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Mary Magdalene’s Faltetto/Farutetto Dress: Remnants of 2017

Mary Magdalene recently made a few sample and leftover stock items available for purchase on their website, and I was very, very lucky to be able to get not one, but both colours that I had been wanting for years.

In this post, I’d like to share some pretty pictures of these pieces (especially the “new” colours which we have seen so rarely), but also talk about a little bit of my history (and Mary Magdalene’s history) with these dresses. Because I feel like this little-known knowledge must be documented somewhere....

Companion posts: 2023 Faltetto unboxing+some details (mist and navy), initial worn post, petticoat/bustle post

Note: while this dress is most often known by the name of “Farutetto” due to this translation being used on Lolibrary, I will be calling it “Faltetto” since Mary Magdalene has translated it this way on their website.

Table of Contents

Prologue Rambles: Mary Magdalene (the brand)

Faltetto (2017)

Faltetto (2018/Le Panier event)

Le Panier/Fée d’une Fleur incident

Faltetto (2022)

Faltetto (2023/Samples)

Unboxing

Faltetto comparisons

Epilogue Rambles: Mary Magdalene’s Future

Faltetto dress. This dress design was first released in 2011, with a rerelease in 2014 that included a new colour, amethyst (a purple). This was basically Mary Magdalene’s last good year, with no more original main piece designs being released since. I don’t think anyone knows for sure why Mary Magdalene dropped off after this, but common theories are factory issues or management issues. The brand has pretty much been on life support since, with demand outpacing a near-nonexistent supply.

Mary Magdalene has always been a small brand, with a very small number of each release being produced. Secondhand prices for many coveted items are incredibly high, making for an overall depressing outlook on the brand, and in similar ways classic lolita in general, which currently appears to have a much smaller number of wearers than the other two main substyles sweet and gothic.

Mary Magdalene is the brand that got me into lolita, and remains my favourite, beloved brand--and I think many others feel the same. It feels both rewarding and disheartening to obtain some items directly from the brand (a first for me). I have always tried to keep an eye on the brand’s activities since releases started dropping off, but as updates started dwindling to once a year, or sometimes once every two years, I don’t always stay on top of it.

Still, Mary Magdalene’s activities around 2017~2018 in China are largely unknown or misunderstood, so I hope writing about what I know may provide some knowledge to the community.

Finally, into the Faltetto content. The Faltetto dress was actually rereleased in 2017 at an event in Guangdong (I believe it was an anime/culture event with some Japanese lolita brand guests, but I can no longer remember the details). As far as I know, it was intended as an early reservation/MTO with a general reservation intended to be made available to the public shortly afterwards. Mary Lou OP was also available to reserve, with a few new colours. The general reservation did actually happen for this dress later in 2017, but Faltetto never did. Which is only the start of difficulties with this release...

Promotional image of the event. I’m glad I saved this, because it doesn’t seem to be viewable on weibo anymore.

Two new colours were introduced:「枣红色」, or what would later become known as “maroon”; and 「雪灰色」”snow gray”, or what would also later be revealed to be “mist”. The maroon colourway was supposed to be an event limited colour, though I don’t know if this meant that it was originally intended to be only available for the event or maybe only available at the event + the online shop (it seemed like historically Mary Magdalene limited colourways were “online shop limited” or “online shop and KERA shop limited”, so it would be rare for a colour to not be available online)

I think a lot more people ordered the maroon colour vs. the mist, as I have seen the maroon a few times on xianyu since, but never the mist. Red is a lucky colour, so it makes sense. But I had always been in love with the mist. I came very close to reserving the mist through two levels of SS (CN SS talking to a event SS via xianyu), but the fees and conversion rate made me balk (I was quoted about $430 USD for everything but international shipping, which in retrospect was probably worth it to not live through the heartache. For reference, the event sell price was 2127 RMB), plus I thought that Mary Magdalene themselves would make the dress available sometime soon, so I never followed through. Terrible regret on that one.

The dresses were scheduled for shipment some time near the end of 2017, but production was slightly delayed into spring of 2018. I believe that the dresses didn’t necessarily ship out all at once, so some of the orders that were fulfilled later came with a free headdress.

The picture of the maroon headdress I have saved seems to be the Claudia Headdress with ivory side ribbons instead of red ones. The picture of the mist that I have saved seems to be totally different, with one single strip of lace (similar to Rose Cameo Headdress, except without the ruffles) used for the hairband part.

This is a picture of my regular release Claudia headdress, which has red side ribbons (I am trying to avoid posting pictures that aren’t mine if I can). The lace matches that used for the free headdresses, although the included hairband was a very thin ribbon-covered wire band, not a plastic one.

A couple weibo users posted pictures of their mist, and knowing that the dress both exists and basically doesn’t gave me terrible heartache....I wouldn’t doubt if it gave you, the reader, terrible heartache too, since the numbers remain few. But I believe some hope out there exists that Mary Magdalene will have a larger reservation intake for these someday...

I later found the maroon secondhand on xianyu in 2018, and purchased it.

The dress has a few differences from my (probably older) other Faltettos. I’ve added a few comparison photos at the end of this post, as well as a few comparison pictures in my unboxing post.

About halfway through 2018, a new lolita magazine, “Le Panier”, was released. A number of other lolita blogs have posts on the magazine, but the general concept was a more premium, artistic “high fashion” lolita magazine. The magazine was published in a Chinese and Japanese version. Mary Magdalene was featured in the magazine (which was a surprising and very rare thing to see), in just one page:

Not the best picture of this page, but hopefully it’s readable. The dress is indicated as “Faltetto Dress 2018″. I also forgot that there were a number of coords in the magazine styled to each sister in “Little Women” (I wouldn’t say all of them hit the mark, but lolita works okay for Meg).

Midori Fukasawa wearing Faltetto in mist. The coord uses a brooch and tights from Mary Magdalene’s personal collection seen in a number of their other stock photos. The blouse is Faltetto Blouse, bonnet is Bisque Doll Bonnet and the shoes are Lace-up Ribbon Strap Shoes. While I think Mary Magdalene’s intentions here are genuine, the description just feels like betrayal.

2017年にイベントで先行発売。人気を呼んだファルテットドレスのミストカラーが、ついに一般でも発売に。

This page is, I think, proof enough that Mary Magdalene definitely intended to open a general reservation for Faltetto at the time. Along with the publication of the first volume of the magazine, Le Panier announced and held a large tea party in Shanghai, featuring many Japanese brands as guests (including Mary Magdalene, Metamorphose, Victorian Maiden, Juliette et Justine...), as well as touting exclusive items and reservations. And this was the start of the problems...

It’s hard to not bring up Le Panier without also mentioning the Juliette et Justine Fée d’Une Fleur incident. This is in fact also relevant to me, as I preordered that dress💧

I can’t remember all the information regarding the incident, but to keep things hopefully brief, it boils down to the dress not being what was promised.

Fée d’une fleur is quite a coveted dress in China (and it is incredibly rare, being from 2008, I believe was made to order by reservations, and also was expensive for the time), and it sounds like lolitas had been requesting JetJ to rerelease it for some time. Soupir d’ange had been released a few years prior with similar design elements, but was not the same (notably, the skirt “petals” are not placed and do not drape in the same lovely way). It seemed unlikely that the original would ever be rereleased because apparently the original pattern had been lost, and manufacture would be incredibly costly.

So when Le Panier announced that JetJ would be taking exclusive reservations for the Fée d’une Fleur, Chinese lolitas were incredibly excited. The original Fée d’une fleur stock image was used in Le Panier’s announcement post.

Among this, reservations for Faltetto were presented for two new colourways:

Navy and a lilac (I do not know the official colour name, but one Chinese poster called it “light purple”. And yes, the provided photo quality was extremely bad).

The price for Fée d’une fleur was significantly higher than previous (original price: 37800 JPY, le panier price: 4600 RMB [converts to about 77400 yen at the time]), which I think bothered people, but the bigger problem appeared at the event...

The sample Fée d’une fleur looked nothing like the original that was promised.

The sample dress can be seen in the background of this catwalk picture.

The colours and drape were just off. The response was so bad that Le Panier had the designer of Juliette et Justine come up and promise that it will be exactly like the original. But few seemed to be convinced.

I ended up going ahead with the preorder anyway, because I had already paid my SS. I didn’t mind the differences as long as the colour was corrected on the final product. Juliette et Justine ended up releasing reservations for this “Fée d’une Fleur 2018″ to the general public, with a "lavender pink” colorway as well.

By the way, the price on JetJ’s website for this was ¥68000 without tax (¥73440 with tax, which I think was 8% at the time). Le Panier later did also give those who reserved a discount of I think 300 RMB off the original list price because of the price difference (I can no longer remember exactly how much, it was maybe 300-400 RMB).

There were two blue colorways released. The one on the right, “sax blue” was the one shipped to Le Panier reservees and was labeled on the site as the colour of the original, while the one of the left, “mint” reminds me more of the sample...I wonder if it was meant to evoke the original 2008 dress better with a more pronounced difference between colorations (it still feels off, though)

Le Panier reservations received a few extra gifts: a matching floral brooch-clip (with small JetJ charm) and some Le Panier gifts (I chose the JetJ rabbit tote, which I believe was a gift available for a small additional fee with the Chinese release of the magazine, and washi tape selection). I also think the Le Panier reservations shipped first, but that’s whatever. I almost would have preferred the lower JPY converted price without SS fees and getting points from JetJ’s site, but the brooch is nice with the dress, I guess, and the dress itself turned out okay as long as you knew what you were signing up for (the stock photos of this 2018 release were accurate to what was shipped).

To this day I’ve never used the tote. I think it says Le Panier on it.

Closer look at the washi tape and the back of the brooch with JetJ charm. Le Panier made (I think) 3 types of washi tape with 3 different brands, and I think I was randomly given this JetJ one. No idea why we weren’t able to get all 3, but whatever.

The final dress still has some shortcuts taken like a few tulle/mesh petal panels instead of all chiffon, and the length is also very long (ankle length on me, vs mid calf for the original). Also, the petal placement is still wrong (closer to soupir d’ange), but it looks okay if you don’t think about it too hard.

My old fairy coord (from 2018) with Fée d’une Fleur 2018.

And now, back to Faltetto again...

Mary Magdalene designer Rieko Tanaka herself attended the event, which was nice to see. A booth was set up with a few stock items (notably Aria Fleur, which went on sale on the Mary Magdalene website in 2022. At that time, a few of the OP variations were sold out, so I can only assume they sold out here. Other pieces for sale were a single Copine Georgette JSK in pink, and a preview of the rerelease of Arabesque Rose).

Price for the navy or lilac Faltetto was 2000 RMB, plus shipping fees from Japan. Depending on the ticket level purchased, 2 or 1 piece per colour could be reserved (I think the might have later been increased to 3?). Apparently, these colours were supposed to be limited to the Le Panier event.

A sample version of the lilac Faltetto was on display, and the navy was shown during the fashion show.

The bodice lace on this faltetto is the same as mine! I think the navy sample sold in 2023 is likely be the very same as this one presented in 2018.

I am unsure if I should upload a photo of the lilac here as I think the photos I saved were posted by individual participants of the event, but I’ll consider it if someone would really like to see it (the colour is quite similar to the grainy stock above).

I wonder now why Mary Magdalene didn’t post the sample of the lilac for sale along with all the other faltetto samples, but it may be because the lilac was missing the lace/braid at the front (for the event, the detachable bows were placed there to make the area less lacking).

I am quite fond of navy colourways, so upon hearing that a navy faltetto was something that was going to exist, I searched for an SS for it (I think I used Chinese Lolita Updates because I didn’t want to use two levels of SS), paid the deposit, and waited.

It looks like this particular attendee/SS reserved the maximum of 3 dresses for VIP ticketholders.

I can’t remember if the dresses had an estimated ship date, but they’ll ship when they’re ready...

...right?

After much silence, in 2019, about a year exactly since the event, Le Panier announced that Mary Magdalene would not be able to produce the dresses, and everyone would be refunded. Mary Magdalene posted an informational notice on their website, which had an unfortunate translation error:

This follow up was added later:

I’m surprised that it doesn’t seem to be common knowledge what the “gift” that Mary Magdalene gave to people who reserved, but it is very minor--a small Mary Magdalene logo mirror.

I had to ask my SS to ship this to me, actually, as I think they deemed it too minor to bother spending the money to ship (shipping ended up being fairly cheap because the item was so small and light, though). It sounded like they were going to throw it away if I had not asked!

Le Panier also mentioned that they would give an extra gift and 100 RMB voucher, but I can’t remember what that was and/or if I ever used the voucher. Probably not, since all the things Le Panier sold were a bit expensive (imagine brand new Japanese brand retail prices plus SS fees, and then conversion... much easier to just buy directly from Japan)

Anyways, this whole thing just... sucked, really. Le Panier seemed to have dragged multiple brands’ names through the mud (I will not talk about it here, but there is the infamous VM Classical Doll incident as well), had a track record of numerous other hiccups and operational issues at their events/booths/sales, and overall was losing Chinese lolitas’ trust very quickly.

I should note that Mary Magdalene had attended another Chinese event some time in 2018 where they took reservations for a rerelease of Perfume Bottle, but production of that also failed with much silence from the brand (there was even going to be a new dark purple colourway). It’s very strange that the 2017 Faltettos were able to be manufactured, whilst planned pieces from 2018 weren’t, but I think these two incidents mean that the factory problems are real.

Later in 2018 Le Panier also took reservations for the rerelease of Arabesque Rose that was previewed at the event. These were in fact manufactured and shipped successfully around 2019 (+ I believe the Le Panier reservations came with a free headbow), and extra stock was uploaded to the Mary Magdalene website in 2022 as “Arabesque Rose Midi Dress”. The fabric used was identical to the original, with fewer colourways (caramel, iris and navy--no offwhite), no rose lace at the bottom, no shirring/less corset lacing loops, and slightly wider (weirder in my opinion) bows. While I am happy these were in fact produced, the rerelease looks like a sad shadow of the original, and the long bows with skinny, tight middles look like replicas (why is this type of bow so common on replicas? Not cute, in my opinion).

Le Panier continued to (attempt to) sell a few extra Mary Magdalene items on their website, but their bad reputation along with interest in Mary Magdalene being quite scarce at the time meant that selling the stock took a little while.

Le Panier’s original shop URL no longer functions, but they remain modestly active on Weibo. Le Panier volume 2 was published in late 2019, including a small report of the 2018 event, and there hasn’t been any more publications since. Perhaps Le Panier was started by a well-meaning lolita enthusiast who was a bit too ambitious and wasn’t able to manage their brand and event well. Or, perhaps it was a poorly executed plan to make a profit off of Chinese lolitas involving convincing Japanese brands to overpromise exclusive items and reservations, as well as resell Japanese lolita goods...potentially run by someone who doesn’t fully understand lolita/lolitas.

After this, Mary Magdalene went silent for a while...and maybe I don’t blame them after all these Chinese events kind of exploded on them. It’s a little disappointing how much attention and exclusivity was turned to China during this time (I was seriously mourning that Mist had turned into a “2017 China event reservation only exclusive”), but most everyone came out empty handed, so was it really that exclusive in the end...?

Mary Magdalene saw a small return to activity in 2020, with a rerelease of the Génoise coat. But, after that...silence...for 2 years.

In 2022, Faltetto in maroon was uploaded, plus a few in stock items which appeared to be leftovers or extras from Le Panier (Aria Fleur and Arabesque Rose as mentioned earlier; plus the Arabesque headbow in offwhite only which I feel like was just extra unsold stock from 2014, and some small number of perle lace bolero which MM stated explicitly that was just old stock from the original 2016 release).

This release of Faltetto was particularly interesting, as the listing stated:

今回の販売分は、通常の量産とは異なり一人の職人が一貫して製作した特別バージョンとなっております。価格の変更が御座います事を予めご了承の程お願い申し上げます。

Google translate: This sale is a special version that is consistently produced by one craftsman unlike normal mass production.

(the second portion apologizes that the price has been raised due to rising production costs, but the price difference is 30000 yen (excl. tax) vs the original 26800 yen (excl. tax), which is hardly egregious)

So, this release is not mass produced and should be quality controlled very carefully. How nice, I thought.

Although I already owned a maroon faltetto, I put in an order request through Mary Magdalene’s overseas form anyways, in the slim chance that the dress wouldn’t sell out before Mary Magdalene processed my order, and so I could perhaps compare a mass produced vs. non mass produced faltetto.

Unfortunately, the dress sold out shortly afterwards. And I received this response:

この度はご注文頂き有難うございます。大変申し訳御座いませんが、現在、「ファルテットドレス(マルーン)」の在庫は御座いません。今後、受注生産にて再販を予定しております。その際は優先的にご案内させて頂きます。 (また、今回キャンセルが発生した場合もご連絡させて頂きます) この度はご希望に添える事が出来ず大変申し訳御座いません。何かご不明な点等御座いましたら、お気軽にご連絡下さいませ。それでは、失礼致します。

Disappointing, but at least this reiterates that Mary Magdalene has an intention to have a general release/MTO of faltetto. (But it hasn’t happened...yet...)

I heard that the quality of this faltetto is good and “Mary Magdalene quality”, but I have never seen it in person. I will note that I don’t have any issues with my 2017 faltetto (aside from the fabric choice being a bit thin) and I’m not sure what would be considered “better quality” or more “individual craftman-like” than a normal faltetto.

All other items on the website sold out quickly, as expected.

And then silence again...until now. Almost a year exactly after the last update. Like before, the update came suddenly and without warning, simply mentioning that a few leftover stock/sample/B items were going to be added the next day between noon and evening (what a big help!...though, I think this was intentionally vague so that the website wouldn’t crash with condensed traffic at a scheduled time)

Special thanks to rabbitreverie to letting me know about this update. I had kind of lost hope by this point and was not checking the site regularly. We were both refreshing all night! The site update came suddenly, with some sample items already being sold out by the time I saw the update (and I think I was quite on the ball, too...). What an odd treasure trove of an update, though...I imagine the sample items were only one (and potentially one of a kind).

(In some ways, I’m just glad with this update that we finally get a better quality stock photo of mist. You don’t want to know what blurry, artifact riddled pictures I’d been gazing at before this.)

A Faltetto “2017″ was available! In maroon and mist. This lines up with the 2017 guangdong event, with likely the same product number (my maroon faltetto did not come with tags to confirm, sadly). Mary Magdalene must have made a few extra pieces of stock that they never got around to selling...maybe? It’s impossible to know how many pieces were available.

Everything on the website sold out in about 5 minutes or less, which is impressive considering there couldn’t have been many people who knew about the update. But there was also very, very little stock.

Sample Faltetto dresses were also available in a separate listing (Mary Magdalene labels the second section, mostly older items, “outlet”, with discounted prices to match the sample or flawed status of the items. But why is it cheap when people would definitely pay more?? I suppose it is the principle of the matter...).

Peacock, Amethyst, Maroon, and Navy (!) are all available as sample versions. From the provided pictures, it looks like Amethyst and Maroon are a bit more saturated than the released versions.

Of course I go for the mist and navy, given my history with the colours...and somehow I manage to check out with both of them whilst fumbling around trying to enter my information.

A few weeks later, I have them in my hands! It’s a bit of an emotional moment for me since Mist had been on my “dream dress but impossible” list since it was announced.

Given that this post is already getting so long and superfluous, I have the unboxing and detail pictures in another post.

And here is probably the most interesting part, the comparison pictures:

I have 5 Faltettos now... which is quite a lot...

Overall the dresses I own are quite similar, aside from the navy having some obvious differences due to being a sample, and the >2017 dresses having their skirt tier lace gathered with the main fabric. Note that I obviously have not laid these out in chronological release order, it just looked aesthetically pleasing in this arrangement.

I used to own a different version of the ecru faltetto, which I believe may have been an older release, and that one definitely had some more prominent differences (such as placement of the chest lace being a tiny bit lower, with the first row of embroidered dots clearly visible [like the stock photos], and the bustle loop being sewn on the same edge as opposed to being a strip folded in half [it’s hard to explain]). Thus, my brain wants to tell me that the pink and ecru faltettos I have may be from 2014, a little more on the recent side.

Anyways, I won’t comment much on the following photos since there isn’t much to say anyway (except 5 of the same dress as eye candy!)

Bodice details--always the same lace, although the colour might vary a bit between dye lots/releases

The gathered (or not) lace at the skirt.

The braid used also seems to be quite consistent.

If you look closely, the second row of stitching securing the braid down can vary a little between releases. Also, the navy has clear buttons instead of same-colour buttons, which is as expected.

They all look pretty similar from the back.

I tried to make the bustle loops of each dress visible in this photo. The way they are sewn is pretty consistent across the faltettos here that I currently own. I didn’t have the heart to untie the navy ribbon ties that had come pre-tied! But I imagine they’re about the same as all the others (the ecru is wrinkly because I had it tied up while I stored it)

While finishing up my photos, I pondered what other areas of difference might be of interest. So here’s a picture of all the linings. The mist and maroon are pretty consistent with each other, which makes sense since they are from the same year. Navy has the least nice lining (also makes sense as a sample), with pink having a satin lining similar to the others, and ecru having a thinner but potentially still satiny lining (It’s hard for me to tell looking at this photo because the dress is so wrinkled from storage)

The inner tags are also not of much interest, but dresses released in 2017 and onwards have the country of manufacture specified (Japan). It’s pretty unusual for Mary Magdalene to list where their clothes were manufactured, but it can be found on the occasional piece. While I don’t own enough modern pieces to know for sure, I have a feeling that all of their newer pieces from 2017 have the country listed.

The older dresses (in my case, pink and ecru) have a tag like above, with no country of manufacture (qnd no extra button attached). The navy has no washing tag at all--again, likely because it is a sample.

These were all the photos I thought worth taking--the interior of the dresses seemed to be quite similar when I checked them. Although, I did notice that the navy had the skirt seams pressed open, whereas all the rest have the seams pressed to one side. It makes very little to no difference to how the seam looks from the outside, so I’m not sure why it is like that (maybe a minor difference in pressing decision in a mass manufactured factory environment?)

So, now that Mary Magdalene has updated their website, what does this mean for the brand?

One depressing conclusion could be that they were clearing out stock of whatever they had left in the office, and will close soon...

But I am hopeful. Or choosing to remain hopeful, in any case. It has been over 5 years now since a rerelease of Faltetto was planned and promised, which is so long that it’s easy to conclude that those plans are dead. But...why would Mary Magdalene sell the one of a kind navy sample, the colour that was sold to way more than just one person, and cancelled on more than one person? And mist... that colourway was in a magazine, expressing to thousands of readers that they will be able to order it someday. It’s too unfair to only have some 5-10 mist and 1 navy in the world, especially with how constantly apologetic Mary Magdalene’s site messages are (heck, the “add to cart” buttons broke/displayed incorrectly after the update and MM added an apology message about that). So... could Mary Magdalene be clearing out Faltettos in preparation for a larger release of navy, maroon, mist, among others? Everyone who wants these unique colourways deserves to own them if they want, and we need more Mary Magdalene pieces in the world. I hope that a larger release of main pieces from Mary Magdalene is coming...

(note: since initially drafting this, Mary Magdalene opened up reservations for another release of Génoise coat. So, I’m hopeful, but it’s not a dress yet!)

Other notes:

I recommend Tamie’s video about Mary Magdalene for a little bit of further information and a different account. Complaints and problems with LePanier actually are more numerous than just the issues that Tamie brought up (which sounds ridiculous considering how many were mentioned), but I won’t talk about them here, especially because LePanier’s presence seems to have almost disappeared.

I do not know Chinese, so my information is limited. If there are any Chinese lolitas that know more or have read more detailed posts from the Chinese communities, please let me know anytime!

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Dincember Day 19: Coat

Word Count: 1989 Rating: General Summary: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress. Content Warnings: Reader struggles to find a coat that fits right (not specified why) so maybe a little body image issues if you squint. Author's Note: This may or may not have been inspired by me spending the past two days looking for the right coat while shopping and now being ready to drop from exhaustion (hence the later post!) but hopefully tomorrow is the day! This one is linked pretty heavily to Day 1 and Day 12. I tried to make it as inclusive as possible in terms of why finding a coat that fit was hard, I struggle myself (I'm very tall) so if that applies to you too, I feel you. It sucks. Hope you enjoyed!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

The moment when Din walked through the door holding a bag of shopping should have been the first clue that something was untoward. You knew that he enjoyed the occasional visit to the weekly market that passed through Nevarro with you but you had never known him to be one to shop for himself, certainly not without you. So, your curiosity was piqued when you noticed Din’s return with a mysterious bag, both at what he had bought and the reason for his apparently secretive shopping trip. Given thousands of attempts though, you would never have accurately guessed what Din had purchased. It was the last thing you expected to see.

“What have you got there?” You asked, getting straight to the point as you sat on the couch with Grogu on your lap.

“It’s for this little guy,” Din said, nodding towards Grogu as he removed his helmet and placed it on the table in front of you.

With his helmet out of the way, Din took the mystery item out of the shopping bag. He revealed it to be a little red coat with matching red trousers, complete with foot coverings, just small enough to fit Grogu. It appeared to be a snow suit of some kind. You were thoroughly confused. You looked up at Din questioningly. Nevarro was a warm planet with lava flats, you had never known there to be a day cold enough to necessitate such a garment. It was then that Din had told you that the vacation you were taking was, to your surprise, a cold planet.

You had done your best to pack for the surprise trip that Din had told you would be to cold climes. Although that was difficult, since the selection of clothes you were working with was intended for climates much warmer than in the mountains of Corellia, where Din had brought you to vacation. After one afternoon of playing in the snow your coat had proved to be woefully inadequate, the material was not thick enough and it was completely sodden after a snowball fight with Grogu.

The first morning that you woke up in the snowy paradise, rather than being able to enjoy your surroundings, the first order of business was to procure you a more suitable coat that would protect you against the elements. The two of you were heading into town to shop for a new coat. You felt enormously guilty that your lack of preparedness had put a stop to all the fun you could be having. Plus, shopping when you needed something was not the most pleasant experience. You did not have the luxury of browsing the shops, selecting something for a treat that took your fancy. If you didn’t manage to find something suitable you would not be able to enjoy your time here.

Din had dressed in his beskar’gam for your excursion and despite how bad you felt, he would let you feel no such negative emotions. But despite his insistence that you needed to get this coat sorted so that you could enjoy your time here, you still felt awful. Plus, given Din's unsual appearance, you were painfully aware that he was turning a number of heads as you wandered through the streets of Doaba Guerfel. You doubted that the picturesque mountain town where you were staying for a festive winter retreat was used to many Mandalorians. You had done your best to ignore them though, and remain optimistic that you would find the perfect winter coat in one of the various clothing retailers dotted around the quaint town.

But the day had dragged on, beyond even your worst fears. You had been searching for what felt like an eternity. Now, Grogu was getting restless and the number of stores left for you to visit was dwindling. Yet still, the perfect winter coat eluded you. Everything that was available seemed to be out of season. And any winter coats that you saw were either not made of the right material, not something that you felt comfortable in or not quite the right size for you. Din was doing his best to reassure you and ensure that you did not feel bad even though you could tell his patience was beginning to wear thin.

“One more store,” You sighed, already feeling defeated.

“This is going to be the one, mesh’la, I can just feel it,” Din said as the two of you walked arm in arm towards the final store. You noted the way Din had used the Mando'a phrase for beautiful to refer to you and it touched you deeply. He clearly wanting to highlight that to you now, he could see that the amount of ill-fitting coats had perhaps made you slightly insecure. You felt instantly lighter as Din pushed the door and entered the small shop that appeared to be owned by a family, judging by the name on the door.

A friendly old man greeted you from behind the counter when you walked into the small store. The family-run business was quiet, a few people were shopping but it was a world away from the many hot, cramped stores that you had already visited today. This one was slightly off the main shopping street and appeared to be less of a tourist trap.

You felt slightly more optimistic, both from the vibes of the store and the way Din had assured you while approaching this store that this would be the one. He was so confident that you almost believed him. But cruelly, as you rounded the last rail of coats, still nothing was appropriate for you. You were dejected, disappointed and you felt terrible looking at the way Grogu was writhing impatiently on the seat Din had placed him on. He had brought you both here for a relaxing vacation, not to shop for coats. You were about to turn on your heel and storm out of the store, when the sound of Din’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I need to find a coat today, something warm,” Din explained, having already marched over to the counter behind which the elderly man was standing. “I have a lot of credits. It’s for my partner here,” Din gestured towards you. You felt awful that it was having to come to this, even more so that he would have to waste any more of his hard earned money on you, after he had clearly splurged on this vacation.

“Ah… there has been quite the run on coats recently, with all the tourists at this time of year, we simply cannot meet the demand,” The old man explained, bringing up a finger to scratch his chin as though deep in thought. “However, I think I might have something in the storeroom that is just the right size.”

Din nodded slowly, then turned towards you and tilted his head as if to say, I told you so. You smiled and shook your head at him, you hadn’t even seen the coat yet and already he was so certain that it was going to be right for you. When the old shopkeeper returned with the coat in mind, you could see instantly that this was the coat for you. It appeared to be the right size, unlike most of the coats you had seen thus far today. Plus, it had a thick, fur-lined hood with equally warm lining and a waterproof material on the outside. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was the colour: bright red, Just like Grogu’s snowsuit.

Your face lit up as the shopkeeper brought it over, your heart was pounding. All day you had been hoping to have the moment when you saw the coat and just knew it was right for you and finally, it seemed, that this might be it. You took the coat from his wrinkled hands, trembling slightly as you did so. Din had walked over to be by your side as you tried it on.

As you slipped your arms into the coat, you felt a rush of euphoria. This was exactly the right coat for you. It fit you like a glove, you loved the material and it was the right colour so you could match with Grogu.

“It fits you perfectly!” The old man exclaimed with glee once you had fastened it around you.

“It does,” Din said, his helmet tilting to look you up and down. You felt your cheeks warm slightly out of embarrassment from knowing that he was gazing at you like this, but it was just another sign of how much he adored you.

Din went to pay for the coat while you scooped Grogu up from the seat he had been sitting on, watching you try the coat on. He cooed happily and placed his little claws on the chest of your coat, as if to give his seal of approval at the fact you were now matching.

“Thank you for your business!” The old shopkeeper said with a wave as you left the store, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here!”

“Thank you for your help,” Din nodded as you stepped out of the store.

You headed back towards the cabin, Grogu in your arms, the two of you matching while the unpainted Beskar of the man beside you gleamed in the late-afternoon sunshine.

Later that evening, when you returned from the long walk that you had taken as the sun set over the mountainous paradise, your history with coats was weighing upon Din’s mind. After all, if it hadn’t been for you forgetting your coat to run a few errands on your homeplanet when a rainstorm hit, you never would have met Din. As you proudly hung your new red coat up on the pegs just inside the cabin, right next to Grogu’s much tinier one of the same colour, you heard Din walk into the hallway beside you.

“It seems to be a pattern with you,” Din observed with a smirk as he leant against the wall.

You looked at him quizzically, not following where his mind was.

“I mean, you and coats,” Din elaborated. “We met for the first time because you forgot to wear one and there was a downpour. Now we spent an entire day shopping for a coat so you’d be wrapped up against the elements here.”

“You’re right,” You giggled. “I really am hopeless.”

“You are hopeless,” Din said teasingly as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Well, I love you too,” You said as you leaned in to kiss Din softly. “But maybe next time you do a bit of shopping for Grogu, you could at least include me too.”

“Oh, so this is my fault,” Din huffed, pouting slightly.

“Maybe…” You mused. “But you did fix it. Thank you for helping me get what I needed in the end.”

“You’re welcome, cyare,” Din smiled. “You know I’ll always fix anything for you.”

“I do,” You sighed, looking up at Din dreamily, feeling grateful that you had such a caring man in your life.

You leaned in to kiss him again, before he placed his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked into the main living area where Grogu was playing with the fire.

Despite how terribly the day had begun, you had managed to turn things around with Din’s help. Now, you would be wrapped up against the elements. You could enjoy the rest of the time you had here in this idyllic mountain paradise, complete with the new red jacket to match the snowsuit Grogu had been bought by his father. It was just another story to add to the amusing history you and Din had with your apparent hopelessness at being prepared for the weather with the right coat.

#dincember 2023 #din djarin #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal characters #my fics #this one was late for me i had a BUSY two days and i had so much fun but i am ready to flop now #anyway somehow got this out of me so woo

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desertfangs · 11 months

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Armand/Daniel! Opening line: "I am not jealous."

This one definitely got away from me and is longer than intended. Oops! Thank you for the prompt!!

“I am not jealous.” Armand folded his arms over his chest, his lips pushed into a petulant little pout.

Daniel had to work not to laugh at how seriously he’d taken the accusation. He’d been joking, of course. The idea that his vampire stalker would be jealous of some guy he’d been flirting with in the bar was absurd. Not that it mattered. The guy made a quick exit when Armand had appeared behind them. He’d said simply, “Daniel,” in a tone that might have implied, to a casual observer, that he was a jealous boyfriend annoyed at finding his lover engaging in a flirty conversation with someone else, and the man had taken his leave.

Daniel had sighed, realizing he wasn’t getting laid any time soon, and watched the guy go. Shame. He had a nice ass. Then he’d turned to Armand and implied he was jealous, and now he was likely going to lose him, too, and end up spending the night alone.

A wave of horror ran through him at the realization that he didn’t want Armand to go. That he was relieved to see him. Much as he’d been hoping to take that guy home, it had been almost two weeks since Armand had appeared, and the longer stretches of time between interactions with the vampire made him nervous that maybe somehow he’d lost this game they were playing with the worst possible door prize: nothing at all.

Armand’s gaze fell on him and Daniel remembered with sudden horror how easily he could hear his thoughts. He swallowed and then took a swig of the beer that was in front of him, generously purchased by the hot guy he’d almost gotten back to his hotel room, with his taught muscles and strong hands. Daniel had pictured all of the things he wanted that man to do to him. He looked across the bar and saw he’d joined a couple in their booth. He wondered if they knew him or if he was merely seizing an opportunity. Maybe the three of them were going to have a very good night.

“I can get him back for you,” Armand said beside him.

Daniel jolted, pulse jumping. He turned to Armand, who’d dropped his arms and was now watching the man and his new companions with a predatory glint in his eye. Did Armand want to kill the man? What would that look like? He could picture the man in Armand’s arms as easily as his own, only it would be a different kind of swoon, a different ending. Heat shot through him down to his groin.

Armand wore a collared shirt that was too tight against his arms, doubtless stolen from someone he’d killed. He had muscles, too, clearly defined. He was strong, not just from immortality but from whatever mortal life he’d lived. And his hands were pale and dotted with glittering rings. Daniel could imagine those hands on his body, sliding up and down his torso.

Armand’s predatory amber eyes shifted to him. Daniel’s breath hitched. These kinds of thoughts were liable to get him killed. And yet he couldn’t help wondering how it would feel to have Armand’s fangs in his neck, his lips on his skin...

“Do you want him?” Armand asked.

Daniel swallowed uneasily again. He glanced back over at the man. And then at Armand, his auburn hair cropped short so it skimmed the tops of his pale ears and he looked slightly older, maybe even like he had a year or two on Daniel. Funny how he could alter his appearance and yet he was always one thing: fascinating.

“No,” Daniel said. “What are you doing here?”

Dumb question, of course. What was he ever doing but popping up to give Daniel a heart attack before vanishing again as Daniel ran, never staying in one place for more than couple of nights. He’d flown from Manila to Hawaii to Seattle, and then rented a car, which was brought him here, a bar in Idaho, where he’d felt lucky to encounter someone who was even into him.

Armand had great timing.

“The real question is what you’re doing here,” Armand said. “Why this place?”

Daniel shrugged. “A stop on the road. I figured I’d drive through Montana and then…” He stopped. Wasn’t the point of the game to elude Armand? Why he was about to give him his whole itinerary?

“And this bar?” Armand asked.

“I don’t know, it seemed more relaxed, less…” Sporty. More likely to be a place gay men would hang out, unlike some of their bars he’d passed with raucous crowds and sports games on the television. This was place was more high end, or as high end as it got around here. And he hadn’t been wrong.

Armand was watching him in that way he had, gaze penetrative, like he could see into his soul. Maybe he could. “You hoped to meet someone.”

Daniel sighed. “Yeah, well, a guy has needs.” He took another swig of his beer. An amber ale, slightly hoppy with hints of barley and honey.

“Such as?” Armand asked.

Daniel stared at him. He wasn’t seriously asking. He might be a vampire who was hundreds of years old but surely he’d known such things when he’d been mortal. “You know what I mean.” He pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, taking a deep drag until the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled. Armand continued to look at him expectantly.

“You know, needs. Don’t tell me I have to spell it out for you,” Daniel said.

In his periphery, he saw the guy he’d been hoping to spend the night with slide out of the booth and head for the door, followed closely by the couple. The guy gave him a little shrug as he passed. Sorry, man, it seemed to say. The three of them left the bar in a group and disappointed washed over him. He licked his lips.

“He’d prefer to have you,“ Armand said, his voice low. “He likes your eyes. You do have unusually alluring violet eyes.”

Daniel turned, heat flushing into his face. “Lucky me,” Daniel said sarcastically, tapping the ash off his cigarette.

“I can bring him back.”

Daniel snorted. “No thanks,” Daniel said. “Besides, then what you would do?”

He was joking, like he’d been joking about the jealousy, but the look on Armand’s face was thoughtful, curious. It sent another jolt through Daniel, hot and electric. What would he do? Watch? Was it was another thing he wanted to learn about humanity, how they tumbled together in the sheets?

And why the hell did he find that idea so enticing? The thought of those amber eyes on him as he moved with another, bodies entwined while the vampire studied them, made him shift uneasily on the bar stool, his hand shaking as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. He felt hot all over. He wanted to go back to his hotel room and take a cold, cold shower.

Armand’s eyes were still trained on him and he could almost feel him in his mind, reading his thoughts. “Is that something you’d be interested in? To see how mortals do it?” Daniel asked, trying to sound derisive, as if obviously it couldn’t be true. Surely it was beneath him.

“I would find it educational,” Armand said.

Daniel flushed harder. Educational! He had to make it sound as clinical and weird as possible and yet the thought of it made Daniel’s groin strain against his jeans. What the hell was wrong with him? This vampire was chasing him around the world and might decide to kill him for his own amusement and yet the thought of having him in the bedroom while he stripped naked and another man touched him was exhilarating! He wanted that. A lot. Maybe they could even skip the middleman. He could strip off Armand’s clothes and see just how muscular he was beneath it all.

Armand took the cigarette from his shaking hand and brought it to his own lips, which looked soft and capable of all kinds of things. He took a drag and handed it back to him before leaning close to whisper in his ear, breath surprisingly hot against his skin. “See, I have no reason to be jealous.”

Armand slid off the stool. Daniel faltered. “Where are you going?”

“To get your friend back,” Armand said.

Daniel wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but he quickly ordered a double shot of whiskey and downed it one go. Just in case.

#armand #daniel molloy #armand/daniel #the chase years #this is also hornier than i intended: the daniel molloy story #devil's minion #devil's minion era #the devil's minion #vc fanfic #first sentence game #vampire chronicles #vc #a/d #daniel/armand #my fic #ficlet

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wildbornsiren · 2 years

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Night at the Hard Deck || Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/F!Reader/Jake ‘Hangman” Seresin

Night at the Hard Deck. Summary: Bob gets a little possessive, and Jake gets more than he bargained for. 1,011 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship, partner sharing) Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), partner sharing, public sex. Notes: This is all the fault of the Creator Coven. I woke up and chose violence, so they’re having me share it with everyone else. Comments and sharing really make me happy, likes are welcome. Thank you so very much for reading. I appreciate it so much, it means the most. **Tag list is gone. Please follow and turn on notifs for @wbslibrary **

Friday night and the bar is packed you and Bobby showing up a bit later than intended having gotten ‘distracted’ while getting ready to go out for the night. Bob and Rooster are playing pool, Natasha is taking bets. “I hope Rooster knows that Bobby and Nat are in on this together.” You say to Jake when Bobby sinks two balls with one shot. Jake laughs and pats you on the shoulder as he goes to get another beer. You look up from your nearly empty drink, feeling the intensity of someone watching you.

Your stomach drops when you lock eyes with your boyfriend. Bob's jaw clenches, he hands his pool cue off to Natasha, and the subtle tilt of his head has you sliding off the barstool heading for the restrooms.

In the hallway Bobby pins you against the wall, leg between yours. "You're going to let him flirt with you, touch you when you've got my cum dripping from that tight little pussy?" He growls into your ear, and you bite your lower lip.

“You’re wound up.” You mutter, cheek pressed to the wall.

"I think you need a reminder of who has you darlin'" Bob says softly. "I should have you again. Right here. At this point I don't care who sees. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson about respect. Have you fall apart on my cock where anyone can see how needy you are for it." His fingers undo the button of your jeans, shoving his hand under the cloth roughly. You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips. Bobby rarely got this possessive, but when he did, it sparked something that you couldn’t help but poke at.

"Fuck darlin'" he groans, and you know you're in for it. He's swearing in public. "Clenching around nothing. So needy, so desperate. You want to be shown off like that?" He's rubbing at your clit, fingers expertly dragging needy sounds. You're trying to muffle your moans, your hand pressed against your mouth. Bob rocks his hips against your ass and a whine slips out. Grinding yourself on his hand, he chuckles softly.

"That's it." Low, raspy and deep. "You know who gets you like this. Silly girl. spread your legs more" He shoves your jeans down just enough, and you hear his belt buckle and zipper coming down. Your nails dig into the wall, both hands scrambling to find some sort of purchase to steady yourself when the blunt head of his cock slides between your folds and into you easily.

"That's my girl. Take it. Just like this." One hand covers your mouth, the other tight on your hip. He's fucking into you, the only thing you can hear is his grunts and the slapping of skin against skin. A silent prayer to whoever is listening that the jukebox keeps playing the classic rock and Rooster doesn't get the urge to unplug and play the piano. You whimper and move back against him, rocking your hips, meeting his thrusts. You know you’re drooling, and he doesn’t seem to care, especially when he presses himself deeper. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the sensation of being stuffed so full. He’s fucking his earlier load back into you, driving it back inside.

"Mine." Bobby growls again and you tighten around him. "Jake's looking for you. You want him to watch? See how needy and willing you are for my cock sweetheart? He wouldn't believe you otherwise. Not quite unassuming Bob." Someone clears their throat. It's masculine, and the chuckle that follows lets you know exactly who is watching Bob rail you in the hallway of the Hard Deck.

"You tightened up." Bob breathes into your ear. “You should see his face darlin’, he’s so fucking turned on. I don’t know who’s more fucked you or him.” His hips jerk slightly. "I'm close. Should I just fill you again, and let him lick it out? Have you cum like that? Or have you been good enough to come on my cock." You mouth words against his hand but can’t seem to find your voice. "How about it Jake? You wanna lick my girl clean? Have her come on your tongue? Mouth's gotta be good for something other than talking shit." Bob snaps his hips against you, pressing you tighter against the wall as he thrusts harder, chasing his own high. You moan, not caring that the sound spills out around Bob's hand. He's fucking into you ruthlessly.

"I do like to have a snack when I've been drinking. Pussy is always an option." Jake says. That low drawl slides down your back and Bob chuckles.

"Sweetest fucking pussy you'll ever taste." Bob nuzzles the side of your neck; you can feel him twitching inside of you. He comes with a groan that rumbles through his chest. "If he doesn't take care of you baby, I'll make it up to you." Whispered into your ear. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling.

"Lean forward," Jake says softly, dropping to his knees. He pulls your hips further off the wall. The first swipe of his tongue nearly has you climbing up said wall, but Bob's hand closes over yours, fingers lacing together. Jake groans as he eats your pussy, tongue working deep, fingers teasing at your clit. It's vulgar and lewd, the sound of his mouth as he licks every trace of Bob from you.

Pleasure slams into you, and you’re coming hard. Bobby’s grip on your hand tightens, as you shake against the wall. Jake continues to chase every bit of your release, groaning as he doubles down, the flat of his tongue curling and taking everything, you have to offer.

You’re slowly coming down when Jake gets to his feet, fixing your clothes. You turn, unsteady to watch him. He winks, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Smirk firmly in place, he traces Bob’s lower lip. “You’re right Bobby boy. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. You taste pretty sweet too.”

#Robert 'Bob' Floyd/reader/Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Robert 'Bob' Floyd/you/Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #shelly writes #Robert 'Bob' Floyd x you x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #smut #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction

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gregoftom · 7 months

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little saucy sugar baby/daddy tg idea

at this point greg has tom’s card just linked to some of his accounts online, and uses it mostly for work attire or home necessities as needed. one night he’s high and doing some online shopping and decides hey why not treat himself because his collection of sex toys is pretty barren since he moved here. so he finds a website that he likes and goes a little crazy, a couple of dildos, vibrators, condoms, flavored lube just to try it and maybe even a couple lingere sets. when he checks out he’s surprised to see a payment option already pop up because he hasn’t used this site before, but plenty of places just link together automatically now and it doesn’t think much of it and confirms his purchase. maybe next morning he remembers and is like wow that was a lot but looks forward to receiving it nonetheless.

of course it’s tom’s card. of course he keeps track of greg’s purchases and of course when he sees the company he spent a bunch of money at he checks just what he bought and his eyes bug out and he drops his phone and has a horny breakdown and most likely jerks off multiple times at the images now planted in his head.

the next work day tom calls greg into his office who thinks it’s just business but oh no tom is in one of his weird moods and starting out like “do you have something you would like to share with the class gregory? any squalid affairs in your near future, are you planning a classless orgy out with kendall’s nonstarter crowd?” and greg’s just ??? until tom slaps the receipt from greg’s shopping excursion down onto the desk because of course he was extra and printed it out. immediately greg starts flailing and is “i’m so sorry tom, you weren’t supposed to see that, it was a private purchase! i didn’t mean to abuse your financial generosity, i thought it was my account, can we just forget all this, i’ll pay you back i swear-“ keeps rambling

and maybe tom’s disappointed this wasn’t a grand gesture and greg didn’t actually intend for him to find out but he still can’t get those images out of his head. so he proposes: “sure, we can forget about this. if you’re willing to provide a demonstration.” and greg’s just stunned and blank faced until he gets the idea and goes beat red. “you’d really be interested in seeing that?” thinks tom must be fucking with him but it becomes obvious he’s dead serious.

“of course. i think it’s only fair i get to see you play with the toys i so graciously bought for you.”

cut to the package arriving later and greg trying one of the skimpy outfits on, texting tom a picture of himself in it “i’m ready to show off for you now” then tom breaks the sound barrier rushing over and they end up playing with a lot more than just the toys xx

bruhhhhhhh hhhh omg 🥵🥵🥵 thank you for my life that's. whew!!! TOM BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER RUSHING OVER JALSKAS I CANT BREATHE THIS BITCH GOING SONIC SPEED, SO TRUE

#tomgreg

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3rddimension · 6 months

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I still stand with my stance that Shoot Dood, should return to its rightful place on the Smoshcast (Smoshmouth). That being said, I enjoyed the new endcap they tried with Smart Mouth.

If Shoot Dood does return, I think it would be a sweet as hell way of announcing their relationship publicly. I think Department of Weird Sounds wrote this into a couple of their fics, it is so adorable🥰

Just imagine it, Courtney doesn't even have to be the guest, they could just read it off and have Courtney pop in or shout something from off camera in return.

In a dream scenario, I would have them do it like a radio show call in segment. Shayne goes into character like "ok caller you're live on Smoshmouth, SHOOT DOOD!"

Than you have Courtney start talking bout their mysterious relationship. They finish by saying, the main problem is they want to be more open about it on socials and such but are afraid of letting the cat out of the bag.

This is where Shayne drops the gimmick and starts talking openly about how he once was more guarded about these kinds of things. How he used to be tight lipped about sharing any private info regarding his dating life. He finishes by saying...

"but, that all changed when I met you Courtney"...

Selfishly, I would have no guest on, just Amand and Shayne, like that check in episode they did before. So this leaves an empty seat for Courtney to potentially pop in and stay for a while. Also I wouldn't have either of them tell Amanda so we could see her suprised look, think back to her finding out about FNAF🤭

Ok, sorry needed to do some setup, back to Shayne. He continues by saying,"I always thought I was bad at dating, because of how awkward I am or was. Hell we even had a show dedicated just for me to express that!"

"But, when I met you, I knew there was something special. I couldn't put my finger on it. Yet deep down, I knew I had just met one of my best friends in the whole world. Sorry Damien, if you're listening, your my male best friend" 😂

He continues,"We've been through so much together"👇

° The Defy shutdown/ Mythical purchase

° My Suprise graduation😏

° COVID

° Ian and Anthony buying back Smosh!

° The day you said... yes

This is where you can hear a muffled, teary eyed Courtney say, "Shayne? Are you sure?

He continues without hesitation👇

"Courtney I've never been more certain of anything in my life. That moment melted away any hesitation I had before.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been and I don't care who knows it!"

After hearing this, it brings a chorus of giddy chuckles from Amnda and Courtney. They both couldn't believe how open Shayne just was, but now there was no going back!

Courtney still a little caught off guard, but beaming with happiness says, "Wow Shania, I didn't think you'd go that far my guy, I thought you'd maybe ease into it?"

"Well guys you heard it here first! The will they won't they of Smosh is engaged!"

At this point the episode is running a little over and they have to wrap things up. But, before they go, both Shayne and Courtney acknowledge the fact that they are now public, but remind us fans that this doesn't mean they're going to smother us with coupley pics and the like. It just means that from time to time you'll see more couple esque pics on ig and maybe a slight dynamic shift in videos given their new status.

Before the day is over on Courtney's ig we get to see an up close pic of that mysterious ring. We finally get to see it the way it was intended, while it is being slightly cupped by Shayne's hand.

With a caption that reads...

After so long of trying to hide this, either by switching it to different fingers or by switching hands, I'm glad I can finally have it where I want it.

Thanks guys for being so supportive about all this, it means the world to us! Even if it means Shayne is now going to post nonstop photos of Bones, oh great here's one now!

Shayne posts a photo of himself, Bones, and Birdie with Courtney slightly in the background head turned, with a caption that reads...

First family portrait! ❤ to the moon and back babe!

TLDR - Sorry this was so long, I kind of got carried away! Maybe I can write fics, maybe oneshots is my jam? Who knows?

Morale of the story, bring back SHOOT DOODS!

✌

WOW. I think with some brushing up and grammar fixing then it would be finished as a oneshot tbh. Thanks for sharing! I would dieeeee if we got any picture of them with their cats. I can't wait until the day we get that in the future!

#shourtney fanfic

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WIP Wednesday

Hello, hello. Chapter 39 is coming along nicely. I'm about 13k into what's estimated to be probably a max 19k chapter (three scenes left to write), so it'll be a little bit shorter than average for this arc, but I'm trying to streamline some stuff since the last two chapters involve a lot of fight scenes and conflict and there's just no time for a lot of downtime, etc.

As such, here's two small scenes for a preview!

Mighty Nein Battle Tactic, code name Inclement Weather:

Primarily an ambush tactic for melee fighters, using the Ring of Obscuring or Marine Layer (or both for a thicker fog), the party hides within and signals their location with individual bird calls whenever someone gets within five feet of them. If the person close by doesn’t respond, then they are an enemy and dealt with accordingly.

Fjord never considered the psychological ramifications of trapping people in fog and startling them with bird calls until now, but maybe it was the just the audience. A bunch of kids with swords and a little bit of magic and something to prove rush into something like this, and suddenly they realize they’re in over their head and get scared. You would think this would inspire pity and you’d be right if they were not scared kids with swords and a little bit of magic. He was getting back exactly what he gave whenever someone wandered close to his section of the fog simply because his opponent was being too reckless.

They were children, but they were dangerous, and as much as it hurt him to fight lethally, he couldn’t see well enough to hold back even if his targets weren’t being completely erratic. Pragmatism won out, as it always did, and he took solace in the fact that he couldn’t see the bodies he was stepping over.

Someone came up on his left and he whistled his call and got back Beau’s as a response. He relaxed a bit.

“Inclement Weather, nice,” she said, casually- a bit too casually.

“What happened in there?” He shot back.

“I dunno, man. Why didn’t you catch the runner?”

Fair. He swallowed his pride and didn’t argue with her. He could hear Cree and Caduceus doing their calls from farther back and they both answered, their responses punctuated by the wet sound of a glaive being driven into someone’s intestines and twisting them like so much fucking pasta. Cree also wasn’t in the vicinity of fucking around with these people.

“Where’s Lucien?” Beau hissed, noting the absence of his call.

“Must still be fighting the arsehole who was watching us.”

“Must be a tough opponent if he’s still fighting.”

“Must be.”

☽

The blade in Eadwulf’s hands hummed like an Elven lullaby as he shook off Lucien’s blood curse. For fuck’s sake, he had hoped to have a few more rounds of it. Scowling, Lucien spun and danced and tried to land a hit, but now his opponent was playing for keeps and he wouldn’t allow a single thrust to land, leaving him constantly on the defensive, parrying the much larger blade to keep it from finding purchase.

Worthy opponent, his tail. It was only fun when he was winning.

“You’re slowing down,” Eadwulf grinned, managing to make even cheek look stoic. Was that disappointment in his eyes? Oh fuck that.

Vigor renewed, Lucien lunged like a demon in a furious dervish of spinning blades. Eadwulf’s defenses couldn’t hold against that kind of savagery. He faltered under the weight and dropped to one knee and Lucien, seeing that moment of vulnerability, trapped his neck between the two adamantine scimitars, panting and ready to take it as a prize.

His opponent looked at him with resignation, tinged with a sense of deep personal victory that this was how it would end, even if it wasn’t necessarily how he intended the fight to go. “I see why Bren is in love with you.”

Lucien startled. Bren… Bren… Who the fuck was Bren? Caleb?

A sense of abject fury rose so fast that the Beast was curious and supplied its own echo to the way he growled out, ”This whole time… You thought you were fighting Mollymauk?!”

#wip wednesday #cr fic #cr fanfic #you can't deny high noon

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I'm definitely happy to see Nemoto and Rappa no please

Can I get Rappa smut because I'm starving

(Made it home for just a second and guess who has to leave AGAIN tonight?! Anyway anon, I’m hoping this is enough to feed you since we all need some Rappa tonight. I know this for a fact! Speaking of starved, I think I got something that correlates to the title of this...)

~Dinner Time~

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“What the hell is that? Where’s the food?” He grumbles in confusion as nothing sits upon the dinner table except a lone can of whip cream, a small bowl of cherries, and chocolate syrup (or whatever flavor you dig, depending on reader). “What’s the big ideal? This some sort of joke, Y/N?” Earlier when you called him into the room to get dinner he’d assumed you made something along the lines of a good roast or maybe those burgers he loves so much. Imagine his surprise when he came into the kitchen to see this. He was so baffled by it all that he didn’t even take a second to observe your expression as your leaned against the fridge...

-In nothing but a robe.

-”Y/N? We having snacks tonight or somethin? Ice cream?” You lost your composure for a second and laughed before decided to help him figure it out. “No. I called you in here for dinner time so you could eat.” He still wasn’t getting it, but at least his eyes were glued to your form as you slowly walked over to the table. “Where’s the meal?” He asked shortly. “Right here.” You reply, dropping the robe and showing off your special little outfit you’d purchased from a high end store last weekend. “Cheesy shit...” He mumbled a weak insult at your attempt to seduce him. “Doesn’t seem like you believe your own words byt the way your cock looks right about now.” You quipped back at him, pointing to the obvious tent in his pants. He changes the subject. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what the hell is this all for? You want me to feed you or something?” You roll your eyes and lay yourself across the table, spraying the whip cream first somewhere easy like your upper thighs. “Come lick it off.” He smirked devilishly at that. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

-He began gently with you. It was out of character for him since usually he approached you in bed with everything all at once. This time around he was careful with you, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table before kneeling down and putting them over his shoulders. He slowly dotted your thighs with the tip of his tongue as he tried to get a taste for the whipped cream to get started. Once he figured it was a good flavor, he pressed the flat of his tongue against your skin and lapped up every bit of the cream as though he was a man starved. “Tastes good. Add more.” He demanded. If you took too long then he’s nip at your sensitive skin as a warning.

-The longer this foreplay drawn out, the more into it he was becoming. What started with a small dribble of whip cream on your legs ended with him covering you in the sweets. Cream along your thighs and tummy, the middle of your chest and nipples as well. Then cherries doting the nipples and belly button. He’s taken to drizzling the syrup in your most intimate spaces below. Kendo took his time licking up every single bit, spending extra time to tease your nipples until you were sore and begging him to move on. Once he saw fit, he ate the cherries present and worked his way down to his favorite spot on your body. He usually rushed but tonight he was taking his time with you despite being painfully hard himself. He took care of you, squeezing every single gasp, groan, and moan out of you that he could. He pinched at your sides, signaling you to cum in his mouth for him and your certainly didn’t complain.

-By the time it was over with, you were much stickier than you intended to be. “I’m gonna hit the shower real quick.” You told him as you finished cleaning the mess from the kitchen table. “What about me?” He complained, pointing down at his still apparent boner begging to be set free from its fabric confines. You smirked at him and kissed the tip on his nose. “I didn’t say I wanted the shower to be alone, did I?”

#Smut #minors dni #minor dni #rappa kendo #rappa kendou #rappa x reader #shie hassaikai #Headcanon

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running toward nothing (part nine)

Summary: Hotch is injured in an explosion while on overseas assignment, putting Derek in a difficult position both with the team and with Spencer who has spent the last few months inadvertently falling in love with him. (Set around 07x01 - It Takes a Village but canon divergent by a lot.)

Warnings: a lot of sex with a big ol' cliffhanger at the end...briefly explicit

Words: 2.5k

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan established

Notes: This is for @tobias-hankel’ s Spencer Whump Challenge. My assigned prompts to do my evil with were Derek Morgan & Betrayal. Anyone want a brief reprieve from the shit show? How about Hotch & Morgan remember how much they love eachother? If you would rather skip the sex, find your way to the end and ignore the rest. I know that isn't everyone's jam. We're almost there! We have one, MAYBE two left depending on how badly I can fuck it up with that cliffhanger huh!

CHAPTER LIST

Read on AO3: Running Toward Nothing

Their breakfast table became no more than a memory. A time capsule. Derek swallowed his bite and dropped his fork, confused and unwilling to take even a moment to contemplate what his answer should be. He helped Hotch to his feet eagerly, trying not to pull him too fast or too hard in his excitement. They did leave his cane behind accidentally, leaning right there against his chair. A first. By the time they realized it, Hotch was gripping Derek’s arm with a reassuring look that said they were just fine. Derek was all the support he needed. The entire house was empty, Jessica was at work and Sean was out doing some much-needed grocery shopping. With Jack at school...they had no worries, the place to themselves, nothing but time. Like frisky teenagers, they hurried toward the bedroom as fast as Hotch’s bum leg would carry him.

It took every ounce of self control that Derek possessed not to hook his thumb into Hotch’s waistband to yank him close. It was going to take a lot of restraint to remember that he had to be gentle and that didn’t come naturally, not here. His hands hovered dangerously, reverently over the curve of Hotch's hips, his favorite place to hold and tug and dig in; instead he slid them up over ribs and chest until they found purchase on his shoulders. More awkward than a middle school formal dance, his back ramrod straight and waiting. Hotch groaned. He was standing more or less on one leg, but that didn't mean Derek couldn't touch his damn hips, so he grabbed those timid hands and shoved them back down to where they belonged, settling them against his hips.

“It doesn't hurt...not like that...” Hotch whispered reassuringly. And even if it did, you better believe he wasn't going to say one single fucking word about it. He was going to bite into his lip and suck it up and deal with it later. Derek couldn’t do anything that some sleep and his trusty heating pad couldn’t fix. For now, before Derek could protest or ask questions, he kissed him and reminded him why they were there. It took Derek a minute to catch up. Moving at a snail’s pace was throwing him for a loop.

But Hotch kissed him hard, maybe harder than he'd intended, and Derek winced as his split lip opened back up. They both tasted the metallic tang of blood. Hotch let up, just a little, and when Derek stopped to press his knuckles to his lip to try and stop the blood he took that as his opportunity to ask the question that had been plaguing him since they were at the table.

Since he reluctantly swallowed his bite of eggs without somehow choking.

“So…how do we...” he started, but couldn't find the words to finish before Hotch's face broke out in a smile. A real one. The kind that took his frown and erased all the worry into something light and airy, more than a little mischievous. This was where he really showed off how full of surprises he could be, by letting Derek know he'd been thinking about it too. Not just at the table, but longer...it went further back than Spencer and his damn roving hands.

“Well, I have a very fancy printout.” He slipped out of Derek's embrace and limped to the nightstand, well it started as a limp but ended up as more of an awkward hop as he closed the distance. Probably enough of a hop to give Derek some pause and make him wonder if they really should be doing this. He hoped not. It was really nothing, just faster if he didn't have to try and focus on real steps. He could do that in physical therapy every day, right now he had more pressing things at hand. He rifled around in the top drawer until he found a little color pamphlet and held it up almost triumphantly. Derek's surprised laughter was bright and easy.

“You talked to your doctor? You're so fucking lame...” But he took the pamphlet greedily and Hotch watched with sparks in his eyes while the contents were being scanned. He’d be lucky if Derek still wanted it after this.

“Pick one. Or two.”

The room was silent while Derek studied the positions and read the instructions a little too carefully, because unlike Reid he had to actually work to commit things to memory. It was like being transported back to sex-ed in highschool. Up next, how to use a condom, does everyone have their banana? Except this was not a highschool classroom and he had to look at these adorable little diagrams with their stitched up cartoon hips and choose one to attempt with a man he wanted to throw against the wall and...

“Which one?” Hotch asked impatiently.

“That's a surprise.”

“Derek...” Hotch whined, shifting until all of his weight rested on his good leg. He wasn't having a bad day, the pain was there but it wasn't screaming and he was hopeful. This would be good, it would work. It had to. There was an air of desperation in the way he gripped Derek’s biceps, held him close...he'd lost Haley, he couldn't lose Derek too. His heart simply couldn't take another loss because he'd failed to do what was needed of him as a partner.

“I'll be gentle,” Derek promised, as if anyone had asked, before slipping Hotch's shirt up over his head. “Do you trust me?”

Hotch nodded. Everything in Derek screamed out in agony at that, every ounce of guilt boiling back to the surface. The turn of events was shocking, and the outcome more shocking yet. He kept waiting for the floor to open and swallow him up.

Except it didn't.

Hotch shivered when Derek slid a hand through his messy hair, too long and all silver sparkled cowlicks since he'd been back on US soil. In bad need of a trim, but then he also needed a shave. He hadn’t heard any complaints, and grooming was low on his list of things he deemed worthy of his few minutes a day where he felt good or had the energy. Today, that energy was going to be spent here. His voice, husky and thick with something deeper than desire, barely broke through Hotch's anticipation. “Are you sure? We can wait…you don’t have to do this because of…”

“Please shut up,” Hotch whined before nodding. “Yes I’m sure.”

Derek gave Hotch's hair a careful tug, humming and tipping his head back just far enough to kiss him. No more talking.

Four months, Derek thought hungrily, his mouth already on course to devour his prey. Four months and what he'd really like to do...well he couldn't do it that way, not for a while yet. They would have to move slowly.

Derek hated slow.

But slow is where they are, so slow is what he does. Hotch's body was achy and tired, not surprising given the circumstances, but it took him a minute to get really warmed up. He felt better than he had in days really so he let Derek shift him and position him while he did his best to follow along and remember how this dance went. His head was still a quicksand filled minefield of missing memories. It was improving, or at least he could hide his confusion better now. Derek's hands were gentle, but as Hotch's skin lit up in tiny flames beneath Derek’s palms, he no longer wanted gentle...memories were filling in those gaps, memories of anything but gentle and he really probably wasn't ready for what those memories were whispering (and then yelling) but he needed it.

Those tiny flames were becoming a bonfire.

“Dammit Derek,” he gasped, pulling Derek into his lap and kissing him hard. Too hard, again, forgetting entirely about Derek's lip. He wasn't sure how he lived without this for so long, how he thought he could go without it for even longer. “I'm not going to break.”

“You might,” Derek warned, but he was grinning into the blistering kiss. Grinning like a maniac because this was his Hotch. It had taken months of watching him wander confused and in pain to get here, but they were here now.

“Then break me,” was all Hotch had to say before he was a trembling mess of wounded animal sounds under Derek's rough touch. And no, maybe he didn’t exactly mean that, but he almost did. If Derek smiled and roughed him up a little, if he ended up in pain at the end, he wouldn’t have any regrets. By the time Derek was on top of him, shifting and carefully placing a pillow between his knees (an act that, as sweet as it was, he was trying intensely to forget because god it made him feel fragile…) Hotch was more than ready. He was practically vibrating.

At first it was only kisses, and Derek thought that was really enough, his body was so ready to explode over the ease with which Hotch's mouth opened for him. He fell in so deep and so fast there was no hope for return. Biting into his lip, he trailed his finger down Hotch's jaw, to his adams apple, to his exposed collar bone. He hadn't really looked at the new scars, singed skin both puckered and slick, hadn't looked at what the explosion had done to Foyet's tangle of marks and as he blazed a trail of kisses he realized he didn’t care. Hotch was Hotch, he was covered in scars Derek might never know or understand, and they could shapeshift and never really change. He was a magician's canvas, destined to display paintings by various artists for his entire life. Derek just wished he could have gotten there first, really. He would have left it untouched.

“Are you sure?” he asked, stopping and derailing them again because he simply wasn't sure this was okay. No matter how badly he wanted it. It was almost unsettling how vulnerable Hotch was right now, and Derek's fingers trembled while he maneuvered a body he knew so well and suddenly hardly at all. If Hotch was only doing this because of Spencer, he didn’t think he could ever forgive himself.

“Dammit Derek…” Hotch groaned, lost somewhere deep in violent swirls and dizzying lights. He was happy, he knew that. He wasn't pretending, and what little apprehension he had was quelled by the warm tendrils of the Percocet he'd taken with breakfast. Derek sighed and nodded, sliding slowly on top of Hotch, slicked with sweat and excited goosebumps, their bodies exposed and pressed together. He slid his hand around Hotch's hip to his front, stroked him, held tight and felt his erection grow thick and hard in his hand. He kissed the back of Hotch's neck, up and down, from his ear to his shoulder, lips dancing over electric skin and he whispered sweet and silky words of adoration. He kept stalling, Hotch could tell and it was frustrating in good and bad ways but he was about at his limit, nearly ready to do something very stupid.

“Derek,” Hotch moaned into the pillow, pressing his face there. His skin was flushed, hot, and he was floating. “I'm okay....you can...” but he didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Derek was letting his hand move again, he wouldn't finish Hotch off first. The bastard left him hanging and smiled against the sweaty skin on his neck and moved on.

“Slow your roll, cowboy,” Derek whispered back, his voice husky and deep. He was teasing and Hotch hated being teased. “No fuckin’ way we’re rushing this. If I’ve gotta be gentle, then I’m gonna enjoy every minute. We go slow.”

Hotch couldn't blame him there as badly as he wanted to. As much as every nerve ending sparked against that logic and told him to just fucking move. He relaxed under Derek's touch and when Derek was inside of him and his hips were moving, doing this little press and scoop that drove him crazy, Hotch finally found his way to letting the world go.

When they finished, Derek finally gripped Hotch's hip now out of sheer stubborn will...he wouldn't let him thrust or twist or move, he was holding him firmly in place. (The pamphlet was pretty clear about that one, he remembered. He’d probably broken a few rules here and there but that one stuck.) Hotch felt the pulse of Derek inside of him, quick, throbbing and warm. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the bed breathing heavily. He hadn’t done much, in the grand scheme of things, but he was completely spent. He could sleep for a week with muscles made of honey and bones of lead.

“I love you so damn much,” Derek whispered into Hotch’s ear and was met with a low hum of approval.

Beneath the sheets, they tangled together all sweaty limbs and slowing hearts and deep deep breaths. Some slow and creeping pettiness was tickling Hotch's tongue and he longed to say something about Spencer, something scathing that would for sure ruin the moment so he bit it back and swallowed the sour taste of it. He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t ever say it, he had a way of holding onto things, but for now…he was content to let it slip away.

(x)

“Aaron!”

It was Jessica, her voice frantic and loud, carrying through the house. Derek froze when he saw her enter their bedroom, one hand flying to shield her eyes from the sight of them tangled and mostly asleep in a nest of crumpled sheets. “God, cover yourselves up...”

“This is our room, lady,” Derek mumbled, sleepy and tugging the blankets up over them anyway. He blinked slowly, forcing his eyes to focus while Hotch still slept against his chest. The drugs kept him warm in their embrace, stopping him from waking quickly. Derek hadn’t ever completely fallen asleep, at least he didn’t think so, but now he was wondering.

“What is it Jess?” Hotch’s voice was raspy and lazy, syllables sliding one into the other, slurring through lips that didn’t really want to work. The confusion was always worse when he woke, but he didn’t feel too foggy, just exhausted. Good exhausted, really.

It was only good because he couldn’t see the panic in her eyes.

“AUGH! Fucking…dammit you guys. The school's been trying to reach you idiots for an hour, they finally called me and I had to leave work...Jack never showed up.”

That woke Hotch up. Quickly. He sat himself upright, must too fast, and winced at the sudden bolt of pain that rocketed from his hip down to his knee. One hand flew to his thigh, massaged the cramping muscle while he tried to sort out what she’d said again…the words weren’t making sense, but he wasn’t sure if that was his quicksand brain or not.

“He what?” His voice was stretched thin over the bulge of the pain, but he pieced together what he could of what she’d said and it still didn’t really make any sense. “Spencer picked him up, they left...”

“Fuck.” It was Derek’s turn to join in while he listened intently to a voicemail left by the admitting desk at St. Sebastian Hospital. “Fuck.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jessica brooks #criminal minds #hotchgan #mortch #fanfiction #may 2022 whump spencer reid challenge

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The Backstory Arc, Part 3

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More context crumbs: A couple weeks after Part 2, the party is gearing up for their next mission. They've secured passage on a ship to head across the map to the far north, where they intend to search for Krumgus' missing parents. Ash and Uma have parted ways, and Evius has entrusted his parents with his son. (I hope Evius doesn't seem like a tool; he's just had to make a lot of tough decisions, and some of that nuance is lost once the story is written down.)

CW: violence (i'd call it mild), mind control magic, blood

As they board the ship, Evius removes his disguise ring, and something catches Ash’s eye. He stops Evius in his tracks, gingerly lifting his arm by the wrist to inspect the new black lines on his skin.

"Do you . . . do you have stripes now, Evvy?" A tiny flicker of panic pops in his brain. "Mine aren’t contagious, are they? I knew I should've covered my sneeze like Kane said . . . "

Evius tenses for a moment at the unexpected touch, chuckling as he relaxes once more. "It's nothing like that, darling. It's a magic tattoo I purchased when we first got into town. They're a bit rare, so it took some time to get made. It's supposed to help protect me from harm a little." He pulls the front of his shirt down just enough to reveal the image of an eye over his heart, from which erupted a web of black lines.

"So it's like . . . magic armor? How do you know if it works? Have you tried it out yet?" As he inspects the eye on Evius' chest, he’s split between curiosity about new, fancy magic and concern for Evvy's safety—and, perhaps, a twinge of yearning at Evius’ exposed skin.

Knitting his brows together, Evius crosses his arms in thought. "You know, that's a very good point, Ash.” He smirks, bumping Ash up the deck with his hip. “My, you're sure coming into those smarts. I hadn’t actually given that much thought yet. I'd hate to hop into a life or death situation without knowing it works. Maybe . . . ” His pointy grin grows into a conspiratorial gleam. “You could help me find out?"

A streak of feral energy ripples through Ash; it’s been so long since he’s had a chance to roughhouse with anyone. And, being in the city, he and Evius haven’t even had a play-hunt in months. "Does that mean we can spar?" His fangs glimmer with saliva at the thought of a good fight. However, he blinks away some of the crazy and composes himself. "There would have to be ground rules, of course. I don't want you getting hurt . . . or to have an unfair advantage." He pouts, knowing Evius' magic is immensely stronger than his own meager spells.

"Oh, don't worry—I'm rather limited here on the ship,” Evius assures him, though Ash remains doubtful. “I can't use anything seriously destructive. No Eldritch Blasts or Firebolts. Tell you what, I'll even hold off on Rays of Frost out of an abundance of caution. However, all my other spells are on the table, deal?" As he lays out his offer, he coils his tail around Ash and winks.

Ash thinks for a second, ignoring the goosebumps rising up his spine. "No flying, either,” he sulks. “It's not fair if you're not on the ground. Same rules as always?”

Evius kicks off his shoes and drops his bag before taking off towards the rear of the ship, tearing his shirt over his head and yelling back towards the half-tiger, "You're on, big man!"

Ash carefully unclasps his cloak and sets it down with the rest of his stuff before rushing after Evius. But, seeing Evius’ slender frame chase away from him, his gut twists anxiously. Is this a bad idea?

At the back of the ship, the two clear some space among barrels and crates of supplies. An awkward energy hangs in the air. Ash doesn't want to be the one to strike first—how could he? This is Evius, after all. As much as he's dying to fight, he and Evius have never had a genuine sparring match like this; he’s always held back. He knows Evius is strong and capable, but . . . he can’t imagine hurting someone he cares about like that.

"It's a lot like dancing, isn't it?" Evius offers with a wry smile upon seeing Ash’s hesitance. He produces a dagger from his hip, juggles it with a flourish, and throws it at Ash.

The knife zips through the air and slices Ash's shoulder before sticking into a crate behind him.

"I'm always the one to lead."

"Shit!" Ash double-takes between the blood dribbling from the slice in his arm and Evius' smirk. "Okay, I guess it's my turn then," he chuckles, a small flush of embarrassment coloring his face.

He rushes toward Evius, aiming to just get one not-too-painful hit in. His fist whiffs past Evius on his first attempt, confused as Evius nimbly swerves out of the way. But as they circle, he tries again—success!

His shoulder collides with Evius' torso, briefly lifting him off the ground. The tiefling slithers out of his grip though, leaving the two still facing off, equally matched.

"You're quicker than I remember," Ash huffs, a little out of breath.

Evius coughs, winded a little from the collision, but otherwise fine. "That all you got, kitty cat? I've taken worse hits from Nalia. Or is it that you can't bring yourself to hurt me?" He taunts, lacing his words with Vicious Mockery.

He lunges forward to slice at Ash with his second dagger, but he is thrown off by Ash's befuddled expression and loses his balance—missing his target and falling prone.

Ash offers a hand to him, pulling him easily to his feet.

"Of course I don't want to hurt you, dummy!" He takes a step back, his brow crinkling in confusion from the spell. He can feel the surge of his rage just starting to bubble up, but he tamps it down for now. Gotta stay cool. Can't get too out of control.

Planting his feet, he gestures for Evius to try again to hit him. It's only fair to let him try again.

"Come on. I can do this all day!"

After dusting himself off and recovering from his embarrassment, Evius chuckles and flicks him on the nose. "You're awfully cute when you're being chivalrous, but don't forget the point of this exercise."

He backflips away from Ash and, as he lands in a nimble crouch, his eyes flash with indigo light. "Come at me with all you've got."

The suggestion crawls through Ash's mind, latching on firmly. Initially, he's a bit confused: With all I've got? What does that mean? But, almost against his will, his muscles flex and bulge, readying for an attack.

"All I've got, Evvy?"

Ash charges, swiping Evius in the ribs with the staff of his spear. He snarls in Evius' face, leaning in nose-to-nose. He's quickly losing his composure, and he can feel the rage almost surfacing.

Evius stumbles back and grunts with the impact of the spear. Through the haze of his foggy mind, Ash can see the panic beginning to rise in Evius. Still, he can’t press the energy down any further—sooner rather than later, it’s going to spill over.

Shouting another spell in Infernal, Evius spins away from Ash, and a silvery mist surrounds him. When the mist dissipates, he is no longer in front of Ash, but up in the rigging, leaning against the wooden mast with his arms folded.

"Hey!” Ash snarls. “I said no flying!" A trail of lightning wraps around Evius' waist, yanking him down to the deck, coming to a stop arms’ length from Ash.

At that, the kettle boils over, and Ash begins to rage. It's not a purely anger-driven rage, but an explosion of emotions he's been stuffing away for who knows how long—anger, fear, frustration, desperation—

"You want all I've got? I'll show you all I've got!" he roars.

Pulled from his perch, Evius is startled but quickly regains his composure. He lands cat-like on the deck and responds, "That wasn't flying, my sweet boy. That was teleporting. Technically within the rules, but I should think you are beyond semantics at the moment."

With a roar, Ash snatches Evius off the ground, a firm grip holding his legs while his chest dangles on Ash's back. Spying a nearby crate, Ash reels back and slams Evius onto it.

Looming over him, the sound of his own pulse thumps in Ash’s ears, but the smell of blood and sweat scintillates his feral brain.

Using Ash’s momentum against him, Evius kicks out and shoves Ash away. He leaps to his feet, crouching with his dagger brandished before him.

Ash deftly recovers, tumbling backwards and landing in a similar prowling lunge.

He pounces forward, his hulking frame smashing into Evius. With one hand, he slams the hand holding the dagger into the deck, forcing him to drop the knife. With the other, he engulfs Evius' throat.

Completely out of control now, he squeezes the sides of his throat, his claws starting to dig in. Whatever reservations he once had about hurting Evius, he can’t remember them now.

Evius grips Ash's wrist with his free hand and croaks out through gritted teeth, "That's really all you've got?"

A growl ripples through Ash's body and slithers out of his gnashed teeth. He presses harder, his claws now firmly sinking into the tender copper skin of Evius' neck.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he hisses.

Beneath him, Evius’ lips grow pale. His sputtering breaths come more and more frantically, until Ash can barely hear them at all. His eyelids flutter over his now-dulling golden eyes, his wispy white lashes beading with panicked tears.

His hand drops. With his little remaining breath, he weakly calls out, “Ash . . . “

As the spell loosens its grip on Ash's mind, the fog of rage also lifts. He can think clearly again, and that allows him to clearly process what's in front of him. His hand, fiercely crushing Evius' throat, and Evius with a glassy-eyed plea beneath him.

As if touching an electric current, Ash jolts backwards, snatching his hands away from Evius' neck. He sits back on the deck, his face contorted in horror. Hot tears stream unrelentingly down his face, and he covers his mouth in anguish.

"Did I—?" he squeaks through his fingers. "H-how . . . Evvy . . . I'm so sorry!"

Gasping and coughing as he sucks in air, Evius shakes his head and sputters out, "No, no—Ash . . . It’s not, not your fault." He hefts himself to his knees and catches his breath.

Once his body has settled again, he scoots closer to Ash, reaching out to hold his panicked face. "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm perfectly fine, I promise,” he soothes. “I'm alright, you're alright. Everything is okay. It was my spell that pushed you so far. I think we can safely say the tattoo works, though.”

The driving pull Ash had been feeling the whole fight finally started to make sense. But even so, to know he’s capable of something so terrifying—it rattled Ash. He could see the bruises he left and the drips of blood along Evius’ throat. It nauseated him.

“You used a spell on me? And it . . . it made me do that?” He gestures to the claw marks and bruises, afraid to actually touch them with his fingers. He looks up to Evius with pleading eyes. “Why? I . . . I could’ve—“ he clamps his hand back over his mouth, too horrified to finish that thought.

"There was never any real danger,” Evius assures him. “If I lost consciousness or if you took any damage, the spell would end. You couldn't have killed me, no matter how far it went." Evius chuckles breathily, continuing, "Besides, I wanted to give you a chance to stretch your legs a bit. You've not been able to let loose in. . . well . . . a while. And I did want to know if the barrier tattoo was effective."

“So you commanded me to try to murder you?” The horror begins to subside knowing that the stakes weren’t quite so high, but the hurt remains. “Evvy . . . what the hell were you thinking?! Even if you just passed out, that’s still . . . Ugh!” He groans in frustration, unable to even articulate how baffled he is. Evius has made stupid, impulsive decisions before, but this is a new level.

He takes a couple deep breaths to steady himself, but as he does so, he notices Evius’ expression begin to glaze over. It’s clear to him that Evius is beginning to check out mentally, running away from his feelings as he usually does. But then . . . he’s gotta be scared too, right? Ash realizes. And in pain . . .

Shaking off his residual anger, Ash gets to his feet, gently pulling Evius up with him. “C’mon, you’re hurt. You need to rest.”

Wordlessly, Evius cloaks himself in a veil of invisibility, shaking off Ash's hand in the process.

Ash frowns. “ . . . I know you’re there, Evvy. Just let me help you.” He searches for the faint blue outline he was taught to identify, quickly spotting the slender blur a few paces away. “Please.”

Without waiting for a response, he scoops up the outline of Evius, feeling the invisible weight falling into his arms. He hears a faint “ow” from his chest, and his heart aches with guilt.

"What happens now?" Evius murmurs, as if only to himself.

Ash laughs in spite of his frustration, surprised that Evius said anything at all.

“Well, I’m gonna take you to your room, and make sure you rest and heal.” He ponders for a second, then continues, “I think it's also time we talked about a few things . . . ”

Where there had appeared to be nothing in Ash's arms, there was now a disheveled and bruised Evius. He lets his head relax into Ash's chest, Ash's pounding heartbeat thudding in his ear. His cheeks dimple into a resigned smile.

"Yeah, I think so too."

#tw blood #the caged tiger #ash and evius #writeblr #writing #is this whump?#hurt/comfort #maybe?#dnd fanfiction #this one is taken from a text rp with evius' player #and heavily adapted/edited #so there might be some weirdness #rublewriting

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A Long Lost Tragedy #2: Errands and Insights

Dates: 2-9-27-5 to 2-10-23-5

A Small Errand

I woke up first this morning, as usual. Korragos snored a bit, but good grief Lady Remorse snores loud. She was in a room across the hall from us and I could still hear her sawing wood. Thankfully I slept through it all. Eventually Orxeos and Lluvia got up and we all headed downstairs. Korragos and Lady Remorse remained asleep.

We got downstairs and I fixed us a quick breakfast of porridge. Nothing fancy but it filled us up. Elyre was already up, and introduced us to his daughter, Eldaerenth. As we ate, I discussed the dream I had with Orxeos and Lluvia. Orxeos suggested that I should probably get it interpreted. I agree, being that with how weird things have been getting, it could mean any number of things. More unnervingly still, I realized that I now have a fire lily in my backpack, something I do not recall having picked up at any point. If that isn’t a sign telling me to get this dream interpreted, I don’t know what is. Orxeos also mentioned that we should probably figure out whatever that strange shard is, in case it's something we probably shouldn't be holding onto so closely, it might be dangerous.

Lluvia suddenly accidentally broke her plate, a clean split straight down the middle. I do not know how she managed to do that, but thankfully Elyre told us not to sweat over it, and Eldaerenth helped me clean up the mess. Sadly my skills are not enough to repair ceramics like that, plus any result would likely not look good.

Korragos woke up next, and joined us for breakfast sitting down next to me. I told him about my dream, in hopes that maybe someone religious like him might have some insight about the imagery I saw in my dreams. He is as stumped as I am, but he agrees that we should probably get it checked out. Lady Remorse woke up last, and seemingly fell down the stairs as she came down. She was unharmed, thankfully.

Elyre asked a favor of us. He was working on a robe that was intended for some child, but had sewn one of the parts on the wrong way. It was still usable, but he did not want to sell a flawed product to his client. He asked us to take it to the market and sell it, saying we could keep whatever we earned from the sale, but advised that we do not go into the deeper markets.

Thankfully, Orxeos knew the way to the markets and we got there fairly quickly. And he provided an ID (albeit a significantly outdated one) to Olvel (the shopkeeper we were told to find), and she was more than happy to accept. We sold off the robe, and I traded out my old short sword with something a bit more powerful, a bastard sword. I sold off the gold necklace I found the other day, and bought an everburning torch. I also bought a piece of smoked cheese from the cheese vendor for Orxeos’ rat, and it seemed to enjoy it.

Through talking with Olvel, she told us a few things of interest. One is that she would drop prices for us if we ever had some gossip to share (which I know I could probably get a pretty big discount on my purchases with, being all the things that I have dealt with in my past), and two is that the anthragata merchant nearby, Margaux, may have some idea of what the shard is, or at least know of someone who could help. We went and asked Margaux, and she surprised us with her answer. While she did not know firsthand, she imagined that Remember, the ironically forgetful lady who works at the church, might be able to be of assistance. As it turns out, as a prophet, her scattery nature is likely from her opening her mind a little too much. What good knowledge she has been able to receive has had the price on her mind, a noble sacrifice indeed. The others bought some salmon and shrimp from her, and we headed home towards Severtempt.

Seeking Remember’s Insight

As we traveled, I talked to Lady Remorse about my dream, and she said she will try and interpret it, as apparently that is one of her expertises. Hopefully whatever it means, it's a good thing. We eventually got back to Severtempt, and stopped by the Inn to let Tektel know that the job was done. He said he appreciated my honesty, hard work, and speed. Apparently it's hard to find people who don't drag their feet or try to swindle him out of more money than he owes them. That warms my heart to hear, I am glad I could be of assistance. The others dropped the salmon and shrimp they bought off with Mesphelor, who said that while he hasn’t cooked shrimp in a while, he could definitely make something nice with them tomorrow.

We headed off to the church to find Remember. We found her watering the plants, apparently my watering system is broken? I didn’t notice anything right then and there but I will need to take a look at it later. We showed her the shard, and she claimed to feel a sort of draw to it, like it was familiar. She wanted to take it somewhere to inspect it further, but Orxeos jumped a bit and seemed insistent on not leaving the shard unattended. Remember advised us that when she meditates, it has the odd effect of putting anyone too close to her completely asleep. We then proposed that in case anything bad happens, we could be standing by at a distance, which she agreed to.

We entered the Elden Temple. We stayed on the outer perimeter whilst Remember and Orxeos went towards the center. The temple is beautiful, might I add. As Remember began to focus, Orxeos seemed unphased by the alleged sleep-inducing effects. Remember radiated with multi-colored magic, and produced three ethereal forms, a pink one of herself, a blue one of a woman named Aliana, and a yellow one of a woman named Nefeli. Asking for their help, they then re-converged upon her, occupying the same space as her, like drawings made on separate pages overlapping each other. We were then granted a shared vision.

In a void, another woman sat before Remember. Bewildered at first, she questioned if any of this was real, Remember confirmed it was. The woman introduced herself as Systrofi, a prophet. She explained that as prophets of the Anthromystir, they were able to warn people when there is something wrong in the planes. Systrofi was the prophet of the mortal plane, the one in which we all reside. She had a specific name for it but I do not recall it as of the time of writing. Our confusion over the Anthromystir at first seemed to concern her, as she does not recall how long she has been in this state, but she has a vague idea of how she came into it. She believes it was a betrayal, not just of her, but of many other prophets like her, but claims that she cannot imagine any reason why someone would betray them other than spite or other ill emotions. She said that something bad would happen soon, assuming that she has been unable to communicate the problems with the planes for who knows how long, and she needs to be made whole again.

She says that, including this shard, there are two other fragments of her out in the world, but only this one can be communicated with. She believes that the next one is in Hellsgate’s main volcano, as dramatic as it may sound. She begged Remember to not forget about her, and Remember promised that she wouldn’t forget, and shook her hand. Systrofi noted that whilst she previously felt like she was fading away, the magical presence of the temple seemed to have halted it, manifesting in a physical (or seemingly physical) form briefly, and wished to remain at the temple. She then faded from view, but her presence was still there. Orxeos then placed the shard, which had now stopped glowing, in the middle of the grooves in the tiles in the center of the temple, and covered it in a bit of moss to ensure it stayed put.

Lluvia seemed somewhat distressed at the thought of going to Hellsgate, but when asked, she insisted that it was all fine. Lluvia is not good at hiding her discomfort, I know something is wrong, but I will let her open up about it when she feels ready to talk, I will not force her.

Things are getting stranger by the day, and these circumstances seem very dire. Saving the mortal plane from a potential calamity sounds like a tall order, but I will certainly try my hardest to make sure everything is as it should be. We will likely be headed to Hellsgate soon, so I better prepare accordingly.

#A Long Lost Tragedy #A Long Lost Tragedy Journal

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please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao. this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story.

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason.

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted.

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun.

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay?

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he?

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest.

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?”

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade.

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves.

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected.

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again.

it’s during his third year that he meets you.

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place during your exam week.

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly.

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter.

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.”

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance.

except you don’t.

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.”

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours.

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually.

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger.

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied.

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you.

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3

#matsukawa smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

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atticuswritesstuff · 3 years

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Chrollo with a smarty pants/genius darling who acts out or tries to escape just because they’re bored/understimulated?

Author's note: I actually really fucking love this prompt so I am SUPER excited for this one. I too get very bored/understimulated often. Sorry, I got to it late cuz I just got back from a Montana trip!

Yandere!Chrollo x Bored!Reader

Summary: Chrollo's darling becomes bored being locked up all the time, decides to take yet another unsupervised trip out of the mansion.

Warnings: Anal/Assplay, overstimulation, punishment, spanking, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, yandere themes, BDSM themes, degradation

Character Description: afab, she/her use that's it

Word count: 4.5k

Attempt number seven. Seven times you had slipped through his fingers since the beginning of the year alone, each time becoming more and more elaborate.

Chrollo scoffed, storming through the woods, scanner in hand. It was beeping softly, indicating you weren't far.

It wasn't like you made any attempt to escape discreetly, jamming a fork into the neck of one of Chrollo's guards, puncturing his jugular before you made your way through the garden to the edge of the forest. As Chrollo watched a recording of it from the cameras, he was shocked at how nonchalantly you stabbed him before calmly walking off. If you had intended to run far, you weren't moving very fast.

The tracker started beeping a little faster now. He was getting closer.

The early April air was nipping at his cheeks, he couldn't fathom how you were out here in your pajamas, barefoot at that. Chrollo was more worried about you than just finding you. While your previous attempts had been clever, methodical, and downright genius, this time was very different to him. As far as he knew, you'd never killed anyone, and now you had decided to not only kill someone but patiently wait for him to be unfocused before sneaking upon him. You planned this.

Chrollo walked a couple more meters, finding the tracker was leading him to the nearby lake. When he came to the forest's edge, he could see you sitting at the edge of the dock, staring up at the moon.

You heard him approaching as soon as he broke through the treeline, it took him a bit longer to retrieve you than expected, although you attributed that to him thinking you were going to try and run far. A couple miles from the house wasn't necessarily far for a commoner, but this was farther than you'd ever been allowed.

Chrollo's heavy footsteps walked the length of the dock, stopping right behind you. He knew you would come quietly, after the first few times, you'd stopped escaping to try and get away, instead, you found the chase to be much more thrilling.

"Time to go, darling," He hummed nonchalantly.

"Five more minutes," You replied, swishing your feet through the near-freezing water, "The moon is so pretty tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

Chrollo gazed down at you, you were surprisingly clean considering you'd just stabbed someone. Not a single drop of blood on you anywhere. The only thing shielding you from the cold being a thin cami and a shamefully short pair of shorts.

Chrollo always admired your body, but the pajamas were a nice touch. They were a recent purchase, baby blue fabric with white lace trim, god how he wanted to tear the set off you.

"I didn't think you'd have it in you to take a man's life, darling," Chrollo stated.

"I didn't either," You chuckled, "But it's done now."

"Why not just sneak away?" He replied, sitting on the dock next to you, "He was unfocused, you could've done it easily if this was where you intended to go all along."

"You're right, I didn't have to kill him," You sighed, bringing one of your feet onto the dock, "I just wanted to see if I could. You left an anatomy book on your desk, I found the major arteries of the body to be very interesting."

"Now that I think about it," You continued, "Maybe I should've run farther, seeing you so desperately trying to find me is rather amusing."

“You enjoy being chased like a rabbit?” Chrollo mused.

“Believe it or not the thrill is more exciting than anything you’ve ever gifted to me,” You scoffed, “At least running gave me something to do that required thought. Something you seem to forget to provide.”

Poking at Chrollo’s care tactics wasn’t smart, but you didn’t know how else to get through to him that your current environment was extremely understimulating, and that you needed more. You could tell he was growing upset, but he wouldn’t dare show it outside of the house.

You pulled your knee to your chest, resting your cheek against it, "Do I have to go back?"

"Of course you do, darling," Chrollo replied, a warm hand rubbing up and down your back, "Why wouldn't you?"

You scoffed, "Probably because being a prisoner of marble and glass is dreadfully boring."

Chrollo's hand stopped, "You think the life I've worked so hard to build is boring?"

"Yup," You replied flatly, "Honestly I thought you kidnapping me would be a lot more fun, but it's even more boring than my old life."

Chrollo was becoming angrier with each word that came out of your mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I know how hard you try, but my god I don't know how you stand it. You're sweet and all, but you're gonna bore me to death sooner or later, escaping actually gives me something to do," You hummed, pulling your other foot out of the water, "Anyways, we can go back now, this chase was more boring than I expected."

You rose from your place, turning to walk back to your cage. It took Chrollo a minute to get up and follow you, partially from the shock of your completely arrogant and nonchalant demeanor. The person you had become over the past two years almost reminded him of a certain magician he once knew.

Chrollo eyed you as your hips swayed, every muscle in your leg flexing and relaxing as you walked. It was something he adored about you, before he took you, you were one of your tribe's best, strongest dancers. The way you swayed and glided while you did the most basic of tasks was alluring to him. Now, he just watched you sit around and observe everything.

The view from walking behind you wasn't necessarily bad, though. Your pajama shorts gave him a nice view of your ass as you walked.

Sauntering through the woods, you could no longer hide how cold you were, the incessant shivering and blue tint to your skin proved that fact. Your feet even more so from being in the water.

You knew Chrollo was upset with what you'd said, you could tell immediately, but keeping the truth from him wasn't an option anymore. You had started to care for him some time ago. You really appreciated him, but god if he didn't allow you to do something you were going to lose your mind.

When you could just barely make out the edges of the garden approaching, you stopped mid-path, "Chrollo?"

He caught up to you in an instant, "Yes, darling?"

"I don't want to go back if I have to live like this," You felt tears well up in your eyes, "Please."

His hands found your hips, "Live like what? Talk to me darling, how can I make it better?"

"I don't want to just sit around and wait for you to come back. I'm tired of you being at my beck and call. O-Or just fucking sitting around waiting for you to come back," You felt a solemn tear roll down your cheek, "It's so fucking boring. Please just take me with you or give me something I can do for you or-"

"Darling," He cut you off with a firm hand over your mouth, the other still settled on your hip. He shushed you softly, lessening the pressure on your mouth, "Don't panic, I'm listening. I promise I'm hearing you, just speak slowly alright?"

You nodded, he took his hand off your mouth slowly, "Keep going, what can I do to help you?"

You thought about it, more tears spilling down your cheeks, "Take me with you. Don't leave me by myself anymore. I just want to be useful."

Scooping you up bridal style as he headed towards the garden, "I understand. Even in your old life, you were always helping others, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into him. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Chrollo's feet hit the marble floors of the hallway that led into the house, you could feel his warmth returning as he carried you inside.

"While I understand your frustrations, you did try to escape my love," He started, bringing you into your shared bedroom, "And that requires a punishment."

You winced, shaking your head against him, "Please, not again! I'm really sorry Sir I can do better-"

"No," He shushed you, setting you on the foot of the bed, "I have the solution to your problem, but only if you take your punishment, alright?"

You nodded slightly, your tear-stained cheeks slightly puffy and red from the cold.

"Alright," He purred, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders, "I'll try to make this at least somewhat pleasant for you, ok?"

You nodded once again, finding comfort in the fact that he was at least going to please you.

"Lay back for me," He stated, pushing you back by your shoulders, "I'll be right back."

You stared up at the ceiling in anticipation, the last punishment was hard enough, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of the house. Chrollo had returned from the closet, setting something on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his shirt before crawling over you.

"You know what your punishment is, right?" He asked, a face cupping your cheek.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to give you the softest of kisses, just barely ghosting over your lips as he pulled the knife out of his back pocket.

Pressing it to your throat, you froze, knowing it had already begun.

"Just focus on me, darling," Chrollo whispered against your lips, "I won't cut you."

He kissed you once more, harder this time as he slowly dragged the knife down your neck. It was a 50/50 chance he would intentionally cut you, even if he said he wouldn't. It was the only thing he'd ever lied to you about, knowing that made your heart race.

His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid the knife down your chest, coming back up to cut your bralette off in between your breasts. You didn't even register the pain from him grazing you with the knife until it started throbbing.

You looked down, seeing a thin line of blood-forming directly in between your breasts.

"Whoops," he chuckled, gazing down at the same mark you were. He sat up, straddling your hips and now pinning you to the bed by your throat. Your bare chest tempted him to carve his name into your breasts, then you'd really know who you belonged to. Chrollo briefly cut the straps of your bralette, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away, revealing your breasts to him.

Setting the knife aside, Chrollo dragged his nails down your chest, briefly squeezing your waist before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. He trailed downwards, backing off the bed as he kissed your waist, your breasts, swirling his tongue around each of your nipples lightly before backing off entirely.

"Turn over," Chrollo demanded.

"No." You said timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm sorry?" Chrollo replied smugly, "Wanna repeat that, darling?"

"I said n-no," You said, now even quieter than before.

"No? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs teasingly.

You shook your head to confirm that you indeed did not want to be punished in the way he was thinking.

"Even after killing my guard and escaping? You sure you don't want to be punished?" He asked again, his condescending tone making you whimper as you shook your head again.

Chrollo sighed, "Very well."

What? He's serious?

Untying the bandana from his forehead, he was quick to grab your hands and tie them together, placing them above your head, "I'll please you since I know that's what you really want."

Your heart jumped in your chest, somehow excited at the fact that you had gotten out of it.

Chrollo wasted no time cutting your shorts off, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him. He brought your legs up to the edge of the bed, bending them close to your chest, "Stay like this for a moment, ok?"

You gave him brief 'mhm' before he left, crossing the room to his chest of drawers. You heard him open it, the soft sound of things being moved around before he quickly came back. Craning your neck up to see what had been retrieved, you were quickly thwarted by Chrollo who pushed your head back down.

"Patience," He sighed, "Be a good girl now, hm?"

You grumbled, but let him hold you down. You knew this routine all too well, reminiscing about the fond memories of your legs pulling against the rope he was now starting to tie around your ankles. He took the time to tie up each leg, making sure they would not be able to come out of the bent position he'd placed them in.

"So pretty," Chrollo cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, "Alright darling, eyes closed."

You shut your eyes as he brought a blindfold to your eyes, the soft silk being tied around the back of your head.

"There, now that you can't fight me," He started, using brute force to flip you over so you were bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the bench, "We can begin your punishment."

"That's not fair Si-"

A sharp smack was delivered to your ass, "Hush."

You went quiet, whimpering into the plush comforter.

"You"

Smack.

"Broke"

Smack.

"My"

Smack.

"Rules"

Each word was punctuated by a harsh spanking to one of your ass cheeks. You were only four in and it already stung.

"I'm sorry!" You cried, trying to wriggle away from Chrollo, "Please Sir!"

"Mm, please what darling? Please punish you?" He hummed, rubbing your bottom with smooth circles.

"Nuh!" You whined, your voice becoming whinier under the threat of fully submitting.

"I told you I would please you, but only if you took your punishment like a good girl," Chrollo hummed, leaving a kiss on each cheek, "Do you really expect me to please you when you're not going to comply darling?"

You whined, wiggling a bit more.

"What do good girls say, darling?" Chrollo asked, softly rubbing your arched back.

"P-please," You huffed.

"Please what, love?" He replied, quietly undoing the bottle of lube he had brought to the bed.

"Please punish me," You whispered, "Sir."

"That's my good girl," He hummed.

Chrollo squirted a bit of lube onto his first two fingers, letting it warm a bit before bringing them to your ass. Mewling as Chrollo started rubbing your puckered hole, he wasted no time plunging a digit into your ass.

"Fuck!" You cried out, feeling him slipping in and out up to his first knuckle. You shook against the rope.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to enjoy this." He teased, pushing his finger up to his second knuckle, "You're taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you're going to do later."

You gave him a long, drawn-out moan in response. He wanted you to beg, either for more or for him to stop, either way, he wanted you to be a mess.

The discomfort started to fade as he pushed his two fingers fully into you. Now, you could feel your arousal dripping as he steadily finger-fucked your ass, trying to stretch you out best he could with just two fingers.

"Already taking my fingers so well," Chrollo cooed, picking up the pace, "I think you're ready to be punished, don't you?"

You shook your head, knowing what would come next.

"Oh come now, don't be like that darling." He replied, slowly pulling his fingers from your tight hole.

You whined at the loss of contact, while it wasn't quite the pleasure you wanted, it was starting to feel good. You waited patiently as Chrollo left the bed, finding the necessary tools needed in his bedside drawer before coming back to the bench.

In one hand, he held a set of purple anal beads that gradually got bigger, in the other, a vibrating wand he fully intended on using on you. While the vibrator wasn't ever used during a punishment, Chrollo saw it to be a mercy for your honesty, therefore, he would keep his word, making his punishment at least somewhat pleasurable for you.

"Tonight's going to be a bit different, love," Chrollo started, setting the vibrator on the bench, he began covering the anal beads in a generous amount of lube, "I need you to trust me, ok?"

You didn't know what he meant by different, you assumed more painful, but knew that there would be no pleasure without pain, "I trust you."

"Good," He hummed, rubbing the first ball against your lubed hole, "You ready?"

Your faint 'mhm' had Chrollo pushing the first ball in, earning a whimper from you. It wasn't much bigger than Chrollo's finger, but you could still feel it. Mere seconds later, he was pushing the second ball in, the equivalent to a little more than two of his fingers.

You were quietly whimpering and mewling into the comforter, hoping he wouldn't hear how much you were enjoying the slow stretch.

"I need your hands," Chrollo announced, pulling you firmly upward by your shoulders, "Put them here."

He shoved your arms down toward your pussy before pushing you back down on your chest. Before, your hands had been resting on the comforter above your head. Now, they were firmly squished between your thighs. You felt Chrollo press something round into your hands before tying your wrists up. Mid-tie, he readjusted the foreign object to rest against your clit.

The vibrator.

You began to squirm a little bit, knowing that this is what he meant by tonight being a little different. You waited patiently as he tied the ropes tight, making sure you wouldn't be able to move it away, then he turned it on.

"Ah...oh fuck," You moaned, the vibrator already working to make you come undone, "Sir.."

Your moans were becoming more sultry, needier, you began panting as your legs worked up to a steady shake, he knew he would break you tonight at this rate.

"See? I told you I would please you," Chrollo hummed, pushing the next ball in, you cried out even louder, "You have permission to cum whenever you'd like."

Knowing this was going to make it a lot harder, he wanted you to submit, to break, "D..Da-Ah!"

You were stuttering as the next ball was pushed in, your asshole stretching around it.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you, princess," Chrollo teased.

"Daddy!" You wailed, giving into the submission he so desperately wanted. Your pussy began fluttering around nothing as the vibrator sent deep shock waves through your pussy, "Please!"

"Please what, princess?" He smiled, palming your ass cheeks.

"Please punish me!" You moaned, needing more stimulation, "I'm sorry I tried to escape! I've been a bad girl!"

The sight of you writhing under him was pathetic, you were truly becoming a mess and he hadn't even really touched you. Seeing how hard you were trembling, Chrollo took pity on you. Watching your pretty pussy clench and release, needing some form of stimulation, he decided to at least grant you this mercy.

Plunging two fingers into your dripping hole, he crooked his fingers, quickly finding your g-spot, "Is this what my darling needs?"

"Yes! Oh, fu-fuck please daddy!" You moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers, "Gonna cum!"

"You have permission princess, it's ok," Chrollo reaffirmed, working his fingers inside you.

It only took seconds, the knot that had been building inside you finally burst, causing you to clench around his fingers. The vibrator held firm against your clit after, the pleasure becoming painful. You started to cry through the blindfold.

Chrollo licked the mess off his fingers before slowly starting to pull the anal beads out one by one. You whined and whimpered as he did so, the action only causing you to clench to avoid feeling empty. It did nothing, Chrollo continued to pull the remaining few beads out, your asshole gaping slightly

"Mm, you're doing so well baby," Chrollo sighed, pulling his own pants down. Pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the crown of it up and down your slick.

"Daddy! D-Don't do that!" You whined, trying to pull away from his ministrations.

"What? This?" Chrollo asked innocently, repeating the action.

You lost it, cumming on the spot as the tip ghosted over your pussy, your shame covered your face in a heavy blush. It barely took anything for you to cum with the stupid vibrator continuing to buzz against your clit at the highest setting.

"S-Sorry daddy.." you slurred, still trembling as you felt your mind go blank.

"Aww, is my baby that much of a cock drunk little slut?" Chrollo teased, pressing the tip of his painfully erect cock into your ass, "I know you are, my pretty little darling wanted to be punished this whole time, huh?"

You heard him, but could barely form enough of a sentence to answer.

Chrollo pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your ass, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you were overstimulated. The feeling of being full had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Once fully seated inside you, Chrollo slowly dragged his nails along your back before palming your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, he gave a few long, slow thrusts, watching the way you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," Chrollo moaned, "I almost don't even want to punish you with the way this tight little ass wraps around my cock."

You could only moan in response, trembling as he continued his tortuously slow pace.

"How many spankings do you think you'll receive from tonight's actions, princess?" Chrollo halted, only halfway inside as his hands trailed upwards along your outer thighs, "I think forty is a good number? What say you, love?"

"Nuh-uh!" You cried, wiggling against his touch as one of his hands left your skin, "Thirty!"

Chrollo chuckled at your offer, "I was originally going to settle for twenty-five, but thirty works for me, darling."

With a crushing force, Chrollo's hand came down.

Smack!

"Count, or I'll start over," Chrollo demanded.

"O-One," You whispered.

His other hand rose while the other soothed the spot he had just spanked.

Smack!

"Two!"

Smack!

"Three," Chrollo's hands were relentless, switching cheeks each time he smacked you in order to give your poor skin a break. He was merciful enough to rub the spot he had spanked before doing it again.

It took minutes to work your way up to the end, you came twice throughout the process as the vibrator held firm against your clit.

Smack!

"Twenty-eight!"

Smack!

"Twenty-nine!"

Smack!

"Th-Thirty!" You were sobbing, shaking uncontrollably under the weight of Chrollo's punishment.

"There we go, all done," Chrollo cooed, softly rubbing your cherry-red ass as he set another slow pace, "You did so well for me, darling."

A warmth grew in your chest, you really did enjoy being praised by Chrollo, even if it was after a punishment with his dick in your ass. He enjoyed it too, loving the way you clenched around his cock each time he spanked you, it took a lot of focus to not cum mid punishment.

You were writhing the pressure in your core already starting to build again, your trembling never stopped, even throughout your punishment. Chrollo kept up his word to please you, but god at what cost?

"I want you to cum for me again, angel," Chrollo hummed, his hands finding your waist as he began picking up the pace, "I want to absolutely ruin you."

"No no no! Daddy, I can't!" You sobbed, knowing you would be doing more than just cumming if this kept up.

"Oh? Is my princess trying to hide the pretty mess I know she can make?" Chrollo asked, knowing what you were implying.

Grabbing the knife, he cut the ropes from your legs. He rolled your limp form over onto your back, yanking the blindfold off so he could watch as you helped overstimulate yourself. With one arm by your head to support himself, he guided his cock back into your ass, resuming the brutal pace he set.

You held Chrollo's gaze as he went absolutely feral, drilling your ass while holding one of your legs up over his shoulder. You could barely conceal your tears at this point, broken moans showing him just how bad you needed a break, but he was intent on making you squirt before he stopped.

"I know you need this," Chrollo purred, pressing his forehead to yours, "Just give in to my love, your body wants this."

You started to shake harder, legs trembling even more aggressively, he was pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck! Da...Daddy," You groaned, knowing you were only seconds away, "Kiss me, p-please."

Pulling you into his lips as you came, your screams and cries muffled against Chrollo's lips as you drenched his cock and thighs with your cum. You barely registered the feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled your ass with cum. It took several seconds for your orgasm to stop before you were finally able to collapse back onto the bed.

Chrollo was quick to shut the vibrator off as he pulled out, knowing your body had enough. He admired the way his cum began slowly trickling out of your ass while he untied your hands.

"You did so well, darling," Chrollo praised, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your calf, "So so good."

His kisses trailed upwards, his lips softly tickling your thighs as he caressed them. He continued upward with his continued praise and love, making sure each part of you had received some form of physical attention before kissing you passionately.

You were still panting, your heart thrumming in your ears as he brushed your hair away from your face. At least he held true to his word.

With your hands now free, you pulled him in for another kiss, wanting to stay enveloped in his warmth forever.

"So, my little brat," He started, interlacing his fingers with yours, "Was this enough of a cure for your boredom?"

You giggled, giving him a weak smile, "It was, but as I recall, you mentioned what sounded like a more long-term solution to this problem."

"Ah, that," Chrollo sighed, rolling over next to you. You turned on your side the best you could as he gazed up at the ceiling, "I was thinking you could officially become a spider."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "You mean like part of the phantom-troupe?"

"Yes," He replied curtly, "You'd be with me all day every day, same rules apply, but it would give you a chance to use that intelligence of yours."

You grinned, thinking it over, "Sure, why not?"

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