#(( MMMMM i am going to be Drawing today

[royalreef]

You have it all, you little demigod, the awesome is your cream Cholesterol riddled pseudopod, your claws beget the scene Like an afterthought, she spawns ever sluggishly beneath Like an apricot, she dawns o’er the ocean from your seed

Are you the watcher for all your worlds? I’m asking clearly What say you to this?

You had her on a leash, a crass depiction, robbed her of a name So becoming, she was slathered like a lozenge with your paint For what it’s worth my liege, I’ll have you know your father was the same So curmudgeonly, he lasted ‘till he saw her in a frame

[senualothbrok]

Mmmmm Gale just waking up, sleepy but also warm and disheveled, delighted and hungry... yes, please.

Yessss @theletteraesc! Absolutely love it when you slip into my ask box! <3 <3 <3

Today is fully a work day but I am so brainrotted by Gale that I genuinely cannot function as a human being with gainful employment.

What perfect timing for your ask as I have been totally unable to move on from @calolily's breathtaking rendition of the view you wake up to the morning after your first night in Waterdeep. (Thank you so much @calolily for this gift.)

Remember that drabble tennis match we had about waking up to Gale (and appreciating his grey hairs and laughter lines)? Ugh, I need this. Someone build a virtual simulation of this please so I can go and live in it.

Here's what happened in my brain as a result of your ask, anyway...

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You feel the brush of hair against your eyelids first, the faint scent of sea air and scrolls. There is a gentle surge of warmth against your cheek, his breath like the ripple of a bath. In the haze of sleep you shift, savouring the anchor of his arm around your waist, your face nestled between the bristles of his jawline and the dark softness of the pillow beneath. Your leg tangles into the downy heat of his own, settling into the stillness of half-slumber.

Dimly, you can hear the song of seagulls, hurried voices, bustling footsteps on the docks. You can feel the orange glow of sunlight behind your eyelids, tugging at wakefulness. But neither of you move. You could lie like this forever, wrapped up in each other.

When he begins to grizzle, you open your eyes reluctantly. You breathe deeply, drinking from the well of his musk, the fragrance formed from the exertion of love and the unforgettable notes of Gale - sandalwood and sweat and firewood, book dust and leather. You can never get enough of his smell. You feel the tickle of his nose against your neck as he inhales sharply, rhythmically, and you know that he is doing the same - drawing from the well of you, the heady scent of home. His eyes remain closed as he pulls you closer, his lashes thick and matted with the mist of sleep. His thigh moves up to drape over your hip, and you feel the heat of his core like a bonfire, crackling and comforting.

You smile and huff a little as your fingers weave through the mess of his waves. Little tangled bunches gather around his crown and ears, and in this moment, there is nothing more endearing than the sight of him tousled and dishevelled, fully at peace, fully himself.

You laugh as his sleep-calloused lips graze your flurrying hand, a trail of languid kisses down your forearm. His eyes flutter into slow focus, his features glowing in a grin when they meet yours.

"Your hair is ridiculous." Your voice is still strained from your activities the night before. He wrinkles his nose as you work through a particularly stubborn knot. "We need to do something about this."

He hums. His low rasp rumbles through you. "On the contrary, I rather think this mess is a source of pride."

"Pride?"

In the glimmer of morning sunlight, Gale's grey hairs shine like polished silver. You yourself feel strangely proud to be able to touch them like this, anytime you want.

He blows out a breath as his fringe falls over his face. You brush the loose strands out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear.

"Of course." He gives his characteristic half smirk, that tantalising invitation. "It's a testament to how much we enjoyed ourselves. The disarray of one's locks is a sure and certain sign of the degree of one's passion."

You titter. Sometimes, Gale says the most absurd things. Your whimsical, silly man.

"In fact," he muses, his lithe fingers running through the tresses that fall over your shoulders, "Your hair looks remarkably unruffled. Not a strand out of place, not a tangle in sight."

His leg bears down against your back, drawing you nearer. You feel a hard twitch against your inner thigh, a spasm within your centre.

"Oh," you answer, suddenly understanding his whimsy perfectly. "That won't do."

"No." He tuts, his hand moving between you, his hot mouth seeking yours. "But we can rectify that."

[imperfectly360]

Rick Rick "do you want to smush me"

Bb toddler "like my mashed potatoes and veggies"

Rick Rick "yes princess"

Bb toddler "gross"

Rick Rick "I like it when you smush me"

Bb toddler "wanna see me draw a picture?"

Rick Rick "yes please"

Bb toddler "this is me. This is you"

Rick Rick "you know I'm going to hang that up right"

Bb toddler "yayyyyy I love you"

Rick Rick "mmmmm you smell so good today"

Bb toddler "let's go to the park!"

Rick Rick "okay but you're going to have to put your toys away first"

Bb toddler "okay, one sec!!!!"

Rick Rick "well that was fast, good job!!!"

Bb toddler "I feel loved!"

Rick Rick "you get a fruit snack"

Bb toddler "thank you. Let's go!"

Rick Rick "hold my hand bb"

Bb toddler "I feel pretty today. I love geese"

Rick Rick "I know you do bb"

Bb toddler "I can't believe I'm walking outside!!!"

Rick Rick "I am hard of hearing, remember? What did you say?"

Bb toddler "I outside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Rick Rick "oh...."

***the best of friends***

[supa101]

The Amazing Story ( Chapter 15 )

supa : oooofFfffFFFsdm, Ss my head hurts

Person : Hey supa good morning are you okay?

Supa : How am I back?

*Supa just stare's at his hands*

Person : So you're not okay..? and what do you mean "back" ?

*Supa shrugs*

Supa : Meh Just sleeping.

Person : You we're sleeping for two days.. Are you sure you're okay? you are not answering

Supa : what is today?

Person : its.. thursday and--

*Supa teleports*

Person : SUPA STOP RUNING FROM MY FUCKING QUESTION!

*Supa appears in the teleportation walkway*

Supa : What to do now.. I was just sleeping this sucks..

Hey do you want something to do?

Supa : god I am already hearing voices and its only... wait what time is it? 6:26 AM? god I am already insane

You sure are. Would you like me as a physical so we can do something for right now?

Supa : Sure...?

*a strange white figure appears in front of supa*

So what do you want to do? I am up for anything I am bored as well

Supa : want to make a comic logo with me?

Based off of something? idea in you're mind explain this to me. Also I think you should not check you're email.

Supa : dude that was like you grabbing my shoulders and saying " You should look at you're email".

Yeah You have a point... but what about the comic logo thing?

Supa : Have you ever heard of this show video seris B.F.D.I?

Mhm. So you are basing it off of it?

Supa : WELlllLl kinda? Nah I to just

Let me guess look at you're email.

Supa : Damn

Hey I have something for you give me you're hand real quick I got a gift

Supa : uhhh... Okay?

*they give supa a pencil*

Supa : Huh.. A pencil.. Nice

Watch this Its pretty cool

*they draw something and it appears out of thin air*

Supa : WOAH! So I can do that with this pencil.?

Yup! cool right?'' if you want... Say bendy you can draw them and they appear. A stick? yup. Anybody on the universe? totally YOU WANT A SECOND MOON? you can do that.

Supa : so I can dr---

Also if you want any abillity from anybody say. because you brong it up and Its in my head at the moment Say recovery? You can draw this.

*he writes recovery on a piece of paper with a strange piece of paper*

Supa : Hey what is that paper?

Supa.. So this paper is like the abillity its self You can extend it give it hight and stuff and when you want to get rid of you're drawing / writing. Scribble it out and it will disappear.

Supa : Complicated. strange. And STUPID COOL!

*They give a paper to supa*

It works with fictional powers as well. Also who is a strangest person you ever met in you're life.

Supa : MMMMM that's a lot of people but there are two.. no three scary red people I know. I think one I met in the void or somethin. A person I met in hell and just someone I just found and for some reason is scared of them.

Would you rather not say?

Supa : I'll tell you later

So do you explore?

Supa : What's you're name by the way?

Uhhhmm creator? strange name Its kind of a nickname

Supa : so what now?

What do you fear?

*Supa starts staring at his hands*

So you are not okay?

Supa : NO NO NO I am fine But I gotta go back home.

You can always contact me I will be here when you will be here.

Supa : Okay bye!

BYE!!!!

*supa teleports away*

[sanderchu]

Can you do a royal au with knight Dream x princess reader where Dream is assigned to be her private knight and her castle gets attacked so Dream has to take her to another kingdom/place to be safe?

Your protection

Imagine that man as a knight tho- mmmmm-

Reader: princess!reader

Editor: sans had the audacity to move my editor spot to the BOTTOM of the page so I fixed it, anyways they said they will let me drink if I edit this so i will be going now - dearest rayne ( @rayneywidows )

[writing] or hcs

Royal au! Knight dream!

Ft: kinko kingdom

Warnings: fighting(barley), jumping out a broken window, idk what else-

[Slight description?]

Dream. You knew him as your personal knight. He was like a bodyguard, watching and protecting you at any cost no matter if it meant putting his life on the line. He signed an oath, he had no choice but sometimes you even think he does it out of the goodness in his heart, but you always thought you were overthinking it because he was just a knight it was his job. But even the small conversations you managed to get out of him he sounds different. Not mean or stern like around your parents or talking with anyone else, he sounds caring, sweet, at ease. He seemed to put much trust and honor into you.

You sat on your throne next to your mother. It's all you basically did during the day so it got boring very quickly. Staring at the wall for hours. Today was stupid rule day in the kingdom. Rule day was a day once a month your parents would add or take away rules for the citizens. It made no sense but no one seemed to care. As your mother filled the room with only her voice talking about each rule you heard the throne room doors slam open with a butler out of breath. “They got in!” They were the rival kingdom. Your kingdom always targeted them from afar never doing close contact wars, but apparently they had enough and started it themselves.

y/n’s pov

I watch with my own eyes as our butler gets shoved to the floor by other knights. I watch as my parents panic and get out of their chairs and I watch as our knights block my parents, to prevent harm coming to them. I am frozen in my chair, I am panicking. I watch our knights draw their swords and charge at the much larger evil force. Still being frozen in my chair I feel a huge tug on my arm making me snap out of my blank mind space. I turn to look at my throne to see an arrow pierced through it, making the reality truly set in. “We have to go!” I am finally hearing voices again as I look at my knight who, on his other hand, has his shield drawn. I just nod not knowing what to say and he keeps holding my arm, and basically dragging me to a window. Before I can make out what's happening I hear a crash of the window making me flinch slightly and see my parents look back, my eyes still glued to the scene. Thoughts are running through my mind but mostly, “am i going to die? Are my parents going to be ok? What's going on?”

“Jump!” I hear a dream yell, apparently he's already gone out the window. I look down to see him with his arms out and his shield on his back waiting for me to jump. Before I could, I feel another arrow fly by, an inch away from my nape. it makes me jump on command. I shut my eyes during the fall until I feel a set of arms carry me. I open my eyes, finally starting to get back into reality to see Dream running with me in his arms to a nearby forest. Once we get there he puts me down, sitting me on a big rock. “are you ok?” He asks me, I move my hair out of my face, and he holds one of my arms in his hand looking for cuts from the window. My other arm soon follows “Y-yeah” I manage to mumble. I watch as he crouches down and holds on to my hands. “Thankfully we have an alliance with kinko kingdom they were aware we have rivals and sent some of there knights to help, for now we can go there”

A light smile appears on my face as I watch him stand up with my hands still in his. He puts my hands close to his lips not exactly kissing them, he simply lets go. “Shall we go princess?” he asks with his hand out. I grab his hand and stand up, “yup” before I can process what happened. I feel my feet come off the ground. I'm in his arms again, “it's ok i'm trained for this. It's going to be ok” Dream states gently knowing how fragile I already am, and proceeds to carry me all the way to kinko kingdom. Thankfully it’s not far.

“Welcome” I hear george, the kinko prince say at his castle doors. A large chunk of his servants stand behind him. “Please make yourself comfortable, we understand everything you have been through, please don't worry”

[xleeleeboox]

Dear Eddie

Eddie munson x cheerleader!reader (fem implied) 

Warnings: No spoilers! like one cuss word and one use of y/n but i couldn’t think of anything else to put into that spot its the only one lol it is not proof read and it is allll fluff 

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      Valentine’s day was not a day that Eddie particularly liked. All of the sick couples making out, whenever, wherever, the pink and red and purple. The candy all shaped like hearts made with cheap cherry flavor. Ugh, and the worst of it was the Valentines the cheer squad were passing out to everybody. It was a thing, buy a card or flower for however much money and write a message and whoever’s name. It can be anonymous, or you can sign your name. Eddie hated it because he never got one. Not ever. 

      He didn’t want one from anyone, ever. Not once did he stop and wish for a Valentine. He did get a little jealous though when he realized that eventually his friends started to get some. Even the freshman who didn’t know many people. Still got at least one. He couldn’t explain it though, Valentine’s day never mattered to him, so why should it now? 

      You. You were the answer to that question. Eddie had a crush on you, sure. For a year, then two years, and now two and a half years he’s had a crush on you and he can’t stop thinking about you handing out the Valentine’s to people. I mean you were on the cheer squad right? But he thought, how many of those were yours addressed to other people? You were always a very kind person. But none of the cards coming from you seemed to have any flowers attached. At Hawkins, it means something if you get flowers along with the card. They weren’t that popular. Either the card, or a flower. 

      Eddie thought he was wasting his own time trying to go after you. You hardly noticed him. You shared two classes, and sat next to him in one of them. You waved to him in the hall. You were always in the theater room hanging out with the teacher and some of your friends after school, and you always cleaned up for his Hellfire club, which was very nice of you. All that and Eddie still doesn’t think you notice him. But you do. Oh you do. You got a crush on him, of course! But he doesn’t know. Yet. He doesn’t know yet. 

      This was the perfect time you thought. Confess to him with a little note, that way you won’t be a silly little mess when you try to talk to him. It was a good plan, a great plan even. So you marched right up to Chrissy Cunningham, in charge of the booth for today and pulled up a chair next to her. 

      “Hi Chrissy! Can I get one of these?” You lean over for a white card, blank so you could design the front too. 

      “Sure! Ooo who are you going to give this one to?” She asks. Chrissy was curious, you’d only handed out cards to your closest best friends this year. She didn’t want to pry but you were friends and she had nothing else better to do than to monitor the students coming up and putting a dollar in the bucket and grabbing a card. 

      “I really wanna write one to this guy I like. He’s pretty quiet around me, so I’m not sure how I am able to give this to him without embarrassing myself. And I don’t want anyone else to give it to him.” You explained your plan to her. 

      “Who is it? And you better tell me because you know I will press!” There’s no point in hiding it to be honest. 

      “It’s Eddie.” 

      “Eddie Munson?”

      “Yeah, do you think I should sign my name? I was going to put it on his desk in the class we sit together in.” You ask as you are drawing little hearts and bats all over the front of the card in red and black pens.       “Mmmmm… I say put your name. He’s gotta know it’s you!” You chuckle at this.

      “Yes, but what if he doesn’t like me back, or he thinks this idea is stupid?” Well, he does think it’s stupid, but he won’t for long. 

      “Are you kidding me, any guy would be sooo into you. I’ve seen the amount of Valentine’s addressed to you this year. Ooo hun, you got just a mountain of them.” 

      “I still can’t believe that, like why? A lot of these people barely know me personally.” You respond back to her. I mean, you are one of the most beloved teens in the whole town. Volunteer work, good grades, different styles that cater to everyone’s taste, different music taste, different kinds of friends, you could appeal to just about anybody in that town. And everybody knew it, especially how kid you were, making them less nervous to come talk to you because they know you won’t embarrass them. 

      Chrissy continues hyping you up, “You are the sweetest person anyone has met, you honestly are very easy to talk to and get along with. That’s why people like you!” You stop and look at her before responding “I think you are one of the nicest people I’ve ever met Chris.” You say with a smile, thankful for the kind things she has been saying. 

      You finish up the card and slip it into a red envelope and pick up a light pink flower to go along with it, slipping the money into the bucket and walking back to your table to gather your stuff. Luckily the next class you had was with Eddie, but he almost always waited for most of the people to move out of the lunchroom so he didn’t have to interact with as many people. As he was walking to his next class, he tries his best to avoid looking at the couples making out against the lockers, some of them getting a little handsy, and Eddie sudders. For a split second he imagines himself walking down the hall hand in hand with you, he just knows they are soft because he has grazed his hand against yours when you had passed things over to him, like a pencil that he never seems to have. 

      You arrive to the room before he does, placing the note and flower on his desk and sitting down, eagerly waiting for him. Meanwhile, Eddie shakes those thoughts from his head and walks through the doorway, about to slam his bag on his desk but he stops himself when he sees the note and the flower. His heart stops for just a second, it was almost indetectable. Maybe he got a card and a flower, but he saw you were already sitting there and figured it was just yours. You were turned around talking to one of your more quiet friends trying not to pay attention to Eddie in case he read it right there. 

      Eddie slid the card and flower back over to your desk, thinking that it was yours and you were leaving your stuff all over the place again. You were still turned to your friend talking, and slid the card back over to him without looking. Eddie looked at the card and saw his name on it. Well shit. It is his. He looked around for suspicious faces and found none. He had two minutes before class started so he opened it. 

      Dear Eddie, 

            I know that a Valentine’s card probably isn’t the most ideal way to do this, but I’m not gonna lie, you make me shy so I don’t think I could tell you in person. I really like you, I think you are talented, handsome, unique, funny, and you have always been so sweet to me. But in a way that nobody else is, and it makes me feel special. Thank you for always being so nice to me, I would love it if we could hang out sometime if you are free. Here’s my phone number, it rings straight to my room so you won’t have to ask for me. XXX-XXXX

                         -Y/N 

      The letter finishes and reads it over again, and one more time trying his best to process the message. His cheeks are pink and he looks over to you staring straight ahead with pink cheeks and a smile on your face. There’s no way, he thinks to himself. There is absolutely no way, not after two and a half years, and all I’ve done was ask for a pencil a few times and for notes for an upcoming test. Okay, okay, if they look at you and say something then it’s real. 

      So he stares at you for a few more seconds, then you turn your head a little and look into his eyes, for just a moment, and your smile gets bigger at him. Oooookay, maybe it is real. He doesn’t say anything, afraid he’s gonna say something wrong, so he just nods to you and you turn your head back to the board, trying to cover your cheeks a little bit. Something he thought was very cute and very endearing. 

      He keeps the note on his desk with him the rest of the day, turning it around in his hands and opening it again and again reading it over and over until he memorized the curve of each letter. He never thought he would love Valentine’s day this much. 

      The rest of the classes Eddie kept the card with him, the flower sticking out of his bag. People were of course giving him weird looks, but did he care? Nope. The next class you had together was the last one. You two kept stealing glances at each other the whole time, smiling to yourselves. The bell rang and you scurried out of the room, having to head straight home and do all your homework, trying to free up your weekend in case Eddie calls. So he takes this chance when he gets home. 

      He sits in the trailer, Wayne gone, phone to himself. He waited a while to call you, he didn’t want to seem eager or anything, of course not. The flower is on his nightstand and the note in his hand and the phone in the other. He waited until after dinner, hopefully you would be free then. He punched the number in, hoping, praying that it was actually the right number and not just a trick. The phone rang one, twice, three times, he was going to hang up, feeling like he was going crazy. It picked up in the middle of the fourth ring. He heard you take a deep breath, 

      “Hello?”

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let me know what you thought! If i should change anything with my writing or if you want another part! 

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Gojo x Reader: Bath time Fun

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Artist Credit to @Rennca_ on Twitter

“Good morning my beautiful (Y/N)!” Gojo came in waking you up with breakfast in bed. He placed the food down and jumped into bed cuddling with you.

You rolled over and kissed Gojo. “Good morning my love!”

“Eat up while I draw a bubble bath for us to share!”

“Satoru thank you!” You grabbed his hand pulling back into bed giving him another kiss.

Gojo went into the bathroom to start your bubble bath, he put a custom made cupcake scented bath bomb that had a surprise in the center of it, along with vanilla bubble bath foam to hide the gift. He hid a vibrator on the side of the tub.

He hurried his way back into the bedroom just in time as you finished breakfast to collect the tray. “I’ll be right back my love don’t move!” He winked at you as he disappeared and was back before you knew it. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Are you ready for an amazing bath my love?” He asked as he started to undress you.

“Mmmmmm y-yes I am Satoru.” You wined out as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts. “O-ohhhhhhh!” You shivered at his touch as he slipped his hand into your pajama shorts. “S-Sa-Satoruuuuuu!” Your legs started to tremble as he rubbed your clit and slipped your shorts off with his other hand.

Gently groping your butt he pushed you towards the bathtub. “Mmmmmm that’s a good girl.” He cooed as he bent you over the tub and got down on his knees.

You looked down to see Gojo under you as he dove face first into your soaking core. “Ohhhhhh Satoruuuuuu!” You moaned out as he nibbled on your clit making you almost lose your balance as your knees buckled.

“Don't worry I got you baby girl.” He held your hips as he slowly lowered you onto his face instantly making you squirt as he nipped at your clit.

You grabbed onto the tub as you grinded on his face. “Oooooooh Sa-to-ru!” Your hips started to buck as he flicked his tongue, you could feel the tension is your stomach starting to build as you grinded on his face. “F-fuck S-Satoru I'm-I'm gonna cum!” You moaned out just as you were about to reach your climax he stopped. “Wh-what the hell Satoru why did you stop!?” You yelled in frustration as you got off of him.

“You're not allowed to cum for me yet my sweet, sweet (Y/N).”

You glared at him. “….Fine….”

“Oh don’t worry I plan on having you screaming my name within the next few minutes my love.” He flashed you a sexy smile as he got undressed.

You got lost looking at his gorgeously chiseled features completely forgetting why you were mad at him. You couldn’t help but stare and stare some more at your inhumanly beautiful boyfriend. You always questioned how you got so lucky and ended up with the hottest guy in Tokyo, well you thought he was the hottest guy in Tokyo…. And according to the constant love notes he got from admirers he was definitely a catch. “How did I get so lucky?” You cooed.

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he pulled you into his arms.

You shook your head. “No I am…. I am dating the most handsome, sweet, sexy, caring, wonderful man in Tokyo….. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream!” You giggled. “Never in my life did I think someone like me could end up with someone like you Satoru.”

“What do you mean by that love?” He asked confused.

“I just never thought I was anything special, I never really stood out and from knowing you, you seemed like the type to want to date someone more interesting than me.” You chuckled.

He shrugged. “Baby girl you’re very interesting! You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t have an instant crush on me. That’s what made me want you! I hate it when girls throw themselves at me so willingly, I love a challenge in a girl.” He smirked at you.

“Well I did have an instant crush on you but I didn’t want to throw myself at you…. That seems desperate and rather unattractive. Plus I saw all those girls fawning over you so I never thought I had a chance….”

“When I saw you that first day standing in the corner away from everyone looking so shy and so cute with your little black dress on. I knew then I had to make you mine.”

“I remember that day all too well….” You laughed. “All the other girls looked like they wanted to murder me when you walked up and started talking to me completely ignoring everyone else. It was so amusing to watch their reactions as you flirted with me.”

“Honestly I wasn’t even paying any attention to any of them…. My eyes were glued to you and you alone as I watched you become a hot mess while I flirted with you.”

“Well not knowing you from a hole in the wall you were rather intimidating with those gorgeous eyes and the fact that I am so tiny compared to you. You tower over me Mr. 6’4” and lil 5’4” me I'm like a little toy compared to you Satoru.”

He picked you up and held you close. “You fit perfectly in my arms, I love small girls…. It’s kind of a fetish for me.” He chuckled. “Me being so big and tall I just love someone small that I can pick up and toss around.” He cupped your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso moaning as his length rubbed against your slit.

“S-Satoru!” You wined out as he carried you into the bathtub and sat you in his lap facing him. You placed your legs on each side of Gojo straddling him as you leaned in kissing him passionately.

Without you noticing Gojo reached down to grab the vibrator, he slowly moved it between your legs and turned it on placing it right on your clit making you moan. He thrusted his hips perfectly sliding inside you.

“Ofh myha gabb Saaftoruuuuuuu!” You moaned into his mouth as he pounded in you. You broke the kiss and held onto his shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down on him. “Oh my God babyyyyyyy! F-fuck just like that Satoruuuuuu!” Your back arched as you slammed down on his cock feeling your walls clench around him you came.

“Mmmmm baby girl that’s it cum all over my dick, God I love the way you feel on him!” He moaned out as he held your hips thrusting deeper and harder.

You held onto Gojo for dear life as he fucked you senseless. “Sa-to-ruuuuuuu! F-fuckkkkk I love youuuuu!” You screamed out in pleasure as you rode him.

Gojo thrusted his hips faster and faster almost making you smack into his head as you bounced up and down. He held onto you pulling you in close so you wouldn’t hit your head as he went deeper.

Suddenly you took control and slowed down the pace rocking your hips savoring the feeling and Gojo's sweet whimpers.

“Ah-ahhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) fu-fuckkkkk! That feels so-sooooo gooooood!” He moaned out as you fucked him.

“Mmmmmm you like that baby?” You said in a sultry voice.

“Y-yes baby girl please don’t stopppppop!” He howled as he thrusted into you getting in sync going nice and slow. “Fuck I love how you ride him babe.”

You held his shoulders as you kept a steady pace he leaned down and sucked on your nipple. “Ohhhhh babyyyy!”

Suddenly he picked you up and pushed you into the wall spreading your legs as he pounded into you.

“F-fuckkkk Satoruuuuuu! I'm go-gonna cummmmmm again!” You cried out as you squirted.

“Yessssss baby girl that’s it scream my name!” He kept pounding you. “Fuck (Y/N) I'm cummingggggg!” Moaned Gojo as he exploded inside you.

He kissed you. “Now let’s get squeaky clean.” He grabbed your soap and started washing your back, then your front while he played with your boobs making your horny all over again as he pinched your nipples.

“Sa-to-ru….” You wined.

“Hm? Am I turning you on again baby girl?”

You whimpered and nodded.

“Hehe oops.” He said not so innocently.

“You jerk.” You laughed.

He gave you a sexy smile. “I love you cupcake.”

“I love you too Satoru.”

“Yay!” He kissed you.

“You're such a goof.” You felt something floating behind you. “Hm?” You turned around and saw a little plastic container. “What’s this?” You asked picking it up.

“Open it baby girl! It’s the first of many amazing gifts for you today!”

You opened the container and pulled out a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a diamond moon on it. “S-Satoru oh my goodness is that a diamond!?” You stared at the giant diamond in awe, he nodded his head. Your (E/C) eyes grew wider as you looked at beautiful necklace. “It's gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You tackled Gojo tenderly kissing him on the lips.

“You're very welcome my love. Now let’s hurry up and get ready!” He said as he put the necklace on you.

The two of you quickly finished your bath.

“My love! I have something else for you!” Gojo said as he handed you a big box.

You opened the box and took out a beautiful red silk dress. “Satoru….. This is stunning!” The dress truly was stunning it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a layer of black lace in a rose pattern laid over the soft red silk. You kept looking through the box and took out the sexy lacy lingerie with matching thigh-high tights. The corset was completely see through and had ties attached for the tights, then you saw the thong. “Ohhhhh Satoru now is the lingerie for your pleasure or mine?” You laughed.

“Both! But mostly for me.” He smirked at you.

“Haha I figured as much!” You kissed him.

“Mmmmm baby girl gimme a lil show while you put that on.”

“Anything for you baby.” You winked at him as you shook your hips doing a sexy dance while you put the thong on. You twirled around and shook your ass in Gojo's face, he grabbed your ass with his giant hands clapping your cheeks together. “Mmmmm baby.” You moaned as he groped your ass before clapping your cheeks again. You twirled back around to face Gojo, smiling at him as you ran your finger along his collar bone, up his neck and under his chin as you pulled him in for a kiss. You broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the tub.

Gojo moved closer to you taking your leg in his grasp he placed sweet kisses all over as he worked his way up to your lips passionately kissing you. He broke the kiss and grabbed the tights slipping them on your legs. Then he grabbed the corset and stood you up to put it on you. He zipped the corset up, tightened the ribbons to give you that perfect hourglass silhouette lastly he fixed the tights so they wouldn’t fall. He gazed upon you completely lost for words as his jaw dropped. “God damn baby girl…. Is it bad that I don’t want to go out now? I could stay here all day just looking at you in that.” He cooed taking you in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck, getting up on your tippy-toes very close to his lips. “No it’s not a bad thing at all my love but, we can have all the fun in the world later.” You tenderly kissed his lips. “Now let’s finish getting ready.

Gojo kept staring at you as you put the dress and heels on, you stood up so he could get the full view. His jaw almost fell on the ground as he gazed at you, that gorgeous dress hugging every curve perfectly and that corset making your boobs pop out of that sweetheart neckline Gojo started feeling very hot. “Nope I’m taking you again right now!” He scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom.

~ End

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[flowesona]

Wicker Man - yandere! jungkook x reader

so my child @babeejk​ wanted a y! sugar daddy jungkook, and i live for nothing if not to fulfil her jungkook obsession so here we are. 

word count: 2.1k

pairing: y! jungkook x gn! reader

Most people (Y/N)’s age would spend their Friday night partying, hanging out with friends, trying new things. But (Y/N) was spending the best days of their life entertaining a young, rich CEO who would no doubt dump them for a new pretty face in a few years.

Jungkook was a sweet gentleman. Always made payments on time, and usually never pushed the boundaries. But there were instances where his hands crept a little too far for (Y/N)’s liking, or his grip on (Y/N)’s arm got a little too tight in the presence of his friends.

He was peaceful enough that Friday night, having ordered takeout for the two of them and put on a movie. Clearly, he needed the company of (Y/N) more than their body as most of their previous sugar daddies had coveted.

With (Y/N) placing their plate down onto the coffee table and relaxing into his arms to watch the movie, it was almost like they were dating. Jungkook didn’t dare push this idea often, happy to stick to the simple domesticity they had as if they were already in love and nothing needed to be said.

He pressed a kiss on the back of (Y/N)’s neck, enjoying the fleeting feeling of his lips on their skin. 

“You seem tired, baby. Want to go to bed?” The film was reaching its climax, but (Y/N)’s eyes were barely able to stay open.

“Mmmmm.” They replied, not protesting as he lifted them like a bride and carried them into his room to rest on his king sized bed.

(Y/N) had allowed a gentle smile to settle on their lips, their eyes having drifted closed. Jungkook settled himself beside them, feeling equally as at peace.

“I wish every night could be like this.” He mused allowed. “Would you like that, baby?”

(Y/N) was only his for two nights a week - Fridays and Saturdays, wherein he would often have them stay for the night.

“Mmmmm.” (Y/N) gave an ambiguous grumble as he hooked his arms around their chest to spoon them.

“Really? I can’t wait, baby. I love you, so much.”

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The morning after, (Y/N) woke up to an empty bed. Unusual, considering that Jungkook loved to wake up beside them and talk in the morning. Brushing that aside they stood up and padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Jungkook was seated at the counter, glasses perched on his nose and his laptop in front of him next to a steaming cup of hot water (allegedly, it had health benefits but (Y/N) had never understood it).

“Good morning, baby.” Jungkook had a bright smile, beckoning them to join him at the counter. (Y/N) followed his instructions, hopping onto the stool beside him and leaning on his shoulder in a move they knew he adored.

“I’ve been working hard for you this morning, baby. You know, I want to get this done as soon as possible so we can be together.”

“That’s good.” (Y/N) hummed in reply.

“How do you feel about the moving company getting there at two today? That’ll give us time to have lunch on the way.” Jungkook ran his hand down their arm, soothing them as he noticed how they tensed up.

“What?” 

“So you can move in, baby. Of course, you don’t have to bring everything here and I’ll be more than happy to buy anything extra you need-”

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” (Y/N) breathed out slowly. “Moving in?”

“We talked about it last night. You agreed, didn’t you?” (Y/N) scrunched up their nose, trying to recall the conversation but drawing a blank.

“No, I never agreed to that. And I never would. It’d break the terms of our contract.”

Jungkook had such a sincere look of hurt in his eyes that it tugged at (Y/N)’s heartstrings.

“We don’t need that contract, baby. We just need each other. You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?” 

“And what I want… no, what I need… is for some space. This is just my part time hustle, I still have college and a life outside of this. I want to keep it to two days a week, otherwise it’ll blur the lines between you as a sugar daddy and you as a boyfriend.” (Y/N) tried not to let their irritation show as they spoke.

“Fuck the lines, (Y/N)! We don’t need any of those labels, I just want you to be mine as much as I am yours!” Their companion’s grip on their arm had grown tighter to the point that his nails started to draw blood. Realising this, (Y/N) pried his hand away and stood up.

“I’m sorry if I’d misled you. But I’m not looking for that kind of relationship with you, I’m just looking for strictly business. If this doesn’t work, maybe we should end this.” 

Jungkook stared at them incredulously.

“Well…” He bit his lip, deep in thought. “Fine. Life will go on, I guess. I’ll call up the moving company and cancel it. Let’s not end this beautiful thing we have over a silly argument.”

(Y/N) nodded, although they had a horrible feeling in their stomach that it was not the end of the conversation, and Jungkook would stop at nothing to get his way.

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(Y/N) had chosen to make Thursday a ‘me’ day. They cooked themselves breakfast and lunch, did some online shopping and applied a face mask. They had zero intentions of visiting anyone else, when all they wanted to do was de-stress from life.

As they were lighting a candle and listening to some Beethoven, a shrill alarm rang out.

‘Huh. They don’t normally hold the drill today.’ (Y/N) shrugged, waiting for it to cease. However, it didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) grabbed their phone and stepped outside, only to see people hurrying down the stairs. 

“Hurry! Fire!” One of her neighbours yelled, jogging past them. 

Their eyes widened, but sure enough they could see smoke curling throughout the air and they knew they had no time to lose. Leaving their apartment with only their phone in hand, (Y/N) followed their neighbours down the stairs and out of the building, standing on the pavement as they watched the flames licking at the building and smoke billowing out of the open windows. Soon enough there were fire engines on the scene and ambulances to deal with the people who’d inhaled too much smoke. 

(Y/N) found themselves sitting on the pavement, numb with shock. To think everything they owned was going up in the flames was terrifying, even as they saw the firefighters doing everything to minimise the damage. 

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Their state of shock was broken by someone yelling their name, and suddenly they were pulled into a tight hug.

“Baby, thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.” 

“Jungkook?” (Y/N) instantly recognised the voice. “What- How-”

“I was in the area when I heard about what happened. I came as quickly as I could.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. 

“You need to rest. Come back to my place, okay?”

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(Y/N) had ended up staying there far longer than intended. Their apartment had been completely wrecked by the fire, since it had started on their floor. Every possession of theirs, gone so quickly, although of course Jungkook insisted on replacing whatever they wanted.

Jungkook seemed to be very much content with their prolonged stay. In fact, he’d been working from home for the first few days to make sure they were settled in and not feeling too lonely. (Y/N) would sit with him in his home office, since they didn’t really have much else to do, and scroll on their phone until he inevitably called them over to cuddle with him. 

The young man had become progressively bolder with his skinship, never holding back from pressing kisses to their neck or holding them a bit too tightly to his crotch. They hadn’t done ‘it’ yet, but with how he was acting it was only a matter of time. 

They were just sitting together, (Y/N) scrolling through instagram and Jungkook answering some emails when the desk phone rang. Jungkook reached around them to answer it, holding it to his ear for a few seconds before putting it back down.

“Your nintendo switch has just been delivered. I need to go down to the lobby and sign for it. Are you okay waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook pouted, as (Y/N) nodded in reply.

He pressed a kiss to their cheek before standing up.

“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” He smiled before leaving. 

(Y/N) let out a breath they didn’t realise they’d been holding in whilst he was there. But now, they were bored as ever. 

A chime rang out, and (Y/N) found their attention drawn to Jungkook’s phone, sitting there innocently. They reached over and picked it up, only seeing a text from his mother asking about dinner plans next week. But they noted how he’d changed his lockscreen to a picture of them, from a few nights ago when they’d accompanied him to a formal event and he’d asked one of his colleagues to take a picture of them together.

(Y/N) suddenly had something to do. They set about trying to unlock Jungkook’s phone, first trying their fingerprint and face ID but to no avail. Then, realising that he had a numeral password they tried typing in a few dates - his birthday, his parent’s anniversary. Then, out of sheer boredom and with only one attempt they tried their own birthday only for them to be granted access to his lockscreen.

‘Jeez, he needs to get a life if he’s that whipped for me.’ They sighed, as they scrolled through his phone. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, until they checked the photo gallery, to be met with tons of pictures of them. Screenshots from social media, snaps from their ‘dates’, selfies with them fast asleep in his arms. It was enough to make (Y/N) shudder with fright.

Another message popped up.

‘I need the other half of the payment, sir, or I will be contacting the police.’

(Y/N) clicked on it, expecting business talk only to be met with something else entirely. Fear settled in their stomach as they scrolled up through the messages.

‘(Y/N) has been evacuated outside, doesn’t seem to have been hurt.’

‘Someone’s called emergency services, but the fire should spread far enough that (Y/N)’s apartment will be damaged.’

‘I’ve started it, it’s spreading quickly.’

It didn’t take a genius to realise what had happened. 

(Y/N) dropped Jungkook’s phone on the floor in shock, standing up immediately. They’d walked right into his arms without hesitation, they’d played into his plan perfectly. Jungkook always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

‘I have to get out of here.’

(Y/N) started for the door, only stopping to tuck their phone into their pocket. They were just by the entrance to the penthouse when they heard talking outside.

They knew they had to hide, but it was too late. 

Jungkook burst through the door, accompanied by a stern faced delivery driver carrying a large box. This was subsequently placed by the door and he made a swift exit, avoiding (Y/N)’s existence the entire time.

“Ah, baby I missed you. Here, come and see what I bought for you.” Jungkook beckoned to them, but one look at their face told him he’d read their mood entirely wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed as he approached them. “Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Get the hell away from me.” (Y/N) snapped. Jungkook froze. “I know what you did. What the hell is wrong with you? I could’ve died in that fire?”

His face became stern.

“I would never have allowed that to happen. I just wanted to give you a little push to move in with me, that’s all.” 

“You’re insane!”

“And you’re too stubborn to progress our relationship!” Jungkook bit back. “Can’t you see how hard I try to make you happy? Is that not enough for you to love me?”

“I never want to see you again.” (Y/N) huffed, trying to show past him only to be caught in his iron grip. 

“You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) struggled, but Jungkook’s determination was stronger than their body weight.

“Maybe I am crazy, baby. And you know what that means?” He leant in close, so (Y/N) could feel the warmth of his breath. “You never know what I’m going to do next. So don’t try me unless you want to get burnt.”

[freakiish]

It’ll be fun

Not proof read but nothing I do ever is checckkk

Smut

Vinnie has been joking about a threesome since the first time we fucked. I always tell him no and laugh it off, until I really started thinking about it. “Vinnie?” I question, on our way to Aaron’s apartment to hangout while Troy and Ben are away. “What’s up?” He says glancing over at me. I’m quiet for a minute, “Is Aaron like... seeing anyone you think?” Vinnie laughs and shakes his head “Why you looking for a boyfriend?” He raises his eyebrows taking a drink of his water. “No because I kinda want to take both of you at the same time.” I say nonchalantly not even looking at him. Vinnie chokes on his water, “what?” He says coughing. “Yeah I’ve been thinking, and there’s something about Aaron that just makes me feel all hot.” Our eyes meet when he stops at the red light. I inch closer and closer to him, “You fucking me while Aaron fucks my face... maybe you get to watch him fuck my little ass,” our lips now inches apart. Vinnie’s speechless, I pull away with a satisfied smile as the light turns green. I move around in my seat feeling myself getting more and more turned on at the thought. I look over to see that Vinnie is also feeling the same way. His hand lands directly over my clothed pussy making me gasp at the unexpected contact. “Fuck y/n you’re dripping through your pants.” He bites his lip. I grab his hand and move it away as much as I don’t want to, “okay okay let’s slow down a little bit.” I take a deep breath as we pull into the parking garage.

The whole way up to the apartment Vinnie couldn’t keep his hands off me. Pulling me back into him, kissing me all down my neck making me moan out. “Okay Vinnie calm down,” I giggle. “I can’t keep my hands off you pretty girl,” he bites at my ear. “What are we going to say to Aaron when we go in?” “Well... maybe we should just be straight forward.” Vinnie says. We finally knock on the door waiting for him to answer. “What’s up guys?” He does his little handshake with Vinnie. “Hey y/n” his voice is soft. “Hey Aaron,” I say a little more seductively than intended, but my mind won’t stop wondering. We walk in going to sit on the couch. Vinnie’s hand landing high up on my thigh once more. It’s awkwardly quiet for a minute until Vinnie just starts nipping at my neck without a care in the world. I moan out a little bit, Aaron looks over at us with wide eyes. I look him up and down biting my lip.

“Aaron would you like to join the fun?” I ask bating my eyes. “Oh I-I don’t know if I shou-“ “It’ll be so much fun.” I move away from Vinnie scooting closer to him, “and I want you so bad.” I whisper in his ear. “We can even just make Vinnie watch, I’m sure he won’t mind.” Aaron looks from me over to Vinnie. “Man this could be a lot fun.” Vinnie says convincingly. I can tell Aaron is getting excited, he sighs, taking me by surprise pulling me into his lap. I look over at Vinnie who also seems to be surprised by Aaron’s sudden action. I look at Aaron, our lips crash together moving perfectly in sync. I start grinding my hips down on him his hands finding my ass giving it a squeeze. Small hums leave my lips as I kiss down his neck. “You’re supposed to be my innocent boy.” I tease. “I guess not today,” he bites back.

I look over to Vinnie who has began palming himself through his sweat pants. His visibly hard dick showing. I get off of Aaron positioning myself on all fours so I can tend to Vinnie while my ass is in the air in front of Aaron. Aaron’s hand comes down and smacks my ass while I pull down Vinnie’s pants. His dick springs up as I feel another smack land on my ass making me gasp. “Pull her pants down and feel how soaked she is Aaron.” My lips kiss all around Vinnie’s dick slowly licking the tip. My pants are yanked down to my knees feeling the cool air hit me. I feel Aaron’s middle finger hit my core rubbing up and down making me let out a moan. Aaron walks around over to Vinnie putting his fingers in his mouth. The site almost making me explode right then. I gag on Vinnie’s dick while he sucks Aaron’s fingers. “Fuck,” he throws his head back. I take my mouth off of Vinnie with a quick pop climbing up his body. I watch Aaron take his clothes off out of the corner of my eye so I get up to do the same. I get down on my knees to give Aaron some attention. Vinnie stands up next to him. I pump Vinnie in my hand while my mouth glides up and down on Aaron’s dick. Aaron let’s out a grown, “her mouth is like heaven right?” Vinnie whispers. “Oh fuck yes.” Aaron calls out as I take all of him down my throat.

“Let’s go to my room.” Aaron states making us scurry along quickly. I lay on the bed the two boys laying down on either side of me. Aaron tackles my jaw and neck kissing and sucking while Vinnie pinches and bites at my nipples making me cry out. My hands play with their hair. Their hands run along my sides giving me goose bumps all over. Aaron’s hand finds my pussy rubbing my clit. I look deep in his eyes my mouth agape when he sticks a finger in me. pumping slowly, “more fingers please.” I breathe out. Aaron puts another finger in as I feel Vinnie’s hand finding my clit. Both of them touching me at the same time makes me all the more wet. Vinnie’s mouth comes up finding my neck evening out the marks Aaron made on the other side. I’m a moaning mess. “Fuck Vin- A- Aaron shit I’m going to cum.” Aaron’s fingers curl up just right. “Cum for us princess.” Vinnie growls. My back arches up as I let go all over Aaron’s fingers. Aaron pulls them out bringing them to my mouth while Vinnie continues to rub my clit making me squirm.

The two boys stop and look at each other before looking back down at my bare body. “Get up and ride Aaron right now.” It’s obviously like Vinnie to take charge, especially in a situation like this. I crawl up on Aaron looking down at him positioning his cock right at my entrance. I slowly sink down on him my mouth open wide. “If you’re gonna open your mouth put my cock in it.” Vinnie says getting on his knees on the bed. I lean myself down to take Vinnie in my mouth while I ride Aaron. It’s hard to find a rhythm in this position, making Aaron frustrated he holds me still fucking up into me faster than I expected. I gasp choking on Vinnie’s dick. I pull of momentarily loose moans falling out of my mouth. Vinnie’s hands tangle in my hair, “be a good slut and let me fuck that mouth.” Now I have Vinnie fucking my throat and Aaron pounding into me. “God damn that pussy is so tight.” Aaron says from underneath me. I pull off of Vinnie to catch my breath. His lips smash into mine Aaron slowing down while I grind my hips on him while he’s deep in me.

I detach my lips from Vinnie going to kiss Aaron. “Need to give Vin a turn babe.” I plant a kiss on Aaron’s cheek getting off. Aaron groans standing up at the edge of the bed. Vinnie grabs my hair pulling me back, “open your mouth.” I open my mouth wide. Vinnie spits on my tongue. I hold it there getting on all fours so Vinnie can fuck me from behind. I take Vinnie’s spit that was in my mouth and spit it onto Aaron’s dick. I look up at him through my eyelashes while he looks down biting his lip. Vinnie slips right into my dripping pussy gripping my ass hard enough to draw blood. Now Aaron is fucking my mouth while Vinnie destroys me from behind. “Take me so well whore,” Vinnie grunts out. Aaron hisses when I gag around him. Spit and drool dripping down my chin, “shit I’m going to cum on your dick V.” I take Aaron back in my mouth while he leans over me spreading my ass for a better view of Vinnie fucking me. I let go on Vinnie clenching, my eyes rolling to the back of my head my legs trying not to close. Vinnie sits still inside me him and Aaron watching my holes clench and unclench.

I don’t even give myself time before I push Vinnie down on the bed, grabbing Aaron and kissing him sloppily all over his mouth, neck, and chest. I give him my innocent batty eyes again, “do you want to fuck my ass Aaron?” He watches me walk over to Vinnie straddling his lap. Vinnie’s hand comes up behind me circling my asshole. Aaron gets up behind me spitting on my hole, rubbing it around a little. He pushes his tip in my ass, I hiss looking down at Vinnie smirking up at me. He pushes in slowly. Feeling the slight burning sensation of the stretching makes me let out a yelp. Aaron begins to move slowly while I kiss and suck Vinnie’s neck. “You’re such a little whore letting Aaron fuck your ass. Want me to fuck that slutty little pussy at the same time?? Hmm?” “Yes Vinnie please fuck my pussy” Aaron pulls me up by the throat so my back is pressed against him. I spread my legs a little more getting myself ready for Vinnie to fuck up into me. My hands fly up behind me to tug on Aaron’s hair. Vinnie fucks up into my pussy hard while Aaron fucks my ass. Both of my holes being filled at the same time. It feels so good I can’t control how loud I am. Surely all of the neighbors hear me. The feeling begins to overwhelm my body. “Holy fuck I’m going to cum again I’m going to cum again.” I scream out “yes yes yes yes.” Vinnie pulls out of me and I fall back squirting hard all over Vinnie and all over Aaron’s bed. “Shiiittt,” Aaron’s hand rubs my clit still buried in my ass. He bites my ear. “I’m gonna cum.” “Yes please Aaron fill up my ass,” Vinnie strokes his cock watching the scene unfold. Two more thrusts and Aaron is cumming deep in my ass. His body twitches as he slowly slides out.

Vinnie quickly flips us over so he’s on top of me. Aaron gets off the bed standing to watch. “Yeah he filled up your ass you slut. My turn now baby I’m going to fill up that pussy.” My body is a sore shaky mess. “You like that? You want all of your holes filled with cum don’t you dirty whore?” “Mmmmm yes Vinnie please cum in my needy pussy.” And with that he cums deep in me. Letting out a very unholy growl.

He rolls over wrapping an arm around my head. Aaron laying on the other side of me doing the same. Cum dripping out of my holes, and an absolutely sopping wet bed. We sit there quietly for a minute, “holy shit,” I say. We all let out a laugh. I turn to look at them, “I may be able to get used to this?” I question raising my brow. “Oh I think so too.” Aaron says kissing my cheek. “Think you belong to us now.” Vinnie says squeezing my boob. I let out a sigh closing my eyes. “Think my pussy wants to cum hard again,” I say spreading my legs. “Count me in.” Aaron says.

[jatphatones]

Just Soothes the Soul | Owen Joyner x Reader

Just Soothes the Soul | Owen Joyner x Reader

Hello! Okay so first off huge fan and secondly, at the moment I am IN LOVE with the idea of cute, dorky/domestic fiancé Owen. I was wondering if you could do a fic about how him and reader have to get ready for an eventful day (Owen doesn’t want to get out of bed/keep his fiancé with him) however that night they are at a party for their friends but all they want to do is spend time together... however It is a little harder then they thought it would be?

Hi! So I casually came up with an Owen x reader fic idea when I was talking to my friend (randomly about weddings and how we would embarrass our roommate at hers in like 15 years) but a cutesy fic were reader and Owen are either dating (and having a good time at somebody’s wedding reception OR they are having a grand old time with friends and family/the cast (in the future) at their own reception.

A/N: so I decided to mix two requests together and I also just watched Risky Business for the first time today so this is what came out of it. I haven’t had time to edit it, but idgaf it was so much fun to write. Enjoy xx

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, drinking, typos

Masterlist

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When you look to your right, there’s a familiar, warm tingling in the back of your mind at the sight of the ruffled blonde hair splayed out on the pillow next to you. Its presence comes around more often now that the vacancy on your left ring finger has vanished. The engagement ring sitting prettily on your hand serves as a reminder that the figure drooling next to you will be drooling next to you forever.

As the morning haze starts to clear from your mind, you check your phone while Owen sleeps away. He’s been home for only just a week after wrapping up filming for one of his shows and you know that he needs about that much time to recover and settle back to normalcy. Yet, with one of your college friends getting married, you reluctantly stretch and start mentally preparing for the day. A slight grunt snaps you out of your planning and the shift in the blanket indicates that your fiance is starting to wake up as well.

“Good morning honey,” you whisper, turning to face the snuggled up man, piercing blue eyes hidden behind his heavy eyelids. His eyes flutter open when you start to card through his hair, pushing it off his face and letting the sunlight touch his cheeks.

“Morning,” he grunts. He lets out a muttered apology when he tries to pull you into his side but ends up knocking the wind out of you when his arm clumsily lands on your stomach. When you finally cuddle into his chest, he lays a lazy kiss on your forehead and yawns. “What time is it?”

“It’s time for us to get ready for Katie’s wedding,” you inform him. His bare abs clench and then relax when you start drawing random circles on them. Your perfectly manicured red nails contrast against his pale skin.

He groans, knowing exactly how much energy today is going to take. Owen’s excited for it, don’t get him wrong, but with the way your eyes are half-lidded from sleepiness and your calming touch, he didn’t even want to consider leaving your bed.

“Do we have to go? Can we just stay here all day? We can still send them their wedding gifts because that’s all engaged couples care about anyways,” he grumbles, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

“No, we can’t just send them their gift and bail,” you scoff playfully, “besides, you know Katie would murder me if I didn’t come.”

“True, and I don’t really like the idea of my fiance dying before I ask for wedding gifts myself.”

“Me neither,” you look up at him and see a tired smile emerge from another yawn. Not able to contain yourself, you reach up and place your lips on him, reveling in the gentle caress of his lips. He reveals his more awakened state by deepening the kiss until he’s hovering over you and tangling his tongue with yours.

“Mmmmm, I know what you’re trying to do,” you whisper against Owen’s mouth. He ignores your statement and dives back in. You play along for just a few more seconds, but pull away before you get too lost in his tender kisses. “That’s enough lover boy. We gotta get out of bed.”

Owen hangs his head in defeat, unknowingly making some of his blonde hair fall into your mouth. You push him off with a sputter, playfully scolding him for being so difficult. Yet, even with his petty pout and determination to keep the bed warm, Owen can’t resist your invitation to a shower. He just about trips over the blanket while scrambling right into your bathroom with you.

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“Aren’t you glad we got out of bed this morning?” You say into Owen’s ear. He only gives you an eye roll as he claps along with the rest of the crowd.

Katie and her now husband make a grand entrance into the reception, loved ones left and right cheering for the happy couple as they walk to the front of the hotel ballroom. When the crowd dies down, light chatter fills the air as everyone starts to dig into their food.

You’d barely had time to talk to Owen in between all the catch up with friends. While you caught up with your college friends, he caught up with the boyfriends. Even now, as you sit side by side, you’re drawn into separate conversations. That doesn’t stop your fiance from leaving a loving hand on your knee while you two happily engage with other people.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Brody, one of your other college friends, catches your attention and all of a sudden the whole table grows curious at Brody’s beckoning.

“What’s up?” your curiosity grows into dread as a shit eating grin spreads across your old friend’s face. You start to anticipate the worst trouble he could ask but it doesn’t work.

“Have you not told Owen about your notorious title in college?”

There’s mixed reactions around the whole table. Laughter and giggles clash with the taunts and jeers, but you focus on the haughty but questioning smirk painted on Owen’s face. He squeezes your knee when you groan and place your hands on your warm face.

“I don’t think she has. Pray tell what it was, babe?” Owen teases, anticipating a very good story behind this mysterious title. You send Brody daggers, but he shrugs it off with ease.

You sigh and mutter it to Owen. His mouth opens in shock as he announces your answer.

“Whiskey Business?” he starts dying with laughter like everyone else and you scrunch your nose.

“Babe, stop laughing,” you whine.

“Oh my god whiskey business that’s hilarious. How did you get that name?” he asks once he settles down and catches his breath. Too embarrassed to explain, you signal for Brody to answer which he gladly obliges.

“Little miss Y/N over here got so drunk drinking whiskey for the first time...was it sophomore year? Yeah, sophomore year. Anyways, she got so wasted that she thought she could do the Tom Cruise slide from ‘Risky Business’ and ended up crashing into the beer pong table, spilling all the beer. We don’t know what it is about whiskey, but she will end up trying to do the slide every time she drinks it. Hence, Whiskey Business.”

“That’s amazing,” Owen responds, looking at you in a whole different light while you suffer in your seat.

“Thank you, Brody, for exposing me,” you snap lightly, not really that offended by your friend. He only raises his glass to you as Owen still stares at you in awe. Everyone else chuckles throughout this whole story and eventually gets back to their own conversations.

“How come you never told me about this?” Owen asks once he finally has some alone time with you. He throws an arm around the back of your chair, boxing you in so that you can’t escape answering his question.

“Because it’s embarrassing and honestly such a cliche. Drinking college reputation? Not exactly something I’m bragging about,” you say, distracting yourself with the food in front of you rather than the growing mischievous glint in Owen’s eyes. You know exactly what he’s going to say next.

“So would you like some whiskey? It’s an open bar,” he suggests with too much cheerfulness in his voice. Already dying from revealing your cringy past, you just about choke at your fiance’s suggestion.

“Nuh-uh,” you vigorously shake your head. Throughout your relationship with Owen, you’ve gone along with most of his shenanigans. It’s safe to say that the pair of you are truly partners in crime. However, this time is not the place nor the occasion to play with fire and whiskey. Before he can persuade you, he’s interrupted by announcements and speeches.

-

If you knew Katie, you knew that her wedding festivities would be wild - and she did not disappoint.

The champagne flowed, the dance floor shook, and abundant laughter filled the space between party songs. And you - you were vibing. And if your use of the term ‘vibing’ was not an indication of your current state, then let me be more direct: you were bubbly off the champagne.

At least that’s what Owen would describe if he had the chance to talk to you since the speeches. After the tear-jerking, heartfelt speeches, you and your girlfriends left the table as per the summons of the new bride. The boys provided each other company for the longest time as the girls happily entertained the bride and groom. Owen longed for your presence after his third serving of gin and tonic, but he was barely able to hold your hand before you were whisked away for more wedding festivities.

Likewise, you have the same problem. Right after you catch the bouquet, you wanted to find Owen and tell him how fitting it was that an engaged woman caught the bouquet, but your fiance was nowhere to be found. Your friends became a distraction as they pulled you to the open bar and shoved flute after flute of champagne into your hands - which worsens your current predicament even more.

“Y/N!”

“Baby!” You turn away from your circle of dancing wedding goers and finally spot Owen stumbling his way to you. You can’t even say that he looks worse for wear - if anything he looks better for wear (you’re not even making sense anymore). His loosened bow tie and rolled up sleeves makes you swoon more than the multitude of champagne flutes does. His previously perfect hair style is all tousled up now and when he runs his hand through his hair, you don’t even register your hand pulling him into your body until he collides with you.

“Woah! Hey there,” Owen offers his charming smile and it’s probably whiter than the bride’s own dress. You might be looking through rose tinted glasses right now, but that doesn’t take away with how absolutely gorgeous Owen is as he grips your hips steadily.

“Hey there, handsome. Haven’t seen you in a while,” you throw your arms around his neck and place a quick peck to his lips. He reaches down, not satisfied with the kiss, and pulls you in for a better kiss - one that shows how much he missed you even when you were in the same room.

“Mmmm, what have you been up to?” Your half-lidded eyes remind Owen of this morning and how beautiful you looked in the sunlight. He craves that again, but also loves how beautiful you look under this light too.

“The guys have been keeping me occupied this whole time. Your friends are absolutely wild. Explains a lot actually,” he smirks, tightening his grip on you and making the both of you sway despite the fast pace of the current dance song.

“What does that mean?” you scoff, your own smirk threatening to come out.

“You may be a little bit more tame now, but I have an idea of how wild you were in college. I wished I knew you then.”

“I don’t. Then I would have definitely embarrassed myself in front of you somehow.”

“And you don’t do that now?” Owen quirks an eyebrow and you chuckle because you know he’s right. As much as he is clumsy and dorky, so are you.

“So…” Owen trails off, you wait for him to continue, but from one little squint from his left eye and the way he bites his lip, you know exactly what he’s going to say, “would you like a glass of whiskey?”

“Fine! You’re lucky I’m already loved up on champagne and that you look so good right now.”

“I’m just kidding you know? As much as I would love to know your infamous dance moves, you don’t have to listen to me.”

“No, it’s okay baby. I haven’t had a good glass of whiskey in a while and besides, it’s an open bar.”

Owen shivers as your soft hands fall from his neck and run down his arm, grabbing his hands and leading him to the said open bar. His surprise at your steady walk turns into happiness as you turn around and throw him a funny face just for fun. When you arrive at the bar, you throw your best charming smile at the bartender and ask for two whiskeys. As soon as you get what you ordered, you push the glass into Owen’s hand before sipping at your own.

“If I’m subjecting myself to this, you will too because you’re my fiance.”

“Till death to us part baby,” you smile at him as he takes a healthy swig of his drink. Now that you’re both standing next to one another and sharing a drink, it’s easy for the rest of the world to fall away until it’s just you and Owen. You both easily fall into conversation, talking about everything and nothing.

“If I had to give a speech at Charlie’s wedding, I would probably just say I pray for his wife,” Owen says after finishing his drink. He signals the bartender for the same order.

“No, you wouldn’t,” you giggle, finishing up your drink and welcoming the next one, “you would talk about how much you admire him and then say you would pray for his wife.”

“You know me so well.”

“Duh, that’s why you asked me to marry you.” You both cheers and drink your glass. By the time the third whiskey is consumed, the party is still going and you and Owen were having a blast with each other.

You observe the dance floor during one of the lulls in your conversation, watching your friends still dancing the night away. Meanwhile, Owen catches Brody’s eye and raises his glass to him. Brody, understanding the situation, immediately goes to the DJ booth and puts in a very special request.

Your head whips towards Owen as soon as the opening notes of “Old Rock and Roll” plays overhead. Owen doesn’t have time to act innocent because you already have his hand in yours as you pull him away from the bar. You bring him right to the edge of the dance circle that clears as per the instructions of your college friends who know exactly what’s about to happen.

Now, after the disaster that was the first time you drank whiskey, you’ve perfected the iconic move despite inebriation. Even in heels, you elegantly slide into the middle of the dance floor with no shame and all the confidence. You happily dance by yourself in the middle of a packed crowd, but then you feel a presence behind you.

“Old time rock and roll!” Owen belts out, throwing his arms out wide as he slides in just like you did earlier. Everyone around you cheers and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. He dances with you, spinning you around, dipping you, all of the moves that he can think of. Owen, impressed by how committed you are to the song, happily matches your energy and starts moving even crazier with you following his lead. Soon, everyone starts dancing and singing along, the party never stopping for a second.

“Nice moves Whiskey Business!” Owen yells once the song starts to close. You throw your head back in laughter. Your head wasn’t swimming from the alcohol, but rather the euphoria Owen brings with every swing of his arm and goofy step he takes in lieu of you.

“Right back at you,” Owen takes your hands one more time and spins you around until you land right into him, hands landing on his chest. His broad hands cover yours, thumbing at the engagement ring he proposed with all those months ago. The warm tingling feeling from this morning is back in full force as Owen catches his breath under your palms.

Being with Owen is easy. In the years of friendship and then relationship, life with Owen became lighter - like he’d lifted a burden you never knew you carried. Then again, he always presented himself as the solid stone that you can rely on. Whenever there was a need for a good cry, he offered his shoulder. Whenever there was a need for a celebration, he offered his hands to lift you off the ground. Whenever there was a need for a partner, or, specifically, a dance partner, he was already standing right next to you, holding your hand.

You could say that the wedding or the prospect of your wedding has made you all sappy. But maybe it was just Owen - your partner in crime, your fiance, your forever whiskey business dance partner.

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A/N: I wrote the word whiskey so many times that it started to look weird to me lol. I also know that it can also be spelled whisky btw. idk if that matters to y’all. Anyways, if you haven’t seen my previous post, I will be posting a new request every day this week. I’ve posted Behind the Love yesterday so check that out and get ready for more! - Titi xx

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Cricket!!!!!!!!

Questions for the wisest and amazing OC creator here!!!

Who was the very first OC that you can remember? Which Fandom remained closer to you till today? Which OC you wish to develop more but left it in the way back in your mind for years? The OC you wish can become real? The fandom you want to get into recently? The best OC and the OC you could change a bit more in developing?

*Sigh* you got one handful of questions here, dearest. But I just love your skills.

*Tackle Hugs*

Hi there, MY DARLING GIULIETTA!!

Thank you SO MUCH for barging into my inbox, it's always SUCH A JOY to see you here!! <3

so, without further ado, let me just dive down into all the questions you have asked me!

BRACE YOURSELF, BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG ONE!

1) So, the first oc that I created that I can remember was Elwen Anariel, the Elven lady of Rivendell, daughter of Elrond Peredhel and Celebrian, and youngest sister to Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir. I remember creating her around the year 2001-2002, when The Lord of The Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring came out in cinemas, and I was literally STARSTRUCK by it. I was SO IN LOVE with the scenery, the story, the characters (Eomer my beloved), that I was immediately enraptured by it! Needless to say, it became my obsession for the subsequent five years.

Here, allow me to share a relic of a bygone era, an old artwork of Arwen, Aldea and E(l)wen, the first original character I have ever created!

(i know it looks like crap, but I am still so super proud of 13yo me for just drawing this!! <3)

2)As for OCs I would like to develop more that I have left in the backburner of my mind, I'd probably say my Arkady Armstrong, the oc I created for FullMetal Alchemist when I was in high school. The way FMA as a manga and anime has somewhat shaped my way of storytelling and development of characters and character arcs (along with my INSANE love for the manga per se -like, ALEX AND OLIVIA ARMSTRONG, MY BELOVEDS) can't truly be explained, and when I created Arkady, it was the first time I truly felt motivated and compelled to do a crapton of research in order to create a multifaceted character that could ACTUALLY be considered almost canonical inside the universe of FMA. Unfortunately, due to all the studying and the IRL problem I had during that time of my life I never truly had the chance to fully develop Arkady as she deserved and as I wanted, but I don't discard the possibility that I might pick her up again and revise her!

Here, allow me to share an old artwork of her that I took directly from my old DA page:

3)The OC I wish can become real?? this one is truly AN AMAZING QUESTION!!

mmmmm.... I cannot answer with only one, tbh, I am truly unable to, but if I could make some of my ocs real, they would be without a doubt my Colette and Dorothea, because they are my most recent ocs and among my most beloved. I would also love that my JJ from "Pirates of The Caribbean" were real, because she was lots of fun and I honestly have some of the best memories connected to her! <3

4)As for the fandom I would want to get into recently, I have to be honest, I don't truly have one! I am quite content to stay into the AC fandom and don't move from there for the time being! If anything, I would love to revisit some of the old fandoms I have been into!!😂😂

5) As for the best oc, I don't truly have one and I am afraid I am not the best judge when it comes to which is my best oc and which one is the worst, because I love them all equally! 😅However, I can say which one I think I developed the most and the best, and they are, without doubt, my Dorothea Starrick from AC: Syndicate, my Nabyrie Leia Ondore from FFXII and my twin girls Grace and Veronica Caruso from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. These characters are, without doubt, the one I wrote the most about, both privately and publicly, and the one I can definitely say I did the biggest amount of research for AND the one I wrote for the most. Just for the Caruso twins I have 3-4 notebooks filled with notes, drabbles, sketches and whatnot, and don't let me start on Nabyrie and Dorothea! 😂😂😂

Since I am here, allow me to share an old picture of the Caruso twins that I did almost 5 years ago

And also allow me to share a couple of picture of Nabyrie, one that I did in 2006, when I still drew on paper and one that instead I did more recently in 2018.

5) The OC I could change a bit more in developing??? mmmmm it would probably be my Elwen Anariel, because when I created her and developed her, I was only 12, so I wasn't as thorough or as precise as I am now (and I am still learning a great deal, which is the best part of gaining wrinkles and grey hair *cries in crone* ), so, if I had the chance, I would probably change her more, and make her a more well rounded character!!

WELL, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THESE QUESTIONS! THEY WERE A DELIGHT!! <3

--Nemo

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Holding the leash around Eliza’s neck, Clark opens the large black door in front of them. With only a leather collar around her neck she feels the warm air on her naked body. As the door opens she sees the bondage bench in the middle of the room. It's low to the ground, and obviously used to bind someone in a doggy style position.

Eliza whimpers quietly, holding her ground and not moving forward. 

"on your hands and knees" Clark commands. "if you want your tuition money this is the contract you signed. I get to use you however I want for 24 hours."

She bites her lips. “I don’t like this. I’m sorry.”

["that's too bad." Clark pulls the leash down. Eliza feels the collar digging into her neck as he pulls her to the ground. As she falls to her hands and knees, the cold concrete under her, he steps on the leash. She feels her upper body pulled downward, pinning her in place. "This is the deal Eliza. You're mine."

Her body feels exposed, ass in the air as she looks back up to the bench. She whimpers again, close to tears now. 

“let's go" He says, tugging the leash. She feels the leather choking as she is drug forward towards the bondage bench.

She crawls on her hands and knees, but almost falls a few times onto her face trying to keep up. 

Clark feels his cock straining agianst his pants as he watchs her crawling behind him, her tits swinging under her. "Mmmm, I'm going to have fun with you" he moans as He looks at her naked body shamelessly. "you're going to earn your money today. Now get up on the bench."

She whimpers, her knees drawing together

He reaches under her, cupping her tits in his hands, and pulls her up. He pushes her down onto the bench, her ass up high. She feels the first leather cuff tighten around her wrist.

Eliza pulls against it, but it’s already tightly bound as he grabs her other hand. She tries to pull away but he was too strong.  She feels her tits pressing under her as the man binds her to the bench, her arms pulled down on either side. "you're going to be fucked like a bitch in heat, today." He growls as he moves behind her.

Her body betrays her, wet dripping down her slit as She shakes in fear. 

"Mmmm, I knew you were a dirty little slut." He says from behind her as he sees her pussy starting to drip. "look at this wet pussy." His fingers slide against her pink lips.

Her legs try to close tightly, to no avail as he keeps teasing.

"ah ah ah." He says, grabbing her legs. "this is mine now." She feels him spreading your legs open wide, her sensitive pink pussy exposed. He wraps the leather cuffs around her ankles, finishing binding her in place. "Mmmmm, now I really get to enjoy my new toy." He says, rubbing her pussy.

She makes a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a whimper, her body loving the sensation despite the feeling of being used. 

His fingers rub her wet slit, fingertips sliding up and down between her sensitive pink lips. "mmm look how wet you are already my little toy. I think you're having more fun than I am." He smile as He watches her slick juices drip down her bound thighs.

She pulls at my restraints again, desperately. “Pease…” she begs, her mind getting foggy. 

"please what?" He asks with a smirk. He digs a little deeper, lips spreading open as he starts to push a finger inside of her slick hole. "Mmmm, you're tight." Clark moans.

“Please… let me go…” she gasps as he enters her.

He feels her tight pink walls gripping his finger as He forces it inside of her, cock rock hard. "I don't think you really want to be let go." He says as Her juices covers his finger. "at least this tight hole of yours doesn't want to be let go."

Her heart races, terrified as her hips start to rub against his fingers. 

He moans as he feels her hips bucking against his finger, loving his control over her. "I think you secretly want to be used like a little slut." She feels another finger at her slick entrance, her lips spreading open as he starts to sink it into your tight wet hole.

She whimpers loudly, the pressure overwhelming her senses. 

"mmm fuck." He growls as her pussy stretches to take his fingers, her slick juices leaking down her thighs. "your so fucking tight. Max is going to love this pussy."

[> “Max?” She asks, heart racing faster, fear trailing into her voice. 

"oh yes." He says with a smile, his fingers spreading her open as he forces them inside of her. "you didn't think I would keep such a tight pussy all to myself did you? I'm going to be sharing you with my best friend."

[she whimpers louder. “Please! Please let me go!”

He feels her tight pink walls gripping his fingers as He start to finger fuck her. "That's not the deal Eliza. You're mine to do with as I please, and I'm going to watch you getting fucked hard." She feels his fingers grinding against her g spot as they slide in and out of her. She squirts, crying out with each thrust as her hot cum coats his fingers as she orgasms, her body slumping further. 

"mmm fuck, you little whore." He moans as her juices coat his hand and arm. His fingers continue to fuck her tight hole, moving faster with the added pussy juices. "I think you're ready to meat Max... He can be a bit rough."

> “No!” She screams. “Please, it hurts!!”

He whistles loudly for his friend to join them, his fingers grinding against your tight twitching walls. "here he comes" he growls from behind her. As Eliza looks up to see the man who will be fucking her, she is instead greeted by a large brown dog. "meet my best friend Max." The man says with a grin.

Her eyes widen. “What???” She says deliriously, body still high from the orgasm. 

She watches the dog walking towards her, and she can see his red cock already starting to emerge from under him. The man angles his fingers down, digging into her gpot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "mmm, yes that's right. MAX Here is going to be fucking your tight little pussy. You're going to be his bitch."

She shakes her head. “No… no this isn’t what we agreed!!” 

"I've changed the deal" he growls as the wet sounds of her pussy fills the room. "you're my little fuck toy and I'm going to do whatever I want."

She whimpers, the dog beginning to lick her face sloppily. 

"open your mouth for him." He commands. "he wants to kiss his bitch." the wet tongue covers her face with slobber.

She opens her mouth, the smell overwhelming as She gags.

"good girl." Clark says with a smile, his fingers still fucking her fast. As she opens her mouth max forces his tongue past her lips. She feel his huge smelly dog tongue licking the inside of her mouth, sliding along every surface.

Her body gives in to another hard orgasm, and She feels her own tongue stick out her open mouth and let max lick her deeper. 

The dog tongue pushes deeper into her mouth as she moans and bucks. She feels it licking her own outstretched tongue as it pushes all the way in to the back of her throat. "Mmmm, look at you cum you dirty little whore. I bet you can't wait for that doggy dick to stretch this tight pussy of yours."

Tears start to well in her eyes as She comes back to reality a bit. She pulls her mouth away again. “No, please..”

"max come." He commands. "I can see what you really want." Clark growls as the dog begins to walk behind your bound body. Eliza can feel his course fur on her naked skin. "you're a filthy slut and you want to be fucked by a dirty dog."

She shakes her head quickly, trying desperately to move away but it’s no use. She cries out loudly. 

She feels his fingers pulling out of her slick hole as He makes room for max, her tight pussy gripping him like it doesn't want to let go. Clark smiles as he sees a string of her pussy juice hanging from his wet fingers, connecting back to the girl’s dripping hole. "are you ready to become max's bitch?"

She shakes her head again. “No no no no no,” She cries over and over. “Please!”

The dogs nose sniffs at her opening curiously, his cold nose poking at her opening.

"max up!" He commands. She feels the huge dog's weight fall on her ass as he mounts her naked and bound body. His weight pins her down, holding her firmly under him. She feels his paws land on her back, his claws scratching her skin.

She whimpers, trying to buck her ass so he gets down but it just scratches her back more. 

The dogs paws slide along your naked back as you struggle underneath him. She can feel the stinging red marks already beginning to form on her skin. Max slides his paws to your hips, scratching the sides of her huge tits as he slides along her sides. "max here is going to fuck you hard." He says, stroking his cock as he watches him holding her. "he's got a huge cock too, he's really going to stretch you wide." She tries to push away, thinking about all the dog sperm in his cock. What would happen? What if I got pregnant with puppies? She tries to think through the fog. That’s not possible… is it?

Max grips your hips tight, holding her in place as he starts to hum her ass. She can feel his wet pointed cock pushing against her pussy lips as he searches for her opening.

she tries to buck away, but she accidentally bucks right into him, his cock filling her up and stretching her wide. She gasps loudly. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. 

Max feels the tip of his cock push inside of her. He growls and slams forward, stretching her tight pussy painfully. She feel her cunt forced open as the smooth cock pushes into her dripping hole, much warmer than any man's.

She moans, looking up at him and cries loudly as he watchs her, jerking off and smile at her. 

His cock twitches hard in his hand as she looks up into his eyes. Her body shakes as Max fucks her. She can feel his huge cock sinking deeper in to her tight hole with every thrust. The dog growls and pants above her as she feel her pussy stretching deeper and deeper.

Finally, he hits the girls cervix. She whimpers, feeling her mind turn to mush as he thrusts deeper. “I’m a bitch..” She says quietly. 

Max leans his body down over her back, head by her ear. As her body shakes from each hard thrust she can hear him panting beside her, never letting her forget that she was being fucked by a dog. The pain and pleasure mix in her body as the pointed dog cock bashes against her cervix over and over. "what did you say Eliza?" He asks getting close to her. "I want to hear you say it again."

She whimpers. “I’m… a bitch” she says louder. 

"say it Eliza." He commands. "I want to hear you say it louder." max fucks her pussy mercilessly, pussy juices and dog cum pouring down her thighs as the wet sounds of her being fucked by a dog fill the room.

“I’m a bitch!” She says louder, panting with the dog. “I’m a dogs breeding bitch!”

"mmm good girl." The man says with a smile, knowing she has been turned into a little doggy whore. "say it again I command."

“I’m a bitch!” She yells out, feeling the dog fucking harder. 

She can feel something large pushing against her stretched pussy lips as max slams into her over and over again. "say it again." He commands. "I want to watch you cum as you say it."

“I’m a dogs breeding bitch!” She yells out, feeling herself on the edge.

She feels her pussy beginning to stretch even wider, her lips spreading painfully.

She starts to cum, moaning the words. “I’m a bitch!!”

He watches her body twitch and writhe under the huge dog as she cums. Spit drooling out of the side of her mouth as she pants and moans. "Mmmm It looks like Max is just about ready to knot you." He says, looking behind her.

"good girl." He moans at her words. Satisfied that his bitch has been bred max steps off of her, pulling his cock from her stretched pussy. A torrent of cum pours out of her gaping pussy covering hee legs. "did you have fun my little pet?" He says as he undos the straps and helps her to her feet. 

She nods silently, realizing how broken in she became so quickly. 

"good girl." He smiles.

[justcallmefox89]

The Demon Prince’s Wedding - Part II

Art by @greedylilshit

Art by @daddydemus​

I sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously twisting my engagement ring around on my finger as I wait for Mammon and Diavolo to finish getting ready for our wedding ceremony.

At least I was able to talk Dia down to a small celebration in the gardens.....

He had wanted to throw a ball and invite the entire Devildom.  I was currently trying to talk him out of declaring his future heir’s birthday as an official Devildom holiday.  

The man has no restraint. 

“Arianthi?  Beloved?”  Diavolo’s low voice eventually draws me out of my reverie.  

“Mmmm?  What’s up Dia?”

“Could you light the candles and the fire and then come help me?”  Diavolo asks absentmindedly as he adjusts his clothing.  

Small globules of flames burst forth from my fingertips, delicately touching the candle wicks and consuming the firewood in the fireplace grate.  Soft, golden light caresses Diavolo’s silhouette as he grumbles to himself and starts selecting his jewelry for the evening.

I cross the room to stand on my tiptoes behind him, smoothing the black fur of the shawl that covers his broad shoulders. 

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my father today, have you princess?”  Diavolo asks hesitantly.

Arawn.  That must be what has Diavolo so fidgety.

I try to rearrange my face into placid expression of neutrality.

“No, my prince.  Should I ask some of the servants to start looking for him?”  I offer as I run my hands over his wings in the soothing motions I know he loves.

Diavolo shakes his head.  “I was just curious.  I’m sure he’ll be here tonight, I just wonder where he’s got off to.”

“He’s cutting it awful close, the ceremony will be starting soon,” I murmur.  “Not a good time to be going missing.”

“Princess........”  Diavolo sounds exhausted.  

“He should be there.  For you, if nothing else.”

Diavolo tenses beneath my touch. “This can’t be easy for him either.”

For the duration of our engagement Arawn had been an obstinate roadblock, and his refusal to take part in the festivities had been a constant source of hurt and disappointment for Diavolo, even if it wasn’t entirely surprising.  

So many problems could be solved if they would just let me set him on fire.....

An annoyed growl breaks low in my throat and I walk away from him.  “I’m going to go see what’s taking Mammon so long; he should have been out of the shower twenty minutes ago.”

“Princess.”  Diavolo’s tone is soft and cajoling.   He eases down into one of the large armchairs that sits in front of the fireplace.  “Come to me.  That’s an order from you future husband and king.”

I roll my eyes and huff out a low laugh, crossing the room to settle into his lap. Diavolo gathers me in his arms and holds me tightly to his chest.  I snuggle deeper into his embrace and nuzzle my face into his neck, tracing the tattoos on his chest with a fingertip. 

Diavolo twitches slightly.  “That tickles,” he laughs quietly, trying to grab my hand.

I raise my eyebrows in surprises and snatch my back back quickly, before diving down to gently tickle his ribs.

“Not fair Arianthi!”  Diavolo squirms and giggles, trying to get free.  He finally settles for wrapping both arms around me, pinning me to his chest and effectively stopping my wandering hands.

“Mmmmm,” he murmurs softly in my ear.  “Such a pretty little demon in my lap and for once I have her all to myself.”

Diavolo’s lips brush against my ear, then my neck as he drops a series of warm, soft kisses across my jaw and to my lips.  He captures my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue teasing mine as his hands drop down to my hips, delicately stroking the smooth silk of my dress.

“You two gettin’ started without me?”  A husky voice behind us asks.

Diavolo gives me one last lingering kiss before allowing me to adjust in his lap so I can see our fiancé.

Mammon’s hair is still damp from his shower, and all he’s wearing is an unzipped pair of low slung leather pants.  Behind me I can feel Diavolo’s breath hitch for a moment before he gives a deep grumble of appreciation.  

Mammon holds up his leather jacket and harness and gives me a wicked smile.  “Come help me get dressed baby?”

“Always, my love.”  I push myself out of Diavolo’s lap and slowly walk towards Mammon, allowing him to take in my appearance for the evening.

“Mmmm.......I love it when you have your wings out,” he murmurs before giving me a deep kiss.  “And wearin’ red tonight too?  Am I back in the Celestial Realm and nobody’s told me yet?”

"You are such a cheeseball,” I tease, dropping a smattering of kisses across his muscular shoulders before helping him shrug into his harness and jacket.  “But it’s adorable.”

“Oi!  A demon ain’t allowed to compliment his girl?”  Mammon teases me back, placing his hands on my hips.

“By all means feel free to keep going and never stop,” I murmur against his lips, lightly stroking his leather clad thighs before slowly zipping his pants.

“Ok, new idea,” Mammon says, kissing me softly.  “I vote we ditch the reception  and lock ourselves in this room and don’t come out for at least a month.” 

I cuddle close to his chest.  “I like this plan.”

Diavolo groans behind us.  “You two are entirely too tempting.”

He stands and wraps his arms around us, pulling both of us close.  I relax into their arms, savoring the warmth of their bare skin as the tension slowly leaves my body.

“The guests are arriving my loves.”  Diavolo sighs as he releases us from his embrace.  “We need to make our entrance.”

Mammon smiles as he smooths a few stray feathers on my wings and tucks them back into place.  “Ready for this baby?”

I offer him a shaky grin.  “Not even a little.”

“You’re both going to be amazing.”  Diavolo gives us each a soft kiss and ushers us out of the room.  “Let’s go get married.”

Thirty minutes later the three of us stand in the gardens in front of our closest friends and family.  Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Barbatos, and Mammon’s brothers beam at us, while Arawn lounges in a chair and looks bored.  Rather than have an officiant, we had decided to incorporate the six demon lords into our ceremony.  Arawn had also been invited to contribute, but had never confirmed if he will or not.

The three of us stand in a loose triangle, our right hands joined together.  Lucifer steps forward and wrap a red silk ribbon around our hands.  

“Do the three of you promise to always work through you problems together, and never let your pride get in the way?”  

Mammon, Diavolo, and I glance at each other with shy smiles.  “We do,” we say as one.

Lucifer gives Mammon a proud smile.  “So it shall be done.”

Levi stands next, shakily draping a purple ribbons over our hands.  “D-do you all promise to support each other, and encourage each other, without becoming envious of each other’s successes?”

“We do.”

“S-so it shall b-be d-done.”  Levi quickly sits back down and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

“Congratulations you three,” Satan whispers, as he places a green ribbon over our joined hands.  He continues on in a louder voice, “Do you three promise to always be kind and loving to each other, and never turn on each other in anger?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”  Satan inclines his head in small gesture of respect before returning to his seat.

Asmo bounds up next with a squeal of delight, grinning and giving us each a kiss on the cheek before winding his deep pink ribbon with his brothers’.  “Do you three promise to build a beautiful life together, and to try to find wonder in your everyday life?” 

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Beel shuffles up next, a shy smile on his face as he softly wraps an orange ribbons around our hands.  “Do you three promise to always nurture your bond and never let it grow weak?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie follows his twin, for once looking only marginally sleepy.  He weaves the bright blue ribbon with other.  “Do you three promise to always sleep next to each other, and attempt to make each sweet dream you have a reality?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie glances over his shoulder at Arawn, who pointedly remains seated, but briefly locks eyes with Diavolo and holds up his own black ribbon before releasing it and allowing it to flutter to the ground.

Mammon and I both growl, infuriated by the shattered look on Diavolo’s face.  Belphie quickly grasps our joined hands as Diavolo wrests control over his features.  

“The promises have been sworn and witnessed, so they shall be done.  In the eyes of the Devildom the three of you are now married.  I pronounce you husband, wife, and husband.”  

He turns to our small audience.  “I present to you for the first time King Diavolo, Queen Arianthi, and Lord Mammon.  Long may they reign, in health and happiness.”

The three of us exchange soft kisses and stand silently for a moment, beaming at each other.  Diavolo softly squeezes my hand before whispering, “Shall we move on to the reception my loves?”

“Yeah, let’s go check out all the wedding gifts!”

“Mammon!”  Diavolo and I scold him in unison.

Mammon is saved as Barbatos and Luke join us.

“My lord, the rest of your guests who weren’t invited to the ceremony have gathered in the ballroom for the reception.  They may begin to get restless if you don’t join them shortly,” Barbatos says softly.

“Plus, you need to see the cake!”  Luke is fairly vibrating with excitement as he grabs my hand.  “Barbatos let me help him make it!”

“I’m sure it’s perfect Luke.”  I smile down at him.  “You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”  

Luke scurries away, following Mammon, Diavolo, and Barbatos as the wind their way through the gardens and back to the castle.  I stay still, breathing in the heavy perfume of the night blooming flowers and taking a moment just for myself.

“Hiding from your husbands already?”

I cringe at the sultry voice coming from behind me.  He really does ruin everything.

I inhale sharply before turning to face Arawn.  “Skipping the reception?  I assumed you’d jump at a chance to ruin that too.”

Arawn snorts in derision.  “If my son was hurt by my refusal to participate in his nauseating wedding ceremony then I’ve well and truly failed him as a parent.  Such weakness will never be tolerated from the King of the Devildom.”

“Diavolo has been an excellent ruler since you defaulted on your responsibilities,” I snap, each word soaked in scorn.  “He is the man he is, the leader he is, in spite of having you as a father; not because of it.”

Arawn brings his fingers to his lips, frowning and staring at me thoughtfully before he finally asks,  “Why did you choose them?”

My nose wrinkles in confusion.  “What?”

“My son and Mammon.  What about them enticed you?  Why them?  Why do all the things you’ve done, just to be with them?”

I eye him warily.  “Why do you care?”

“It’s a question I’ve never been able to get a clear answer on.”  Arawn’s amber eyes spark with curiosity.  “I’ve never understood this odd little trio you’re a part off, not really.”

I just frown at him, remaining silent.

“It’s quite the puzzle really.  You’re so different from them,” he continues.  “You’re a -”

“A human?” I interrupt.

“Not anymore though, hm?”  Arawn shoots me a coy grin.  “But even before that. I looked into you, your past, when I first learned of my son’s intentions towards you.  You’ve always been fierce; a fighter, unwilling to back down.  Stubborn to the point of stupidity.”

I open my mouth to retort, but he quickly continues.

“I’ll admit I was surprised to find out just how scrappy you are.  And just how fiercely you fight for my son.”  He shakes his head in surprise, a faint note of pride tinging the words.

“But you’re so different from him, from them both.  You seem soft and gentle.  Kind.  And you are, to those you love and trust.  But everyone else?  We know how you really are.  Hard, decisive. Rough around the edges.  Willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.  A fighter first and foremost.  How does a girl like this fall in love with my soft hearted son?”

“Why do you constantly act like there’s something wrong with Dia?”  I counter, narrowing my eyes at Arawn.

He gives a laconic shrug.  “He’s a bit of a disappointment if we’re going to be completely honest with each other.”

Fire bursts from my fingertips before I can form a coherent thought.  “You -” I grit my teeth, unable to come up with words that encompass how thoroughly and absolutely I loathe Arawn.

“I can only hope my grandchild will be more impressive,” Arawn continues, smirking at my impotent rage.  “With you as a mother I have faith they will be.”

“You really are just angry, petty little man, aren’t you?”  I ask, glancing at him in disgust.

The corners of his mouth twitch, in irritation or amusement I can’t tell.  “I’m going to miss your particular brand of entertainment when I leave, little demon.”

“The feeling is decidedly not mutual,” I snap as I begin to make my way back to the castle.

Arawn tags along behind me silently, until we both pause as we reach the doors of the ballroom.  I reach out to push the doors open, but he grabs my wrist at the last second.

“One last moment of your time, little demon,” he says looking down at me, eyes glinting with something very close to affection.

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, silently waiting.

“You’ve done well here.  And despite my initial thoughts, my son could do no better than you.  Even that fallen angel is a good fit for him, shockingly.”  Arawn shakes his head as if he’s surprised to admit that.  

He touches my shoulder softly.  “Tell Diavolo something for me?”

“Depends,” I answer, glaring at him.

“Tell him that he will be far better at this,” Arawn waves a hand lazily at me.  “Far better than I ever was.”

I quirk an eyebrow, half in confusion, half in offense.

“Family.  Fatherhood.”  He furrows his brow in consternation.  “Despite how completely he disappointments me, whatever his failings in other areas, I have no doubt that my son will be an excellent husband and father.”

"It is truly amazing how you can wrap a compliment in insults,” I reply, keeping my tone sharp even as I glow with pride.  “But you’re right, Dia will be wonderful father.”

Arawn’s mouth twitches in a half-hearted smile as he quickly steps toward me, the leans down to brush a soft kiss against my forehead.  

“Good luck, little demon,” he whispers as he straightens up.  “Give Mammon and Diavolo my regards.”

With that he turns and leisurely walks down the hallway, tossing me a wave over his shoulder as he goes.

The ballroom is a riot of energy and laughter as I enter and make my way through the crowd of well wishers.  I scan the crowd for Mammon and Diavolo, only to find them sharing a dance, gazing at each other as if they’re the only people in the world.

I spot Lucifer on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch them and move to his side, gently nudging him with my shoulder.

“Hello, little sister,” he greets me, flashing me a sardonic grin.

I shudder.  “Ugh.  You’re creepy.  Never call me that again.”  

I shake my wings out to smooth down the ruffled feathers as Lucifer chuckles darkly.  His focus shifts back to the dance floor, eyes softening as he watches his little brother dance with Diavolo.

“He’s so happy,” Lucifer murmurs.  “I haven’t seen him smile like that since before the fall.”

I smile and lean against Lucifer, resting one hand on the slightly visible bump of my lower abdomen.  “I know you’ve had your reservations about us......”

“Not you,” he interrupts.  “Never you.”

“I know you’ve had your reservations about Dia,” I begin again.  “But please trust me when I say that we both love Mammon.  So, so much.”

Lucifer sighs and glances down at me.  “I know you do.  I’ve been by his side for so long, kept him safe, taught him so much........ It’s hard to let him embark on this new adventure without me there to watch over him.”

“And from a purely selfish angle, I feel in some strange way that I’m losing my little brother,” his breath hitches and his chest heaves in a shuddering breath.  “That I’m losing my best friend.”

I reach out to gently squeeze his forearm.  “You’re not losing him.  Things will be different, but how much he loves his older brother will never change.”  I pause.  “And in about eight months I have a feeling he’ll be relying on you more that ever.”

Lucifer barks out a startled laugh.  “I have no doubt you’re right.”  He turns his gaze back to the dance floor, eyes shining.  “Mammon married, a father soon.  Me, an uncle.  It’s all a bit too wonderous to image, that our little family could be so......”  He shakes his head, blinking rapidly.

My throat tightens with emotion as I watch a few tears slip down Lucifer’s cheeks.

A bright light flashes from our right, follow by an excited voice shouting, “Got it!”  Lucifer and I whip around to see Satan and Belphie standing a few feet away, Belphie holding Satan’s D.D.D., pointed directly at us.

I feel Lucifer tense beside me as the air crackles around us with his growing fury.

“Satan!  Belphegor!”  He roars, moving towards them.

“Run!”  Belphie tosses the D.D.D. to Satan, and the two dart off in opposite directions, weaving between wedding guests as Lucifer gives chase.

I grin fondly at the trio and hear twin chuckles behind me.  Mammon wraps an arm around my waist and gently rests one hand on my abdomen while Diavolo drapes one arm around my shoulders.

“What did those two do now?”  Diavolo asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

“Got a picture of Lucifer crying,” I respond, laying my head against Mammon’s shoulder.  

The two demons give a violent start,

“I swear.  He had a rare soft moment, watching his little brother dance with his new husband.”  I gently kiss Mammon’s shoulder.

“I’ll be damned,” Mammon whispers.  Diavolo and I have the good grace to ignore his quiet sniffles, but grin at each other when he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.  

He roughly clears his throat.  “Oi!  This is a party, yeah?  Let’s get to it then!”

They reach out and take my hands, Mammon on my left and Diavolo on my right, and we step forward as one, into our new life together.

[thiswasinevitableid]

idk if i missed the boat on monster march but mer + indruck + nsfw? maybe something like that scene in from the depths where duck is rubbing off on indrid's tail but... not interrupted by abominations? with treasured human pet talk?

Nope, the boat is not missed. I’m pretty much taking these until the last few days of the month. Here you go!

There are rough days. There are bad days. There are terrible days. 

And then there’s whatever kind of godforsaken day Duck is having. 

It started with Winnie coughing up a hairball right on his pillow. Then he was out of coffee, trudged to the store to get some only to discover he left his wallet at home. Saying “fuck it” and spending the rest of his day at the beach seemed the best call when it came to turning things around.

Turns out his ex thought the same thing, and what started as an attempt to be pleasant while crossing paths ended with some thoroughly unkind comments about Ducks suitability as a partner, including his temperament, laugh, and appearance. 

His first spot for decompressing in the sun was overrun by seagulls, the second by a group playing New Wave hits at full volume, and on and on until late afternoon, where he trekked up the boardwalk to discover the Wolf Eel Bar and Grill was out of french onion soup. He went for a conciliatory sandwich at Amnesty Lodge instead. Barclay, saint that he is, gave him a two-scoop cone on the house when he went to pay the check. Duck retreated to the most secluded seaside spot he knows, the one where if anything happens to him, no one will see it, to enjoy his rocky road in peace. 

Then the cone toppled, the half eaten top scoop falling into the water and the bottom one hitting the rock. 

This is why Duck is now on his back, on the tidepool dotted rock, muffling a frustrated scream in his palms.  A tap on the shoulder interrupts him. 

“Don’t be sad. Look” two tan hands hold the now-gritty ice cream out to him, “I could not save the one in the water, but this one is only a little sandy. “

“Uhhh” Duck blinks at the merman bobbing in the waves, “no that;s, uh, that’s fine. Don’t feel like gettin sand in my mouth.”

The mer glances at his hands, back up at Duck, “May I eat it?”

“Knock yourself out.” He decides not to linger on whether this counts as feeding the wildlife. The merman is mid-bite before he even finishes his sentence. 

As the creature of the deep happily stuffs his face, Duck wonders why he chose this of all moments to talk to him. The merman first appeared a month ago, observing Duck while he was doing tide checks. A day later, he swam parallel to the shore as the ranger went for an evening walk. After that, Duck saw him whenever he was near the ocean. 

Duck prefers a life without too much weird, and thus ignores the strange and unusual unless it whacks him upside the head. Even then, he tries to shake it off and go about his day. So when the mer hauled himself onto the rock closest to the patch of beach Duck was reading and snoozing upon, the human gave him a cursory nod and went back to his novel. He only glanced up once, to see the merman sketching on a pad of paper; the mechanics of this happening in or near the water intrigued him, but not enough to make him talk to a fucking mermaid. 

“Mmmmm” the merman licks his fingers, “I like the little white bits in it best.”

“The marshmallows?”

“Yes! That’s the word.” He paddles his hands in the water to clean them, “you have very good taste in iced cream.”

“Uh, thanks.” Duck scrubs his face, not wanting to leave his oasis of solitude but not sure what’s going on here, “is there somethin I can do for you?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing. You are clearly having a bad day, and I wanted to improve it.”

“Man you don’t know the half of it; shoulda seen what happened when I wasn’t near the water.”

“I did. Oh, oh dear, that sounded creepy. I’m a seer and enchanter by trade, which means I can see timelines as they unfold. And, ah, I kept an eye on your futures today in the hope they would improve. Especially after that conversation between you and your former partner. I did not like how they spoke to you.”

“Not like I was a model of dignity and calm.” Duck scratches the back of his neck. 

“True. Nevertheless, were you my human, I would say far kinder things.”

Duck lays back down with a snort; he appreciates the sympathy, but today it feels like the universe has made it clear how little kindness he deserves.

“It is the truth. I would tell you that you are patient and kind. That your laugh reminds me of the shorebirds when they are joyful. That I have seen sunken ships laden with jewels and pearls larger than my eyes, yet when I hear the word ‘treasure’ I think of your face.”

The human rolls slowly onto his side, facing the waves. Rock digs into his shoulder as he studies the merman. He’s staying close, but seems to be waiting for permission to be in Duck’s space. 

“Why are you sayin all this?”

“Because it is true, and I like you.”

“You barely know me. Hell, I don’t even know your-”

“-Name. Ah, apologies, I am always a bit ahead. I’m working on not interrupting as much. And my name is Indrid.” The mer rests his arms on the rock, sets his chin on the back of his hand, “You are right, we do not know much about each other. I do not know where you grew up, but I know you take great pride in showing groups of small humans the tide pools and teaching them about the sea. I do not know what you like to read, but I know that I can sit near you and draw without you fleeing in fear or trying to take a photo of me.” 

Duck reaches out, presses silver hair behind Indrid’s ear, the lilting voice seeping under his skin, suggesting that maybe he’s not as terrible as he thinks. Like maybe something better is waiting for him “now you gotta tell me somethin’ about you.”

Indrid purrs, rubbing his cheek into Duck’s hand, “I used to live in Atlantis, but I took on a role that let me travel and see more of the world, both my own and that of humans. I settled here recently because the nearby mers are not territorial and the fishing is good.”

Rock catches his clothes as he scoots the last inches to the edge of the stone, “How come your drawings don’t get ruined by the water?”

“Enchantments. Though I did get Dani’s human to bring me waterproof paints.” He mirrors Duck’s arm, reaching out to play with the humans’ hair, his tail keeping him easily afloat in the water. 

The ranger closes his eyes to focus on the cool fingers stroking his forehead, “you really wanna spend your evenin’ playin’ twenty questions with me?”

“Yes and no. I came to see what would make you happy. If talking with me is the answer, that is what we can do.”

Duck groans at the reminder of why he’s hiding among the hermit crabs, “Gotta be honest, not sure what’d cheer me up. Everything I tried today backfired.”

“Let me try something.” Indrid’s face goes worryingly blank, then he grins, “I foresee an option that might help, though you will think it self-serving. I have a vision of you joining me for a swim.”

“Water’s a little chilly for that.”

Indrid zig-zags his finger through the waves, “Try it now.”

It’s like sticking his hand into a warm bath, “that ain't gonna mess with the fish is it?”

“Not at all. The spell only applies to you.” Indrid swims backwards as Duck strips down to his trunks, “here, there’s a sandbar where you can stand as long as you need.”

“Plannin on keepin me in the water awhile?” Duck teases, paddling over to join him. 

“If you will let me.” The mer circles him, and for the first time Duck notices the gold-red fan-shaped fin on his lower back, “I have many other things to tell you. For instance, if you look at that kelp raft, you will see otters in the next twenty seconds.

Four well-camouflaged bodies surface to their left. As they splash about, Duck remembers the time he mistook one for a piece of driftwood in the dim light of morning, tells Indrid the story as the otters play.

Something smooth and strong brushes his leg. Indrid is floating close enough that his tail keeps bumping Duck as they talk. 

“Hey, uh, could I, uh, could I look take a look at, uh, um-”

There must be timelines where he asks, because Indrid turns onto his back and adjusts so the last third of his tail waves in front of Ducks’ torso. The mixture of yellow-green and burnt burnt umber reminds him of an Undulated Moray, though the tail ends in a V instead of a point. Stroking one side leads to a splash and a sigh as Indrid twitches in the water. Duck continues the motion, the skin like that of a ray, and relaxes more with each pass. It’s soothing him and, judging by the tension leaving the muscles under his hands, Indrid as well. In fact, the merman is now so limp, his head is under the water and looks to have been for some time.

“Fuck” Duck lets go, moves to fish him out only for Indrid to contort and swim so they’re chest to chest.

“Oh right, gills.”

“Indeed. That was lovely. May I, ah, examine you as well.” There’s a purr in his voice. Duck nods, and the mer slips beneath the surface. His fingers trace along Ducks legs, then drag up the back of his thighs, pressing more firmly when they reach his ass. Duck barks a laugh, so the Indrid does it again before gliding his hands up to his shoulders. 

“Mmm, all of this feels as supple and strong as I hoped. Such a sturdy treasure I’ve found.”

“Jesus.” Duck gasps as Indrid nuzzles the base of his neck.

“A perfect treasure, sitting on the shore with no one to look after him.”

“Indrid.” His dick twitches in his trunks as the mer curves around to meet his eyes. 

“Yes?”

“Will you keep talkin like that?” 

Indrid loops his arms around Duck’s neck, “So polite. Perhaps I shall take my treasure back with me, keep you as I would a spoiled pet. Caress this wonderful body, see the most handsome face above or beneath the water whenever my heart desires.”

“Nnngh.” Duck whimpers, wrapping his arms around Indrids waist and hiding his blush in the crook of his neck, “M’not worth that kinda talk.”

“On the contrary, you are worth more than all the wealth of Atlantis, my treasure.”

Duck makes weak sounds of protest, the cruel words of the morning and his own mind drowned by Indid’s whispers. The merman is smiling at him in a way no one ever does; like he’s seeing Duck with all his flaws, fears, and hopes laid bare and wants to keep looking instead of turning away.

“You deserve so much more than this day gave you. Will you let me offer something better?”

Duck nods, raises his head, “c-can I kiss you first?”

Indrid dips his head down. His saltwater kisses wash away the miserable day, replace it with curious lips mapping his own. A low, soft hum emanates from Indrid as cool scales stroke his legs. The tail starts low, petting his calves, but as the kiss intensifies it drags up to his thighs, flicking and teasing his crotch. 

“Fuck.” He’s groaning, bucking his hips in search of more as the mer smiles, indulgent and wicked. The next tailstroke is drawn-out, undulating across his folds and rubbing his dick. 

“Does that feel good, pet?” Indrid pecks his cheek.

“Don’t those visions show you the answer?” He tries for casual, even cocky, and it comes out as a gasp instead as the tail grinds side to side.

“Yes, but answers can change. I want to do as you wish, treasured one, not as my foresight tells me.”

“It feels so fuckin good, sugarAHfuck, ahnnnyeah, hell yeah.” He squirms as the tail thrusts, the tip bumping his ass when Indrid angles it for a better pressure. Then the mer stops.

“Remove these, sweet one.” He snaps his waistband, “I want to feel my perfect human slick and warm against me.”

Duck braces on a nearby rock to pull the trunks off, having only time to set them out of tide range before the mer slithers around him once more. The alien texture of the scales sets him moaning, his hips pumping erratically in hopes it might envelope his cock entirely. All he manages is a rhythm that brings him out of sync with Indrid. Panic circles his stomach at the possibility that this will be yet another part of the day that goes haywire. 

“You needn’t work so hard, my treasure.” Indrid coos, “plant your feet on the ground. I will take care of the rest.”

The ranger does as he’s told, Indrid wriggling so Duck is straddling him a few inches from the start of his tail. Satisfied with their positions, the mer cups his ass with an appreciative “ooh,” then uses it to force Duck up and down the colorful ripples of his tail. 

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so much better darlin, thank you, fuck, keep doin’ that and your human will do whatever the fuck you want ‘im to.”

“I want him to enjoy himself.”  Indrid kisses each of Ducks arms when they drape over his shoulders.

“Mission fuckin accomplishedfuck, god I wanna feel you on every fuckin inch of me, wanna kiss this fuckin stunnin face of yours until the sun comes back up, wanna--uh, Indrid, what the fuck is that?” A slit is opening in the upper part of his tail and something of considerable size is emerging from it. 

Indrid smirks, “Do you think you’re the only one getting off on this, pet?”

“Oh holy fuck” Duck goggles at the “was not expectin’ there to be two.”  He slides a hand between their bodies, runs his thumb from the head of one cock down to the base where it joins the second one in the world's most obscene “V.” Indrid trills, thrashes his tail when Duck treats the other side the same way. 

“ThaAAAaat’s wonderful but, but you needn’t do it on my account. I c-can attend to it once you are satisfied.”

Duck circles one shaft with his hand, gives it a firm, determined stroke, “Sugar, I won’t be satisfied until you’re as fucked out as I am.”

“Oh” the mer looks surprised, “in, in most futures you were too perplexed by them to want such a thing, goodNESSgracious oh, oh Duck, that’s exquisite.” He fucks the human up and down his tail in earnest, “I should have known it would be, you’re so talented my pet, so thoughtful AHgods below and above the next time I am going to spread you on the nearest patch of sand and take you in whichever way you choose, make my perfect pet go mad with pleasure.”

“Dunno, might make you use that sweet-talkin mouth on my dick instead of lettin you fuck me.”

“You say that as if it is a bad thing and not a delicious outcomeoohhh” the mer rolls his hips in time with Duck’s, “that’s it sweet one, right at the base between them yes, yesyesyes” cum spurts into the darkening water. Duck releases his hold, only to be dragged back and forth so roughly he grabs Indrid’s hips for dear life. 

“Fuck, right there sugar, lemme rub off on you like that, yeah, fuck, fuckme that’s so fucking good ohfuck, Indrid, ‘Drid!” He cums, heat shooting through him so intensely it’s amazing the water doesn’t boil. He clings to Indrid like an anemone to rock, pressing breathless kisses into his neck.

 When he looks up, his hiding spot is coming closer, Indrid swimming them there with ease. The merman retrieves his swim trunks from where they were cast away, presents them to him with a flourish.  Duck laughs, pulling them on before pulling a towel from his little reusable bag. 

“Don’t know about you, but I feel a hell of a lot better.” Duck lays down on the fabric, rock beneath it still warm from the sun. 

“I was alright to begin with, but I take your point. That was wonderful. And I am glad I could make you feel better.”

There it is again, that smile that makes Duck feel more seen than he has in months. 

“Don’t suppose you’d be up for makin me feel better tomorrow too? Not that I hope it’s as shitty as today, more that I get the sense seein’ you will make me feel better even if I already feel pretty damn good.”

Indrid raises up enough to kiss Duck once, tenderly, on the lips, “I would like nothing better, my treasure.”

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Pulse (Yandere! Connor x Female Reader.) (Chapter Five.)

Authors Notes- And here I am with the second last chapter of Pulse. Here our boy Connor finally, after so long has the Reader in his grasp. And trust me things aren’t going to go well for poor Reader.  As you can gather I like to give you lovely people a heads up when it comes to triggering things. Soooo, in this chapter it will feature some abuse, a little bit of bloodshed. If none of this is your cup of tea then this where we part ways. But I’ll remember our time fondly.

Chapter Five: Let Me Love You

You were finally his. Finally, after what seemed liked forever you were in his clutches. And now that you were you he wasn’t going to let you go. Smiling to himself Connor watched as you slept in the apartment he had managed to get for you. It was perfect, after all there was no way he could keep you at Hanks that was the last thing the old lieutenant needed was him keeping his love interest captive in his house. So here he was in this small two bedroom apartment in the heart of Detroit away from your old home. You wouldn’t need that place anymore, after all Connor had so painstakingly decorated this one much liked your own. 

He hoped you’d like it. Even though he knew you’d be pissed when you woke, but you would learn to live with it. You had no other choice. 

“Mmmmm.” A low groan jerked Connor from his thoughts, his eyes immediately going to where you lay, noting the bruise on your neck from when he had subdued you. The corner of his mouth turning upwards as he looked at it. Relishing the way it looked on your skin, he couldn’t wait to mark your skin more but that could wait, one thing at a time, he didn’t want to rush things now that you were his.

Blinking your eyes you looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, your brow furrowing.

“I see you’re finally awake.” A calm voice spoke, making you look to your right, your heart beat quickening when you looked to Connor. Your mind flashing back to that time in your apartment when he... he...

Panic gripped your chest as you struggled to get to your feet, you needed to get out of here, to get away from him. Leaping off the bed you raced towards the door not bothering to look back as you raced out of the door, Connor calling after you. Making your heart beat quicken as you raced through the living room, the door was in your sight, you were so close. Your heart skipping a beat at the thought of escaping.

But Connor had other ideas, letting out a frustrated growl Connor grabbed a hold of you, slamming your roughly against the door you were trying to escape through. Finding  yourself pressed roughly against the door you couldn’t help but cry out when Connor grabbed a hold of your arm and twisted it roughly behind your back, His face mere inches from yours, anger shining in his eyes.

The two of you remained that way for a few minutes, when Connor finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, sending chills down your spine. “I see that you don’t trust me.” He sighed, his breath brushing against your cheek, making you shiver. “But know this I don’t care you if you don’t want to be with me. Or be here in this home I made for you, but you are never getting away from me. You are going to learn to be with me.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he gave your arm one final twist, before pulling you off the door, and all but dragging you to your room, tossing you unceremoniously onto your bed. 

“You killed Gavin.” You choked out. Swiping a hand under your nose. “You’re a monst-”  Before you could utter another word Connor wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Please,” he said coolly, watching as you clawed at his hand. “Do not ever utter that name in my presence ever again.” He said.

Letting you go he watched with some sick satisfaction as you coughed as air rushed back into your lungs. He knew he shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t hurt you but you needed to learn this. He had put up with you throwing yourself at Gavin, while ignoring him he wasn’t going to put up with that anymore. You were his now. And if he had to he would make you see.

Anger shone in your eyes as you rubbed at your bruised neck. You had once thought of Connor as your friend, but after today you felt nothing but anger for the android looming over you. Wish you had never met him, wishing you had seen that something was wrong long before... before...

No, you couldn’t think about him now. 

“You think you have feelings for me?” you asked, your voice devoid of emotion as you wiped the tears from your eyes. You weren’t going to waste anymore tears on this bastard. “That’s a joke.”

Connor blinked as he turned back to you. 

“You think this is how you win someone’s heart? Killing the man they have feelings for? Kidnapping them? Hurting them?” You scoffed. “What a joke, Connor. You may be a deviant now, and you may think  you have feelings for me, but this isn’t how you go about doing it.”

Connor moved towards you, making you move back up on your bed, a shiver running down you spine as he loomed over you. You wondered if this was what deviants saw before Connor deviated and set aside his ways. Fear gripped your heart as you bit down on your bottom lip. 

Connor chuckled, his fingers brushed against your cheek, and you did the only thing you could think of, and that was biting down on his hand, biting down on the plastic casing of his hand, and making him jerk away. Shaking his hand out Connor struck you hard across your face, making you cry out. Blood trickling from your cut cheek as you dropped to the ground.

“You think I don’t know what love is? Or what I’m feeling?” Connor asked, as he watched as you huddled on your bed. He wanted to feel guilty, but he couldn’t you needed to learn even if he knew it was wrong. “I can assure you I do. I know my emotions are real.” His fingers carding through your hair as you flinched away from him as he suppressed a sigh. Taking a few steps back Connor turned away.

He would give you some time to be alone, to adjust to your situation. Saying nothing he locked the door behind him...

Your eyes remained glued to the door as you heard Connor lock it behind him before a fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks. He wanted you to stay here, in this... prison. He wanted to forced you to love him, to love the monster he had become. What had happened to him? You wondered as you lay on the bed he had given you. He seemed so sweet, so kind when you had first met him, sure, the staring thing had been a little creepy but you never expected this. Never expected him to kill Gavin or kidnap you. God, you wished you could go back in time and do... something to prevent this. 

But here you were trapped by someone you thought was a friend. A friend who had betrayed you... Swallowing thickly you pushed up from your bed, your tears drying as you came up with a plan. You needed to escape, you couldn’t stay here, wouldn’t stay here. Worrying at your bottom lip you looked around the room, a sick feeling washed over you when you saw how similar this room looked to your old room. 

That bastard had been in your house before. Shaking that thought from your head you tore your gaze away from the all too familiar posters on the wall and looked to the window. The window looked out into the city, unlike the one at your apartment that only looked towards the neighboring building. You couldn’t stay here any longer. Biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you looked for something to break the window. Seeing a lone chair sitting near your bed, the very same one Connor had been seated in not too long ago. Nodding to yourself you grabbed it and tossed it with all your might towards the window. Heart pounding in your chest as you heard the glass shatter. Casting a glance towards the door you wasted no time breaking off the extra pieces as you scrambled out the window.

Crying out as jagged shard of glass sliced into your left arm as you all but tumbled out the window. Grunting in pain as you fell on to the fire escape. Picking yourself up you raced down it as you heard Connor chasing after you. Let out a whimper you picked up the pace, letting out a scream as you felt his hands close on the back of your shirt, before he clamped a hand over you mouth, silencing you. 

You were so close, you had been so close to being free. You thought as you watched as people and cars raced by as you were dragged back into the shadows by this fucking android. Letting out a whimper you continued to fight as he dragged you back home. When you bit down on his hand again, making him cry out, seeing your chance you broke free. But were only able to get a few steps away from him before he grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking you back.

“I’ve had enough.” Connor growled, as you continued to fight him as he shoved the door open and tossed you in before looking around to see if there was anyone watching him. Seeing no one he slammed the door shut and moved to where you lay on the floor, sobbing quietly to yourself.

 “You thought you could escape.” Connor commented, circling around you, his LED flashing red as it cut through the dimly lit room you were in. “Thought you could run from me.”

You said nothing as he continued to circle you, You tried so hard, and for nothing. A long, painfilled wail escaped your lips, which was quickly cut off as Connor grabbed you by your hair once more, as Connor dragged you to another room. One he had chosen as his, before slamming the door shut behind him. He had been so intent on winning you over but now... now he realized that trying to convince you was out, now, he realized in order for you to see things his way he would have to break you. Smiling cruelly Connor realized it didn’t seem like a bad idea. A thrill running through him as he moved towards you, as you whimpered, scrabbling against the floor, until your back pressed against the wall as he advanced...

[ga-yuu]

'Lust of lovers in the summer' Story Event~Morinaga Route

(It's hot again today....)

I walk in the sunshine, wiping the sweat off my face.

But despite the heat, joyful voices could be heard from all over the town.

Merchant 1: "It's almost the summer festival, isn't it? Morinaga-san and his friends are going to do something, aren't they? Have you heard the details?"

Merchant 2: "No, not at all. But it’ll be fun with that man leading the way."

Merchant 3: "Yes. I wonder, what's in store for us?"

(As expected of Morinaga-san..... Everyone is hyped.)

In order to liven up the town of Kamakura, which is suffering from the extreme heat, the samurai of Kamakura decided to hold a summer festival.

Morinaga-san was appointed by Yoritomo-sama to take charge of this.

He is now working with his men in one part of the town to prepare for the festival.

(I can only help by bringing some refreshments, but I hope the festival is a success.)

....................

(Oh, I think this is the workshop.)

It looks like they have just stepped out onto the back of the stage, which is being assembled.

Yoshino: "Um, hello. I've brought you some----"

Morinaga: "Oh hey, Yoshino. Come here."

(Ha!!!..... Half-naked Morinaga-san!)

His exposed, water-soaked upper body is a sight to behold.

Morinaga: "Oh, sorry about this. I was just taking a dip in the water because I was sweating at work."

Morinaga-san approached me looking like that.

Yoshino: "Erm....where are the others?"

Morinaga: "We decided to take a break a while ago."

Yoshino: "Um, Morinaga-san...if you could...wear your kimono back on...?"

Morinaga: "Why? You have already seen me like this last night. Are still embarrassed? No wait,.....You're embarrassed because you saw me like this last night, isn't it?"

Morinaga-san bent down lightly and looked into my eyes, and my cheeks heated up.

Yoshino: "Nn..Don't tease me....."

Morinaga: "Sorry, I must have hit the nail on the head."

Morinaga-san's smile deepens as I look away, unable to bear my embarrassment.

Morinaga: "You're so cute."

He looked at me with his sweet, lechery eyes and my heart clenched.

(But....I'm at the mercy of Morinaga-san all the time.)

I have only recently fallen in love with him, and I am swept away by the little antics of the more mature Morinaga-san.

Morinaga: "There's nothing wrong in having a shy face, but it's lonely when you look away so much."

Taking both my hands, Morinaga-san let me hook them around his neck, wondering what I was thinking.

(Wh-Whaa...this position?)

Morinaga: "You looked me right in the eye last night, didn't you? It was lovely to see you begging for it, .....but I don't think I'll see it again today."

Yoshino: "Mm...."

A thick-skinned finger flicked my lips, causing a slight sensation of pleasure.

Morinaga-san's face comes to me as if he was enjoying seeing me blushing....

We kissed,....a soft tongue crept through the opening to gently pamper my mouth.

Yoshino: "Hmm....ah..."

Morinaga: "At last a voice that sounds familiar..."

(Mm....I don't know, but it's like he's trying to revive the last night's memories...)

Morinaga-san embraces my waist with his big hands and melts me with his mouth.

In between, his hands start to trace my legs from my waist, reminding me of how he touched me last night.

From my toes to my head, I felt a sweet sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

Yoshino: "Haa.....No, Morinaga-san. Someone...might see us...."

Morinaga: "How can I stop, when you make that lovely face? You're such a sly, first, you make that face, and then you won't even let me play."

Yoshino: "What do....you mean by 'play'?"

Morinaga: "Play with you, of course."

Yoshino: "No. Not now....!"

I shouted and pressed the package against his chest and Morinaga-san chuckled.

Yoshino: "Are you teasing me....?"

Morinaga: "No,..... it's just that you're so comfortable with me that I got carried away."

(.....Mm)

A gentle but dangerous flame of greed burned in his eyes, which were drawn back by a pleasant smile.

As soon as I realized this, we kissed again.

Samurai 1: "Morinaga-sama! We're back!"

(.....!?)

Samurai 1: "Huh, I don't see Morinaga-sama."

Samurai 2: "Maybe he had gone somewhere?"

(Everyone is back....!)

A voice from the other side of the stage made me instantly impatient.

They are nice people who are happy to see us together, but there is no way I can show them this.

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, they are all here. Let go now...."

I try to pull away, but the hand on my hip doesn't budge.

Morinaga: "Heh, are you sure you wanna go in front of other men with that face?"

Yoshino: "Mm....."

The back of his fingers brushed my cheek, kindling another sweet tingle.

Morinaga: "Teary eyes, blushing face.... I'm the only one allowed to see you like this. Isn't that right?"

Yoshino: ".....Y-Yes..."

Morinaga: "Yeah, good girl."

Satisfied with my reply, Morinaga-san comes closer and rubs the tip of our noses together....

When I had my fill of hidden kisses, the package I had to deliver was gently taken away.

Morinaga: "I'll deliver this. If they see you right now, I'll be jealous. Thank you, and be careful on your way back."

Yoshino: "Ah....."

(---Let's run.)

Even my breath is hot and I feel a little embarrassed again.

(Alas! What a sly person.......... who only makes me throb.)

.................

One day after that-----

Merchant 1: "Did you hear? There's going to be a big raffle at the festival, and everyone gets to draw once."

(Heh, I see.)

I came to the town to sell medicine and listened to the voices I heard.

But then----

Merchant 1: "And the raffle! The first prize is the right to have one wish granted by Morinaga-sama."

(Ehh?)

Merchant 2: "Is that so? Well, then we'll have our roof repaired."

Kids: "We want Morinaga-san to play with us!"

Merchant 3: "Hmmm, maybe I'll have a lesson in the art of gambling then."

(Hehe. There are many kinds of wishes.)

I smile as people talk happily about the festival.

Woman: "Really!, then, that I should invite Morinaga-sama on a date."

(....!?)

Merchant 1: "Well, maybe you will surely get your way with him! Now we'll all be participating in the raffle anyway!"

(No no no no.....whaa?)

I could no longer listen to their excited laughter with any sense of calm.

(Is it possible that Morinaga-san will go on a date with other women....?)

....................

Morinaga: "Ohhh, so I'm the prize. I've been a winner but never been a prize before."

Yoshino: "What do you mean, you didn't know?"

When I asked him about it after returning to the Imperial Palace, he gave me a very relaxed response.

Kagetoki: "You're very popular with people. It's going to be a lot of fun, isn't it?"

Morinaga: "I'm not sure if that was your idea, Kagetoki, I don't mind, though. But at the very least, you should have informed me about this. Yoritomo-sama, entrust this to me, you know?"

Kagetoki: "It's not going to change anything. It's up to you to make it happen."

Morinaga: "That's true."

As Morinaga-san pondered this, my concern deepened.

(.....I'm sure it's a good event, as the aim is to provide fun for the people of the town.)

(But what if Morinaga-san goes on to date with the person who drew the first prize...!)

...................

After Morinaga-san and Kagetoki-san had gone, I gave a small shrug of my shoulders.

(I don't want Morinaga-san to go on a date with....any other woman.)

Shigehira: "Yoshino-san, what are you doing here?"

Yoshino: "! Shigehira-kun."

When I expressed my concerns to Shigehira-kun, who said he would listen to me, he looked at me in dismay.

Shigehira: "Oh, dear! That's what you're worried about?"

Yoshino: "Yeah!"

Shigehira: "It's certainly possible that a woman with such hopes could win first prize."

(Mmmmm....)

Shigehira: "But I don't think he's going to take it very well with you around. I think you should talk to him directly, not me."

Shigehira: "----You guys are in love, right?"

Yoshino: "....! Thank you, Shigehira-kun."

(It's nice to have straightforward encouragement at a time like this.)

(Okay. Let's talk to Morinaga-san about this later.)

.................

But Morinaga-san was always busy, and time went by without him having a chance.

(Hmmm, what to do....)

The day before the festival, I was returning from the city to the palace with a troubled mind.

(Oh, I can hear some voices....)

(Morinaga-san must be rehearsing for his festival.)

I stopped to look around and a shrine happened to catch my eye.

(I'm not sure if I'll be able to see him today... can I ask God for help?)

I put my hands together, closed my eyes, and breathe.

(I have one wish....-----)

(May I win the first prize in tomorrow’s raffle!)

Morinaga: "You look very serious. Is something bothering you?"

Yoshino: "Ah, Morinaga-san.....!?"

Morinaga: "Hey. It's been a while since I've seen our face properly."

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Morinaga-san standing right next to me.

Yoshino: "What are you doing here? I thought you were practicing?"

Morinaga: "Right. We were just about to wrap up. I was just about to join you. But what's wrong with you? It seems like you're asking God for help."

(Okay....there's no better opportunity than now.)

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, I have something to talk about. Can I have some of your time?"

Morinaga: "Talk? About what?"

Yoshino: "If it's a bother then----"

Morinaga: "Not at all. You're always welcome to talk to me. Then come to my house tonight. It's been a while since we've spent any time together."

Yoshino: "Yes....!"

(I only got my promise. Thank you god.)

.........

Thus, I was invited to visit Morinaga-san in his room....

I went to the house at a time when the practice would be over and was immediately shown into Morinaga-san's room.

(Hmm. I don't think he's home yet....)

I relaxed my shoulders and looked around.

As I was wondering how I was going to start the conversation----

I heard someone's footsteps walking towards me.

Morinaga: "Here you are. Have I kept you waiting long?"

(Ah.....!)

Yoshino: "No, I just arrived...."

No sooner had I said this than Morinaga-san sat down in front of me.

Morinaga: "Come here."

(Ehh!)

He lifts me up by my waist and placed me on his lap.

Morinaga: "What do you wanna talk about? Let me hear it."

(Like this....!?)

This position, straddling on Morinaga-san's lap and resting my weight on them is too embarrassing.

But the hands that pulled me down to my waist wouldn’t allow me to move away.

Morinaga: "I'm getting a bit tired after all the work we've been doing for the festival. It wouldn't hurt to get a little energy from my own little girl for a night, would it?"

(That's a little.....)

My heart fluttered as I realized that the eyes staring at me had long since reached a fever pitch.

Morinaga: "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Yoshino: "....... Yes."

His slightly rough, masculine lips press softly against mine.

(Mm.....)

I haven't had the sensation of a moist, repeated kiss for days.

The feeling makes us breathless, and we lose ourselves in each other.

(Oh, my hands....)

I felt a gentle nudge of the leg that had been straddling my thigh, and the pit of my stomach slowly....melted.

The finger that entered through the hem of the kimono traced up my inner thigh as if it had seen through it.

(Ah-----no!)

I wondered at his hand, which had stopped just before touching my fragile part, and met his eyes, which narrowed happily.

Morinaga: "...I think I'd better go on from here after I've heard all your troubles. What's the matter?"

(Ngh....)

Yoshino: "Not fair....Morinaga-san..."

(You stopped it on purpose....!)

I looked at Morinaga-san, in tears and he smiles back at me.

Morinaga: "Don't get me wrong. You see, if I don't ask you now, I won't have the chance to ask later."

(Hm...Mm....)

The hand that had been touching my waist, started stroking lovingly, and I couldn't help but rock my hips unintentionally.

Yoshino: "This is....embarrassing..."

Morinaga: "Well then...

(Oh, I'm still at his mercy....)

Embarrassed, I finally gave up.

I started talking about how I was worried after hearing that anyone could be the winner in the raffle, and the winner could ask on a date with Morinaga-san.

I also revealed that I asked God to let me win the first prize.

Morinaga: "You're really cute."

Yoshino:"...Don't laugh."

Morinaga: "I'm not teasing you. I'm just really happy."

Morinaga-san stroked my cheek and my eyes softened....

Morinaga: "But Yoshino, in such case, you should turn to me, not to God. Because it's my job, not anyone's, to grant your request."

(Morinaga-san....)

Morinaga: "And don't worry. If someone asks me to do something like that, I'll let him off with a no. I know it's a bit unfair, but I'm not saying I'll not do anything. I've already got the most important woman in the world, it's only natural, right?"

(Nn....)

The sweetness of his voice as he says it gently makes my heart tighten.

Yoshino: "So I'm the only one who can go out with Morinaga-an, right....?"

Morinaga: "Of course. And going on a date... You're the only person I'd want to do these kinds of things with."

I repeated his words in a low voice and hugged Morinaga-san, tightly.

(That's great.... I told Morinaga-san and in no time I had nothing but happy feelings.)

Morinaga: "...Did I reassure you a little?"

Yoshino: "Yes, thank you! This way, even if I don't win the first prize I won't be jealous of anyone else. Maybe I won't even have to draw lots at all."

Morinaga: "You're of those people who lives in Kamakura, so you have the right to draw. The pride of the Kamakura Shogunate, it's the best thing that's happened all summer. Come and try it for yourself."

Yoshino: "Sure. I'll try it to test out my luck."

I replied with a smile-- and Morinaga-san suddenly looked into my eyes.

Morinaga: "....Yoshino. What do you want me to do if you win the first prize? What's your wish?"

Yoshino: "Well....I'd like to enjoy our time together. Morinaga-san, you're always surrounded by so many people. So I will ask you to let me have you all to myself."

Morinaga-san laughed aloud.

Morinaga: "I hope you’ll really wish that when you win."

...............

On the day of the festival---

(Wow, what a busy street.)

The town, decorated with festive decorations, was crowded with spectators.

On a special stage, Morinaga-san and his friends were just finishing their performance.

Samurai 1: "Ah! Morinaga-sama, Yoshino-san is here."

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, Thank you for your hard work."

Morinaga: "Yeah.....!"

Looking back at him, Morinaga-san's eyes widened and then he immediately smiled.

Morinaga: "My god, you tied your hair up today. It's nice and cool. It suits you. Oh, by the way, did you draw the raffle? It's about to close."

Yoshino: "About that...."

Samurai 2: "You're just in time. Go on, take one."

When I picked up one from the raffle boxes offered to me, I was a little nervous.

(But I'm fine.)

I looked up at Morinaga-san and his kind, narrowed eyes reassured me.

Samurai 1: “Um.... Actually, we’re sorry.”

Yoshino: “Huh? What for?”

Surprised by the sudden apology, a few of the people swept their eyes apologetically.

Samurai 1: “We were there when Morinaga-sama was planned to be the first prize for the raffle.”

Samurai 2: “Later we realized that if a woman who liked Morinaga-sama drew the first prize, what would she wish for.... You guys have just recently started dating, and we should have stopped them.”

Samurai 3: “But this one time we couldn’t. But we support Morinaga-sama and Yoshino-san from the bottom of our hearts!”

(Eh)

Standing next to me, Morinaga-san laughs out loud,

Morinaga: “Thank you for worrying about me. But that’s okay. I’ve already talked to Yoshino about it, right?”

Yoshino: “Yes!”

Samurai: “! What.....”

Morinaga-san and I chuckled, though we apologized for the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces.

Morinaga: “Well, I’d better get ready for the result announcement. Will you come to see the results?”

Yoshino: “Yes! I want to see if I win the first prize!”

Morinaga: “I’m looking forward to it too. Win the first prize and keep me to yourself.”

As the sun went down, the excitement of the festival covered the town of Kamakura.

Morinaga: “Well, here we go! It’s time for the Kamakura summer lottery, which our main attraction.”

(Finally....!)

The festival site was the most exciting place of the day.

Thanks to the support of the Shogunate, the prizes are all very generous.

(We all want to be challenged, don’t we?)

Many people who have won the raffle were happy with their prizes, while some were disappointed.

The tension and excitement grew with each successive announcement of the third and second prizes.

Morinaga: “And now, for the most awaited one! The first prize! I’ll grant the person who wins first prize, one wish. You can ask me any favor you want...-----”

Premium END // Epilogue

I loved it! I loved every bit of this story. So who do you think will win? Will it be Yoshino? or some random woman? or a kid? or Yoritomo-sama?.....you’re all free to guess.