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I LOOOVVVEEE BIG BABY GHOST. ۫ ꣑ৎ . Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader
Husband!Simon who is a totally a big baby with you. He’ll come after from mission or work, the thing he done first is throwing you to bed and cuddling you. His head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your legs. If you stop caressing his back and hair while he was tryna sleep, he’ll groan and bit your arm.—Don’t worry biting is his love language— When he fell asleep he hear nothing. Is TV volume on full? He won’t hear it.—Because of his snores—
Husband!Simon who never take off his ring. —Except dangerous missions.— His ring is a symbol of his love for his wifey.
Husband!Simon never touch, never talk or never even makes an eye contact with any women. He has his own woman so he don’t need any other woman. He is very devoted and devoted to his wife. He has eyes for no one but her. It is as if a spell has been cast on him, and no one except his own girl interests him. What a man…
Husband!Simon who enjoys walking around the house shirtless. He knows you enjoyed his muscular body. Especially his back and biceps…He teases you with doing that. Enjoys your hands roaming around his muscular top.
Husband!Simon loves to tattoo small things about you. The tattoos of things reminding him you. He’s not always at home, so he wants to remind himself about you you. He already has your photo on his wallet, but he thinks it’s not enough. This man is so in love.
Husband!Simon if you stole his wallet and went shopping without telling him. Damn, he never complains. He LOVES you spending his money. Because after all he loves to spoil you. —If you won’t spend his money, don’t worry, he’ll buy expensive things for you— He actually turns on when you came with shopping bags, and that bratty attitude of yours…
Husband!Simon knows his teammates. And he knows how asshole are them. So he always hides you from them. They know Simon is married—They learned that he’s married, after 2 years later of his wedding, don’t mention that..— But his teammates never saw her face, or never knows her name. Because Simon mentions you, if that’s necessary, saying My wife.
Husband!Simon his ego is high. He always wants to win arguments. It just…his nature, y’know. He feels good when he wins an argument. It's like being right, satisfies his ego. Even when he's in a situation where he can't be right about something, he finds a way to be right. It's always been like this.
“Don’t I said don’t go somewhere without telling me?! Do you have ANY idea how I felt when I couldn’t saw you at home, when you already said you’ll be waiting me at home?!” He yelled. His ears turned red from anger—mostly from panic— His hands turned to fists. The veins in his forehead, arms and hands would’ve be seen from meters away.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down. His head snapped towards your when he heard a soft, quiet, “‘M sorry…” from you. Head bowed down, fidgeting her fingers.
That’s it. That’s all he needed. That’s allll his anger needed to hear, to ease. He melted like a butter on sun. He exhaled all breath from his body. And then pulled her to his chest, wrapped his arms around her fragile body. Holding her head on his chest tightly. He regretted everything in that moment. He regretted for yelling her. He regretted for being angry to her.
“‘s alright, darling…” he breathed into her vanilla scented hair. He was short tempered man. But not to her. He would yell anybody who pissed him off. He would yell until his throat aches. But when he saw his girl’s tearfilled, puppy eyes he would melt immediately. He would have forget even his own name, let alone his anger…
(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost fluff#task force 141#sab0dssey
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designs for a zine piece! enjoy some background story my illustration never needed under the read more (fair warning I did NOT edit this at all):
newbie mage apprentices Sam and Tucker who became friends bc they're kinda… the ones at the bottom of their class and struggle the most, for different reasons. they become besties over time and practice together!
except one night, something goes terribly wrong. they spent the last few nights preparing for a project, a bigger spell that needs an intricate circle with precise measurements to work. but when they try to activate it, well…
oops. they summoned a demon.
which is, for one, extremely illegal. only certified demonologists are allowed to summon demons because they're so dangerous. anything less than a perfect binding circle and thoroughly researched info on the demon, including their true name, is even remotely safe.
but, weirdly enough… the demon seems just as surprised as they are. as Sam and Tuck frantically try to figure out how to dispel the demon, they realize–oh god, did their circle actually sufficiently bind the demon? it can't leave. they watch the demon tentatively poke it's claws into the air around the boundary, and watch it fizzle, retreating back with a strained hiss.
okay. okay, they can do this. without death looming over their heads, they can figure out how to send the demon back. it's cool, it's fine. except while they leaf through their books, they notice the demon watching them. it looks kind of… curious. timid. interested in what they're doing. it catches them noticing his staring, and it. apologizes? it seems flustered?
weird, okay. they keep looking, and the demon starts talking. at first, little comments to itself. mumbles that soon get just loud enough to hear. little “ooh, is that a telescope?" and “is that what fire looks like up here?" and “that must be for making charcoal…”
Sam is the one brave enough to be like "are all demons as chatty as you??” and the demon gets flustered again, apologizing. says he's just never been topside before, he's only read about humans in tomes. oh wow is that the moon outside? it really IS blue up here! is it always blue? what are you doing up? I thought humans slept at night?
Sam and Tuck can't help getting pulled in with the demon's genuine curiosity. they're wary though, since they know demons can be clever, conniving. there's a number of ways a demon can get the upper hand on a summoner who has them bound. if he gets their full names, gets them to smudge and break the circle… there could also be ways they aren't aware of. so they consider their words carefully, but engage in some chatter while they research.
it's almost morning by the time they find a way to send the demon back–but as they prepare the spell, the demon says WAIT WAIT and they stop, uncertain. the demon starts stammering out how this is weird but like… he really had fun tonight. he doesn't get to just hang out much, especially with anyone his age.
Tuck is like “how do you know our ages??" and the demon points out "oh, you said something about Paulie’s 18th birthday party, so I thought…” and they're both like oh shit we didn't even notice we did that?
“Paulina" Sam corrects in her dumbfounded stupor.
“Right, Paulina!" the demon snaps his fingers, but quickly loses his confidence when Sam and Tuck continue to stare at him like they're not sure what's going on. he coughs and fidgets and says “um, well, I was just wondering, I guess… if you wanted to summon me another time, I wouldn't mind. you see those circles there? yeah, that's what summoned me. the candles helped too I think. oh, it doesn't need all those runes though, probably don't want to redraw all those.”
Sam and Tuck are practically gawking, but… for some reason, this demon looks so sincere. so much like them, awkward and lonely and genuinely curious.
it's a bad idea. a terrible one, even. the demon probably noticed they're newbies and not demonologists. it could be hoping they make an error in their circle, or mess up a candle, or reveal their names on accident.
But, well. They're stupid. they're also eager for anything to help them in school, and too empathetic for their own good. they send the demon off with a yeah, no. they then think about it for a week, and end up summoning the demon against their better judgment.
the demon is shocked and so happy, they can't help but be a little endeared. they lay down some ground rules, take care to be as safe as possible… and soon, this demon that introduces himself as “Phantom" becomes a nightly visitor. they talk about their worlds, find out they share a lot of common interests, and help each other in their studies. which, hello, demons also study? bro are you serious??
they play games, laugh till their ribs hurt, and open up to each other on a far deeper level than anyone expected. over time, Phantom becomes a true friend.
Sam and Tuck quietly begin to lament the fact Phantom is stuck in that damn circle. they want to take him places, let him see the human world he seems so interested in. they want to paint his stupid claws and noogie him between his dumb horns and hug him.
but it's an astronomical risk. it's legal for a demonologist with a proper permit, but it's still considered a grave taboo to grant access to a demon outside a circle. there's just too much at risk. demons can be dangerous enough to lay waste to entire towns, take multiple teams of military-rank mages to take down.
they wouldn't risk it… if they hadn't snuck into the library’s restricted section and copy a page from a demonologist book that gives them good framework for a contract. they make some edits to it though, giving Phantom at least a little wiggle room to protect himself if need be. and allow him use of transformation magic so he can hide somehow. but they spend weeks making sure they have airtight wording to ensure Phantom can't cause anyone or anything any substantial harm.
when they finally bring the contract to Phantom, he's stunned. he cries. nothing needs to be said, they all know the gravity of their proposal. even if they ask for proof of Phantom's trust in turn, first. they ask for his full name, so they can bind him. just temporarily. but in that moment, they'll have full control over him. they could instead tell Phantom to serve them, force him to obey their every order. even if it's just for a moment, giving them his full name with the proper circle and incantation, is putting his life in their hands.
Phantom, with tears still in his eyes, smiles warmly and nods. with only a breath to steel himself, he gives them his full name. Daniel James Fenton.
magic sparks in the circle, and Sam and Tuck finish the incantation. ethereal chains sprout up to wrap around Phantom's arms and legs, which makes him jump–but the unwavering trust in his eyes makes the two humans choke up.
they release the binding. all that's left is to break the containment barrier in the circle, so Phantom can walk free.
“Uh, about that…” Phantom laughs sheepishly… then proceeds to step outside of the circle, merely wincing when the barrier zaps around him.
Sam and Tucker gawk. Phantom scratches his neck. “Y-yeah, so… your barrier circle was already broken that first night. It's, uh… right over there. You missed a spot.”
abject horror overcomes them because this entire time Phantom's been visiting, he could have broken out? EASILY?? THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD.
Tucker falls to his knees, but soon starts to laugh. it's kind of hysterical at first but slowly, he and Sam are genuinely laughing. they're so STUPID, and Phantom is the most un-demonlike demon they've ever HEARD of. Phantom is still flustered, stammering out apologies because he wasn't trying to deceive them or anything! he just didn't want to scare them! without a proper containment circle they technically couldn't send him back either, so he just… went back using his own magic each time they “dispelled" him.
once they've calmed down, Phantom morphs his body into a human form–which shock Sam and Tuck, because uh, only elite demons are capable of that. they were expecting an animal, or straight up going invisible. Phantom laughs it off, says he just, spent a lot of time practicing bc he's so interested in the human world (not a lie, but). he proceeds to adopt the nickname Danny, and they all have FUN WONDERFUL SHENANIGANS
(and sometime in the near future, when faced with something truly threatening he needs to protect them from, Danny reveals that. well. their contract also had some holes in it. and he's had access to his full demon power this whole time. whoopsie! it's a good thing he genuinely loves them and doesn't want to hurt anyone, or their asses would be SO dead lol)
they're about as normal about his full demon form as you'd expect from me btw:

#danny phantom#dp demon au#everlasting trio#when is it not lmao#zilly art#Tucker: oh I am SO climbing that#Tucker: no I'm serious get me a grappling hook
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mama's day. gojo satoru
fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᡣ𐭩
little sunshines au
satoru has a plan for your birthday—a very detailed one.
step one. wake up the nuggets
it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.
the problem is your toddler.
"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"
satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.
"no!"
the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.
satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.
"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"
the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.
"oki."
step two. make breakfast
"like this?"
satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.
with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."
dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.
"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"
"on it!"
step three. gifts
"happy birthday, mama~"
"ma-ma!"
you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.
"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"
satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.
your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).
"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhh–"
your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.
"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"
with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.
"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."
step four. spoil her rotten
your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.
"liked the surprise?"
your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.
"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."
your eldest had insisted on drawing their little family—with you right in the center—and satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.
"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"
a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.
"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."
"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."
"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."
oh, that poor man.
you make a mental note to give nanami a call.
#₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au#𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye#sunny skies#jjk x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#gojo fluff#jjk fanfic#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru fluff#divider by v6que
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Hey I know you said your inbox is so full right now but I can't get this idea out of my head.
Imagine rockstar!ellie and popstar!reader going to the short and sweet tour and sabrina arresting reader for juno
Plus ellie definitely told reader they are trying the Juno pose later that night!
oh paris. PARIS. you’ve activated something ancient and unspeakable in me with this idea. i’m writing this like i’m on deadline and sabrina herself is standing behind me with a glitter gun. okay so—
IMAGINE COLLIDE'S ROCKSTAR!ELLIE AND POPSTAR!READER GOING TO THE SHORT N' SWEET TOUR!



the short n’ sweet tour. madison square garden. sold out. the air tastes like glitter and overpriced lip gloss. everyone is either wearing little bows or little nothings. sabrina’s deep in her pink glittery bodysuit, hair curled to oblivion, heels high enough to be a safety hazard, walking the stage like it owes her money.
you and ellie are in the VIP section, but it’s not chill. nothing about you two is ever chill. you’re center-left, full view, already clocked by all of the arena. ellie’s in her feral dyke uniform: worn leather jacket. white wife pleaser, low-rise jeans hanging on by a belt and a prayer. sunglasses indoors. gave a shit about the sn's tour dress code. chewing gum like it’s a personality. muttering, “this is gay propaganda” every few minutes.
you, meanwhile, showed up looking like a slutty disco ball. tiny rhinestone corset spelling out “SWEET?” in cursive, miniskirt that keeps riding up, platforms that technically qualify as a weapon. your hair’s perfect, your makeup’s evil. the fans know who you both are. everyone knows.
and sabrina knows who you are.
you’re friends. talk everytime you're in the same award show. follows each other on instagram. she reposted your “please stream short 'n sweet or i’ll cry” story. you reposted her "OMG I LOVED BETTER LIES GO STREAM RN" story. it’s borderline cinematic.
and then—then—the lights go gold. the stage fogs up like a dream. first few chords of “juno” hit like a religious event. sabrina does that slow dramatic hair flip she’s legally required to do before every slutty song, and every single girl in the arena dies at the exact same time. like cardiac arrest, mass gay fainting, someone in section 212 is literally sobbing into her cowboy hat.
and then sabrina starts scanning the crowd, doing her little “juno” hunt. she’s smirking. pacing. absolutely villain-coded. but the second she sees you—she breaks. stops mid-step. flicks her hair, nearly trips over her. looks directly at you.
"omg guys… i got really distracted… this girl is like–so hot i’m going actually insane right now."
the camera cuts to you and it’s over. the entire arena SCREAMS. and you’re mid-scream too, waving your arms, yelling “OMG WHAT THE HELL!! I LOVE YOU SAB!!” like it’s the fucking hunger games and your name just got drawn.
sabrina is cackling. fully turning red. “you guys i think i’ve never fallen in love but... you know... a popstar and popstar relationship goes hard.”
"oh my! my clothes are falling OFF!" then��her long pink glittery skirt drops. unprompted. sabrina just stands there in sparkly miniskirt and boots, shaking her head.
the crowd goes absolutely feral. ellie grabs your thigh like she’s about to restrain you physically. sabrina recovers, smirks at ellie’s direction, and goes:
"i’m sorry to do this in front of you, ellie williams—who is looking extremely hot too, by the way—but... y/n... you’re under arrest for being too hot."
YOU DIE. CROWD DIES. security splits like the red sea. sabrina has the crowd hand-deliver a set of fuzzy pink cuffs to you and winks. you are standing there visibly malfunctioning. like gay windows XP shutting down.
ellie, meanwhile, is recording the entire thing on her phone. she zooms in 800%. breathless. “oh my god. oh my god. my girl just got arrested for being too hot. i love live music. this is my woodstock.”
you take the cuffs and lift them like a trophy. the arena fucking erupts. someone faints. people are sobbing. someone on TikTok is already posting “when your fav popstar arrests your other fav popstar in front of your fav rockstar” with a Lana track in the background.
the camera pans back to Sabrina and ellie’s hands are IMMEDIATELY everywhere. whispering “you’re so hot when you’re legally apprehended.” you try to sip water and she full-on licks your shoulder. “ellie please.” “no. i’m in heat.”
backstage, you and sabrina take selfies with the cuffs, and she’s holding your face like she just discovered sapphic joy for the first time. ellie photobombs looking like the devil.
you post: “sabrina carpenter arrested me. ellie’s gonna finish the sentence.” ellie posts: “i support hot women’s rights and wrongs.”
and later, in her place, ellie has the video playing on a loop, full volume. she’s sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but her boxers and a chain around her neck, hair messy, looking like she just survived a riot (which, spiritually, she did). she’s gripping her phone like it’s sacred scripture, eyes locked on the part where sabrina does the pose—you know the one. all fours, ass arched, head tossed back in slow motion. the camera caught it in 4K.
"baby. baby, pause it. go back. right there. RIGHT THERE."
you’re standing at the foot of the bed, fully naked, hair wild, lipstick smudged. ellie looks up at you like she’s witnessing divinity. you roll your eyes and sigh dramatically, but you’re already dropping to your hands and knees on the mattress, arching your back, biting your lip.
"have you ever tried... this one?"
ellie groans so loud it echoes. drops her phone like it’s been made irrelevant by your existence. leans forward slowly, eyes dark, voice low:
"you know what comes next."
and what happens next that is technically classified, probably illegal in three states, and definitely a public safety hazard. but just know: the cuffs stay on.
and somewhere in New York, sabrina carpenter wakes up in a cold sweat, heart racing, with no idea why.
unhinged. legendary. historic queer moment. you win the internet for the night.
thank you paris for your contribution to global gay culture.
#⭒࿐COLLIDE - series#lesbian#lesbian pride#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams smut#lesbian shot#ellie x reader#ellie williams x you#sapphic smut#ellie the last of us#tlou part 2#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie williams x reader#the last of us 2#lesbianism#sapphic#wlw post#wlw#wlw yearning#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams the last of us#ellie willams x reader
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who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes?
actor!satoru x popstar!reader
in which you, pop princess, and satoru gojo, hollywood's favorite menace, start to discover your bed chem.
next
series masterlist / full masterlist
wc: 2k
part one!!! bring back PDA interrupted by circumstance!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe part 2 by the weekend
content: tension, fluff, mutual pining, some smau, they make out, PDA, reader and satoru match each other's freak publicly
18+ please <3
the red carpet is chaos as usual. cameras flash in satoru's face, photographers shout for his attention, reporters talk over one another. he eats it up, flashing that easy, blinding grin, soaking up the energy like he was made for it. he's always been good at this, turning attention into a performance, a game he never loses.
but something's different tonight.
his attention catches onto a figure across the carpet, and for the first time all evening, the noise fades to static.
you.
draped in something sheer, delicate but dangerous, dripping in light like you were meant to be stared at. not just ethereal, but untouchable, in the way that makes people want to reach for you anyway. you're working the cameras, holding their attention easily. every turn of your head, every flicker of your gaze is intentional, calculated. you know what you're doing and you do it well.
satoru doesn't realize he's staring until suguru elbows him.
"you've been looking at her for a full minute," suguru says, barely suppressing a grin. "are you making a move or just writing poetry in your head?"
satoru huffs a laugh, rolling his shoulders back as if to shake off whatever spell he's under. "please. you think i need to make a move?"
suguru gives him a look that says yes, actually.
satoru hums, considering. he rarely hesitates, especially when it comes to people. but he finds himself debating his approach.
does he bump into you? send suguru to get you? just stand here, watching, until you come to him?
then you glance his way.
he thinks it's an accident at first, a passing sweep of your gaze, but it lingers a second too long. a flicker of awareness, like you felt him looking. like you know exactly what you're doing when your eyes catch his and hold, when your lips part slightly like you have something to say.
for the first time in a long time, satoru gojo wonders if he's about to be outplayed.
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the moment you step onto the carpet, you own it.
you know how to work a camera, how to shift just enough for the light to hit perfectly, how to let the gown drape over your frame like it was made just for you (it was). the flashes go off like they can't get enough of you, and they can't. you smile just enough, turn a little, hold their attention before moving on. you've done this a thousand times, but tonight, something feels different.
it's a prickle at the back of your neck, a sensation you can't quite place until your gaze sweeps across the carpet and locks onto him.
satoru gojo.
white jacket, dark sunglasses, bright grin, standing there like he's been waiting for you to notice him. you meet his gaze head-on, unhurried, letting him know you see him.
you're used to attention. you know how to handle it. and you've admired him in passing, maybe entertained a fleeting what-if. but standing here now, with his eyes on you, the energy shifts. he's not just a name, a face, or a headline. he's here, watching, waiting. and for the first time tonight, you feel entertained.
he stops in front of you, hands in his pockets, like this was inevitable.
"if we keep staring at each other like this," he says, head tilting, voice all amusement, "someone's gonna write an article about it."
you don't miss a beat. "then maybe you should stop looking."
his grin widens, shameless. "you overestimate my self-control."
it's immediate, the way you fall into it. playful, effortless, a push and pull that neither of you really wants to stop. his presence is overwhelming but not unwelcome, and for the first time tonight, you feel entertained.
you hold his gaze for just a second longer than necessary before turning away, moving down the carpet like you have somewhere to be. but even as you walk, you can feel his eyes on you, can hear the barely-there chuckle he lets out, like he's already made a decision.
and you're sure that before the night is over, you'll make one too.
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the interviewers don't waste time. the moment they catch you separately, the questions start coming. you're used to answering on autopilot, smiling like you mean it, keeping things just interesting enough to be quotable. but tonight, you already know which soundbite is about to take off.
"you and satoru gojo seemed to hit it off on the carpet," a journalist says, mic tilted towards you, eyes glinting with interest. "anything we should know?"
you let out a soft laugh, measured but warm. "he's charming, i'll give him that."
the interviewer's eyebrows raise like she's just struck gold. you don't offer anything else, just a tiny, knowing smile before moving on.
across the venue, satoru's doing what he does best: playing into it. the moment someone asks about you, he's grinning, easy and unbothered.
"she might be my new favorite distraction," he says, his voice teasing, smooth. the reporter practically beams, watching the headlines write themselves.
and sure enough, the internet gets to work before the event is even over.
@/celebritea: "he's charming, i'll give him that" / "she's my new favorite distraction" PINERS WE ARE SO BACK
@/fathergojo: "my new favorite distraction" is INSANE work for someone you just met
@/ynglow: "charming" and "favorite distraction"… yeah i'm seated
edits appear in record time. slow-motion close-ups of lingering eye contact, captions dissecting every micro-expression, fan cams set to inappropriate music. by the time the event is over, the internet has already decided: this is a developing situation.
and you don't mind one bit.
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the afterparty is a different world.
gone are the blinding flashes and choreography of the red carpet. here, the lighting is low, the music is loud, and the air is thick with the kind of energy that turns fleeting moments into industry legends.
it's kento nanami's party—expensive and exclusive. invitations aren't sent, they're granted. and a lot of people are still waiting for theirs.
satoru walks in like he owns the place. and to be fair, he might as well. he's in a sheer black shirt, his sleeves casually rolled up, the collar undone just enough to hint at something. his usual ease is intact, but there's a sharpness to his presence, like he's playing a game no one else knows about.
you're already there when he spots you, haloed by light, draped in something different from before but just as devastating. the dress is shorter now, clings in ways that demand attention, and the way your jewelry catches the light makes it impossible to look away.
satoru doesn't bother pretending he's not watching. the space bends for him as he he makes his way over, weaving through industry elites and familiar faces, his focus locked in place.
you feel him before you see him, the shift in the air unmistakable. when you turn, he's already close.
"you know they think we already fucked, right?" he says, voice smooth and teasing.
your lips curve. "that sounds like a them problem."
his grin widens, flashing white in the dim light. "could be an us problem."
the song changes, but the beat stays the same.
the music pulses through the space, a slow, heady bass line that seems to move through your bones. there are people everywhere, but you can only focus on the weight of his gaze.
his fingers brush yours, questioning, before curling around your hand fully. without a word, he leads you past the crowd through the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, slipping into a quieter corner. low lighting, no people. out of sight, but not out of reach.
his hand settles at your waist, light at first, just the suggestion of touch.
you don't pull away. instead, you lean in, just enough to test the tension, to see how far it'll stretch before it snaps.
it doesn't take long.
one step, then another, until your back finds a wall and his body follows, heat and intent pressed against you. the breath you take is steady, but the way he looks at you isn't—teasing, sharp edges wrapped in amusement. his thigh slots between yours, firm and deliberate, and your fingers fist into the thin fabric of his shirt.
his lips brush your ear when he speaks, teasing and effortless. "you should stop me," he murmurs, but you can already hear the grin in his voice, like he's hoping you won't.
you don't.
and he doesn't.
his mouth finds yours, testing, like he's discovered something new. you match him easily, fingers sliding into his hair, teasing at the roots, nails grazing his scalp just enough to make him hum against your lips. you commit the sound to memory, make a note to pull it from him again.
your hips roll against his leg, slow and deliberate, and he mirrors you, savoring the friction like it's a game you're both intent on playing. the tension builds, heady and unhurried, each movement a tease of more, but only if either of you decides to take it there. but right now? the fun is in the waiting.
the bass thrums through the floor, threading through the moment like a quiet underscore, a pulse that syncs with your own. there are no cameras, no audience. just the two of you, caught in the moment you've made for yourselves.
your fingers skim along the buttons of his shirt, undoing one, then another, knuckles brushing against the heat of his skin. his lips brush against your neck, featherlight, and you let out a sigh.
his hands are confident and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to figure you out. his mouth traces over your skin, a slow, deliberate path from your neck to your jaw and down, pausing at the hollow of your throat and then back up.
it's slow, but there's a hunger to it, an energy that makes itself known as his hand slides down the curve of your ass, squeezing enough to pull a soft noise from you.
you arch into the touch, a silent encouragement that makes him smile against your skin.
the moment lingers, stretching between breaths, until a voice cuts through, cool and unimpressed.
"try not to cause headlines under my roof," kento says, barely sparing you both a glance.
satoru huffs a laugh, stepping back just enough to be appropriate. but the look you give each other promises this isn't over.
not even close.
+++
you wake up to the relentless buzz of your phone, notifications stacked so high they bleed past the preview limit. the first thing you process is the sheer volume of them: texts, missed calls, headlines. the second thing is the realization that they're all about last night.
you blink against the morning light, head foggy with sleep, before rolling over and unlocking your phone. big mistake.
the group chat is already on fire.



and then you start scrolling through headlines.
are we witnessing the start of hollywood’s next power couple?
satoru gojo and y/n: met gala’s most talked-about pair takes it to the afterparty!
y/n and satoru gojo: just friends or something more?
and the tweets.
@/gojo4president: not to be dramatic but these afterparty photos feel like something i shouldn’t be seeing with my own two eyes
@/ynuniverse: satoru gojo has spent YEARS as hollywood’s most eligible menace and now he’s looking at y/n like she personally invented desire. we are witnessing a collapse
@/trendwatcher: insiders say satoru gojo and y/n were ‘inseparable’ at the met gala afterparty before parting ways for the night. no comments from either camp.
you scroll through the notifications, eyes skimming over the headlines, the tweets, the texts. you exhale, then lock your phone.
people are going to talk. they always do. you may as well go about your day.
you’ve already brushed your teeth and made your coffee when your phone buzzes again, and this time, you’re not surprised.
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The Web of Light - A Community Ritual
In late January of 2025, I joined a group of witches online to conduct a ritual for the protection and healing of our communities and for hope to sustain us though the weeks and months to come. Many wonderfully talented people contributed to this working, and I was honored to present an invocation of Brighid and to lead the portion of the ritual where we created the Web of Light.
With the permission of the rest of the circle from that evening, I want to share my portion of the ritual with all of you. (I'm not looking for notes or feedback - this was purpose-built and it exists as it was written.) The more strands in the web, the more lights in the dark, the more love and energy we can give this spell and others like it, the better.
If you feel comfortable doing so, I'd like to invite anyone who is willing to help to join in this working, either by yourself or with your circle. You can do the full blessing, invocation, and casting if you feel comfortable doing so, or just the casting alone. Feel free to invite any helpful spirits, ancestors, deities (especially fire-related), and so forth that you work with to lend their aid.
All you need for this spell is a quiet place to sit and a candle. (Live flame or LED, either is fine, and if you can't find either one, a flashlight will do.)
Perform whatever opening steps you usually do to begin a ritual (preparing the space, casting a circle, grounding and centering, etc) and when you're ready, begin.
WEB OF LIGHT
Suggested Music for the warmup:
"Brighid's Flame" and/or "Brighid" by Kellianna "Imbolc" by Lisa Thiel
[BLESSING]
Into this sacred space, I call the light of creation, the light of inspiration, the light of healing, the light of the forge, the light of the hearthfire, the light of hope, which neither wanes nor falters, but burns bright and perpetual within and around us all. Bless those who are gathered here and may the spirits, deities, ancestors, and powers almighty that we invoke here strengthen our resolve, shield us from harm, and guide us in our workings, as we gather to do what is RIGHT, not what is easy.
[INVOCATION]
With the consent of those assembled, I invoke the name of Brighid and invite her presence in this place. Holy Lady of Cill Dara (pron. Kill Dahrah), protector of hearth and home, teacher, poet, healer, forgemaiden, flamekeeper, living link between the old ways and the new, be with us and lend us your aid.
Brigid of brightness, I bid thee welcome, Brigid of blessing, come thou in. Brigid of strength, I bid thee welcome, This night and every night, this day and every day.
Brigid of the threshold, come thou in, Brigid of the hearthfire, take your ease, Brigid of the cook-pot, sup with us, Brigid of all comforts, live in our hearts.
Ancestors all, I embody your legacy, Ancestors all, I ask for your blessing, Ancestors all, I offer Brigid’s flame To light the needfires of deep memory.
Brigid of the timeless flame, bless your [children]: Those who keep the circle bright, Those whose faith has never failed, Those who keep your name ablaze.
Brigid, lend your righteous sword To those who work for justice, To those who speak the truth, To those who seek a better world.
In the name of Brigid, who empowers the oppressed, In the name of Brigid, who released the enslaved, In the name of Brigid, who lifts up the downtrodden, May all our people be honored and free.
[Casting]
Tonight, we come together with courage. Tonight, we come together with hope. Tonight, we come together in common purpose, to turn our combined strength to save what can be saved, to shield what can be shielded, to heal what can be healed, to burn away what must be cleansed, and to keep the darkness of despair and hatred at bay.
Tonight, each of us is a point of light. We are the tenders of the hearth. We are the bearers of the flame which lights the way. We are the workers at the forge. We are the spark before the fire, the dancing light upon the snow, the seekers of snowdrops, the keepers of the healer’s tent, the knowers of the promise of spring.
For even as summer fades into fall, and fall into winter, so the cold and dark must one day yield to warmth and renewal. Even the longest night must end and we will see the sun rise again.
(Light your candle.)
Hold the light within you. Warm, bright, everlasting, a fire which burns bright but does not consume or diminish. This is a fire which shields the helpless, which offers illumination to the lost, which gives hope to those in sorrow. Each of us alone is but a candle, but together, we are a conflagration.
Picture the array of us, spread out across the sleeping world, a scattering of earthbound stars twinkling in the night. Physically, we are apart, but in our hearts and in our magic, we are all a part of each other and of this world. We are the weavers and keepers of this spell, a web that spans mighty distances and connects us all. We are the beacons which will hold the darkness at bay.
Let the light of your magic spread out from you like the lines of a spider’s web, like the roots of a tree, like the paths of a river, like the crackle of lightning. Picture it spreading across the distances between us, each strand connecting one working to another, and another, and another, strengthening with each bond, growing until the space is covered. Each of us holds a line and weaves a portion of the web, and we are blessed to know that none of us walks alone.
Like the roots of the trees, like the mycelium of the mushrooms, this web of light is not visible to all. Those that seek to harm, to disrupt, to oppress, and diminish, let them be blind, let them be powerless, let them find nothing. We give them NOTHING. But those who have need of us, those who need healing or shelter or knowledge or hope, we give them eyes to see. And those that see, let them light beacons of their own, until the night is bright as day and the sun comes up again.
(Extinguish your candle. If you ever feel that you need strength or hope or the time feels right to further empower the spell, light it up again.)
Suggested Music for the cooldown:
“Star Maps” by S.J. Tucker "Wonders" by S.J. Tucker
(If you choose to share this ritual elsewhere, please credit me. Thanks!)
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Jake's name is actually Tsyeyk in Na'vi, as the Na'vi language doesn't have a J sound! As for Norm, his name wouldn't have to change too much. His first name would become Normì (the extra ì is added because in Na'vi consonants can't cluster at the end of a syllable, so we have to add a second syllable to separate the r and the m (nor-mì)).
His last name would actually be pronounced pretty much exactly the same as it is in English, as it doesn't contain any sounds or syllables that don't work in Na'vi, but it would be written Spelmìn!
So, Normì Spelmìn and Popiti te Spelmìn ;)
Norm family lore drop!!
so for Avatar fans who don't already know, Kelutral's "Omaticon" online convention (streamed on their Twitch channel) is going on this weekend, and the kickoff panel earlier this evening featured franchise loremaster Josh Izzo.
Some may remember this little panel in the High Ground, featuring Norm with a Na'vi child addressing him as "Daddy":
In the Visual Dictionary, there's also a very brief mention that Tuk has a best friend named Popiti.
...so here's the fun bit:
Izzo confirmed that this "Popiti" is in fact Norm's kid!!
Apparently Popiti also has a sibling, and her mother/Norm's mate is from the Olangi clan (which makes sense given that the Visual Dictionary mentions Norm having a bunch of Olangi trinkets).
ngl I love this lore drop but now I have so many more questions also!! How old is Popiti (I assume close to Tuk's age since they're best friends but there's still some wiggle room there so)? Is her sibling older or younger and what's his/her name? If they're Norm's biological kids, do either of them have avatar features like Kiri and Lo'ak? What's Norm's wife's name, what's their story? Norm didn't get his consciousness permanently transferred like Jake did, so how does him switching between two bodies affect things? PLZ I NEED TO KNOW
@theoptimistictabby thought you'd be interested in this one ;)
btw let it be known that I speculated all these things like two years ago, my mind is still reeling that what I thought was merely wild wishful-thinking speculation at the time turned out to be CANON lol

#lì'fya leNa'vi#my first thought was actually Spelmän (ä is pronounced like in the English word “man”)#but thinking about it more he doesn't really SAY it like “spell man” even though it's spelled that way#the unstressed a gets very weakened#so I think Spelmìn is closer#(ì is pronounced like in the English word “spin”)#and yeah alas we can't know Popiti's FULL name without knowing her mother's name (izzo plz i beg!!!) but this would be her surname#also 👀 on the sketch hrh#i may or may not also be planning a silly little comic#it's technically still Jeytiri centric but does feature Norm and Popiti 👀👀
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Incantations of the old moon
(Seulgi X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader)

Joy coughs as she blows up dust by moving one of the bigger boxes to the side. The wooden floor creaks where ever she steps as she keeps rummaging around.
"If I had known he was gonna leave me hanging again..."
Joy mumbles as she moves another box to the side.

Her grandparents asked her, if she could clean and reorganize their attic. Joy didn't like the idea at first. But her grandparents are already quite old. She knows they won't be able to do it. At least not alone. And maybe she could find something interesting up here. Maybe a photo book of their childhood, or more pictures of their wedding. She used to love her grandma's stories about how she met her grandpa. And some objects of that time are probably lying around here somewhere.
If only Joy's boyfriend hadn't cancelled a minute before the two of them were supposed to leave. Her grandparents live a couple of hours away and so she had hoped for a nice and relaxing weekend outside of the city, together with her boyfriend. But he only told her he had to head to the company and off he went. And he still didn't send her a text to apologize.
Joy sighs as she picks up a huge and unfortunately heavy frame of a beautiful painting. She carries it across the small room, before leaning it against the wall. The physical exercise eases her mind a little and cools her temper. But her anger hasn't completely vanished yet.
Another huge box, full of books, finds itself dragged across the wooden floor. Once she lined it up next to the other boxes, Joy takes out the book on top. A novel. By the looks of it maybe 20 years old. Not very interesting. She puts it to the side and keeps browsing. But most of the books turn out to be thrillers, fantasy novels and romance books. Some of her grandma's library.
Two more boxes get turned upside down, until Joy finally squats down and opens the last untouched box in the room. This one contains older books. And she gets lucky. The second book bears her grandparent's names on the front page. The young woman slowly goes through the book, a never ending smile playing around her lips. There is her grandfather standing next to a bicycle, raising his hand and smiling at the camera. Another picture shows her grandma on the back of a horse, riding through a huge field. The last page only shows one picture. Their wedding day. The two of them stand side by side. He wears an old fashioned suit, while she wears a beautiful hanbok. Joy carefully caresses the photo, seeing both of their happy smiles.
A sudden wind almost makes her loose her balance. She closes the book and looks at the wide open window. She opened it earlier. Right? Joy doesn't remember, but she probably did. It can't just open itself.
She puts the book aside and checks the box for more hidden treasures. But to her disappointment, the rest of the box is made out of more of her grandma's book collection. Joy is about to give up, when her hands close around the last book lying on the bottom of the box. Its cover seems to be made out of red leather. But time has turned it into a brown tone. There aren't any letters on it, or any decorations. Not even on the back.
Joy slowly opens the book. More dust raises into the air, making her cough again. Her eyes now focus on the front page.
"Incantations of the old moon"
The paper has turned brown and yellow and it feels like it could fall apart any second. The letters almost look like they've been written with pure gold. It seems to reflect the small amount of sunshine that found it's way through the small window above her.
Joy flips the page. On it's back her eyes focus on the big letters which seem to be a name or a title of a chapter.
"Spell of the enkindled flame"
The black ink reminds Joy of a starless, cold night.
"Is this supposed to be a book filled with spells or something?"
Joy chuckles to herself. The text that follows does look like it's a poem or a spell. But the young woman just shakes her head and closes the book.
She starts to put the books she took out back into the the box. Her grandma's books first. Just when she is about to pick up the old mysterious book, another wind blows through the attic. To her surprise, the book opens, the first page turns itself. Joy feels a shiver run down her spine. The wind was a little harder, but is it just a coincidence the book got opened again?
For a moment, Joy stares at the name of the poem or the spell or whatever it is. Then her eyes glide down the page. She notices how the second part seems to be in another language. Latin maybe? She notices the word "et" That is Latin. Or maybe Italian? The page on the right is filled with letters written in the same pitch black ink.
"This spell heightens the caster's labido, increasing physical desire and intensifying arousal."
A laugh escapes Joy's lips. Not just a book of spells, but a book filled with spells for sex? Maybe this is a joke made by her grandma or something. Magic doesn't exist. So spells are useless. Just empty words someone made up. That's probably not even Latin. Just random words strung together.
"Well, I could give it a try. It's not gonna kill me, right?"
A sudden curiosity makes her heart beat a little faster. Surely this isn't real. But she can hear a small part of her brain acknowledging how weird it was that the wind opened the book again. What if it is magic? Maybe she could make her boyfriend do whatever she wants.
Joy chuckles at the thought. Yeah, sure. Why not give it a try?
She clears her throat and focuses back on the page on the left.
"By the ember’s glow and the night’s embrace,
Awaken the fire that passion does trace.
Let the pulse quicken, and the heat rise,
A flame of desire to light the skies."
Joy can feel how her excitement rises. Is that the spell, or just a normal reaction to something mysterious?
Unbeknownst to her, Joy's heartbeat has already picked up a little pace. Her body temperature rises as well. So slightly, it's barely noticeable.
"Per ignem sacrum et noctis umbras;
Crescat ardor, sensus foveat,
Flamma carnis, vires augeat."
That last part was hard to pronounce. And she definitely butchered every single one of those words. But Joy waits, still sitting on the floor in front of the box. She holds her breath. In her head, she counts to ten.
Nothing.
Then she reaches twenty.
Nothing.
Of course nothing happens. Because magic doesn't exist. It's just some useless book.
When she looks down on it again, Joy notices how it's not in her hand anymore. It's lying on the floor. Her eyes slowly wander to her hand. Her breath hitches when she realises she already unbuttoned her jeans.
"What-"
A sudden spike of lust pierces her body. Joy's eyes are wide open. She can literally feel how she is getting wet. Her body's temperature seems to rise and rise. A wave of pleasure builds up inside of her as her hand disappears inside her pants. The other is already pulling at her waistband to give herself more room. A drop of her saliva hits that second hand. She is drooling.
Joy bites her lip. The voice inside of her is almost screaming in panic. What is she supposed to do now? Surely not...
"Oh Lord!"
Joy almost cries out as her fingertips graze her clit. She's never been this sensitive. It almost feels like her own consciousness is being pushed to the back of her mind. A fog of lust takes over her brain.
Before Joy can even look down on herself again, she has already started rubbing herself furiously. Wave after wave of pleasure hits her body like it's a lonely rock in a deep sea. They keep coming, some washing over her, others almost knocking her down. Her breathing is now as fast as if she just ran down three flights of stairs.
"Oh god.... Please make it stop."
She manages to moan out, that last piece of her conscious mind fighting back. But the pleasure only intensifies. Joy can feel how her body is readying itself to climax already. How her abs tighten, how she bucks her hips towards her hand.
Never before did she get so aroused by just rubbing her clit. When she needs to take care of herself, she usually needs three fingers inside of her to make herself orgasm. But now, her body seems to be in overdrive. Every fiber of her entire being is urging her on to cum, working towards her climax.
Joy can already feel how her fingers, which are pulling back the waistband of her jeans, are already starting to hurt. She can't keep this up either way. It's only a matter of seconds now.
The sunlight shines through the small window and onto the woman sitting on the wooden floor. Her moans are filling the small room. Her legs shake when another wave threatens to brake her. Joy's wide open eyes close as she braces herself.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her squeal - light, sharp and rising in pitch - echoes her joy like a playful, excited note. That final wave has completely washed over her, almost drowning her in her own pleasure.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
Half whisper, half moan. Joy feels how she is ruining her panties. Her juices darken the light fabric, making it heavier. It takes a moment, until her body seems to have completely calmed down. Except for her still quickly paced breathing.
Joy stands in her grandparent's guest room, looking at the book in her hands. Why did she take it with her again? She has the urge to open it again and read the rest of the book. Maybe there are more spells. Maybe there better spells. But she is able to control herself. She tugs it underneath the pillow of her bed.
"Maybe later."
She whispers to herself, before taking off her jeans. It seems like they are still dry, so she only has to change her underwear. Joy grimaces as she pulls her soaked panties off her body. It feels weird. This never happened to her before.
Looking down on herself, Joy feels a slight tingle in her nether regions. Just the mere sight of her own pussy is starting to turn her on again. She decides to focus on her panties. She holds them up, examining them. As her fist closes tightly around them, drops start to fall to the floor.
"Damn, what is wrong with me?"
Joy sighs. Her mind is still having trouble accepting that magic exists. She is still trying to come up with some simple explanation. Maybe she got this horny, because of her recent busy schedule and lack of pleasure? But would that make her this horny?
"Sooyoung! Come down for lunch!"
"In a minute!"
Her grandma's voice reminds her that she is still standing half naked in her room.
Joy joins her grandparents on the couch after lunch. They always watch a program which hosts idols around this time of day, because they don't want to miss the day, when Joy makes her appearance.
But the woman in question is having a hard time keeping it together. There wasn't any particular trigger during lunch, which would explain her aroused state. But her arousal has kept rising, since she.... Well, since she came.
Joy sighs and puts her hands between her ass and the couch, sitting on them. She's afraid another sudden spike of pure lust will catch her off guard. She doesn't even dare to think about what her grandparents would think of her, if she suddenly started to play with herself in front of them.
As the show continues and this week's cast gets introduced, Joy recognizes a familiar face. Her boyfriend. So that's why he couldn't come with her. Someone else probably canceled last minute and he had to fill in. But that still doesn't excuse his lack of explanation, or an apology for canceling on her.
"I remember when two of us were this young."
Her grandma sighs nostalgically, taking her husband's hand.
"You always looked so handsome."
"Me?"
Joy's grandfather laughs.
"Every boy in our town ran after you."
For some reason, those words struck a nerve for Joy. She focuses on the people on TV. Her boyfriend and three male hosts.
"Everyone wants you."
Was that Joy's own voice in her head? It sounded different. As if it's trying manipulate her thoughts.
"You can have them all."
Joy bites her lip. Her arousal reaches another plateau. She can feel how she is getting wetter again. She unconsciously starts to rub her thighs together. Just the idea of sleeping with more than one man suddenly fills her head with lust. Taking not just one cock, but two or three... That suddenly sounds like heaven for Joy. All of the attention on her. She is an object of desire for several guys, almost begging her to let them use her.
As her lust takes over more and more of her body, the initial ideas turn into vivid pictures inside her head. She can almost see how she is kneeling in front of a group of guys, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out, waiting for them all to fuck her face.
As if her body is on autopilot, Joy jumps off the couch.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"Just a minute."
Her voice sounds hoarse, even to her own ears. But she quickly heads for the guest room, almost tripping as she takes two steps at once.
As soon as the door closes behind her, Joy strips. Her top quickly falls onto her bed. Her bra follows. Her jeans hit the ground next to her and she kicks her panties into one of the corners of the room.
Barely ten second after she got inside, Joy is kneeling in the middle of the room. She closes her eyes and lets her hands wander all over her body. She starts with her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as if two men were exploring her naked body. Her hands soon glide lower, following the tightness of her midriff. She caresses her own thighs as she imagines herself surrounded by five men. In her mind, Joy eagerly watches them strip, licking her lips when she sees their hard cocks.
The small voice in her mind, telling her this is weird and unnatural has almost been completed drowned out by now. The intensity of her dirty thoughts almost make her feel like it's actually happening.
Joy reaches out with one hand and wraps it around one of the dicks pointing at her. She can almost feel how hard the man is as she begins to stroke his cock. Another man steps forward and Joy gladly opens her mouth. She doesn't even have to put her fingers into her mouth pretending it's a cock. Her vivid imagination is already enough. She can feel how his cock is sliding in and out of her mouth. How his tip grazes the back of her mouth with every thrust.
When another man steps forward, Joy starts to jerk him off as well. Both her hands use the same rhythm and pace, while her excitement grows and grows. She was never a huge fan of someone cuming on her. Even with her boyfriend, Joy prefers for him to cum inside her, when they used protection. But now? Now, Joy can't wait for the five guys to use her face as a canvas. She would ask them, beg them, to paint her face, if it wasn't for the cock inside her mouth.
Joy greedily keeps sucking the man in front of her, while she jerks off the two on her sides. She almost forgot the other two men. They now play with her tits, like she did before. Joy lets out a moan around the cock in her mouth as she feels them pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.
If she could see herself like that, Joy would definitely die of shame. Kneeling on the floor in an empty room. Completely naked. Her mouth wide open, her hands on either side over head head, doing corkscrew motions. As her pussy gets wetter and wetter, even without any stimulation, drops of her juices slowly drip onto the carpet.
Inside her head, Joy already has the five guys on the edge of their orgasms. How she got there is a mystery even to herself. But here she is now. Her pussy almost radiating pure lust as she lowers her hands. One reaches for her chest once more, while the other finally drops down to her core.
Joy can feel how close she is. Once more the flat of her hand begins to rub her clit. Within a matter of secondd, her hand is already coated in her slick.
"Yes, cum all over my face."
Joy sighs, before opening her mouth as wide as possible and sticking her tongue out. All five guys are surrounding her, stroking themselves. The first man's load hits her nose, while the rest lands on her tongue. The other two, standing on either side of her, cum all over her cheeks and eyes. Joy's eyelids feel heavy now. Even if she wanted to, it feels like she couldn't open her eyes. The two guys behind her cum as well. All across her face.
Joy feels their warm cum on her skin. She never felt this good. She knows she is mere seconds away herself. Just one last thing to degrade herself even further....
The guy in front of her pushes his cock past her lips.
"Clean it, little whore."
"Fuck!"
Joy orgasms hard as she licks the man's left over cum off his cock.
Her eyes stay closed throughout the entirety of her orgasm. It feels like it takes her a whole hour to work through it. Wave after wave makes her body shake and tremble. Because she was pretending she had someone's dick in her mouth, Joy started drooling all over herself at some point. Her tits are covered in her own spit.
When Joy finally opens her eyes again, it takes some effort. As if the men's imaginary cum has glued her eyes shut. A feeling of disgust and horror washes over Joy as she looks down on herself. Her hand wet with slick. Her tits covered in spit, the carpet underneath stained by a big puddle of her juices.
"What have I done?"
She whispers to herself. This isn't normal. And she feels like a whore and a slut after this. Dirty and used. Filthy. She needs to take a shower. Now. But what if she gets turned on again? Joy shakes her head. She came twice today. Both times harder than all of last month's orgasms combined. Spell or no spell. Her body is drained.
The feeling of failure and shame colours Joy's cheeks red. She slides down along the tiles of the wall of the shower. Her body is completely wet due to the water, but her lower half is now partially covered in slick again. As her breathing calms down, Joy finally makes a decision.
She needs to get rid of that book. She doesn't know how long this spell is gonna last. And she doesn't even want to know what the others do. And she definitely does not want to be tempted to try it again, when she is feeling really low or stressed out. A shudder rushes through her body as she imagines herself breaking down on stage and just mindlessly rubbing her pussy in front of thousands of people.
Suddenly her eyes are wide open.
"No, stop it! Not again!"
Joy quickly tries to think of something else. Maybe something disgusting.
"A camel, fish, vomit..."
She grimaces, but it seems to work. Thinking about random things not related to anything sexual. Maybe this is the way to control the effects of the spell?
It seems like the spell finally wore off. Nothing happened for the rest of the day. Actually, Joy almost forgot that the book is still there, until she lied down on her bed, ready to fall asleep. She can clearly feel it underneath her pillow.
"No, I won't look at it."
She closes her eyes.
But what if it influences her in a another way, when she sleeps with it under her pillow? Her eyes open again and Joy takes out the book. She is just about to put in on the nightstand, when curiosity invades her thoughts once more. What if she just checks out the next spell? She doesn't have to use it. Just look what it does.
"Okay."
Joy sighs in defeat and sits up, leaning up against the wall behind her.
"But only looking. I promise, I won't use it."
She flips through the first pages, passing the first spell that already brought her to her limits. Joy catches a small warning on the bottom left corner.
"Do not use this spell twice a day. Severe loss of self control and random orgasms without stimulation are side affects."
Joy shakes her head in disbelief. Who would try to use a spell like that twice a day? Even now she is consciously pushing back the undying urge to pleasure herself one last time.
When she reaches the next spell in the book, Joy focuses on the right page once more, reading all the instructions.
"The incantation of velvet dreams"
"Casts a spell over sleep, giving the caster or target vivid, sensual dreams that amplify desire upon waking."
"Interesting."
Joy murmurs to herself. Maybe she'd be able to sleep better. She always gets so little sleep because of her schedule. Maybe this will enhance the quality of the little sleep she does have.
She keeps reading, when she realizes that there are more requirements to cast the spell.
"A silver thread:
A thin thread of silver should be tied loosely around the wrist as a symbol of connection to the dream realm.
Silent preparation:
The caster must spend five minutes in complete silence, meditating on their intent, before the spell can take effect. The impact is improved if the caster is dressed in the same way as he or she invisons him or her self during mediation.
Honey:
Place three drops of honey on the tongue before sleep to invoke sweetness in the dream realm."
Joy ponders for a moment. All those things are quite easy to get or do. She glances at the left page with the spell. Should she try it out?
No, she promised herself she wouldn't. Joy knows it's a bad idea and yet she is already thinking about what she'd love to dream tonight. She hesitates.
"Are there any side effects?"
She mumbles to herself, going through the right page again. Nothing. Maybe this spell is safer to use then the first one. After all, she is sleeping anyway.
"Might as well..."
Joy gets out of bed, ready to gather the necessary materials. Silver thread and honey. One in her grandma's sewing box, the other in the kitchen.
Once she is back with both of them, she puts the glass of honey and a spoon onto the nightstand and places the thread next to it.
"Outfit..."
Joy opens the wardrobe, looking through the clothes she took with her. A dress? A short top and skirt? She can feel herself getting turned on again, just thinking about what she could be able to dream off. That's when she remembers her luggage.
Since she thought her boyfriend would come with her, Joy packed something a little extra. Her grandparents go to sleep early and her and her boyfriend's sex life isn't as good as she'd like it to be. Maybe the fresh country air would've helped her out. But now, this has to suffice.
Joy smiles as she takes out the lingerie that was lying on the bottom of her luggage. It's basically a see through red body suit. She quickly puts it on and closes the attached red collar around her neck. With a click, the button is secure. Joy looks down on herself. She can basically see her whole body underneath the thin red fabric, especially her nipples, which look a little darker now. Its neckline doesn't do its name justice at all. The cut down her body ends right underneath her breasts.
"Now the thread..."
Joy can feel the excitement in her body rising as she puts the silver thread around her wrist. Unbeknownst to her, it isn't only her excitement that makes her use the next spell. The first one has already raised her basic sexual appetite. If she keeps this up at this pace, she soon won't be able to climax anymore, without a spell in the book. Too bad the most important instructions and warnings are all listed on the very last page.
The warm rays of the sun hit Joy's face in the morning. She sleeps with a smile playing around her lips. The birds in the garden start to sing, which slowly makes her open her eyes.
"That was good."
She sighs dreamily. She can't remember every detail of her dream, but the most important parts are stuck in her head. Pulling the sheets aside, Joy looks down on herself. She's still wearing that red body suit. And the part that covers her pussy is visibly wet.
But the good thing is, Joy doesn't feel this undying urge to satisfy herself like yesterday. Maybe it has finally worn off. The spell for the dream seems to be the perfect solution. At least for now. She is perfectly relaxed. This is like the best start for a day.
When Joy is finally done with unpacking, she quickly eats dinner, before going to bed. She just got back home to her apartment. On the way, she bought silver threat and a new glass of honey. She is gonna need it.
Now, Joy sits on her bed, eyes closed as she thinks about what she wants to dream tonight. She is wearing the same red bodysuit as last night. The tight fabric stretches over every curve of her body. Only while putting it on a couple of minutes ago, Joy realized how good her butt looked in it. Now her thoughts seem to be related to that. She imagines herself having anal sex for the first time. Someone eating out her ass and then using lube to make it easier for him. It's no one specific, but Joy feels save and cared for as the man lies on his side behind her and starts to push his cock inside her ass.
A huge smile plays around her lips when she opens her eyes again. Joy reaches for the book in front of her and starts to read the spell out loud.
"By the silk of night and the moon’s soft light,
Weave the dreams that dance in the night.
Let the body stir and the senses ignite,
A journey of pleasure through the shadowed flight."
Just like the night before, she feels her eyelids getting heavier. A soothing, warm feeling starts to spread through her body. Not the primal, undying urge to get fucked. But a feeling of completion and easiness.
"Per noctem et lumen lunare;
Somnia sensuales, gaudium efflorescat."
Joy places the book on the nightstand and reaches for the honey. Three drops onto her tongue. She closes her eyes, her head resting on her soft pillow. The honey on her tongue sweetens the process of falling asleep.
As soon as her eyes close, Joy starts to dream. She is inside her own apartment. Wearing that red bodysuit. Why was she dressed like this again? Right, her boyfriend. It's his birthday.
During her five minutes of silence, Joy failed to think of a build up. Her fantasy started out with a man kissing her as he lies her on her bed. Now her subconsciousness is stringing random thoughts together.
She is waiting for her boyfriend, wanting to make his night special. But when the bell rings it's not him, but the delivery guy. Luckily, Joy put on a robe before opening the door. The man looks her up and down, being able to tell how little she must be wearing. Her robe is barely reaching her thighs, her legs and feet completely naked.
"That'd make 20 000 ₩"
Joy reaches for her card and the man takes out the device to scan it with.
"Card declined"
Horror slowly creeps onto Joy's face, when she realizes she won't be able to pay. She doesn't have any cash lying around. She can already sense the man's inappropriate glances.
"I'm sorry. It seems like I can't pay right now."
"I'm sure we can find away."
His smile makes her shudder. But in a good way for some reason. She feels like he would know how to make her feel good. If she just invited another man inside. Just once.....
Joy stirs awake the next morning. Like the night before, she can't remember the whole dream. But this one was definitely better than the first. As she is slowly getting rid of her sleepiness, Joy starts to feel odd. She reaches out to flip the sheets off her and her hand touches wet fabric. Worry creeps up her spine.
"Don't tell me..."
She lifts the covers.
"Oh god...."
Almost the entire bed is wet. Soaked. Drenched with her juices. That explains why her dream was so good. She lifts one of her legs, the sheets stick to it for a while, before they fall back down. The red fabric on her body is glued to her skin. She must've rolled around in her own slick the whole night.
A small price to pay, considering how good the dream was. She can just take a shower.
"And change the sheets...."
Joy sighs, but she doesn't have a choice. As she gets off the bed, she is already thinking about a way to sleep, without drowning herself in her own juices.
"Let's try this again."
Joy stands up and takes her place behind Yeri. She raises her arms as the music starts and the five of them start to practice the dance once again.
Two weeks have gone by since Joy found the book. Her and her boyfriend did talk about her weekend at her grandparent's, but she didn't mention what she found. She could share it with no one, since no one would believe her.
But for two weeks, Joy has been working on her own pleasure by herself. Her and her boyfriend's schedules didn't allow them to see each other often, let alone have sex with each other. So when she did have time, Joy used the spell for her dreams to at least feel good when she woke up in the morning.
But she is starting to feel a rising need for more. She needs to orgasm while she is awake. She needs something to get herself off. She has been going through the book and found a couple of more spells. And when her eyes fall on Seulgi, she is determined to use one of them today.
Joy thought about this for quite a while. Nothing seems to really do it anymore for her. Playing with herself is nice and all and she does climax while doing so, but she is starting to miss something. She is starting to miss someone else's touch.
She has had these dreams about other guys. She does admit that. But she'd never cheat on her boyfriend. How horny or aroused she might be, she'd never do something like that. That's what she told herself.
Now, Joy is thinking about a loophole in some way. Sex with other men is definitely cheating. But what if it's with another woman? There is no dick involved. So technically, she wouldn't have penetrative sex, right? So it would be okay for her and Seulgi to pleasure each other? Just this once?
Joy doesn't even realize how ridiculous that sounds. But the book's influence on her is slowly growing stronger. Her desire for pleasure keeps rising. She doesn't know it, but her body realizes that the book might be able to give her eternal pleasure. Pleasure that is out of this world. And that doesn't mean these simple spells. There must be something else. Something that frees her from earthly boundaries and rules.
And Joy is starting to become so desperate, she's willing to cast a spell on one of her members.
"One last time. We will go home afterwards."
Joy looks at Irene while she speaks
She thought about whom she should choose. Irene was the first who didn't qualify. Or rather, Joy was afraid of what could happen. Irene can be strict. She thought of Yeri and Wendy as well, but the two of them don't seem to be weak minded. And the instructions said, it would be easier on someone who is easier. But that doesn't mean Joy sees Seulgi as dumb or a slut. She is just loving and caring. A person who often can't say no.

And that's why Seulgi finds herself inside Joy's apartment exactly one hour later. The younger woman asked her to come over and hang out. Seulgi didn't have any plans, so she agreed.
But now she feels like something is going on. Joy is acting different. She noticed that during practice already. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. And she looks like she has that after sex glow. But all the time. And she surely can't be having sex all day.
Pretending to prepare snacks for the two of them, Joy is standing inside her kitchen. She glances at Seulgi, watching her drink the juice she gave her. The younger one told her it's supposed to help for losing weight. But in reality, it was just random juice she had in her fridge. The special ingredient was a strand of Joy's hair. Seulgi had to drink it in order to form the necessary bond between the two of them.
After confirming that Seulgi isn't paying attention to her, Joy starts to read from the book, which is lying on the counter.
"Serpent of secrets, lend me your grace,
Let your kiss awaken, and pleasure embrace.
By the moon’s soft glow and the stars that gleam,
Uncoil the longing that sleeps in the dream."
As she reaches the Latin part of the spell, Joy raises her hand. Now she has to draw a snake in the air. And she does so as she reads the last lines.
"Per lunam et stellas lucentes;
Sensibus favorem, desiderium augeat."
The snake she drew seems to be made of a small cloud. It starts to move towards Seulgi. Joy watches, hoping she did everything right. Doubt is starting to rise inside her as the snake opens her mouth. It's now right behind Seulgi. Joy bites her lip. As soon as the snake touches Seulgi, it disappears. Gone.
Did it work?

Joy hesitates, but then walks over to Seulgi, while holding a plate with grapes and watermelon.
"Thanks."
Seulgi smiles as she reaches for a handful of grapes. Joy sits down next to her.
It seems like the older woman isn't affected at all. She seems to behave normally. Maybe Joy did something wrong? She glances at Seulgi's glass, which is only half empty. Or did she not drink her hair yet?
Joy sighs and sinks back against the backrest of her couch. She should've never even tried this. Seulgi is one of her best friends. The two of them lived together for a long time. How could she just decide to use her, so she can satisfy her own pleasure? The younger woman feels ashamed of herself. The book was fun and all. But now it slowly seems to take over her actions. It has to go. Rather sooner than later.
Joy stands up, determined to get rid of the book immediately. When she walks past Seulgi, a hand suddenly grabs her wrist. She looks down on her friend.
"Unnie..."
Her words get caught in her throat as Joy sees the lust glisten in Seulgi's eyes.
Before she can react, Seulgi has already pulled her onto the couch again. Her lips crash against the younger one's, making her fall onto her back. The moment their lips touch, Joy's lust skyrockets. She loves how Seulgi's lips feel on hers. How her tongue brushes against her own. How her hands hold onto her waist. She needs to have her. Now.
Seulgi is in a state of pure lust, confusion and horror. What the hell is she doing? Why is she kissing her friend? And why can't she stop? Why does it feel so good? Why does it make her pussy wet? Why-
Her own consciousness slowly retreats as arousal takes its place. Seulgi knows it's wrong. She has never thought about Joy this way. She would've never dared to kiss her without consent, even if she wanted to. But her lust driven body seems to have a mind on its own now.
The two women loose themselves far too quickly. While their kiss continues, Seulgi undoes the two buttons on Joy's top, while Joy reaches for the zipper of Seulgi's skirt. The younger one lets out a moan as she feels her friend's leg between her own. It slightly presses itself against her core, stimulating Joy's already sensitive clit.
No words are being spoken as Seulgi pushes Joy's top off her tits, while Joy lets Seulgi's opened skirt glide down the older girl's legs. Their kiss finally breaks, when Seulgi leans down to kiss the younger girl's neck.
"Unnie..."
She sighs and places her hands on the other girls butt cheeks. She starts to knead them as Seulgi's lips travel lower. Soon, they latch onto Joy's right nipple. She arches her back off the couch in response, her body yearning for the other girl's touch. At the same time, her hands have now pulled Seulgi's cheeks apart and two fingers dive towards her core.
The sound that escapes Seulgi's lips is half squeal, half moan. Joy's fingers penetrate her lower lips. Her thumb automatically rests on her asshole due to their position. Only a little bit of pressure makes Seulgi suck harder on Joy's nipples.
The two of them lose track of time as they pleasure each other. After a while, they find themselves in Joy's bed with Joy on the bottom and Seulgi on top, eating each other out.
The younger girl has really gotten a good taste of Seulgi's pussy by now. She can't tell if it's just the spell, but she really seems to enjoy it. If she could, she would feast on Seulgi's pussy the entire night, making her a squealing mess. But Seulgi's tongue works her own pussy too, making Joy almost fall apart every three seconds. Both their bodies are way more sensitive than they usually are. Side effects of the spell.
"Unnie..."
Joy moans, when she feels Seulgi slip two fingers inside her cunt. The older woman's tongue flicks against her clit and the woman on the bottom starts to loose it. Her thighs tremble as Seulgi does her best to push Joy towards her third orgasm of the night. The younger girl is unable to return the favour, moaning out loud and shaking underneath her friend.
"Please, mommy....."
If she wasn't about to climax, Joy would've felt immense shame in that moment. What did she just call Seulgi?
But she can't think about that now. Seulgi adds a third finger, properly stretching out Joy's pussy. Her tongue keeps flicking against her clit, making Joy's hips rise off the bed.
"Mommy!"
Joy crashes down. The shame and pleasure mix together as her orgasm rolls through her. Her body is a mess. Hair glistening with sweat and their combined juices. Her pussy is leaking and her whole body is glazed with a thin layer of sweat.
"I'm sorry, unnie. I-"
Seulgi gets off of her and turns around. She kisses Joy's lips to shut her up.
"Say it again."
"What?"
Joy is confused. It was an embarrassing slip up and she thought Seulgi would be mad or disgusted. But as she watches her climbing on top of Joy, the opposite seems to be the case.
"Tell me what a good girl you are."
The younger woman is shocked by Seulgi's sudden dominant attitude. But she starts to moan when Seulgi begins to ride her. Their two pussies meet whenever Seulgi sinks down. One hand is placed flat on Joy's midriff, while the other applies pressure to both of their clits.
"I don't-"
Joy's reply is cut short by Seulgi pinching Joy's clit. A spike of pain and pleasure rushes through her system.
"Mommy....."
Joy hisses as Seulgi continues to ride her.
"I-I've been a good girl for mommy. Right?"
Seulgi's head rolls back, her mouth open as a moan escapes her lips. Joy instinctively holds onto Seulgi's waist. So this how it feels like when someone rides you? It's the first time Joy experiences this, but she can understand why her boyfriend likes it, whenever she does it. But her thoughts quickly focus back on Seulgi as she quickens her pace.
Although, it's actually more grinding than riding. The friction of their pussies rubbing together makes the two women moan in union. Joy's hands wander towards Seulgi's ass and she squeezes her cheeks, appreciating how firm they are.
"Yes, grope my ass. Bad girl."
Seulgi moans and she reaches for Joy's tits in return. The two of them grind against each other, while their hands play with the other's body. Joy's eyes are glued to Seulgi's abs, which look so damn amazing when they are slightly glistening with sweat.
The younger girl sits up, needing to have a taste. Seulgi lets out an appreciative sigh, when she feels Joy's tongue on her midriff. She feels the saltiness of Seulgi's sweat on her tongue as Joy traces along the lines of the older girl's abs.
"Now you're being a good girl."
Seulgi strokes her hair. She keeps riding Joy, constantly increasing the pleasure they both feel. Soon, their bodies become one. Neither of them can tell where her body ends and the other one's begins.
"Mommy...."
Joy moans again as she feels the pressure and friction at her core becoming too much to handle.
"Yes, baby. Me too...."
The two of them lock eyes. Their dark orbs are glistening with lust. Seulgi tilts her head and captures Joy's lips one last time.
As their bodies shake in union, both girls moan into each other's mouths. Joy can barely feel the pain of Seulgi biting her lip. They fall onto the bed, their bodies working through their orgasms individually.
Shame and embarrassment run through her veins as Joy just lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Seulgi is lying next to her. The two of them are still catching their breaths, but they're back to their old selves.
"I'm sorry."
Joy's voice sounds broken.
"This is all my fault."
Seulgi would've shook her head, if she wasn't too tired.
"Why would this be your fault? I started it. I should take responsibility."
"You don't understand."
Joy hesitates. Is she really going to reveal her secret?
"I.... There-There is this book. I-I used it on you."
"What book?"
"A book full with spells. About.... About sex."
She closes her eyes, afraid Seulgi will laugh at her. But the older woman stays silent for a while.
"Magic doesn't exist, Joy."
The younger girl can hear the worry in her voice.
"It does. Why do you think all of this just happened? I-I used a spell."
"A spell? So that I become...."
Seulgi feels her cheeks heating up.
"So that I become turned on?"
"Kinda."
Joy doesn't want explain it further.
"And-And this book. Is it dangerous?"
"I don't think so. As long as you're able to control yourself, it's actually pretty good."
Joy hears how Seulgi turns her head to look at her. She tears her eyes off the ceiling and looks into her friend's eyes.
"Can-Can I see it?"
After taking a proper shower, without another incident, the two women sit side by side on Joy's bed, flipping through the book.
"And you tried all of them?"
Joy shakes her head no.
"A couple."
Joy turns the next page.
"The rapture of flowing rivers"
"I tried that one."
"What happened?"
Seulgi looks at her with genuine curiosity. Joy hesitates, although the two of them just made each other cum and have talked about sex since then.
"You... You squirt a lot."
"Really? I think I've never done that before. What does it feel like?"
"Well,..."
Joy remembers the day she tried out that spell.
"It feels like you need to pee while you climax. It makes your orgasm feel way better. Instead of holding it in, you just have to let it go. Or in this case"
She nods towards the spell.
"You don't have a choice."
"How much did you squirt?"
"I'm not sure. But you probably could've filled a whole bottle after one time."
"Wow."
Seulgi's eyes are wide open in awe as she keeps looking through the book. Eventually she reaches the last spell.
"Spell of summoning: The Incubus rite"
"Have you tried this one?"
"No I haven't. I can't do it alone."
"Why not?"
"Like I showed you earlier, some spells require specific objects or actions. Part of this one is having three different attributes, if you can call them that. You need to have a romantic partner, you need to have had sex within the last couple of days and at the same time you shouldn't have had a lot of sex yet. I feel like the instructions are trying to tell the caster that three people need to perform this spell."
"And what is it good for? Isn't the Incubus something like a Succubus?"
"Yes. The male version. It says this Incubus will fulfill your every desire, once you summon him. The instructions say he has no limits."
"That sounds amazing. Do you have anything that you'd wish for? I'd think most of the other spells got you covered already."
"You think he is like a... Sex genie?"
"If it says, he has no limits, yeah? What else would he do?"
"It doesn't say anything about wishes here."
"Do you have anything specific in mind?"
Joy thinks about Seulgi's question.
"I don't know.... I guess... I guess me and my boyfriend could maybe..... I don't know... Improve something."
Joy feels awkward as she is admitting that her sex life isn't going as well as she'd like.
"I get it. Guys can be disappointing sometimes."
The two of them chuckle.
"What about you?"
Seulgi shrugs her shoulders.
"I've always wanted.... I don't know... A bigger chest? I love to touch them when I'm alone. But guys don't seem to be very interested."
"What are you talking about? You have... A nice chest."
"Well,"
Seulgi blushes a little more.
"I just wish it would be a little bigger. But I definitely don't want a doctor to do something, you know? That feels unnatural."
"And this doesn't?"
Joy raises an eyebrow and points at the book.
The two women laugh at the situation. Neither of them would've ever imagined having this conversation with each other.
"Stop playing with me."
Yeri rolls her eyes at Joy.
"A sex book? Please."
The youngest looks around the practice room.
"Is that some sort of prank? Where is the camera?"
"This isn't a prank, Yeri. Do you think I'd say something like that in front of a camera?"
Yeri sighs. She knows Joy wouldn't. But it still sounds like a joke to her.
"Who would even come up with that? Are you telling me wizards and witches are real?"
"I don't know. I just know it works."
Yeri hesitates. She can tell by looking at Joy's eyes that she does seem genuine. But she just can't understand the words that are coming out of her mouth.
"And the two of you really...."
She looks at Seulgi, who immediately blushes.
"Yes, we did."
Joy takes Yeri's hand.
"At least try it. What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"I still don't believe you. You want me to be there so you can summon some sex demon? Do you even hear yourself?"
"I-"
"Hi guys!"
Wendy greets the three girls as she steps into the practice room, Irene close behind. The girls all look at her with wide open eyes as if she just caught them doing something weird.
"We should get started. Our schedules are all full."
Irene takes the lead and the five of them soon start practice.
Joy feels a burning need inside of her as she continues to dance. She wasn't sure about telling Yeri all of this. But she knows the younger girl doesn't have a lot of experience yet. And now that she did it, her urge to finally do this last spell keeps on eating at her. Her whole body is asking for it. If this could really enhance her sex life with her boyfriend...
Seulgi keeps glancing at Yeri from time to time. Even for her it still feels odd to believe that all of this is true. But it makes sense. What happened that night at Joy's was not within her control. She could feel how something else influenced her actions. How her body was suddenly burning with lust for her friend. How good it felt when they made each other cum...
Yeri feels how the two older women look at her from time to time. She still doesn't believe them. But she can't help but daydream. A book with spells about sex? So far her sexual experiences have been rather disappointing. Not like there were a lot of them anyway. Maybe the book could help her out? Yeri almost has to laugh. Yeah sure. It's gonna make her a guy who knows what to do with her body. Who knows how to make her feel good. Who can be gentle. But also rough if she needs it....
After practice, Yeri has almost forgotten about Joy's and Seulgi's ridiculous idea. The two of them didn't talk about it again. After she got home, Yeri took a shower and put some new clothes on. She was just about to throw her outfit from practice earlier into the washing machine, when a note falls out of her pocket.
Yeri picks it up and reads what is written on it.
"You just need to read it out loud. Have fun."
The text underneath looks like a poem. The ending part seems to be written in Latin.
"Oh please. Very funny Joy."
She noticed it's the older girl's handwriting.
Yeri throws the note into the garbage and gets comfortable on the couch. She ordered something to eat earlier and is now preparing herself for a nice and relaxed night. Herself, food and Netflix. What else would she need to make this day any better?
She already put on something comfortable. Pink, fluffy jeans and a matching short crop top.

Just when she finished putting a blanket on the couch and rearranged the cushions, the doorbell rings.
Yeri's stomach is already calling out for the food as she walks towards the door.
"Thank you. How much is it?"
She smiles at the girl who hands her the tteokbokki.
She pays with her phone and closes the door behind her. After getting a pair of chopsticks and a chocolate bar out of the kitchen, Yeri gets comfortable on the couch. She turns on her TV. She's about to to open the container where the tteokbokki is in, when she sees a note on top of it. The note!
"What the fuck?"
Yeri quickly jumps to her feet and runs over to check the garbage. It's not in there. How the hell did the note move by itself? That's impossible.
She shakes her head and throws it back into the trash. Maybe she didn't throw it away earlier. But now she definitely did.
When Yeri sits back down on the couch, her eyes widen in horror. There is the note. On top of the container.
"What?"
Yeri doesn't know what to do. Is she drunk or drugged or something? Slowly realization hits her. Or is this magic? Did Joy really speak the truth? Is this possible?
With shaking fingers, Yeri picks up the note again. Maybe she should use the spell? If it's real, it might make her night even better. But what if- Joy said it isn't harmful.
Yeri hesitates for a little while, but eventually decides to go for it. Nothing is going to happen anyways.
"Here I go. The enchantment of lingering bliss. Very creative."
Yeri clears her throat and then starts to read.
"By the silken thread of desire’s dance,
I call forth pleasure with each glance.
Let every touch ignite a fire,
But leave the heart in sweet desire."
She pauses for second. Not exactly sure why. Yeri tries to feel something. But it seems like everything is the same.
"Per tactum lenem et ardorem quietum;
Gaudium augeatur, sed solutio vetetur."
Still nothing. At least that's what she thinks. The spell is already affecting her. A specific part of her body has just been disconnected from another one, until the spell wears off. Something deep inside of her.
"With breath held tight and senses keen,
Let longing rise, pure and unseen.
May bliss increase with every trace,
Yet never reach its final place."
Yeri holds her breath. But she still doesn't catch anything odd.
"I knew it."
She mumbles and throws the note onto the coffee table. As she takes the lid off the container, her fingertips suddenly tingle.
"What-"
Before she can even react, Yeri has already unbuttoned her jeans. One hand is diving inside, while the other slips underneath her top. Just moments later, she is already rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples at the same time.
"Oh, gosh."
Yeri's head rolls back. Pleasure overwhelming her, while she is still trying to figure out what happens.
"Oh, please. Just once."
Yeri almost starts crying as she looks at herself through the mirror. She is basically kneeling on the floor in her bedroom, right in front of her mirror. The dildo she owns is deep inside of her as she keeps impaling herself on it. She decided to keep her top on, while her jeans are gone. For some reason it makes her look much hotter. How her tits look so much better than usual. And how it shows off her tight midriff.
"I'm begging you..."
Yeri isn't talking to anyone in particular. Maybe her own body.
"Just this once."
A lonely tear rolls down her cheek.
For the past six hours, Yeri has been trapped at the very edge of the most intense orgasm of her life. Whatever she does, she can't take the next step and finally fall into the sea of pleasure she is longing for so much. Nothing seems to help. She tried so much already. Even put on some porn, while she was masturbating, but even that didn't help. Watching herself riding a cock was her last, desperate attempt for release.
Yeri can feel how she is almost there. How her sensitive walls grip onto the plastic inside of her. How her clit seems to burn as she keeps rubbing it furiously. She leans back, her other hand supporting her, and tries to make her tits look even bigger. Maybe when she looks like a real slutty whore, she might be able to cum. She is ready to degrade herself even further, if she needs to. Whatever it is, she'd do it now.
"What have you done to me, unnie?"
Another tear rolls down her cheek and she watches herself on and on as she keeps riding the dildo.
"I thought you'd never come."
Joy greets Yeri as she enters the room.
The newcomer glares at her.
"Last night was the worst night of my life. "
"Oh, don't exaggerate. But you now admit that magic exists, right? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Yes, just get it over with. I-I need it."
Her urgent glare tells Joy Yeri still can't orgasm. But it seems like her arousal and lust have died down.
"Okay, we're almost done with preparations."
Yeri looks around the room. The moonlight illuminates the walls, decorated with paintings of flowers and sceneries. Everything looks old. The reason for that is, that three of them are inside an old palace. Joy told her that the spell has to be executed at a specific place. But she didn't say, why she chose this palace. Or how she got a key.
Yeri sees Seulgi building a circle of flowers in the middle of the room. The book is lying at the center of it. Opened. She can see the part where it says all the participants need to be wearing similar, simple clothes. That's why the three of them are wearing their dress from their Chill Kill photoshoot.

"What do we need to do now?"
"Take this."
Joy hands her two red pieces of silk.
"The two of you need to put one of that into your hair. Like a bow. And the other needs to tie your wrists together."
"Why? And what about you?"
"I don't know why. The book says so. But I think it's to show the Incubus that we are not just asking him for something, but that we're also his servants. Kinda like give and take you know? We acknowledge that he is more powerful than us."
"Okay...."
Yeri is still not completely convinced. But the still burning desire to cum is getting stronger again.
"And I have to wear that red bow to, stand in the middle of the circle and cast the spell."
"Alright then. Unnie..."
Yeri calls for Seulgi and does as Joy told her. Seulgi stands outside the circle now, visibly nervous as Joy does the same to Yeri.
With a red bow in her hair as well, Joy steps into the circle of flowers and picks up the book.
"Alright."
She takes a deep breath.
"Here we go."
Both Yeri and Seulgi close their eyes. Not because they need to, but because their nervousness increases with every second.
"By the flames of desire and the shadows that entwine,
I invoke the ancient powers that dwell beyond time.
From the depths of the Abyss and the halls of dark pleasure,
I call upon the spirit of lust, the guardian of hidden treasure.
He who walks in dreams, he who feeds on longing -
I summon thee, Incubus, to this mortal plane!"
Joy's voice is the only sound in the room. Yeri digs a nail into the palm of her hand as she feels the temperature rising a little.
_"Venite, daemon libidinis, ex umbris aeternis;
Per sanguinem et carnem, te constringo, Sathariel.
Per ardorem infernum et lunam crescentem,
Maneas in vinculis mei voti, daemon carnis."
Seulgi raises her head. Now she is hearing more than just Joy's voice. It sounds like distant screams. Very far away. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. What if Joy is literally summoning the devil right now? What if they all go to hell?
"By the blood of passion and the crescent moon's glow,
I bind thee to this circle, spirit from below.
Manifest thy form, and heed my call;
Cross the veil between worlds and let desire enthrall.
I summon thee now, Sathariel, demon of ecstasy and night,
Appear before me and fulfill the pact under this moonlight."
A strong wind sweeps through the open windows and cools down the room again. Everything is silent again. No one is speaking a word. Yeri and Seulgi both hold their breaths.
And Joy?
"In the name of the dark Lord."
You curse and growl as you feel yourself being trapped. A moment ago, you were still at home, sitting on your throne, overlooking your own personal part of hell. Dedicated to people who committed sexual crimes in their lives.
As you now open your eyes, you look down on yourself. You're trapped in human form. How long has it been since the last time? The concept of time is different in hell than on earth.
You examine your hands. Then you reach for your chest. You grope it twice. You've seen bigger, but they feel nice and firm.
Joy feels like someone has taken over her body. It's not the same as with the spells. Before, it always felt like the magic just influenced her actions and she at least had free will to some degree. But now, someone else has taken over her body. Someone dark. She can't do anything. Only see what he sees. Only feel what he feels.
You take in your surroundings. Your eyes, or rather your host's eyes, fall on the two women, who stand with their backs towards you. Just like the ritual says, they both wear red bows and have their wrists loosely tied together.
With a snap of your fingers, the red silk tightens. The women gasp in surprise. You step closer and take a deep breath. They both smell amazing.
"J-Joy?"
Is that your host's name?
"What is your name, woman?"
Yeri shakes as she hears Joy's voice. It is definitely hers. But it sounds a little deeper. More evil.
"S-Seulgi."
Seulgi doesn't dare open her eyes.
"Seulgi."
For some reason the older girl relaxes a little as her name rolls off Joy's tongue.
"Korea it is."
You lean over the other girl.
"And you?"
Yeri jumps as she feels you whispering into her ear.
"Yeri."
Her breathless whisper makes you take a step back.
"Don't be afraid, girls. I don't bite. If you don't want me to."
Seulgi and Yeri exchange a worried glance.
"The two of you need to relax more. It'll be easier for all of us."
"W-Why?"
You chuckle as you place a hand on Seulgi's shoulder.
"Because you summoned me. And while I wander this earth..."
You place a kiss on top of Seulgi's head.
"you belong to me."
"E-Excuse you?"
Yeri finally turns around. She looks at Joy's body. It is hard for her to picture you inside of her.
"Didn't you read the whole book? Once you summon me, there's only one way to make me go back."
"A-And that is?"
"I must feel satisfied."
"You mean as in..."
"Yes, Yeri."
You reach out and place a finger under her chin.
"You must serve me, until you've probably satisfied me. Then, I'll leave."
"And if we don't?"
Yeri watches how an evil grin plays around your lips.
"Let me show you."
You grab her shoulders and turn her around again. Taking both girl's necks into each of your hands, you push them onto their knees. They both gasp in surprise and struggle against your grip. But they don't stand a chance. Pushing forward, you bend them over. After you've flipped up their skirts, you place a hand on each of their butts.
"The two of you definitely have potential. And I bet the third one does as well."
Joy feels ashamed as she can feel herself caressing her member's butts. This is not at all what she had in mind. Why is this person in control of her body?
"I haven't tasted a woman in centuries. I'm almost dying of thirst."
You pull both their panties to the side. Choosing Yeri as the lucky winner, you lean down and place a kiss on one of her cheeks. You spread them apart with one of Joy's hands, exposing the younger girl's holes. At the same time, you place your fingers on Seulgi's folds.
The two girls moan at the exact same moment. Yeri feels your tongue glide along her lips, while Seulgi feels how you push two fingers inside of her.
"Delicious."
You lick your lips and then dive in properly.
The two girls try to resist at first, but it's in vain. They try to fight their rising desires to feel pleasure. Their bodies can naturally tell that you are the gateway to eternal satisfaction. Their minds are still trying to think properly. But you know, they won't last long.
After a long night of edging herself without being able to cum, Yeri is the first who begins to crack. Her abs give up and her face is now on the floor. You keep eating her out, basically devouring that sweet cunt. Your fingers are flicking against her clit in a steady rhythm.
At the same time, Seulgi feels your fingers move in and out of her pussy. When you curl them upwards, she starts to lose it as well.
"Yes. That's good."
She moans. Not as loud as Yeri, but loud enough for you to smirk.
Although the two girls seemed clueless and unwilling at the beginning, they now seem to fully embrace the roles of being your new playthings.
Soon, you have them right where you want them.
"Ask me for it."
"W-What?"
Seulgi is barely able to hold it together.
"Ask for my permission."
"P-Please make me cum."
Yeri is the first to beg.
"I haven't cum in so long. Please."
You stop eating her out and push two fingers inside of her as well.
"Oh, gosh!"
You finger the two of them at the same time, watching how their bodies react. Yeri's tight pussy clenches down on your fingers and Seulgi's legs start to shake.
"Good girls. The more you cum, the stronger I get."
Yeri breaks first. It's probably the hardest she's ever had. After a whole night and a whole day of denial, her body releases all of that built up pleasure. She whines and moans, almost drooling on the floor as her orgasm overwhelms her.
Seulgi is no different. She climaxes a second later.
Both your hands are coated in their juices as you feel a familiar fire burn inside of you. It's still weak, but you know it's only gonna grow stronger.
"You're doing great, girls."
You give both of them appreciative spanks. As you do so, you can feel how Joy's body reacts. You feel what she feels. Her pussy is wet by now. But you still have another surprise in store for her.
"Let's see how long it takes, until you loose the ability to think."
You insert your fingers into their waiting pussies once more. Curling them upwards, you hit their g-spots every single time. The two of them moan and whine in union. You place your thumbs on each of their clits and start to rub them.
"Oh god, yes!"
Yeri almost squeals as you send even more pleasure through her system. You feel how Seulgi starts to move back against your hand, whenever you push your fingers forward.
It doesn't take them as long to cum as the first time. But now, they both climax at the exact same moment. You caught Seulgi's rushed ask for permission, but Yeri's mouth only let out wordless moans.
"You should've asked for permission."
You give Yeri's ass a slap.
"S-Sorry."
"Master."
A harder slap.
"S-Sorry, master."
"You are the bratty one of you three, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes, master."
"Better teach you a lesson, before it turns into a bad habit."
You raise your hand for another slap, but the fire inside your rises higher than you expected. Joy's body starts to change as your powers grow.
"Perfect timing."
You snap your fingers and a chair, which was standing in the corner, moves towards you. Sitting down on it, you reach for Yeri and Seulgi. You place Seulgi on your right, head resting on your thigh. And you put Yeri over your left thigh.
As you do all of that, Joy feels how her body changes as well. Something is going on underneath her dress. Her panties suddenly feel smaller. And she isn't really wet anymore. Rather.... Hard.
Realization hits Joy like a truck. She can see how a bulge forms underneath her dress. She has a dick!
You can feel Joy's surprise and horror. It makes you chuckle.
"Come on, Seulgi. Be a good girl and get to work."
You pull Joy's dress up. Seulgi's eyes grow wide as she sees your cock underneath Joy's panties. She needs to use her teeth to pull the panties down. Her hands are still tied behind her back. Carefully, she gives it a kiss. Then another one. And finally, Seulgi opens her mouth and takes the tip inside.
Joy groans inside of you. This the first time she ever felt this kind of pleasure. And it doesn't feel bad at all. Her brain becomes even more messed up as Seulgi continues her blowjob.
But you focus on Yeri now. One spank follows the other. You hit both her cheeks equally often. Each slap makes Yeri gasp and whine. While you enjoy Seulgi's lips around your cock, you don't stop hitting Yeri. Soon, her cheeks start to turn red.
"P-Please, master. I'll be good from now on."
"I don't think you'll be able to do that, honey."
"No, please."
You keep spanking the poor girl as Seulgi keeps sucking you off. She manages to take almost all of you into her mouth, but that means your tip grazes the back of her mouth from time to time, making her gag when that happens.
"You better hurry up, Seulgi. Otherwise, Yeri won't be able to sit tomorrow."
You feel the older girl speeding up.
"Master, I'll be a good girl. I promise."
Another spank shuts her up.
At the same time, Joy feels an unfamiliar pull around her core. Is this how it feels when a guy cums? It's different from her usual orgasms.
You push Seulgi's head down a little further, making her take every single inch, until her lips kiss your base.
The incoming orgasm makes you move your hand from Yeri's ass to her pussy. Once more, you start to finger her. Her cheeks glow red and her pussy already contracts around your fingers.
"P-Please, c-can I cum?"
Seems like she learned her lesson. For now.
"Please, master. I took your spanking so well, didn't I?"
"Cum."
You growl and Yeri shakes and whines on top of your thigh.
At the same time, Seulgi finally manages to make you cum. Or rather manages to make Joy cum. Sperm fills her mouth, threatening to spill out as it doesn't seem to stop. Seulgi hesitates for a second, but then starts to gulp it down.
"Finally."
You groan, feeling how the last of your powers has been restored. You get pushed out of Joy's body. Your host almost falls off the chair as she feels you leave, her orgasm still overwhelming her.
Looking down on yourself, you're curious what the three of them have cooked up. Your human form must be the combination of their ideal men combined. You notice your hard abs and your biceps. When you look at the three of them, you realize they're all staring at your crotch.
You almost laugh, amused by their wide eyes.
Joy, Seulgi and Yeri all have the same thought.
"No way in hell is that gonna fit."
Your cock is the biggest the three of them have ever seen. Joy can't help but compare you with her boyfriend. Just by looking it seems like you're at least three times longer than him. And around two times thicker as well.
As you step closer, you snap your fingers once more. The same red silk that is still wrapped around Seulgi's and Yeri's wrists now winds itself around Joy's hands as well.

Once you reach them, they all examine your cock closer. Seulgi carefully places her own arm next to it for reference. Her eyes seem to fall out of her head when she realizes you're almost as long as her whole arm.
"This is gonna be a long night for you, huh?"
You chuckle as you reach for the bow on Joy's head. She's sitting right in front of you so you move her head towards the tip. She keeps her eyes on it, but almost as if she is in a trance, she parts her lips and you glide into her wet mouth.
When Joy starts to suck you off, her tongue swirling around your tip from time to time, you reach out for the other girls. You pull them in as well, each on one side. The three of them use their mouths to pleasure you, while you just enjoy the show.
Joy keeps on trying to take more and more. You see how her lips stretch over your cock. Your tip hits the back of her mouth and forces her to gag. Yeri and Seulgi both kiss and lick along your length on both sides. Seulgi's eyes are closed and she seems to get really into it. Her kisses become sloppier. Yeri on the other hand still can't seem to wrap her head around how big you are. While she keeps doing her job, you feel her trying to wrap her hands around your cock. It takes both of them to go around just once. You see her gulp, knowing what is eventually going to happen.
"Don't worry."
You play with Yeri's hair.
"I'll take it slow at first."
She looks so pretty when she looks up at you, her lips glued to your cock. You can see the uncertainty in her eyes. But by caressing her cheek, you make a small wave of lust rush through her body. A second later, Yeri starts to get into it just as much as Joy. She now uses her hands to stroke your base, while her lips glide along your shaft.
"Good girl."
Your praise increases Yeri's lust even further. She can feel how much she is slowly getting turned on by pleasuring you. Until now, she was almost afraid you'd fuck her with such a big cock. Now, she can barely wait for it. She wants to at least try it.
"Naughty slut."
Your words are directed at Joy, who is slowly reaching her limit. She is trying to force your cock down her throat, but your tip is almost to big to fit.
"You have to do it slowly. Ease into it."
The longer Joy has your cock in her mouth, the wetter she becomes. Unlike Yeri and Seulgi, her lust has taken over her body for a while now. She is influenced by the book the most. As you slowly guide her head back and forth, you realize that by the end of the night, Joy might loose her free will. If she keeps this up, her urges will take over and she'll become a mindless sex toy for you.
You smile at the thought. It has been a while since your last toy.
You have finally warmed up Joy's throat enough. You push further and now she can take your tip down her throat. Not without gagging, of course. Spit falls onto the floor as she tries to take more than she can handle. You keep pulling her towards you, making Joy impale her throat on your cock.
When you now focus on Seulgi, you are surprised how well she is doing. She looked too shy at first, but it seems the book has already influenced her enough as well. Looking into her soul, you can tell what her fantasies are.
"We will need to prepare you, if you really want to take it."
"Please, master. Whatever you want."
Seems like she learns faster than Yeri. While the two other girls keep servicing your cock, you pick up Seulgi as if she weighs nothing and bend her over the chair. You hike up her skirt and snap your fingers.

A small metal object lies in your hand. You reach down and place it right on Seulgi's asshole.
"Wait! Is that-"
"Yes. Don't worry. It won't hurt."
You play with her cheeks, while you push the butt plug inside. It's not really big, but that will change soon. Seulgi feels how you push it into her tightest hole, making her moan. She always dreamed of doing this, but never tried. Now she regrets it. It feels amazing.
Once the butt plug is inside of her, you reach down and push your fingers into her pussy once more. Seulgi's moans begin to fill the room once more. While Joy and Yeri keep sucking you off, you fuck Seulgi with your fingers. You glance at the two other girls, when you notice a change. Yeri seems to have become greedy. She is now the one who is trying to fit your cock in her mouth, while Joy takes care of the rest of your cock. Which is not an easy task, but you feel her plump lips doing a good job.
"Damn."
Your head rolls back as you enjoy the two girls taking care of your cock. The last time you were summoned, you only had two girls to fuck. But these three looks so gorgeous, you wouldn't mind staying on earth a little longer. You can feel how your desire to finally fuck all of them keeps on growing. You've been playing nice so far. But soon enough, you won't be able to control yourself anymore.
"C-Can I cum, master? Please?"
Seulgi's shiness has now completely vanished as she shamelessly asks you for permission to cum.
"Do it. Be a good little slut."
Seulgi moans and whines as her body shakes and her pussy clenches onto your fingers. It seems like she has grown accustomed to have something inside her ass. You tap on the butt plug and start the progress. From now on, it's going to steadily grow a little bigger inside of Seulgi, until you pull it out. You're curious to what her limit is.
"Get all in a line."
You pick Seulgi off the chair and place her next to Joy, while Yeri kneels on Joy's right side.
Seeing the three of them lined up like that, you can't help but finally go for it. You lift Joy's dress, giving her butt a smack. The cock she got while you were inside of her disappeared as soon as you left. So now, you can enjoy her pussy to the fullest. You place you tip at her dripping wet entrance.
"Take deep breaths. Otherwise it won't fit."
Joy nods hesitantly.
You push inside. Slowly. Joy lets out a drawn out moan, which doesn't seem to end, until you stop moving. You doubt her pussy will be able to take much more than half your cock. But when you do push further inside, Joy feels how you hit her curvix.
Pleasure rushes through her system as you begin to fuck her properly. Every thrust feels so powerful and deep, Joy gets scared for her life, whenever you prepare to thrust inside of her again. Soon, her moans make it impossible for her to close her mouth. She starts to drool onto the floor. The two girls to her sides watch in awe and horror. Yeri can't wait for her turn. Her brain has basically switched off by now. Her gaze is focused on Joy's lips, which seem to be stretched out beyond repair. They tightly grip onto your cock, coating it in her juices.
Meanwhile, Seulgi can feel how the butt plug inside of her steadily grows. It doesn't hurt and is only slightly uncomfortable. But the new sensation feels way better than she thought it would. Then again, the plug is no way near your size. Are you really going to put that in her ass?
Seulgi feels a knot inside her stomach, just thinking about that. You'll probably break her ass. Just like what you're doing with Joy's cunt right now.
"Fuck! Master, please!"
Joy's mind has long given up. She has learned quickly and has turned into your personal pet. She is already addicted to the feeling of your huge cock inside of her. Whatever happens, she can't let you pull out.
"Let me cum, please. I'm a good whore for you, right?"
You spank her again.
"Your not even a whore. It would emply that you're good for something. But the only thing that's useful is your pussy."
"You're right, master. I'm sorry."
Joy's breathing becomes heavier as she tries to fight back her orgasm. She doesn't dare to cum without permission.
"So, what are you again?"
You hear her whimper.
"I'm my masters pet. His cocksleeve."
"That's right."
You thrust into her a little deeper, which makes her go cross-eyed. Her right cheek is pressed to the floor in a puddle of her saliva.
"Do you want to cum? All over my cock?"
"Yes. I need to do that. All over your cock inside of me."
Seulgi and Yeri barely register what is going on. The two of them are almost as far gone as Joy. They look at her pussy with envy as you keep stretching her out with every thrust. You aren't even going that fast or hard. But the pure size of your cock almost makes them cum too.

"I'll only let you cum under one condition. And afterwards, you won't ever need to ask for permission again."
"Yes, master. Please tell me. What do I need to do? I'd do anything."
"Good."
You lick your lips. That evil smile doesn't leave your face.
"Read the last page of the book."
"W-What?"
Joy's mind is barely able to comprehend what you said. After another snap of your fingers, the book lies in front of her, the last page opened. Her fuzzy brain ignores all the warnings on the upper half of the page. When she finally finds the right text, she starts reading it out loud, without knowing what it is.
"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,
I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.
My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.
From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.
In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.
Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."
Her vow gets interrupted by her own moans several times, but eventually, Joy finishes it.
You keep fucking her, letting her hang on the edge a little longer. Then you lean down as you feel a new found fire inside of you. There is no going back anymore.
"You're mine now."
You whisper into Joy's ear. And she can't hold it in any longer. She violently orgasms around your cock. Her pussy clenches onto your length with unbelievable force. More drool leaks out of her mouth and weak moans as well.
"That's it. The last part of your journey."
Your ability to cum isn't the same as the human one. You do cum, when you feel enough pleasure, but you can also orgasm on purpose. It doesn't feel as good, a little forced even, but it's part of the ritual.
And so you unload deep inside Joy's twitching body. You paint her pussy, shoot your load into her womb. You're claiming her body, after she has given herself to you. Your newly gained sex slave tries to catch her breath as she feels your warm cum literally flood all of her insides. Her whole body seems to heat up.
"Oh, god!"
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as you start to pull out of her messy pussy. She is so tight that it takes you a good half minute, until your whole cock is free again. You examine your work. Joy's gaped pussy is wide open, an unholy amount of cum leaking out of it.
You can't enjoy the view for too long though. The little brat on Joy's right has already turned around to suck her juices and your cum off your cock. Groaning, you look down on her.
"What a slut you are."
You reach over to spank her ass again. Yeri mewls, but keeps your cock inside her mouth. Her body jerks with every slap. Her cheeks turn red once more. When she finally does stop she looks up at you.
"Please, master. I just need it so bad. I'll be your pet too. Please?"
You shake your head.
"You need to learn some patience. Lie on your back. You take your punishment until I'm done with Seulgi."
Yeri nods, excited, because it seems easy. She lies down and moves her head. She watches you kneel behind Seulgi. The oldest is, just like Joy, bent over, ass up, face on the floor.
The butt plug wasn't a problem at first. But it has now become so big, that Seulgi is slowly losing her mind a little bit. Weak moans escape her lips. And she can't do anything, when she feels you tugging at the end of the metal object. It just makes her roll her eyes as more pleasure rushes through her system.
As you start to pull, the plug becomes smaller again. Once it's out, you look at Seulgi's open hole. Maybe now she'll be able to take at least some of your cock. You align yourself with her puckered ring and slowly push your tip in.
"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!"
Seulgi cries out. She's never been this stretched out. Not even in her pussy and definitely not her ass. She can't believe she is actually able to take you inside.
"Damned be the prince of darkness."
You curse under your breath. You expected Seulgi to be tight. But even after preparing her, this feels almost lethal. You're actually tempted to cum again already. Just to lube up her ass a little more. The plug produced a lubricant on its own. But it might not be enough now.
You feel how you hit Seulgi's limit deep inside of her. It makes her let out a weak yelp. Because she feels so unbelievably good, you almost forgot Yeri. You look at her now. Because her hands are still tied together, she can only rub her thighs against each other. But just making her watch won't be enough to break her. You snap your fingers.
When Yeri looks up, her eyes widen in fear. Three big red candles float above her body, right underneath the ceiling. They're all lit and soon, Yeri sees the first drop fall. She braces herself for the burning impact, biting her lips and closing her eyes.
"Ahh!"
The first drop hits her midriff. The hot wax burning her skin. Another drop. This one falls on her left cheek. Yeri moans in pain. She thought this would turn out to be horrible. But by the time the third drop lands on her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, she realizes how good it actually feels. And then she notices that she is completely naked. When did that happen?
You turn your attention back to Seulgi, who is still breathing heavily, trying to get accustomed to your cock as deep inside her ass as possible.
She starts groaning and whining when you begin to move.
"Slowly, please."
She sighs, but you don't listen to her.
"Don't you want to be a good girl? Like Joy?"
Seulgi tries to nod.
"Yes, master. I'd do anything for you too."
"Good. You have to understand that I come first. You're here to serve me. Your pleasure is just a byproduct of that."
"You're right, master. I'm sorry. Use my ass however you like. Just pound me as hard as you want."
You can almost see how Seulgi's brain melts. You fuck her asshole a little faster, stretching her out even more. Glancing to your right, you notice how Joy hasn't moved yet. Her pussy is almost the same shape as before again. She is definitely breathing, so that's a good sign.
Yeri on the other hand, isn't as quiet. The never ending mixture of pain and pleasure makes her slowly lose her mind. Her whole body is glazed with hardening red drops of wax. It won't take long, until the pain completely fades out. Then, the only thing Yeri will be able to feel is pleasure.
"Master, you-you're going to-Oh!"
Seulgi almost orgasms in that very moment. You can tell how very close she is to cuming. You fuck her ass even faster on purpose.
"Master, please? Can you let me cum? I'm begging you..."
You let the book slide in her direction.
"You know the drill."
Without hesitation, Seulgi starts to read. If this is the only way for her to cum right now, she'll gladly walk on that path. No matter what happens afterwards.
"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,
I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.
My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.
From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.
In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.
Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."
Once she said that last part, you push yourself even deeper inside of her. Seulgi lets out a cry.
"Cum."
Your order makes her thighs shake. Her pussy clenches around nothing, while her ass clamps down on your cock. That tight ring of muscles almost takes your breath away. You watch how Seulgi squirts onto the floor underneath her. Her gasps show her surprise. That was her first time.
Her brain is completely fried by now. And it only gets worse, when you cum inside of her as well. You breed Seulgi's ass, pushing your cum as deep inside of her as possible. Her tight hole tries to milk you dry.
You stay buried inside your new toy and look over to Yeri again. Her entire midriff is red by now. Some drops hit her tits as well. She isn't moaning or whining anymore. Just lying on her back, looking at you with glassy eyes. Whenever another drop falls, her body just jolts upwards for a second, but nothing else happens. Yeri has become numb. The only thing she can feel now is pleasure. You decide she's had enough punishment.
When you pull out of Seulgi, you watch how your cum leaves her asshole. It's gaping, just like Joy's pussy. You could almost fit your fist in there, if you wanted to. Just like Joy, Seulgi seems to have fallen into a deep slumber as well. Which is normal. The two of them will be back soon enough.
You now have Yeri all to yourself, without any distraction. When you walk towards her, you start to feel weird. This is odd. You thought your human form was the combination of their ideal man, like it always is. But now you start to change. Seems like Yeri has more than just guys with huge cocks in mind.
"U-Unnie?"
Yeri seems to recognize your new form.
"You're such a bad girl, Yeri."
Your voice belongs to a woman. It's cold and laced with disappointment.
"You really do like to be punished, don't you?"
"I-I'm sorry, unnie. Joy made me do it."
You almost have to chuckle as Yeri tries to throw her friend under the bus.
"Don't blame others. Just admit you're a bad girl."
You stand in front of her now. You realize that Yeri really does seem to like pain. You snap your fingers. The red silk around her wrists loosens. It flies into your hand. There, it turns black. Then hard. The end splits into two. Then four. Then eight. Small flames start to ignite on the tails of your wip.

"You know what to do."
Yeri quickly gets on her hands and knees. For some reason she suddenly is soaking wet at the sight of Irene standing in front of her, flaming wip in her hand.
She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. A wosh cuts through the air and a cry follows soon after. Yeri moans as she feels her right butt cheek burn like fire. Another hit makes her other cheek burn as well.
"Please, unnie. Not so hard."
Yeri whines, but you can see how her juices are dripping off her lower lips and onto the floor. You didn't expect her to get so wet by her leader punishing her. But if that's what she desires, if that's what she needs, if that's what makes her submit to pure pleasure, so be it.
As your body is in Irene's form, you keep lashing Yeri, while marveling at how beautiful Irene must be in real life. Too bad she isn't here. She'd really improve the status of your collection. Such a gorgeous woman.
You don't stop lashing Yeri, making her arms and legs shake. Her cheeks are glowing in the darkest red, the imprints of the whip clearly visible. You lost count by now, but you might be at whip stroke number fifty. Or a hundred. You lift the whip again.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!"
You stop, looking down on Yeri.
"G-Give me the book. I'll serve you. I want to. Please, master."
You sigh.
"That's gonna be a problem. In this form, I can't have a cock. And that means, I can't cum inside or on you, claiming you as mine."
"B-But..."
You can tell how close Yeri is to tears. She is now more afraid of not being your slave than she was the first time she met you.
"I could leave this form and take on my own, real form. It might not be for you though."
"No, it's okay master. Whatever you need to do to claim me."
You tilt your head back, closing your eyes. You can basically feel how Irene's form starts to go up in flames. When you step out of the small inferno, a very small part of Yeri's brain hesitates. It's the last part that is still thinking straight. She looks you up and down. Your red skin is marked by tattoo sin a darker red, almost as dark as her own cheeks. You're taller than before and more muscular as well.
When Yeri's gaze reaches your head, she thinks it'd be a turn off. But she's wrong. For some reason, she only becomes even wetter when she sees your horns. Like the ones of a ram, they almost build a circle on either side of your head.
"Get over here."
You growl, your voice way deeper than before.
Yeri follows your order. Scooting closer, she opens her mouth, ready to suck you off. But you have slightly different plans in mind. You grab her head and start to fuck her face. Your cock repeatedly hitting the back of her mouth. Yeri soon starts to gag, drooling all over herself and the floor.
"Damn. Didn't expect your mouth to feel this good."
Yeri is barely able to give you a proud smile.
She just kneels in front of you, hands in her lap. She takes your face fucking like a good girl. She seems to have learned her lesson.
"Pick up the book."
You make it slide across the room, until Yeri feels it hit her knee. She picks it up and you regretfully leave her mouth. You are about to stroke yourself as she starts to read, but Yeri's hand is already on your cock, before you can do so. She jerks you off, while she reads from the book.
"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,
I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.
My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.
From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.
In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.
Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."
"Damn."
You groan as Yeri's hand on your spit covered cock proofs too much. Even for you. Your load paints Yeri's whole face, covering it in cum. Her eyes are glued shut, her lips are covered by a heavy layer and her hair didn't get away without a couple of drops either.
You look at her as you relax. All three of them are now under your full control. In your presence, they now turn into obedient sex slaves, whenever you ask them to. They did it of their own free will. More or less.
"Oh, master. You're ruining me."
"That's the point."
Yeri keeps moaning as she looks down on herself. She is lying on her back again, while you fuck her pussy. Her belly is already bulging, after you came inside of her five times in a row. You never pulled out since the first time. Joy and Seulgi are kneeling on both of her sides. They lick and suck on her tits, while you pound her pussy.
"Master, breed me please..."
Yeri whines louder. She looks like she is a couple of months pregnant already anyway. You wonder if you could bulge her belly beyond repair, if you keep going. But you're getting impatient too.
"What a nice little cum dumpster you are."
You groan and fill Yeri with your seed for the sixth time.
When you slowly pull out, the four of you watch closely. As soon as your cock leaves her pussy entirely, all the cum inside of Yeri rushes out. Her messy, gaping, freshly fucked pussy is overflowing with cum. It doesn't seem to stop. Wave after wave leaves her body. The sticky fluid coats the floor between her legs.
You don't even have to say anything afterwards. Joy leans down and starts to lick your cum off the floor. She hums in satisfaction at the taste, her eyes blissfully closed.
"Just like that, Seulgi."
You groan as she keeps moving up and down.
When she finally confessed, you made her wish come true. It's only temporary, but now Seulgi has a bigger chest. Bigger than Joy or Yeri.
You feel her soft tits around your cock as she moves up and down your length. Her hands keep them together and she catches your tip with her mouth, whenever she is on the way down. Joy and Yeri both kneel next to her, waiting for your last orgasm. The sun is slowly coming up and the three of them have to go back to their normal lives. It'd be too suspicious if they all just stayed here until forever.
"M-Master, can you tell me how much you love my tits?"
Seulgi is still a little shy. You chuckle at her eagerness, knowing she always wanted this.
"They feel amazing, Seulgi. So soft and so big. They look perfect."
You feel her speeding up a little at your praise.
"Would you like to cum all over them?"
"Of course. How can I not, when they are so beautiful?"
Seulgi almost experiences a mini orgasm at your words, without any proper stimulation.
The sight of the oldest with her tits around your cock and the other two girls patiently waiting makes you finally reach your climax. You stand up and three girls open their mouths and stick their tongues out.
A moment later, you cum all over their faces. Like before, you cum a lot more than humans. But this time it's a lot, even for you. Their faces are soon completely covered and dripping with cum. If you'd close your eyes and they'd change places, you couldn't tell who is who.
The last two shots are dedicated to Seulgi, painting her tits in a beautiful white. Once you're finally finished, Joy leans over and puts your cock into her mouth. She starts cleaning it off. Meanwhile, the other two girls start to clean her face.
After the three girls look presentable again and are ready to leave, you open the book once more. This new century semes to be way more interesting then the last time you were here. You decide that you'll need to extend your vacation. After all, you are the personification of human pleasure. It'd be a shame if you wouldn't help out some of the humans at least a little bit.
The three girls watch, how you go up in flames and the book falls to the ground, closed. Then it opens on its own. The pages start turn themselves faster and faster. The letters on every page vanish, until the book reaches the last page. The dark ink disappears.
Joy picks up the book. They are their old selves. But slightly different. They remember everything that happened. They know you own them now. And they love it.
New words appear on the page. This time written with red ink.
"See you soon, girls."
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Hi everyone! Happy Halloween!
This might come out a little late for some people but I hope you can still enjoy it nonetheless.
Since this was originally a request from last year and this year again, I thought I should definitely write it. And I turned it into a Halloween themed fic, which was a rather spontaneous idea.
Have a great day!
#kpop#kpop smut#kpop girls#kpop gg#male reader#halloween#happy halloween#irene red velvet#wendy red velvet#red velvet joy#red velvet seulgi#red velvet yeri#red velvet smut#red velvet
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Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?
Reckless Attack ❣
Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. ❥ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. ❥ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. ❥ Act 2 spoilers. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!
An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.
Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.
Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didn’t go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.
Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.
A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.
Well.
Fuck.

ASTARION
"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. “Don't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!”
Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.
They look away.
"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?” he mocks. Astarion’s visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. “Allow me,” he murmurs to her, gentler.
Shadowheart’s inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarion’s next string of words: “I’ll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldn’t know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.”
“Sure,” Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good night’s rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.
This time, it is different.
They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.
Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.
“Hey, it’s fine,” they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."
Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."
"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.
"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.
"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"
They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.
Fuck. Their head spins in circles.
"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"
"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."
Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.
"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"
"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"
"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"
"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.
He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.
At least there, they will be safe.
"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."
Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.
He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.
"Astarion," they plead.
He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.
"I almost lost the sun of my life today."
When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.
"It will not happen again."
GALE
"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.
He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."
His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.
"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"
"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.
Oh no. He knows that look.
They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?
No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."
"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"
"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.
Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?
He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.
"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.
"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."
The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?
No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.
"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."
He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.
"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.
They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.
"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.
KARLACH
"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.
They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.
"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."
Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.
All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.
Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."
"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."
Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.
She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.
She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."
"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."
Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."
"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."
"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"
"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"
"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.
"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"
Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.
"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.
"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."
"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."
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❛ 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀 ⎯ nicholas a. chavez


₊˚⊹౨ৎ 𝓐'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: enjoy this little piece i wrote at 3am instead of sleeping.... (while im working on longer fics 🫣) 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. public sex!!! oral (fem!receiving), choking, overstimulation, almost getting caught i guess? 𝘄𝗰. 864 | 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥!
"you're doing so good for me, doll. this pussy tastes like fucking heaven", nicholas' raspy voice reached your ears, and your hips bucked, the sound vibrating against the skin of your thigh, making you gasp in sensitivity. the cold surface of the sink counter against your burning skin made you twitch uncontrollably — your head lulled back, resting against the mirror behind you. your knuckles turned white from the tight grip you had on the counter, and you muffled a sigh that threatened to leave your throat when nicholas pressed a wet, messy kiss right on your clit. if it wasn't for his strong grasp on your thighs, you'd be falling forward at the sensation.
"i can't take no more, nic. please", you cried, although you weren't sure what you were asking for — for him to stop or continue. the man cooed softly, his hand travelling up your body to close around your throat, ensuring no more sounds left your mouth.
"shh, baby. you don't want your parents to hear, do you now?", he sent you a filthy, open-mouthed smirk, his lips and chin completely covered in your sweet juices — due to his restless assault on your pussy.
you nodded the best as you could, the realisation hitting you like a brick — you were, indeed, on a family gathering. your parents and sister were just downstairs, clueless to what was going on in their own bathroom. the thought made a rush of excitement run down your spine, your spent hole clenching around nothing as you watched your boyfriend, kneeling between your legs, worshipping you like there was no tomorrow.
nicholas kept your gaze as he lowered himself yet again, his teeth digging into your thigh with enough force to leave a mark — which was always his goal.
your chest heaved with uneven breaths, and you were unable to make a sound — even when your boyfriend's tongue darted out to lap at your pussy eagerly. soft hum left his mouth, the sound vibrating against your core, making you twitch, your eyes rolling back into your head. he watched with hooded eyes as your mouth opened in a silent moan, gaze full of pride and playful satisfaction. the obscene sounds of his restless assault on your pussy filled the bathroom as nicholas lapped at your cunt greedily, the hand around your throat tightening, soft groans leaving his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue.
"dirty, dirty girl", he tutted between licks, watching as you struggled to breathe, enjoying the fact that you weren't able to reply. he sucked your little button into his mouth, tongue tracing soft circles around it, making you see stars — with a little to no effort. "what would your parents say if they saw you like this? completely at my mercy, letting me eat her out like a little slut in their own bathroom? bet they'd be disappointed".
tears began to flow down your cheeks, your breath coming out in short gasps. nicholas' hand left your throat, his arm wrapping around your thigh as if he didn't want to let you go. his eyes followed your every reaction, making sure you were enjoying the movements of his skilled tongue on your abused cunt. he kissed your pussy just the way he'd kiss your lips — stroking his tongue over your puffy clit before softly sucking it into his mouth, groaning into you purposely. just as you were about to fall over the edge, again, you heard a soft knock on the door. you had expected nicholas to get up from the floor, but instead he doubled his effort on you. now spelling his own name on your clit with his tongue, making sure you could feel every single movement of his mouth on you, his eyes clouded with lust, gaze both challenging and teasing.
your eyes were wide, the pleasure in your lower stomach getting more intense with each passing second, as you vainly struggled to get up from the counter, panic filling your whole body when you heard your sister's voice.
"y/n? nick? are you alright?", she sounded so concerned, you almost felt bad — almost, as fireworks erupted in your stomach, and you were cumming all over your boyfriend's face, loud moan leaving your mouth before you could stop it.
nicholas lapped at your cunt, eagerly and greedily, not missing a drop of your sweet release, his eyes falling closed as he lost himself in the moment.
"o-oh! yes, we're alright. i-i just have a— a terrible stomachache", you weren't sure how you managed to keep your voice steady. tears were running down your cheeks at the overstimulation, as nick swallowed every single drop of your nectar, his lips now ghosting over your sensitive and utterly spent pussy.
"get it. if you need anything, we're downstairs. make it quick!", you could hear the concern in your sister's voice before she made her way back downstairs.
"you are a fucking idiot", you whisper-screamed as nicholas got up from his knees, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your thighs.
"oh, come on. you loved every second of it", he grinned sheepishly, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead.
you didn't argue.
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𓍊𓋼~Day 3: Daddy/mommy~𓋼𓍊
Type: Multi headcannons
Description: Yeah I'm posting day 3 on the 10th...look I tried, I swear but I'm lazy lmao. Basically just some scenarios where the reader calls characters mommy/daddy. Soft mommy and daddy moments as well as...not so soft ones... hehe
Rating: Very explicit, read at your own risk
Reader: GN throughout, bottoms
Includes: Billy Kid, Diluc, Lyney, Arlecchino, Dehya, Mauvika, Zhongli, Albedo, Itto, Aether, Ninguang, Xilonen, Navia, Kinich, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Ayato, Neuvillette, Kazuha, Xiao, Heizou, Childe, Mona, Furina, Kaeya, Dottore, Capitano, Wriothesley, Eula, Scaramouche, Cyno, Ororon, Yae Miko, Raiden, Kujo Sarah, Chlorinde, Beidou, Lisa
Soft Daddy~
He'd groan deeply as you softly moaned out that name, his breaths shortening as his excitement took hold of him. It just sounded so good coming from you..
You'd sharply inhale as he bit down on your shoulder, grinding his hips into yours while the name left your lips again, "Mnnn yes daddy, right there. Please~"
-Cyno, Billy Kid, Ororon, Kinich, Albedo, Xiao, Tighnari, Kaeya, Heizou, Kazuha, Ayato, Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Lyney, Aether
Rough daddy~
"Ahhh! F-fuck daddy!" You'd scream, nails digging into your pillow case as pleasure overwhelmed your body.
He'd be rutting himself in you so deeply, faster and faster as that special word left your dirty mouth again and again. Nothing can stop him now, he needs you, he needs you to be fucked harder then you've ever been. And he needs it now.
-Dottore, Capitano, Wriothesley, Diluc, Scaramouche, Itto, Childe, Zhongli
Soft mommy~
"What do you say? Be a good pet now and use your manners..."
She'd smirk, looking down at you with amused eyes. She loves it when your under her spell like this, helpless under her gaze and quivering like it's your first time. You're completely hers in everyway and you know it.
"P-please mommy, please! I...I'll do anything!"
-Yae Miko, Lisa, Xilonen, Mona, Beidou, Mauvika, Ninguang, Navia, Furina
Dommy mommy~
"Say it again!"
Strands of your hair would catch on her fingers as she yanked it, forcing you to open your mouth while her thick strap dragged in and out of you with no remorse.
You'd be a puddle beneath her, drowning in heat as you tried to call her what she wants, "M-mnmmmm! M-mom-myyy! Nggh! Ahh!" You can't, you're so far gone on her cock you can't speak, just scream incoherent sounds as she fucks into you harder.
-Raiden, Kujo Sarah, Eula, Arlecchino, Dehya, Chlorinde
Full kinktober list: here
#𓍊damushroomguy𓍊#kinktober 2024#genshin smut#billy kid smut#ororon genshin#kinich smut#xilonen#mauvika#diluc smut#xiao smut#alhaitham smut#neuvillette smut#arlecchino smut#itto smut#zhongli smut#wriothesley smut#kazuha smut#kaeya smut#albedo smut#ayato smut#heizou smut#navia smut#childe smut#cyno smut#tighnari smut#dottore smut#capitano smut#scaramouche smut
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Bambi being overstimulated and crying in pleasure when Chris eats her out for the first time (he never wants to stop eating her out either💕🤭)



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chris prys your legs apart, licking his lips hungrily as he stares up at you with a lustful expression clouding his eyes — you're breathing heavily and whimpering slightly from the way his eyes rove over you, your lower lip caught in between your teeth as he brings you closer to him.
"can't wait..." chris mumbles, trailing kisses along the innermost part of your thighs, hands gripping your plush brown flesh as his breath fans over your dripping heat, "to have a taste."
the music playing downstairs blares throughout the speakers, perfect to drown out the events to soon take place — chris's eyes stay on yours as he leans forward, slowly licking a stripe up your folds eliciting a quiet gasp from you.
"wan' hear all those pretty noises when i eat it, hear me?" chris grins, causing you to nod your head, wriggling your white painted toes in excitement, "wan' everybody to hear you loud and clear..."
without warning, chris dives forward and licks another stripe up your folds — your head is thrown back when he attaches his mouth to your swollen bud, sucking and nipping at it. his nose brushes against your clit as his large hands sink further into your skin, pulling you as close as possible. broken moans escape your lips as your legs wrap around his head tightly, causing him to groan into your pussy as he laps at you like a starved dog.
you grind your pussy against his face, manicured nails tugging at his curls as his tongue does all sorts of tricks on your clit — his head moves up and down, side to side and you're pretty sure he's spelled his full first name as he devours you. "oh gosh, please, right there!"
chris's blue eyes are focused on your blissed out expression, the way your head lolls to the side whilst your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation he brings you — he subtly rolls his hips into the bed, groaning into your pussy which sends vibrations throughout your core.
"fuck, so good!" you moan loudly, as chris's tongue moves faster, "oh fuck-"
he grins into your pussy, one of his hands coming up to rub tight, fast circles on your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy with his tongue.
"oh gosh!" you moan, your back arching as your toes curl.
chris can feel your legs trembling around his head, signaling how close you are — he comes up momentarily, your juices coating the stubble on his chin. "can feel you squeezin' my head baby. y'close?"
"s-so close," you moan, "please, i need-"
chris dives right back into your pussy, slurping your essence up as he continues rubbing circles on your clit while his mouth nips and sucks at your bundle of nerves — your loud moans and whines carry throughout the entire room, yet you didn't care; all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that chris was causing you as you felt the tight coil in your stomach threaten to snap.
"m'gonna c-cum..." you moan, tugging on his curls harshly, "i-i-"
a loud pornographic moan of chris's name leaves your lips as your legs spasm, head thrown back as you release all over his face — but chris doesn't stop. he laps up your juices, tongue picking up every last drop causing you to try and wriggle out of his grip.
"m'sensitive," you whine, as chris continues lapping at your sensitive bud, "chriss..."
only then he comes up for air, his face decorated in your juices ��� it drips down his chin, his face shiny with arousal as he smirks up at you.
"gonna let me go again, sweetheart?"
#kiwi's love letter 💌#dealer!chris#bambi!reader#dealer! chris sturniolo#dealer chris#sturniolo#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#the sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo headcanon#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#christopher owen sturniolo#christopher sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fandom#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets imagine#sturniolo triplets smut#sturniolo triplets imagines#sturniolo triplets x reader#sturniolo x reader#sturniolos#sturniolotriplets
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This is my first time writing smut, so I hope it’s good!
English isn’t my first language, so there might be some spelling mistakes.
I’m open to requests, so feel free to send me your ideas!
Warnings: Established relationship, smut, cockwarming, MDNI, Unprotected sex.
- Shh, darling... don't move. I'll never finish this paperwork.
You just moaned in response, burying your face in his neck. How dare he ask you to calm down while he was still so deep inside you? You felt his every movement, the slow writhing in the warmth of your walls, each pulse of his thick length leaving your intimacy so wet that it seemed to beg for more - waiting for him to finally fuck you the way only he knew how.
- I can't take it anymore... please, love... ‐ you murmured, sprinkling wet kisses on his neck and collarbone, squeezing him with your pussy in a mute plea for him to drop all those stupid roles and concentrate on what really mattered: you.
- Damn... uhg... don't do that, baby. That's a low blow - he grunted, putting his hands on your waist.
You moaned lowly, rolling subtly against him, seeking the friction you craved - only to be suddenly restrained by a firm grip and a hot, authoritative slap on the ass.
- That's it. Stay still or I won't let you cum.
You stopped instantly. He didn't joke about that. The last time you'd doubted, he'd ruined every one of your orgasms... and you still remembered the delicious torture. Now, if the price for being fucked well was to obey and wait, so be it. You kept quiet, even though every part of your body was begging for more.
- Good girl.
The nickname made you blush, even though you tried not to show it. But the way your body reacted, squeezing him even tighter by reflex, gave you away. You ignored your wounded pride, snuggled back against his chest and buried your face in his neck, trying to distract yourself.
Bruce wasn't much better either. Every contraction of his warm walls brought him closer to the edge. He was trying not to grab you and fuck you like a fucking animal. You were his paradise - tight, hot, receptive - and even though his instincts were screaming, he loved to tease you. Just a little more, he told himself.
From time to time, he would sink in with a slow, deep thrust just to hear you whimper and then go back to work as if nothing had happened. When the last piece of paper was put aside, he finally turned his face to you. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, like someone fighting an internal war. Bruce smiled and kissed your temple. You opened your eyes with tears caught in the corners and a look so full of desire that it made him contract inside you.
- That's my girl... you've behaved so well, deserves a reward.
You nodded, desperate. Just one more minute and you'd lose control.
- All right... I'll take care of you, princess.
His kiss was fierce and sweet at the same time. His lips took yours thirstily, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. And then you felt it. The first thrust. Slow, but firm. You moaned against his mouth and he gripped you tightly. The hands on your waist were intense, firm.
You knew you'd be booked the next day, but you didn't care. Not when he was fucking you like that. Not when he knew you so well.
Each thrust was precise, right to the point that made you scream. His name escaped your lips in loud moans that would echo through any hallway in the house. Bruce also moaned hoarsely, enjoying every contraction of your pussy enveloping him to perfection.
- Bruce... there... ah... right there...
You were drunk with pleasure, throwing your neck back, offering your skin for him to kiss, suck, bite. He alternated between thrusting and exploring with his mouth, devoting himself to every part of you as if it were sacred. His tongue went down to her breast, circling her button as his hips accelerated. It was too much. It was perfect.
- Bruce... I'm... I'm close...
- I know, love. Give it to me. Lick me with your juices.
He was on the edge too, but he wanted you to come first. One hand went down to your clitoris and began to trace precise circles. You screamed. The thrusts got faster. You squeezed him hard, making him moan loudly and praise you between sighs.
Your eyes rolled back, his name escaping in a scream as you came - intense, wet, rapturous.
He came straight away, spurting into you with powerful thrusts, prolonging your orgasm as long as possible. Your body trembled, but he held you tightly, glued to you, as if he never wanted to part.
- So good for me...- he whispered, stroking your hair and kissing your lips tenderly, now with a lazy, passionate touch.
You cuddled up against him, feeling the fluids of the two of you mingling, with him still inside you, and after you'd calmed down he finally said
- Come on, love... let's wash up.
He lifted you with ease, carrying you to the bathroom. You smiled, hugging him. After being fucked so well, you'd still be pampered by your husband.
#batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#Bruce wayne x Black!reader#dc comics#bruce wayne smut#bruce wayne x y/n#smut
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just a sleepless night.
han taesan x reader
a sleepless night w taesan & yn, making up scenarios, taesan has baby fever lol thought of this while reading through taesan's weverse replies last night <3 lowercase is intended. pls ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes! enjoyy
wc: 1,174
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"psst...hey...darling, you awake?"
yn ln shifts under the covers, turning over to face the boy who was whispering into her ear. "yeah...what's up?" she asks, voice just as quiet. "nothing...i just can't sleep, and since you're moving around so much i just assumed you couldn't either" han taesan says, smiling softly as his girlfriend's face came into view, her features clear to his eyes thanks to the hint of light that escaped from the crack of her bathroom door - she couldn't sleep in full darkness, not that she could sleep right now anyways.
yn hummed, scooting closer to him. "yeah...can't sleep...what should we do?" she asks, a hand reaching out to stroke the blonde-ish strands out of his face. "we could just...talk? i don't know" taesan's voice is breathy, with a slight rasp - being that they were so late into the night. "yeah, let's do that" she replied, her fingers still dancing in his hair. "what do you want to talk about, sanie?"
the boy grunted slightly as he moved to lay fully on his back, prompting her to do the same just centimeters beside him. they stared up at the ceiling now, unconsciously giggling at the unevenly placed glow in the dark stars that scattered against it.
"why do you even have these stars up? they barely glow" he says, head tilting to the side, pressing up against hers. "i begged my dad to put them up there when i was like six years old...i just can't reach high enough to take them down" her eyes glisten with the fondness of her childhood memories, dimples seeping into her skin as she smiled.
"were you always afraid of the dark?" taesan moved again, laying on his side to face her; she still laid on her back. yn nods, "mhm...it was worse as a kid though...my parents took turns staying with me till i fell asleep so i wouldn't be scared" the boy sighs, "and now i'm the one doing that for you" she rolls her eyes, "hey, you're only staying over here because my parents are gone for a week, okay?!" she scoffs, jokingly slapping his chest. "otherwise i wouldn't have to be sharing my bed with a giant like you" - "well you wouldn't be if you weren't so scared of being alone!"
silence took over for a moment.
"later...in the future, when we have a daughter..." the boy starts, prolonging his words out of sudden shyness. "mhm..." the girl follows, turning her gaze towards him and signalling for him to continue. "...i wonder what she'll be like..." he trails off, head going to space. yn giggles, "nothing like when you were a kid, i hope".
taesan shoots her a nasty glare, one she could only sort of see with the lack of a brighter light present. "but you know what they say, darling...the daughter is always the most similar to her dad" his voice is shaky as he speaks while stretching his arms out, wrapping them around her body and pulling her towards his chest. "that's true...i mean i'm practically just a mini version of my dad...shit...still, hope she's less of a handful than you were, though" the boy laughs, pressing a kiss to the girl's head. she smiles at him, drawing mindless shapes against the thin cloth of his t-shirt.
"any name ideas? you know, for our beloved daughter" he raised an eyebrow, and she nods enthusiastically - well, as enthusiastic as she could be at this hour. "i really love the name vivienne" taesan's eyes sparkled, "oh, i like that...han vivienne..." yn blushed at his words. she's imagined all kinds of stuff like this before, but the fact that he was just as into it as she were made her stomach turn and heart pound out of her chest.
"you okay?" the boy's sudden inquiry takes her by surprise. "yeah, why?" he just smirks, leaning over so that his eyes were leveled with her own. "nothing...i just, i could feel your heart beating just now...is it this conversation? does it make your heart race?" something about the way he spoke; so taunting, yet there was a hint of genuine concern laced within his teasing tone. yn gulps, "yeah, honestly..." she pauses, thinking of what to say, but he speaks for her.
"yeah, me too"
taesan laid on his back again for the nth time, scratching the back of his head before it made contact with her soft pillow. "i can't wait to meet our daughter...our vivienne...hope she looks like me" yn laughed at the excitement evident in his complexion as she moved to lay against his chest again. "it'd be kind of weird if she didn't look like you, sanie...i mean you are her father" he chuckles, nodding his head in agreement.
"we won't be meeting her any time soon, though...so don't get your hopes up - we can wait till after i finish uni...maybe" he pouts, "what do you mean maybe? do you not want to have a little family with me?" she rolls her eyes at his dramatics, playfully pinching his nose the way her mother used to when she was a kid. "ow! that hurt" taesan whines and it makes her wonder, why on earth she was dating a giant baby?
"you're so mean to me, darling...can't you kiss the pain away?" the boy has on a wide smirk now, laughing at the look of disbelief on her face. "you're so annoying...how do you expect to have a kid when you still act like one?" he rolls his eyes, pulling her up and closer by her waist. "i promise to stop if you kiss me"
who was she to say no to that?
the girl leans in, her lips crashing softly onto his. the boy's hands roam around her back, scrunching up the fabric of her t-shirt. they parted for a second, just to catch their breaths. "you promise to stay with me, right? till the day we get married, till the day we meet our vivienne?" she's confused as to why he was getting so incredibly sappy and loving at the moment, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. "hurry up and promise me, i need to know before we start kissing again" he whines, hands remaining stationed on her hips. she smiles, "i promise"
han taesan grins with his teeth and all, pulling her back into his embrace as their mouths looked for each other's. the silence of the room at this hour was replaced by the happy sighs that escaped from their kiss. they were happy to be here, they were glad they couldn't sleep that night. as the kiss got deeper and more passionate, yn ln suddenly lets go with her eyebrows furrowed.
"what's wrong, darling?" he asked, seriously worried. she just shook her head, giggling softly. "nothing...it's just..." she trails off, amused by the horrified look on his face.
"what if we end up having a son?"
...
"let's just hope we don't cause that kid's definitely gonna be a handful"
the end.
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i want girl dad taesan 💔💔💔💔💔 im not ready for taesan & hakie content w kids again im too unwell and crazy for that 💔💔💔 anyways i hope u liked this fic <3 love u always pls send reqs bcs idk what to write anymore 😭 love, kona.
#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor drabbles#bnd x reader#taesan#han taesan#han taesan x reader#taesan x reader#bnd taesan#taesan imagines#boynextdoor taesan#taesan scenarios#han dongmin#boynextdoor fanfic#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor headcanons
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Batfam and Danny, Part 29
Jason: Hey Danny.
Danny: Hey.
Jason: You know my friend Roy. He's Arsenal, we've gone on a few mission together.
Danny: Yes?
Jason: So recently... well since before you and I even met, him and I have been close. And recently talked and decided to- ah-
Danny: You and your friend with benefits have decided to formally become boyfriends.
Jason (blushing): Yes.
Danny: Congrats.
Jason: Thank you. But I wanted to ask you something.
Danny: What?
Jason: Roy and I talked, and we would like to move in together. Yes it might a bit of a leap given we just started dating, but on the other hand we have been going on dates, been acting like a couple, and been... enjoying each other's company for the last eight months, so we've basically been a couple for that long.
Danny (laughing): "Enjoying each other's company?" Tell me, how have you and Roy been "enjoying each other's company."
Jason (blushing): None of your concern. Anyways, the two of us would be living with Roy and his two-year-old daughter, Lian. Thing is neither of our apartments are big enough for the four of us, so we are thinking about buying a house in the suburbs. But I wanted to ask you first.
Danny: Sure, I won't mind having another little sister. What about Lian's mom? She in the picture?
Jason: Lian's mom, Jade, works for the League of Assassins, she comes by once in a while. Strangely enough Lian and Damian came about in similar ways.
Danny: Seriously? What's up with vigilantes having drunken one night stands with League of Assassin members?
Jason: I'm not sure... Wait we're getting of topic. Are you sure? Again you'll be living with my new partner, and a two-year-old. Don't just say yes for my sake.
Danny: Yes I'm sure, it'll be fun. And I don't think you can call the guy you've been going on dates with, been acting like a couple with, and whose "company" you've been enjoying for the last eight months, your "new" partner.
Jason (smiling): Shut up, I meant in the sense we only just became boyfriends. I'll talk with Roy, and we'll start looking at houses.
Danny: So... when is your boyfriend going to become my new dad?
Jason (flustered): D- Danny!
Danny: Just wondering... One other question.
Jason: What?
Danny: If you and Roy decide to have kids together through adoption, cloning, magic, or whatever, what will their last name be?
Jason (laughing): Roy and I have talked about that, and agreed that if we ever have a kid together their last name will be Todd-Harper-Queen-Wayne.
Danny: Hmm, I don't Bruce will be happy that Wayne comes after Queen.
Jason: If your grandfather wants to be a baby about that, then that's his choice. Now stop asking questions and finish your homework.
Danny (saluting): Yes sir!
[A few weeks later]
Roy: And that's the last of the boxes.
Jason: Now we just need to get everything into place.
Roy: This place is beautiful, I still can't believe we managed to get it so fast.
Jason: Money makes the world go 'round.
Roy: Ah yes, my boyfriend and is deep pockets.
They kiss.
Danny and Lian: Ew.
Jason: Shut up.
Roy (laughing): Leave them be.
Jason (smiled and shook his head): Danny mind emptying some of the boxes in the kitchen?
Danny: Sure.
Lian: Can I help?
Roy: Sorry sweety, why don't you go play with your toys instead?
Lian: No!
Danny (kneeling down next to Lian): Do you mind if I borrow Teddy for a minute? Lian looked up at Danny and handed him her teddy bear. Danny casted a spell and it and the teddy bear started moving.
Lian (gasp): Teddy's moving!
Danny: Why don't you keep him company.
Lian: Ok!
Roy (to Jason): I like your kid.
Jason (to Roy): Yeah Danny's amazing. I like your kid.
Roy (to Jason): Yeah Lian's great.
Jason: Why don't we go unpack Lian's things? Danny can handle his own things later.
Roy: Ok, let's go.
(Master Post)
Character ages:
Roy - 22 (A few years back he took Oliver's last name so his full name is Roy Harper-Queen)
Lian - 2 (full name Lian Harper-Queen Nguyen)
Jade - 23
#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp#dp x dc#jason todd#red hood#roy harper#red arrow#arsenal#danny fenton#danny phantom#lian harper#jason x roy#red hood x arsenal
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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .









loud n sassy — ❝ EMFMETER .ᐟ READER ❞
⚠︎ meet fré . . . her full name is fréquence, the french spelling of frequency—which was chosen for the fact that she can detect frequencies and wavelengths. when the winchesters are using their trusty emf to scour an abandoned home for ghosts, the witch who owned the building arrives. she blew some strange powders at the duo, making them cough and swipe their faces, the one holding the object dropped it immediately. next thing they knew when the smoke cleared was the witch was now absent, and their tool was now a girl in lace underwear and boots, her ears ringing with static and eyes flickering red. "there's a ghost in the next room over!" she shouted, making the shocked brothers flinch at her loudness.
the shared dream ! . . . sam and dean never thought they'd be okay with being attracted to the same girl, let alone agree to share her. but when fré appeared in front of them, they knew they were doomed. "we're completely whipped." sam would say, with dean following in with a "yeah. but, dude, she's hot." all while they were admiring her frustratingly yell at their other emf meters, saying she was the only one they needed.
blaring sensations ! . . . she can sense and talk to ghosts, and much like her previous form, she lights up with red and lets out crackling static sounds when she detects them.
volume on high ! . . . despite not being able to hear properly, fré absolutely loves music! she always has headphones in with the volume all the way up, listening to all different kinds of music to silence the constant ringing in her head.
hand in hand ! . . . she's always holding onto the boys' hands due to being held by them as an emf, pouting when she has to let go so they can properly hold their weapons during a hunt. "how are we gonna protect you from the big bads if we can't properly swing and shoot?" dean would ask to try and get it through to her that she can't hold onto them the whole time. "but i'm always in your hands! it's where i belong!" fré would shout over the bass of whatever song her playlist would blast through her headphones, looking between the tall men. "we know, but we can't work like this, you know that." sam would say calmly before his and dean's hands would be dropped roughly, followed by a huff and heeled boots stomping away.
SHUFFLE FRÉ'S PLAYLIST !
coming soon . . .
GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . i have a dean reader + a sam reader so yall already know i had to make a reader for both!! so here's my last spn object!reader (for now? maybe?? idk???), i hope yall like her!! ALSO TYSM TO MY SUNNY BABY @sunsbaby FOR HELPING ME WITH HER!!
CREDITS TO @daylighted AND HER BABY!READER THAT SPARKED THIS OBJECT!READERS UNIVERSE INTO THE WORLD!!
layout inspo from @titsout4jackles !!
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