#<- for the semi-exposed face (scandalous)

[szilverer]

happy holidays flumblr. have a silly doodle that got out of hand

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How I have loved going to the Bakery. Have a small order myself, that I hope you will make happen 😍

Swiss roll, shortbread squares, savory pastry mocha coffee with a tonic water on the side. But where the girl is the older one. With Lando

bakery menu

want to submit an order? then hit up the menu! thank you for all of those who submitted orders, i am a really happy to be working with them! the prompts have been amazing, so thank you!! and for the lovely anon who submitted this order, i love your vision! while the age gap isn't massive between reader and lando, i do think it is interesting and thank you for specifying that, hahah. i hope you enjoy! <3

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you." + savory pastry: "let your brother find out." + mocha coffee: breeding kink + tonic water: age gap served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (3 years), piastri!reader, cowgirl position, breeding kink, quiet sex, semi-public sex, couch sex

lando norris with an 'older girl' how scandalous. the age gap was just shy of three years and barely anything compared to some of the age gaps that happened in formula one. but, the press loved to make a scene of things that simply didn't exist.

you honestly thought they would've latched onto the fact that you were oscar piastri's older sister, but you guessed the tension between them would make that fact less of fuss in the media. so despite being twenty seven and working on your post-graduate degree, everyone had to be in your business about your relationship with the formula one driver.

when lando saw you on the track, he was all smiles as he practically raced to you, almost pushing your brother out of the way. you laughed and kissed lando on the lips when he got close enough. even though you were the oldest piastri, with oscar being second, you all looked around the same age. you once joked that you got that all from your mother and you were forever grateful for that.

you pecked your boyfriend on the lips before you slung an arm around your younger brother, you pulled him close and were all smiles. maybe you weren't the most demure of the wags/family of formula one, but the excitement of the track still coursed through you.

and when lando won, it was hard to decide if you wanted to be with your brother with his second place victory, or your winner of a boyfriend. you didn't didn't get much time to think it over, because very quickly, lando was pulling you into his driver's room.

"we can't do this here." you squeaked when he pressed you up against the door with his hands up your mclaren branded t-shirt. you moaned into the kiss he gave you, but tried to be quiet about it.

not everyone needed to know, even if it was implied that you two were intimate and quite often. the hickey-gate from the beginning of the season was still fresh in your mind.

"let your brother find out." he grinned against your lips, "hell, even your mom and sister too." he yanked the shirt off over your head and you bit your lip to keep quiet.

when he pulled away, he brought you with him and soon you ended up on the couch with your skirt hiked up. he had a hungry look in his eyes as he gazed down at you. you felt the quickening in your pulse as he got your skirt up over your hips and left your pink panties exposed.

"lando."

he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face. he could tell that you looked divine. beautiful in a way that it left him cock throbbing in his shorts, "i remember when i bought you this skirt. i thought i tore it right down the seam when we got home." he recalled.

you replied, "you've done that to about four of my skirts." the pouted at him.

"and i'll do it to four more." he grabbed at his clothed cock and beamed, "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you. which means i can rip what i want. when i want." and you felt the heat in your face.

"lando."

he laughed a little, for a moment he was loud before he quieted himself. as much as he would talk about letting your family know how good he fucked you. he was slightly afraid of mrs. piastri. a woman that nice would easily have lando's head on a plate and his balls as a side dish.

he got your panties off, "can you be quiet for me, babygirl?" his tone, quiet but still seductive enough to leave you feeling the heat from your head to your feet.

you nodded, "of course." then straddled his waist once he got onto the couch beside you and his cock was out of his jeans. little time to undress, you two could becoming more intimate with your nudes bodies at the hotel room. you sank down on him and arched your back a little from the feeling. you hated to admit it, but it felt very, very good. a stretch in the right way, not enough to leave you achy for days on end. but rather achy where your body yearned for it. till you had every last inch.

it was an erotic feeling. the sort of feeling that made the blood pump faster in your brain. lando had that kind of effect on you, he knew exactly how to make you feel good. after all, you only deserved the best.

'you like that, angel?" he asked quietly, "you like how i make you feel?" his voice was quiet and a bit strain from the shock of pleasure to the brain. he licked his top lip and beamed at you, "so pretty."

"lando. fuck."

"sounds like you love it." he chuckled. as the pleasure coursed through his body, the more erotic side of him took over. his lips became more loose and the words made your skin burn, "ah, like that, angel? like how i fuck you... next time, i'm gonna breed you." he panted a little bit, his eyes slightly hooded as the pleasure thumped in his brain.

"lan-"

"shh. shh." he said, "think about it. you, me, baby. you'd look really good with my kid. then our families will be together. oscar as my brother in law and uncle to our little peanut." he laughed a little bit.

you held onto his shoulders and kept moving your hips, "lando. fuck." the idea sounded nice, even when removed from the sexual context. but, not until you finished your masters. regardless you still worked yourself against his cock.

"you and i making a baby. make it a night you could never forget." he said with a big smile before you leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. he moaned against the kiss and you felt the pleasure criss cross up your back with an intense heat.

lando always made you feel good. you shifted a little to get a better pace as you rode him. you took him beautifully in lando's (less than) humble opinion. he wished he could hear your noises at that moment, but right now you two had to quiet. rutting against one another like animals.

"baby."

"i love you."

"not as much as i love you. fuck, angel." he groaned as he really continued to work your pussy. he could describe himself as drunk off the feeling of you. you came quickly and bit your inner cheek as you tensed up. you couldn't be too loud. the scandal that created.

"shit." you squeaked out, "lando."

he chuckled as he kissed your sweaty temple. his hands on your ass as he guided you up and down his cock. you gasped against him. the pleasure reverberated through you.

"i guess you can keep up with a young guy like me." he chuckled, "you start to slow down in your mid-twenties." his words were cheeky.

you took him by the shoulders and stared into his eyes, you replied quietly, "shut up." then kissed his lips, "i love you, but shut up." and lando pulled you into another kiss as he bucked his hips a few more times and came inside of you.

the moan rolled off his tongue while he kissed you as you both slowed your pace down. you remained in his lap for a moment, softly kissing as he leaned over to grab your panties.

when you broke away, you looked at him and smiled a little. you cupped his face, "i know what you're going to say. you get one last joke about my age, norris." you tapped his nose.

"you did so good for a woman your age." he beamed.

"that's it, couch tonight." you grabbed your panties, "i'm celebrating the rest of the evening with my brother." and when you tried to get away on shaky legs lando only pulled you back into his lap.

he smiled at you and said, "you know i like my women older." he held you tight and you kicked your legs. you panties tumbled out of your hand and onto the floor once more as lando pulled you onto the couch, "especially when they're so beautiful."

you flushed a little, and let your boyfriend grope your near bare breasts once more. you could hit him over the head, but quickly you melted into his kisses <3

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 1 - Semi-public ft Blade (Honkai Star Rail)

Guess who is attempting this challenge wheeeeeeeeze let's see how it goes~ This one is lowkey dedicated to @zhongrin ehe <3

You squeak when he presses you against the stony outer wall of the house. The streets of the divination commission are empty and most people would be at home, asleep. The darkness shrouds you, it shrouds him until only his red eyes glow like molten lava, mysterious and intimidating. 

“B-Blade?!”

His body flush against yours, the man lets out a soft grunt in acknowledgement as he nuzzles at your hair. Time stops. 

“We’re in p-public , what are you…!”

His large rough hands roam over your body and dip down your navel, venturing past the waist of your pants. Calloused fingers brazenly touch your folds. You yelp, face heating up with a strong blush.

“Keep. Silent.” He murmurs, voice husky and deep.

You feel his warm ragged breath by your ear, he deposits kisses along your neck and shoulder, and then rests his forehead there. All the while his fingers sink inside your sweet hole, deliberately slow, working you open…

You whimper, squirming a bit, asking for more or wanting to stop you’re not even sure yourself, the line is already blurry with pleasure. Your heart thrums wildly in your chest.

“Sshhhh… you wouldn’t want anyone to hear, do you?”  

Shamefully, your pussy clenches at that.

He hums, the sound vibrating against your skin where his lips press. “You like the idea of that.” You can hear the hint of a smirk in his voice. 

It’s not a question but a statement.

“I-I don’t-!” You hiss.

“All the better… I can barely contain myself” He growls. 

His fingers dig deeper, their movement grows faster and more insistent, his palm pressing against your clit making you see stars. His other hand slides up from your waist to massage your chest, toying with a nipple over your clothes. He presses close, so close. and suddenly you feel his bulge against your ass. His cock hard in his trousers, no doubt a leaking mess. Blade buries his nose into the soft slope of your neck again and inhales deeply.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”

You simply bite your lip to stifle a moan, trying your best not to call out, trying your best to keep hidden in this dark corner. 

Blade is a man of actions rather than words, and you’re absolutely certain he has dragged you into this alley with the express purpose of publicly laying his claim, albeit hidden in shadows and behind some large tarp-covered crates, you’re still in the Xianzhou Luofu, a place that once meant so much to him.

Perhaps that’s why he decided to throw common fucking decendy out of the window. 

And maybe you too, considering you didn’t do a damn thing to stop him. 

“Blade.” You murmur, a plea that borders on a little too loud, shuddering and needy at the edge of that mounting pleasure. “Please.”

Your hips buck and you’re close, so close, eyes closed shut, lower lip caught between your teeth making a soft keening noise. 

At once the delicious friction stops, his left hand starts pulling at your clothes and you gasp at the slightly cold night air on your naked skin.

“W-wait what are you-?! Oh-” You start scandalized, when the hand that was previously busy instead cradles your soft thigh up. Your foot off the ground, your weight on the other one and caught between him and the wall. Spread, exposed. 

“Blade…!”  Your head tosses back. There’s the rustle of clothes again and the engorged head of his cock presses against your entrance. 

“Quiet down.” His free hand rests on your bare neck, not applying any pressure, just so, large and warm. Your own hand grips at his arm, his clothes, his hair, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything. “We are just getting started.”

[merakiui]

Omggg!!! I just saw you thought abt Jade crushing on professor reader and floyd who always acts out, but imagine this, despite darlings scoldings towards floyds rebellious behavior in class, after school when Jade comes back as he needs extra “help” in her class, he ends up finding Floyd stuffing her full of him on her desk, practically breeding her full of his kids!!!

The same desk she grades Jades papers on, the same desk he takes pencils from, the same desk she leans over and practically flash her tiddies to all her students on, the same desk he imagines himself to be stuffing her full of!!!! It’s not fair!! Jade acts so obedient in your class, he’s respectful, he’s passing your class with above a 100%, yet you’re letting the twin who is the complete opposite absolutely ruin you??? It’s not fair!!!

The next day the both of them return to class, and once again the cycle repeats of Floyd blurting out something and you telling him to be quiet. Now though, he knows the truth between the two of you.

If he’s desperate enough, he might wave this piece of blackmail in your face, the only way to stop him from releasing it being if you let him join in on the fun. Oh wait…

Jade is desperate. Very desperate.

(Side note: If it’s available could I be 🎨📝 anon?? ^o^)

🎨 📝 anon........ YOUR MIND!!!!! AS VAST AND BEAUTIFUL AS THE GALAXY AAAAAAA!!!!! And maybe the idea that there's something more between you and Floyd never crossed Jade's mind because he was so certain you only saw him as a nuisance in class. He never realized it may be different outside of class, when it's just the two of you in a quiet lecture hall. But then he was so busy daydreaming of himself in that place. >_< the first thing he does when he happens upon the scene of Floyd pounding you stupid, while you moan and babble like you're in heat, is linger just outside the door, peeking in through the crack. And then he lifts his phone and records it. If he's delusional enough, he can pretend he's Floyd. They're nearly the same from behind, but deep down Jade knows it's not him.

Aaaaaa he's such a jealous thing, so spiteful and vindictive. Possessive like a brat. Jade has it in his head that you're going to be his one day and that there's no room for anyone else, not even his twin. He doesn't want to share for once in his life, and can you really blame him? He's so obsessed. There's no room for sharing with an infatuation this debilitating.

Jade who waits patiently for class to end so that he can have a moment alone with you. Once everyone's left and the door has closed, he packs up his things and strides over to your desk, offering you a placid, semi-shy smile and asking if he can have just a second of your time. There's something he'd like to talk to you about. And you, always so kind and gentle, smile in return and ask him what it is he needs. He pulls his phone from his pocket and turns it to show you, pressing play on a very scandalous recording. You're spread on your desk, legs wrapped around Floyd's waist, while he ruts into you like an animal, grabbing at your tits and squeezing just to hear your cry out.

Jade's smile isn't so meek anymore. Now it's a self-satisfied smirk, and it stretches on his lips as he watches your expression fall with every passing second. It would be so easy to spread this video around the entire school. Jade has connections, and he isn't afraid to use them to expose you and Floyd's little extracurricular. You try to explain yourself, but Jade isn't going to hear you out. This time, you're the one who needs to listen to him.

If you value your reputation and career, you can start making amends (with Jade) by getting on your knees.

[torturedbridgertonsdept]

Sweltering

Benedict was spending the day with you, his mistress, at his private lodging.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last Colin story! I don’t really know what I’m doing here, I’m just kinda feral for fictional men and writing about it so I can feel something lmao. Also I am a Benedict girly so I did have to write him next. -Bird

tags/warnings: f!reader pov | smut | 2k words | c*nnulingus | h*ndjob | PinV | semi-public | sweat mention

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The air was thick with the sound of cicadas and England’s summer heat. Benedict was spending a bit of time with you in his cottage located just outside Mayfield.

“Christ, it is unseasonably hot today,” You said, fanning yourself as you lay across his lap in the grassy field behind the home.

“No kidding, your skin is absolutely glowing, dear,” He said in a low hum, reaching down to kiss her forehead. You felt his kiss contort into a smirk as his hand trailed down your neck and slipped the sleeve of your dress off your shoulder. You gave a playful scoff.

“It is not enough that you have to hide me out here, but now you dare to undress me in an open field,” the snarky comment was met with a light elbow to his ribs. You looked up to meet Benedict’s eyes, beautifully squinting in the daylight.

“Perhaps I am simply trying to cool you down as any well-meaning gentleman would do,” Benedict replied, his tone laced with feigned innocence as he gently caressed your exposed shoulder. He knew well that it was rather inappropriate to do such things in the open, but the privacy of this home lent him plenty of room to misbehave. He glanced back down to meet your gaze, feeling his heart flutter at the sight of your playful smile.

“How kind of you to consider my body temperature and nothing else,” Sarcasm escaped your lips as you lovingly glared at him. “You are not subtle in the slightest, Benedict,”

“Is that right?” He asked, a mischievous grin spread across his face as his fingers reached the top of your dress, teasing at the strings that secured it to your chest. He felt the goosebumps on your skin and relished the effect, such a small touch from his calloused hands already had on you.

“I’m offended. I believe myself quite subtle,” he said in a low hum before leaning down to press a tender kiss on your mouth.

“Perhaps I just know you too well, Mr. Bridgerton,” You teasingly said, tracing your finger down the bridge of his nose. “I know you did not pay me a visit on the hottest day in London just to watch me perspire out here,” Your voice was low and suggestive as you stretched out further on his lap. A wicked smile spread across Benedict’s face at your sultry tone. His thumb on your cheek traced your jaw, down the crook of your neck to your collarbone, the dress slipping more as he toyed with you.

“Why, what a scandalous thing to say about me,” Benedict teased, his breath catching in his throat as he continued to slide the fabric down your body.

“Scandal indeed. What would they say back in Mayfield if they knew you were taking liberties with a mystery woman, out in the grass of your cottage?” You said, your eyes flickering from your now exposed chest back to Benedict’s darkened stare. His free hand moved to trace down to your sternum.

“The ton would talk, no doubt. Perhaps whisper about the debauchery,” He replied quietly, his voice trailing off into a low husky tone.

“They’d claim me the devil! How dare I defile an illustrious and reputable man like Benedict Bridgerton,” You sat up for a moment, connecting your lips to his.

Benedict was amused at your sarcastic response, but his laughter quickly turned into a soft groan when you pressed your lips on him. As the kiss grew in intensity, you hovered above him, hiking the rest of your dress down your frame. He moved his hands to your thighs, his fingers grazing across them until they found your waist. You both broke the kiss, gasping for air as you gave him heavy-lidded eyes. He tangled his fingers in your hair, a low moan caught in the back of his throat as the other reached down and found your bum, his palm fully taking you in.

“You would be the most beautiful devil I’ve ever seen,” he replied in a heated whisper.

“Is that so? Do you enjoy the vision of me in broad daylight, and not simply pinned against your family’s barn door at midnight?” You stood on your knees for a moment, allowing him to gaze upon every inch of your bareness.

His breathing grew labored as he drank you in. He felt his heartbeat in his chest as he gently dragged his fingers up the back of your thighs. The heat in his chest rose, as he whispered, “I believe you know the answer to that…”

Your breathing mimicked his, your core aching for his touch. Your legs gave the subtlest shake as he clawed into your skin.

“Indeed, I do. But I adore hearing that proper mouth say it,” You shook your head, letting your hair cascade around your back and shoulders. You loved the display you were putting on for him. He watched your hair fall around you, the sunlight hitting it in such a way that made it shimmer.

“You are wondrous…” Benedict gasped, a heated shiver running down his spine. He was utterly mesmerized by your body, his hands roaming slowly over your thighs and up your stomach. He tried hard to speak as he whispered, “You make it exceedingly hard for me to maintain a proper tongue…” You grabbed his chin, lifting it gently.

“Perhaps we shall use that tongue for better purposes,” You purred.

You weren’t used to having such power over anyone, let alone a man with a sparkling reputation such as Benedict. It only added to your attraction to him. He suggestively raised a brow.

“And what would you have me do with it, my dear?” he asked, the heat between his legs growing. He shifted beneath you, his gaze flicking down and then back up to your eyes. “For I cannot promise that it will make it much easier for me to be quiet,”

“I am sure I shall keep you quiet, darling,” You cooed.

You gave a wicked laugh as you pushed him toward the ground and slowly lowered yourself onto Benedict’s mouth, your soft thighs clung to his cheeks. Your core was dripping with desire and sweat as you did so. Benedict inhaled sharply, the heat of your center radiating against him. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his body craving you. He held his breath as his hands traced up your skin. He pulled you down onto him as his tongue darted out to lap against your center. You fell back on your hands, overcome with pleasure. Your moans rang in his ears as you watched beads of sweat race down your body and cover Benedict’s face in a mixture of your sap. Benedict continued to devour you ravenously. His firm grip on you guided the movement to an unimaginable pace. His tongue was working you over as moans of his own, muffled against your womanhood.

The friction was all too much. Your hips lost the rhythm Benedict had set for you as you grew closer to climax. It took all of you to stifle a high-pitched squeal from slipping out of you as you reached your peak, falling back onto Benedict’s body. You were breathless and dizzy, covered in a thick coat of sweat.

Benedict tried to stay quiet as he worked. It was driving him insane from just how much he wanted you. He hummed gleefully against you as you rode out your orgasm. In the hazy aftermath, he looked up at you with a grin, feeling a rush of sweat down his temple.

“Are you still breathing over there, darling?” You said cheekily as you sat back up, straddling him. You looked down at his flushed, wet face and felt a strong sense of satisfaction.

“I believe I’m still alive. Just in need of a moment to steady myself.” He let his head fall back against the soft lawn. “Christ I adore you,” He could feel himself growing hard, the heat between his thighs intense.

“Hm, something tells me we are not done here,” You smirked and shook your head, putting more weight down on his lap.

The sweltering heat had made Benedict’s hair stick down to his forehead, while yours frizzed up in the humidity. Even with your body slick and chest heaving, you refused to end things there. Benedict bit his lip as he stifled a groan. He gently caressed your legs, his breathing picking up again as he shook his head and replied in a low, heated voice, “I do not think we are done here either. Do you think you can manage more?”

“For you, Mr. Bridgerton, anything,” Your voice heavy in desire. You hastily lifted your hips to roughly pull down his trousers, just enough that his hips and torso were revealed to you. You reveled at the sight, wasting no time to take his length in your hand.

Benedict’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards into your touch. His lips parted in a silent gasp as his eyes fixated on the sight of you touching him. His eyes fell shut for a fleeting moment before he looked down, watching you work him. He shuddered slightly and exhaled slowly, his breathing growing heavier the more you stroked him. One hand moved to gently grasp your wrist, his thumb tracing the inside of it as he whispered, “Careful, love. You are going to make this end sooner than I’d like,”

You were so transfixed by the action that only his voice broke your trance. “How should you like it to end?” You looked hungrily over him. You refused to remove your hand from his body

After a brief moment of collecting himself, he tilted his head up and managed to speak in a low, husky voice, “I want to feel you.”

You did not resist his plea for very long. You wanted to feel him just the same. You placed your hands atop his as you once again lowered yourself onto him. A drawn-out, needy moan escaped you.

“Benedict!” You hissed his name. Your fingers clawed into his hands, nonverbally communicating that you needed him to set the pace as he did before. You wanted him to guide your body in the way he desired.

Benedict exhaled as he felt himself sink deeper into you, his eyes closing as he moaned. He could no longer deny the carnal need that was rising in him. He was rocking his hips gently into yours as he whispered, “That’s it, love,” He shuddered, his breath hitching as he filled you, his breath hitching as he whispered again, “Oh God, that’s it,”

You pressed your hands into his chest as you fervently rolled your body into his. You could tell that he would reach his peak any moment now and it only increased your pleasure.

“You can do it, Benedict. Come on, my sweet,” You sweetly encouraged him between his guttural moans.

Benedict’s head was hazy with pleasure, his breathing growing heavier as his body moved with yours. As you rolled your body into him, the wet heat of your core felt like an ecstasy he could feel in his soul. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, and he gasped, “Sweet Christ,” feeling the overwhelming pleasure rush over him as he gasped out your name and reached his climax. You collapsed on his chest as soon as you heard his last exclamation, your head dizzy from the heat and activity. Your arms weakly tried to prop you up, just to get another glimpse of Benedict’s flushed face.

“If I am to catch a heat stroke and die this way, it would be wholly worth it,” You chuckled, sounding out of breath and parched.

He felt completely spent, but as you fell onto him, he felt a low chuckle escape him as he brushed your hair from your face. After your quip, he replied, his voice just as rough as yours, “Now that does seem like a sweet death,”

[imnotjaesblog]

The Night Turns a Shade of Pink

Starring: Jung Jaehyun

Genre: Benefits to Lovers, Fluff & Smut

Warning: Semi Dom Jaehyun, Semi Sub Y/n, Cunnilingus and Praising.

Minors Do Not Read

Designer Y/n sleeping with a man she met at a work event. Since then they’ve been hooking up at night away from public eye. However for Jaehyun these nights mean more than anything to him and he wants Y/n to feel the same way he does and tonight he doesn’t shy away.

Owning the most high-end designer brand in the country was just the first step for you. Owning your billion-dollar designer brand that had become a global success and having all your designs worn by only the most high-end celebrities was just luck.

You were a pristine woman only ever photographed at events that you held or attended in the city. You were rarely ever seen outside of the life you lived with your friends or money. Never hacking a scandal you played your cards safely. Being the independent, successful, and intelligent businesswoman the world adored by day and the hot freak by night.

Tonight you sat by your vanity fixing your pink bralette in the mirror. Satisfied with how your breast sat in the pink straps you took a glance at your skin. Checking for redness or blemishes. You applied some light make to your face giving yourself a heavenly base. You smiled taking in the view of yourself. The doorbell had distracted you from the hour of self-love. You smiled quickly spraying some perfume on yourself as you left to answer your front door.

You quickly adjusted the straps of your bra throwing on a short baby pink night gown and silk robe. You tapped your lips making sure your tint was dry, thankfully it was. You smiled as your opened your door to show the man who had gotten ready to see.

Normally a man’s gaze would mean absolutely nothing to you. Not because you hated men, no you loved men. You loved men who were respectful and kind but were also good at fucking and pleasing you. Many partners in your life had led you to this man at your door. You let him inside helping as he removed the coat. He placed it on the rack behind you and took off his boots.

This man you had met at an event almost a year ago. You had quickly taken a liking to him and to make a king story short. One thing led to another and you were both in a closet hooking up. What was supposed to be a one-time thing turned into a year of one-time things.  He walked inside smiling heading to your couch. He sat down taking the remote in his hands. You raised a brow confused. He never sat down or “hung out” he always went straight to your bedroom and got undressed. You walked over to your couch prettier than ever and stood next to him. He kept his eyes on your flat screen that was mounted to the wall. He chuckled at the joke the actor made on the screen.

“Uh, Jaehyun-“ you began playing with the ends of your robe.

“Y/n come to sit down. Let’s watch a movie,” he said patting the couch. He grabbed a pillow for you and a nearby throw blanket to keep you warm and cozy. You liked Jaehyun, a lot but couldn’t date him. Your job didn’t allow you to. You were always busy whether it was flying across the country to design a dress or staying all day in your office working on clothes and dealing with money. Jaehyun simply helped pass the lonely nights that led into the bright morning.

Jaehyun knew this. You told him after your second time together. He said he understood, you hoped that was still the same. You grabbed the blanket starting to feel exposed in your lingerie. You sat down removing your slippers and getting somewhat comfortable. He had played a comedy and continued to laugh at the jokes the actors told. He glanced over at you as you sat down. “This movie is great. Have you seen it?” He asked manspreading. He became more comfortable on your beige-colored couch. Throwing his arms over the sides of the sofa. You smiled nodding unsure of what to do from here. “How come you don’t want to move this to my room?” You asked biting your lips. He sighed, “If we go there we can’t watch the movie,” he said barely even sparring you a glance. You pouted curling your feet to your side and facing the tv. “I don’t want to watch a movie, Jae. I want to go upstairs” you said crawling over to him. You peeled back the white fluffy blanket and straddled him placing yourself directly on his cock. He hissed feeling your throbbing pussy directly on his slowly hardening dick. You slowly but hard grinded into him blocking his view of the tv. “Y/n please…” he pleaded holding your waist. His hands gripped onto your hips moving your body against his.

“We can’t…” he tried to say big you were persistent. You continued your small threats of abuse on his clothed cock. Pushing yourself further down to feel his tip rub against you through his dark jeans. Her hands fell down his toned stomach to his black belt. You started unbuckling it but were stopped by Jaehyun.

“We can’t,” he said softly removing your hand and placing it at your side. He easily picked you up and placed you back down on the couch. He could feel your stares on him. He played with his fingers in silence pouting his lips. “I just want to chill tonight-“ You stood up in front of him confused.

“You mean to tell me that I’m standing right here practically throwing myself at you and you're saying no?!” You asked placing your arms on your hips. Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle at your cuteness. You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest. Looking at him up and down you poked the inside of your mouth with your tongue.

“You think this is funny?” You asked. He sighed shaking his head. “No I think it’s cute,” he said watching your face change. He’s never called you that before, he’s never really called you anything except by your name. He wasn’t your boyfriend or husband so he didn’t have to use pet names with you. But now he was avoiding having sex with you and calling you cute, what’s gotten me to him?

You poured still standing in front of him. He stood up standing tall before you. He leaned down pecking your lips softly. You closed your eyes savoring the kiss. You opened your eyes to Jaehyun’s arms still holding the arms that crossed your body.

“Jae we not supposed to kiss-“ you began before he cut you off with a much longer kiss. He let go staring into your eyes. Your shocked expression makes him chuckle. He pulled you closer sitting on the couch and pulling you into his lap. Your legs swing over the side of his and arms wrapped around his neck.

You didn’t want to look at anything else, just him. Mesmerized by the way his brown eyes glowed in the lowly lightroom. How his plumped pink lips sat so perfectly on his face ready to be kissed and sucked on. His soft brown hair framed his face ever so well. Your hand couldn’t help but find its way to his thick locks. You moved some strands away. He closed his eyes briefly relaxing under your warm touch. “You kissed me,” you said cussing him to wake back up. He nodded holding you close to him.

“Twice,” he said.

“Why?” You asked. “We have a rule-“

“A dumb rule. I don’t like the rule or any of our rules. I want to be with you, I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said staring deeply into your eyes. His confession made your heart flutter. You had always wanted to be his. In your dreams, you’ve seen him and it’s splendid. You both fall in love and get married, have babies. But in reality, this moment here was temporary. You went to move away to hide in your room but Jaehyun held you.

“I will make time for you. I will be able to be with you,” he said reassuring you. You sighed deciding to take a chance and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was warm and gentle. He placed a hand around your head and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You fixed your position swinging a leg around his bottom half sitting directly on his cock again grinding against him. The kiss becomes hot and needy. He groaned into your mouth as you pushed your hips forward adding to the friction.

“Let me have you. Let me fuck you like your my girlfriend,” he said desperately holding onto you.

His fingers crept up the sides of your body his fingertips grazing your skin. You sighed into his touch and he watched your every movement. Kept his eyes focused on you and only you waiting for your response. You nodded biting your lip not being to control yourself anymore, you needed him right now. You leaned down and kissed him grabbing his face. He complied taking hold of you. “Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear you say it,” he said against your plush lips.

“Yes Jaehyun, I want you,” you said looking deeply into his eyes. He smiled taking his lips with yours. Easily he lifted you both from the couch the movie long forgotten. He carried you to your bedroom opening the door with his feet. He sat down on your bed you still wrapped around his waist. You pushed him down continuing your movements below your waist, your hips rutting against his. He slipped the baby pink silk robe off your skin letting the expensive garment fall to the ground. His fingers slipped the straps down of your dress that barely covered your ass. His hands slid down your body and grabbed hold of your ass molding it in his large hands. You held onto his strong bicep pausing for a moment and looking into his eyes.

“Jae…” your voice just above a whisper. “Yes,” he said deeply drunk off you. Your eyes wandered to his covered chest. You played with the zipper of his hoodie shyly. “I want to feel you. I don’t want you to wear a condom,” you said moving your iris up and looking into his. His face was a mixture of mischief and disbelief. You always made sure he wore a condom, always being hundred percent careful. You made sure you were always on the pill, which you still are. Before he got too excited he sat up holding you close to him. His hand pressed in the small of your back so you wouldn’t slip.

“You sure?” He asked. You nodded biting your lip. “Yes,” you responded. That was the only confirmation he needed from you. He pulled you into a heated kiss poking his tongue at your bottom lip and silently asking for your permission. You allowed him in running your hands through his hair. He flipped you both over hovering on top of you. Pulling the nighty off you and throwing it to the side next to the discarded robe. He removed his sweater beginning to feel hot. His arms are exposed to the room and you from his t-shirt.

He kissed down your neck, down the valley of your breast stopping to pull them out and suck on your nipple. Abusing it with his tongue and using his other hand to mold the flesh. You moaned at the warm feeling he gave you from his tongue sucking and licking your nipple. Your hand ran through his brown locks and even pulled on the hairs causing him to groan against your skin. He continued his assault down your stomach reaching the pretty little pink panties you wore. He smirked, he loved you in pink more than anything.

“So pretty,” he praised kissing your inner thighs and sucking on the thick skin. He inched his lips closer to your spot of desperate need. Placing a kiss over your silk panties wasn’t enough of you. Whining from above silently begging him to rip the panties off you and devour you. He used his tongue to suck and lick you above your panties spreading your legs for him. The panties barely concealing your pussy at this point. His tongue creates circles around your clothed clit. You moaned a mixture of pleasure and frustration. He was taking his absolute most time with you savoring every memory and flavor from your lips to your pussy.

“Baby, do you want my mouth?” He asked teasingly kissing around your pussy lips. You hated begging but had no choice. He loved hearing you fall apart under him making you for a moment feel what he felt when he was around you. Around you he’d do just about anything you say, he beg you for pretty much anything you didn’t allow him. Like when he begged for months to eat your pussy and you finally said yes. You looked so pretty under and above him, he’d happily live the rest of his life that way with those views of you.

You nodded furiously puffing out your lips. He smirked chuckling, “Baby use your words. You have such pretty lips, use them,” he said wiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yes,” you said staring down at him. He smirked to himself bringing his hand back down your body. His finger slid over every part of your body including your perked nipple. He yanked the panties off you, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the side. You didn’t even protest watching the expensive garment fly away. You instead focused on the man who spread you wide and prepped you with small kitten licks on your clit.

“Jaehyun please,” you begged one of your hands finding your breast and the other his hair. He held your legs down with one hand wrapping them around your waist and he used the other to spread you open. Your pussy lips moved to the side he flicked his index finger over your bundle of nerves watching as your face changed with every flick and lick. Your brows furrowed when his fingers began to move faster on your nub rubbing it in circles. His tongue slipped into your tight hole. Slipping his wet and warm tongue in and out of you as his fingers continued to abuse your clit.

His abuse only continued with every moan and hair pull you did. Giving him the green light to keep going he was on a roll. Devouring you like it was his last meal he licked and sucked every inch of your pussy making sure to get every single drop of you. He watched the way your hole clenched around the air and then his finger. The way your wetness dripped out of you drooling out of your pussy. He groaned at the sight humping the mattress below him slowly losing the focus to control. The problem in his pants only growing larger. He removed the hand from your waist and slid it down his body. Removing his jeans with ease since you had undid his belt he pulled out his dick.

He pumped himself letting out a hum in satisfaction as he got off to you. You unaware continued to get off his glorious tongue and fingers. “Jae I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. For the first time in a while, he picked up his mouth from your lips. His finger still rubbing hard and fast circles. You looked down meeting his dark lustful eyes. Your liquids glistened on his lips and chin. His hair was disheveled sticking out on different parts of his beautiful head. You licked your lips at the sight of him letting your head fall back as your elbows supported you. You loved watching him eat you, it always gave you a boost of confidence to see him completely fall apart even though you begged him to touch you.

“Good girl baby,” he said moving his tongue back into you and looking his eyes with yours. You both held the contact until you came messily all over his mouth and tongue. He didn’t even wipe his lips. He licked around them tasting every bit of you and making sure nothing went to waste. He slowly licked every drop from your pussy aware of how sensitive you were. You whined and squealed your clit was too sensitive, even the small gust of air made you squeal. Jaehyun used to mouth to clean you not quite finished with you yet.

Still pumping himself he hovered over you. You leaned up pulling him down to kiss you deeply. He held the back of your head deepening the kiss you shared. When he let go you bit your lip watching as he pumped his hard red cock in his hands. “Did you cum?” You asked keeping your eyes on one of the most gifted parts of his body. He shook his head watching as you watched him. His bottom lip fell from his top mouth slightly open letting out a low groan when you touched him. “Not yet,” he said. You pushed him back taking his cock from his hands. “I want to ride you,” you said sliding on his cock that now lay flat on his stomach. Your pussy sliding again this cock jerking it felt much better than your hand. He liked your hand but he’ll always prefer your pussy.

Groaning his hands placed themselves on your sides helping you gain friction against him. Your clit met his tip with every stroke you made against him. “Let me fuck you, baby, please. Let me feel you,” he begged watching your eyes and then watching where the head of cock disappeared into the shadow of your folds. Your hands removed themselves from his chest moving your body up and hovering yourself over his dick.

Grabbing the base you slid down both of you covered in his precum and your wetness. You slid in easily both of you letting out sighs in relief moaning when you fit all of him inside you.

You began to ride him rutting your hips. His head falls back the sound of skin slapping surrounding your bedroom. He gripped onto your hips holding you steady and flexing himself quickly. You moaned out loud as his dick moved in and out of you. You held onto his shoulders turning your head to see the view below you. His cock slams into you. Your mouth falls open as more curses and moans spilled out of your throat. “Fuck Jae,” you cursed as you turned back to him. His eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight pussy clenching against him.

“If you keep so that baby I’ll cum,” he groaned warning you. He continued to make beautiful noises underneath you. Grinding your hips against his he bit his lip trying to find a place to lay his eyes. Your breast spilled out of your bralette, your mouth fell open and your pussy sucked up his cock. He had so many places to look and feel. He reached back removing your pink bralette letting it fall on the side of the bed. He flipped you both over spreading your legs. Pumping himself he slid his dick back inside you. Wrapping your legs around him he trusted in hard and fast.

“Fuck Y/n keep squeezing me. I’m gonna cum,” he said rutting his hips his pelvis hitting your clit deliciously. His fingers found your clit rubbing the nub in quick circles. Your back arched off your bed. He leaned forward capturing your lips with his and swallowing your moans. He continued fucking you and circling your clit. Your arms wrapped around him scratching his back. Your nails burned his skin but he could care less. The scars would be great memories for tomorrow. “Fuck Jae I’m cumming,” you whined your pussy tightening around him. “Fuck baby girl come on, cum for me,” he said feeling himself also slowly falling apart being sucked by your velvet walls.  Jaehyun watched your face closely as you came hard for a second time tonight. Jaehyun continued to Fuck you riding out your high and quickly reaching his. You clenched around him tightly and he tried to hold for as long as he couldn’t but you felt so good around him, he couldn’t help it. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath slowly moving his hips in and out of you watching his cum mix with your juices. Some even slip out of your and fall down your leg.

You felt wet and sticky but also tired and satisfied. You lay back on your bed your eyes shut for a moment chest heaving up and down. Jaehyun slowly pulled out of you bending down to suck your pussy. You squirmed still sensitive from your high. You pushed his head away giggling and he chuckled sending you a small. His lips, chin, chest, and dick are wet and covered with your slick. He stood up his side becoming limp as he walked to the bathroom.

He returned with a warm towel bringing it to your pussy to clean you up. He also used a wipe to clean your face and body making sure you didn’t feel sticky anymore. He cleaned himself after he cleaned you. “Y/n…” he began standing before you on the side of your bed. You didn’t move just hummed, too tired to get up. “Yes?” You asked when you heard nothing but his silence.

He sighed, “I was serious about it before. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend,” you sat up on your bed the towel barely covering your body. “Jae…”

“Listen I know you're busy with your designs but I want to be with you,” he said sincerely. You sighed running a hand through your hair. You rubbed your temples shaking your head. “You know what yes. Let’s be together, but if I get cranky from working a long time don’t get mad!” You said. Jaehyun smiled showing his teeth and his dimples on display.

He walked over to you engulfing you in a hug. Taking in his embrace you let him hold you tightly. He placed small kisses on your shoulder and face his smile never fading. You couldn’t hold back your smile either giggling under his touch.

“I promise to make you happy and take care of your needs,” he said kissing you softly. Your lips lingered against his your lashes dusting your cheeks. “Don’t make a promise Jae. Just do what you’ve been doing and don’t stop,” you said kissing him again.

Fin

Hope you enjoyed this imagine. Stay tuned for more work I will continue to create in the future! Also my vampire short is almost done! I’m really excited to post it soon :)

[everthewip]

A WIP chapter for my Skyrim fic that has been on hiatus for a hot minute. I was honestly rereading it recently and there was a lot of cringing at past me's writing. Not enough that I'd change and rewrite it, though, at least not anytime soon. Warning for semi-NSFW topics?? I guess? Nothing detailed.

Loredas, 1st of Sun's Dusk In the early morning, moving down the mountain and away from Ivarstead, the air was warmer and pleasant; at least compared to High Hrothgar. Less snow hindered our way and eventually faded, exposing bare earth beneath our boots. The grass did not thrive as it might in warmer seasons, but at least it was not frozen beneath layers of white. It was the cypress trees that were the most beautiful and refreshing change, however. After days of nothing but mist and rock and snow, I could barely keep my eyes from drifting up toward those vibrant limbs; the golden leaves were almost a reflection of Celeon’s hair and eyes. During one of our rests, the High Elf sat against a tree trunk and napped. A leaf, plucked by the wind, fell tenderly onto his head, blending into the warm locks as easily as rain blends with a river. Celeon helped ease the burdens of travel. His chatter was unending, but I found myself growing fonder of his tales. Visions of adventure beyond Skyrim’s borders distracted from the ache in my feet and helped pass the time. In return, I offered what few stories I had of life in the city. They were dull, compared to his, but Celeon’s enthusiasm for them made me feel like the grandest weaver of words.

The weather chilled the closer we came to Kynesgrove. One night the sky was dark, snow clouds hiding the stars. The flakes drifted down, gentle and lovely, but they promised much colder nights going forward and I could find no pleasure in their beauty. Celeon kept our campfire burning, but after several days through the Rift it seemed like nothing could keep me warm. We retired early that night, the heat of his magic and body beside me somehow more comforting than the fire. “I must know,” he began as we lay there, neither weary enough to sleep. He was on his back, watching the roof of our tent, but as usual I lay on my side and faced away from him. “In Solitude, did you ever have any... surprising and shocking patrons?” I could hear the teasing in his voice. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Of course you do!” The blanket shifted as he turned to face me and with reluctance I followed suit. It was dark in the tent, but I could still see him; the glint in his eyes was unmistakable. “Why do you want to know?” “Because I’m bored, I’m not ready to sleep, and this topic is of interest to me.” “Oh I’m sure it is. Well, no, all of my patrons were boring little men.”

He exhaled a dramatic sigh and flopped back, flat against his bedroll. “I don’t believe you. I bet you had countless noblemen who risked scandal to have you in their beds.” “Noble or not, they were all still boring little men.” “And women?” “A few... less boring, I suppose.” He turned to face me again and I knew I’d made a mistake. “Well now you have to tell me!”

It was my turn to sigh, to which Celeon grinned; he knew he'd won.

“I don't have to tell you anything,” I reminded him while his eyes gloated in the darkness. “Ugh, fine… You know of Maven Black-Briar?”

His eyes grew round as twin suns. “You can't be serious! The Black-Briar matriarch of the family who brews the best damn mead in all of Skyrim? You're having a go at me, you have to be.”

It was a rare delight to see the disbelief in his pretty features.

“She came all the way to Solitude once. Didn't come to Gileva's herself, but sent someone. Gileva thought I'd be a good pick.”

“And?” Celeon propped himself up by his elbow, eying me eagerly.

“And, she fucked me. The end.”

“Uuughh,” he groaned, tilting his head back in his over-dramatic way. “Details, Eishilde, details! Or would you rather I tell you about my most interesting trysts?”

He quirked a brow, eyes back on me, and I rolled mine in return. I absolutely did not want to hear about his lovemaking. Not that it really mattered to me, but Celeon would over-embellish his tales and probably offer more details than anyone needed.

“She was fond of rope, lots of it, and was just as wicked in bed as I've heard she can be in person. Now that's all you're getting and no, I don't want to hear your own stories.”

With that I rolled back over, unable to handle his gaze any longer. Fortunately he exhaled a chuckle and I felt him shift, laying back again to stare elsewhere.

“Rope, huh? Did you enjoy it?”

“My skin was sore the next day.”

“That doesn't answer my question...”

“It was work, Celeon. I enjoyed the coin I got, that's all. What does it matter anyway?”

“Oh, no reason, just curious...”

We were quiet for a few long moments, and despite it all my thoughts drifted back to that night I'd been bought by the matriarch. I hadn't liked the woman, but she hand't been the worst.

“Maven Black-Briar...” Celeon muttered beside me, exhaling a breathy chuckle; his thoughts clearly in the same place as mine.

“If you start touching yourself in this tent, then I'm kicking you out into the snow.”

He laughed, so loud I nearly kicked him out anyway.

[geometricalien]

Akashi is the #1 A-list actor who's currently on the rise. With many audiences adoring him & plenty of critics praising his performances in every award-winning film he starred in, he's basically set for life in Hollywood. But when a scandal breaks out involving him having an affair with a married person, his career is threatened to tank down. His only choice to save himself is to stage a (fake) romance & release a statement to the press to dispute said scandal.

Furihata is a former child star who now works as a regular office worker. Having been exposed to the dark side of the entertainment industry when he was 12, he's more than happy to live a normal life & stay away from the spotlight permanently.

But after meeting with Akashi when Furihata was at the wrong place & at the wrong time, he has no choice but to step on the center of the stage & face the cameras again for one last take...

When I first read this I was so excited- you said the magic word- actor AU plus fake dating! Actors fake dating <3 !! And then I thought more about this and what dark side of the film industry this could mean. And it really could be any number of things like seeing a close work colleague give into drugs and alcohol, developing an eating disorder, or even sexual assault by executives or what not... and that's deserves extra thought.

Whichever dark side Furihata would've seen is really up to personal taste, whichever you feel most comfortable writing because each of them will require extensive care. Presuming this would be from Furihata's pov, this event was such a big life changer that it will always be at the back of his mind, influencing his life. I would never fully address it until a pivotal intimate moment between him and Akashi. Personally I'd go with the last one because it's A) the only one I could actually write and B) makes narrative sense with Furihata's character- after the event being unable to perform infront of said executive and unable to stop his nerves dropping out of the production and the spot light is just the next logical step. And it could be a legal action pursued later on by Akashi's legal team.

Second thing my brain is latching on to- AKASHI IS SOMEONE'S MISTER!? I needed time to conceptualize that. He's been in my head as demisexual for years that I needed to rewire my brain a bit jdksaflj Like, whomist even would it be??? Obviously someone else from the industry and probably someone he worked with somewhat recently but- who? It could be just a faceless character but since this is a character that launches them into this act I would rather have it be an OC than that but if it could be a character from the series (or any other sports anime) who would it be?

God this is hard, gotta consider who would be sleazy enough to cheat and/or who would have a compelling dynamic with Akashi.

From knb I'm leaning to Mayuzumi (but he doesn't even seem to like Akashi, but that smex though) or Nijimura- who would bring in more drama later on because I feel like he and Akashi could've had a solid relationship and genuinely liked each other.

From other sports anime... hmm... maybe Semi or Konoha from hq? Those are smooth cool hot guys who are reliable, kinda in the same vein as Nijimura.

Any way god yes please, im obsessed with this already! I'm feeling like Furihata starred in a major horror film in his youth like the kid from sixth sense.

idk why but im getting major- "oh hi, we ran into each other at the same convience store at 2 am." maybe Furi asked for a picture, Akashi said yes. Akashi exits first and is bombarded by a couple of paparazzi both asking about the images of him leaving XXX's house earlier tonight. Akashi quickly realizing "shit, that's why his publicist had been calling him." And behind him Furihata comes out of the store and before he can edge away from the cameras Akashi grabs his hand and gives him these fucking adoring eyes. "Are you ready, dear?" and just the mental projection of please go along with this. And of course, Furihata is a smart observant cookie. He heard the commotion outside, he knows the pressure from press and fans, and he sympathizes, however its just a little too late for this out of job actor. Akashi leans forward and presses a kiss to his cheek and whispers "play along" as he pulls back. And Akashi turns to the paparazzi saying something like, "My Kouki is a huge fan of XXX and he asked me to get his autograph before we wrapped up the film but I forgot. I couldn't return to him without it and that's why I had to make a visit so late." but more eloquently jfdklsajf

NOW Furihata has to deal with an A lister kissing his cheek and knowing his FIRST name- and not react in total shock. But he can't entirely hide his reaction so he leans into it. He turns into Akashi's body, hiding himself from the cameras but his red ears are clearly visible. He makes sure his shaky voice is just loud enough for the photographers to hear, "Y-you know I don't like cameras..."

Matched in volume, Akashi whispers back, "Of course. Excuse us. We must get going." He leads him back to the unmarked black car on the street a little down. And as they walk away Furihata makes sure to once again say in a natural voice that they can hear, "You didn't have to mention how much a superfan I am of XXX. It's so embarrassing."

All the while these two paparazzi are taking pictures until the car is out of sight and turn to each other like- "that guy looks familiar right? What did Akashi say his name was? Kouki?"

and boom- Furihata is once again entangled in the industry and more importantly in one Akashi motherfucking Seijuurou

[unholyfms]

UNHOLYFMS EVENT 002: ARCANUM NIGHTS

Glass House has invited its favorite angels and demons of Los Angeles' elite to celebrate their 65th anniversary upholding their definition of divinity by being one of the most sought after memberships in the city. They have handpicked residents of the city of angels to be in attendance to ring in another decade adorned with delicately crafted drinks, cuisine, and performances.  However, this isn't just any party. Glass House is known for how difficult it is to get a membership because of how they regard their guests with exits no flashing camera has access to and secret events only members are privy to. Though, a scandal is underway as the new management of the restaurant and club has been selling in-house photos and even selling temporary passes as a way to gain more cash under the table. On July 28th, their anniversary may be their end as well as the reputation of those in attendance as their secrets will be exploited as evidence that even the mighty have dirt under their fingernails, and even they can fall. What hangs in the balance is if they can survive the crash when their reputation takes a strike.

SUMMARY: Glass House is hosting their 65th anniversary celebration by inviting all their members to be in attendance. The restaurant and clubhouse is known for its privacy and difficulty to snag a membership, as its built to ensure security and privacy for all those who are apart of it. However, there's been staff selling secrets and as a way of exposing that just because you're a member you're not better than anyone else, they'll be outing secrets of all guests. The project has been in the works for weeks as soon as the guest list was made. Throughout the night, secrets will be revealed throughout the venue despite not being attached to a particular name. It's up to those in attendance to either ignore it, tear it down, but above all else not let the paranoia ruin their night. 

IC INFORMATION

If your muse would not have a membership with Glass House, feel free to plot them being a plus one with another muse who is a member or an NPC! Most members of Glass House are socialites and those with prominent and prolonged careers in the Hollywood scene such as A-list actors, award-winning musicians, critically acclaimed authors, etc. 

Guests are able to enter the venue without any interruptions from paparazzi's with private entrances.

Attire for the event is semi-formal, such as suits and cocktail dresses. 

The event will take place in-character Friday, July 28th from 9 PM to 2 AM. 

Descriptions of the Glass House Venue are the following: Located in Beverly Hills, the Glass House lounge is hidden behind iron gates covered in wisteria and monstera plants. Ring the bell, present your card, and you may enter without a single interruption of someone trying get a peek. Go up the iron staircase, and this is where the fun begins. You have access to a balcony overseeing a courtyard full of lush plants and a pool with cerulean blue tile. The courtyard is surrounded by three floors you can venture out to whether its the exclusive spa, meditation rooms, or other private lounges that will mostly be open for guests for the event. The stage faces north and the bar can be found across the way.

OOC INFORMATION

The event will take place out of character from Thursday, July 27th at 8 PM EST to Sunday, August 6th at 11 PM EST. Non event threads may continue past the end date, but no new event event threads should be created past the end date.

Participation is mandatory for all muses, so feel free to plot with each other how to be in attendance whether it's a plus-one, working the event to sneak in, or membership to Glass House! 

Please submit three secrets pertaining to your character that would be a possible threat to their reputation by Wednesday, July 26th at 8 PM EST. Admins will choose which to reveal, but your character's name will not be directly connected to it. This is mandatory for the event. 

The manner in which these secrets will be revealed will be posted to the main with three secrets every two days. Some of these secrets will be projected as part of the decor such as faceless photo that seems eerily familiar, text messages printed on napkins accessible to everyone at the venue, conversations featured as overlay on the DJs remix, etc. 

Please post your character's attire for the event and tag it as #unholy.event !

You can post starters pertaining to your muse enjoying themselves at the event and then build upon a secret they find themselves witnessing the reveal of, a direct reveal of their own secret (once it's been posted on the main), or even a self para if you want to go deep into how your character feels!

All characters must remain at the venue the entire event unless stated otherwise in an event update post on the main. 

[thebadboyfanclub]

After You Little Pet (Aegon x Reader)

I think this has got to be one of my favourite ones that I have written, if anyone has a “semi evil seductress” imagine in their heads do not hesitate to send it my way, also I would advice “god is a woman” with this

“A beautiful healthy princess”

The wet nurse declared as she passed the babe to Rhaenyra who was already shedding tears of joy at the sight of her small child.

“(Y/n) Targaryen, you are destined for great things”

-

(Y/n) was often called, “the realms gift”, she was blessed with the Targaryen genes yet her characteristics were more sharp than usual, her nose resembled the one that princess Alyssa was known for and her eyes were dark blue like the winter ocean, of course the princess was spoiled since she came out the womb, she was the future of the Targaryen line. (Y/n) was her mothers daughter, her pride and courageous spirit meant that she aspired to be the best at everything and anything she could get her hands on, the unquenchable thirst for knowledge was strong.

(Y/n) was the only child of Rhaenyra that was a result of her beddings with her lord husbands Laenor, her existence strengthened her mothers claim for her sons parentage being legitimate. It kept the greens astray for some time since (y/n) was Rhaenyras heir it meant that there was no accusations of “bastard blood”.

However the family was aware that if the greens searched for an accusation to hold against them they could easily find it, first of all was the claim of Jacaerys being the heir of driftmark.

“What if I were to wed Aegon?”

“(Y/n) it is not time to jest”

“That is why I am not”

“Aegon would never wed someone from our family, his mother has poisoned his mind since a toddler”

“Who said anything about force?”

-

Aegon was one of the easiest targets, years of studying people and the obsession with strategy benefited her tremendously, what also helped her was that Aegon was rather handsome, his pouty lips and mischievous gaze intrigued her.

She had Aegons attention the second she waltzed in for dinner wearing a rather “scandalous” choice of clothing and chose to take a seat next to her uncle Aegon, when (y/n) sat down Aegon was hit with her intoxicating scent of caramel, the alluring smell combined with her the exposed skin was enough to set his crotch on fire as he shuffled in his seat to save himself from the embarrassment.

She talked his ear off all night along with allowing her hand to rest on his and even caressing his bicep when she gawked at him and threw a few compliments at him that Aegons fragile ego desperately needed to feed on, she was a delight and he had not seen anything yet.

Aegon was getting ready to sneak out his room and find a whore that somewhat resembled (y/n) with the lights off when he opened the door and was met with (y/n), the lady gasped at the “sudden swig on the door” and stared at Aegon with a guilty look written all over her face remaining silent for a minute.

“I-I got lost”

“Outside my doorstep?”

“I… thought it was my chamber”

“Interesting choice on nightwear princess (y/n), are you sure you were not looking for someone?”

(Y/n) knew exactly where she was she had spend most of her childhood running inside the castle but what good will that do if she admitted that? No, Aegon had to feel like he was the one corrupting her. (Y/n)s face turned red at the accusation as her eyes focused on the ground, in the meantime she clasped her hands together in front of her at a nervous manner.

“T-that is all my servants packed”

“Oh for Gods sake”

(Y/n) yelped at how Aegon grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside his chamber, she didn’t know he had it in him. Aegon pressed (y/n)s back against the wall as he collided his body with hers, the thin material of her nightgown did not protect her from the predatory eyes her uncle held as he scanned her, his breath hitting her face as it turned heavy from lust.

“Don’t be coy, you went out looking for something, what do you need little pet?”

He whispered in her ear seductively, (y/n) bit her lip to seem conflicted, if she was honest Aegon was arousing her, the sense of his hands slowly roamed her body earned him a hushed moan from the princess as he was waiting for her to give him what he desires

“I shouldn’t have come here”

“But you did little pet”

“Don’t call me that”

“Why? Does it excite you?”

“Y-yes”

Her stutter showed him her squeamishness, her morals fighting inside her mind as her body craved one thing while her head was telling her something else, it made Aegon think he is in control.

“Such pretty lips you have I wonder if the others match”

“I do not understand”

“Of course you don’t but do not fret, I will show you”

Aegon planted a kiss on her lips so intense that (y/n) was taken a back for a moment, he lifted her nightgown to brush his fingertips against her naked flesh and wrap one of her legs around him for easier access, (y/n) moaned at the feeling of his crotch grinding on hers, a foolish little boy that allowed her to so easily wrap strings around his limps, he was her puppet.

Once he pulled her undergarments and held his member in his hand (y/n) shoved him away with all her might, her hands covered her exposed breasts as she tried to catch her breath.

“No, no this is not right”

“Come on little pet”

“No I will not be able to wed Cregan if I… no”

And with that little slip up of absolutely fabricated information she put on her undergarment and rushed out of his chamber. Aegon stood dumbfounded, she was to wed Cregan Stark? No, that could not be she would have to move to the north, he would lose her forever.

The next morrow queen Alicent summoned Rhaenyra and her daughter, (y/n) sat next to her mother while she quickly took a few glances over at Aegon, blushing every time she did so. When queen Alicent announced (y/n)s betrothal to Aegon the young girl looked up at the prince with eyes full of joy, she bit her bottom lip to “hide her grin” before her eyes went back to staring at the floor.

“It would be an honour your grace”

She had mumbled in a humble manner. Everything went according to her and Rhaenyras plan, the event was one for the history books as Aegon was seen smiling at his radiant bride before they quickly disappeared from their own feast, Aegon could not wait any longer.

They had stayed in bed for a full week, learning each others bodies morrow, evening and night, Aegon was infatuated by his wife, such a “innocent” creature she was to him as she whimpered, she played her part better than anyone.

The act of a maiden gone mad was the best idea she ever had, allowing him to “corrupt” her while escorting her to the unbefitting road of silk, (y/n) had hid behind Aegon while entering, to coy to even peep at the whores, Aegon felt on top of the world as he bend her over behind taverns with a hand over her mouth to cover her moans.

A while later (y/n) assumed authority, making Aegon believe he was tasting the fruits of his hard labour, riding him while he held on to her dragon grey ghost up in the sky, spreading her legs while sitting at the stoned balcony, fucking at the stable, if Aegon could fulfil his fantasies and urges with his wife there was no need to for pleasure house.

“This sight will never get old”

“I hope so, we have the rest of our lives for me to ride you”

(Y/n) purred in her husbands ear, her hips moving in the motion of the ocean leaving Aegon a moaning mess

“Princess!”

“What?! What is it that cannot wait?!”

“My apologies princess for interrupting but it is urgent”

(Y/n) was with her exposed back against the door that the intruder had barged in from and put a halt in the coupling of Aegon and (y/n). Aegon chuckled at her frustration, Aegon did not care if his own father walked in during the act the only reason he stopped is because she has stopped.

(Y/n) huffed out a breath in between her hands gathering the white sheet to somewhat wrap it around herself leaving her husband bare, Aegon once again did not notice nor fussed about him being nude, he just sat up with his hair being a mess to follow (y/n) with his eyes as she walked to the servant girl whom passed a small piece of paper to (y/n), the princess carefully opened it to unravel the reason behind this abrupt end of their bedding.

“Thank you Talya, for your troubles”

She whispered to the woman before she passed a pouch of dragon coins to the girl that scurried away. As the servant girl disappeared Aegon expected to have his wife back on his bed, on the contrary the princess moved around the room to dress herself with her flying armour causing, aegon drew his bottom lip between his teeth as his clearly upset wife muttered to herself

“Would you like to share with your husband what has gotten into you? Well except me of course-“

“Your father is dead”

“What?”

“We must go, now”

Queen Alicent might have lord Larry’s, (y/n) had majority of the servants on her side, “you could learn anything if you can pay the price” her mother always said, (y/n) was known for her generosity in exchange of reports about what has been said around every corner of the castle.

The unfortunate news of the kings death first reached (y/n)s ears before it reached the queen, (y/n) was no fool her grandsires death was inevitable, she had made peace with losing her beloved Viserys who had protected her mother with his last breath, she would be damned if she let his hard work spoil over the begrudged hightowers, she wouldn’t go down without a fight

“Go where?”

“Dragon stone, if we fly we will be there before dawn my mother will grand us asylum”

“We cannot leave, what are you on about?”

“Aegon think about this, if we stay your mother will demand for you to be crowned king, a concept she has openly discussed with you since you could talk, we are not safe here anymore”

“You’ve planned this, haven’t you?”

It was the first time that Aegon saw through (y/n)s goals, (y/n) grew quiet for a couple of moments as Aegon scanned his wives face with his eyebrows furrowed, was she betraying him? What was her scheme? Is she trying to protect him.

“I love you Aegon and I want us to be happy, we cannot prevail here under your mothers and your grandfathers cloak as they parade around the castle like they own it, I am leaving, will you follow me?”

(y/n) had spoken the truth, she had grown to love Aegon, although his obsession with wine was something she despised Aegon was a good match that kept her youthful and she relished the flame that burned for one another, she also did not wish for a war to begin within the Targaryen family, it would be the beginning of the end for their bloodline as hundreds of lives would be lost, she did not want that blood in her hands.

Aegon had managed to shock her when he jumped out of their bed and squeezed (y/n) in a hug, Aegon always scoffed at the talk of being king, his father never wished for that and he had never seen himself being able to carry such responsibility, to be the face of the realm.

“I would follow you to ends of the world”

“Aegon I was hoping we could discuss this at a different time under better circumstances but… I do not want our child to come into our world in the midst of a war”

(Y/n)s words left Aegon speechless, (y/n) had never told him that ever since the wedding she had made sure to get her moontea served to her every morning, it was the reason she woke up before him, if they were to have kids it would be when (y/n) felt ready not when the small council asked for it.

One part of her withheld that information as a surprise, his nameday was approaching so she had thought what better gift than their first love child, the other part of her would rather skin herself alive than allow the greens to take her mothers birthright, with that announcement (y/n) had ensured nothing would stand in her mothers way.

Grey ghost and sunfyre were always saddled, the coupled had grown a habit of flying at odd hours of the night, searching for new places to visit and secluded areas they could lay naked and moan without fear.

“Gods be good, please tell you are not jesting”

“Aegon, we must go, now!”

“Lead the way princess”

(y/n) and Aegon ran with their hands intertwined down to the dragon pit,(y/n) prayed internally that they make it up in the sky before Alicent sends guards after them, naturally the knight sworn to (y/n) followed them close by to protect the princess, he had been chosen by Rhaenyra herself so they could be certain that when the time comes he would risk his life if it meant (y/n) made it to Dragonstone safely.

When they could finally see their dragons both of them puffed out a breath from the ease at their nerves this brought, (y/n) took only one step towards her dragon before Aegon pulled his princess by the waist to give one last kiss in her lips, he never wished to rule or be called a king.

“My precious wife, I must admit this is a thrill I never expected to experience”

“What running from your mother so she won’t get the chance to slaughter my family?”

“Precisely, it was about time someone else got to witness her cruelty besides me”

(Y/n) laughed at the slight jab Aegon landed on his mother, (y/n) had expected Aegon to go through some type of sadness when Viserys passed, she had left out the part that Aegon and Viserys were never close, the king was engulfed by grief that none of Alicents children could mend.

Aegon was never the smartest one still he was sharp enough to recognise that his wife belonged on the throne, he was perfectly content with being the king consort, besides having a crown on your head only means the world is on your shoulders and Aegon planned to be her safe haven, the shoulders (y/n) could lean on or put her legs on depending on how she craved to be assisted by him.

“As much as I would love for you to ride sunfyre while I ride you we do not have the time for that”

“correct me if I am wrong, we have yet to cross dragon stone out of the map”

“Such an eager little thing”

She joked before she ran away for his reach to go to her dragon at the same time Aegon mirrored her steps with Sunfyre, they gave each other one nod in unison before they commanded their dragons to fly, the thrill of that lift off from the ground would never burn out, to see the castle from a higher angle compels them to feel untouchable, mayhaps that is why the small folk say the Targaryens are closer to Gods than to men, it was their dragons that were gracious enough to let them get a sense of the clouds.

“Come along dear Aegon, it is time to go home”

“Your wish is my command, after you little pet

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[myrulia]

"As you wish Master" - Kokushibou x Maid!Reader

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: With the help of Daki, you get dressed in an exposing maid outfit to service your one and only who comes home with a shock.

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Slight femdom, oral sex (male receiving), explicit, 18+

.｡.:*✧Word count: 1,520

Looking at yourself, you never would have imagined you would wear something so scandalous and let alone revealing, other than a pretty set of lingerie you bought yourself. Truth be told, nobody would have expected such a thing to adorn your skin, yet here you are standing in a rather exposing maid outfit that perfectly accentuates your breasts. It was short and barely covered your bottom, but the stockings that covered your legs did the job nicely. 

How did you obtain such an article of clothing? Nobody other than Daki assisted you of course. She has known of your relationship with the Upper Moon One the longest, and seeing as how the clothes she wears daily made it so that her chest was exposed 24/7, you figured going to her for your troubles was the best bet.

You just hoped that it would do the job correctly with what you intend to do for your one and only. You have been together for quite some time, and him being an Upper Moon meant busy nights most of the time, meaning that you did spend sickening amounts of it away from each other. So when you do get the chance to finally be alone and enjoy each other's embrace, you also do other things along the way.

Dressing in a maid outfit not being one of them.

Hearing the door to your bedroom open, you quickly rush to stand next to a rather luxurious chair, lowering your head in a respectful manner, yet speaking with a seductive tone. `` Welcome home, Master Kokushibou. ``

It was at that moment that the demon stopped in his tracks, standing in the door frame with such an astonished expression on his face that he had absolutely nothing to say. The way the lace stockings on your push thighs caused them to slightly spill out, how your chest was perfectly accentuated and partially exposed to the chilled air of the room, your desirable gaze that would not leave his own. Needless to say, the entire set up went straight to his cock. 

The male slowly rid of his saya, dropping it in a random place and not taking his eyes off of you. For one, you have never seen such determination in his eyes, in defiance of his habitually stoic face, and seeing as how he slowly but surely approached you, you knew you had his attention wholly. `` Please allow yourself to become comfortable, Master. ``

Yet again, Kokushibou was taken aback by your semi-orders, although he followed them anyway and transitioned to sitting restfully, allowing himself to ease into the cushions accordingly. Of course, he does appreciate your efforts to relax his mind, but he still has a few questions, how could he not? He is not used to your more lustful behavior outside of sex. `` [Y/N], what is the meaning of this? ``

`` Why whatever do you mean? Can I not give the service my master deserves? ``

Your approach on the situation was to be as straightforward as possible, so moving behind the spiky haired male, you place your hands on his broad shoulders, slowly rubbing and soothing any tension he had in the first place, which seemingly worked. Kokushibou had nothing to give voice to, for he was simply enjoying the message that you were giving his oh so very tired body. Letting out a soft groan, he nods his head contented for you to continue, not minding anything at all by that point. `` It seems as though you are enjoying yourself, would you like me to move further down? ``

A hushed "yes" was all that came from his lips, so moving your hands down further, you slip them into his kimono top, beginning to soothingly ryb up and down his scared chest, earning yourself another low groan from the demon who was growing increasingly needy for your touch. The signs of sweat and the pulsing of the veins that your fingertips brushed against was all you needed in order for you to continue. `` Is there anything else you wish for me to do? I await your orders. `` 

`` Well aren't you being rather obedient for once? ``

`` Today is all about you, how could I not? `` 

`` You're usually the bratty type, I can see through your little game [Y/N]. ``

`` Me? Bratty? I don't recall that.. `` You spoke with lust laced in your tone, brushing your lips just against Kokushibou's ear, causing small shivers to emit from his spine at the contact. The tense feeling in his body rose as his cock struggled against the fabric of his hakama, desperately attempting to keep his composure. A hand of yours glided up to his face, tilting his chin so that he would be facing yours which had mischievousness written all over, your other hand moving down to mess with the hem of his hakama. His entire body stiffened under your touch, yet did not move an inch just to see how far you were willing to go, his eyes interlocked with yours the entire time.

With your small distraction, you tilted his head down this time, forcing him to watch as your hand quickly slid down the fabrics that covered his erection, paling the base of his shaft and using your other hand that was previously on his chin to run your fingers along the grooves of his toned chest. Like a chain reaction, a breathy moan escaped from the demon's esophagus, a few of his eyes threatening to close at the lewd sight of pre-cum spilling out onto your gloved hand, your thumb moving over his tip in a sensual manner, earning another groan. `` [Y/N, stop with the teasing immediately. ``

`` As you wish master, `` You replied and swiftly moved in between Kokushibou's legs, inching your face closer to his dick until your tongue licked along his entire underside and did not stop until every droplet of pre-cum was collected on your wet muscle. The sight was steamy to say the least, for you felt his cock twitch in your hands as you began to leisurely pump him slowly, a chain of breathy groans and barely audible moans came from your demon of a lover who watched your every move. `` I said- ngh- no more teasing. Don't make me repeat myself, darling. ``

Servicing him was your number one goal, so flicking your tongue over his hardened tip, you finally ease the male's length into your mouth, saliva escaping from your parted lips and gliding down his also hardened skin. With your throat adjusted, you rise and fall until his cock is practically drawing in your saliva, becoming a lube almost that made it easier to savor him on your taste receptors. Blood rushed to his cheeks as his entire lower regions were overtaken by the sinful heat of your mouth that was currently giving him blinding pleasure at that moment.

Kokushibou tried to control himself, but the small gagging sounds that emitted from your mouth and the sloppy mess of saliva that gathered around the base of his cock was such a delicious and lascivious sight that the demon could not help but you thrust his hips forward and move a hand of his onto the back of your head, pushing you further down until his cock was fully sheathed into your wet mouth. You choked and sputtered in surprise, placing your hands onto his inner thighs to stop yourself just barely. Looking up into his eyes you notice the deep and intense gaze the desirous male had locked onto you, gripping a fistful of your hair and gritting his teeth. `` Who said you could stop? I thought this day was about me? ``

Hurriedly nodding, you continue to bob your head, your own arousal growing in your regions that emitted a scorching and mouth-watering heat that left you wanting more. A carnivorous growl came from Kokushibou that showed more signs of his release peaking, and knowing of that your tongue overwhelmed the male with your teeth grazing against his cock, leaving such a delirious euphoria that caused for the demon to struggle for breath as he groaned audibly, the sound bouncing off the walls and going straight to your clit. 

After all of your hard work, you felt a creamy yet salty liquid ease down your throat and stick to your tongue as you continued to milk him for all he is worth, letting out your own whimper that transported vibrations to his cock that made him hard all over again. Slowly you came to a stop, pulling his dick from your lips with a faint "pop" sound, the white substance still erupting from the Upper Moon's tip. By the end of it, his head was tilted back and his chest rose and fall sporadically, perspiration dripping down his chest, which was sexy to say the least, especially knowing you were the cause. 

Licking your lips clean, you rise from your knees and grab onto his wrists to move his hands to your waist, sitting on his lap to gain his attention, which was grabbed just as quickly.

`` You don't think I'm done, do you? ``

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[glassheartjukebox]

haikyuu boys walking in on you changing

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

feat. ushijima, tendou, goshiki, semi

“if only you knew

what i’ve been going through

waiting and wanting you” - could this be love

a/n: i originally saw this idea on tiktok but the creator has since left the platform due to racist comments so i thought i’d upload my own take on the concept here

ushijima

too stiff and cordial, unintentionally makes it weirder than it needs to be

his face is d a r k red but he’s not moving

unblinking “i apologize. i’ll leave. please lock the door.”

another boy who stands outside the door until your done

he’s still stiff when you come out but if your outfit shows any skin, he’s giving you his jacket

please seeing you in something more *scandalous* is just gonna remind him of seeing you partially naked

he’ll lose him composure, it makes him feel too guilty for seeing you exposed like that

just take the jacket

tendou

tendou’s reaction would go one of two ways, depending on how close the two of you are in

if you two aren’t close friends, he’ll promptly look away and apologize. maybe a crack a joke to lighten the tension

he’s used to people perceiving him as a creep and he doesn’t want to perpetuate that misconception

if you two are close tho? this man is gonna wolf whistle

covers his eyes with one hand and jokingly acts like he’s peaking through his fingers

afterwards he’ll apologize for real, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, even if you are close

if he likes you, he’ll use this as an excuse to flirt with you jokingly

“y/n, do you remember that day i walked into your room and you were changing? can we do that again sometime?”

goshiki

i can’t believe you’ve done this, you’ve broken the poor boy

borderline babbling apologizing but not closing his eyes

just staring because his eyes haven’t caught up to his brain and mouth.

goshiki is not smug or flirty enough for this scenario to work out in his favor

you have to tell him to close his eyes

cue him smacking his hands to his face so hard that he leaves red marks

goshiki baby, please, just leave and close the door. it’s okay. it happens to the best of us.

semi

has the ability to be flirty

chooses not to in an effort to be respectful™️

simply closes his eyes, says, “sorry, i’ll talk to you later” and makes his exit

externally, he’s wearing the same impassive expression he always wears

internally? he’s freaking out just a little bit

he’s kinda scared you’re going to think he’s a creep

apologizes again in private later that day and chooses to pretend nothing happened

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[watevermelon]

Same Old Love | Kaeya (Genshin) x Traveler!Reader

✧ Summary: Kaeya was mysterious in every way that made you wary. From the gleam in his eye to how easy it was for him to flirt, it made you wonder how much he was presenting was truly real. Not wanting to get sucked in, you swore not to fall for the Cavalry Captain. At least, that was the plan, right? ➳ Notes: Angst with a happy ending ➳ A/N: Thank you so much for the ask!! This was fun to write ((I feel like I write so much angsty/jealousy fics haha)) I’m just getting into genshin and so please feel free to send in requests for these cuties <3 @breathings-of-the-heart​

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You had some worries about Kaeya, dubbed “The Handsome Mr. Kaeya” by Paimon.

There was no doubt that he was attractive, his ever present smirk and exposed chest was enough to signify to anyone that even Kaeya was well aware of his looks. But he tended to wield his words like a double edged sword - using his words for an express purpose.

It was admirable, in a way. He was the loyal Cavalry Captain who looked out for Mondstadt’s best interest. And while he had misled you on this pirate treasure adventure, there was no harm really done. In fact, from the way he prattled about haircuts and eyepatches inherited from his parents, you were already sure that it was simply a tale being spun for Paimon to latch onto.

At the end of the day, Kaeya still compensated you for your time and provided you with a higher-level weapon. The criminals were caught and the Knights were credited for another arrest of an infamous Treasure Hunter. It was a win-win situation that you very quickly put behind you as another job done.

The entire quest had not really bothered you - it was not like you had not withheld anything either. You ran from clue to clue without updating Kaeya on your progress, with the express intent of snagging some of this treasure yourself.

It was a really smart move on his part and, for whatever reason, it had the inverse effect on you - it made you want to get closer to Kaeya.

Paimon grumbled for all of a day before she prattled onto something new, complaining about the returning ruin guard by the temple or the way Venti sassed her. But you often found yourself hanging around Good Hunter or  Angel’s Share, wondering if you would be able to run into him again.

It was no surprise that Kaeya was always busy, Jean had mentioned before that Kaeya was the one who often wrapped up every physical incident that occurred in both the city and outer plains of Mondstadt.

And so it was easy to lose track of him, the image of Kaeya still present in your mind, just pushed back in the further recess as you continued in your struggle to find clues about your brother. When whispers on the street spoke of a Dark Knight hero, you were pleasantly surprised to see Diluc patrolling the streets from the shadows.

The last thing you had expected was to team-up with the very man who ran opposite to the Knights, but you learned how oddly sweet Diluc was in that short amount of time. His double life of fighting off the abyss army single-handedly to running the largest Winery on the continent - Diluc’s workload was no easy feat.

You were just out of the clear, Huffman gone to deal with the slimes when a resounding clap started from the dining area of the bar. Kaeya stood and approached you both, you turned to Diluc and he had the flattest, most unimpressed expression on.

You stood mostly silent in that conversation, Diluc with his arms and chin held high. Kaeya had reassured him that the secret was best kept that way, eyes glinting mischievously as they went from the winery owner to you.

You only stared right back, as if Kaeya’s face would give off exactly what he was looking for. Instead, he simply smiled at the both of you and left when Diluc said he was closing the bar. Diluc thanked you for your assistance, reassuring you that in case you need help, he was a willing hand.

When you walked out the bar then, Kaeya was still right outside, chatting casually with some of the late bar-goers that sat at the picnic table. Just as he made eye-contact with you, he bid himself goodbye from the group and fell into step with you.

“Paimon doesn’t trust blue-haired, eye-patched men anymore.” She started next to you.

“That’s good I’m a blue-haired, eye-patched handsome young man.” Kaeya shot back, to which she rolled her eyes. He then turned to you with the same open smirk as usual, “And here I was thinking I could make you my assistant.”

Was he flirting with you?

It took you a second to question this internally before Paimon scoffed, “Ugh, I’m going ahead to the inn. I don’t think I can stand watching you make kissy-faces at each other after the day we had.”

You waved a hand in her direction to smack her, but she was already flying away up and out of reach.

Turning back to the Captain, you were surprised to see that Kaeya was still looking at you, not even toward Paimon as she fled into the night.

Remembering his last statement, you shot back, “Think you could handle me?”

“Confidence, it looks very good on you.” Kaeya replied as his smile widened. He took a single step closer, lowering his voice next to your ear and continuing. “But the real question is if you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

You stood your ground, ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine, “I always like to try new things.”

“I look forward to it.” Kaeya straightened, lightly grabbing your hand in one of his own and raising it to his lips. “Until then, traveler.”

To think that such a simple action, hardly anything scandalous, had lingered on your skin the entire night. You remembered the way his lips felt against your hand, how striking his blue eyes bore into your own. Kaeya was extremely dangerous, able to catch your attention and keep it for hours on end.

The next day you had a commission about dismantling a rising Hilichurl camp, a perfect distraction away from the eye-patched hunk that kept plaguing your thoughts. The last thing you expected was for Kaeya to see you.

“Looks like our honorary knight continues their do-good streak.”

“It’s the least I can do.” You replied back, a sassy hand on your waist.

“Why don’t I accompany you?”

You wanted to scream.

Paimon actually did groan before stating she was going to stay in the city.

And suddenly, your distraction was running exactly opposite to your intention. With Kaeya joining your party, the Cavalry Captain was making himself decidedly known you.

He led you around a cliff, showing you a higher area where you could survey the camp before bursting in guns blazing. There were six Hilichurls, some slimes scattered about and two towers already set-up in this enemy campsite.

You decided to stick together, coming in from the high ground and slamming your weapon into the ground at unsuspecting enemies. It felt nice to fight alongside someone again, oftentimes you were alone in your adventures. Paimon would yell words of encouragement, but never would she actually lift a finger to fight. But Kaeya was reliable, freezing enemies into place and shattering them where they stood.

Taking down some of the outer-rim electro Hilichurls equipped with bows, you were nearly finished with clearing the entire camp. You grabbed the pyro slimes and exploded them near the towers, taking down the camp with them. With the camp almost completely disassembled, you heard the tell-tale electronic power-up that only signified one enemy.

A ruin guard.

Hunched over, you watched as multiple missiles took aim on the nearby unsuspecting Cavalry Captain. Running the best you could, you threw decorum out the window as you all but tackled the poor man out of harm's way.

Rolling a few times, there was no surprised yelp from the man beneath you. He simply allowed you to take the wheel until you came to a stop, hovering over his body. Kaeya was undoubtedly taller than you, but you were face-to-face as he smirked beneath you.

“Wow, not that I’m against this.” Kaeya started, a quip ready. “But ask me out to dinner first.”

You flushed and stood up immediately, “I was saving you!”

“I’ll let you save me any day of the week.” Kaeya replied, earning a half-assed scowl on your behalf. He only laughed at you, calling your attempted look of intimidation only served to make a cute pout instead.

You huffed and considered leaving him with the ruin guard.

From then on there was no doubt about it - Kaeya was flirting with you.

And you were openly flirting back, if of course he decided a less obnoxious moment. In between commissions and nights at Angel’s Share, Kaeya flirtations were growing more and more brazen. It was one thing to kiss the top of your hand in greeting and another entirely for Kaeya to throw his hand across your hair, leaning in to openly bury his nose in your hair.

Diluc called you both disgusting.

Tonight, you entered Cat Tail’s semi-inconspicuously to get a drink. Paimon had long caught onto your game, saying that she surprisingly approved of Kaeya, since after all he was still a good guy in some ways.

But, she still was not exactly a fan of you too making “kissy-faces” at each other, her words. And so tonight you were flying solo, Paimon opting to annoy Amber instead tonight as they tracked down some abyss mage or other.

You tried your best to hang around the bar, looking around the tavern to see if the object of your desire was anywhere around. You meandered for a few minutes, saying greetings to other bargoers that had recognized you, before approaching the bartender if Kaeya has been around

The bartender recognized you immediately. It was hard not to place one of the few new people in Mondstadt, especially one that was crushing much of the country's enemies. Diona had mentioned before that you were a friend of Diluc’s, often more than just a customer at the rival tavern. No, you were seen running around the city with the red-head at random times.

She said the worst thing you could have ever suspected.

“I think Kaeya has a hot date tonight.”

You felt a lump in your throat form, but tried to keep your response guarded. “Oh?”

The bartender continued, “Yeah, I’m not sure if it was Paula? Or Maggie tonight? But you know the captain - always changing up his escapades.”

“Right, of course.” You replied back, words coming out before you could even register it. Instead, you kept on nursing your drink, spiteful words from the bartender marinating in your mind.

Kaeya was mysterious, yes. But was he leading you on?

… Was it right of you to trust him?

The first red flag should have been the fact that you knew nearly nothing about him personally. To think that you had spent all this time together talking and fighting alongside one another, but you could not even recall basic facts about him, let alone anything deep. You were unaware of his family history - Diluc was his brother, but it was the red-head who ended up confiding that fact to you.

Kaeya was so charming that you hadn’t even noticed he shut you out of his world.

And so there was no point in actively keeping a one-sided friendship like that. From then forth, you resolved to avoid the Cavalry Captain for the time being. You knew you had to free Dvalin together, but that did not mean you had to swoon for him in your free time.

It was almost expected of you to join him on Friday nights at Angel’s Share, but tonight you were missing. Neither Charles nor Diluc had seen you the entire day. There were probably a hundred different things you were doing - gathering resources, fighting slimes - and so Kaeya thought little of it.

But he was still disappointed not to see your face that night.

And so he thought nothing was wrong the next day when he saw you in the city square, talking to someone at the general store. He approached you and offered to join your party again, take down some enemies somewhere out in the country.

You didn’t even smile at him.

Not this time.

Just a curt no before you were leaving out the city gates.

The second time Kaeya already had enough and confronted you before you could even attempt to walk away.

He grabbed at your elbow, “Have you finally grown tired of me?”

You pulled it back, no real strength behind it as Kaeya still held you under his grip. “Kaeya, why is it that you keep reaching out to me? I have nothing of my own to offer - no money, no family - there is nothing left I can give you.”

He frowned in response but grabbed at your other hand, “I haven’t asked you for anything, have I?”

You looked away, “You don’t have to! It’s inherent, after all. Isn’t that why you asked me to team-up in the first place, to use me to find your criminals?”

Kaeya mentally recoiled, “Woah, back up. I may have guided you regarding the treasure but never have I maliciously led you on.”

You pulled at your hands to no avail, this time the captain actively trying to keep your attention on him. 

“I just! I thought I meant something more to you, Kaeya.”

He smiled and tried to pull you into his chest, but you shoved off his touch this time fully.

“No! You can’t just hug me and think everything is okay. You’re supposed to be one of the good guys, one of the handful of people I can trust in Mondstadt and I know nothing about you.”

Kaeya did not reach for your hands, instead moving to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry that I hold my secrets close to my chest, but that’s what I’m used to.”

Frustrated, you replied. “Don’t you get tired? Holding the people that love you at an arm's length?”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, this time reaching for you. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t special. Trust me, you’re the only one I’ve had eyes on ever since you landed here in Mondstadt.”

You shook your head, “But the bartender, she said -”

“Who cares what she said?” Kaeya interrupted, “They know village gossip, but they don’t know me or you.”

“I don’t really know you.” You replied.

Kaeya caressed the side of your cheek before lightly gently grabbing your hand again, “Then let’s start.”

With a hesitant smile, you closed your eyes and nodded.

“Okay.”

You had your doubts then and it’s not like an issue of trust was fixed overnight. But, to his credit, Kaeya tried as best he could. Instead of meeting randomly at the bar, he would approach you sometime during the day and set-up a date. How he knew where you were was a mystery, but a man with that many connections surely had a way.

He had no qualms about holding your hand or openly kissing your cheek in the presence of others - proclaiming loudly to one and all in Mondstadt that you were his and he was yours.

Taking your first argument to heart, Kaeya was very keen on communication. Anything you were unsure of, he expressed that he was by no means rushing you. And when you finally shared your first kiss, for once not a single soul in front of the Lord Barbatos statue, you leaned into his touch to get many more.

Kaeya made good on his promise, slowly letting you into his world in kind. You remembered one night as the both of you sat on the edge of Mondstadt, nothing but ocean for miles in front of you. You had your head on his shoulder, describing your adventures with your brother and how you missed having family.  

Kaeya had a gentle hand in your hair, rubbing soothing circles as you recalled a time long ago. Once your story finished, you two continued to stare out, wondering what the future could hold as your minds swam in an endless sea of thoughts.

He broke the silence.

“I miss my brother also.”

Diluc was not always his estranged brother, but once a friend, supporter, and sounding board. Some even mistook them as truly twins in heart and mind, defending Mondstadt and having each other’s backs for years. The Diluc you had come to know was a shell of his old self, close friends and past hidden behind years of repressed feelings.

There was no doubt wistfulness in Kaeya’s eyes as he recalled the past to you, but you continued to listen quietly. 

Your relationship with the Cavalry Captain was hardly easy. Often responsibilities called you both - Kaeya was highly stationed in Mondstadt while you still had seven other countries to visit. But that did not mean the end for you both. Even when you were thousands of miles away or sat atop the highest mountain without a clue to where he was, you cherished the thought that you still shared the same sky with the love of your life.

No matter where you were in Teyvat, you had Kaeya to return to.

[michiigii-writes-mysme]

Have a catch-up ficlet!

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

July 3 - Zen x MC - Untying a Bikini Top

“Zenny, can you help me with my top?”

The tall, handsome actor all but crashed through the doorway when he heard your call.

“You need help? With clothing?” he asked in a falsely casual tone, leaning against the door jamb when he saw you in the room.

You giggled from your place in front of your room’s full-length mirror. The RFA was spending a weekend vacation at a semi-private beach, and Jumin had rented a beach house for your stay. You had been getting ready to go out on the sand; Zen had been across the house in the kitchen, helping Yoosung make sandwiches.

“I’m not sure if I wanna wear this bikini, after all,” you said, doing an unnecessary but completely appreciated twirl to show off the swimsuit.

“Well, I could always check and see if it's a topless beach,” he said thoughtfully, then laughed as he dodged a pillow you threw at him.

“I meant I’m gonna change into the one-piece I packed!” you exclaimed, stepping over to playfully poke him in the ribs.

“What? One-piece?”

Alarm filled Zen’s eyes as he grabbed the hand that was poking him. He cupped the side of your face with one hand, sincerely concerned.

“But I like bikini.”

“What?”

“I mean, I like this bikini.”

“Zen…”

“I mean I like you. But also this bikini!”

You rolled your eyes at him, then motioned at your very exposed body. His gaze lingered. You waited for his eyes to return to yours, but they seemed to be stuck at your chest.

“Zenny, I feel naked!”

“Hm, you could be more naked…” his eyes were still low.

“Everyone will see me like this.”

That got his attention; finally, he looked up again, a genuine frown starting to form on his face. He reached out and rubbed your upper arms soothingly, thinking his next words over carefully.

“…Everyone else is going to be in a bikini. You’d stand out more if you wore a one-piece,” Zen said slowly, drawing your body in close to his, “And, I mean…you can’t do this with your other swimsuit.”

Gently, he hooked his fingers under the strap of your top, following the thin strip of fabric up until he found the knot at the back of your neck. With practiced ease, he released the bow there, letting the straps lie loose on your shoulders. Your breasts weren’t out, yet, but the fabric keeping you modest was dangerously loose.

“This is nice,” he said appreciatively, admiring your bust for a moment before leaning in and kissing you affectionately, “This is a lot more fun. Please keep this swimsuit on.”

“Hm…I think I’m gonna need a little more convincing,” you said coyly, tracing a finger along the slope of Zen’s nose.

“Maybe you should take a deep breath,” he said in low tones, pulling you by the hips so that you were flush against him, “It would relax you…expand your lungs a little…”

“Oo, what a good idea…”

“Zen, where did you go- OH MY GOD!”

At the sound of Yoosung arriving at your doorway, Zen immediately scrambled to keep you decent. He did the first thing he thought of: He covered both your breasts with his hands.

“Uh…”

“YOUR DOOR IS OPEN!” Yoosung exclaimed, covering his eyes and stumbling out into the hallway and away from the two of you as fast as he could, “YOU’RE NOT ALONE, HERE.”

“What’s wrong-“ Jaehee started, appearing in the hallway at the doorway’s other side, but she stopped and gave the two of you a bland look when she saw what was happening, “…we haven’t even had breakfast.”

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Zen exclaimed.

“Well, it a little bit is…” you started, then giggled and stopped when Zen gave you a scandalized look, “Sorry, Jaehee. We’ll join you all for breakfast in a minute.”

Zen scolded your antics, but he was smiling when he retied your top for you. It was going to be a fun day.

—fin—

[wanderingrain]

Blogging through Till the World Ends Episode 3

Every time they show me a wide shot of this apartment I can't help but think about TharnType. I'm sorry.

Ew what are the hets doing here? Also where is this gang holed up that they're still here?

Lol not them arguing over who gets to kill Art.

No it's 4am and the way I just screeched!! The fake blood! Golf just killed a man with a lichen knife. Why are you dropping the knife? Did Art just kill bubblegum girl? They've both gone feral!

At least Golf seems to be traumatized after killing someone now cause I thought for a minute we were gonna breeze right past that.

Major props to Art's actor for just straight up sobbing like that.

Once again Golf showing his obsessive tendencies. He's known this boy for three days and is unhealthily attached. I would normally wave it off as "just one of those tv show things" but they said he only knew his girlfriend for a week and was overpossessive of her too. Seems like a pattern to me.

I hope you're gonna turn more lights on before you try and stitch him up.

Nope we're doing this in the semi-dark.

Art's face I can't

Babes you can barely handle him touching the wound with a cotton ball and you're asking him to sew it up? You know you're gonna need to hold still for that right? Maybe we should break out the drinking alcohol.

Wow i really don't need these sound effects thanks.

Oh good it's over.

Wait shower? After you just got stitches? Wait.

Wow this bed is huge.

Golf already looks so in love. I love how Art is clutching the blanket to his chest lol

ugh I'm so soft for hand holding. I love how quietly they're talking. I love how the camera doesn't want to focus on them lol

Babes this is the second time he's called you cute actually.

The way Art looks so scandalized from being called cute!

Oh so it's more than just a 2 person pattern.

I love that Art is just casually playing with Golf's fingers as they talk. We need more casual touches like this where the touch isn't the focal point of the scene.

Not the instrumental Christmas music again! Why Thailand why?

The way Art's hand is fully resting over Golf's now while he's trying to comfort him. The way they didn't make a big deal about it and they're just allowed to touch each other casually.

Both of these boys are good actors. The emotion, the body language. Good job boys.

I'm not sure I believe Art would really leave the apartment again after what just happened but I'm willing to suspend my disbelief.

🤣🤣🤣 Not Bubblegum gang girl still laying on the ground! Guess she's alive then. Didn't expect to be getting her pov.

Shut up Art! Do you want to alert Bubblegum to your presence? If you get taken hostage by the same girl twice in 24 hours I swear...

Ohhh is he about to remember? Nope nevermind.

Oh good Bubblegum's got his wallet.

Breakfast on the- why would you leave the apartment? How do you know the roof is safe? Ya'll literally almost died less than 12 hours ago in this apartment complex and now you want to go up to the roof?! Are you inane?

WOAH OK that's a lot

Anybody else feel weird about bubblegum touching him when he's still all sweaty from sex?

Is he not a new recruit after all? Then why were they trying to pressure him into killing someone in the beginning?

Honestly this gang doesn't scare me so I don't really feel much about them having Golf's picture. Lol.

If Golf and Art would just stay locked up in the apartment the gang would probably never find them unless they went door to door kicking in doors. So I'm sure some sort of shenanigans will ensue to make sure our main characters are dumb enough to expose themselves. I'm betting that Art remembers what happened and tries to run away for the third time and gets caught by bubblegum and she uses him to lure Golf out.

I still think one of the gang members is probably Art's brother because that's usually how these things work. Or maybe Golf's brother has something to do with the gang. Either way I'm sure they'll be saved by some kind of brotherly intervention.

On to episode 4

[mynightshining]

First Sentence prompt SessKag: "This is not what it looks like."

@chierafied your prompt sent me on an adventure. I had too much fun with it, and it quickly went from a simple 200 word drabble to a 1030 word one-shot. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it.

Semi-NSFW

"This is not what it looks like."

A mortified Kagome squeaked as the direness of the situation finally set in. Straddled atop the fearsome Western Lord’s lap and completely disheveled, she frantically adjusted the fabric of her loose kosode. Hoping against all hope that Inuyasha’s eyeful hadn’t caught her more exposed features. A slight movement of her hips just barely hid the bulge of silk that pressed hot and heavy against her thigh. She tried not to stare at the half-lidded, gilded eyes swimming with want in front of her.

“It looks like you’re getting it on with my brother!”

“Half-brother,” Sesshomaru corrected, a smirk lightening his normally placid features as he leaned back against the Goshinbuku, a picture of utter confidence. The silk hankimono and subsequent layers he wore gaped open and slumped down to gather at his elbows, revealing broad shoulders, defined biceps, and a sinfully muscular torso. Mighty hands still grasped Kagome’s – thankfully – clothed hips. “It is, in fact, exactly ‘what it looks like’. When did you become so astute?”

“Sesshomaru!” Kagome scolded, scandalized.

“I-I think I’m going to hurl…”

“Please do so elsewhere. The scent of your bile will ‘ruin the mood’ – that is the correct phrase, is it not, Ka-go-me?”

Kagome shot Sesshomaru a death glare in response. His smirk merely widened, golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Inuyasha, I’m really sorry you had to find out like this, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this when you got back,” Kagome pleaded. She fought the instinct to look away from the pale, stricken face of her ex. “But you’ve been gone so long, over a year now, and this just kind of… happened? I didn’t think we’d work out enough to ever bother telling you.”

“This One knew—”

Frustrated, Kagome slammed a hand over Sesshomaru’s mouth. A warm, wet tongue dragged across her palm, and Kagome prayed to all the gods in existence for the patience not to obliterate the being below her.

“What d’ya mean?” Inuyasha’s voice seemed so small.

“H-he and I… We… W-We’re…” Kagome stammered. “W-Well, what I’m trying t-to say is…”

In a flash, one of Sesshomaru’s clawed hands left her hip, grasped her wrist, and pulled her hand away from his mouth. Before she had a chance to stop him, he spoke.

“We are mates, little half-brother. This One and Kagome.”

“Y-you’re… what?”

“Did I not speak clearly? Mates.”

Despite Sesshomaru’s sass, Inuyasha managed to stay relatively calm, but his hands were in fists, and Kagome could see his muscles shake as he repressed volatile emotions.

“Kagome is this… Is this true?”

Sheepishly meeting Inuyasha’s affronted gaze, she nodded.

“B-but you hatehumans!” the hanyo directed at his sibling.

“Indifference is a more apt descriptor. I was indifferent, until Kagome,” he paused, glancing at her. “Then Rin, Kohaku, Kaede, and even Sango, Miroku, and their brood of miniature slayers proved that humans are worth knowing.”

Inuyasha, seemingly too stunned to respond, merely blinked.

“Furthermore,” Sesshomaru’s smooth bass resonated in the clearing, “in approximately seven months’ time you will be an uncle.”

“What?!” two utterly shocked voices snapped in unison. Kagome’s sapphire eyes stared at her mate, perplexed.

Inuyasha recovered first.

“You’re joking!” he accused.

“It is uncouth to jest about such matters.”

“Am… Am I really…” Kagome found it hard to get the words out. “I’m pregnant?”

“Hn,” his thumb caressed the wrist he still held. “My intention was to tell you tonight after our coupling. Your scent has changed. When I am close, as I am now, I hear their heartbeats.”

He had said it so matter-of-fact: the sky is blue, rain is wet, I hear their heartbeats. An unknown feeling bubbled up inside Kagome’s chest, something like love, like hope, like joy. Maybe all of them once.

“Their?”

“Hn. Twins, perhaps triplets? It is difficult to determine at this time.”

The scents of salt and elation permeated the clearing, driving out the previous cloying mists of arousal. Tears gathered in Kagome’s sapphire eyes as she started at her mate. Letting her kosode loose, her free hand now cupped over her mouth in astonishment.

“Three?”

“Perhaps.”

His clawed hand released her wrist and brushed away her tears. Slender fingers buried themselves in his silver mane as she leaned into his touch.

“You’re going to be chichi-ue.”

“Otou-san, preferably,” he corrected. “Our father insisted upon chichi-ue, and this One does not wish for such formality with our own pups.”

A smile broke out across Kagome’s face, “I love hearing you talk like that.”

“Hn?”

“‘Our own pups’,” Kagome repeated as she leaned in and her lips met his. It was near impossible to keep herself from smiling. Their kisses were short, but full of tenderness and care, excitement and love. Her kosode began to slip off her shoulder as she pressed herself closer to her mate. Skin craving skin. One large, clawed hand splayed across her lower back pushing her hips into his. The hidden, heavy heat against her thigh began to grow. She giggled, eyes bright as Sesshomaru peppered kisses across her tear-drenched cheeks and lapped at their snaking trails down her chin.

Her laugh must have knocked Inuyasha out of his daze, because a disgusted groan echoed through the clearing, followed by, “For fuck’s sake! And under my tree too?”

Kagome barely caught a glimpse of red and white as he sped away into the forest. A modicum of guilt rose within her. They really should have told him when he first got back a few days ago, and Sesshomaru definitely shouldn’t have announced the pregnancy as he did, but she was too euphoric to care overly much in this moment.

“My brother is an imbecile, but he will come around eventually,” Sesshomaru mumbled into her throat.

“When I’m capable of being mad again,” she murmured as the yokai below her paid particular attention to their mating mark, fangs dragging across her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine, “I’m going to throttle you for how you handled that.”

A pleased growl rumbled low in his chest, “I look forward to it, Ka-go-me. Now, this One desires to make love to mother of our pups.”