#Cry Babies - Crystal Castles

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2nd time remaking this lol

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Do It For Me ; L.HS

beg me to stop, i promise i’ll love you if you do it, so do it for me

Pairing: Advisor!Heeseung x F!Princess!Reader

Synopsis: To all the subjects, all the servants, and all other royalty, you’re next in line for the throne. You’re a Princess, their Princess. However, in the depths of the night, far away in another tower, you’re nothing but a filthy, sluty, whore. Master to all, servant to one.

Warnings: porn with plot (little plot), SMUT, p in v, MDNI, fluff, minor angst, lowkey (highkey) master/servant/ownership themes, learned new things about myself tbh, unprotected sex (don’t), switch!heeseung, switch!reader, lots of kissing, genuine trust, all consensual, both are freaks, praise & degradation, abuse of authority (both into it), minor exhibitionism, choking, oral (both), sweat kink, mentions of death & hell & religion (brief), reader has big boobs bcuz i do (not sorry), biting, spit (lots of it), reader has hair long enough to pull, brief lactation kink, crying, overstimulation, 11.9k words

A/N: Well. I didn't think my comeback would be linked to a five second hentai scene I stumbled across, but alas, here we are. This is for my girls, my freakhoonz, who have been so patient with me. I'm pretty proud of this one, actually.

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows of the castle’s grand dining hall, painting the ancient stone walls with golden hues. The air was crisp, the faint scent of lavender from the nearby gardens carried in on the light breeze. 

Despite the magnificence of the room–the high, vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes, the crystal chandelier that sparkled like captured starlight–it felt eerily empty. 

You sat at the center of the impossibly long mahogany dining table, a gown of soft ivory silk pooled around you, delicate lace cuffs brushing against your wrists as you reached for your teacup, the scent of chai wafting through the air. The delicate porcelain looked almost fragile in your hands, a stark contrast to the quiet stiffness in your posture. 

You glanced up briefly at the empty seats surrounding you, expression unreadable. The solitude of the grand room seemed to weigh heavily but you bore it with practiced grace, familiar with the chilling quietness that had long seeped into your bones. 

Behind you stood your advisor, his figure tall and shadow-like in the glow of the morning light. He remained still, his hands clasped neatly behind his back, his brown eyes watchful. “You’ve hardly touched your breakfast, Your Highness,” he said, his voice low, measured. 

You sighed softly, setting your teacup down with a faint clink. “I’m not that hungry,” you replied, tone polite but distant. You toyed with the edge of your napkin, gaze drifting toward the massive windows. Beyond them, the lush gardens stretched endlessly, the vibrant colors of the blooms concentrated well with the muted grays and browns of the castle’s interior. 

Servants moved quietly around the room, their footsteps muffled by thick rugs. A maid approached with a tray, setting down a plate of freshly baked pastries. You nodded in silence acknowledgement before the new, baby pink she was adorned in caught your eye. She barely noticed as she bowed, silently walking away. 

You stared at her departing figure, intrigued by her outfit. It was new; with a white, crisp blouse with a lace trim on the collar, the baby pink apron consisted of a full bib that had covered her chest with wide straps that criss crossed along her back, the skirt of the apron was pleated as it rested on the petticoat. In sum, it was beautiful. You had half a mind to call her back, just so you could simply admire the subtle embroidery that you were sure consisted of different floral patterns. 

Heeseung stepped closer, his voice softening. “The day ahead will demand much of you, Princess. Perhaps a few bites, if only to sustain yourself.” 

Instead of answering him, you pointed to the empty space that the maid had retreated to. “What was she wearing, Heeseung? Has mother changed their uniform once again?” 

Heeseung nodded, and although you could not see it, you felt it. “Yes, Your Highness. The Queen suggested something that would lighten the castle. They have just arrived from Japan.”

“Hm,” you hummed. You leaned back in your chair, picking at a sugar cookie. Expression laced with something unspoken and a faint smile, you tilted your head in question. “What do you think?”

“About what, Princess?”

“The maid outfits. Poor things have to wear them all the time, don’t they?” 

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at the back of your head, the sides of his lips twitching at the faux sympathy in your voice, hiding your intrigue. “They are certainly prettier than their older garments. As long as they look good, I believe the Queen will remain satisfied.” 

Wiping your fingers with your napkin, you folded it in half and set it beside the tray. “You think so? Mother is hard to please.” 

“For the sake of the maids, I hope so.” 

The faintest laugh escaped you, so quiet it might have gone unnoticed if not for the way his lips curved ever so slightly in response. Despite the coldness of the wide room, the warmth that Heeseung’s honesty provided you was enough, unusually so. 

Interrupting the moment, Heeseung stepped forward, placing a folded parchment on the table beside your plate. “The morning reports, as you requested,” he said, his tone reverting to its usual professionalism. 

You glanced at the parchment but made no move to open it. Instead, your eyes flickered to his retreating hand, catching the faintest twitch of his fingers. You knew that if you turned back, you would have caught his expression, sure of the soft hesitation that would have lingered. 

Instead, you smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Heeseung.” 

Before you could pick it up, his voice brushed against your ear. “Would you like me to read it to you, Princess?”

“Would you, Heeseung? I’m not quite in the mood.” 

He stepped forward, fingers brushing against the paper before he picked it up. “Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”

His words weren’t unique, they had been uttered a few times an hour daily, but they were different when he said them. There was a certain…genuinity to them, a quiet promise just for you.

You loved it.

Reveled in it, even.

Sighing, Heeseung pushed open the large wooden door to his quarters. He was lucky enough to be liked by the King to receive his own space, no matter how minimal it was, it was his. He could do whatever–whoever–he wanted to.

Rolling his shoulders, he dragged his feet and stretched his neck, rubbing at the knot he was sure was forming. His dark blue tunic was crinkled by the bottom and all he wanted to do was take a warm bath and wash away the dirt of the day. 

He pushed his bedroom door open, ready to sink onto the floor when a familiar, too familiar, irritated voice called out to him, draining the tension from his body and igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach. 

“Finally!” You stood across from Heeseung, arms crossed. “What took you so long? I requested for father to let you leave the meeting early.” 

“Princess?” Heeseung slammed the door shut, pressing his back against it, mouth agape. He was staring at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. He clutched the neck of his tunic, as if his panic was clawing at him. As if you hadn’t found yourself in his bedroom, many times before. 

“Well?” You raised your eyebrow. “What kept you?” There was a certain edge to your voice, one Heeseung had heard in meetings and gatherings, the voice of royal blood, companding, booming, and oh so luring. 

His throat dried up immediately, blinking once, twice, before you tilted your head and he straightened. It didn’t matter that you stood in front of him in one of the new maid outfits, all tangled and mismatched, strings undone and pieces folded, he still had to answer to you, still a subject. 

“The King,” he began, trying to even out his breathing and push all the darker thoughts back into the depths of his brain, “he wanted new territory lines drawn.”

Still standing in the middle of the room, you were a masterful figure, illuminating his room better than the few candles that were littered around his room. “And did you? Help him? Advise him,” you whispered, mocking his discomposure. 

Heeseung swallowed, slowly pushing himself off his door. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

Instead of answering him, you simply smiled at him, and his legs almost wobbled at the sight. It was different here, seeing you so close, face to face, when he often spent time behind you, deciphering your moods and expressions by the twitch of your ears and stiffness of your shoulders. Like this, with you standing before him, he almost couldn’t handle it.

You were the prettiest in the land, the most beloved jewel of the kingdom, but standing in the dim light of his flickering candles with disheveled clothes and a curved smile, one just for him–he thought you had never looked more beautiful. 

He was almost completely undone. 

“Your Highness,” he stepped towards you, “what are you doing here?” He knew. He knew. But he wasn’t bold enough to want it, not yet. 

Grinning at his question, you spread your arms and motioned towards your body. “I wanted to try this on. It looked so pretty.”

“Yes,” Heeseung nodded, “it does. But why here?” You were always bolder than him, at least in the beginning. 

Your eyes shined with something sinister, something lustful, something he could have been hung for, and he wanted it. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to drown in it. 

“To show you, of course. But I seemed to have done this wrong.” You pouted, a bit frustrated at yourself for failing to put on a maids outfit. Surely you were more capable. 

Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath at your words, his heart beating loudly in his head. He had an inkling, the smallest of feelings that you would pull something like this but he hadn’t thought about it, hadn't gone as far as to want it, in case he was wrong.

He rarely ever was. 

“Help me, will you?” You stepped towards him and smiled softly, peering up at him with shiny eyes. “Help me put this on.”

Heeseung held his breath for a second, looking for any hesitation, any sign that would immediately push all his sinful thoughts out of his mind, but all he saw was pure, unfiltered trust in your eyes. You wanted this, whatever it was, you wanted it completely. 

He’d give it to you. Of course he would. He’s never denied before you. 

“Of course, Princess.” He reached out and gently brushed his fingers against your arm, igniting a raging fire in the pit of your stomach, and he knew he had you. He maneuvered you closer to his bed, closer to the candles so he could see you properly, before he began undoing the laces and straps of the apron, his nimble, long, and veiny fingers gently ghosting over your skin but never touching. 

Breathing in his scent, the mixture of musk, old wood, and his sweat made you want to bite into his skin. You stood still as he moved around you, towering over you as he undid the mess you had made of yourself. His fingers brushed against your skin, nails barely grazing your clothed body, and it was almost enough. 

When he got to your chest, you felt him hold his breath and you purposefully pressed further into him, forcing his fingers to graze your erect nipple. You had abandoned your corset, letting your breasts press freely against the cotton material. As he shifted the apron to cover your chest–or as much as he could–you tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck. 

Heeseung wanted to lick the exposed skin but he bit his tongue instead. He had to be patient. Right now, he was still your subject. You were still his master, he was yours to command.

After a few moments, he tied the final bow in the back and breathed down your neck for one, quick second before he stepped back.

“There you are, Princess.” 

Slowly, you turned around and tilted your head in that endearingly dangerous way and smiled at him, shiny eyes staring up at him. “How do I look?” 

Like I should be on my knees worshipping you, he wanted to say. 

Instead, he whispered, “Beautiful. You always look beautiful, Princess.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling at his wondrous expression. 

“Beautiful enough to serve you?” You fluttered your eyelashes, licking your lips in delight.

Pupils blown wide, Heeseung swallowed his tongue.

“Pardon?” 

Smiling at his dumbfoundedness, you moved towards him, grinning when he stepped back. You continued to step towards him until the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed and he fell back, staring up at you like he was afraid you’d eat him at the first sign of weakness. 

Before Heeseung could find proper footing, you were sinking to your knees and he suddenly couldn’t breathe all over again. You found a comfortable position between his legs, resting your cheek against his thigh, staring at him as if he was the only thing you wanted to focus on. 

Holding himself up by his arms, Heeseung tried to control his breathing. “Princess,” he gasped out. “What are you doing?” He let out a strangled breath when you brushed your smaller, delicate hand against his growing bulge. 

“What does it look like, Heeseung? I’m serving you.” You twisted the threads of his trousers before undoing them. His hand landed on yours, almost fervently. He squeezed once and you glanced up at him.

“Tonight,” you whispered against his inner thigh, “I serve you. I’m yours to command.” Pressing a soft kiss to his thigh, you trailed your fingers all over his pelvis.

“My master.” 

Heeseung couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t breathed in quite some time and he was surely never going to breathe again. Despite your words, the soft shift of power, he knew that like this, between his legs, you had all the control.

You tapped the waistband of his trousers and in less than a second, he had pulled them off. They pooled between his legs, sinking to the floor and you gathered them before pulling them right off, leaving him completely naked from the waist down.

You started at his ankles, fingers pressing down on his sun-kissed skin, fingernails grazing upwards, watching in fascination as goosebumps erupted on his skin. Reaching his thighs, you spread his legs further, swallowing the whisper of a whimper he released, and kissed his inner thigh until it was littered in little red marks, fading quickly. You kissed his other thigh, licking and nibbling the skin, acutely aware of the way Heeseung had begun to shift under your hold. 

Once you were satisfied with the constellations you had etched onto his skin, you lifted your head and almost gasped at the way he was leaking, his tip red and veiny. Mesmerized, you leaned forward, but before you continued, you shifted your eyes to his and found nothing but darkness staring back at you. His bambi eyes, the ones you loved so dearly, had been replaced by something predatory. 

Yet, you could see the softness threaded into the crinkles of his skin, the way he refused to move, to touch you, unless you made it clear that you wanted him to. You rested your cheek against his inner thigh and smiled up at him. 

“Can I?” Your voice was low, a mere brush of air against his skin, but he heard you. “Please, Hee. Can I?” 

Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded. You blinked up at him, unmoving. Swallowing the lust that had clawed its way to his throat, Heeseung tilted his head forward. “Go ahead, Princess.” 

His rough, almost choked voice vibrated against your heart and you slowly lifted your head and shifted as close as you could get to him, knees scraping against the wood of his bed. He didn’t know what to expect, unsure of your next moves. He hated being so disheveled, so not-in-tune with you, but he couldn’t complain, not when you leaned forward and pressed your nose against the base of his cock. 

Jerking forward, Heeseung barely had enough time to cry out your name before you licked a long stripe from his base to his tip, circling your tongue around him once before you repeated the action once more. All his empty words died in his throat as he released a shaky breath at the feeling of your warm mouth taking him in, engulfing him completely. 

Pressing your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, you could taste the salty taste of his sweat and precum. It took over your senses and you shifted upwards, circling your tongue around his tip before sucking, the taste of him took over your senses. Pooling some spit on your tongue, you let it drip down his length as you wrapped your hand around him, using his own precum mixed with your spit as lube, jerking your hand up and down as you continued to press soft kisses around his tip. 

Heeseung groaned, his breathing getting heavier as his legs spasmed around you. You put a bit of pressure on his legs with your arms so he wouldn’t move too much, needing the taste of him down your throat more than you needed anything else, so you sucked on his tip harder, slopplier without stopping the motion of your hand. 

“Y/n,” his broken voice moaned out. 

Your name on his lips made your legs quiver and you looked up to the sight of his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back. His face had flushed pink and a thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead, his hair half brushed back and half sticking to his skin. His chest was rising rapidly and he looked so beautiful, hands clenched tightly as his legs flexed continuously. 

Without stopping, you used your free hand, the one that had been pressing into his skin, to grab his fisted hand. His eyes opened at the touch and he watched with amazement as you uncurled his fingers and guided them to your hair. Instantly, they curled around the strands and you hummed in satisfaction, making his cock twitch in your mouth. 

“I’m–Oh, fuck,” he whimpered out, his voice cracking, and you pushed him further down your throat, ignoring the burn because the sound of his broken voice was addictive, it was sweeter than the honey farmed in your land, and it satisfied you more than any of your fingers ever could have. 

His grip on your hair tightened and you wanted to giggle when he slowly began controlling your movements, pushing your head down until the tip grazed the back of your throat and you gagged around him, squeezing your own legs together. 

“That’s it, Princess,” he whispered. He pulled at your hair a bit, trying to give you the opportunity to breathe but you didn’t want to, so you licked along one of his veins and you glanced up at the exact moment his eyes rolled back into his skull and he moaned, loud and raspy and so broken. 

Your free hand trailed his skin, sliding up his tunic and you felt the way his abs flexed, the way his thighs shook as his head slowly fell back, the pleasure overwhelming. His grip on your hair loosened further and you licked at the tip once more before kissing his balls, your hand still wrapped around his length, tight and warm. 

Heeseung was close to crying, he was gasping and he could feel the coil in his abdomen tighten further as you licked and sucked on his balls, seeing stars and almost losing feeling in his arms when you nibbled at one of them. His chest rose rapidly, almost as if he was a man in his last moments of life. He could feel it, the way every muscle in his body had flexed, constricted against his will. 

“Fuck, I can’t.”

Choosing to fondle his balls instead, you licked up his shaft only to suck on his tip, staring up at him, fascinated at the way his adam's apple bobbed painfully against his skin and the way his skin had flushed even more. 

When the pleasure became too much, too blinding, Heeseung threaded his fingers back into your hair, and pulled. “Stop.” He pulled until it hurt, until he had pulled you off his dick and it rested against your cheek instead. “Enough.” His voice was guttural, vibrating against your teeth. 

You blinked up at him, mouth agape. His eyes fluttered shut at the sight of you; hair a matted mess, lips plump and bruised, eyes blown wide, and his precum and your own drool dripped down the sides of your mouth. He could have cummed at the sight alone, but he wanted to be inside you. 

He had to be inside you. 

Slowly, his hand slid from your hair to your face. He cupped your cheek, eyes smiling softly when you leaned into his hand. He wiped the drool off your lips with his thumb only to bring his finger to his mouth. You felt your pussy flutter around nothing and he didn’t have to hear it to know you almost whined. 

He brought his hand back to your face, trying to ignore the urge to push his cock back into your mouth, and wiped away your tears. You looked surprised, not even realizing you had begun to cry. 

“How did I do?” Your voice was hoarse, a bit broken, and his cock twitched. He rarely had the chance to ever hear it like this. He brought his other hand to your face, cupping both your cheeks and forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“Perfect. Always so perfect, Princess.” He could see it in your eyes, the need. So he gave it to you. “Serving me so well. You take such good care of me.” 

Your eyes lit up at the praise and he almost cooed, despite being on the urge of cumming. If he had this, if he had you like this, he wanted to enjoy it. And, above all, he wanted you to enjoy it. 

He was good at giving you what you needed, not just what you wanted. 

“Stand up for me, Princess.” He brushed his fingers against your neck. “Stand up.” 

Immediately, obediently, you managed to stand on shaky legs. Heeseung’s gaze traveled from your skirt to your apron, eyes focused on your nipples poking through. Despite fixing your attire earlier, it was all twisted and wet now. He loved it. 

You looked at him expectantly and he almost gave it up, almost begging for you to take him, to have him anyway you wanted him, but he couldn’t. A bigger, more selfish part of him couldn’t. 

“Strip for me.” When you began pulling at the strings, he coaxed out, “Leave the apron.” 

Your fingers paused before quickly pulling off the blouse, biting your lip when the cold air brushed against your skin. You pulled down the skirt and kicked it all to the side until you stood in nothing but the pink apron. It barely covered your chest and left your entire backside exposed, but you loved it; loved the way Heeseung’s eyes drank you in, eyes becoming impossibly darker. 

“Come here,” he motioned. You moved towards him, stepping between his legs. At once, he was gripping your hips and pulled you in, his face pressing into your stomach. He breathed you in, trying to burn the memory of you like this into his soul, hoping that when he goes, you’d greet him to the gates of hell like this, ever so enticing, so perfect. 

Even though he hadn’t given you permission, your hands found home in his long, shaggy black hair. You brushed your fingers through it, loving the length. He looked up at you and you almost, almost, wanted to ring the local church, wanted to tell them they had it all wrong because one of their angels, one of the sinful devils was here with you. 

The look in Heeseung’s eyes had changed. You could see it, feel it in his gaze. The way he looked at you now was anything but sweet. He wanted to eat you whole, in pieces if he had to. 

“Want to please me? Make me cum?” He spoke against your stomach, the cloth of the apron muffling his words but you heard him. Your knees weakened in response. You nodded, “Yes.” 

You could feel the curve of his smile against your skin as he pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to your stomach. You hadn’t noticed his trailing hand until it landed on your ass and he squeezed hard. You almost yelped at the feeling and jerked forward, his other hand steadying you. You held onto his shoulder, his hair, as his hand grazed your backside, fingers drawing circles on the fat of your skin. 

At once, Heeseung shifted and lifted his head, looking up at you. His eyes met yours and you both stared at each other, millions of unsaid words, thoughts, filling the minimal air between you both. The way Heeseung looked at you now, like he was staring up at the starry night sky, absolutely bewildered by the stars that littered the sky, it was better than anything else anyone could have ever given you. You’d trade all your fancy dresses, all your jewels, every single piece of gold you could get your hand on for him, just for him to look at you like this for the rest of your life, like you’re something precious, something beautiful, more than just the blood that ran through your veins. 

The weight of your look was too much for him, too terrifying, so he caught your wandering hand instead and rested it on his cheek. He leaned into it and you soothed the skin under his eyes, noticing for the first time just how strained it was. Heeseung kissed the edge of your palm before he pushed himself upwards on the bed until his back rested against the headboard. 

You watched him closely, watching the way his length still stood hard and tall but he paid it no mind. His eyes were on you. They had and always would be on you. He spread his legs, his muscles flexing before he patted his lap. “Come, Princess.” 

Obeying him immediately, you hastily, ungracefully, crawled towards him and his hands, his large, needy, hard working hands, grabbed you, caressing your skin softly as he settled you on his lap, the apron bunching up between your bodies. He paid little attention to his throbbing dick and more to the warmth of your cheeks, the bashfulness he could see in your eyes. 

Like the good girl you were, or wanted to be, you kept your hands to yourself and waited for him. Heeseung smiled at your patience and squeezed your hips once before he rested against the wood, ignoring the way it pierced his skin. You were soaking, knowing that your own wetness coated your thighs, making the apron stick to you in all sorts of uncomfortable ways. 

“Take off my tunic, Princess. Undress me.” There was something menacing in his soft voice, a slight tease at her, at her skill. Surely a maid like her, a servant, could undo a simple tunic, his voice had said. 

You nodded and reached for the tightly done threads, fingers trembling as you slowly pulled and loosened his collar, keeping your eyes on his chest. If you had lifted them, you’d see the way Heeseung was lazily resting against the headboard, the way his hair was a mess, the glint in his eyes that promised demise. He’d kept himself at bay for now, towing the power between himself and you, but when he took it again, completely and unruly, he’d have broken you tenfold. 

Once the neck of his tunic had loosened, you grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled up, smiling briefly at his immediate compliance, lifting his arms. You tossed his shirt to the side somewhere, solely focused on his skin, his solid, glistening chest. 

“Go ahead,” he smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. “Touch me.” 

Gingerly, you lifted both your hands and settled them on his chest. Heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your cold hands on his burning body, the way you were gentle as you grazed his toned abs, the way your fingers paused on all the cuts and scars that littered his body. 

“Can I?” You didn’t lift your eyes, focused on a new scar right above his heart. Heeseung’s hand travelled from your hip to your stomach and he pushed down.

“Yes.” He swallowed. “Please.” 

Gently, like he was fragile, you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the scarred tissue. His breathing hitched, his grip on you tightened, and he was a complete goner when your kisses became heavier, sloppier, and soon, his entire chest was littered with the remnants of your saliva. 

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Heeseung lifted your head, his gaze almost scoldering. He looked between your eyes, trying to find any hesitation, before he glanced down at your lips. Unconsciously, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a habit you had yet to grow out of. 

Sliding his thumb upwards, he coaxed you to release your lip and when he did, he pressed down and you shifted on his lap, his length brushing against the apron and he winced, a mixture of pleasure and pain shadowing across his face. 

“I’m going to kiss you, Princess.” Heeseung was already breathless, unsure if he was warning you or asking, only wanting your plush lips against his. 

“Please,” is all you managed to whisper out. If the kingdom could see you now, begging and writhing on top of Heeseung, a man not of royal blood or even any land. They’d never understand, you decided.

What it felt like to be wanted like this. 

Sliding his hand up from your waist to your throat, he wrapped his fingers gently enough to entice you. Your hands laid flat on his chest and you could feel the rapid pace of his heart, knowing he wanted this just as much, if not more. 

Pulling your head down, he tilted his chin to meet your lips in the middle. His lips, plush and pink, brushed against yours and you tilted your head, trying to chase him. His grip on your throat tightened and he kept you where he wanted you. He brushed his lips against yours once more, smiling against your pout. 

“Pretty thing,” he cooed. “You’ll take what I give you.” 

You whimpered against his lips, keeping your eyes on his. You knew he was being generous, knew he was being kind and sweet, the version of him you loved, but it wasn’t the one you needed. You needed him to abuse the power you had easily surrendered. 

“How bad?” He asked against your lips, brushing his lips against your chin, nose, cheek. “How bad do you want this, Princess?” 

“Very,” you whispered against his lips. “Please, Heeseung.” 

“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of your chin. “Begging for me like this. What would your mother say?” 

At the mention of your mother, the Queen, you shifted on his lap once more, his length brushing deliciously against your soaked core. His grip on your throat tightened just for a second before he composed himself. 

Unsure whether or not he wanted an answer, you parted your lips to say something, anything, and he interrupted you by crashing your lips against his, swallowing your surprised gasp greedily. His lips moved roughly against yours, so perfect, as one of his hands slid down to your ass, gripping tightly as he moved your hips against his, not caring for the way the apron you had on had been completely soaked by now. 

His grip on your throat tightened once more and you moaned into his mouth, moving your lips feverishly against his. Heeseung slipped his tongue into your mouth, tracing the crevices of your teeth and gums before sucking on your tongue, guiding your hips so your cunt rubbed against the side of his cock. 

His eyes almost rolled back at the lack of air and he pulled back, mesmerized by the string of spit that connected both of your lips. He pulled further away, just to see how far he could stretch the glistening string before it broke, surging forward to lick it from the edge of your mouth. 

He licked and kissed down your throat, his hand sliding downwards until both his hands were focused on the bow on your lower back. He pulled it apart as he nibbled and sucked your neck, only pulling away to pull the apron off your head. His lips immediately reattached to your neck, kissing down to your collarbone and your head fell back, trying to pry yourself open for him. 

Heeseung bit down on the skin just above your collarbone and you cried out, hands flying to his hair, gripping for dear life. He grinned against your skin and pulled at your own hair, making you arch for him so he could reach your breasts better. 

He began kissing down your body, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the skin between your breasts, licking and sucking, swallowing the taste of your sweet sweat, knowing he’d fight a war for the taste. 

You were a mess above him, head thrown back and eyes sewn shut, incoherent mumbles and whimpers leaving your lips as you pulled and scraped his hair and the nape of his neck. Your entire body was on fire and you almost couldn’t breathe. 

Under a trance, Heeseung pressed a soft kiss on one of your breasts, his fingers brushing the nipple of the other. He kitten-licked your swollen, aching bud before latching on, sucking and kissing, circling his tongue as if he could have convinced your body to submit to him completely, as if he could milk you dry. 

His other hand pinched and squeezed your other nipple, before he released your swollen and wet nipple with a pop, not even breathing as he latched onto the other one. All of your senses were going crazy, overwhelmed to the point of hysteria and tears. Heeseung jerked his hips upwards, pulling you impossibly closer and flush against him, his cock sliding perfectly between your soaked folds. 

Once he’s sure that he’s marked every inch of you, every inch of your supple skin red and pinched, he pulls away and revels in what he sees. You’re gripping onto him tightly, grinding yourself against him, head thrown back as a sheen layer of sweat coats your throat. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. 

His voice breaks the trance you seem to be in and you slowly halt your movements and tilt your head forward, eyes locking on his. He pushes himself up, resting his forehead against yours as both of your chests heave. You lean forward and press a swift kiss to his swollen lips, licking his bottom lip. He lets you have it because he captures your lips again, heart beating rapidly against your chest as his arms circle your waist. 

“Ready to make me cum?” He asks, voice unbelievably gravelly and hoarse. He knows that if you simply touched him, simply grazed his tip with your fingers, he’d cum like he never has before. 

“I need to,” you tell him. “Please, Heeseung. Use me.” You’re so earnest in your words, the way your eyes shine with trust and lust, like he could do anything to you and you’d let him. 

A darker, sinister part of him wants to know how far he could go before you stop him. 

Heeseung grins at you, a curve of his lips, teeth on display as his hands slide up and down your exposed thighs. “Ride me, Princess.” He watches the way your eyes widen, he can feel the way your pulse quickens, and he wants to be the only person to ever see you like this. He wraps one of his hands around his hard, leaking cock and slides up and down once. “Ride me like the good, pretty little slut you are.” 

Your pussy flutters at his words and he can feel it against his legs. He almost, almost, loses it right there and then and has half a mind to flip you over but he needs to prolong this. So, instead, he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek, looking as sinful as ever. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you held onto his shoulders with trembling arms and slowly lifted your knees. Like the saint he could sometimes be, Heeseung gripped the underside of your thighs, helping lift your body. 

Exhaling a short breath, you gripped his cock and lined him up with your entrance. The soft scrape of his tip against your pussy was almost enough, but you wanted more, needed more. With his red tip positioned at your entrance, you slowly sunk down, moaning loudly. 

The satisfying tightening and burn of his veins against your gummy walls made you both moan in unison, your body falling limp into his as you sunk down completely, the base of his cock hitting your core. The stretch felt amazing, so good, and all you could do was tuck your face into the crook of his neck, biting back a sob. 

“Fuck,” he groans out, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping your skin. “Fuck, so fucking tight.” You press a soft kiss to his neck and he jerks his hips upwards, filling you to the brim, his tip reaching parts of you only he had discovered. 

“Move,” he ordered, weakly. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Princess. Just like you said you would, like you want to.” 

Your head fell back onto his chest and you bit his shoulder, holding onto his neck tightly as you used all your strength to move. He twitches inside you, against your sensitive walls, and you almost cry out. As if sensing your distraught, one of his hands grips your waist protectively and he presses a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

Lifting your legs, you slowly moved on his lap, sliding him in and out of your pussy. His hold on your waist helped lift you up and down, guiding you to a delicious pace. Once you find your rhythm, Heeseungs hands slide from your waist to your ass, resting there. 

He throws his head back when you begin to jump on his cock, his balls slapping against your ass. Your grip on his shoulders is piercing, he can feel his skin breaking as you dig your nails into his skin, the creak of his bed is loud in the room filled with your moans. 

You slow down, pressing down on his length to catch your breath. Grinding on his lap, his cock brushes against all your sweet spots, stretching your walls with a familiar enough burn. As you wriggle around on his cock, Heeseung’s eyes fly open and he stares at you with a heavy lidded gaze. 

“Tired already, Princess?” He chokes out, trying to be amused but his voice breaks. You don’t answer him, you can’t answer him, so he cooes at you instead and slides his hands up your sweaty body until his hand rests on your throat and he grips it, forcing your eyes open when he presses down with his thumb. 

Your eyes fly open and there are tears in your eyes as you try to push him to the brim, needing him to cum inside you before you lose your mind. “Heeseung,” you breathe out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

“I got you, Princess,” he whispers against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I got you.” 

He kneads the flesh of your ass before he grips on tightly and thrusts into you. He begins fucking into you at an unsteady pace, your jaw going slack as his tip presses against your cervix with each thrust, making your eyes roll back. 

You could feel each and every vein bulging against your walls as he pounded into you, your hands flying to the headboard when his pace became rougher, more animalistic. 

“Wanting to serve me,” he mumbles against your throat, licking and biting your skin. “Can’t even fuck herself on my cock for long,” he chastises, spreading your ass so he could fuck into you harder. He bites into your skin sharply, almost breaking skin, and you tug at his hair, whimpering loudly. 

He can’t stop his rough movements, his thrusts never faltering as he brings you both closer to your release, abdomens twisting and churning. You felt your ears ringing when he pulled your hair, exposing your neck to him. His lips found home on your breasts, licking and biting as his cock continued to slide in and out of you at an abusing rate. 

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Imagine if others saw you like this.” At his own words, his pelvis jerked upwards, grazing that gummy, sensitive part inside you. He’d kill whoever saw you like this. But the thought of his Princess, the Princess, being dumb and sloppy for his dick for an audience made his legs burn.

“Don’t–” You started, voice breaking when he pinched your nipple.

“Don’t want what?” He asked, glancing up at you. “Tell me.”

“Don’t want others to see me,” you whispered. You looked down at him and smiled hazily, eyes unfocused and spit coating your lips.

“Just you.” 

Desperation clawed at Heeseung and his thrusts became erratic as he pushed your body flush against him, forcing your hips to match his bruising pace as more slick poured from your legs and onto his lap and sheets, your needy moans mixed with his broken ones. 

“Close–I’m, oh,” you stuttered out, eyes closing when Heeseung’s fingers grazed your clit, his own eyes shutting for a second when your walls squeezed him impossibly tight as he pressed his fingers against your clit. He could feel it, the dizzying feeling of euphoria building in his chest, the way it was running through his veins. He could tell you felt it too by your breathing, the way your pussy was weeping for him. 

Stars danced around in your vision and he knew his own vision mirrored yours, the tightness in his core was almost unbearable and he tipped his head forward and pressed his lips against yours, smiling briefly when your hold on him tightened. “Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock,” his voice was sweet, borderline crazed. 

You fell limp in his arms when he thrusted into you once, twice, right against your cervix, and you had come undone for him, release washing over you, body weak as your legs shook on top of Heeseung’s. His hands were all over your body, caressing your skin to comfort you as your body convulsed for him. 

His lips were littering soft kisses to any skin he could reach, and when your walls tightened completely, coating his cock in your cum, he softly cried out your name as warm ropes of his cum filled you to the brim. 

You could barely blink, senses still overwhelmed as he kept kissing you, kept cumming, filling you up so well, until you could almost taste him. Quiet praises filled with love and encouragement were whispered against your skin as he remained buried up to the hilt in you, his hips still pushing his cum into you, almost as if he had no control over himself. 

Your entire body was shaking and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, rubbing your back gently until your whimpers turned into heavy breathing, until all you could mumble was some variation of his name. He forced his hips to still, forced himself to breathe deeply. 

Bodies sticky and sweaty, he ran his hands up and down your back, nails grazing your skin to ground you. He was sure he was still cumming but if he could distract you, keep your attention on anything other than your overly stimulated, stuffed pussy, he’d do so. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed lovingly, kissing the shell of your ear. “I got you.” He smiled when he felt you nod in the crook of his neck. “Did so well for me, Princess.” You simply hummed in response, unable to form any sentences at the moment. Heeseung rested his cheek against your head, fighting the urge to grind his hips against yours. 

You breathed in Heeseung’s scent slowly, head safely tucked in the crook of his neck. The way he held you now, so soft, so lovingly, had your heart settling. You still could barely feel your legs, moaning lightly when his cock twitched inside you. Wrapped around his body, you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck, sucking softly when he tilted his head to give you more access. 

Your fingers tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck and he shuddered. You could have fallen asleep right there and then, with his cock stuffed safely in your pussy, sticky wetness fusing your both together.

But, as you should have known, Heeseung had other plans. Gently, oh, so gently, he coaxed you up. The movement had you both hissing but he was quick to steady you, quick to brush your hair from your face. You stared at him and his legs wobbled at the look in your eyes. You brought a hand up to his face and traced the length of his eyebrow, brushing your fingers down his nose, and along his nose. 

“Pretty,” you mumbled, and he leaned forward and kissed you softly. 

It was different, slower, more intimate as he cupped your cheek and tilted his head, lips plush against yours. You moaned into his mouth at the intimacy of it; the way his cock was still buried inside you, the way your mixed juices still leaked out of you, the gentle caress of his hand as he whispered loving praises into your mouth. 

Your hand trailed down his face until it rested against his throat. In a surge of confidence, a sudden flicker of realization, you pushed down on his adam's apple and he moaned into your mouth, tightening his hold on you. 

Before you could indulge yourself, take back the power you had so easily given way, Heeseung was lifting you, he held you close as he pushed up on his legs and you held onto him tightly as he guided you to fall back on the mattress, his cock still buried deep within you. 

You stared up at him in bewilderment and he grinned, a wicked look in his eyes as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your nose. Your legs had naturally lifted and he rested them against his shoulders, needing the access. He grinded his hips against yours and smiled devilishly when your walls clenched around him. 

“Not so fast, Princess,” he nipped your chin. He dragged his lips down your throat, leaving a trail of saliva. “You’re still here to serve me, aren’t you?” His breath was hot against your ear, voice tantalizing. 

You nodded and wriggled under him, needing any sort of friction. He gripped your hips and halted your movements. “Behave,” he mumbles. Just when you’re relaxing against his hold, shoulders loosening and back straight on his mattress, he tightens his hold on your hips and pulls you forward, pelvis’ meeting as his tip digs deeper into you. 

Crying out, you clutch his arms, digging your nails into his skin. He stays there for a moment, buried deep inside of you, cock twitching in sensitivity, to catch his breath. He glances up at you and breathes out a quiet laugh. 

At the sound, you open your eyes and glance up at him, smiling at the sound. He leans down and kisses your lips softly before peppering small kisses down your neck. He slowly guides your legs back down, settling on either side of him as he kisses down your body, licking and nibbling. 

He slowly shifts his body downwards, coming to lay between your legs. When he pulls his cock out of your seeping hole, he watches in absolute amazement as his seed drips out of you. He watched until it stopped, blowing onto your folds just to watch them flutter. 

You lay there, mind on overdrive as the immense pleasure from all your muscles begged to lull you asleep. Instead, you dug your hands into his hair and ran your fingers through the matted threads, needing to ground yourself. 

Heeseung takes his time as he reaches your breasts, kissing around them both softly before he sucks on each nipple interchangeably. When you moan out his name, he continues on, kissing and licking down your stomach. He presses a wet kiss to your belly button and despite the sensual environment, soft laughter erupts from your throat at the feeling and Heeseung rests his forehead against your stomach at the sound. 

He lifts his head and rests his chin on your stomach, simply staring at you. You’re looking down at him, eyes shiny with a small, bright smile on your lips and he can’t help but smile brightly at your joy. He almost says it, almost begs you to accept his devotion, but he simply presses a kiss to your hip. 

“I’d go to war for it,” he whispered against your skin. 

“For what?” Your hand is in his hair again and your nails scrape against his scalp. “I’d never ask you to go to war, Heeseung.” To get your point across, hoping he could see the mirrored devotion in your eyes, you pulled at his hair so he’d look at you properly. “You’re not going.” 

“I would, though,” he responded. He traced different shapes into your skin before kissing you again. “For your laugh? I’d go.” 

Before you could reply, before you could forbid him, he shifted downwards and pressed his nose against your cunt, holding down your hips as your legs twitched. You cried out and pulled at his hair but he was adamant, ignoring the pain and pushed your legs further apart. 

You squirmed under him as he stared at your cunt before blowing warm air on it, finding your agony humorous. Even now, you could have said that you couldn’t take any more, but he knows you’d be lying. 

He spread your legs even further before he kissed your pussy softly. “Such a pretty pussy, Your Highness,” he praises, a twinge of mockery in his voice. He meant it, he loved it so dearly, almost as much as he loved you, but there was something unforbidding in his words. 

Here he was, treating the next in line for the throne as his own personal servant, using her until she begs to stop.

Heeseung smiled against you, knowing you’d never ask to stop, even if you needed to. Nothing he could do would warrant such a reaction. 

“Hee,” you whispered. 

“I know, baby,” he nodded, his nose brushing against your slick folds. “Such a good little thing you are,” he mumbled, the vibrations going straight to your core. “Letting me have my way.” 

“Please,” you begged. “Please.” 

Instead of giving you what you wanted, he brushed two of his fingers through your pussy, holding your hips down with one arm as he coats both fingers in a mixture of both of your releases. Once he’s pleased enough, Heeseung lifts his fingers to your mouth and raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Suck.” 

Like a man starved, you latched onto his fingers. He watched with dark eyes as you sucked on his fingers, twirling your tongue around them, cleaning them completely. Just as you’re about to pull his fingers out, he presses down on your tongue, making you gag. The taste of yourself mixed with him has you rutting against his nose. 

At that exact moment, he licked a harsh stripe of your core, holding you down as you writhe under him, still gagging on his fingers. 

He presses his face closer to your cunt as his tongue pushes in and out of your sopping hole, licking and sucking as if you’re his last meal. You might as well be, knowing what could happen if you’re discovered. That thought urges him to drag his tongue along your pussy, fucking it into your cunt before sucking on your clit. 

Tears are gathering in your eyes as Heeseungs fingers remain in your mouth, you’re sucking and licking but he’s still pushing down on your tongue, drool tipping over the edge of your lips. 

He traces his name, his devotion, into your gummy walls, his nose pressing against your clit. You moan out a broken, gagged version of his name and arched your back as his nose digs further into your clit, rubbing it until he’s sure you’re all he’ll smell for weeks. 

And he will. He won’t clean himself as well, hoping the scent of his sweat and your juices mixes into his skin and it becomes his new scent. It’ll waft through the air of the castle, enticing all, but only he would know the truth. 

Heeseung pressed his face even closer to your cunt as his tongue licked and suckled, lapping up all your juices. The taste of himself mixed in with yours has his eyes rolling back, knowing he’d never taste anything that would compare. 

The sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as you tried pulling his fingers out of your mouth, if only to get another taste of your mixtures. He tilted his even further, pushing his tongue deeper within you and you moaned. 

He curled the tip of his tongue upwards and you almost screamed, tears falling down your cheeks at the pleasure. “Yes, yes,” you chanted, words muffled by his fingers. 

Lifting his eyes, Heeseung hummed at the sight of your pleasure, the way tears prettily fell down your cheeks, and lifted his fingers from your tongue. Before he could bring his hand back towards him, you grabbed it and settled it on your chest. His wet, dripping fingers pinched your nipples, teasing the sensitive skin. 

Needing more, you began moving your hips feverishly against his face, grinding down on him. Heeseung groaned into your cunt, making your insides vibrate, as you smeared all your slick over his face, his chin dripping with drool and arousal. 

Your sweet scent and taste overwhelmed his mind and he began losing it, rutting against the mattress like a schoolboy, his lips latching onto your clit as he pushed himself closer to your dripping cunt, nose rubbing deliciously against your bud as he slid his tongue in and out of you. 

“Seung,” you cry, eyes barely open as you watch him suck you dry. His hand shifts from your chest to the one in his hair. He threads your fingers together and squeezes once, twice, before your legs are pulsing erratically and your walls clench around his tongue. “I’m close, baby, please.” 

Heeseung’s brain short-circuited at your words, at the term, and he spread you open wider and licked at you harsher, his tongue inching towards your anus, licking long strips as he teases your clit with his nose. 

“Cum, pretty thing,” he edged, lulling you closer to your orgasm.

“Cum all over my face, Princess.” 

His words were enough to break you and your vision blurred as you moaned, your stomach coiling and uncoiling as your orgasm washed over you like cold water, soaking you completely. 

Throwing your head back, Heeseung continued to push his tongue into your gushing pussy, lips coaxing all your juices down his throat, not wasting a single drop. He licked and sucked harshly, even as you mumbled incoherently about it being too much. 

He knew it was too much, it was taking all his power to hold you down, but he needed this more than he needed life. More than he needed anything else, more than even the King could offer him. He needed every last drop you had to offer in his mouth, he needed to imprint the taste to memory, the velvety of your juices healed him, he could feel it, the way his heart had mended and his scars had healed and he was perfect and worthy of you. 

His tongue continued to lap up everything that dripped out of you, including his own drool, as you breathed harshly, chest heaving up and down as you tried to pry yourself from his hold. You didn’t really want to break free, you just wanted his mouth on yours so you could taste a bit of yourself again. 

Once he was sure he had sucked you completely dry, cleaning your inner thighs with his tongue, leaving nothing but warmth in his wake, he pressed a soft kiss to your clit. You watched him with half lidded eyes as your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“So good,” he whispered against your skin. “Such a good girl, cumming for me again.” 

He looked up at you and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him; eyes wide and hair wild as your cum and slick coated his face, his sun-kissed skin glowing with sweat as he smiled at you with swollen lips. 

He looked so pleased, so completely, irrevocably and ardently in love with you. 

He kissed up your thighs and you threaded your fingers in his hair and tugged. He let you drag him up, let you bring his face to yours and he grinned at the fucked out look on your face, the way your pupils had been blown wide, lips swollen, tears staining your cheeks. 

Pulling him down, you looked up at him, his warm gaze meeting yours and you could have sworn you saw a shooting star in his eyes, or, perhaps, it was one outside. Regardless, you knew your wish. You tilted your head up and kissed him, pressing your lips flush against his, licking his bottom lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth. 

You groaned into your mouth as the taste of him and yourself flooded your mouth. Shifting his body weight, he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss, pouring all of his love and all of the unspoken promises he’d keep for you. 

You nipped at his lips and his legs wobbled. Resting an arm on either side of you, he held himself up as you kissed him sloppily, teeth against teeth, before you nipped at his top lip, pulling until he whined.

Pulling away, you smiled as you kissed down his throat, needing him. You licked and sucked, nibbling down his throat. With shaky arms, Heeseung tried his best to stay upright, tried his best not to crush your body. 

When you kissed his adam’s apple, his hold trembled. When you licked a long stripe of his neck, sucking his adam’s apple until it was red, he collapsed on top of you, his cock leaking against your stomach once more. 

You welcomed the weight of his body. He felt so warm; so real, so attainable, you could feel the weight of his muscles against yours, the weight crushed the lingering loneliness that had crept into your bones. 

Wrapping your arms around his body, you scratched his back and pulled at his hair as you littered his throat and jaw with kisses. He held onto you just as tightly, afraid that if he let go, he’d be back in that barn all those years ago and you’d be in your tower, and he’d never get to hold you like this. 

You both breathed deeply until your breathing synched and everything was alright in the world, you decided. Nothing else really mattered, not to you. Heeseung was here, in your arms, pressed warmly against you and that meant everything would be alright. 

You kissed his earlobe, pulling at it with your teeth, reveling in the small moan that vibrated against your chest. It cleared your mind a bit, opened your eyes. Your nails began to dig deeper into his skin, leaving marks. 

“Had your fun?” You questioned him quietly, your words nothing but a mere whisper. 

Unbeknownst to Heeseung, your lips twitched upwards when his whole body froze. You felt the way his breathing paused, the way his length twitched against your stomach. He could hear it in your voice, in the way you had sucked all the warmth out of the room. 

Slowly, as if he was beguiling a predator, Heeseung slowly lifted himself off you, legs still intertwined. His chest peeled off yours and he kept some space between your face. You looked up at him and he glanced down at you, a gentle plea in his eyes. 

Cupping his cheek, you rubbed your thumb across his cheek. “Well? Did you?” 

There it was, he shivered. Gone was your breathy, submissive voice. The one you loved to use and the one he found so much pleasure in. But this, the slightly deeper, authoritative voice, the one that bounced off the palace walls and negotiated with Princes, this voice could ask for his life and he’d give it. If it asked for his heart, he’d rip it out of his own chest and hand it over. 

Hesitantly, Heeseung nodded. “Yes, Princess. I did.” He swallowed and tried for a smile, trying to show how much he didn’t enjoy this, the sudden switch of power, hoping to conceal the way his cock was leaking onto your stomach. 

“So polite,” you teased. You trailed your hands up and down his chest, brushing your fingers against his nipples, a knowing look in your eyes when he flinched. 

“Your Highness,” Heeseung begins, ready to beg, but you press down on his bottom lip and he loses his footing. Tangling your leg with his, you push him to the side as you flip over, sitting in between his legs as he stares at you with wide eyes. 

You smile at him, the laughter in your eyes not matching the way you grab his length and shuffle forward, incredibly close to him. His breathing hitches and you brush your thumb against his tip, bringing it to your mouth, staring directly at him as you suck it clean. 

“You’re so good at it, Heeseung.” Your voice is soft, genuine. One of your hands rests on his inner thigh, too heavy on his skin. “So good at taking care of me. At giving me what I want.” 

Heeseung swallows, eyes starry and abs flexed at your movements. “Anything for you, Princess. You know that.” He was pleading. Have mercy on me, he was yelling. I’m not as strong as you, he wanted to cry out. 

“I do,” you agree. “Tell me,” you leaned down, “do you enjoy having me at your mercy? Is it arousing? Being my master? Being the only one to control me?” 

Your voice was too casual, too sultry, he couldn’t handle it. He wanted to cry but his hard on twitched in your hand and you grinned down at him. “Answer me.” 

“Yes,” he breathed out. “I do. It’s liberating and I love it.” You, he almost said. I love you. 

Your eyes darkened and you nodded, licking your bottom lip. “Me too.” You have me, she could have said. I love you. 

“Will you let me take care of you, Hee?” You squeezed the base of his cock and he arched his back, gasping at the feeling. He was so incredibly sensitive, ready to blow at any recond. 

He nodded before he spoke. “Yes, yes, Princess,” he mumbled, “Anything you want. I’m yours to use.” His eyes beseech you and you can’t help but loosen your hold on him. 

“Mine?” It’s a question you ask every time, every time you find yourself in his bed, in this room, you ask him without fail, and everytime, his answer is the same, genuine and honest. 

“Yes. Always.” 

A small, soft smile twists onto your lips and Heeseung exhales a sigh of relief. You tilt your head at him and he matches your gaze, staring at you with nothing but adoration. You lean forward and he pushes himself up, meeting your lips halfway. 

The kiss is soft, despite the fire behind your eyes. He’s soft as he kisses you, letting you control the pace. Your hand is still sliding up and down his cock, using his precum as lube, getting it ready for you. 

You pull back and to remind him that you’re as devoted, you press a soft kiss to his cheek and he falls back with a smile on his face. 

You move your hand a few times, enjoying the way his whole body twitches, how hard he tries to keep still for you, before you turn around and you miss the way Heeseung’s head falls back, knowing what’s coming. 

Shifting back, you use one hand to line him up with your entrance and your other hand is on his thigh, holding you up. “Beg,” you whisper. 

“Please,” his voice immediately breaks out. “Please, Princess. Use me, fuck me.” 

His words shoot straight to your core and you drip all over his cock, glad you had turned away, knowing you would have trembled if you had the chance to look into his big, shiny eyes. 

Slowly, you sink down on his cock, hissing at the familiar stretch. It's different than before, burns less than before, but it’s still too much, still enough to knock your head back as he bottoms out, filling you up to the brim. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles behind you, eyes twisted shut. His arms are behind him, gripping the headboard because he knows, knows you’ll tell him when he can touch you. Right now, you were in control. You needed your royal blood to pump through your veins, regain control over your composure. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned out, grinding down on his cock. Your pussy was greedy, sucking him in as if wasn’t filled to the brim only a while ago. Steadily, you pushed yourself up, biting back a groan when his veins brushed against your walls. 

Heeseung willed his eyes open, needing to burn the memory of you fucking yourself on his cock, your ass slaming into his pelvis as you used him like he was nothing but a slave, into his brain. He wished he was artistic so he could paint this picture a thousand times and keep them all for himself. 

Instead, he writhed and gasped under you, wishing he could see your face. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers along your skin and kiss your lips but he had to behave, had to listen, had to just take it, because you asked him to. 

Heeseung watched as your movements began to slow, as your shoulders trembled and your toes flexed every time you had to lift yourself. Biting his bottom lip, his eyes glinted with something primal, something possessive as he waited, and waited, and waited, and then, he heard your choked sob. 

“Heeseung,” you cried, drained of all your energy. 

At once, like it was practiced, like he was made for it, Heeseung gripped onto your hips and pulled you backwards, flush against his back as he began to slowly rock his hips forward, fucking his cock into you. 

Back arched, you moaned when his hand travelled to your throat and he held you firmly against him, tilting your head backwards as he applied just the right amount of pressure to your jugular veins, making you lightheaded as he slid in and out of you at a bruising pace. 

He smiled when you whimpered, teeth grazing the side of your throat as he bit down, pressing your ass flushed against his pelvis, the tip of cock brushing against your cervix, making you see stars. 

“T–‘S too much,” you babbled, tears lining your waterline as you tried to breathe. 

“When will you learn?” Heeseung whispers into your ear, fucking you fiercely. You don’t recognize the sound of his voice, a mixture of his sweet, advising tone mixed with something more predatory, something that has you seeing stars. “Princess to all, but a whore for me,” he breathed out. 

You almost couldn’t understand what he was saying, not with the way his thrusts grew blinding. His other hand slid down your body until it slapped your cunt, making you cry out further, arching your back, trying to get away, but his grip on your throat was strong and he kissed your neck softly.  

“I got you, Y/n. I’m the only one who ever has,” his tongue licks away your tears, “who ever will.” 

He rubs your clit, pushing down randomly and changing his speed as he continues to fuck you, aware of the way your body had given up to him completely, the way you could only mumble his name. 

He felt the way you squeezed his cock, making it almost impossible for him to slide down, the way your legs trembled, and he bit your earlobe.

“Cum.” 

You moaned as you squirted and came all over his cock, your walls clenching around his walls hard enough to pull his own orgasm, moaning loudly as he cummed inside you, hand still rubbing your clit. 

You continued to cum and he emptied himself inside you, the squelching sound becoming louder and louder as your juices mixed and he fucked into you with the same crazed pace. 

You babbled a string of words he couldn’t decipher and continued to pump into you, lost in your cunt, unable to stop. You were crying, overstimulated and emotional, and ready to fall back against him. 

When he was sure he had emptied himself completely inside you, he slowed his pace and pressed kisses all over your neck and shoulder, slowly halting the movement of his hips. You fell into a slump against his body and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, mumbling quietly to you. 

“Baby,” he whispered after a pregnant moment. “Princess.” 

You hummed, eyes too tired and droopy to open. He rubbed your stomach soothingly, trying to ground you before he moved. “Are you okay, beloved? Did I hurt you?” 

“Okay,” you mumbled, unable to turn to face him. “No.”

“Okay,” he responded. He stayed in that position for a while more, waiting until your breathing had evened out and your body had begun to respond to his light touches. Once he was sure that you were okay, not as stimulated, he tapped your arm three times. 

“I have to pull out, my Princess. Can I?” His voice was sweet again, honey and silk against your skin. 

You opened your eyes and nodded against his chest. “Yes, pull out.” 

Gently, Heeseung pulled out of your sopping cunt, biting back a hiss. He shifted his weight and maneuvered your body until you were laying in his arms, your back pressed against his chest. He knew he had much to clean up, but your eyes still fluttered shut occasionally so he put it off, knowing you needed him more. 

He ran his hands along your arms and then your shoulders, pressing into your skin occasionally to remind you that he was right behind you. You snuggled into him, back pressed flush against his chest and he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Tell me you’re okay,” he asked, quietly. “Tell me three things you can see.”

Licking your lips, you opened your eyes and rested your own arms over his. “I’m okay, Heeseung. I promise.” You lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles. “I see… your hand, the candle I made you, and your bookshelf.” 

Heeseung released a breath of relief and kissed your shoulder.

“Come, lovely, let me run you a bath.” 

“Later,” you said. “Later.” Before he could protest, you slowly shifted in his arms until you were face-to-face, chests pressed together, hearts beating as one. 

“Just hold me, please?” 

Tilting his head down, Heesueng brushed his nose against yours and kissed your lips softly. 

“Always and forever, Princess.” 

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What is the Best Way for YOU to Manifest?

I have been receiving so many notes from yall and there are so many new followers!!! thank you all so much for the love and the affirmation! I really enjoy doing this and it helps me stay in a healthy mindset so I'm glad I can assist others while assisting myself.

In today's reading I am using Ethereal Visions Illuminated Tarot, The Healing Waters Oracle, and The Starseed Oracle. Take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives!

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Vibes: Blue, navy, black, skulls, ice, Hermes, ocean, coast-line, shark teeth, crystal jewelry, castles, olive tree, music, cats, fish, soda, marine life in general, crying, spicy food, hot meal, alternative fashion

Song: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears

Cards: The Artist, 7 of Cups, Page of Cups, The Ripple Effect, Perspective

Heyooo pile one! Welcome to your reading. The best way yall can manifest is by projecting it out of you. This can be through making art of some kind or just looking at art of what it is that you desire. Either way all you need is to see the desire outside of yourself and it will eventually find its way to you. I see you are quite protective of your desires and it is difficult for you to choose which one you want to manifest most because you want them all so much. You can have them all if you like. You need to admire what you want to manifest. Imagine how you would feel seeing whatever it is in your hands. If it is an object imagine what the texture of it would feel like. What does it look like? Imagine its color. If it is an experience that you wish to manifest imagine how it would feel to experience it. What would your senses take in when you experience it? You know intuitively what it is you want without having it. Doesn't it make sense you would intuitively know what it would be like? The clearer the vision you have, the quicker it will manifest into existence. Just remember anything you wish to manifest is already yours. It has your name written on its spiritual frequency. You just gotta match the frequency. Don't worry about how it will happen. Don't worry about the plan. The universe already knows how it will get to you. You don't have to worry about that part. The details are already taken care of, my dude. Trust the universe.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Vibes: Green, yellow, white, wild-flowers, children laughing, church bells, lions, eagles, bulls, peanut butter, being barefooted, 222, snakes, curry, ribbons

Song: What I've Got by Sublime

Cards: Wheel of Fortune, 6 of Cups, 2 of Swords, King Tide, Breath of the Cosmos

Hi, pile 2! The best way for you to manifest is through verbal expression. I see many entities watching over you. They wait patiently for you to ask for what you desire. They listen closely to what you truly want. When you ask it must be backed by the desire of your inner child. If it does not align with your inner child's desires the entities might not hear you. The universe wants to cradle your inner child. It coos at them waiting for them to speak. Let your inner baby ask for what it wants. Let them speak. It is common for inner children to be silenced by the world so this might take some convincing. Be patient with them and they will tell your guides everything you truly desire and I swear it'll be dropped in your lap or by your doorstep in no time at all. You must trust your younger self to know what is right. You must trust the universe to deliver it to you. Both of them want you to experience abundance and plenty. Both of them want you to receive the fullness of life. Speak aloud what your younger self wants. Speak it with confidence in the effect it will have on your experience. It must be genuine. Whatever you want is already yours once it is spoken.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Vibes: Purple, forest green, pink, dogs, umbrellas, door knocker, hibiscus, olives, grapes, plums, violets, pomegranate, venus, 2222, incense smoke, candles, amethyst, cannabis, kayaking, hiking, Saturn

Song: Amethyst by Janine the Machine

Cards: The Fool, The Empress, The Well, Ilse of Avalon, You're Not For Everyone

Pile three, welcome to your reading! The best way for you to manifest is through your actions. I feel how hard you work in my body through the cards. You are far too resilient cus gotdamn your back hurts. Hard work is a way to manifest yes but what might work better for you is to enjoy yourself. By working hard all the time you invite in more work to do. Your actions display your manifestations. If you desire rest and relaxation (which i think you do) then meditation might help you. Do what you enjoy doing. Your physical reality with mirror your mind. Allow your mind to take a break. Embrace what you have wanted to do for a while. I know you have been trying so hard to get the manifestations you desire so deeply. I know those 60 to 80 hour work weeks have been hard on your mind and body. Pamper yourself a little bit. Invite more softenest in. Be willing to receive. Leap into bed, turn on your favorite show, and indulge a little in your favorite snack. Heal your soul. The cards also tell me you are a bit weird and quirky but you hide that a lot. It will help your manifestations come faster if you just embrace your weirdness. Lean into your quirkiness. I feel you are already really connected to Source and Source is where all that we need/desire comes from. You just gotta tap back into that energy again. Wow, okay I think your guides have been telling you to rest for a while. I am hearing them LOUD and CLEAR. They are a little frustrated with you not listening to them. You are pretty stubborn huh? I see you might have hurt yourself at work recently. That was an invitation to rest. Take the invitation, please. I see that if you don't take the invitation now you might be forced to later.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Vibes: Orange, red, sky blue, lavender, holding hands, hand-shakes, raining when the sun is out, rainbows, martini, fajitas, goblets, queer pride, 1111, throat chakra, oroborous, lotus flower

Song: Dracula from Houston by Butthole Surfers

Cards: The Magician, The Lovers, Ace of Cups, Let It Rain, Water Your Garden

Hey there, pile 4! Welcome to your reading, my friend. The best way you manifest is through communication. It's a bit more specific than that. Specifically when you're communicating in ways that are also taking care of yourself. Some examples of this are journaling, venting to a friend, talking with your lover, setting a boundary or writing letters to a pen pal. When you are verbalizing your desires to your friends be sure you are communicating with those you trust. I also see saying daily affirmations in the mirror would work as well. Which sometimes looks very ritualistic and other times it's you singing a song that makes you feel really positive about yourself in the mirror. Hype yourself up and that is a way to manifest as well. Anything with language involved while you are nourishing your body. I do see it might be difficult for you to gather your thoughts on your own so I do think it would be a bit easier to speak to a trusted advisor. Your words have power. Your language has power. The things that slip from your mouth are magic. Be very intentional about what you say, my dear.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere vampire x f! reader pt. 2

Into the Woods

Unholy Matrimony

TW: Blood, mind control, vampirism, forced transformation, forced marriage, unprotected sex Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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Nos had taken you to the ceremonial baths inside the castle and let you sink into the warm rose-petal-filled water. The water turned red from the blood on your body, and your soon-to-be husband joined you. Nos moved in front of you and lifted your head up.

"Do you even realize what your body did in vampire customs?" Nos asks, taking a rag and washing the dried blood off your shoulders.

"I had a period that's going to last five days," You answer, coming down from the high and feeling angry at him again.

"Cynical villager type of response. I expected more thrashing and trying to drown me," He replies, tying your hair up.

"You can drown?" You question, letting the heat get to you.

"No, but you can believe I can if that makes you feel better about me," A flash of insecurity and worry is on his face. "Anyway, when it comes to human brides, we have a tradition where the groom gets the first taste of blood. But since that includes period blood, we usually keep the brides inside and have intercourse with them until their periods finish. It's supposed to be a very romantic and intimate thing."

"Why me? What did I do to deserve this?" You ask, facing the scarlet stained glass ceiling. "How long did the village plan to send me to this castle, just like the other girls?"

Nos wanted to remain silent, but he couldn't lie to you.

"You did nothing wrong, my love. Your only sin was being born out of wedlock. Your village sends the first out-of-wedlock baby girl born to be our bride. They do it to scare the young adults and teens in the village," Nos explains, washing away the last of the blood. 

You cry and sink into the water. Nos holds you and kisses your sorrows away. 

"It'll all be ok, my love. We'll get a wedding then you'll never have to see Verano again. I'll pack up your stuff from the village and bring it here for you. Would you like that?" Nos asks, rubbing your back.

"Yeah, that would be fine," You sniffle, laying your head on his shoulders. 

"I shall do it, my love. But now, we need to get ready for our wedding."

Nos carries your form out of the baths and into a scarlet room containing wedding attire for the both of you. A white, long wedding dress with snowflake designs lays on the bed next to a blue cape with elegant white lining and white fur for the hood and ends. Crystal-clear shoes are next to your dress, glistening in the moonlight. You begin to put on the dress, but Nos stops you by giving a playful slap on the ass.

"Princess, aren't you forgetting your wedding lingerie? Or are you going out there stark naked underneath your wedding dress?" Nos teases, pressing his body against yours. 

"I didn't see any lingerie," You squeak as Nos's fingers roam around your crotch, hoping to get a touch of your period blood.

"Oh yeah, that's right. The groom gets the privilege-mn! Of-fuck! Of dressing the bride for their first night together," Nos moans as he dry humps your body. "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you dressed before I can't hold back."

Nos lifts the dress and takes a pastel blue lingerie set with a garter belt from underneath. He puts the bra on you while grinding himself against you faster. He barely stops humping you to put on the panties and garter belt. Nos's fingers enter your asshole, lubing it up with his spit. He quickly puts the tip inside your asshole and cums inside it. Nos pulls out a butt plug with a red heart and puts it in to keep the cum inside. Both of your bodies shiver with pleasure, and Nos presses the butt plug with his fingers to keep it in you as your muscles contract. He kisses your neck and takes his dick out of your underwear, letting the fabric smack your ass. You both stay against each other, breathing in synch.

"I need to put on the rest of my outfit, Nos," You breath, trying to move away from your fiance. 

He releases a sigh of pleasure, and his body slinks to the end of the bed to let you get dressed. You wear the dress, shoes, and cape, then turn towards your soon-to-be husband. 

"Let's have our wedding, my love," You say, still upset with Nos about the whole vampire bride ordeal. 

Nos holds your hand as you head towards a moonlit garden with a fountain spouting red water. You both take your positions, and the wedding begins. A vampire priest arrives and opens a black book with a pentagram and cross. You and Nos hold each other's hands as the ceremony starts. You look at the crowd and see your grandma, who only gives you a sorrowful wave. 

"Do you, Y/N, take Nos DeCorro to be your vampiric husband? To forever be bound by blood?" The priest asks, looking at you.

You turn to your grandma, and she can only mouth an apology for not protecting you.

"I-I do," You answer, seeing no way out.

"And do you, Nos DeCorro, take Y/N to be your chosen bride?" The priest asks, earning a quick answer from Nos.

"Yes, of course, I do!" Nos exclaims, gripping your hands harder. 

Nos's fangs poke out while he's smiling, and you feel the venom move through your body more. 

"Then you may bite the bride!" The priest proclaims, throwing his hands up as Nos puts rings on both his and your fingers. "May the gods and goddesses bless this union bound by blood!"

You try to run away, but Nos grabs your arm and pulls you into his grip. He bites into your shoulder and drinks as you start to feel weak. Blood stains your wedding dress and drips onto the stone steps. 

"Drink up, darling. I know you must be thirsty," Nos says, cutting his palm with a knife and holding it up to your face.

You quickly snatch his hand and drink from it like a hungry baby. The feeling of his blood flowing through you makes arousal spread through your body. Nos swings his cape in front of you, transporting you both into a dark room full of moonlight. You let go of his hand and recoil, knowing you've solidified your transformation into a vampire. You feel venom pumping through your fangs, and your heart slows. 

"Nos, help me," You plead to your husband.

"It's ok. You need to get your heart rate up for a couple of hours," Nos replies, putting you on the bed and unzipping your dress. "Relax, you only need to obey my commands."

Your mind gets hazy, and suddenly you're removing your shoes and cape. Next, you're straddling Nos and grinding your hips against him.

"You're doing great, darling. Keep grinding me at that pace," He grunts, taking off his clothes and leaving him naked.

He pushes your back onto the silk mattress and spreads your legs. You melt like putty as he touches you and feel closer to him than before. Nos kisses up your thighs and finally reaches your sex. He gently takes off your panties and gives you a fang-filled smile. Nos dives into your pussy and greedily licks the menstrual blood off you. Pleasure shoots up your spine, making you lift your legs more. 

Nos thrusts his tongue in and out, making you go wild. Your moans fill the room, and your back begins to arch. 

"In and out. In and out." Nos's words from earlier fill your head, making you feel his sensations more. 

"Fuck, Nos, more! More! More!" You scream, thrusting your pussy against his face. 

Nos lifts his head, visibly showing you his tongue slipping in and out of you. The image makes you orgasm, and Nos laps up your juices. 

"Oh, darling~" Nos moans, kissing you as his mouth and chin drip your blood. "Let's hurry and get to the main event before I eat your pussy forever."

"Yes, Nos," You answer, giggling as Nos moves between your legs.

Nos slips his member inside your bloody sex and slowly moves his hips. With each thrust, both you and your husband moan in synch. Both your moans are almost hypnotic, and it feels like everything is a hundred times more intimate. You caress Nos's back, and it makes his thrust speed up. Which makes your walls tighten around his cock.

"Faster, Nos!" You moan, slapping Nos's ass as he thrusts. 

"Oh-oh, I'll go fast, darling! I'll give you the first taste of what a human boy can't!" Nos grunts, lifting you to make you straddle him. "Hang on tight, sweetie."

He bites you and starts to thrust at an unnatural pace. Luckily, it didn't harm you since you're now a vampire. The feeling of his dick moving at such speeds made your mind become fried. You could only moan and grunt praises for your husband's performance. You wildly bite your husband and begin to ride him at an equal pace. With both of you riding and thrusting into each other, your orgasms explode at a supernatural level. You let go of your husband and cum all over his dick. Meanwhile, Nos holds your hips down and shoots his hot semen into your pussy. You collapse onto the mattress, and Nos follows you as he hasn't pulled out yet. 

Your legs shake as you try to ride through your orgasm, but call Nos for help.

"It's ok, my bride. I'm orgasming t-too!" Nos moans, his body also shaking inside you. 

He shoots another round of semen, passing out from exhaustion with you. Sunlight creeps into the windows as the newlyweds sleep soundly from your night of steamy sex. For the next three days, you two did the same thing until having such sex got tiring. So, instead, you let Nos eat your pussy under the covers to get his fill of your blood. Sometimes the mere act of eating your blood mixed with cum sent him over the edge. Which is good with him since you both haven't come out of the room or worn clothes since your wedding day. You didn't even care about the village anymore. You only want him and his touch. Luckily, Nos is more than happy to oblige. 

[noarawriteszr]

thanks for answering my question, if you don’t mind I’d like to request some fluff and angst with Cassandra and a female s/o

Cassandra goes hunting and the weather out of nowhere changes, it gets cold and Cassandra is having a hard time swarming, suddenly a lycan appears and injures her, and because of the weather she’s not able to run so she has to fight back, the injury is fatal so and she doesn’t have enough strength to use her sickle and doesn’t have arrows so she thinks she’ll die but before the lycan kills her, her mother kills it, before Cassandra falls to the ground, her mother catches her, Cassandra then goes into like a one month coma, her injuries are slowly healing and the crystallized body parts are turning back to normal. After she wakes up the person who’s there is her lover. The lover has been taking care of her the whole time, and when the lover noticed Cassandra is awake she starts crying and scolding Cassandra for being reckless and not listening to her because the lover had told her not to leave the castle when it’s not completely warm. Cassandra apologizes with a blush. Since Cassandra can barely move, the lover does everything for her; feeding her, bathing her, changing her and so on, cassnadra feels embarrassed and complains she’s not a baby but deep down she loves it. (Hopefully this made sense and if you do decide to do the request can you do how the lover reacts to an unconscious and injured Cassandra? And how she helps Cassandra heal while she’s unconscious)

Still my baby!♡

Cassandra Dimitrescu x fem reader

plot: Cassandra is seriously injured, and during her recovery period, she gets more annoyed than ever. Luckily, she has someone to take care of her.

a/n: helloooo! how are you, nonny? <3

first of all, this was a challenge for me lmaooo it was nice writing this tho I also made some changes and I truly hope you don't mind, I tried my best to keep the essence of it ;) not proofread oops

I'm so sorry it took so long :( pls forgive me and enjoy it ♥︎

Cassandra knew she should have listened to you and she was absolutely sure she shouldn't have sneaked out of Dimistrecu Castle. The consequences of her own actions were hurting her as she ran from the very well protected humans, not even with her sisters would this battle be easy, all she could feel was the cold. She flew uncontrolled towards the castle as fast as she could and in the situation she found herself in with several crystallized parts of her body and injuries, her effort was definitely not enough. The situation gets worse when she gets close to her home swearing to be safe until a lycan appears from beyond the grave and easily bites her right leg, she falls to the ground and can only scream in pain and beg anyone who can hear her mentally that her departure wouldn't be so cold.

When she could swear she was seeing the division between the world of the living and the world of the dead, the monster on top of her was cut in half as if it were nothing, she didn't even need to make an effort to lift her head and see who it was. Before closing her eyes she only heard:

“CASSANDRA!!!!”

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So cold.. Cassandra slowly gains consciousness, and again, all she feels is cold. Mentally she grumbles while trying to pull the fabric that covers her with her legs, which was a mistake when she feels a deep pain in her right leg, her eyes open quickly and she lets out a scream that could scare anyone. In less than 10 seconds, the bedroom door opens, and she sees her mother and her beloved panting, clearly scared by the scream.

"Cassandra, my dear, what's wrong? Are you feeling bad? Have you seen any lycans? What happened?" – As expected, she was bombarded with questions by her mother, which left her even more panicked when she saw y/n crying, sobbing against the door.

“... I tried to move my leg.. it h-hurts” – The relief was clear on her mother's face, who realized that it was nothing different than expected. Alcina Dimitrescu takes a deep breath and explains everything that happened for her to be that way, Cassandra can see that she held back when scolding her daughter, she would certainly receive a severe punishment when she gets better.

In the meantime, she didn't even notice that you left and came back with a tray, silently reaching an agreement with Alcina, and she said goodbye and left you two alone. As soon as the door closed, you calmly approached your loved one even though your entire posture was the opposite of calm.

"Cassie, my love.. I want to ask you something: Do you want to kill me with a heart attack?" – And here the tears came back, Cassandra had never seen you cry as much as you did now, she couldn't do anything to comfort you and that was making her more and more disturbed, darn it. All she wanted was to give you a hug and assure you that nothing happened to her and that she was the toughest Dimitrescu besides her mom.

After long minutes of crying you manage to control yourself and place the tray on the bed where she was lying, she didn't even need to ask as you quickly showed her what was there, human flesh and a generous cup of blood.

If she could die of shame, she would right now as you help her eat and clean up the mess she made at meal time. As much as she was grateful, the shame was even greater, and she couldn't help but comment:

"I can feed myself, you know?" and you just roll your eyes and laugh at your girlfriend's predicted reaction.

"And I can help you, you know?" You jokingly answer her and notice that her cheeks turned red. You had to stop yourself from gushing over this.

“You almost scared everyone to death, I've never seen your mother as shaken as she was these last few days. Promise me you won't do this again, please promise me Cassie..” – It was visible that y/n was holding back tears, and Cassandra couldn't help but feel bad, intertwining their pinky fingers in a sincere and honest promise.

“For you, I promise.”

Days have passed since then, her recovery being one of the fastest even for being like her. Every day, she felt more like herself and hated lying in bed with all her strength. The only good thing is your company, it is, in fact, the only thing that made her stay in bed for so long without complaining... that much. Having all your attention, your affection and you close by is all she needs, even though she still almost needs to die from shame when you insist on taking care of her as if she were a child, helping her to eat, clean herself after lunch and dinner, read books for her and giving her the affection as if she were a being that needed all the care in the world, a baby. She couldn't lie. She LOVES it all, but she also knows that she is a renowned and respected vampire. You cuddling her like she was a stuffed animal wouldn't do any good for her reputation.

So she always complains to you and tries to push you away, to her luck or disgrace it literally has the opposite effect.

“Could you stop treating me like a baby? I'm a fucking vampire and I can still hurt you, baby” – Innocent Cassandra that think this scares you, it only made you look at her with more lovingly eyes.

“Awww, my grumpy vampy baby!” - You went to her and gave her loud kisses on the cheek and hugged her so tight that she squealed at it.

“I'm not a baby!!!” – She responds "mad" and tries to prove her point, which is, in fact, betting on a losing team.

“Still my baby!” – You give her the biggest kiss on the forehead and cuddle her like a small child, not missing her blushing cheeks and the bugs watching on the window.

Poor Cassie would have to deal with her sisters calling her a baby till the end of her life.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

LABYRINTH - gr63

pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your bother away, but if you wanted him back, you'd have to travel to the goblin king's castle and retrieve him. But maybe you don't go back, maybe the goblin king entices you, and you have to make a decision. warnings . . . literally a labyrinth!au because I watched the movie last night and I watch it consistently every summer, other than that, nothing else. notes . . . i don't remember where this idea came from, I just had the idea of it and decided to make it. also, this is only part 1!! be patient for any other parts. <3

━━━━━━━ YOU HELD YOUR crying younger brother; he was relentless as you pleaded with him to stop. Unbeknownst to you, after you had started your spiel about the goblin king taking him away, you were under watch. Goblins sat around the room in the cover of darkness as you finally laid Toby to rest.

"I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." You spat, flipping off the light and walking away into your room. You paused mere seconds later, silence filled the hall and your father and stepmother's room. Unusual.

The room was the same as before, Toby's crib sat in the middle of the carpet, close to your stepmother's side of the bed. Reaching into the crib whilst expecting the worst, your nightmare came true - Toby was missing.

Suddenly, a flash of lighting elicited an owl to bang against the window of the room you were in. Snarls and weird noises filled the silent air, it left you scared and spinning around in horror. Once the owl broke open the window, it became he.

"You're him, right? You're the Goblin King." Your eyes widened; he stood in all his glory before you. He was different than you expected, a slightly scrawnier man with light blue eyes and fluffy (albeit messy,) brown hair. He was gorgeous.

"I want my brother back, please." You pleaded with him once you regained your composure. Staring into his eyes was hard, seeing as he was more beautiful than you could've ever imagined.

"What's said is said." He had a British accent as he spoke, staring you down from where he stood on the windowsill of your father and stepmothers bay window.

"But I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes. Had George not been the Goblin King who was madly in love with you, after years of watching you, he would've taken pity and returned Toby. How was he supposed to convince you to be his Goblin Queen if you could leave with your brother and be okay with it?

"Oh, you didn't?" He grinned as you stood motionlessly. He was rather intimidating.

"Where is he?" You pleaded with him, trying to drag the answer from his gorgeous lips - why were you staring at his lips?

"You know that very well." He spoke effortlessly, as if he'd done this thousands of times before. He hadn't, but he had dreamt of this moment with you.

"Please, bring him back." A tear slipped from your eye, and George had fought everything in himself to reach forwards and wipe the tear from your face. He had a plan to conduct, making any mistake would be costly.

"Go back to your room, play with your toys and costumes. Forget about the baby." He stepped even slightly closer to you, but you hadn't noticed. Distraught raced over you, Toby could be in danger!

"I cannot." You sighed. It was a quiet understanding you had reached as he spoke; you needed your brother back and you needed him back now.

"I've brought you a gift." George grinned slightly, this was going well, and he knew that. It would lead to an ultimatum you would make in the end, but you didn't know that this was all nearly scripted. You were playing right into his trap.

"What is it?" You were interested, your eyes sparkling with some sort of wonder.

"It is a crystal, nothing more. But, if you turn it this way," he rolled it in his hands again and again, "and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is no gift for a girl who takes care of a screaming baby." he was still messing around with the crystal ball, moving it around in a near hypnotizing way.

"Do you want it?" He asked her, she sheepishly nodded, "Then forget the baby." He added. You, however, were stubborn. Toby was still your brother, and you still needed him back.

"I cannot." You sighed, "I do appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I want my brother back." your eyebrows furrowed instantly, thinking about what he might be going through. "He must be so scared." you worried aloud. George watched, a small grin formulating along his lips.

"Do not defy me, you are no match for me." He stepped forwards, but you stood your ground.

"But I must have my brother back." You felt another tear leave your eye. This time, George was close enough to wipe it off, an intimate gesture that left you flustered and weak in the knees. You shook off the feeling, scolding yourself instantly.

"He's there, in my castle. Do you still want to look for him?" George pointed through the window. The landscape changed instantly, switching from the rainy darkness that once was, to a barren wasteland esque area, filled with an intricate design of twists and turns - the labyrinth.

"Is that the castle beyond the Goblin City?" Your voice shook slightly as you stepped up to the platform, George was not far behind you.

"Turn back, dove." The small nickname sent an unwanted rush of butterflies through your stomach, and you kept your face forwards. "Turn back before it is too late." He added, acting as if he had not just called you an intimate name.

"I cannot. Do you not understand?" You felt like breaking down and sobbing. How selfish of you to say that, to say that and get Toby - oh, the poor baby! He must be horrified! - sent away to a place both of you were unfamiliar with.

"What a pity." George was grinning.

"It doesn't look that far." You noted, scanning the area before you.

"It's further than you think, and time is short. You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth before your baby brother becomes one of us forever." His voiced echoed out a "such a pity" before fading out into the distance.

"It doesn't look that hard, c'mon feet." And you were off on the worst mistake of your life, you should have stayed home and accepted defeat, you could've run away and changed everything about you, but you got yourself into this mess, which means you'll have to get yourself out.

━━━━━━━ NEXT PART! - MASTERLIST!

is this too niche I feel like no one really knows this movie anymore

rip David Bowie though </3

[coffehbeans]

Sinking Chips Chapter 1

Okay I'm done editing, new story aaaaaahh

This is the story written after the result of this poll! Thanks sm for voting and for your patience! It took a looong while aaaaah

These two characters are very dear to me. They're one of my oldest g/t ocs alongside Juhren and Sunflower, and I've even made art for them years ago. (funny how I said back then that I'd write about them soon and it took me SIX FREAKING YEARS)

Anyway, I'm very happy to finally share a snippet of their story! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Caytlin Brooke, a sophomore marine biologist student gets stranded in the middle of the sea, with no hopes of rescue. But a chance encounter challenges all she knew about marine life, and a bond is formed in the proccess.

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The whales’ singing blasted like trumpets in the cave, a sign that a new Heir was about to be announced. With King Freyr’s last breath on the day before, it was a matter of time until the Ocean declared a new protector for the North Atlantic.

Merfolk swam and gathered at the center of the plaza; a large outdoors space made of polished stone. Bioluminescent creatures illuminated their path in a spiral shape, and a large crowd formed as they cheered with clicks and whistles. In front of them laid a magnificent castle, bigger than the length of two blue whales, and with towering, pointy towers. It was made of the same dark blue stone material as the vast cave, and if it wasn’t for the glowing plankton and the blue gemstones decorating the walls in spiral patterns, the intricate carvings of the castle would merge with the walls of the cavern.

Inside the palace, Queen Haliae watched her tears float upwards, the pain of losing her King like a fresh wound in her heart. On each arm, she held a baby, non-identical twins that would never meet their father. One had pale blue skin, as light as the sand on the seabed at night, and dark turquoise hair that flowed like the ocean waves. His tail was a greyish shade of blue, mimicking the pattern of a blue whale, just like his mother’s. The baby cried as the light of the Ocean’s Oracle shone like a chandelier on the ceiling, a ball-shaped crystal filled with flowing, glowing water. It was too bright for the little mer’s small, fragile eyes. The other twin on Haliae’s arm had shorter, unrulier hair as light as the sand with a distinct turquoise undertone, and his skin was a darker shade of blue. His tail was a deep blue like his father’s, mimicking a humpback whale. Unlike his brother, this baby was transfixed by the glowing orb over his head, giggling every time light pulsated from it.

The mother swam up to that crystal with unwavering determination in her eyes, eliciting a prayer to the Ocean, which flowed as easy as a whale’s call. She finished it with a personal supplication, one she whispered so only Mother Ocean would hear.

“May whoever you choose be a beacon of guidance in this kingdom, much like their father were... And may the other find his footing as the New Heir’s shadow.”

As if answering her, the Ocean’s Oracle shone a light as bright as the sun, blinding the mother, her children, and all merfolk gathered inside the palace. The crowd waiting outside whistled and twirled, knowing that the time for a new Heir was soon to come.

When the light dimmed and the Queen opened her eyes, one of her kids was glowing.

It was not the giggling child, no, for Mother Ocean chose the crying, screaming child, who now sobbed louder while glowing a vivid blue. The teardrop-shaped necklace he wore filled with cerulean, fluorescent water, a sign that he was now the New Chosen Heir.

The mother smiled, melancholy shining in her features. So, this was the one that would carry her husband’s legacy. She kissed the unchosen child on the forehead, giving him to one of the servants so she could present the chosen child to the people.

The glow dimmed from her son as Queen Haliae swam towards the outskirts of the castle, and the crowd praised their Majesty with louder cheering. She raised her kid up high, swimming further above her kingdom, and the whistling of merfolk and sea creatures alike shook the foundations of their cave. She cradled her small son in her arms, who was looking at her with pure, round eyes, unaware of the reason for the commotion around him. It was customary for the royal merfolk of the North Atlantic to name their children after the Heir was chosen, and so she thought of a name much fitting for him:

“Your name will be Aegir Sonhavet.” She whispered to his tiny ears.

…

Warm temperature of 77 degrees Fahrenheit. A soft breeze by the sea, no sign of storm in sight. No prediction of wild waves today either.

Today, Caytlin would go cruising.

She shot up from her seat at yet another cell development class, huffing as she shoved things inside her bag before waving bye to her friends and hurrying outside. Pushing her strands of light brown, shoulder-length wavy hair aside and fixing the collar of her white and blue stripped shirt, Caytlin searched for her house’s keys in her jean shorts pockets. Her hand curled around a cute dolphin keychan and she sighed in relief. Putting her keys away safely in her pocket, Caytlin walked out of the university with wide steps.

She walked, no, dashed away from the building, saying hello here and there to the people she knew in her hurried way, until arriving at the bus stop. She recovered her breath as she waited anxiously, pacing left and right, and celebrated when her bus finally arrived.

A few minutes later and Caytlin was close to her home by the harbor. She walked on the sidewalk, glancing to the calming sea to her right, the view of its gentle waves and its deep blue color filling her excitable heart with absolute joy. There it was, in the distance, anchored by the harbor: her, oops- their, well-kept cabin cruiser.

‘Dad is definitely not home today. Soo, I will definitely come back before he arrives!’ She thought, a mischievous smile on her face.

Caytlin checked the inside of her house, which was on the way to the port, to confirm her suspicions. Yep, he wasn’t home. The winds were sure favorable today.

Passing by her house to pick some lost supplies, which she piled on her arms with hurry, Caytlin strode towards the awaiting ship she and her father had for over ten years already. He had taught her everything about the ocean, from how to maneuver the cruiser to curious facts about sea animals, all of which cultivated her deep passion for marine life to begin with.

Loading the ship with supplies, Caytlin boarded it and steered out of the port, giggling with excitement.

And off she went, towards the open sea.

…

It’s jammed.

The engine is jammed.

Caytlin pushed the lever again. Nothing. She tried kicking the engine. No results. She tried opening it with a screwdriver and seeing the inside, and her body ran cold.

The wires were burnt. Completely burnt.

And she had forgotten to bring the reserve components.

“W-well, it was an old boat, after all…”

Caytlin’s heart hammered full swing. She’s in the middle of nowhere, for she cruised too far away from shore, way ahead of the safety margin she and her father had stablished. There’s no land in sight, no signal on her phone and no way of returning back safely.

“I-it’s fine! I-I’ll find a way. Dad will notice I went to the sea. Yeah.”— She said in-between panting breaths.

She’d be rescued safely, that’s it. She’ll just have to wait out in her pretty little ship until help arrives.

That is, if the ship doesn’t topple over or break down when that huge, dark cloud in the sky reaches her.

Caytlin gasped and dashed outside of the cabin to look at the storm that was nearing her location. She gripped the railing tightly.

“No way! The weather forecast said there was no rain today!”

‘But the weather isn’t always predictable’, her father had said once.

Caytlin groaned and clutched at her hair, sucking in a breath. She had to find a way out. She had to.

‘The radio! Maybe the radio would work!’ She ran back inside the cabin and pressed a number she memorized all too well – her father’s.

“No signal. Why there’s no signal?!” – Caytlin flailed her free hand while bouncing on her feet and begging under her breath, as the phone ringed in her ear. – “Please work please work please work plea – “

A heavy slamming of something against the bottom of the ship sent Caytlin flying to the ground with a scream.

“AAH! What was that?! —”

The perturbation made the ship swing side to side, as the ocean waves rolled under it. Caytlin got up, clutching her head, and left the cabin, looking for the source of the sound.

What she saw underneath sent shivers down her spine.

There was a huge shadow under the water. Bigger than two to three times her cabin cruiser, and it was moving.

Despite being knowledgeable of marine life, Caytlin’s heart still hammered against her chest.

“Must be a curious whale. Yeah! Just a whale… But…”

Realization set deep within her, heartbeat rocking inside her ribcage.

“But whale season hasn’t arrived yet –”

The shadow hit the ship in the bottom and Caytlin fell with a shriek. Supporting herself on her hands and knees, she turned around, out of breath as she feared the ship toppling over and making her fall into the cold depths below.

Just as she was reaching for the railing, a shadow covered her frame.

Caytlin hugged the metal bar and closed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the splash of a humpback whale but, nothing came.

Instead, all she heard was breathing, like the creature was right by the crook of her neck.

With wheezing breaths, Caytlin clutched the railing with clammy hands. A huge droplet of water fell to her right, hot, humid air blew on her back, making the hairs on her skin turn up to their end.

She turned around.

The visage confused her. Something light blue covered her field of vision everywhere, but it moved, no, it contracted like muscle tissue. Adorning it were dots of bright blue and teal-colored spots, trailing up the fleshy surface and towards a –

A face. There was a billboard-sized face right over her. White, round eyes covered her field of vision, the cerulean blue irises staring down at her. Its unnaturally grey pupils alone must be bigger than a basketball, massive eyelids covered them. A blink.

Caytlin screamed from the top of her lungs and tried to get up, only to slip and fall hard against the floor. A clicking sound reverberated above her and the ship swung under the creature’s blunt force. She scrambled back with wide eyes until she hit something soft and wet and – Oh gosh, it was the creature’s hand, a gigantic hand brushed against her back, claws longer than her head hovering above her.

Caytlin screamed until her throat went hoarse and the creature backed away, rocking her ship with it. She skidded over the slippery surface until she managed to stabilize long enough to sit still and stare at whatever was staring back at her, a few feet away.

The creature was more distant than before, but very much there and not going anywhere. Only when her screams subsided did Caytlin manage to try and process what the hell was going on with panting breaths.

The ocean got eerily silent, the only sound being the ripples on the sea, the huge creature’s breathing, and Caytlin gasping for air. She attempted to calm her racing heartbeat with deep breaths, one after the other, to process whatever was it that was floating right in front of her, glancing at her small frame with widened eyes.

Directly in front of her field of vision, there was a human-looking chest wider than her boat’s length. Three slits laid on top of its torso on each side, which looked like gills, as they opened and closed under the water. She looked up, and up, at something that resembled very much a male chest, blue in color, with those same splotches of bright blue adorning its – his, vast shoulders and —

That face again. Human-looking, too human and not human at the same time, with almond eyes, no visible crease on its eyelids, blue irises and translucent pupils. There were two thin lines over the eyes in the shape of eyebrows. A flat nose that resembled nothing that could be found in a human, as its nostrils opened and closed like the blowhole of a whale. The spots on his face were like freckles, a darker shade of blue than the blotches on his shoulder.

Despite the foreign appearance, he looked… Beautiful, Caytlin exhaled, lost in wonder. Wavy hair flowed from his head like waterfalls, a dark teal color with light blue tips, which curled at its ends just like waves that crashed on the beach. On one of his pointy ears, which tapered on their ends like a fin, adorned three purple jewels, made of a crystal she couldn't recognize. Around his neck there was a glowing, teardrop-shaped necklace with purple beads, while one arm had a silver-colored arm ring. His arms had dark blue spots and stripes scattered in a random fashion, and Caytlin wondered if they were natural markings or painted on.

He looked like a mermaid out of a fairytale. Except the 80-something-feet in height.

“I-I… Am I dreaming?” – Caytlin whispered.

The creature chirped in return in what sounded like a very loud whale call over the water, way louder than any whale she has heard. Caytlin yelped and covered her ears.

The creature sank itself lower in the water, sending ripples through the ocean, but not taking its huge eyes off her.

Such a creature shouldn’t exist. She must be hallucinating. Yup. That must be it. And yet, why did it look so real? Caytlin looked up at him with widened eyes.

“Y-you’re not gonna eat me, are you?”

She only received a confused noise in return. The creature didn’t open its mouth, yet the sound coming from its throat was just as loud as if it was from a speaker. It must be its way of communication, similar to that of whales and dolphins. That was…

Fascinating.

With buckling knees, Caytlin got up, maintaining eye contact with the creature while clutching the nearby railing with all her might. The merman stayed on its place, observing Caytlin with what she guessed was mighty curiosity. The expressions looked so human… It was like she could see what it – he – was thinking. He widened his eyes as he watched Caytlin get up, sucking in a breath and closing the gills on the side of his neck.

“H-huh, looks like you aren’t going to eat me. Phew.” She sighed and gave the creature a crooked smile.

The creature, however, looked down at her with a confused, but curious expression.

And then it got closer.

“Oh gosh, no no no –! “

He raised himself more above water, waves crashing as he loomed over her with a long shadow and – yep, definitely bigger than 80 feet – Caytlin made a note inside her head. She had swum next to blue whales before and what was before her was certainly bigger than a blue whale, so pretty much over 100 feet tall. When the creature noticed she was shaking and backing away, it raised its eyebrows and sank a little to the ocean, with only its face at view.

It came closer to her, anyway.

Caytlin gasped and sealed her eyes shut when the merperson got so close she could feel his breath – and oh, he was carnivorous alright – her heart racing as she gritted her teeth, pressing herself so hard against the wall outside the cabin she thought she would merge with it. It seemed to be observing her, looking her up and down with a curious expression, moving closer and leaning his large hand over the boat, which was on the verge of capsizing as the metal groaned under the heavy weight.

His eyes observed her just like she has seen whales do before. Was this creature intelligent? Was it a fish? A mammal? Caytlin had so many questions…

She slowly got up again, not taking her eyes off the creature, and sighed shakily, calming her accelerated heart.

If she wasn’t hallucinating right now, this was the greatest discovery human kind had ever seen. And she was its first witness!

Caytlin took one step closer towards the merperson – ‘Yeah, I’m really going crazy’ –she thought, raising her hand with a nervous expression. She knew she had to be calm but, it was so difficult! His face rose far above her and she had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath and closing her own eyes to disperse her fear, Caytlin reached out with a trembling hand, little by little until –

A gasp echoed from above her and she opened her eyes.

She had touched the creature’s nose and he looked at her tiny hand with widened eyes. Caytlin raised her eyebrows. For that moment, time had stopped, her green eyes lost in his. It felt so…So out of this world. She smiled, noticing how both were so curious about each other.

And soon the creature acted the same way.

Caytlin yelped when a wet appendage – the mer’s finger, she realized – caressed her arm up and down as it peered at her with those glossy, cerulean eyes. A sigh ruffled Caytlin’s hair, and she gulped down her nervousness as the creature touched her arm, claws grazing her, heartbeat rocking loudly in her chest.

Satisfied, the creature backed away from her and started lowering his head back to the ocean, with a frown on his gigantic face. ‘Was he sad…?’

When the creature sunk his face completely, Caytlin realized with sinking dread that it was leaving her alone.

“Wait!” she shouted, reaching out towards the ocean.

The merperson raised his torso up again, surprising Caytlin as she fell on her back towards the floor with a yelp. ‘Ow, I really have to stop falling down.’ – she thought. He sunk his body again, whistling and clicking with an apologetic expression, and left only his eyes visible. Caytlin got up and sighed in relief when the merman returned. An impulsive idea lightened up in her head: She could ask for the merman’s help!

But… How would she do this?

“I’m, um, you see, I need help!” – she said, waving her hands around. The merman only tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh, u-um, how am I going to do this…” – Caytlin looked down pensively until an idea popped up, and pointed to the vast horizon behind her with her hand.

“Um, shore, land! I need to get back there! See?”

She made a motion of sea waves with one arm, while cupping her other hand over it, mimicking the vague shape of a boat.

“Boat, um, crashed!”

She ran to her cabin, which made the merman raise his head above water, and tried to turn the engine back on, which failed with loud noises.

“S-see? It’s not working! And, and –” Caytlin ran back to the railing, where the creature looked down at her with a puzzled expression.

“So I need help! Got it?” she gave him a tentative smile. The merman’s frown got deeper.

Yeah, he didn’t seem to have understood a thing. Caytlin groaned and sat on the floor, holding her face with both hands.

“This won’t work…”

And just as she lowered her head, loud splashes sounded all around her. The merman was probably going back to the ocean. It was better this way. Help would arrive soon, anyway.

But when Caytlin kept hearing the sounds, she opened her eyes and looked around. What resembled a blue whale’s tail appeared in her field of vision, splashing gently around her. The creature was swimming around her boat, looking it over. As if analyzing it. Her eyes widened in wonder. Yeah, there was no way he didn’t have similar human levels of intelligence. His behavioral patterns were unlike any other animal she has seen. The merman swam back to be in front of Caytlin, with his eyes lit up, as if he had understood something. He covered her once again with his shadow, looked down at her and nodded.

That was the only warning Caytlin got.

The creature’s heavy hand collided against the bottom of her boat with a loud thump, sending her sliding backwards with a yell until she hit the wall of her cabin again. The boat moved towards the direction Caytlin had pointed before in her previous attempts to communicate. She got up on shaky knees, supporting herself until she entered the cabin, and looked straight ahead, widening her eyes in realization.

The creature was moving the boat back to shore. It was helping her. It had understood what she meant!

Caytlin giggled, leaning over the front window with a gleeful expression on her face. The boat glided quickly on the ocean with the help of the merman’s hand, and from the distance, loud splashes resounded from the powerful flaps of the creature’s tail. Caytlin walked out of the cabin and looked up to the merman, who blinked down at her.

“It’s working!” she raised her hands in triumph.

And then, just when Caytlin thought she could not be more surprised, the creature glanced back at her, and the corners of his lips tilted up.

He smiled.

Her jaw went slack. She could not believe this. This mermaid-like creature, despite his gigantic and intimidating size, not only was intelligent enough that they managed to communicate somehow, but was also helping her get to shore. Not to mention his many human-like mannerisms. She was so… So mesmerized. She gazed at his focused face.

‘I need to know more about him.’

But the rocking of the boat followed by a complete stop made her leave her blissful moment. The merman had stopped swimming, so Caytlin turned around, realizing why. She could see the shore in the distance, close enough so she could be seen and rescued, but far enough so that the creature could slip back into the ocean unnoticed. She looked back up at him, who answered with a sympathetic frown, as if to say “That’s as far as I’ll go.” Caytlin looked down.

“Right, guess this is it, huh?”

She approached his face once again, capturing every single detail in it, hoping to write it all down on her journal later that day. Caytlin reached out a hand for him, who complied, leaning his face against it, as she felt the wet and smooth texture of his skin.

“Thank you… I just hope I can see you again.”

Caytlin looked up, and backed away, leaving space for the creature to dive deep into the ocean again. It lingered by her company for a few moments, as if to also capture her every detail, and with a nod, he dived back into the ocean.

…

The rescue team didn’t take long to find her, even in the pouring rain of the heavy storm. When she stepped safely onto the beach, soaked from head to toe, her dad Charles hugged her tightly, scolding her right after. He was mad, but that was understandable. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, but she sure acted recklessly like one. Caytlin took her dad’s sermon with a saddened but understanding expression, nodding at everything he said, even if her mind drifted somewhere else, back to that encounter by the sea.

Later at night she wrote everything down, from the moment the engine got jammed to the time the merman swam away, as well as observations regarding the creature’s fascinating behavior and appearance, all in precise detail.

Caytlin plopped into her bed, looking at the ceiling with longing and determination.

‘I’ll definitely find you again.’

…

Looking up at the vast stone ceiling of his room. Aegir’s mind drifted back to that excitable, fearful yet curious human face. He remembered the way her tiny hand touched the tip of his nose, how her dry skin brushed against his fingertip.

Humans were, fascinating. She was fascinating.

‘I want to see her again.’

Aegir raised his body up, and secretly swam out of his room towards the dark of the night ocean. He left the cavern, where his kingdom resided in, with a silent whoosh of his tail, swimming up to the surface. Taking in the moonlight, Aegir closed his eyes, opening his nostrils to breathe in the fresh air, and leaning on his back over the ocean’s surface, letting the relaxing currents drift him away.

Dread sank heavy in his mind.

He had just made a grave, grave mistake.

And he did not want to go back on it.

Aegir looked at the moonlight, lost in the recollection of that human’s face, yearning to find her again.

‘Mother Ocean, what am I going to do now?’

[absol-and-wolfy]

Hi, this is my gift for the lovely person @nerdygirl2023 about the Ithaca family, I added a couple more characters and changed some things because I’m still new to this fandom and Greek mythology. Also may not be accurate to the real thing, but I wanted to do something different. I hope that you enjoy this. Also, this was a bit rushed, I'm sorry. And happy holidays also.

Summary: Just how it all started before he went to war.

A long time ago, Queen Anticlea and King Laertes were on the Island of Ithaca. He waited outside the room for his wife to give birth to his future child. Lady Anticlea was delivering the baby for a while, but some time passed. Lord Laertes heard a baby crying in the room, so he went in to see his wife. A maid was holding his child, so he walked to the maid to see his child.

Laertes: How are you feeling dear?

(The maid gave the baby to Lady Anticlea, then she grabbed the baby, then the maid bowed and then left the room.)

Anticlea: Meet our new son, dear.

Laertes: Let's name him Odysseus. He's going to be the next kind of Ithaca.

(Anticlea smiled at her husband. Then both look at their child wrapped in a cloth and sleep peacefully.)

[Around 8 years passed, Odysseus was exploring the castle wondering what to do, then he bumped into his father.]

Odysseus: Father, I apologize for bumping into you.

[Laertes smiled and kneeled to his son's level.]

Laertes: Is it alright, son? No harm was done? Why are you here and not studying like your mother told you?

Odysseus: I was bored. Besides, I wanted to explore the castle even more.

Laertes: I see now. Well then, son, be by guess. There's a lovely forest that you can explore. Come before sundown, or the monsters will get you.

[Laertest started to growled and began to tickle his son. Odysseus started to laugh. In less than a second, Laertest stopped.]

Odysseus: I thought there was a monster on our island, Father. Besides, we have a fantastic warrior to defend us from any harm.

Laertes: I won't always be there to defend us, Odysseus. But you the next air of Ithaca. Now go explore the forest.

[With that, Odysseus hugged his father and left to explore the nearby forest. Then, he grabbed a long stick, presenting it as a sword. Swing it around.]

Odysseus: My name is Odysseus, the next air of Ithaca; you should fear me.

[Then he heard a branch snap; he turned around to see a Little Owl on a branch.]

Odysseus: Hello, little guy.

Owl: Hoot.

Odysseus: Well then no moster. That’s nice. 

[The owl looked at the boy with a curious look, and then flew away. Odysseus smiled at the owl flying away.]

Odysseus: Now, let’s see what this forest has to offer.

[Odysseus started to walk around to see what he could find. He was walking a river when something caught his eye. Somewhat decent-sized crystal on the river, he walked to it and grabbed it. To gift to his mother. Then he headed back to the castle before nighttime. When he entered the castle he saw his mother furious.]

Odysseus: Mother……ugh….what a pleasant evening isn’t?

[Anticlea walked to her son and touched his cheek.]

Anticlea: Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you. Are you hurt? Hungry?

Odysseus: I’m alright mother.

Anticlea: Thank the Gods. 

[Not even a second. She pulled his ear.]

Anticlea: This for not telling where have you been.

Odysseus: Sorry Mother, I was just exploring the nearby forest. I thought Father told you?

Anticlea: No he didn’t. I think he left to attend something important. 

[Anticlea stopped pulling his ear and just hugged him.]

Anticlea: I was worried about you. I want you to forgive me for overreacting.

[Odysseus hugging back his mother]

Odysseus: Is alright Mother, I forgive you. I also apologize for not telling you where I was going.

[With that they both stop hugging each other and walk to the throne room to see the King of Ithaca sitting there while listening to one of his servants reporting about how the island is doing and much more. King Laertes noticed his wife and son entering the room, and so did the servant, he bowed down to let know the king he was leaving so the king let him after that it was just the king, the queen, the prince, and some 20 soldiers in there.]

Laertes: What brings you here? Dear.

Anticlea: Can’t know I see the King of Ithaca. 

[Anticlea was saying this with a happy little tone but she got serious.]

Anticlea: But seriously why did you let me know that our son was ou the woods?

Laertes: Gamoto.

Anticlea: Don’t use that language in front of our son. Odysseus, can you leave the room? So I can talk to your father. 

[Odysseus nodded and left and headed to his room, walked to the balcony, and saw the same owl that he saw in the woods there on the ledge waiting for him.]

Odysseus: We meet again little owl. 

Owl: Hoot.

Odysseus: Well then there are no mice here. Just me. 

[The owl got closer to Odysseus, and then Odysseus just petted the owl. 2 years passed Odysseus was now 10, training to be like his Father. Odysseus was wandering off the same forest that he was 8 years old. But noticed a ground of so warriors trying to kill a giant board but the the board was attracting them, then

Hi, this is my gift for the lovely person @nerdygirl2023 about the Ithaca family, I added a couple more characters and changed some things because I’m still new to this fandom and Greek mythology. Also may not be accurate to the real thing, but I wanted to do something different. I hope that you enjoy this. 

A long time ago, Queen Anticlea and King Laertes were on the Island of Ithaca. He waited outside the room for his wife to give birth to his future child. Lady Anticlea was delivering the baby for a while, but some time passed. Lord Laertes heard a baby crying in the room, so he went in to see his wife. A maid was holding his child, so he walked to the maid to see his child.

Laertes: How are you feeling dear?

(The maid gave the baby to Lady Anticlea, then she grabbed the baby, then the maid bowed and then left the room.)

Anticlea: Meet our new son, dear.

Laertes: Let's name him Odysseus. He's going to be the next kind of Ithaca.

(Anticlea smiled at her husband. Then both look at their child wrapped in a cloth and sleep peacefully.)

[Around 8 years passed, Odysseus was exploring the castle wondering what to do, then he bumped into his father.]

Odysseus: Father, I apologize for bumping into you.

[Laertes smiled and kneeled to his son's level.]

Laertes: Is it alright, son? No harm was done? Why are you here and not studying like your mother told you?

Odysseus: I was bored. Besides, I wanted to explore the castle even more.

Laertes: I see now. Well then, son, be by guess. There's a lovely forest that you can explore. Come before sundown, or the monsters will get you.

[Laertest started to growled and began to tickle his son. Odysseus started to laugh. In less than a second, Laertest stopped.]

Odysseus: I thought there was a monster on our island, Father. Besides, we have a fantastic warrior to defend us from any harm.

Laertes: I won't always be there to defend us, Odysseus. But you the next air of Ithaca. Now go explore the forest.

[With that, Odysseus hugged his father and left to explore the nearby forest. Then, he grabbed a long stick, presenting it as a sword. Swing it around.]

Odysseus: My name is Odysseus, the next air of Ithaca; you should fear me.

[Then he heard a branch snap; he turned around to see a Little Owl on a branch.]

Odysseus: Hello, little guy.

Owl: Hoot.

Odysseus: Well then no moster. That’s nice. 

[The owl looked at the boy with a curious look, and then flew away. Odysseus smiled at the owl flying away.]

Odysseus: Now, let’s see what this forest has to offer.

[Odysseus started to walk around to see what he could find. He was walking a river when something caught his eye. Somewhat decent-sized crystal on the river, he walked to it and grabbed it. To gift to his mother. Then he headed back to the castle before nighttime. When he entered the castle he saw his mother furious.]

Odysseus: Mother……ugh….what a pleasant evening isn’t?

[Anticlea walked to her son and touched his cheek.]

Anticlea: Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you. Are you hurt? Hungry?

Odysseus: I’m alright mother.

Anticlea: Thank the Gods. 

[Not even a second. She pulled his ear.]

Anticlea: This for not telling where have you been.

Odysseus: Sorry Mother, I was just exploring the nearby forest. I thought Father told you?

Anticlea: No he didn’t. I think he left to attend something important. 

[Anticlea stopped pulling his ear and just hugged him.]

Anticlea: I was worried about you. I want you to forgive me for overreacting.

[Odysseus hugging back his mother]

Odysseus: Is alright Mother, I forgive you. I also apologize for not telling you where I was going.

[With that they both stop hugging each other and walk to the throne room to see the King of Ithaca sitting there while listening to one of his servants reporting about how the island is doing and much more. King Laertes noticed his wife and son entering the room, and so did the servant, he bowed down to let know the king he was leaving so the king let him after that it was just the king, the queen, the prince, and some 20 warriors in there.]

Laertes: What brings you here? Dear.

Anticlea: Can’t know I see the King of Ithaca. 

[Anticlea was saying this with a happy little tone but she got serious.]

Anticlea: But seriously why did you let me know that our son was ou the woods?

Laertes: Gamoto.

Anticlea: Don’t use that language in front of our son. Odysseus, can you leave the room? So I can talk to your father. 

[Odysseus nodded and left and headed to his room, walked to the balcony, and saw the same owl that he saw in the woods there on the ledge waiting for him.]

Odysseus: We meet again little owl. 

Owl: Hoot.

Odysseus: Well then there are no mice here. Just me. 

[The owl got closer to Odysseus, and then Odysseus just petted the owl. 2 years passed Odysseus was now 10, training to be like his Father. Odysseus was wandering off the same forest that he was 8 years old. But noticed a ground of poachers trying to kill a giant board that was attacking them. Then Odysseus noticed that open wound in the stomach of the board. Odysseus ran towards the warriors and board. The board noticed Odysseus and followed him. Odysseus led the board into a pond, and he climbed a big rock to see that the board would attract him. The board was ready to charge and started to run at Odysseus, the board jumped at Odysseus. But Odysseus slashed the stomach of the board killing it. Odysseus Looked at the board's lifeless body, blood was gushing out. He jumped off the rook and sensed something off.]

Odysseus: Show yourself. I know you're watching me. Show yourself. I can see you.

[He turned to see the board and noticed someone was next to the dead board.

???: How could you see throw my spell?

Odysseus: Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff! Hahaha.

???: Well done you lie to me. What's your name?

Odysseus: You first, then maybe I'll do the same.

???: Nice try. But two can play this game.

Odysseus: Nah, don't be modest. I knew you were a Goddess. So let's be honest, your ATHENAA. Badass in the arena. Unmatched, witty, and Queen of The best strategies we've seen.

[Athena smiled a little.]

Athena: Well then if you need a mentor, I'll make sure your time is well spent.

[Odysseus smiled and then Athena started to walk away. Odysseus noticed this. For some reason, he turned back to see the board but it was gone. He thought was this a test from the God of Wisdom? But then he followed her.]

Odysseus: So, Lady Athena. Was this a test?

Athena: What gave you that Idea?

[Both of them walked to the palace, Odysseus was confused, he turned to see Athena but she was gone and just an owl on a tree branch. He smiled just realized that the owl was her the whole time and walked to see his Father and Mother. But noticed that they weren't anywhere. Neither did any servants weren't around. Odysseus Walked around and noticed a light in a room and he entered and there was his Mother and Father and at least 3 female servants.]

Odysseus: Mother was going on?

Laertes: Odysseus, what are you doing here?

Odysseus: I was trying to find you two but no you're here?

Laertes: I will tell you later, right now. Let's leave the room.

[Both of them King Laertes look at his son.]

Odysseus: Father what's going on?

Laertes: Well son. You're going to be an older brother Ody.

Odysseus: Wait what.

[One of the servants walked to the king and whispered something in his ear. Then she left inside the room again. Laertes look at this son again.]

Laertes: Let's go inside son.

[Both of them enter the room and Anticlea is holding a baby girl in her arms. Both of them walked to her.]

Anticlea: Ody meet your new sister. Ctimene.

[Odysseus is happy that he is an older sibling. He promised himself that he would protect her younger sister from any danger. 15 years have passed, Odysseus is now 25 years old, and his sister is 15. Now Odysseus is King of Ithaca. Both were walking around the kingdom and Ctimene noticed a small puppy near a building.]

Ctimene Brother look. A dog.

[Odysseus looked at the dog and he fell in love with it.]

Odysseus: Argos. That's his name.

Ctimene: Alright brother. I wonder who left him here? Oh right, are you meeting your future wife aren't you?

Odysseus: Yes, I need to thank Helen for this. Well then I'll leave you. Take Argos with you.

[Ctimene nodded and she picked up Argos and left Odysseus. Odysseus looked at his sister leaving then he walked to an olive tree near his palace. Then saw a beautiful woman waiting for him.]

Odysseus: Hello, you must be my soon-to-be wife. Right?

???: Yes. My name is Penelope. It's a pleasure to meet you King of Ithaca.

Odysseus: Please call me Odysseus. Lady Penelope.

[After that introduction. Some time passed Odysseus was introducing Eurylochus to his sister. Both Odysseus and Penelope got married and so did Eurylochus and Ctimene later. After that Penelope got pregnant and gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Odysseus named him Telemachus. But sadly both Odysseus and Eurylochus need to go to war. They were in the docks to set off. Penelopy was holding Telemachus in her arms and his mother and Argos was there also to say his goodbye.]

Penelopy: Are you sure you need to go?

Anticlea: Penelopy don't worry he is the King of Ithaca, he is strong.

[Argos was wagging his tail to show his happiness.]

Odysseus: Yes. But don't worry. We'll be safe. I'll be back soon.

Ctimene: You can stay. You don't need to go.

Eurylochus: Dear. I need to. I'm the second command of the army. Like Ody said we'll return when the war is over.

[Odysseus kissed Penelopy and then his son. Eurylochus kissed his wife also. But Ctimene hugged his brother and his mother did the same fearing what would happen to them. Both of them walked to the ships and started to move leaving. Anticlea, Ctimene, Penelopy and Argos wave their goodbyes to their husbands/son/son-in-law and Argos was barking.]

[kaidacresto]

Sooooooo i maaay have some thoughts rolling through my head (kicks feet twirls hair bats eyelashes)

THEY DONE ROCKED THAT BABY💪💪💪💪

I recently binged all of Shirecorn’s mlp skyscraper au stuff and fell head first into the mlp hyperfixation once more. I meant to actually make this all simple and less reworking and more Stylized for an au, but as you can see that didn’t turn outttttt (sorry beloved friend). BUT NONTHELESS I’m doing my own Mlp Redesign au!! I’ll be posting about it as I get it down >:]

Anywayyyy INFO TIMMEEEEEEE!!!!! ill only explain flurry hearts specific situation, but later ill talk about why she looks all weird dw :]

Blah blah blah flurry heart exists and destorys the Crystal Heart (this actually causes her horn to be shattered in a similar manner (her horns ok dw)), throughout the whole situation she would NOT stop crying, very upset. But during the Crystalling/fixing the heart she finally calmed down, butttt got super attached to the heart. Literally. Would not let go little guy was glued to the thing. Shockingly though, her cutiemark appeared! Everypony was shocked and confused at first, but soon realized the gravity of the situation once Flurry heart became completely unresponsive.

This hasnt happened yet, but as the years go on she slowly becomes more and more infused with thr heart, until she becomes it herself, being the a protector and guardian of the heart and the people of the kingdom! Which is what the second image depicts. Also the castle may have to make some renovations, or move the hearts location, shes gonna get big

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Do not re-upload, sell, or trace my art without my permission. You can use it as reference but you gotta credit me

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Random idea but imagine Camilla “accidentally” turned the farmer into a toddler. How would she react? more importantly, how would the Castle Village NPCs wod react???

Yeah, well... Even the greatest wizards and witches make mistakes, and today was the day the spirits didn't favor Camilla too much. Not that she's worried about the consequences, not really. After all, she's a very talented witch, and accidentally turning a young farmer into a toddler isn't something unfixable for her. It's just that the fact that Camilla didn't have time to hide the consequences of her failure in front of her colleagues (after all, it all happened in Magnus' tower) made the whole situation a bit more complicated, and they all started to panic and worry (quite a natural reaction). And Camilla had to listen to all the scolding from everyone before her colleagues would finally calm down and let her fix the situation in peace.

Naturally, Magnus was the first witness to the whole event. At first he didn't realize why there was some random kid sitting on the floor, who looked to be about three years old. However, when the old wizard discerns and recognizes the very similar features of the baby and sees Camilla's slightly nervous smile, a realization comes quickly. "What do you mean 'accidentally' turned them into a toddler?!" Camilla had to admit, she had never seen her coworker so angry before. Apparently, today really wasn't her day. However, Magnus' tirade immediately subsides if the loud swearing makes the little Farmer cry. So all he has to do is calm down and listen to Camilla's solution to the situation.

You can tell by the tired look on Jadu's face that he's definitely not getting paid enough for all this crap. Their meeting in the Stardew Valley is going to be a long one again, and the return to Castle Village will not be a quick one... again. The Farmer crying in the background, along with Magnus cursing, made an unbearable noise that added to Jadu's headache. It's not that he doesn't care about Farmer, he knows Camilla will quickly remedy the situation. Considering the head witch has done far stranger things, the accidental transformation story is like another Tuesday for Jadu. But at least he'll try to calm the Farmer down so they'll stop crying.

Unfortunately, the young wizard's attempts to calm the little Farmer were unsuccessful, so Jadu thought of nothing better than to hand Farmer to Isaac. The scarred adventurer was instantly freaked out, so much so that he didn't even argue with Jadu, and now he was holding the child in his arms and didn't know what to do. As if holding a fragile crystal vase, a confused Isaac glared at his other coworkers with a mute plea for help. How to hold them? Why are they still crying? Maybe they're hungry? Damn it, Jadu take the Farmer back! He's not a babysitter! What do you think he's supposed to do?

Taking pity on her coworker, Alesia gently took the baby from Isaac's arms, hearing him quietly thanking her for her help. The sniper smiled softly at them and began to gently rock the little Farmer in an effort to calm them down. And it worked. No one was quite sure if Alesia was experienced in taking care of kids or if it was her maternal instinct, but she did a great job and now Farmer had stopped crying and was only looking curiously at the people around them. She, by the way, was the one who had shushed Magnus when the purple-haired wizard wanted to start berating Camilla again. No one wanted to make Alesia angry, so everyone started talking quietly, which made Camilla smile.

While Magnus and Camilla were discussing more or less calmly about the solution to their problem, both of them didn't immediately notice that instead of crying, the tower was now filled with loud child's laughter. Lance could be thanked for that, as he decided to also help Alesia by showing the curious toddler a couple of magic spells. Lance had used such tricks to calm children many times before, and it worked every time. The gallant adventurer and the sniper smiled warmly at the happy little Farmer, and Jadu and Isaac were grateful for pink haired coworker, for laughter was much more pleasant to the ear than passing cries and screams.

[object-vault-9]

Ooh what songs were you thinking about using for the animation memes? (Sorry if this is invasive or anything, I just think you have good music taste and am lowkey looking for inspo myself lol)

Don't worry I always love talking about memes and music and all that stuff ! Some of the ones I have ideas for are: Again & Again (the animation with the song by the bird and the bee ) is one I want to do with Shovel Maybe Cupid Won't Miss (Sarah by Tyler, The Creator) for Spade Backstabber (by Ke$ha) with Triangle/To-Go and the vault especially depending on how things go from here And What is Logical (Song Cry Babies by Crystal Castles) with Worm

And maybe There I am. There I am again (song by thehumantoilet5778 and TurbonicFlaws) with Vault 13 and the parasite but that might be more a short pmv

[solaneceae]

【 𝙿 𝚁 𝙾 𝙹 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 : 𝙳 𝚄 𝙲 𝙺 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 】 | a QSMP Baghera playlist 🐤

a narrative playlist retracing her story, from her humble origins to Purgatory.

cover art by @Rion_Riots on twitter

⤵️ tracklist under the cut ⤵️

CHAPTER 1: lab rat

a duckling opens her eyes to white tiles and syringes.

Bumblebees are Out - Jack Stauber

A Bird in a Gilded Cage - Alex Niedt

Body - Mother Mother

rises the moon - liana flores

CHAPTER 2: Duckling and Bluebird

a bond is formed between two birds of a feather.

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Innocence - Madeon

CHAPTER 3: escape!

this little duckling has had enough.

Escapism - Rebecca Sugar

THE KID WHO KEPT RUNNING - Vylet Pony

Shelter - Porter Robinson

We'll Meet Again - The Ink Spots

CHAPTER 4: drifting away

the ocean waves are tall and scary, but she presses on.

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead

Ship in a Bottle - fin

Shackleton - Adam Young

soundscape diary - vylet pony

CHAPTER 5: a new life of music and dirt fountains

she finds new friends. and slowly, she forgets.

Youth - Daughter

Tout Oublier - Angèle

La veriter - KronoMuzik

I Say - Zerator & BagheraJones

CHAPTER 6: [[We Hope You Enjoy The Island :) ]]

you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?)

Fallen Down - Toby Fox

Amnesia was Her Name - Lemon Demon

HEAVEN SAYS. - chart

Clocks - Alex Niedt

CHAPTER 7: binary green and white bears

federation? codes? where am i?

Your Best Friend - Toby Fox

Beware The Friendly Stranger - Boards of Canada

01001010 01000001 01001101 - Red Skies Project

Untrust Us - Crystal Castles

CHAPTER 8: cherished egg

the island has granted me the gift of motherhood.

Daughter - Sleeping at Last

I'm a Survivor - Reba McEntire

Apple Pies and Butterflies - Blue Wednesday

Little Moth - chloe moriondo

CHAPTER 9: petit frère

APLUPLUUUUUU

Anything You Can Do - Bernadette Peters, Tom Wopat

Amor de irmão - Barão Vermelho

Brother - Kodaline

For Forever - Ben Platt

CHAPTER 10: can I call you Bébou?

(gifting furniture is his love language.)

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend - Powerwolf

It's Alright - Mother Mother

Chateau - Angus & Julia Stone

CHAPTER 11: ordo theoritas

call her apollo, because her theories ALWAYS turn out correct.

Cry Babies - cclorox

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

CHAPTER 12: don't you want to become a leader?

the election arc.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A - Toby Fox

Blood // Water - grandson (first death: whale)

14.3 Billion Years - Outer Wilds (second death: the tower)

Brutus - The Buttress

Animal Farm - BIBI

CHAPTER 13: There is no escape this time.

a childhood bedroom hidden beneath engine steam.

Everything Stays - Rebecca Sugar

715 - CREEKS - The Nor'easter

Memories - The Midnight

Look who's Inside Again - Bo Burnam

CHAPTER 14: "Pomme reviens... les gosses me manquent."

she waits for things to change. she seeks her origins.

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

CRT Days - Waveshaper

Implanted Memories - Infinity Frequencies

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

CHAPTER 15A: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part I

i don't want to leave. i can finally be myself, here.

Wonderland - Caravan Palace

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Chainsaw Girl - Chainsaw Girl

Family - Mother Mother

CHAPTER 15B: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part II

adios, bolas. i won't leave without her.

Idioteque - Radiohead

Eat Your Young - Hozier

My Friends - Oh Wonder

Goodbye - Bo Burnham

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Home

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  slight angst, smut, unprotected sex.

“Jennifer…sunshine…”

She was quick to snap out of her daze, her thoughts on how just a few months ago she’d been in a screaming match with the man on her right over their relationship. 

“I-I’m sorry…what?”

“I’m sorry…what?” she asked softly, still not believing the words that left Lloyd’s mouth. 

The assassin frowned, “I know you heard what I said, Jennifer…”

“Y-you still want me?”

Her heart ached over the thought that he’d had any feelings for her at all.  Over the past few months Terry had beat it into her head that she was unwanted by every other man.  That he was the only one willing to take the shot on her and pay for her.  She’d been so convinced by it, that she was planning on leaving the dollhouse. 

She had no idea what to do, but she thought that at least with her engineering degree she could find something…anything. 

Lloyd’s calloused fingers stroked her cheek, swiping away the tears that were rolling down it. 

She hadn’t realized that she had been crying. 

Her lips parted but nothing came out but a small croak.

“I don’t want anyone else, angel,” he sighed, pulling her to his chest.  For once, she didn’t fight him.  She didn’t want to argue with the man that she still loved despite how he had treated her.  Despite how he had abandoned her with Terry, the creepy magician, over the man he’d been keeping under his wing.  Instead, she clung to his expensive polo, as though if she were to let go, he would disappear from her life completely.  She sobbed against his chest, inhaling the scent that was curated just for him, “you’re my angel, Jennifer…and I’m taking you home once and for all.  No more games, baby.  No more bullshit…your sister’s gone, and I know that you were holding out that she-”

“No more games!” she whimpered softly as she cut him off, keeping herself tucked tightly against him.

She was at a loss.

She hadn’t expected the typical ‘white picket fence home,’ from Lloyd, but she also hadn’t expected a castle somewhere in Europe either. 

But yet, somehow it all screamed his name.  The unnecessary extravagance and elegance of the aged home.  The expensive re-done floors and accessories to make it that much more elevated.  It was the man that she’d loved.  To a tee.

Her throat felt dry as she looked back to him, “L-Lloyd…”

“What is it princess?” he asked quickly, “is it not big enough?  Do you want a bigger estate?  I’ll buy one right now.  Just say the word if this isn’t enough!”

He was at her side in an instant, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he waited on her words.  Her eyes traveled across the entrance, and towards the stairs.  The marble floors glittered beneath her, reflecting the crystal chandelier above them.  She gazed around in wonder, before turning towards him, shaking her head. 

How could he think that the castle wasn’t enough?

“Th-this is all too much.  This can’t be where you live.  You-“

“This is where we’ll live,” he told her firmly, “I bought this for you…for us so that we could have a future.  I don’t give a damn about where I live.  I’ve never called anywhere home…because it wasn’t…not without you…”

She felt her heart fluttering happily in her chest as she held back her smile, “W-what about Suzanne?  Wh-what about all the whores Ransom said you were fucking all over the globe?  Wh-

“She doesn’t matter, Angel. None of them ever did!   It is just me and you,” he promised, lifting her hands up to her face so that he could kiss her knuckles, “the only things that matter are us, Jennifer…”

“This wasn’t-“

“This was never hers,” he growled, cutting her off as he immediately knew where the conversation was heading, “I only just bought the place after everything was said and done.  This is our hideaway from the world…only for you and me…”

“And the numerous guards,” she muttered eyeing up the detail through the still-open front door, and the men silently moving through the entrance on their own rounds, “there are so many of them, Lloyd…”

“They’re here because I’m a dangerous man, sweetheart.  I need an army to protect what is mine…what we can make…what we will make,” he reminded her, the promise not as subtle as he reminded her that he wanted everything with her.  She looked at a few of them as they passed and he pulled her towards himself once more, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead, “you are safe here with them…they will protect you when I have to go on a job…they’ll be here to make sure that you’re safe…and down the road…that our legacy is safe…however many we have…”

Her eyes widened, “y-you’re leaving?”

“No…not yet,” he promised as his hands fell back down around her waist, “I wasn’t going to leave for a bit…I mean…unless you want me to…”

She watched the uncertainty in his eyes.  And she could see the anxiety that he tried to keep hidden.  He was just as nervous about her being there as she was. 

“Stay…”she all but whispered to the man,  “I don’t want you to leave!”  

Lloyd looked relived and the smallest of smiles tugged at his lips as he nodded, “Okay…ca-can I show you the rest of the house…of our house?”

“Since when did you stutter?” she teased lightly. 

His tight-lipped smile broke and the corners of his mouth turned upwards.  One of his hands reached up and stroked the column of her throat before stopping underneath her jaw, “you making fun of me, Angel…”

“Oh yeah…” she admitted, biting back her own smile as she teased the man who was only soft with her.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that!” he purred seductively as he led her towards the stairs, “I think we should start our tour in the special room that I had made…it’s attached to our bedroom…”

“Special room?”

Lloyd smirked as he gave her a look over his shoulder, “oh yes, Angel…it’s a special room…only for the two of us to use.

“L-Lloyd…”

“That’s right, sunshine,” Lloyd purred as his lips dragged up her inner thigh, her mustache tickling the sensitive skin.  His eyes snapped to her hooded ones, and he smirked as her lips parted in another breathy moan.  Her fingers dug into the silky ties at her wrists, and she arched her body towards him once more, “give daddy what he craves…let me have that sweet nectar, Angel…let me taste it all!”

“P-please, Lloyd…”she moaned, eyes flickering open to see his hungrily watching her as he nipped even closer to her core.  His fingers made a ‘come hither,’ motion and her eyes rolled back into her skull again as she fought off what felt like was a never-ending orgasm, “I-I need it.  Need to-please, Lloyd…”

“Tell daddy what you need, Angel…”

“Need to cum!” she mewled as he scissored his fingers into her, all the way down to the knuckle.  He watched as her hands pulled on the ties, “Lloyd…”

“Tell me how you wanna cum, Jennifer!”

“On your cock!”

He grinned once more and kissed her inner thigh.   Her breathing was heavy and labored as he removed his fingers, and she shuddered.  Standing up from his position at the edge of the sex swing he fisted his cock. 

He’d been naked for quite a while, his cock leaking precum while he spent the first few hours in their new home getting her off; torturing himself. 

He’d told himself that he wasn’t going to fuck her until she begged for it.  Until she begged for his cock. 

He knew that despite Angel agreeing to allowing him to buy her out, their relationship was at square one.  It was as though it was a newborn deer trying to stumble out into the vast world once again. 

And he knew that despite her being trained for just him in the beginning, he would have to make her crave his cock once more. 

Just like when he first got her to agree to his sponsorship.

The normally gruff man’s heart fluttered as he looked at the young woman.  She was all smiles as she served drinks.  A few of the guys at the tables would smack her ass or make comments, but because they were slipping her twenties, she would let it happen. 

And it angered the hell out of Lloyd. 

For weeks he’d been coming to the Dollhouse. 

He’d been watching the sweet little angel get money from the low life men that ordered drinks.

And he’d watched her dance. 

Every once in a while, she’d agree to go upstairs with someone.   And that usually meant that she was done for the night. 

And every time that happened, Lloyd had to fight himself on following after her and putting a bullet into the head of the man that was lucky enough to get her to agree to a night with them. 

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice her watching him while she fed the bartender the new round of drink orders and waited for them. 

That was until he heard her giggles from a few feet away. 

He snapped to attention, his dazed expression falling away while his stoic one came back, “What you looking at, Angel?”

“You,” she said pointedly, leaning against the bar.  Lloyd’s eyes flickered down to her chest, where her breasts were nearly spilling out of the top.  He felt his upper lip twitch as she reached over and touched his cheek, “you know…I’ve seen you in here quite a bit.  Most of the guys usually only stop in when they’re local or after a job…and I know you’re not local, daddy.”

Lloyd growled. 

His cock twitched with the simple last word that passed her lips. 

“Playing with fire, princess…”

She took a few steps towards him, sliding her tray along the bar, until she was next to him.  Before Lloyd could think of something else witty to say, she’d slid onto his lap, and wrapped one of her arms around his neck, “I’ve always been partial to some warmth…especially some that’s as good looking as you.”

“Listen here, sunshine-“

“Call me Angel,” she said softly as she leaned forward.  Her lips grazed the killers and he growled again, his cock pressing against her thigh aggressively, “you got something in your pants for me, daddy?”

“I do…and since I know you’ve noticed me hanging around, I’ll let you know that I’ve had what’s felt like a never ending hard on for weeks,” he growled, “and I think he wants to play with you…you got a room, Angel?”

She nodded, pulling his face towards hers.  The tray lay forgotten by her on the bar, and another girl picked it up, already filling in for her, while Lloyd slid off the bar stool and carried Angel towards the stairs. 

His cock pressed deeply into her core, the crown of him bumping against her cervix.  Lloyd groaned, his balls twitching as they emptied inside of her.  He held firm on her hips but leaned over her frame until their lips met. 

The kiss was hungry, filled with all of the emotions the normally stoic man was too afraid to say. 

He felt her walls clench around him, milking the spend from his cock, and she broke the kiss, gasping breathlessly as her legs shook.

“Lloyd,” she whimpered, “oh god.  Fuck, Lloyd-“

“Cum for me princess,” he growled, slapping her mound and puffy clit.  Her legs continued to shake and he did it again and again until she squirted all over his abs, “That’s it, baby.  You cum for daddy, Angel.  Cum all over my abs.  Cum all over my cock.”

“LLOYD!”

“That’s it, Angel, cum for daddy!” he growled, fnally letting go of her hip with one hand, only to tangle it in her hair and pull her into another searing kiss.  He felt his cock twitching yet again, already on the verge of another orgasm while her walls massaged him, “Fuck…I’m gonna cum again, Angel…”

“Want your cum!” she mewled, “want all your cum daddy!”

“You want this?” he growled, hips finding a quick, but unsteady rhythm. 

“Yeah!” she whimpered, moaning as he hit her g-spot, “fill me daddy.  Fill me!”

“I’ll fill you alright,” he groaned, “Daddy’s cumming home Angel…oh, FUCK!”

[beingalife]

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