#your asks and comments are fueling me.. even if it's just y'all screaming about the latest posts or ur xiaoaether thoughts

[icyharrington]

Smuttylicious fic where eddie is obsessed with people hearing you fuck 😁. He loves to give multiple orgasms and overstim you have you screaming and begging for him so everyone can hear he tends to do it on the groups vacation getaways 💦💦💦

okeeee so i just wrote a lil smut based on this ask, basically this exact concept, w/ the reader and eddie on a camping trip w argyle, jonathan, nancy, steve, and robin heehee lol hopefully y'all like :3 it's not much and honestly i feel like my writing has been lacking recently so im srrryyyy if it sucks but yea !!!

contains: dom!eddie, overstimulation, public sex kink (sort of?), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk

wc: 1.3k

Eddie Munson is a nymphomaniac- you’re certain of it. There’s never a moment he doesn’t want your skin on his, his rough hands in a perpetual state of exploration. He’s insatiable, always willing to go for another round, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasing you. 

He’s never been one to be discrete about his passions, and that includes his insatiable hunger for you; he shamelessly feels up your ass while you’re out together, reaching up under your tiny skirt to pull at the lace of your thong, and sometimes he’ll put his arm around you just to grope at your chest, grinning when you jump and shoot him a pointed glare. 

Even when you’re out with friends, he doesn’t pause his hormonal antics- partially due to his lack of impulse control, but also because he wants everyone to see that you’re his, see the way your cheeks go red and you start to squirm under his wordless command. It’s a constant, subtle possessiveness he exudes, and although it’s somewhat embarrassing to be blatantly objectified in front of other people, you also find it painfully sexy. 

Sometimes he’ll shamelessly smack your ass or make suggestive comments (one time at Steve's, he’d tossed his lighter on the ground in front of you, jeering, “why don’t you go bend over and get that for me, hon?”), smirking whenever you narrow your eyes or give him a playful shove in retaliation.

“Yeeesh, get a room!”, Steve always says, palm colliding against his forehead with comedic exasperation as the rest of the gang nods along in solemn agreement, though to Eddie, the jokes are nothing but fuel for his perverted little fire. 

When you, Eddie, Steve, Argyle, Jonathan, Robin, and Nancy had first come up with the plan for a camping trip, Robin had cast Eddie a stern look, her eyes dropping to examine his hand on the underside of your ass cheek. “Y’know, I have half a mind to propose that (y/n) and Eddie sleep in separate tents. Do you guys really wanna be kept up all night listening to straight people sex?”

“Oh god,” Steve had murmured, rubbing circles on his temples at the thought. “Remember the night we got trashed and you guys all slept over my place?” 

“How could I forget?” Robin griped back, before letting out a string of obnoxious ooooohhhhh fucccckkkkkkk, Edddddiiiiieeeeeee’s, not actually sounding too far off in her imitation of you.

The interaction had made you blush, avoiding the eyes of your friends who were probably visualizing you, naked, being pounded into brainless pornstar-moaning oblivion. Eddie, on the other hand, had only flashed the group a devilish grin. “Oh, just wait. This time I’m gonna make her cum ten times instead of just five.”

And he wasn’t kidding, though unlike everybody else, you hadn’t believed that he was. 

He hadn’t wasted any time, once everybody returned to their tents for the night, all comfortably sleepy and stoned and drunk; within seconds he was nipping at your neck, taking fistfuls of your curves in his big hands, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints, and like always, you just couldn’t bear to stop him. 

Now you’re spread out in front of him, garments discarded in careless heaps across your modest-sized tent, leaving you on display; his head is between your thighs with only his round eyes visible, glinting mischievously as they observe your vulnerable state.

You stopped being able to form cohesive thoughts about three orgasms ago, and it doesn’t seem that he has any plans on letting up soon, his tongue dipping in and out of your folds, fucking you with it. He’s ravenous, with his hands keeping your legs planted firmly apart so you’re unable to interfere. 

You grip his hair, which is knotted and unkempt, your head lolling back against your padded sleeping bag. “Eddie… please, Eddie…”

“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” He slides two fingers inside your slick entrance easily, flushed lips wrapping around your clit to suck harshly at it. He loves it when you’re incoherent for him, your sentences fragmented and unfinished, rendered completely stupid. 

“P-please Eddie. Need a break…” you tug at his hair with urgency, trying and failing to move your hips away from him. “S’too much.”

“But baby,” Eddie murmurs against your cunt, the bass of his words reverberating throughout the rest of your sweat-soaked body. “You taste so fuckin' good.”

A broken moan sounds out from your parted lips, and you’re unsure if you even really want him to stop. Sure, you’re overstimulated and sensitive, with every touch from Eddie magnified a thousand times over, but there's just something so fucking addicting about the way he touches you. 

“Edddieee…Eddie, I don’t want them all to hear me,” you persist, frowning as you realize how much teasing you’re going to endure tomorrow; he’s been going at it for over an hour now, making you mindlessly scream and beg and whimper as you grind desperately on his face- it’d be a miracle if nobody at the campsite heard you by now.

“But why not, babe?” Eddie questions, between purposeful licks at your oversensitive clit. “You sound so fuckin’ hot. I bet you’ve got all the guys so hard right now. Probably stroking their dicks as we speak.”

“Eddie,” you gasp as he applies intense suction to your defenseless clit, increasing the pace of his fingers as they fuck you. “F-fuck, Eddie!” 

He trails his free hand up to palm at your heaving tits, tweaking and tugging your peaked nipples until they sting. “I bet Robin likes hearing you too. Wonder if she’d ever wanna join us some time?” 

He’s so unabashedly filthy, and it turns you on more than you’d care to admit; you lick your lips, breath lodging in your throat when Eddie raises one of your legs to hoist over his lean shoulder.  “E-eddie, please.” 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. You let everybody know who that pussy belongs to,” he grins, curling his fingers inside of you. “That feel good, hmm?”

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you choke out, hoarse and gravelly, your resolve completely undone. “So fucking good…”

“Know it’s a lot for you, baby. You’re being such a good girl, yeah?” he hums his praise affectionately, maintaining contact with your clit, which he proceeds to swirl his tongue against. “You can gimme a few more orgasms, can’t you, sweetheart?” 

“I- I think so…” you murmur, your eyes fluttering as you teeter at the brink of climax, your thighs trembling as they wrap snugly around your lover. 

He poises a brow, lifting his head a bit so you can see the arousal glinting crudely on his chin. Tilting his head, he gives you a disapproving, “You think?” 

You know from his expression to correct yourself, stirring your hips back and forth to gain a bit of traction now that he’s stilled his fingers inside of you. “I-I know I can give you more orgasms, Eddie. I will.” 

You know that you’ve just sealed your fate with the declaration, but you’ve accepted it; he jerks you forward, diving back into your heat as his fingers curve within the narrow walls of your pussy, making sharp contact with your g-spot.

You cry out, writhing your hips as he pounds into you fast, each thrust of his fingers angled with well-learned precision.  “That’s my girl. C’mon, I know you can be louder than that.” 

He’s such a fucking asshole, encouraging you to humiliate yourself further, but you’re too whipped to do anything but comply. Tossing your head back, you call out his name over and over, voice pitched and whiny and surely loud enough for all of Hawkins to hear. 

He doesn’t stop, but he does take a brief moment to meet your eyes, a smile detectable even with his features partially obscured. 

“Thaaaat’s my girl.” 

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[goldenimpact]

A compilation of all the Xiaoaether AUs I have right now! (plus the original pair, but I guess shipping them in of itself is like an AU?)

(under the cut: about the AUs!)

Roleswap

Aether and Xiao switch roles, so it’s Adeptus Aether and Traveler Xiao! Other characters have also switched roles, though this might be a matter of your own preference on who is who!

Xiao: An otherworldly traveler on a mission to subdue the darkness that builds up in various worlds. He arrives to fight just as suddenly as he departs, leaving no one his name or his purpose for being there. Since landing in Teyvat, he’s found himself getting attached to a certain stubborn yaksha... 

But that’s only because they’re usually in the same place anyways because their job descriptions are pretty similar and as soon as he takes his eyes off of Aether, that guy is running off to help some random person with their groceries or something so he has to watch over him—

(Secretly, he likes the company. Aether is a literal ball of sunshine and Xiao is very, very fond of him. Enough to want to whisk him away with him once he has to leave this world, but he can’t just do that, Aether’s bound to the world, to his homeland, but... but...)

Aether: The last yaksha, born from the light of a fallen star. As a being practically made of light, his duty is to purify the karma left festering from old gods in the lands of Liyue. As the centuries go on, the evils of the past slowly start to fade, so recently he’s been worried about what will happen to him once his job is finished. After all, he cannot be “light” if there is no “darkness”... But disappearing would mean he’s done what he was meant to do, right? Isn’t that a happy thing?

As of late, he’s found himself charmed by a passing traveler. The guy just exudes darkness, so Aether wants to stick around to help him out! But then he falls in love with him. Luckily, it seems like Aether’s contract with the Geo Archon ended just now, so there’s no problem if he follows the guy around Teyvat, right? And wherever beyond! Once his end comes, and he meets his sister up in the stars, he’ll be sure to bring her a ton of stories of him and his grumpy traveler!

Mermaid (Version A)

Merman Aether and Researcher Xiao, where Aether lives in an exhibit in an aquarium in Liyue that Xiao works at. Xiao’s coworkers include Zhongli, his boss, and Ganyu, his junior. A very, very peaceful and happy world setting!

Aether: An innocent, if sheltered merman who fell in love with a human and let said human take him onto land. While he can understand human language, he’s still learning how to speak it. Otherwise, he does chirping noises, trills, purring, etc. “Xiao” is his first and favorite word! He’s very affectionate and loves hugs, though kisses are reserved for his human! Despite the language barrier, he gets along splendidly with anyone he meets.

His latest worry is trying to perfect his human form and the human language. Although, Xiao did say it was fine if he never learned how to hide all his fins and gills, but!!! Aether wants to go outside with Xiao! And also see Xiao’s home! And talk with Xiao a whole lot!

Xiao: The human who stole Aether away from the ocean, because he wanted to study him. (That’s a lie, he just wanted to take Aether home but he didn’t have a suitable place for Aether in his house, so he took him to his workplace instead...) He was the one who taught Aether how to kiss and definitely cried when Aether first said his name. Used to be known as a rather cold person, but ever since Aether came, people have realized he’s just a hot mess that’s really into that merman he brought back. The amount of PDA is ridiculous.

He does want to get along with Aether’s sister, although right now they’re in a standoff... Ah, but his biggest worry right now is that Aether is getting exponentially cuter with every day. 

Phantom of the Opera

Featuring literal shadow creature Phantom Xiao and his angelic muse, Aether. Who is trying to take Aether away from the opera house? Lumine, probably, but your favorite love triangle rival can fill this role too!

Aether: A boy who loves watching opera performances and wanted to work with them up close as backstage staff. As the newbie, he got saddled with nighttime cleaning duty, a time when the legendary Phantom is said to roam. Despite that, Aether spends his nights re-enacting that day’s performance all by himself on the stage for fun, initially unaware of his single audience member…

He befriends the local shadow creature (Xiao) very easily and likes singing for him. Xiao starts bringing him outfits, so he puts them on and spins around for his friend happily, and this goes on for a while and before Aether knows it, he’s the star of the opera house? Well… performing is fun, and Xiao seems really happy these days, so it’s fine!

Xiao: Initially, he was a being made entirely of darkness. He spent his time skulking around the opera house as its shadows for years, since he likes music, in exchange for protecting the town. His favorite performer is that blonde boy who twirls around and laughs cutely all by himself on that big stage at night. Enjoying the sight, yet also yearning to give the boy company, Xiao attempts to make himself a human shape so he can talk to Aether. It ends up failing, as his human shape is still unstable and he exposes his true form to Aether, but Aether accepts him regardless. 

Thinking of the fancy garments other performers wear at the opera house, Xiao digs up some old clothes and helps Aether touch them up, all just to watch Aether twinkle under the lights… If Xiao defends Aether from the other workers who think him a thief or for aiming for the stage despite being backstage staff, ultimately ending up with Aether as the opera house’s star, well… Aether really deserves the spot. The opera house was originally built as an offering to Xiao anyways, so what’s wrong with doing as he likes?

Evil Spirits

First childhood sweethearts, then fellow evil spirits, this story features Cursed Doll Spirit Aether and Evil Spirit Xiao! They are, without a doubt, villains. That doesn’t stop them from being affectionate with each other, though!

Aether: Xiao’s childhood friend who moved away when they were still young. They made a promise to be together, something both parties still hold onto, even in death. Aether, due to terrible cult reasons or gruesome experimentation or both!, dies young and is made into a doll. His lingering regrets and intense emotions at the time of his death allow his consciousness to remain in the doll, though he needs to feed off human fear/lives to survive. Eventually picked up by Xiao, the two of them make for a rather frightening pair. Although it saddens Aether to watch Xiao become more and more unhinged, he’s happy that they’re together now.

Aether can’t stand up for long on his own, as he’s not built for that, so he either needs to have some sort of support or just has to be carried around. It frustrates him greatly, but Xiao seems pretty content to carry him… While Aether can speak, his mouth doesn’t move at all, since it’s just painted on, so he has a permanent smile, even when upset. His abilities involve drawing people and spirits alike to him, as well as assisting those who passed in rather… violent ways to become evil spirits.

Xiao: Aether’s childhood friend who searched for him when Aether disappeared. Eventually discovering Aether as a doll, as well as everything that led up to this, Xiao vows to eradicate every single person involved. He gets through a decent portion up until adulthood, carrying Aether along with him all the while, but is eventually killed in action. Aether uses his own powers to bring Xiao back as a spirit, allowing Xiao to continue his quest to slaughter. As Aether creates more and more evil spirits, Xiao begins to turn his attention to exorcists and the like who come to vanquish them… They promised to be together, after all. It doesn’t matter if it is as humans or ghosts. He won’t let anyone separate them again.

Rather than having abilities, Xiao is just really good at murder. Add on his now supernatural disposition, he’s only gotten stronger since his death. He’s single-minded in how he dotes on Aether, almost like he’s trying to make up for all the potential years Aether lost to physically grow up. The two of them are wandering spirits, leaving a trail of evil ghosts everywhere they go.

Mermaid (Version X)

Merman Xiao and Researcher Aether, where Xiao resides in a research facility in Mondstadt that Aether recently started working at. Aether’s coworkers include Albedo, who recommended him for the job in the first place, and Sucrose, who studies under Albedo.

Aether: He got the job through his friend Albedo, because Aether can “get along with anyone and anything” and “is disarmingly charming, in a good way”, apparently. The purpose of Aether’s supposed charms was to attempt to communicate and get along with the facility’s resident merman, who is notorious for being unsociable. And difficult. And kind of moody. But he’s also ridiculously pretty, Aether notices… in a scientific way, of course! 

Courtesy of Aether’s (blatant crush) job description of looking after Xiao, eventually the two become close! Very close. A little too close. Since Xiao is set on Aether being his mate, he doesn’t like it when Aether is gone for very long. So more often than not, Aether stays overnight at the facility… It’s gotten to the point that Lumine has been asking him when he’ll introduce his boyfriend to her, but Xiao is, uh, a bit difficult to introduce… in a lot of ways…

Xiao: A merman who has been around a lot longer than he seems. He used to live in the deep, dark depths of the sea, but for some reason has allowed humans to conduct their research on him. Irritable yet reasonable, Xiao understands human language, though he doesn’t bother speaking it. Growls and the sound of his teeth and fins are good enough indicators of his mood. He finds all the employees suspicious, especially the new one with really, really bright eyes. (Did they send this one in specifically to enchant him..? Because he really can’t take his gaze off this one…)

After being subject to Aether’s (blatant crush) insistent nature for a couple weeks, Xiao eventually and abruptly deems Aether his mate. With that sudden declaration out of the way, he’s in his best mood when Aether is doting on him (or vice versa!) and no one else is around. Given his current environment, he’s a bit lost on how to properly prove himself a good mate to Aether, so he settles for being rather… clingy. And protective. Albedo has nearly lost his hands to Xiao’s teeth many times now.

Personality Swap

Not a complete personality swap, more of a “the general feel of the character” swap, but that’s not a very catchy AU title, you know? Using the Red Xiao design for a cheerier Xiao and a Lumine-based design for a colder Aether, this AU is otherwise close to canon!

Aether: An otherworldly traveler looking for his twin older sister. Not very expressive and doesn’t like speaking if it isn’t necessary, he’s a rather spacey-looking boy. Even still, he enjoys helping people, though he wanders off as soon as the job’s done, mind already drifting elsewhere. The adeptus that found him is kind of noisy, he thinks, but it’s a nice kind of noise.

Xiao is in the habit of giving Aether gifts and affection, both verbal and physical, which has led Aether to being faintly aware that perhaps, he’s being courted..? Unsure of how to return Xiao’s pursuits, Aether usually mimics the things Xiao does to him, like holding hands or gifting items. Aether always wears the flowers Xiao gifts him. And since he’s gotten so used to Xiao touching him in some way at all times, when Xiao isn’t, he starts to get fidgety…

Xiao: One of the yaksha tasked to protect Liyue, who first discovered the traveler in Liyue and proceeded to accompany him all over Teyvat. Cheery and sociable, and also Aether’s sole travel companion, Xiao does all the talking for their party of two. He worried about that traveler to the point of following him around everywhere and falling head over heels, so his fellow yakshas and adepti practically kicked him out of Liyue to go ask Aether out.

Now out of a job and hopelessly in love, Xiao is helping Aether through Teyvat while trying to court him at the same time. He’s honestly not sure if his approach is working, but Aether has started speaking to him in a quiet voice lately, with soft, breathy laughs and tiny smiles that make Xiao’s heart explode into a million bits, so..!!! Even if they don’t end up together romantically, being someone Aether trusts to laugh with is already—!! (Insert Xiao’s mental keysmash here)

Casino

A successful and busy casino with a long history, run by the characters of Liyue and the traveler twins! This AU has Waiter (Waitress??) Aether in a bunny-girl outfit and Dealer Xiao, who also doubles as a bouncer. Lumine has also appeared as a waitress!

Aether: One of the wait staff working at the casino, alongside his twin sister. He’s the only wait staff wearing a skirt, since according to his sister, “no one will survive” if he doesn’t. Additionally, Aether’s the most popular of the bunny wait staff, for his good looks and charming demeanor. It’s a title he works hard to uphold, even if he’s not entirely sure how it happened.

When he first started working at the casino, he was under Xiao’s tutoring, so he has experience being a dealer/bouncer. Him primarily becoming part of the wait staff was because the casino had no lack of mischievous tricksters and stone-faced bouncers among their dealers… Having someone as cute as Aether serving you drinks is guaranteed to lift your spirits!

Xiao: A dealer/bouncer who has been working at the casino for a long time. Initially only a bouncer, becoming a dealer alongside that was a more recent endeavor, as it was suggested to him by his superior, Zhongli. He now misuses his work experience to simultaneously deal cards while also keeping an eye on Aether… or more accurately, anyone trying to get handsy with Aether. The incidents where Xiao did have to intervene are a well-known story, so all who have been in the casino for a couple hours know better than to try anything…

He’s one of the aforementioned “stone-faced bouncers” within the dealers and will undoubtedly catch you if you try to cheat. When Aether comes by to deliver drinks or the like, Xiao noticeably softens… On the other hand, on those rare days where Aether is working as a dealer and Xiao is a waiter, Xiao will slam drinks on the table as a warning. Don’t try anything with Aether. Aether always laughs when it happens.

Horror

With horror game series like Fatal Frame and Clocktower and all the like of that aesthetic as reference, this is essentially a horror-game-esque AU! Since the other horror-like AU had them as antagonists, this is the one where they’re the protagonists! And there’s nothing more terrifying than being children in a supernaturally horrific bad spot.

Aether: While playing hide-and-seek with his sister in their grandparents’ house, he ends up stumbling on a strange mirror in an old room. Predictably enough, he’s dragged into the world of the mirror, the realm of the dead, and has to find his way out. When he finds out his sister is somewhere in here too, he changes his goal to escaping along with her, once he finds her!

As most old horror game heroines are, Aether is all puzzle-solving and endless kindness, if frequently panicked. He relies on Xiao for a more aggressive approach to situations, though he does his best to negotiate where he can. The two of them get along so well you would think they’ve known each other all their lives.. Maybe even multiple lives!

Xiao: A boy that Aether encounters while trapped in the mirror, who promises to get Aether out. He’s rather tight-lipped about himself, whether it’s about why he’s here or his reasons for helping. Aether’s trust in him despite this mystifies him (and also makes him a bit happy), even if it is a bad idea in general. While he’s fine with assisting Aether, he doesn’t seem too enthused at the idea of finding Aether’s sister… In fact, he seems hostile?

As Aether’s partner, he makes up for what Aether lacks, so he’s all the combative force between the two. Additionally, he’s strangely quick and is able to play as a distraction while Aether solves puzzles. However, he’s vastly less merciful than Aether, which means his immediate response is usually to finish off an enemy. This leads to the two sometimes arguing on what to do (Aether wins a majority of the time).

Mutual Sickness

Read the blog description for the disclaimer! It’s the local specialty: a weirdly wholesome(?) yandere AU. A modern setting where Aether and Xiao are mutually pining in a very strange way, yet still aren’t going out. Not for a lack of wanting to, of course! More of a misunderstanding sort of romantic comedy, with a yandere twist.

Aether: Not the murderous sort, as he prefers collecting Xiao’s discarded or forgotten items, or taking photos throughout the day. He’s working hard to be Xiao’s ideal type in every way (which is just Aether), including making almond tofu exactly the way Xiao likes it (unaware that it’s Xiao’s favorite simply because Aether made it especially for him). Aether deals with his rivals by indirectly proving himself the best match for Xiao (and sometimes directly, by showing off how he’s basically the only person who can get away with all the stuff he bothers Xiao for).

One day, Aether follows Xiao on his way home and witnesses him absolutely pummeling some guy that Aether vaguely recalls had confessed to him earlier that day (Aether turned him down immediately, so he forgot about it). Not an unusual thing to see for Aether, since he stalks Xiao, but this time he gets caught watching. Before he knows it, he’s trapped against the wall and Xiao’s giving him the most threatening confession Aether’s ever heard and wow… How could he say anything other than yes?

Xiao: Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a lot of time to follow Aether around everywhere (a decent portion of the day, but not every minute, which he would prefer...), but with Aether being so popular, he gets the information he needs without even stalking him (which is great, yet it also pisses him off to have to hear it secondhand). Although he still takes pictures when he can, often enough, Aether’s included in pictures his friends post on social media, so he saves those too… and edits everyone else out. Xiao deals with rivals violently, if verbal threats aren't enough to scare them off. People thought the two were dating even before they actually were, since neither of them denied rumors. Xiao’s felt like they were an item anyways, since Aether doesn’t smile like that for anyone else… (And well.. he was right.)

After hearing about the latest confession Aether received (and feeling a vicious satisfaction that Aether, again, turned the guy down), Xiao commences his usual routine of teaching a lesson to idiots who can’t take a hint (read: various verbal-bordering-physical warnings to back off) and try their luck at confessing. Once he finishes up and turns to leave, he locks eyes with Aether, and panics. Thinking it’s do-or-die, he pushes Aether against a wall and spills everything to him (his feelings, his sins, his desires and dark, dark thoughts, etc). If he ended up getting arrested, at least it would be Aether’s decision… And yet, to his surprise (and utterly baffled delight), Aether grins and wraps his arms around him, and oh, it was mutual all this time… Of course it was, why was he even worried?

Royalty

Probably the most nonsensical of the AU bundle, this is an AU featuring a Royal Aether, who is usually in pretty dresses and his loyal, if foul-mouthed, Guard Xiao. Story and world-building is still pending, but the askbox is always open for suggestions! Even if it’s just scenarios you want to see with this pair!

Aether: Formally referred to as “Princess”, which is his work title, and has nothing to do with him being male. Unlike his sister, who has the title and duties of “Prince” so she is frequently away on journeys, Aether’s duties have him remain in the kingdom to watch over it. He’s also a very popular marriage candidate, with many after his hand, but for some reason seems rather uninterested? Maybe his heart is already set on someone…

As all royalty are trained in combat, Aether is no different, though there isn’t much chance to use it when Xiao’s there. Xiao serves as his bodyguard, attendant, and confidant, so they’re together nearly 24/7. Aether worries that Xiao is working too much and has, on multiple occasions, tried to convince Xiao to let other servants help out, only to be shot down every time. It’s an ongoing discussion… that has been going on for years.

Xiao: Aether’s personal guard/attendant/closest confidant who has been by Aether’s side since childhood. Originally brought in to be the twins’ sparring partner, he became good friends with Aether and wanted to support him as they grew up. So, he intentionally chose a career path that would let him stay close to Aether. Because of that, he doesn’t ever think he’s overworking, but he does often complain that taking care of Aether on his own is a load of work (a load he’ll gladly carry for the rest of his life, he muses to himself, when he combs his fingers through Aether’s hair and watches him yawn in the mirror. Cute.)

Xiao finds everyone aiming for Aether’s hand to be.. unworthy. Yet, if you inquired just what sort of person would be worthy, Xiao would open his mouth, pause, then shut it closed. Truthfully, it would just have to be someone Aether loves, who loves Aether in return, and that’s it, but… Xiao is aware that he also technically fits that criteria. They’re already close enough as it is, but to be able to hold Aether, to kiss him, to… It’s not like there’s any restrictions stopping him, he just needs a little push. (Here, we insert the story drama when we make it! Maybe it’ll be a soap opera, maybe it’ll be a fighting tournament, who knows!)

Beauty and the Beast

More based on the wiki page for the original story than the Disney version, it’s the story for Beauty and the Beast!  For this AU, it’s Aether the Beauty and Xiao the Beast. Other notable characters include Childe (referred to as Ajax here) and Lumine, also Zhongli is here somewhere…

Aether: The second eldest of his family, a group of orphans, who looks after the younger ones when Ajax, the eldest, is out for work. When Ajax asked everyone what kind of souvenirs they wanted him to bring back, Aether requested a flower unique to whatever country (Liyue, in this case) he was going to this time. Ajax, someone who always keeps his promises, is troubled initially since most flowers in Liyue can be found in other countries too. Then, he finds out about a flower that only grows on a certain mountain in Liyue, and attempts to get one. He succeeds, but only after making a deal to the beast living there to bring back the one who wanted the flower. (Read: Ajax picked a fight and lost. Ajax will remember this. Especially because he has to leave his little brother to this… thing.)

Aether, as promised, arrives at the beast’s home and here comes the slow burn (read: pining loudly in all forms except in a direct verbal manner to each other). Aether becomes Xiao’s companion (in a pure sense) and befriends him! Though after spending all this time away from home, Aether worries how his family is doing, and gets permission from Xiao to go for a visit if he promises to come back within the month. But once Aether returns, Ajax is hellbent on defeating Xiao (partially because he loves fighting, mostly because he’s aware he’s marrying Aether off to some beast in Liyue and that’s Not Okay With Big Brother Ajax) and Lumine is trying to convince Aether to not go back…

Xiao: The beast that lives in the very specific mountain where the very specific flowers bloom. He’s some sort of mythical creature that serves some sort of deity, but his bloody work had him thinking himself ugly of heart. Knowing that words wouldn’t convey otherwise, Zhongli, the aforementioned deity, made him as horrid in appearance as he felt he was in heart. “One day, should another come to love the you shaped by your own loathing,” Zhongli told Xiao, “You will learn to love yourself as well, and your form will change with your heart.” Leaving unique flowers to lure such a person, Zhongli left Xiao to mope.

Someone who wants these flowers will fulfill the requirements left by his deity. With that in mind, Xiao refused to let Ajax leave alive until he promised to bring that person. Soon after, Aether arrived at his home, and for the first time, he welcomed another into his heart. And when Aether went to visit his family, he kept thinking and thinking about what Aether was doing, when he would return, what they should do when he was back… Maybe, when Aether returned, Xiao could tell Aether how much he means to him. Aether would appreciate that, wouldn’t he?

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How would the boys react to their s/o teasing them to the point of them snapping? X)

Oh you thirsty, thirsty fang babies. Do y'all realize my most liked and shared post is the Soundtrack Sex post? Alright you little hungry bats, only cuz I love y'all. Keep in mind since I've done a few like this before, I'm going to be diving more into each guy's individual kink. I think all of them are into some form of bdsm but to varying degrees. They're sadistic killers after all, so they'll crave that same control over their s/o. Again with each vamp having his own preferences. Get ready because this gets pretty graphic. Y'all better appreciate this, it took me two and a half frickin' days!

The Lost Boys Get Pushed to the Brink by Fem!S/O 

18+ CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Potential Triggers, Offensive Language! READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

David 

David knows all too well what you're doing. You must think you're quite clever. The way you sway your hips when you walk across the boardwalk, dropping your purse "accidentally" and bend over to get it, pressing your breasts tightly against him for even the most casual hug. Don't think just because  you're in public he won't fuck you here. David has no patience whatsoever. What he wants he'll have. You're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are when you press your butt against his crotch, leaning back so your lips are just brushing against his neck sending tender little breaths across his chilled flesh. He'll run his hands over any exposed skin you have, and just below your ear he'll coolly growl little threats. 

"If you continue to tease me, little doll, I am going to fuck you until you shatter."

The words will send chills down your spine and light a fire inside you. That's not a warning, that's a challenge. When it's finally too much he'll tear you away to the nearest dark corner and rip your panties off. Just look what you did to him, the way he throbs until his erection is aching to break free. You will remember who is in charge when he hoists you right on top of throbbing his cock, balancing you with ease on his hips. He doesn't even have to hold you up, and instead uses his other hand to choke the pretty little words from that naughty mouth. Cautious not to strangle, he’ll tightly press his thumb right over the prominent vein in your neck savoring the rush of blood just beneath the skin.The gruff moans he huff out make your eyes roll back with delight. David loves the way your flesh clings to him, but you better not make a sound. If you even so much as whimper he halts his motions, leaving your body starved. No one is allowed to hear your moans but him. David doesn’t share in any way. Afterwards don't even bother asking for your panties back when you two sneak out of that secretive corner. He'll stuff then in his pocket with the most villainous grin you have ever seen. 

"Consider it punishment for being such a wicked little minx, love."

Now if you're in the hotel you're not gonna get very far teasing him. He'll raise a brow, just barely looking up from his book to see you in that skin tight dress, it doesn't take him long to realize you are without a bra. If you don't come to him when called, he'll go to you. You haven't even seen speed until you deny your lover his precious doll. In a flash you're swept into his arms, thrown atop a bed laying flat on your stomach. With a slow touch, David will lift your chin from behind and lean himself against you. You shouldn't have run, shouldn’t have hid your perfect body from him. When you're alone he drags it out so much more. 

Leather clad fingers will tease your lips, pushing ever so slightly but denying you the sweet release you so desperately yearn. He's such a cruel one taunting you, massaging your tender breasts just whispering into your ear. Naughty girl, are you wet already? He's just barely started. With a flick of the wrist he snaps his belt from his pants, dragging the cool leather piece over your exposed cheeks. The sting across flesh makes you moan, and again he sends a strike. David’s low chuckle is addicting. He takes a moment to admire your quivering form, tempted to leave you begging for more. That's what he wants more than anything. David desperately craves your wanton voice crying for him to defile you. He’ll just sit back, watching you lay in place. Don’t move, he’ll tell you. Instead he’ll order you to play with yourself. Show him how badly you yearn for his touch. The power fuels him, looking at your glossy eyes while your finger yourself, whimpering his name softly. When you close your eyes it breaks contact, and again he crashes the leather into skin. Never hide from him. The sensation is enough to entice a moan from you, the muscles squeezing your fingers spasming in delight. So, you wanted more. He’d chuckle again. You’re such a silly thing. All you had to do was say so. Slow strips of red surface over your ass with every erotic whip. He’s cautious to etch the border between pain and pleasure, never crossing the threshold. It’s give and take. He sees the way it sends you into a tizzy, which in turn only excites him more. Cum drips down your thighs, but he’s not ready to let you finish. Slowly David will peel away his gloves, taunting you with his precious touch. Clothes are shed to the floor in a mass of black. Lifting himself on his knees he runs a hand down your back. He taunts your soaked pussy with the belt still tightly grasped in his hands. Just look at the mess you’re making. When he pauses, hinting at his next strike you beg again. 

“Please, what? Tell me what you want!"

“I wa.. want you.. to hi...hit me again..”

“Hit you..? Where? I don’t even think you said please, you greedy girl.”

“P-Please! M-master please! Hit my pussy! I-I can’t take it, please"

The hit stings, but it sends a bizarre pleasure through you. They mix in a sickly concoction. A heat of fire that causes your lips to pulse, and when he hits it again your eyes spin backward into black. He takes your wrists slowly and pins them behind, leaning over your body with his erection just barely grazing you. 

“You did this to yourself, baby doll. I warned you what would happen, didn’t I?”

The wrought leather strap constricts your arms, binding them to each other while you lay face down on your knees. He’s left you completely exposed to him, ass eagerly in the air. Soaked sheets caught beneath your knees, any orgasm he had led you too was quickly denied, leaving you crashing back at the bottom just to be built up again. You're so wrapped up in the pleasure of it all, you don't realize when he commands you to scream his name; he's actually begging. Say his name. He has to hear it, he needs to hear your voice cradle his name perfectly on those luscious lips.

When you give him what he commands he finally takes you. With a hand pinning you down by the back of your neck he'll ram himself so deep you fear you may break. The twisted slaps of flesh crashing against each other is nothing compared to the crying whines that echo these endless halls. Everything is spinning, your walls are torn away leaving you to spiral into madness. Every thrust presses you further beneath. You are at his mercy, and there will be none tonight. Each orgasm you had been denied came flooding back in wild waves, spilling out onto the mattress below. His name practically burns your tongue, there is no other word you worship so endlessly. This creature of the night had you under his thumb. Tonight he had more than your love, more than your body. He was taking your soul into his hands and locking it away. Time is lost to the world. There is no before or after. Now just went on forever. Surroundings blur into wild smears of color. There is nothing beside the bed you two laid upon. His moans are a godsend, they caress your ears. Velvet, silky, David is all you know.  It's a tirade of sweat and leather, stained in his cum. You can't even breathe as he fills you in floods, it's just this trembling simper. Not a drop is wasted inside your precious womb. When all is said and done, and you are a cum drenched mess David is, for once, genuinely tired after such heavy petting. Do not fear, lovely. He would never leave you to wallow in filth after he had battered you so. Its almost fluid the way he wraps you beneath fresh blankets, pressed to his panting chest. There would be no rhythm to soothe your body, rather his hypnotic touch bringing you back to Earth. With a cigarette already lit clutched between his teeth he'll coax you into taking a slow drag. You savor the bitter, ashen taste that burns your mouth. The plume of smoke leaves a veil of fog around you two, laying together while he softly praises you. His frustration was long gone giving way to his tender kisses trailing across your rosey cheeks utterly flushed  

"You were such a good girl, baby doll. You did wonderfully my little kitten, I couldn’t ask for a more precious gem. Rest, you deserve it. I’ll be here when you awake."

Dwayne

Dwayne is a closet pervert. He's a lot more modest than the other guys, which is ironic considering his attire, or rather the lack of it. But it's true, he's not the type to fuck in the back of a McDonald's by the dumpster just because you went a day without undies. When you show up to the boardwalk in a low cut top he'll aggressively clear his throat with the reddest face you've ever seen. Flustered is an understatement. He'll suddenly comment how cold it is tonight and immediately sling his jacket over your shoulders. So what if he's shirtless? He doesn't get cold. 

It's extremely hard for him to resist you when you're running your hands over his chest,sliding your  wrapping your arms around him just playfully running your fingers through his hair. It aches, he can feel his zipper about to burst. That leopard print strapless dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, including your bare breasts left braless just beneath the fabric, it's just perfect under his leather jacket. He’ll swallow dryly. When no one looks he feels your mischievous touch trails down over his caged erection eager to taunt his libido. One wouldn’t assume Dwayne could get so pent up, but when he’s pushed to the brink all bets are off. 

You never expected to awaken a panther inside him once you two were alone. Those chocolate eyes were predatorial, wild, and that's when he takes you in his arms. A single kiss is enough to knock you off your feet. It’s melted heaven dripped onto your tongue. He draws breath from you, slowly peeling off his jacket. Your skin is so soft beneath torn, calloused fingertips caressing those trembling bumps spreading through your body. Chills, utter chills. You can’t help but rock your hips against him. Wandering lower he cups your butt until you’re tightly pressed again him, pausing those kisses. His words are soft, a sweet wine that gives you eternal life. 

“Tonight, your soul is mine”

The way his voice rumbled deep in your core pushes you forward, hungry for more. But his cruelty surfaces. There will be no wild, tearing sex. He wants to drag it out. Making love can’t compare to those moments when he lays you on your back just to worship your sprawled figure. The deep, dark cave is barely illuminated by the wild flicker of candles wedged inside discarded wine bottles, the warm slips of light dipping over every curve in your body. You look like a goddess to him, and tonight you’d meet your god. Kisses trail up your silky legs, the way he shifts over you is like a tiger ready to pounce. Eyes eat you alive. His teeth drag, leaving tender little love bites. It’s an agony of anticipation swelling you. With a firm grip Dwayne tears your dress from your very body. Those same calloused fingers that taunted your skin now trailed over the dips and folds of your thighs tracing over your pelvic bone. A cascade of black hair veiled his face when he leaned in. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel hungry, labored breaths taunting your exposed womanhood. You draw in a sharp breath when his tongue slowly drags from the base all the way up and over your clit. The sensation envelopes you in waves. Slowly, aching, toe-curling licks prod at you, one after another. You wish he’d speed up, but he has you exactly where he wants you. Begging for more, utterly helpless to his will- just like you did to him. Fire wells in your lungs as you’re only able to writhe beneath him. Resistance was pointless, that iron grip kept your hips perfectly in place. He teases at your clit with wicked flicks, tracing around your most tender place. Grasps of his hair are clutched between your fingers, but it only excites him more. Dwayne will grant you mercy, slipping his tongue inside to lap up your sweet juices. 

It’s impossible to truly describe the ecstasy he sends you into, Your legs hook over his shoulders just grinding your hips into his masterful grasp. Shuddering moans reverberate in empty halls, waves serenading just beyond. That edge is so nearby, dragging you by your ankles until your back arches upward. Karma is a cruel mistress indeed. Dwayne’s tongue slithers out leaving a trail of slippery fluids behind. If you try to move he’ll climb over your body, his hands pinning your arms above your head looking in your eyes. Again that monstrous tongue taunts you. Twirling over your perked breasts. With his other hand he prods at your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you. The sheer intimacy of it all is utterly ethereal. When you hear his hungry grunt just under your breath just feel another pull at your abdomen. It’s just too much, you need him. More than ever before. “Dwayne,” you whimper, thighs trembling under him. “P-Please… I..”

“Say it, princess…”

“I need you… D-Dwayne I… I need you”

You’re dwarfed beneath his body, lifted beneath your butt with his hips pressed into your lower half. Something burning pushed itself tightly in. You were barely able to accommodate his size even with how much he had spread you before. Each thrust pushed your body back further into the mattress, firm hands keeping you crushed against his heaving chest. You wrapped a leg over his wait using the base of your heel to push him further inside. Dwayne pushed against your womb desperately trying to pace himself. When he pulled back a slick suction coaxed him back inside, contracting muscles clinging to his veined member. You feel a dull ache in your back all the way up to your shoulders that tightens when he digs himself deeper. His lips caress yours, tongues eagerly tasting one another until you lock lips. He begins to moan louder. It’s a deep, almost bear-like growl. There’s a rapid pace to his thrusts now. They become erratic bucks, moans lost in each other’s mouths until you feel that familiar throb inside. It’s a burn that practically melts you. You feel more fluids squishing out, your nails dragging up his back tearing into skin until his hips stall. It’s a perfect moment, Dwayne lifting his head letting you gaze into his dark eyes carrying a flickering flame. You’re veiled beneath his hair, unable to hold back your glowing smile. When he pulls out to lay on his back you nestle in his arm up against his chest, listening to his shuddering breaths. There’s not much that can be said after that, you’re so worn out that you can barely keep your eyes open and simply savor his company until exhaustion lulls you into a heavy sleep in the arms of your lover. You definitely had to start teasing him more often if this is what you got. 

Paul

That boy will chase your butt even if you weren’t teasing him. But catch him off guard, and he’ll make you regret ever getting him that pent up. You knew exactly what was up when you showed up in that  busty shirt giving him a mouth watering view of your glorious tits, a teenie little miniskirt clinging to your figure, those hot fishnets under a pair of biker boots, immediately he already tries to swoop you into his arms- except you beat him to the punch. Your breasts press tightly against him, hands wrapping around his waist while you go in for the kill. Oh when you kiss his neck it makes him melt. Fine if you wanted to play, he’d play. And he’ll win. When you think it’s safe he’ll sneak up behind you to get a good handful of your ass, burying his mouth up against your neck growling into you. That’s when you start grinding it up against his pants and you’re really not surprised that he’s already hard. In a quick slip he catches his hands under your skirt. 

Oh this just keeps getting better. You filthy kitty cat. He’s had enough, he pulls you to the alleyway in a mess of hot kisses. There’s barely time to react, his tongue slithering in to taste every inch of your mouth. There’s hardly a struggle when he tears a big enough hole in your fishnets for him to get access to your glorious pussy. There's the echo of vulgar clapping barely kept under by the hustle and bustle just only feet away. Paul isn't about to cover your mouth. You don't get the luxury, he wants to fuck you until the whole state of California knows you live for his cock. You shouldn't have pushed him, because now he's determined to make your head spin. The rough concrete walls scratch up against your shoulders, your front completely crushed against his heaving chest growling out snarls and heavy moans. Don't even try to beg for mercy, he'll just laugh. The whole time he's hissing into your ear.

"No more? That's not what your little pussy is tellin' me. God you're so fuckin' cute when you're screamin' my name kitten. Louder, fuckin' louder! I want everyone to know who you belong to!"

If it's not an alleyway he'll happily go into one of the larger ferris wheel kiosks. Yeah he knows you can be seen, barely kept hidden beneath a sheet of metal and a few choice windows. You don't have much choice, pulled into a straddle over his lap as soon as you get on. You're not even ten feet in the air when his fingers start to tease you. 

"God you really do get a kick outta makin' me crazy don't you? You're already soaked."

Surprise, Paul had a bit of experience shredding a few tasty licks on a guitar not too long ago. Why did that matter? Because once those appendages slithered in, you almost immediately let out one of the loudest moans of your life. The way they pushed past his knuckles, swirling around, curving up hitting the sweetest spots even you hadn't touched before. It's impossible not to tightly cling to him. While you're utterly incapacitated he'll tear down your shirt and twist your pink nipple between his thumb and point finger. He'll tease you, suggesting maybe you oughta get them pierced. If you try to pull away he'll glance up towards the other kiosks just barely out of sight and smirk pulling you back into place. After all, we wouldn't want everyone else seeing how dirty you were. Everytime your body adjusted to the size he'd slip in another finger. Those muscles just sucked him in so perfectly, your sweet juices drenching his hand as he dug further inward. The moment you whine you're going to come is when the fun really begins. Paul's not just going to give it to you. Oh no, not yet. After all, you teased him, made his poor dick ache until it almost broke his zipper. It was his turn to tease you. You could hear his belt clink against itself and his fly slowly drag down. His cock practically whipped against your pulsating entrance once released, but rather than ram it right up inside where it belonged, he'd grab you by your chin and boast the most cruel, wild smile you'd seen. Stuffing himself inside, he halts watching your head immediately knock back at the sheer rush of pleasure that sent your back muscles into a spasm. With little effort he bounced you atop his lap. But you've still got a lot to make up for. Even while he penetrates you he's shoving his fingers inside as well until you're completely full, wiggling his tongue across your tits. The sensation makes your mouth hang open. There's no moans left. Just guttural whimpers barely able to make it through until you are left panting for air. You can't even keep your eyes open, it's too much to take. When you're on the brink of climax he'll halt again, burrowing his throbbing cock so deep you swear it's about to break your womb. The torture is unimaginable, he's just firmly wedged in place sending spasming pulsations that spread from the inside out. He fought the urge to ravage you. His revenge was just too cruel to give up now. WHen your hips tried to shift he planted them firmly against his naked pelvis. “Don’t fuckin’ move, or I’ll pull out.” The tight ache of your stomach just grew and grew but there was no relief! You beg wildly for him not to stop, tears edging the corners of your eyes. Do it more. Scream his name! 

Everything inside burns white hot, gushes of sticky wet juices squirting onto his lap and the seat beneath you. For a moment you could feel your soul trying to fly away. After all you just experienced nirvana, fucking Valhalla on steroids. It's easily a good five minutes before you can even speak instead of just moaning out slurred vowels. When you do come to, you immediately slug him in the shoulder. Jeeze! You were teasing him, he was just flat out torturing you! "Well next time don't fucking tease me, my dick was just dying for you, kitten!" After you've got feeling back in your legs he'll release the ferris wheel attendant and take you out for a sweet treat, probably ice cream. Oh yeah! He almost forgot. You watch as he fishes out a pair of your panties, a souvenir from your many sex exploits. Don't get him wrong, he'd rather you be commando, but you were still oozing out cum. Besides, he wasn't patient but he could wait an hour to tear into you again. W-wait? An hour? Again??

Marko

The moment you stepped foot on the boardwalk he knew something was up. Since when did you own a skirt that short? You practically jumped into his arms when you spotted him, a chill running over his flesh. Your bra was missing, perked nipples rubbing into his chest just beneath the tight fabric of your shirt hugging your breasts perfectly. Now he’s not nearly as ballsy as Paul or David, he can’t just fuck you in the alley. Well, he could, but the situation called for drastic measures. He wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of riling him up. Rather, he has to plan this out just right. Revenge is a dish best served cold- WHICH ISN'T EASY WHEN YOU'RE OVERHEATING HIM!

God, it aches! Half the time he doesn’t leave any sort of counter or object he can lean on to hide away his pressing member begging to be unleashed. Plans would have to be dragged out, apparently this naughty girl wanted a whole date to torture him with. At the arcade he nearly lost his damn mind when you bent over to fish out your quarters from the machine. Yooooouuu vicious kitten, this was torture! When he stuffs his hands in his pockets he finally finds your panties, snuck in there while you had been hugging him. While you tore it up at the pinball machine he’d lean on you from behind. From any outside point of view it was just a boyfriend hugging his girl from behind. What couldn’t see was Marko’s hips grinding into your tender body barely kept safe under that tiny cut of fabric. When he whispered, he’d warn you what’s going to happen if you keep all this behavior up. Do you want him to go crazy, you wicked kitten?

“Careful what you’re doing, baby girl,” he’ll hiss in your ears, his fingers just barely brushing across the edge of your skirt. “When I get you alone… you’re mine.” At first it seems like a bluff. However you didn’t often send him into a fuss quite like this. Any teasing was at the hotel, little kisses and bites. Never was he denied for so long leaving him clinging to you. Every grasp craves you, but no matter how he snarls wicked begging into your ear you torture him further, even slipping from his arms when he least expects it. Tender kisses could never reach the passion you taunted him with. The loss of touch leaves him cold and yearning for more. At his brink, Marko practically tears you by your waist into his arms, jagged blue eyes cutting past your mischief. He’s taking you home. Now.

The entire ride across wind blown dunes and crashing shores he never releases you. Even as you rapidly step over debris scattered around the hotel’s entrance he cuffs his fingers around your slender wrist. Tonight you’ve made a very grave error denying him. For hours. Hours! Hours of watching you saunter about with nothing beneath, egging him on until he was ready to break. Now, it was his turn to punish you for your wicked ways. Marko had always been a tender lover, his dominant behavior kept cautiously under wraps. After all, he was afraid to frighten you off. No longer. With a firm flick of his wrist he practically throws you on the bed, pinning you in place by your neck. The force from the fall alone nearly knocked the air from you. There was an eerie silence for a moment, a dark tension emanating off of your boyfriend. His breathing would be sharp and trembling just barely keeping himself composed.

Honestly the urge to smirk is just too hard to pass up. Marko loved to tease you, rubbing up against your butt, nibbling on your neck when no ones looking, yet throw you in some tight clothes where he can't have you and suddenly it's unfair. His kisses ravage your mouth. There's little room to breathe. Wet appendages spiral in desperate taste for more. It physically hurt you to feel him pull away, leaning forward trying to keep the kiss going. 

"Uh uh," he taunted, fangs poking through his smile, pushing you onto your back again. "You were too cruel, baby girl. Now I get to have my way."

Using the panties you had previously crammed into his pocket he tightly tied your wrists together until the fabric began to dig into your flesh. Slowly he trails his claws over your clothing, tearing through it in one painstaking cut leaving your body utterly exposed to him. The cold night air dances around you, any movement halted as if invisible strings held you in place. Hungry gazes froze your blood. Flicking his thumb nail just over your pelvis, Marko savored the tiny hiss you unleash. Little beads of ruby decorate you with an enticing aroma. Pulling himself between your bare legs he took a slow, deep inhale of that hypnotic ambrosia. His tongue dragged over your wound sending a thin sting up your thigh. While his tongue tore at bloodied flesh his gloved fingers traced just over the flesh above your clit. The anticipation alone made your toes curl. Time slipped through your fingertips tips like sand through the hourglass. Every painful minute he edged closer to you, and when that cold touch reached your aching mound it swept away your thoughts in one foul swoop. How he managed to leave you so weak from a simple touch was beyond comprehension. You tried to squirm when he pet at your entrance with a single finger, but he immediately hooked his arm around one leg while using his knee to pin down the other. "You're not getting out of this," Marko hisses, pressing his nail into the wound until a trickle of crimson fluid spilled over into the crevice between your thigh and pelvis. He tempted it further, smearing layers of color across your womanhood watching it stain. 

Already drips of clear, slippery fluids drenched his fingers, just barely pushing in to feel your muscles tighten. Any contact swallowed them. If you were a good girl and held still he'd push further, tempting a third finger. Now come on, he knew you could do better than that. In went a fourth, spreading you open watching with amusement as all your juices spill down onto the mattress beneath you. He laps up the sweet taste, sucking it off his fingers and leaving you still aching from more. Just look at you, so eager for him to be inside you. Marko throws his shirt and pants to the floor. You can see his pulsing shaft pressing up against the fabric of his underwear. Firmly he pulled you up by your bound hands, teasing your bottom lip with his thumb. He’d rub his fingers against your tongue, the soft appendage wrapping excitedly over his knuckles. With his freshy wet hand he'd pinch your nipples, waiting for the inevitable whimper that gave him an opening to ram his own tongue back inside your mouth. A vulgar string of saliva barely kept your mouths connected when he pulled away, holding up your chin with his pointer finger. "I think you need more than just a little tease, don't you?"

When you nod he weaves his fingers beneath your hair and grasp it towards the scalp, bending your head back. Fangs brush on your neck, tugging at tight skin easily broken. Laying with his back against the headboard he yanked you over to him, pulling you down so you were balancing on your knees and forearms. 

"Suck it." The command was so firm, you almost thought you misheard him. No, you wanted it so bad? Fine. Now you got it. Open up, or he'd leave you drenched, trembling, on the edge of orgasm.  With wrists still restricted you pulled away his boxer unleashing his wild erection that eagerly pressed against your mouth. Marko will sit like a king in his throne with fingers woven through your hair. He makes sure it's all out of the way and in his grasp, watching your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft leaving slippery trails of saliva in its wake. His hips will begin to buck on their own with his tip grinding into your tongue. There’s a small push at the base of your skull, coaxing you further down. “There you go baby, get as much as you can fit in there, suck it nice and good.” You can feel his muscles tense under your grasp but you don't stop, continuing your relentless barrage until he snaps. All that pent up ache will flood your mouth in one foul swoop. It's hot, sticky, sweet and before you dared to open your mouth he pinched your nose. You better not waste a fucking drop. When he’s felt you’ve learned your lesson he gently pulled you on top of him, teasing your aching lips, swelled, pulsing, begging for release with the burning tip of his cock. You were such a good girl, taking all of him in like that, think you can do it again? 

Leaning back with you on top where he can watch you, he rocks his hips back and forth with such force it bounces your breasts, his conniving whispers commanding you to never look away. His icey blue orbs lock with your own. Utterly hypnotic. Sloshing squelches of liquids were churned around inside you. It pushed further with muscles tightly contracting around him. Your body is coated in a tender mist of perspiration, whimpers and whines creating a symphony of erotica that leaves you feeling a well of humiliation. There’s nowhere to hide from Marko’s prying eyes, he’s watching every curve, ever fold, every perverted expression contort your beautiful face and he lives for every moment. Your hips move on their own, grinding your clit against his pelvis while his veined shaft spirals around inside you. Vision fades in and out, all you can do is feel fire running through your veins. He felt so cold inside yet it burned. As you edge towards climax Marko lifts himself up and hooks your bound arms over his neck. Your raw nipples rub up on his bare chest, burying your face into his neck where a mass of messy curls cradle you. The intoxicating scent of your body sends him into a frenzy, grasping your ass assisting you in slamming down harder and harder until that deep, overwhelming tension bursts like a flooded dam. A rush of liquids squirt out, feeling him stretch out your insides. It fills you, and rather than pull out he holds you in place. The sensation of you pulsating causes his hips to buck until he slams into your womb with a final spray of cum painting your lower abdomen. Barely able to pull himself out he releases your raw wrists, stealing a hot kiss from your quivering lips. You just look so cute painted in his cum. Maybe next time you’d think twice about taunting him. Now that your punishment has finished, he crashes onto his back with you on top. Even he had to catch his breath. There is no guilt, but that doesn’t mean he won’t praise the hell out of you for being such an angel. He’ll practically hum when you play with his hair while he rubs your back, peppering kisses all over your head and cheeks.

“I’m… sorry for teasing you,” You whimper out, nestled in the crook of his neck. His chuckle makes his chest spasm, lithe fingers tracing shapes over your shoulders.

“Don’t be sorry baby girl, you did amazing. Maybe next time I’ll try to be gentle, hm?” 

#lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #the lost boys #lost boys fanfiction #lost boys #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfic #fanfiction author #lost boys paul #lost boys marko #lost boys smut #vampire smut #lost boys david #lost boys dwayne #teasing #playing hard to get #steamyromance #lost boys vampires #vampires #vampire #character asks #answered asks #answered #it gets hot #hot guy #sexyboys

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 3/??

Hey guys!  Part 3 is finally here! I hope you guys like it. Not a lot happens in this part, its kind of a fill-in. :) Warnings- Blood, Descriptions of injuries, talk of miscarriage? swearing.

Finishing the 7th chapter of my book, I decide to put it down, save something for later. I can’t help but let my mind wander to what Jenner had told me.

What if I carried the baby so far along and it dies in the womb and turns? My baby, clawing it’s way out of me, tearing me apart. What would happen if I died during this pregnancy? Would I still be an incubator for the baby until it dies and rips it’s way out of my decaying body?

I heard a small tap. "Hey, are you ok?" I looked up and saw Glenn smiling at me. I nodded my head. "I’m great, thank you.” "Please, come out and sit with us all." I nodded my head and followed Glenn out. "Hey" Shane said to me, moving over for me to sit next to him. "Hey y'all" I said taking the seat next to him. We all shared greetings.

"What are we doing?" I asked Shane and Andrea. "We are cleaning our guns. YOU are watching." Shane chuckled. Shane looked back at Andrea, explaining how her gun works. "Oh jeez." Dale said We all looked to what he saw. I stood up and walked over. "Oh my god." I sighed. Dale pulled up.

Trucks flipped over. Cars packing both sides of the highway. I saw Daryl driving back toward the RV, and he pulled up. "See a way through?" Dale asked. Daryl nodded his head, and motioned us to follow. We slowly started to follow. "Uhh... Maybe we should just go back. There's an interstate bypass..." Glenn stated. "we can't spare the fuel." Dale answered. We stayed quiet. "Jeez." Glenn said after looking back at the cars. "Can we even get through here?" Glenn asked.

Dale pulled to a halt as smoke raised from the bonnet. He got up and slammed the door open, the rest of us trailing behind. "I said it. Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water." Dale exclaimed. "Problem Dale?" Rick asked. "Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of no where with no hope of..." Dale answered watching daryl rummage through the back of a car. "Okay, that was dumb." He said regarding his earlier comment. "If you can't find a radiator hose here.." Shane started. "There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find." Daryl cut in. "I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start." T-dog smiled walking forward. "Maybe some water." Carol said "Or food." Finished Glenn "This is a graveyard." Lori spoke. We all looked at her for a second. " I don't know how to feel about this" she sighed. "All right, all right. Here we go. " T-dog started. "Okay y'all, look around. Gather what you can." We all split up. Daryl helped siphon the fuel. Carol and Lori were looking for anything with the kids and Glenn was fixing the RV, Dale on watch above the RV as Rick patrolled the ground. "(Y/n/n)! Come over here!" Lori called out. I walked over. "Did you guys want me to take the stuff to the RV?" I asked "No ill do it with the kids." Carol smiled taking a few cases with her the kids carrying food and water with drinks and torches. They made their way to the RV.

"Look, I never told you something." Lori said. "Tell me if you'd like." "Before Rick came back, Shane and I-" "You snuck around. I know." "Wait what?" "It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.. You both went in the same direction a little while after one another." I smiled. "Oh.." I looked and saw Andrea go into the RV. "I’ll be back, I'm going to help Dale." "Ok." Carol and the kids returned as I left. I made my way to the RV. "Dale! Can I come up?" "Sure!" He called down. I got up and Rick looked at Dale. "It's all good." Dale confirmed. We both looked to where Shane was at the truck full of water.

I turned around. My stomach dropping, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I realise what’s about to happen. "Dale...Look." He turned and looked at the direction I was facing. I looked at rick, he looked at me, I pointed, making him look through the scope on his gun. "Shit.. There's a horde." I stated. "Get down quietly" Dale instructed. I quickly got down. We laid there in pure silence as the moans passed us. Realisation hit me. "Dale!" I softly whispered. He looked at me. "Andrea is inside." His eyes widened. We waited. We heard the screams of Andrea coming from the bathroom. Dale looked down and broke the netting and gave her the screwdriver. The RV shook along with the trouble happening on the inside. Dale and I watched as Andrea fought off the walker that was attacking. the RV stopped moving as she drove the screwdriver into its skull repeatedly.

After minutes of waiting I sat up as I heard Sophia screaming. I saw her run into the woods, followed by two walkers. I watched helplessly as Rick ran in after her. I looked around the RV before making my way to the ground. My eyes darted around, looking to see if anyone in our group was missing other than the girl.. I watched Shane and Glenn come out from under the water truck, Lori and Carol, huddled together watching the forest  line, Dale still on the RV, Andrea inside , Carl with Lori and Carol... But I couldn't see Daryl or T-dog anywhere. I ran to Lori and Carol.

"(Y/n)! My baby! She is alone!" Carol cried. "Carol. Honey... She will be okay. I saw Rick run after her." I said softly. After 5 minutes, I still hadn't seen Daryl, Rick, T-dog or Sophia. Carol and Lori were sitting down. "Screw this...” I whispered. “Carl. No one can know that I'm going out there." I said to him as he nodded. I waited until no one was watching when I ran into the forest. I ran toward the line where creek bed was.. I couldn't see or hear anything. I heard a snap behind me, making me shoot around. I hugged Rick when I realised it was him. "Where's Sophia?" He shook his head. "I told her to go back to the highway." I nodded, we both ran and when we got back to the highway Carol ran to us. "(Y/n/n)! I didn't know where you went!" Lori exclaimed. "Did you find my baby?!" Carol asked. My eyes widened and I looked at rick. "I thought she was here. I told her to come back." Carols eyes began to tear up.

"I'm going back in." I stated. "No, no you're not." Rick answered me. "Im taking, Glenn, Shane and Daryl." "Has Daryl been seen?" I asked hopefully. "He dragged T-Dog to the RV before, he might be there." Lori answered I nodded my head and started to walk to the RV, no Daryl. I was about to turn when I saw him exit the RV. My eyes spotted blood on his arms, my eyes widened. I rushed over to him. "Who's blood is that? We're you.." "I wasn't bit, it's T-dogs blood." He answered. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He put his arms around my waist and hugged me. "Daryl! Come on." Rick called out. I let go and watched him leave... At least his ass is a nice view.. I entered the RV, to see T-dog sitting at the table, his arm covered in blood, with a soaked in red bandage. "what happened to you?" I asked, sitting across from him. "I was hiding from the geeks, and then I sliced my arm open on a lifted up piece of metal from a car." "didn't they smell the blood?" "One did, then daryl killed it, and pushed me over, throwing its dead corpse over mine, then pulling one over himself, we blended Into the many dead ones laying down." I smiled softly. "Smart and the walkers didn't suspect you at all?" "Not one." I nodded, slightly leaning forward. T-dog stood up quickly. "Are you alright?" "Yeah." I said quickly. "Come on." He put his arm around me and led me to one of the beds. "Lay down, I'll get one of the others to keep check on you." "Thanks T-dog." He walked out and I rolled over, now facing a window, softly closing my eyes.

My eyes shot open when I heard a bang. I got up and ran towards the door. "They're moving cars so we can turn the R.V around to leave." "We've found Sophia?" I asked turning around to see T-dog, looking at his soaked bandage. "No." "Right." I walked back to the room, and grabbed the first aid kit, making my way back to where T-dog was. "Give me your arm." "What why?" "Theodore, give me your arm." He gave his arm across to me. "What are you doing?" "Putting a fresh bandage on your arm." He nodded. Once the bandage was off, I looked at the cut. "Well, you didn't miss anything when you did this." He laughed softly. I got some new gauze and a little bit of antiseptic ointment that I had found in one of the abandoned cars. "Where’d you find that?” “In that little silver car on the left side of the RV. I cleared It out, there’s nothing in it. I’m lucky to have seen this.” I placed the gauze on to his arm, before getting the tape and taping it up. "Done, now we need some antibiotics." "They're back." We heard Glenn say.

I got up and put the first aid kit away, then followed T-dog out. We walked to the forest line, where the rest of our group were. "You didn't find her?" Carol asked, almost bawling. "Her trail went cold, we'll pick it up again at first light." "You can't leave my daughter out there on her own, to spend the night alone in the woods." "Out in the dark's no good. We'd just be tripping over ourselves. More people get lost." "But she is 12. She can't be out there on her own…” “You didn't find anything?" "I know this is hard. But I'm asking you not to panic. We know she was out there." "And we tracked her for a while." "We have to make this an organised effort. Daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I've asked him to over see this." "Is that blood?" She started to breathe uneasy. "We took down a walker." "Walker? Oh, my god." "There was no sign it was anywhere near Sophia." "How can you know that?" Andrea asked. There was a brief moment of silence. "We cut the son of a bitch open, made sure." Daryl nodded his head in confirmation.

Carol sat down, Lori next to her and I sat on the opposite side. "Oh, God." She looked up, now not upset but hurt and angry. "How could you just leave her out there to begin with? How could you just leave her?" "Those two walkers were on us. I had to draw them off. It was her best chance." "Sounds like he didn't have a choice, Carol." Shane stepped in. "How was she supposed to find her way back on her own? She's just a child, she's just a child." She said tearing up. Rick fell to his knees and looked at her. "It was my only option. The only choice I could make." "I'm sure nobody doubts that." "My little girl got left in the woods." I hugged Carol and so did Lori. While everyone else stood there. After a second Andrea came and joined the hug. “We will find her Carol.” I softly told her, rubbing circles on her back. “I need a moment alone.” She sniffed walking to the RV.

“I think we should make a start on looking for supplies in these cars, do a perimeter check. Rig up some cans. Before it gets too dark. We have about 20 minutes left until sundown.” Shane sighed arms crossed. “I’ll see if I can get us some squirrel or rabbit. Even keep an eye out for that girl.” Daryl responded, bringing his bow off his back, returning to the forest line. “Carl, you stay close to me. I need eyes on you at all times.” Lori spoke. “I’ll get started on some more cars. See what we can use.” I walked towards a dark green wagon. I had a peek through the grimy tinted windows. Grabbing my knife, I slowly opened the door. It was clear. No geeks. No people. No corpses. Opening the glovebox, papers fell out, revealing a small handgun. I pulled it out, checking that the safety was on and checking the magazine, leaving them seperate before putting them In my bag, turning to check the back I see a small suitcase.

Leaning forward through the middle I grab the suitcase and turn it so I can open it. It was full of clothes, digging through the clothes I found nothing. Checking the middle compartment, I found an energy bar, a pack of gum and pepper spray, once again opening my bag and putting the items in. I got out of the car walking to the trunk, opening it and spotting climbing gear and some rope. I grabbed the rope and gave it to Shane. “This might help with the cans.” “Hey, are you alright? How you holding up?” “I’m fine, I’m holding up good. It’s Carol I’m worried about, and that poor girl.” “She will be fine.” “We don’t know that Shane. I’m praying that we will find her, and I’m praying that she is in good health, that she is safe and okay. But what if she isn’t ?” “Look. We will find this girl and bring her back. Don’t worry.” “I’ll always worry. I feel like I could be out there helping.” “It’s already dark, it’s only going to get darker we will not find her like this. Look, I’m going to go out and look first thing in the morning.” I nodded turning around and leaving.

Noticing everyone huddled up near the RV, I join them all. “I found a few cans of food that we can eat.” Glenn said putting three cans in the middle of the group. “I found an energy bar.” I added it to the pile. “There’s some food in the RV, we can add that to the pile and we can all eat.” Dale commented, going inside and grabbing the food. “This is great for tonight, tomorrow morning we will continue to search for Sophia. We will loot the cars and vehicles tomorrow.” Rick sighed, rubbing his right hand over his face.

We all sat down, starting to eat. Shane was keeping an eye out for any threats. We ate in silence before another presence joined us.

Looking over I see Daryl grab a small can and sit next to me, pulling me into his side while he opened his food. “Couldn’t find the girl. Didn’t bother to look for squirrels or rabbits.” “I was worried about you.” I said softly. “You know ya don’t need to.” He gave my thigh a small squeeze. “You can’t stop me.” “I know you’re a pain in my ass.” He joked. I softly laughed, shoving his arm away before cuddling into his side, his arm resting behind me with his hand resting over my abdomen.

We’re going to be okay. All of us. We will find Sophia and we will find a safe place for us to set up a camp... We will. We have to.

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#daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #The Walking Dead #twd #x reader #daryl x reader

[vanilla-inkwell]

SANS IS A DARKNER HOLY SHIT

 BIG SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE, TINY SPOILERS FOR DELTARUNE

TL;DR: Sans isn’t a monster, he’s a Darkner from the Dark World, and that’s why he bleeds, as well as what’s up with his room and his seeming teleporting.

OKAY so everyone's aware of the whole thing where, when you defeat Sans at the end of the Genocide Route, the wound it leaves looks a whole lot like its bloody. Combined with the fact that we don't actually see him die, and his awareness of the nature of SAVEing/LOADing, many have speculated Sans isn't fully monster, and has some human element. But that was all just blind speculation around a seemingly anomalous character who both uses magic and has an organic body.

Until now. 'Cause, see, Deltarune introduced us to beings who can use magic and have blood: Darkners.

Lancer knows, or at least thinks, the heroes have blood. He says he's gonna "turn them into blood" and even has a bucket to clean up said blood. Susie obviously wouldn’t, but she doesn't correct him because the conversation is framed around Lancer learning to be more badass/intimidating from her, so she's not concerned with the accuracy of the statement. And we know that people from Kris's world know what blood is, and have the same rules as in Undertale, that being that only humans have blood. This is shown by someone in the town recognizing Kris as "the human who lives at the top of town" and asks them if it hurts to be made of blood.

Yet, Lancer naturally thinks that crushing the heroes would leave a bloody mess, and King says Lancer would splatter it he dropped him off the castle ledge. We're suspiciously unable to kill any Darkners, so we never see anyone die or turn to dust. In fact, Lancer even knowing what blood is raises suspicions, because Darkners otherwise seem identical to monsters, and there's no indication they know what a human is.

But most importantly, to me, Ralsei doesn't correct Lancer. Just about every other time Lancer says something erroneous, Ralsei calls it out. But he doesn't so much as comment on Lancer thinking there'd be blood from crushing the heroes, meaning that, as far as Ralsei knows, there would be.

What this means is that Darkners can use magic and bullets, even manipulate the space a SOUL-heart moves in (in much the same way Sans does), but also have blood.

y'all

Y'ALL

SANS ISN'T A MONSTER

SANS IS A DARKNER

THE DARK WORLD IS WHERE SANS ORIGINALLY CAME FROM

Want more evidence? Darkners have colored dialogue portraits, while monsters from both Kris's world and Frisk's world have black-and-white dialogue portraits.

Sans, who would be the only Darkner in Undertale if this theory is true, conveniently has an actually black-and-white head. In other words, we wouldn't know if his portrait was coloured.

And on top of all that, the fast-travel doors in the Dark World have the exact same shifting light under them as the door to Sans's room in Undertale, a room that Papyrus said "looks like another world," and which is totally black when you first enter. Combined with Sans's mysterious ability to teleport around via "shortcuts," it seems highly likely he's using the Dark World to get around.

EDIT: 

 Adding more fuel to this, people have been speculating that the photo of three smiling people in Sans's workshop could be the heroes of Deltarune... the ending theme of which closes with the lyric "Don't forget, I'm with you in the dark,"... so this photograph would be of the Fun Gang who traverse the Dark World... and spawns based on FUN values relating to a character who talks about her neighbor Suzy... and this photograph has "don't forget" written on the back...

AND to top off all of this, the primary way to dispatch Darkners peacefully is to get them tired and make them fall asleep, just like you how you beat Sans. Their names even turn blue when they’re tired, for god’s sake. And they can actually dodge your attacks, unlike every monster but just like Sans.

PLUS, after you beat Sans, he says he's going to Grillby's... and in Deltarune, we find him at that world's version of Grillby's (#######Sans' ). Also, EXP isn't solely tied to actually killing, but to the perception of your actions; in Undertale, you gain extra EXP from mocking Loox before killing him, so clearly it has to do with perceived pain as much as physical murder. Which makes sense, considering EXP doesn’t physically change anything about someone, but simply marks how much easier it is for them to hurt and kill. That in mind, it's wholly plausible that Sans didn't actually die, instead teleporting once he was out of sight and eventually (somehow) ending up in Deltarune's town, but Frisk/Chara thought they killed him so they still received the EXP.

Also, for those who ascribe to the ketchup theory, here's a piece of actual dialogue from Deltarune (and I don't know how I didn't make this connection on my own when I played it): "This isn't another trick, is it, Kris? Like when you put ketchup on your arms and told me it was blood?"

I love the idea of Sans being filled with ketchup as much as anyone, but Toby is outright screaming the answers to us at this point. Not to mention it's explicitly stated in Undertale that monsters don't retain food inside them when they eat; anything they consume is automatically converted into energy. It literally can't be ketchup. Sorry, y'all. (But like, not that sorry ‘cause it being blood ties into this absolute avalanche of evidence that he’s a Darkner.)

#deltarune #undertale #sans #darkner #undertale theory

[scribbling-stiks]

Retrievers - XXIV - Channelers

"How did you get that from seeing ghosts?" Russia asks, baffled.

"Well, you shouldn't be able to see them," Louisiana says.

"I thought it was normal."

"Well, clearly it's not," Massachusetts replies.

"What are y'all even talking about?" Texas asks, with Alabama on his back and North Carolina hanging off his arm.

"Russia has magic!" Louisiana exclaims.

"What kind?" Texas asks.

"I don't know, but something is clearly going on."

"Hold on, I'm going to go get my book," Massachusetts says, turning around.

Russia takes a moment to hand America the fuzzy blanket and he sits next to him. America throws his legs onto Russia's lap, and Russia grabs America's good leg, rubbing it absentmindedly.

'I have magic?'

'What does that even mean?'

'Wouldn't I have noticed?'

Massachusetts comes running back down the stairs and jumps down the last few steps. He tumbles down and comes to a rolling stop in the landing.

"Sett, what's making you so excited?" Rhode Island asks.

"Russia has magic! I can't believe I didn't put it together sooner," Massachusetts says excitedly, hurriedly flipping through a large, old-looking leather book.

"Wait, I thought the ice thing was magic. What does that have to do with the ghosts?" Texas asks.

"Elemental stuff is different, Tazzy!" Arizona exclaims, jumping on the back of the couch, "I don't have any magic, but I do have fire. And just cuz Russia had ice doesn't mean he has magic! Magic has colors."

"But Russia doesn't have a color," Ohio comments.

"Just cuz we've never seen a color, that don't mean that he doesn't have magic abilities. I got a color, but I need something to draw magic from. Russia is probably the same."

"He's a channeler!" Massachusetts cuts in.

"A what?" Russia asks.

"A channeler. So you'll need an actual magic source to experiment with...." Massachusetts says, staring off into space for a moment.

"Hold on. Wait. Where is this coming from?" Russia pushes.

"I'm a channeler. It's pretty much just means that I can take magic from other sources to use. But I can't hold magic. Massy is like a battery, so he can fuel himself, but I need a source," Louisiana says, waving her hands.

"Channelers can do three things, and you've already been doing one of them. You've been reflecting magic. It's why you can see ghosts when Louisiana is using ghost powers, and you also started glowing, reflecting Dad's magic," Massachusetts explains, "Also, Dad could channel magic into you. Dad wouldn't have been able to do that if you didn't have some ability."

"But how could I have never noticed?"

"Well, you were probably too busy staring at Amy," Dixie says with a dry chuckle.

"And, you don't seem to have an internal source. If you did, you probably would've accidentally used it before," Massachusetts comments.

"Huh."

"That... actually makes a lot of sense," America comments.

Dixie laughs.

"You've been too in love to notice," Dixie teases.

America looks away and his face turns bright red. Russia cups America's cheek with a small smile. America leans into Russia's hands and closes his eyes, a giddy smile on his face. Russia smiles softly.

"See, you're doing it again!" Massachusetts says, pointing at the two.

Russia looks down and sees his hands glowing faintly blue.

"This isn't you?" Russia asksю

"Nope," America replies, a bright smile and his eye glowing blue.

"Huh," Russia mumbles.

Then America's head pops up, his eyes wide.

"Wait, I don't have much magic, how are you channeling it from me?" America asks.

Russia shrugs.

"EXPERIMENT TIME!" Massachusetts screams before bolting to the dining room, before sliding to a stop.

"Russia, you're supposed to follow me!"

Russia looks up, a little concerned.

"I'll come with you, I think I know where this is going," America says.

"I will too. Let me go get the machete," Dixie says, walking out in front of Massachusetts.

'Machette?'

America stumbles up, and Russia hops to his feet. Russia grasps America's arm to help steady him, and America shakes him off.

"I'm okay, Rue," America says, sounding a little annoyed.

Russia pulls away and stands back. America limps to the back door, and Russia follows behind him. Dixie walks out front and tilts a little to beside the creepier path. He begins hacking away at spiky bushes. Russia steps over the branches and kicks away the spikes to help clear the path for America.

America grumbles and angrily kicks at the sticks.

"America? Are you okay?"

America smiles up at him with a strange grimace. Russia shrinks away from a little, and America's face falls.

"Rue, I'm... Sorry, I'm just mad that... I don't know. I'm not mad at you. But you don't have to keep kicking away the raspberry bush branches."

Russia nods, but looks away and swallows the sting. America hums and looks away. Then, America sighs.

America lulls behind and Russia steps back next to him. Massachusetts and Dixie push forward and Dixie hacks away at the bushes.

"I... I'm sorry. I have... issues accepting help is I think how Dixie would put it. I appreciate everything you're doing, I really do. I just... I'm sorry. I just feel so guilty about receiving it," America says, looking away.

"Why would you feel guilty about it?" Russia asks.

"I... I don't deserve it?"

America stares at the ground and Russia's heart stops.

"... did I make you feel like that?" Russia asks, apprehensively.

America's head shoots up and his eyes go wide.

"No! No. It's not you!" America exclaims, waving his hands frantically.

Russia looks away and opens his arms. America smiles and walks up. Russia closes his eyes and wraps his arms around America as soon as America reaches him.

"You always deserve help," Russia says into America's hair, "always."

"But I... my kids always deserve it more."

"And what about you?"

"I get what's left," America says with a shrug.

"You deserve attention and love and more."

"My kids..."

"Your kids get enough, you deserve something."

America hugs a little tighter.

'I want to help you. So bad.'

"Can I carry you?" Russia asks tentatively.

"...okay. Yeah. Please," America says.

Russia slowly laces his arms under America's legs, and America pulls up using his arms around the back of his neck. Russia pushes through and follows Dixie's laughter. He pokes his head around a thick tree and sees Dixie kneeling next to and Massachusetts leaning against a large stump.

The air is full of a staticky feeling.

"Now, time to figure out what you can really do," Massachusetts says with a smirk.

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