#cw teasing

…back to the staring at things you found pretty (or in this case, insanely hot). Sometimes it got you in trouble. Like right now.

Recently you’ve found a grander appreciation for your teams thigh holsters. Of course they were useful, you wore some yourself! You probably couldn’t function without them. But…they also served to…accentuate your teammates.

Simon had accidentally picked up your holster and strapped it on without thinking, which led to it really hugging his thigh. You guys laughed about it, Soap took the piss out of him for it, you all moved on. Except. You didn’t. Because you couldn’t get the image of his thick thigh being squeezed like that out of your head. And now it unlocked something in you, making you hyperaware of even regular-fitting holsters.

So now you’re here, sitting in the plane, blatantly staring at the boys thighs. God forbid!! But all of their thighs were so thick and you could see the muscles flexing under the straps and god when they wore two it kinda also just helped to draw the eyes upward and—

“Can I help you, sergeant?”

Fuck.

“No, sir!”

Price raises his eyebrows, crosses his arms, and adjusts in his seat. His thighs spread wider.

“Really? Cause to me it looks like you’re having a bit of a staring problem.”

“Ma never told you it’s rude to stare, sergeant?” Simon chimes in.

Your face is hot, you’re being called out but you’re still having a hard time drawing your eyes away from his spread thighs. “Sorry!” You tilt your head up to the ceiling, putting your eyes in time-out.

Price hums, “no harm, sergeant…go ahead an’ look.”

You don’t move.

“What did the cap’n say, lovie?” Kyle’s in on it now too.

You whine. You didn’t mean to. Now you’re even more embarrassed.

“Cannae do anything by yourself, huh? Need some help, hen?” Soap reaches and grabs your chin, forcing your head back down to look at your captains thighs. His bulge has grown. You whimper again.

“You’ve been distracted. Liking the look of our thighs, hmm?”

Your cheeks are burning, eyes flickering to the others for help but they’re just waiting for a response too.

“Answer the captain, sweetie.”

“…yes, captain.”

“Thought so,” he moves his hands to pat his thighs, “c’mere.”

A breathless huh escapes you.

“Up ya get,” Soap pushes you out of your chair.

Thats how you find yourself grinding on your captains thigh holster 30,000 feet in the air. The embarrassment hasn’t dwindled, what with the team watching and all. But still, the embarrassment isn’t enough to stop your movements…or your noises.

“‘S alright, honey, get it out. Need you without distractions when we land.”

Their friendship, at first, seemed like an unlikely alliance-- especially after the way they left things when Luz last saw him, with Hunter trying to steal all those innocent palismen back from her. When Luz had flown away, she had assumed Hunter had made his choice, and she would not be seeing him again unless it was to fight. It had hurt, but she tried to put it behind her.

Except that she couldn't. And then one day, a familiar face flew in through her bedroom window-- the mischievous little cardinal that had disappeared soon after the day she'd rescued the palismen. The bird was carrying a little scroll of paper in its beak, which it dropped in front of Luz. When she unrolled it and read the note, it certainly came as a shock. The brief note was from Hunter, asking if she could meet him in a remote part of the woods outside of Bonesborough.

Everything about it screamed "trap." Luz had gone anyway.

What she'd found wasn't what she expected. Hunter didn't attack her or try to exploit her for any sort of gain. In fact, instead of the brash, bold Golden Guard, she'd found somebody quiet, almost timid, with eyes that looked as though he had seen far more pain then someone sixteen ever should. He told Luz about his friendship with 'Lil Rascal. He told her about his increasing curiosity about the forbidden wild magic, especially after watching Luz use her glyphs. 

And, he told her he was sorry.

By the end of the day, Luz had invited him to her house to teach him more about glyph magic. She hadn't told Eda or anyone else-- they would no doubt chastise her for potentially giving away valuable information to the enemy. It was a risk Luz was willing to take, though, even though there was a chance it would all blow up in her face.

Except that it didn't. As the weeks passed, it became increasingly apparent that Hunter was sincere. A tentative friendship quickly grew into a surprisingly strong bond. Luz found they actually had a lot in common, and as Hunter grew more comfortable around her, she learned just how much fun he was to be around.

At this point, Eda and Luz's other friends knew about Hunter, but he still had to be sneaky about things when it came to the Emperor's Coven. Despite the stress and the lousy way he was treated there, he hadn't made any sort of break with them yet. Luz knew he would eventually work up the courage.

Until then, they still met in semi-secret, usually in a place they knew would guarantee privacy. In fact, today was a rather special day, because it was the first time Luz had convinced Hunter to hang out in public with her. She knew where the Coven cronies tended to lurk in Bonesborough, and they were always incredibly easy to spot and avoid. It also helped that a very large portion of Emperor Coven members literally didn't even recognize Hunter without his mask.

So that was how things were today. After grabbing a light lunch at a cafe, they'd wandered the stalls among the open air market, amusing themselves with the displays of enchanted clothing and accessories. When they came across a tent that had a bunch of baby griffins up for adoption, they spent so long there that Hunter had to eventually drag Luz away from it. They nosed around for a while at a book shop and then began to wander the shops further down, on a street Luz had never explored very much.

"Ooh, a fortune teller! You wanna see your future?"

Hunter made a face.

"Ugh, I can't stand those places. All they do is feed you a bunch of vague BS about 'a beautiful stranger will soon enter your life' and 'persistence at work will soon pay off' or whatever."

"Huh . . . somehow I figured fortune telling would be better in a world where there's real magic."

Hunter explained,

"If you actually get somebody decent from the Oracle coven, sure. But the people around here are all hacks."

Luz sighed.

"Dangit, this would be a lot more fun if half the town wasn't full of scammers."

". . . don't you literally live with somebody who's one of the biggest scammers in Bonesborough?"

"That is beside the point. Oh, whoa, wait, what's this?"

Luz stopped to stare at a large, gold-colored tent with a huge banner that read 'EMPEROR COVEN MERCH SUPER EMPORIUM' in red lettering.

"We do not need to see that," Hunter said quickly, grabbing the crook of Luz's arm and trying to hurry them past. Luz resisted being pulled, protesting,

"Wait, no, I wanna know what that is! What do they mean by 'merch,' does the Coven actually have merchandise?"

Cringing, Hunter spoke to her in a low mutter, as if he was afraid they would hear them.

"Yeah it's awful, there's like this whole fanbase or whatever, trust me, you don't wanna go in there--"

Luz gasped, her eyes sparkling and wide.

"There's a FANBASE," she squealed in glee, pulling Hunter in the direction of the shop. In horror, he said shrilly,

"LUZ, NO, you can't take me in there!"

"Just a little peek, please please please, I have to see the Emperor Coven fandom!"

She literally dragged Hunter with her, while he sputtered and whined, until they'd made it inside the huge tent. Looking around, Luz immediately felt overwhelmed at all the colorful displays and had no idea where to start.

"Oh my god Hunter LOOK at this place," she gushed, pulling them over to a display crowded with an assortment of plastic masks-- scout masks, guard masks, captain masks, and others. Stacked beside the masks were plastic spears and fake magic staffs of different colors and sizes. Luz stuck a mask to her face and grabbed a spear, giggling,

"I got my cosplay sorted for the next Covention, eh?"

"This is horrible," Hunter intoned quietly, looking as though he was slowly dying inside. Luz laughed and said,

"Oh, c'mon, it's adorable. Dude, look, magic scrolls!"

She wandered deeper into the shop, looking at racks that held sealed magic scrolls claiming to focus on magic from each of the main covens. The display read Use Magic of Every Type, Just Like The Emperor's Coven! Luz browsed through them, pulling an Abomination one out.

"I wonder if this works? Boy, I bet students use these to cheat on tests."

From behind her, Hunter said,

"Careful with those, you don't want to accidentally set something off."

Luz stuck the scroll back into the rack, saying,

"Hmm, good point. Do you think they have-- oh, look, uniforms!"

She darted off in a new direction, eyeing the stands full of capes, cloaks, shirts, belts . . . then her eye caught a bunch of merch stamped with the Coven symbol and she flocked over there instead.

Grabbing a coffee mug, she enthused,

"Look at all this stuff, this is nuts! I could tell people got a little starstruck about the Coven when I went to that Covention, but I had no idea the nerdery went this deep!"

Grumbling, Hunter crossed his arms and said,

"Yeah yeah, people like to idolize stuff for some reason. Can we go now? This place weirds me out."

Luz put the mug back, humming,

"I guess so, just let me glance real quick at the back--"

She stopped short, catching sight of a huge display in the back, and about died on the spot.

"Oh my god," she gasped, running straight to the display, her grin so wide it nearly split her face. There seemed to be several displays in the back dedicated to specific people, and dead-center was a display with a banner reading GOLDEN GUARD.

Grabbing a plastic staff fashioned to look just like his mechanical staff, she turned and giggled, demanding,

"Did you know about this?!"

Hunter had his face buried in his hands. His voice muffled, he said,

"I was hoping you wouldn't see it."

Luz spun back around and laughed, saying,

"Aaaw, there's no reason to be embarrassed! I'd be super hype if there was a bunch of merch made after me."

"You would not. You don't know what it's like. It's weird."

Luz picked through the many offerings on display, admiring the little keychains shaped like his mask and the pens shaped like his staff that lit up when you clicked them, the metal triangle pin clasps and the little temporary tattoos of the Coven symbol.

"People just look up to you! I think it's sweet. I mean, yeah, some people can get a little intense, but it's mostly harmless fun, don't you think?"

"I am leaving now."

Luz turned and said,

"Wait, wait, I have to buy something first!"

He looked at her like she'd sprouted a new head.

"You can't be serious."

She quickly turned back to the display, saying,

"What kinda fan would I be if I didn't? What do you think I should get, a mask maybe?"

"Luz--"

"Oh my god, this," she said, grabbing up an adorable, tiny plush version of the Golden Guard and showing it to Hunter.

"This is the cutest stinkin' thing I've ever seen, you have to admit that at least."

He opened his mouth but seemed unable to even form a reply, expression incredibly dismayed.

"No? All right, let me see what else."

She turned back to scan the shelves, rifling through, and stopping when she pulled out a sheet of paper, her eyes widening.

"A poster! This is perfect. Look at it, they made you look so badass!"

Hunter stared at her for a few moments before answering reluctantly,

"I guess that isn't as horrible as some of the other things. . ."

Luz grinned as she looked at the poster, adding,

"It's a perfect size too, I could hang it up in my locker at school!"

"No,” Hunter responded immediately, and Luz’s face fell.

“Aw, c’mon, everyone else has pictures of dreamy boys in their lockers,” she teased.

“Luz, I am going to kill you.”

Luz was already scouring the display for anything else, mainly because she had to see every single piece of merch dedicated to him. Her eye fell on something that was kept up at the very top of the shelves, and she sucked in an amazed breath. Doing a little hop so she could reach, she grabbed hold of one and yanked it down, which sent several tumbling to the floor in its wake.

Hunter’s eyes grew wide in horror, and he sputtered,

“Wh-what-what—”

Luz held a full-sized body pillow, which depicted the Golden Guard in full uniform, sprawled seductively on his side, one hand propping his head up and the other loosely holding his staff. At this point Luz’s grin was downright maniacal. With a tone of finality, she said,

“This is it, this is the one we’re getting.”

Hunter was back to burying his face in his hands, but this time he’d turned away and Luz could see his ears were burning.

“Luz for the love of all that’s good, get that thing away from me.”

“But I’ve been wanting a big pillow for my room, it’s perfect!”

“Luz, I am begging you.”

Luz squeezed the pillow in her arms and pleaded,

“Pleeeease? I can’t leave without this, it’s amazing, impeccable, magnificent, divine.”

“I’m leaving,” Hunter said, refusing to make eye contact and walking away quickly, head ducked low.

“Hold on, just gimme a minute to pay for it!”

The saga of the body pillow did not end with Luz’s purchase. Because once they had finished cavorting about Bonesborough that day and went home, Luz was absolutely intent on teasing Hunter just a little more. He’d changed out of his street clothes and back into his regular Coven uniform and was about to leave for the day, so when he came into Luz’s room to say he was taking off, she seized the opportunity. Gesturing at her bed, she said,

“Wait wait wait, before you go, you gotta admire the new merch!”

Despite the fact he’d complained steadily about Luz’s purchase for 20 or 30 minutes afterward and eventually grown desensitized to the embarrassment, it seemed the sight of it on her bed now was enough to make him press a hand to his face again, cursing.

“Luz, I swear I’m going to sneak back here and get rid of that thing the second I get the chance.”

“Noooo, it’s mine!” Luz complained, hopping onto her bed. She wrapped her arms around the pillow's middle and gave it a big hug.  

“Wow, pillow Golden Guard is way more cuddly then the real Golden Guard is,” she sing-songed with a grin.

"It won't be once I'm done burning it," Hunter replied tersely. Luz leaned closer to the pillow's face and whispered,

"Don't listen to him, golden guardian of my heart."

She kissed pillow-Hunter's mask reverently.

“Why are you doing this,” Hunter exhaled in a huff, blushing an adorable red.

“Look, it’s really well made. I appreciate the artistic effort that went into this. And the little pose you're in is so cute!"

“Argruhh,” Hunter growled, crossing his arms and turning away, and Luz couldn’t help but giggle. She asked in a serious tone,

“Are you jealous of the pillow?”

Through clenched teeth, he answered,

“No I am not jealous of the @#$%^ing pillow.”

Luz teased,

"I dunno . . . it kinda looks like you're jealous of the pillow. You can't even bear to look at us."

Hunter turned with a jerk, glaring daggers at Luz and positively seething,

"LUZ."

Luz answered in a heavily flirtatious tone;

“It’s ok if you’re jealous. Y'know, if the real Golden Guard wants to cuddle with me, I’d be very happy to . . .”

She knew she was pushing Hunter to his limit—he was bright red, quivering, and looked about ready to snap. But strangely, as she grinned impishly at him, he seemed to suddenly grow a lot calmer. After a moment, he asked her,

"Do you want me to wear the mask?"

Luz blinked, immediately confused.

“Uh. What?”

He murmured his reply;

“I mean, if you’re into that, that’s fine by me.”

He pulled his mask from his cloak and slipped it on, then pulled the cloak's hood up.

Luz felt her mouth run dry. She got up from her bed, stammering,

“Whuh, uh, what do you mean—”

He approached her bed and swept the pillow onto the floor in one clean motion, then jumped onto the bed, sprawling himself out, attempting to imitate the same pose as the pillow. He asked,

“Is this good?”

Luz balked, staring at him, head empty.

“Umm.”

He rearranged his lanky legs so they dangled more casually, and he tilted his head, gazing at her more directly through the mask. His voice growing deeper, the way he usually spoke as the cocky Golden Guard, he murmured,

“You said you wanted me in the flesh, right?"

She tried to reply, but for some reason words were not forthcoming. His voice dropping even lower, he purred,

"Well c’mon, Luz, I’m ready for you.”

Luz felt all the blood rush to her face and she took a faltering step backwards, hiding her face behind her hands and blurting,

“Ok ok ok, I’m sorry you win!”

She heard him chuckling, and in his smooth voice, he teased,

“You sure? It’d be a shame to miss your chance.”

Luz swallowed, her heart racing as she stared at him, her thoughts becoming a knotted ball. Hunter sat back up on her bed, sighing,

"All right, I guess you'd rather have the pillow."

Luz wasn’t sure what exactly was going on in her mind, but she was filled with a deep, irresistible urge to do something incredibly rash. Something that would fluster Hunter back.

Yeah, that was it. She just wanted to fluster him, that was absolutely the only reason she was thinking of doing what she was about to do.

Hunter stood up from her bed, saying sadly,

“Guess I'll be going--"

Luz lurched forward, grabbing him by the shoulders and pressing a kiss against his mask, hard and breathless and hot against cool metal, her eyes slipping shut, imagining how it would feel against him. When she released him from the kiss, eyes fluttering open again, she gazed steadily through the slit in his mask.

She could only make out a slight glimmer of his eyes, but his hood had slipped down, and she could see his ears were bright red. He stood deathly still, but she could hear his breaths behind the mask, shallow and quick.

After a few moments that seemed to drag on into forever, he spoke, his voice thick:

"You wanna try that without the mask?"

Luz didn't know what was happening-- it felt like all intelligent thought had long been drowned out in her head, replaced with an overwhelming whirl of flame.

She nodded silently.

Hunter tore the mask from his face, giving it a careless toss and diving forward.

ei

ei isn't really bothered by the height difference between you and her. height doesn't matter to her in a relationship so she never really factored in the fact you were shorter than her. but she does become more aware of it when she helps you get things off of shelves or when you get on your toes to give her a peck on the cheek before you leave.

so while you were eating some dango with ei, she asked a question.

"would you like me to lower the shelves?"

you blinked, "huh? why?"

"you seem bothered when you can't reach things that are too high for you. i can lower the shelves that are out of your reach if it helps you."

you smiled at ei's offer but politely declined it. yet it didn't stop her from lowering some a few shelves within the kitchen whenever you cooked or in other rooms of the palace that you would frequent.

if you ever became bothered by your height, ei would be there to comfort you. she's not the greatest with comforting she words, especially in this case, but she will try to help you.

"your height is not something that should bother you or anyone. something so trivial doesn't affect how you are seen as a man or anything else. it is another part of you that i love so dearly. no matter how you look, my love for you will always be eternal."

you could cry from her sweet reassurances but you refrain from doing so, instead letting ei hold you in her arms.

yae miko

to put it shortly (heh), you get teased. yae will lightly tease many people around her in the sly fox way she does it, and you don't get to be spared from it. even as her s/o she will make playful comments about having to help you get something. they're all lighthearted of course, she would never make rude remarks about you or your height.

if you would let her, she would pick you up if you needed to get things off of high places.

"yae, could you help me? the flour is up on that shelf but i can't get it."

"would you like me to pick you up then?" you could feel yae smiling behind you from her light teasing.

with your nod of approval, yae lifts you up with little effort so you could grab the flour and continue baking. it was probably shocking to many of the shrine maidens, but yae is fairly capable of being able to pick you up whenever you need something to get. so many times she'll offer her own assistance if you need it to get higher. yae would honestly admit that she does like you being shorter as well. she likes how it's easier to pick you up when you need something.

if, one day, you do get bothered by yae's teasing she'll start doing it less or stop doing it at all. she doesn't want you to get insecure over your height, especially from her, so she will always offer her reassurances. so of course she will never make a comment of when you come to her with problems of your height.

Price who makes you kneel and hump your heel when you’ve disobeyed

You weren’t a brat. You didn’t like disobeying, really you preferred to just follow orders. Letting go of all your own thoughts and just letting John take over. But sometimes you’d get tired or overwhelmed and John would tell you to do something you didn’t wanna do and you couldn’t help the whiny disobedience that escaped you. John would give you that look. The one where he raised his eyebrows and looked at you through his lashes as if to ask if you reallly wanted to go there. But you couldn’t help it! You were so tired and you just wanted to go to bed and he was asking so much of you, so no! You weren’t going to listen!

The only place that landed you was at his feet. John’s preferred form of punishment was making you sorry without ever having to lift a finger. And kneeling at his feet for close to an hour definitely started to make you sorry, because now you were even more tired and your knees were starting to hurt and you had such a good view of his thick thighs and bulge and now you needed help—

“Mmmm, ‘m sorry, I’ll be good now, promise!” Came your teary whine.

He tsk’s, not even looking at you, just continuing to work on his papers, “hmm, are you certain, sweetheart? I don’t believe you.”

“No no, I swear, I promise I’ll be so good!”

“Yeah?” His tone is still mocking but he finally looks down, “prove it to me.” His voice turns commanding.

At this point you’ll do anything to get back in his good graces so you just nod rapidly against his thigh, “anything!”

“Cum,” he looks away dismissively, “then you can get up.”

You get excited, that’s not much of a punishment at all, you think while slipping your hand down your pants.

“Ah, ah, ah, no hands.”

You whine, confused. How are you supposed to do that without hands or getting up?

“You’re smart, aren’t you, honey? You can figure it out. Or do you need your captain’s help, like you do for everything?”

“No…” it’s an unconfident whisper. Still, you’re looking down unsure of what to do.

“Use your heel, sweetie.” He flips the page on his report, speaking like he’s just told you where to send an email, not how to get off.

You whine again, you want something more than that but at this point you’re so desperate you’ll do anything. So you start to rock.

“There you go, finally in the mood to listen, huh?”

You start slow but eventually get so worked up you’re rocking back and forth rapidly. When you move back, you hit your heel, struggling to get it to hit properly, but when you move forward you contact Price’s boot which is far more satisfying. Your head is still resting on his thigh, your eyes are half-lidded and staring up at him, mouth plopped open and drooling onto his pants. His bulge is growing bigger the longer you’re at it. You can’t stop the whines and moans that flow out, wishing he would offer some assistance.

“Please…”

“I’m working, don’t distract me.” It’s cruel how he ignores you humping at his feet completely. Tears start to well up in your eyes both from your pleasure and your embarrassment.

He spares a glance down at you and tsks again, “look at you making at mess, always a problem.” He reaches down and grabs your chin, angling your open mouth up. You whimper at the contact, needy for any touch from him. He barely leans down to spit into your open mouth, providing you only with a “be good and swallow,” before dropping your chin, patting your cheek, and going back to ignoring you. The whine that leaves you is pathetic.

With the unsatisfying angles it’s takes you a while to finally cum, you’re an exhausted mess by the end, but that means you’re back to only listening to what he says, which is exactly where he wants you.

Sometimes I have the lovely thoughts of toying with Ink till he’s all whiny and overstimulated and being a little brat just to be like: “n’awhhh was that attitude?” And then have the excuse to frustrate the hell out of him as punishment by dry humping him and nothing more.

No other touches, no speaking to him, nothing. Just doing other things like reading a book or typing out an essay and ignoring him as he whines and squirms desperately.

Occasionally to just smirk and grant him the tiniest condescending pat on the head as tears gather in his sockets and begin to spill over.

And then eventually once you’re done with what you’re doing, you give him the smallest amount of attention juust to keep him hopeful aaaand then just rip it away again.

Ignoring him once again which only builds his desperation and need for any sort of actual friction to his aching knot and weeping tip.

And he just can’t take it anymore to the fact that it even has him begging at some point!

Whimpering and letting out little hics and sniffles as he babbles out the sweetest little pleads for attention..

Whining so pitifully as he asks what he did wrong and why he deserved this..

tho don’t be fooled by how sad he sounds, and how his sweet little face is all contorted with overstimulation and distress. He’s actually enjoying this to some extent.

He doesn’t reaaalllly want you to stop.. I mean he definitely is getting desperate don’t get him wrong, it really is starting to get painful from how hard he is..

Ooooough I REALLY like this idea.

I definitely think he’d especially do this if he’s punishing you in some way or if he just generally wants to piss you off.

like if you’re just extremely pent up that day, and you just NEED him to fill you up because you’re on the verge of fucking lose it; only for him to be a lil shit and keep pulling out over and over again.

Giggling and teasing on and on about how he keeps ‘accidentally doing that’ and ‘he’ll make sure you get it next time!’ Despite you obviously knowing it’s a lie.

And you can’t do anything about it either, despite him being 3’8, he’s still way stronger than you.

So you’re just pinned down and forced to endure his torture!

I also think that to make his teasing even worse he’d let just let the slightest bit of his seed get in and then instantly pull out for the rest.

just when you FINALLY think that he’s done torturing you and that he’s letting you have what you oh so desperately need…

Only for him to start laughing and absolutely losing his shit at your reaction. Lmao you thought he was done with you? Hell no!

He’s drawing out every inch of frustration and desperation from you for as long as y’alls usual sessions go. (Which can be hours..)

Making you beg and whine about how unfair he’s being and to just please fill you up because you can’t take it anymore!