her question.

“I asked the Gods and Goddesses “, she paused for dramatic effect, “if there truly is a correlation between wingspans and other body parts.”

Azriel’s head tipped back in barely contained laughter. Gwyn joined in, quite relieved that she could make that sort of joke with him and not feel weird or panicked about it. Honestly, she could have asked about the wingspans for all he knew. Her future promised ‘fulfillment’ after all. Even though she wasn’t sure about sleeping with him in the near future, she was more than ready to try other intimate things with him.

After his breathing returned to normal, he started shaking his head in mock terror, “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Easy there, I am your queen, you can’t criticize me.”, she threw over her shoulder, already on her way to the refreshments. The ritual was about to start, but she wanted to try their drinks beforehand. As long as the ‘wahr’ tea wasn’t on the menu.

They both grabbed a vibrant blue drink that looked strangely appetizing. Maybe she was just drawn to it because it had the exact same color as Azriel’s siphons. Gwyn let the bubbles of the liquid travel down her throat. Az discreetly let his unfinished glass vanish into the shadows, claiming it to be way too sweet for his liking.

“Gather around!”, a deep, male voice droned through the clearing, effectively putting a stop to any chattering. Every pair of eyes turned towards the biggest and brightest fire in the clearing. Poised before it, the sharp lines of her body illuminated by the dancing flames, stood Elvyra. She had gone full out for the ritual, dressed in so many drapes of different colored clothing that Gwyn couldn’t tell what exactly she was wearing. Her aura seemed to vibrate though, pulsing through the dark woodlands and sparking excitement in the other participants.

Warriors of the coven went through the crowds of people, stopping and apparently handing out something. Just when she was about to ask Azriel what he thought was going on, Felicity appeared by their side as if she has been summoned, her cheeks flushed and eyes glowing.

“I’m so glad I found you! I just quickly wanted to tell you that the guys coming around distribute the blessed oil. It’s a mixture of different herbs, magically charged of course, and you need to draw this pattern,” she drew said pattern into the air before them, the lines glowing a faint purple like she had used paint on a canvas, “on the other persons forehead with the oil. It essentially opens up your chakras to be able to receive the benefits of this ritual better. All clear?”

Gwyn nodded her thanks, the drawing of the pentagram still suspended in midair. Azriel to her right had already started to greet one of the male warriors who held a golden bowl filled with oil. “Do you want to go first?”, he asked, clearly enjoying all of this magical stuff. She was immensely happy he felt welcome here, even after he was stripped off of his position as mission leader.

“Pull your hair back.” Gwyn dipped her middle finger into the oil. It was warm to touch and definitely smelled nice. Azriel bent down a little, brushing his hair out of the way and waited for Gwyn to bless him. She studied the pattern one more time before touching her finger to his skin.

It was like an electric spark travelled from her fingers onto him, and only years and years of training in impulse control prevented Az from jumping to the side. Gwyn cringed, quickly finishing her blessing. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t do that on purpose.”

Az smirked down at her, his pupils dilated. “It didn’t hurt, just caught me by surprise. But I think it’s a normal reaction to have. Let me do you.”

He realized what he said just a second later, but Gwyn was already blushing and laughing hard. She was always so amused whenever Nesta and Cassian were in the mood to say allusive things, and how creative they got with it. Apparently, with the right partner you don’t even have to try that hard, it just happened.

Azriel murmured a ‘sorry’, but she could tell he didn’t really mean it. Without further discussion, he dipped his finger into the oil himself. His other hand came to rest at the side of her face, holding her in place and tilting it upwards just a little. He did everything with quiet concentration, his whole focus completely honed in on her, and it made her fidgety.

But that was nothing compared to the jolt that came crashing through her body when his anointed finger found her skin and drew the pattern of the pentagram. She let out a surprised ‘oh’ at the sensation. It was stronger still than when she had blessed Azriel, like every nerve in her body tingled, charged with energy to the maximum. The feeling of his fingers and hands on her was amplified as well and her breath quickened automatically at the warmth that seeped from his skin to hers.

When Azriel stepped away and the warrior continued his way through the crowds, Gwyn realized that her sense of feeling wasn’t the only thing that had gotten elevated. Looking around the clearing, she noticed that the colors turned more vibrant too, that slow, quiet music seemed to fill the air that wasn’t there a second before – even the ground beneath her naked feet pulsed with energy and life. Opening her chakras indeed. It was similar to how she felt during services with the other priestesses, just ten times more primal, natural.

A grin slowly spread across her face.

“Az? Can I try something?”

After he just nodded his okay, completely oblivious to her evil plans, Gwyn pushed herself on her tiptoes again and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

Azriel POV

His whole body was on fire and Azriel cursed himself for choosing to wear the linen pants and not his sturdier leathers. How on earth did a kiss on the cheek have this effect on him? He barely suppressed the groan that wanted to escape him. His whole face tingled, like Gwyn had run a feather over it.

Gwyn lingered beside him, her face nuzzled in his neck. He could feel her suppressed laughter, the air that caressed his skin and her whole body shaking. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little menace.

“Careful Berdara.”, his voice came out a little too raspy to sound normal, but it hopefully added to the warning. He came dangerously close to just grab her, find a nice spot in the forest and have his way with her. He couldn’t even fathom how a little more than just kissing would feel in this state.

Which was not what she signed up for. Not at all.

Reminding himself of Gwyn’s past functioned as the cold shower he desperately needed. Just today did she confide in him that the physical aspect of the mating bond scared her. A little warning about what ‘opening chakras’ meant from Felicity’s side would have been welcome, though.

“Welcome all to this blessed full moon.”, Elvyra’s voice stopped his mental monologue and Gwyn too let go of him to find her.

Elvyra’s arms were widespread as she turned in a circle slowly to include every single person that showed up tonight. Her voice boomed through the quiet of the night, magically amplified through her magic and the blessed oil.

“Tonight, we are gathered to celebrate the month that has passed, the circle of life coming to its crescendo. We thank the Gods and Goddesses for the abundance this time has brought us, and for the personal growth it gifted each of us with.”

“But the full moon is also a time to reflect, to reach deep within you and contemplate the path you have taken. Does it still suit you? Are you in search of a new opportunity, a new mental state? If so, now is the time to ask for spiritual guidance, to celebrate and manifest changes and set your intention for the waning of the moon. Sit, friends, and let the conjuring of the circle fill you with power.”

All around them, the witches and males that were standing went to sit on the forest floor, anticipation written clearly in every feature. Azriel grabbed Gwyn’s arm and led her to a tree nearby. He sat with his back to the trunk, and pulled Gwyn down in-between his spread legs. Without him having to coax her, she leaned back and relaxed into his arms.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.”

He could hear the smile in her answer and it made his heart sing.

In front of them, four witches appeared, Felicity being one of them, to step into a circle formation around the fire. Each woman represented an element and was equipped with a fitting candle.

The ritual was like nothing he ever experienced in five centuries of life. One by one, the elements were called upon and invited to the circle to support their wishes for this full moon. Air was first, and his Shadows only barely remained by his side. He felt how they wanted to be with the witch holding the air candle, but he was unsure of how well the witches would take that interruption. Fire was next, then water, lastly earth. With each element, a new surge of emotions and sensations flooded his body, and Gwyn’s too judging from her fidgeting.

When the circle was cast, Elvyra went to talk about the things the coven was thankful for, including the fae of the Night Court. Many glasses were raised in respect and gratitude for the union, and Gwyn practically beamed from the positive reaction of the crowd.

His mate seemed to have the time of her life. Her eyes roamed the clearing and the circle, paying rapt attention to everything that was said. She was a scholar on a mission, after all. But her hands developed a life of their own, not having forgotten the reaction she drew out of him earlier. Sat between his legs, Gwyn had an easy time casually and accidentally touching him by trailing her hands over his legs, or playing with his fingers. Which in turn made Azriel inattentive and focused solely on her wicked touches.

He had warned her. Two could play this game.

During a particularly fascinating passage Gwyn apparently forgot about her mission to tease Azriel into an early grave. Which in turn presented him with the perfect opportunity.

Leaning forward, he let his fingers roam both of her arms, feeling the soft fabric underneath. Gwyn jumped slightly at the touch, but quickly schooled herself into indifference. Azriel grinned behind her. He was only warming up.

Using one of his hands, he brushed her hair away from her neck and over her shoulder, exposing the inviting panes of perfect skin to his gaze. Her neck and the cut out of her back betrayed her indifference with the amount of goosebumps on display there. Azriel waited for a while, building the anticipation and keeping her in suspense. Judging from the way her breathing first stopped and then quickened, he had her exactly where he wanted.

Gwyn POV

She wanted to melt the second Azriel touched his lips to her neck. The simple kiss struck a nerve because she felt the sensation buzzing down her whole back, right into her hips. He only gave her a moment to collect herself before another kiss was planted right underneath the first, this one lingering a little longer. The third had him darting out his tongue to lick at her pulse point, which hammered so fast it undoubtedly elevated his level of arrogance sky high.

Gwyn couldn’t do anything about her audible, quick breathing, or the low moan she produced after Azriel gently nibbled at the muscle cord of her neck, then soothed it over with a kiss. As inconspicuous as possible, she tried to bring her legs together in front of her to release just a little bit of the tension that had been building there. But Azriel, of course, noticed right away.

One of his warm hands caught her right knee, resting it there heavily to keep her whole leg from moving. “Gwyn? Is everything okay? Aren’t you paying attention?”

Gwyn released a pained chuckle. She should have never started this, not when she had less experience than him and when he can read every little movement of her body to use it as his advantage.

“I am.”

His hand inched a bit higher from the starting point of her knee.

“Oh, do you mind repeating it to me? I seem to have been lost in thought myself.”

Damn him. Gwyn frantically listened in now, trying to conclude what had been said before. But it literally could have been anything and despite what he’d said, he knew exactly what part of the ritual they were on. He just wanted her to admit how ecstatic he made her feel.

But then, she heard something else. Like another frequency opened to her, simultaneously lower and higher than Elvyra’s own voice. She manifested for the full moon to guide her and the coven in taking action to align with their highest good. She prayed to the Goddesses of the moon: Selene and Artemis. She called upon the triple Goddess Hecate.

Gwyn was shocked for a second before repeating for Azriel the words of his own Shadows. He fell silent, seemingly astonished that she had been paying attention. Or contemplating his own romancing skill.

Gwyn grinned down his little companions who had been staying low on the ground during the whole ritual. One Shadow brushed her cheek when it noticed her attention. She had no idea about why she was able to hear them, if it was a side effect of the bond she shared with their master, if the ritual opened her up to their frequency, of they simply wanted her to hear. Either way, she mentally thanked them.

Both Azriel and Gwyn fell into companionable silence again until the ritual concluded with the crowd chanting “So mote it be”. The air felt charged, the flames burning brighter and higher. True magic surrounded them and their hosts. However, as Gwyn stood to maybe find some more food in the clearing, she noticed that there were a lot less people here than before the ritual began. She looked around confused, until Azriel noticed and told her, “People have been sneaking off into the woods for the past half hour if that’s what you’re asking yourself.”

“Sneaking off to do what? Some more magic?”

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “Can you imagine another reason? One having to do with that interesting oil?”

“Oh”, Gwyn laughed before she reigned herself back in, “but why would they sneak off? I mean, the heightened sensations with it feel good, but nobodies’ touches would convince me to miss a ritual like this.”

She quickly turned her face away from him so he wouldn’t see her grin. With Azriel, you really needed to take advantage of every upper hand you got.

“Really, my queen?” Moving quicker than lightning, he had grabbed her by the arm, spun her around to face him and caught her lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and fiery, and she too poured every ounce of want into it that had been building up in her body for the past hour. Azriel’s hands clasped her waist firmly, pressing her into him. She hummed lowly in satisfaction, tracing his biceps and shoulders with her own hands.

When they broke apart, both struggling for air, Azriel did still have the never to look cocky. “Still convinced that nobodies’ touches could persuade you do ditch the ritual?”

Gwyn made an exaggerated thinking-face, pouting her lips in contemplation. “Yes, actually. It’s not your fault the ritual is so fascinating.”

Azriel let out a sound that seemed to have come from somewhere deep in his chest. He tilted her head up, brushing his nose against hers and kissed the corner of her mouth softly, with just a brush of his lips. Then he moved on to the other side, caressing her lips with his on the way and making Gwyn feel ready to jump out of her skin with desire.

“It’s okay, love. Just tell me what you want.”, he said quietly. But she could practically hear the condescending grin he wore, and it wouldn’t do. She wouldn’t let him win this. Not when she had an ace up her sleeve.

“Azriel? Are you not my sworn warrior?”

“I am. As I’ve said, just tell me what it is you want, and you’ll get it.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. I command you, then, to refrain from touching me until I say otherwise.”

Azriel gaped at her, his hands falling off from their home around her waist.

“What? You brough this onto yourself. Also, you can still kiss me if I am the one to initiate.”

Azriel grumbled something about it being unfair that made Gwyn laugh again.

When she gave the command, she didn’t reach out to her mental connection to Az. Technically, he can still touch her freely, he just doesn’t know what it feels like to be under a real spell. But as long as he didn’t know that, she could have some fun with this.

“Let’s go back to the inn, shall we?”

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