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northopalshore · 5 months ago

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Pick A Card: ☆

Your next relationship

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Choose an image & group respectively.

Pile one:

Decks used: Dreaming way tarot, sacred earth oracle, oracle of mystical moments & astrological oracle

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So immediately jumping in, your next relationship will be with someone who is very goal driven. They are very passionate, intelligent & skillful. This person may have come from a lower financial status growing up. Only being able to get by on a daily basis. This person has probably been surrounded by amazing and talented people who are very dedicated to their craft, and hence grown to develop a similar habit.

Their main goal in life is to get rich lol. They want to be at a point where they can look back and not recognise themselves in the position they once were in financially. This is somebody who works wholeheartedly on their craft. They may be involved in independent business or they are working on their own brand.

They may have a very young heart as well, always looking at things from a hopeful perspective. However, they are also very logical! They are able to plan their ventures and predict things that may or may not happen with every step that they take towards their goal! That desire to change their lives will always remain as a priority & main motivation for them to continue on their path.

This person will likely have an extroverted approach to life. Wanting to explore and see everything the world has to offer.

Their career may be very competitive, and their ideas or brand may come under scrutiny very often. If they work ina directive company for example, people was have dissatisfactions with how they present themselves or thing they may be to rash when coming up with new suggestions. However, they are resilient lol! I feel like they have a lot of potential for greatness, but by the time you meet them they are somewhere in the middle of their journey.

Your relationship will be intertwined with your career. This person will be the one to get your engines running, and to reignite that passion you might have held out in the rain before. They will act as a guide to you and help you realise things you may have overlooked before.

They will prove themselves to be a very stable companion. They will teach you to be fearless & confident when it comes to your passions and beliefs.

I feel like you'll bond over common interests and backgrounds . They may be from a different race than you as well! If you work with your hands i.e build, writing, drawing, animating and so on, this person will be on your side during sudden late night inspirational drives lol. This means they will be awake with you, talking and supporting what you do even when you're both supposed to be asleep.

You will be able to draw out the both the passionate and gentle side of eachother. Respecting boundaries and personal wishes going forward.

I feel like you'll meet them through chance, or coincidentally you work in the same department for example but you will be able to click immediately.

They could have Libra, Cancer, Gemini & Pisces placements in their charts.

MBTI wise, I feel like they could be an ENFJ, ENFP, ESTJ, ESTP, ENTP, & INTJ.

Pile two:

Decks used: Modern witch tarot, bluebird lenormard & astrological oracle

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Oooh pile two, this person is honestly incredible.

So first of all, they are someone very optimistic & rational. They perhaps have been born into wealth or have been blessed with a higher position in life than most. They are very mature and very calm & collected. When they speak, people may find it impossible to dispute them or overtake them. This person perhaps is great at debates or could work as a lawyer (or come from a family of lawyers). They are the type to value intelligence & fair judgement over any irrationality. They could be an only child or grew up being cared for fully by their parents. They may have shown great leadership qualities even from a young age. They are very humble & down to earth despite being at a position of power. They could own a business or inherit a business from their family. You will think that they are a dream come true or even too good to be real. Perhaps they were very studious in their younger years, performing much better than other students or seen as more mature relative to people their age. I feel like this might as well be the person you end up marrying because four of wands has shown up lol. Their parents could be divorced or living in different countries/states. They may have developed objective opinions on marriage as well. For example, if they are a woman they do not think that a man can provide her with anything she doesn't already have. They could want to marry for love rather than business or for practicality. They want to form genuine relationships with people they know are worthwhile (in their perspective). Perhaps people have used them as a means to lift themselves up and this has hurt your person. Your relationships could be very flirtatious. You both may be quite weary of eachother at first but you will soon find comfort in eachother's presence. Perhaps you will discover a soft side neither of you could have expected you'd get to. It reminds me of Anastasia and Dimitri's relationship lol. Rocky at the start but they soon develop deep feelings for eachother. They could have Sagittarius, Leo, Pisces, Aquarius & Virgo prominent in their charts. MBTI wise, they could be an ENTJ, INTJ, ENFJ, ENFP, INFJ, ISTJ, ISTP & INTP.

Pile three:

Decks used: VOX ( voice of tarot) arcana, The literary witches oracle & astrological oracle

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Welcome pile 3! So your next relationship will be with someone who I can only describe as stubborn & possessive but very unique and full of ambition. I feel like this person has had a fair share for admirers or past relationships that may not have ended very well, and has since then been quite abstinent of love or the dating scene.

They have since learned to control their energy, and find satisfaction in being alone with themselves i.e putting themselves before relationships.

They may be quite materialistic or pay a lot of attention to their finances. They are very tactical and resourceful. There may have been disagreements or issues regarding their finances. Perhaps they have had legal issues with the company they work with or there may be issues with inheritance.

This person is extremely charming and charismatic. They may have the ability to sweep you off your feet & without even realising it you'll fall for their many charms lol. They could be quite hot hearted ( & hot headed) as well, and very direct with their feelings. Your relationship will be hot and passionate, you will feel like you have manifested eachother into your lives.

They may break the expectation you might have regarding the type of people you would usually go after romantically i.e their personality will be more in your face instead of quiet and reserved.

You may be thrill seekers when you are together, and you may find that the energy can be very heavy or s*xual. You will have a lot of fun in that department lol.

They can act sort of tsundere too as in they may act mischievously or playfully, they could also like to see you getting riled up 👀 lmao. They could have Taurus, Capricorn, Scorpio, Pisces, Leo & Aries prominent in their chart. MBTI wise, they could be ENTP, ENTJ, ESTP, ENFP, ESTJ, ISTP, ISFP & ISTJ

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bloddysnow · 6 months ago

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What if you were a popular anime/ game character he’s obsessed with?

Pairings: Sub! Yandere! x Dom! A/G character reader

nsfw minors dni

He would’nt have missed any opportunity to get any item related to you, and was ready to spend significant amounts of money to supplement his collection. Figures, posters, clothes, mugs and other items with your image. His room or workplace is decorated with this things. He would definitely have a whole collection of books or manga dedicated to you. He buys official soundtracks if they included tracks related to you or important moments with your participation.

He refused to be in relationship with girls. He would have difficulties in communication or negative experiences in real relationships, which would encourage him to avoid them. He feels a deep emotional connection with you, which would seem more meaningful and safe to him than real people. He could spend most of his time watching anime or playing the game where you exist, which made this world more meaningful to him than everyday life.

He would feel a strong rejection of any hint of your romantic relationship with another character. He actively expressed his dissatisfaction in comments, forums and social networks, leaving negative reviews and criticizing such stories or fan art. Often his negative comments were based on a sense of personal jealousy. He could perceive shipping as a threat and felt rejected. In response, he could have created alternative content where you are left alone or associated exclusively with him.

He reads fanfics where you are always dom and he is sub. You are his master, and he is your devoted slave or pet, humbly waiting for your orders and striving to please. You are his god, and he is your worshipper, ready to fulfil any of your wishes. His fantasies come to life when he imagines himself on his knees in front of you. Sometimes he writes fanfics by himself about how you crawl on him to cover his face with gentle, warm kisses, starting from his forehead and gradually descending to his eyes, cheeks, and finally to his lips. He was very excited by such fantasies. In the process of reading, he masturbates, presenting scenes so realistically.

His pants have been lowered for a long time, his hand is covered around a red, leaking dick. Mouth is full with a shirt that gets wet because of saliva. He holds phone that threatens to slip out of his fingers. He whines your name and begs you to let him cum.

One, two, three sharp pushes, his whole body shuddered when you poured inside him. "You are mine," you whispered, sticking your nose into his neck on the side, sticking out your tongue to lick it comfortingly and proprietaryly. "My sweet little reader."

His phone screen is sprayed with his own sperm.

#dom reader #sub character #sub yandere #sub obsessed character #anime character reader #game chracter reader #pathetic character #yandere male #obsessive yandere #sub love and deepspace #love and deepspace

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thatnewweeb · 9 months ago

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Maybe | Bakugo Katsuki

Summary | Bakugo can't help but think about how much more he wants with his FWB as she sleeps next to him

Content | Fluff, fem reader, kinda suggestive content, reader is in a FWB relationship with Bakugo

Word Count | 0.7k+

A/N | I think this is so cute, I might make a part two to this. Maybe...

Bakugo didn’t ever think he’d fall in love. He didn’t think he’d be the type to want to settle down, to spend his life dedicated to another person.

As he lays in bed on his side, awake before you, as always, he can’t help but rethink that.

Sure, you’re using each other, that’s always been clear in your relationship, but he doesn’t really feel that way anymore.

You look so pretty when you sleep. It hasn’t been long since you started staying over sometimes after you sleep together, only starting because you were so tired that the pro hero didn’t trust you to get home safely. He would’ve taken you home himself but he had an early patrol the next day and needed to sleep. Of course, you offered to sleep on the couch, but he would’ve felt bad, using you for sex and then expecting you to sleep on his couch.

Your face always looks so relaxed when you’re asleep, the worries that plague you during the day completely gone, free from concern, from bother, from the stress of your daily life, of being associated with a man with such a high risk job, even as loosely as you are.

With a soft smile on his own face, sleep threatening to drag him back in, he reaches out his large, calloused hand, smoothing down your sleep tousled hair.

He can’t help letting him mind wander. Sometimes he imagines what it would be like if you were actually dating, not just friends with benefits. How it would feel to be able to lean over and kiss you softly when he wakes up, your soft lips his to claim whenever he wants, not just the few times he’s gotten the privilege of tasting them when you both got really into your time in the bedroom.

The imagined images of you, rolling over in bed, cuddling up closer to him as you slowly regain consciousness, whispering a morning greeting, mumbling something about how much you love him. He’d kiss your forehead, holding you close, telling you how beautiful you are.

Or he’d get up early and make you a nice breakfast with coffee, proper coffee, not that instant or convenience store shit you’re used to, turning to the door when he hears your soft footsteps plodding out of your shared bedroom, a blanket wrapped around your body, complaining about waking up to an empty bed, all dissatisfaction disappearing when you see the breakfast set on the table.

He snaps out of his delusions when he feels the bed shift next to him, your eyes slowly opening. He let himself get too distracted by his fantasies.

You sit up and stretch next to him, covering your breasts with his bedcovers.

“Good morning, Bakugo,” you smile, looking down at him laying next to you.

He mumbles a morning greeting back to you, quickly getting out of bed, cheeks dusted in pink. Which he obviously turns around to hide, getting dressed.

When he turns back to you, you’re fully clothed, brushing your hair. Smiling softly, he wishes he could walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, or take the brush to brush your hair for you.

He knows he shouldn’t though, so instead he just asks you if you want any breakfast before you go.

You decline his offer, knowing he has to be on patrol soon, not wanting to bother him or risk making him late. His heart swells a little, realising you know his schedule by now. He supposes it’s to be expected, you’ve been part of this arrangement for quite a long time now, but it still makes him happy.

“Well, I’m gonna go now,” you smile, turning back to him. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you later,” he says. “I’ll grab food after my paperwork’s done, yeah?”

You nod, looking up at the tall, muscular man in front of you. “Sounds good.”

Not long later, you walk out of his apartment, smiling as you say bye to him again.

He bites his lip as he watches you leave, feeling both happy and dissatisfied simultaneously.

Maybe one day he’ll tell you how he feels, what he wants. For now, he isn’t quite willing to take that risk, to risk the arrangement you have now, the friendship. He isn’t willing to chance losing you altogether. For now, he’ll take what he can get. Maybe one day.

Little does he know, you’re wishing you just had the guts to kiss him as you left his apartment, just once, to let him know how you feel. Maybe one day.

Maybe.

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astrow0rldx · 5 months ago

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PAC TAROT: Shadow Work

Piles read left to right. Really use your intuition for which one calls to you to read. This Reading will be a little different, because it's ai generated. But hear me out, it's extremely accurate. I pull the tarot cards, and questions and it makes a story using automatic creative writing skills. In the story format it should help understand better.

Pile One

You present yourself as someone grounded and nurturing, someone who has it all together—capable, reliable, and a provider of stability. You wear this mask of self-sufficiency with grace, offering support and care to those around you. There’s a warmth to how you handle life, as if you’re always the one others can lean on. Yet, beneath this persona, there’s a quiet dissatisfaction, an emotional numbness that you don’t let others see. You feel disconnected, like something essential is missing, but you avoid acknowledging it, preferring to maintain the image of having everything under control.

Deep down, there’s a fear of rejection and abandonment that colors how you see yourself and your place in the world. This fear stems from past experiences where you felt left out or unworthy, perhaps from moments when you reached out for support and were met with coldness or lack. That sense of being shut out has led you to withdraw emotionally, burying your desires and vulnerabilities under layers of self-protection. However, this hidden wound shapes how you move through the world—it keeps you from fully expressing the vibrant, fiery side of yourself, the part of you that is bold, passionate, and fearless. While you project strength, this shadow lingers in the background, holding you back from fully owning your power.

Your shadow comes to the surface when you’re confronted by people or situations that reflect confidence and control, especially when they embody traits you’ve repressed. These encounters stir something inside you, triggering internal conflict as your shadow self clashes with the persona you’ve carefully built. The lesson in this struggle is to reconnect with your emotional core, to allow yourself to feel deeply and openly once again. Healing comes through embracing the tension, acknowledging that inner battles are a part of your growth. By working through this, you’ll move toward a more patient and nurturing relationship with yourself, where you invest in long-term growth and understand that healing is a process—one that requires steady effort and care.

Pile Two

She finds herself in a state of suspension, caught between holding onto control and surrendering to the unknown. Outwardly, she appears strong, composed, and authoritative, someone who takes charge with ease and thrives in an orderly world. She presents herself as the one in control, the one who always knows what to do. However, beneath this confident exterior, she’s struggling with uncertainty. She feels stuck, as if the answers she’s searching for are just out of reach, and in order to find them, she knows she must let go of the rigid expectations she’s placed on herself. She wears the mask of authority, but behind it, she is deeply uncertain, torn between what she knows and what she longs to discover.

At her core, she craves connection—a relationship where she can feel deeply understood and loved. There's a romantic within her, yearning for a bond that feels effortless and sincere, as if she’s waiting for that perfect emotional partnership. But she’s haunted by past disappointments, memories of love that didn’t turn out the way she hoped. This loss lingers, making her cautious about trusting her heart again. She often revisits those past moments of grief, wondering what went wrong and fearing that opening herself up to love again will lead to more heartbreak. As much as she wants love, the weight of her emotional past makes her guard her feelings, holding back from diving fully into new connections.

Her fears and vulnerabilities surface when emotions become overwhelming, or when she’s faced with situations that push her to move too fast. In those moments, she becomes protective, holding onto her feelings and resources tightly, afraid of losing control or being vulnerable. Her instinct is to cling to what she knows, but there’s also a deeper truth: her dreams and fantasies about what could be are not just idle thoughts. They reflect her true desires, the part of her that longs to break free from her hesitation and embrace all the possibilities that life offers. To heal, she needs to release the fear of losing control, to trust that even if things are uncertain, the journey ahead is rich with opportunities—ones she’s fully capable of seizing, if only she lets go.

Pile Three

She is moving through a period of transition, quietly distancing herself from past conflicts and emotional turbulence. Her journey, both literal and metaphorical, is one of seeking peace and clarity after enduring a storm. On the outside, she may seem calm, as though she’s finally found her direction, but the waters behind her are still unsettled. Internally, she is recovering from struggles, possibly with others or even within herself. The tension and discord she’s left behind still echo in her thoughts, making it difficult for her to fully let go. While she appears to be progressing, there is a quiet battle inside her, as if she’s constantly bracing for the next challenge.

Her internal struggle centers on patience and the need to balance her desires with the reality of what she’s building. She has invested time and energy into something—perhaps a relationship, a career, or personal growth—and now she waits, unsure of the outcome. There's a restlessness beneath her calm exterior, a feeling of competition, either with herself or with others. She yearns for stability and celebration, for a moment when she can finally relax and feel secure, but she is deeply aware that the foundation she’s working on still needs time to solidify. Emotionally, she is tied to the idea of love and partnership, but her past battles have made her wary. Love feels both close and distant, like something she craves but is cautious about fully embracing.

Her emotional depth runs deep, though she doesn’t always show it. She is someone who feels intensely, yet she’s learned to control and temper her feelings. When her emotions rise, they are powerful, but she channels them carefully, maintaining a composed exterior. Her greatest strength lies in her intuition. She often knows more than she lets on, reading situations and people with a subtle, almost mystical understanding. But this also makes her guarded, as if she’s protecting herself from being hurt again. She’s been through many trials, and though she’s weary, she remains resilient. Her journey is far from over, and while the battles she’s faced have left her cautious, they have also made her wiser. She stands ready to move forward, but she knows the path ahead will require both patience and strength.

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fangedhorizon · 5 months ago

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I absolutely love the idea that Claudia’s actress change between s1 and s2 is also because of Louis as an unreliable narrator. While yes, it can be said that it was due to Bailey Bass going to work for avatar, I think it also does wonders for the story.

Through the interview, Louis is beginning to piece his memories into a more full, coherent picture. He is losing some of the bias from emotion and inconsistency from memory as he relives his past. Therefore, the change of Claudia between seasons could still be relevant for the plot.

In the first season, Bass’ Claudia looks more like their child. Of course, interracial couples can have kids of all different shades (I am mixed myself), but it’s interesting to consider this Claudia as an unreliable construction within his memory. This Claudia, the one he reminisces during his ‘golden years’ before everything went downhill, looks like she could be their love child if biology allowed it.

As the fruit of the disaster that is them, the peeling band aid holding together a dying marriage, it wouldn’t surprise me that Louis remembers Claudia as looking like both him and Lestat. She is both the best and worst parts of them, sharing a mental connection with Louis (literally) and an emotional one from his coddling. Yet, she inherently acts like Lestat as well. Much to Claudia’s dissatisfaction, she cannot escape his likeliness, cannot help but think like him. She uses this to her advantage at the end of season one, but knows he will return because of Louis’ fragility.

After being turned while grieving Paul, all Louis knows how to do is love, and protect. But he cannot protect Claudia from her fate, which Lestat tries to tell him. By possibly envisioning her as a more traditional mix of the two of them, perhaps Louis is trying to offload some of the blame and guilt to Lestat, while simultaneously knowing subconsciously that he still played a major role in her doomed existence. Claudia is the byproduct of two broken hearts desperately trying to heal, which the dark gift does not allow.

It was never about her.

In the second season, she resembles him more as he comes to terms with his involvement in her death. Or, she has taken on a less biased appearance as Louis becomes less unreliable. Or, the memories are so vivid that no amount of self-preservation could alter her, leaving Louis’ guilt to construct her image. Perhaps he sees himself in her, or sees his family in her, sees Paul in her. He couldn’t save her, just like he couldn’t save Paul.

His nurturing nature within his retelling is thrown into question as he experiences neither her birth nor death, yet Lestat witnesses both. Louis is blinded by his pain, the ache left in his heart from his inability to protect, whilst Lestat must watch as the child he loved and detested (not in equal parts, I will die on the hill that Lestat loved Claudia in his own fucked up way, one that he learnt from Magnus’ torture) be birthed without her consent and die without her consent.

He must watch on as his fledgling achieves what he never could - true love. He must watch her sing, still serving a performative function in her last moments. She is nail glue for their dying relationship, then she’s a crowbar from a shitty marriage, she is a weapon to protect Louis from the world and himself, only to be a doll, positioned on stage as the crowd puppeteers her demise.

Claudia was never her true self in Louis’ retelling, nor will she be in Lestat’s. Even in death, Claudia only serves a function for storytelling, unable to give us her side of the story. But how could she?

It was never. about. her.

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urfavleo777 · 1 year ago

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warnings: oral (f&m receiving), mommy kink, smut, smut, smut.

in which colby is afraid of thunderstorms and y/n is trying her best to help him relieve stress.

With a quiet sigh, you walked away from the desk where you had spent the last two hours, wasting the evening to watch a movie with the love of your life.

As you pulled up your chair and turned on your heel, your attention was caught by Colby with his head on the pillow. With his eyes closed and his raven hair creating a mess on his head, he had probably drifted off to sleep long ago. He was breathing steadily, and his presence didn't draw any attention to him at all. You smiled, staring at the image of the man you loved, and after a while you felt sorry. You promised him that you would spend the evening together, but you were more absorbed in your studies than you expected.

You took an empty spot on the bed and moved closer to him as quietly as possible so as not to wake him from his sleep. You carefully examined the features of his perfectly sculpted face. A pair of ocean eyes, a sharp and pointed noise, a strong and defined jaw, and carnation pink lips-those were the words that could describe him. From a third-person point of view, you could be perceived as a damn stalker. You refrained from kissing his slightly parted lips. Instead, you lifted your hand and caressed his face gently before running it through his hair.

The rain gently bounced onto the rooftop and the wind gently swayed the trees surrounding your home, creating some sort of a whistle sound as you laid in Colby's arms. Though you enjoyed the sounds of the storm outside, you knew it would only be a matter of time before your boy would wake up from the noise he always feared.

You rolled over towards your boyfriend and laid your head on his chest and threw your leg across his waist. You felt him run his hand up your thigh and stop right below your butt.

Colby shifted, taking a deep breath. You smiled at the sight of his dreamy, half-sleep face. Maybe he still felt like he was in a dream.

You removed your hand from his hair. A small look of dissatisfaction crossed his face. You heard the wind howling outside and the loud crack of thunder.

"Y/n?" He called out, as the wind got louder. "Don't stop, please." He purred with eyes closed, his voice more adorable than ever.

"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up." You whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It's okay," he mumbled as he turned to face you. "I missed you."

"Baby, I was right there." You laughed, going back to stroking his hair, which relieved his stress from loud sounds outside.

"I know, but you were busy studying. I'm sorry I fell asleep. I hate storms so much." His voice was deeper than normal, and God, it sounded so good on him. You placed a kiss on his bare chest and he rolled over so he was on top of you.

Another sound of thunder, louder than usual, made Colby flinch. He immediately buried his head in your neck and you grabbed his waist, bringing him as close to you as possible.

"My poor little boy is afraid of thunderstorms. Need someone to relax?"

"Yes, you." He nodded, continuing to caress you.

His kisses traveled down to your jawline where he placed kisses along it. His hands found their way to the bottom of your nightgown. Well, it wasn't really yours, more like his shirt that you now had to wear. You know he loves seeing you in his shirts, so you wear them to bed all the time.

He scrunched up the fabric until it reached right below your bare breasts. He placed lazy open mouth kisses along your stomach until he reached the top of your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs. "I've barely touched you and you're already so wet" he said smirking at you. His voice was still pretty deep and groggy and you loved it. "You like that?" you asked, and he nodded hazily. "Good, 'm gonna fuck your mouth with it, love".

He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you moan. He took that as a cue and licked all the way to the tip. He started swirling his tongue around your clit, making you moan. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair. He moved down and inserted his tongue into your entrance.

You weren't usually a vocal person, but it had been so long since you and Colby had done something together and it felt so good. He removed his tongue but quickly replaced it with his fingers and began to slide your tongue in and out. He moved up and pressed his lips against yours.

"What do you need me to do, hm?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. He began to kiss you again and you could feel his hard clothed member press against your bare thigh.

"Need you t'fuck me, mommy," Colby said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. His pretty face was tear streaked, and his eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. "I've been so good, please," he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. Colby's mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt.

He had wanted you for so long. And now he had you.

"On your back," you demanded softly, toppling him onto the broad back, "I want to taste you."

"If you do that, I’m afraid I won’t last." His breathing was coming out in ragged pants as you slid between his spread thighs. Colby watched with rapt attention, enjoying how your breasts swayed as you moved to lay flat on your belly.

"That’s alright," you assured, tongue darting out to lap at the seam beneath the head. And he moaned, such glorious music cutting straight to your core. What a symphony every groan and whimper was, even as you continued to tease with short licks and kisses. "I want you to come undone in my mouth."

"Get on with it, please." His hips thrust upwards, tip pressing past the barrier of your lips before you complied with his wishes. Hollowing your cheeks, you sank upon all that could be fit into your mouth as a warm fist enveloped the rest. His heady musk invaded your senses, cock twitching on your tongue, practically begging you to move. "Oh, fuck."

Colby’s deep bellow had been enough to spur you into a fervor, bobbing hungrily as his back arched off the mattress. Lithe fingers knotted in your hair, holding you still as he began to frantically fuck your throat. Pumping, striving, chasing that release while he imagined you bouncing atop him. He felt like he was on fire.

"I love you," he muttered between ragged breathing as you struggled to breathe out of your nose. "I love you so much, mommy."

Then the dam broke as he came down your throat, twitching and spasming until he was still against your tongue. Swallowing all of the seed that was earned, you broke away and began to clean his softening length before snaking up to curl upon that delightfully broad chest. "Good boy."

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nickeverdeen · 5 months ago

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Dating yandere TUA characters

Luther Hargreeves

Luther insists on training you to be strong and capable, just like him

He believes that the only way you can be safe is if you can defend yourself

He constantly pushes you beyond your limits, often to the point of exhaustion, but he sees it as necessary to protect you

Luther frequently brings up shared memories, emphasizing how much you mean to him and how special your bond is

He uses these memories to create a sense of dependency, making it seem like no one else understands or cares for you as deeply as he does

As the de facto leader of the Hargreeves siblings, Luther naturally takes charge

He extends this authority into your relationship, making decisions on your behalf and expecting you to comply without question

He believes he knows what’s best for you and often dismisses your opinions

Luther talks about your future together as if it’s already decided, with plans for marriage, children, and a shared life

He doesn’t seek your input on these plans, instead presenting them as inevitable and perfect, making it hard for you to voice any doubts or objections

Luther loves taking you on spontaneous trips to remote and isolated places where you can be alone together

These adventures are meant to be romantic, but they also serve to keep you away from others and make you more reliant on him

He collects and cherishes items that remind him of you, like a lock of your hair, a piece of your clothing, or a note you wrote

He keeps these mementos in a secret box, often looking at them to feel closer to you

Luther overanalyzes your interactions with others, always on the lookout for potential threats

He questions you about your relationships and can become paranoid, interpreting innocent actions as signs of betrayal or disinterest

Luther needs constant reassurance of your love and commitment

He frequently asks if you love him and requires you to demonstrate your affection through words and actions, making it difficult for you to express any dissatisfaction or desire for space

Luther often physically places himself between you and perceived dangers, whether it’s a person or a situation

His protective nature can be comforting, but it also isolates you and limits your freedom

Luther exaggerates situations to make himself your hero

He might create problems just so he can solve them and reinforce the idea that you need him to protect and save you

Luther intervenes in your life decisions, believing he knows what’s best for you

This includes your career, friends, and hobbies

He frames his control as care and concern, making it hard for you to see his actions as manipulative

Luther buys you clothes and insists you wear them, often choosing items that reflect his taste and preferences

He wants to shape your appearance to fit his ideal image of you

Luther keeps a secret box filled with mementos from your relationship, like movie tickets, dried flowers, and photos

He looks at these items to feel closer to you and to remind himself of your bond

Without your knowledge, Luther sets up cameras in your home to monitor you and “ensure your safety”

He justifies this invasion of privacy as a necessary precaution to protect you

Luther establishes strict traditions in your relationship, like weekly date nights or annual trips, which you must follow

These traditions create a sense of routine and stability but also limit your autonomy

Luther pushes you to integrate deeply with his family, encouraging you to spend more time with his siblings and less with your own family and friends

This isolates you from your support network and makes you more dependent on him

Luther is obsessed with monitoring your health, from your diet to your exercise routine

He insists on accompanying you to doctor’s appointments and making decisions about your healthcare

When you’re apart, Luther floods you with messages and calls, demanding constant updates on your whereabouts and activities

This makes it difficult for you to have any personal space or privacy

Luther uses his own emotions to guilt you into compliance

If you try to assert your independence or express dissatisfaction, he reacts with hurt and disappointment, making you feel responsible for his feelings

Luther demands your loyalty and commitment without providing the same in return

He expects you to prioritize him above all else, even if it means sacrificing your own needs and desires

Luther manages your social media presence, deciding what you can and cannot post

He wants to control how you present yourself to the world and ensure that your online interactions align with his expectations

Diego Hargreeves

Diego is always armed and ready to ‘protect’ you from any slight inconvenience or perceived threat

He believes that being physically prepared is the best way to keep you safe, and his protective instincts can be overwhelming

He regularly tests your self-defense skills under the guise of safety

Diego insists on teaching you how to fight and defend yourself, often putting you through rigorous and sometimes dangerous training sessions

Diego secretly patrols around your neighborhood at night, watching over your home to ensure you’re safe

He often goes to great lengths to remain unseen, creating a sense of security but also a feeling of being constantly watched

Diego follows you silently to ensure your safety

He believes that by shadowing you, he can prevent any potential harm

This behavior can be unsettling, making you feel like you can never truly be alone

He conducts surprise safety drills to prepare you for ‘emergencies’

Diego might suddenly stage a mock attack or evacuation, expecting you to react quickly and correctly

Diego turns dates into elaborate missions, incorporating elements of danger and excitement

While he sees this as a way to bond, it often puts you in stressful and uncomfortable situations

He insists on checking the perimeter of any place you go together, whether it’s a restaurant, park, or even your own home

Diego’s need to secure every environment can be exhausting and intrusive

Diego challenges those who he thinks are getting too close to you

He becomes aggressive and confrontational, often picking fights with anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship

Diego attempts to control the paths you take in life, from your career choices to your social interactions

He believes that he knows what’s best for you and tries to steer you accordingly

He gifts you weapons disguised as thoughtful presents, like a stylish knife or a discreet taser

Diego sees these gifts as practical and necessary, though they might make you uncomfortable

Diego enlists friends to watch over you without your knowledge

He creates a network of people who report back to him about your activities and interactions, making it hard for you to have any privacy

Diego obsessively checks the safety of your environment, from inspecting your home for vulnerabilities to researching crime rates in areas you visit

His constant vigilance can make you feel suffocated

He keeps a detailed journal of your daily activities, noting where you go and who you meet

Diego’s meticulous tracking is framed as a way to ensure your safety, but it feels more like surveillance

Diego enforces strict boundaries on who can interact with you, often forbidding you from seeing certain friends or family members

He believes that by controlling your social circle, he can better protect you

Diego gets you a dog to ‘protect’ you, training it to be fiercely loyal and vigilant

While the dog provides companionship, it also serves as another means of control and surveillance

He sabotages your tech so you can only rely on him

Diego might interfere with your phone, computer, or internet connection, making it difficult for you to communicate or seek help

Diego insists on accompanying you everywhere as a bodyguard, even to mundane places like the grocery store

His constant presence is meant to ensure your safety but also limits your freedom

He follows you in disguise to avoid detection

Diego goes to great lengths to remain hidden while keeping an eye on you, often lurking in the background of your daily life

Diego dictates where and when you can go out, planning all your outings to fit his schedule and ensure your safety

This limits your spontaneity and ability to make independent decisions

He forms alliances with those he deems safe for you, encouraging you to spend time with them while isolating you from others

Diego’s strategic friendships are meant to create a controlled social environment

Diego lies to protect you from ‘dangerous’ truths, often hiding information or manipulating facts

He believes that by controlling what you know, he can keep you safe and reliant on him

Allison Hargreeves

Allison uses her power to ‘rumor’ you into believing you’re deeply in love with her and need her constant presence

She manipulates your thoughts and feelings to ensure you stay loyal and dependent on her

She meticulously curates your public image, deciding what you wear, how you present yourself, and even what you say

Allison wants to create a perfect picture of your relationship for others to admire

Allison manipulates your social interactions, ensuring you’re surrounded only by people she approves of

She subtly influences your friendships and relationships to maintain control over your social life

She uses her connections and influence to shape your career path

Allison might secure opportunities for you or sabotage potential threats, making you feel indebted to her for your success

Allison often brings up emotional moments from your past to keep you anchored to her

She reminds you of how she supported you through tough times, making it hard for you to imagine life without her

She involves you in her personal projects and passions, making sure your lives are deeply intertwined

Allison wants to ensure you spend most of your time and energy on things that matter to her

She subtly rumors you into developing interests and hobbies that align with hers

Allison shapes your preferences and desires to ensure you’re always on the same page

She uses her power to create misunderstandings and conflicts between you and others, isolating you from potential threats

Allison believes that by keeping you isolated, she can ensure your loyalty

Allison frequently engages in public displays of affection and declarations of love

She wants everyone to see how perfect your relationship is, creating pressure for you to maintain that image

She uses her powers to manipulate your emotions during arguments, ensuring you always come back to her

Allison can make you feel guilty, sad, or euphoric with just a few words

Allison insists on constant communication, flooding you with texts and calls throughout the day

She wants to know every detail of your life and ensure you’re always thinking about her

She shares personal secrets and expects you to do the same, creating a sense of intimacy and trust

Allison uses these secrets to bond you closer to her and to manipulate your emotions

She establishes strict routines and rituals in your relationship, from daily phone calls to weekly date nights

Allison believes that by creating a predictable pattern, she can maintain control

She offers support in ways that subtly sabotage your independence

Allison might take care of things for you, making you reliant on her help and diminishing your ability to function without her

She rumors you to have dreams and aspirations that align with hers

Allison shapes your goals and ambitions, ensuring you’re always working towards a future that includes her

Allison invests heavily in your emotional well-being, offering constant support and encouragement

She makes herself indispensable, so you feel you can’t succeed without her

She creates and reinforces positive memories of your relationship, often planning elaborate events and surprises

Allison wants you to look back on your time together with fondness and gratitude

She rumors others to be jealous of your relationship, making you feel special and valued

Allison uses this tactic to create a sense of exclusivity and pride in your bond

She tells protective lies to keep you from potential harm or distress

Allison believes that by controlling what you know, she can shield you from anything that might threaten your happiness or their relationship

She frames her controlling behavior as compassion and care

Allison insists she’s doing everything for your benefit, making it hard for you to see her actions as manipulative

She pressures you to be perfect in every aspect of your life, reflecting her own need for control and image maintenance

Allison’s high expectations make it difficult for you to relax or be yourself

Klaus Hargreeves

Klaus creates a sense of emotional dependency by being your primary source of comfort and joy

He makes you feel that only he can understand and alleviate your emotional pain

Klaus’s behavior is erratic and unpredictable, making you constantly guess what will make him happy

This keeps you on edge and focused on pleasing him

He introduces you to his vices, such as drinking or partying, creating a bond over shared indulgences

Klaus uses these activities to keep you close and reliant on him for fun and excitement

Klaus emphasizes a deep, spiritual connection between you, claiming that your souls are meant to be together

He often talks about past lives and fate to reinforce this idea

He uses his own emotional ups and downs to manipulate your feelings

Klaus’s mood swings keep you constantly attentive and eager to make him happy

Klaus isolates you from others by monopolizing your time and attention

He makes you feel guilty for spending time with anyone else, insisting that you only need him

Klaus creates art, music, or poetry for you, making you feel special and unique

He uses these creative expressions to keep you emotionally invested in the relationship

He insists on being with you constantly, whether in person or through frequent texts and calls

Klaus makes it difficult for you to have any personal space or time alone

He gives you eccentric and meaningful gifts that only he could think of, reinforcing the idea that your relationship is unique and special

Klaus convinces you that your love is different from everyone else’s, using this belief to justify his unconventional and often controlling behavior

He creates or exaggerates emotional crises to keep you focused on him

Klaus frequently needs your support and reassurance, making you feel indispensable

Klaus makes you feel spiritually dependent on him, claiming that he can connect with the afterlife and provide insights that no one else can

He insists on late-night conversations that leave you emotionally drained but deeply connected

Klaus uses these talks to explore your deepest fears and desires

Klaus creates a chaotic environment that keeps you off balance and reliant on him for stability

He thrives in disorder and ensures you’re always part of it

He deflects blame for his erratic behavior onto external forces or other people, making you feel protective and understanding towards him

Klaus involves you in spiritual rituals or ceremonies, creating a sense of shared purpose and exclusivity

These rituals reinforce your bond and dependence on him

He needs constant reassurance of your love and loyalty, making you feel responsible for his emotional well-being

Klaus engages in dramatic displays of affection and devotion, making you feel like the center of his universe

He becomes your secret keeper, encouraging you to share your innermost thoughts and fears with him

Klaus uses this information to deepen your emotional bond

He takes you on spontaneous and eccentric adventures, making your life feel exciting but also unpredictable and dependent on his whims

Five Hargreeves

Five views you as his timeless possession, someone who belongs to him across all timelines

He often speaks about your destiny together and how he’s seen every possible future where you end up together

He strategically isolates you from others, using his intelligence to create situations where you’re dependent on him

Five ensures that you rely on him for problem-solving and guidance

Five dominates conversations with his intelligence, making you feel inferior and dependent on his knowledge and decisions

He manipulates time to keep you close, altering events to ensure you always end up together

Five uses his powers to control your environment and interactions

Five constantly talks about the future he envisions for you both, making plans that leave no room for your own desires or independence

He calculates every possible threat to your safety and takes preemptive actions, often without your knowledge

Five’s protective nature borders on paranoia

Five uses his time travel abilities to observe you without being seen, ensuring you’re safe and loyal

His unseen presence makes you feel watched even when you’re alone

He strategically creates jealousy by mentioning other versions of you he’s encountered in different timelines, making you feel special but also insecure

Five engages you in intellectual games and puzzles, reinforcing your dependency on his intelligence and making you feel bonded through shared activities

He gives you gifts from different timelines, unique items that make you feel cherished but also remind you of his power and control

Five involves you in calculated risks and adventures, making you feel alive and dependent on his skills for survival

He plays mind games to keep you emotionally and mentally engaged, ensuring you’re always thinking about him and your relationship

Five keeps secrets under the guise of protecting you, creating a sense of mystery and dependency on his knowledge

He tells stories of alternate timelines where things went wrong, using these narratives to justify his controlling behavior

Five influences your decisions and actions without you realizing it, subtly steering your life in the direction he wants

He uses his abilities to constantly surveil you, ensuring you’re always safe but also under his control

Five creates an intellectual bond by sharing his knowledge and experiences, making you feel connected on a deeper level

He manipulates time to create perfect moments and memories, making it hard for you to imagine life without him

Five’s protection is calculated and strategic, ensuring you’re always in situations where you need him

He controls your emotions by altering events and interactions, ensuring you always feel dependent on his presence and support

Five’s commitment is timeless, making you feel like your relationship transcends all boundaries and time itself

Ben Hargreeves

Ben uses his sensitivity to create a deep emotional bond, making you feel like he’s the only one who truly understands you

Even in death, Ben’s presence is felt, making you feel watched and protected

He often communicates through signs and messages, ensuring you never forget him

Ben shares his grief and struggles with you, creating a bond over mutual pain and understanding

He emphasizes a spiritual connection, claiming that your souls are linked and that you’re meant to be together even beyond death

Ben uses his emotions to manipulate yours, making you feel guilty or responsible for his happiness

He’s always there to comfort you, creating a dependency on his presence and support

He uses emotional anchors, such as shared memories or significant events, to keep you connected to him

Ben’s protective nature is overwhelming, ensuring you’re always safe but also limiting your freedom

Even when not physically present, Ben’s influence is felt, making you feel like he’s always watching over you

He emphasizes shared goals and dreams, making you feel like your futures are intertwined

Ben offers spiritual guidance, making you feel like you need his wisdom and insight to navigate life

He creates a sense of emotional dependency, making you feel like you can’t be happy or complete without him

Ben needs constant reassurance of your love and loyalty, making you feel responsible for his emotional well-being

He keeps and cherishes shared memories, often bringing them up to reinforce your bond

Ben is always there to provide emotional support, making you reliant on his presence and guidance

He creates an invisible bond, ensuring you always feel connected to him even when apart

Ben shares his pain and struggles, creating a sense of mutual understanding and dependency

He tells protective lies to keep you safe, making you feel like he’s always looking out for you

Ben often sacrifices his own happiness for yours, making you feel indebted and responsible for his well-being

He makes you feel spiritually dependent on him, creating a sense of belonging and purpose in your relationship

Viktor Hargreeves

Viktor creates an emotional symbiosis, making you feel like your happiness and well-being are intertwined

He constantly seeks reassurance and validation from you, making you feel responsible for his emotional state

Viktor is fiercely protective, often to the point of overbearing

He insists on knowing your whereabouts and who you’re with at all times, justifying his behavior as concern for your safety

He shares his deepest fears and insecurities with you, creating a bond over mutual vulnerability

Viktor uses this emotional intimacy to keep you close and dependent on his presence

Viktor becomes your main source of support, both emotionally and practically

He’s always there to help you with your problems, making you feel like you can’t manage without him

He often revisits significant memories from your relationship, emphasizing how much you mean to him

Viktor uses these memories to remind you of your bond and to guilt you into staying with him

Viktor encourages you to share in his musical talents, making you feel special and unique

He uses this shared activity to create a deeper connection and to keep you engaged in his world

He becomes your emotional anchor, the person you turn to in times of distress

Viktor’s constant presence and support make you feel like you can’t face challenges without him

Viktor subtly isolates you from others, encouraging you to spend more time with him and less with friends and family

He creates a world where it feels like it’s just the two of you against everyone else

He needs constant reassurance of your love and commitment, often questioning your loyalty

Viktor’s insecurity makes you feel like you must constantly prove your affection

Viktor sacrifices his own needs and desires for yours, making you feel indebted to him

His selflessness creates a sense of obligation and loyalty on your part

He shares his past traumas and expects you to do the same, creating a bond over shared pain and healing

Viktor’s openness makes you feel like you’re the only one who truly understands him

Viktor tells small lies to protect you from harsh truths, believing it’s for your own good

His protective nature can feel suffocating as he tries to shield you from anything that might cause you distress

He manipulates your emotions to keep you close, using guilt, fear, and love to control your actions

Viktor’s emotional intelligence allows him to subtly influence your feelings and decisions

Viktor provides stability in your life, making you feel like you can’t function without his presence

His calming influence becomes a crutch that you rely on heavily

He establishes routines and traditions that you both follow, creating a sense of normalcy and predictability

Viktor’s routines make it difficult for you to imagine life without him

Viktor insists on constant tracking where you are and contact, whether through texts, calls, or in person

He makes you feel like you need to be in touch with him at all times to maintain the relationship

He bonds with you over deep, emotional conversations, making you feel like he’s the only one who truly understands you

Viktor’s empathy and understanding create a strong emotional connection

Viktor takes protective measures to ensure your safety, such as checking in on you frequently and advising you on who to trust

His protective behavior can make you feel like you’re always under his watchful eye

He creates a sense of emotional dependency, making you feel like you can’t be happy without him

Viktor’s constant presence and support make it difficult for you to imagine life on your own

Viktor shares intimate secrets and expects you to do the same, creating a bond of trust and vulnerability

His openness makes you feel like you’re the only one who truly knows him

He uses emotional blackmail to keep you close, threatening to harm or kill himself or leave if you try to distance yourself

Viktor’s manipulation creates a sense of fear and obligation, making it hard for you to break free

Lila Pitts

Lila creates an emotional whirlwind around you, making every day unpredictable

Her volatile emotions keep you constantly engaged and focused on her

Lila’s behavior is highly unpredictable, keeping you on edge and dependent on her for stability

She swings between affection and anger, making you feel like you need to constantly please her

She uses affection as a tool to manipulate you, showering you with love when you comply with her wishes and withdrawing it when you don’t

Lila takes you on emotional highs and lows, creating a sense of dependency on her for your emotional well-being

She involves you in her adventures and schemes, making you feel like an essential part of her world

Lila’s thrill-seeking behavior keeps you constantly engaged

Lila creates constant drama in your relationship, making you feel like you need to be there to support and calm her

She demands unwavering loyalty from you, often testing your commitment through manipulative means

Lila plays emotional games to keep you on your toes, using jealousy, guilt, and affection to control your behavior

She isolates you from others by creating conflicts with your friends and family, ensuring you rely solely on her

Lila creates intense bonding experiences, making you feel like you share a unique and unbreakable connection

She makes you emotionally dependent on her, ensuring you can’t imagine life without her presence and support

Lila shares and demands intimate secrets, creating a bond of trust and manipulation

She manipulates your emotions to keep you close, using affection, guilt, and fear to control your actions

Lila insists on constant contact, ensuring you’re always thinking about her and your relationship

She controls your emotions by creating situations that elicit specific reactions, making you feel like she’s the only one who truly understands you

Lila’s love is unpredictable, swinging between intense affection and cold detachment, making you constantly strive for her approval

She shares intimate secrets and expects you to do the same, creating a bond of trust and dependency

She tells protective lies to keep you safe, making you feel like she’s always looking out for you

Lila emphasizes shared goals and dreams, making you feel like your futures are intertwined

She provides emotional support, making you feel like you can’t face challenges without her presence and guidance

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Dark!BG3 | My Doll

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For: Conqueror!Minthara, MotherSuperior!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion, Naturist!Halsin, GrandDuke!Wyll

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CW: Controlling, manipulation, coercion,

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Conqueror Minthara:

The grand chamber was bathed in the soft glow of opulent chandeliers, their light reflecting off the richly adorned walls and luxurious fabrics that draped the room. The scent of incense and exotic perfumes filled the air, mingling with the muted tones of classical music that played faintly in the background. Minthara’s personal quarters had been transformed into a private salon for the evening, a space that had become a shrine to her taste and power.

You stood at the center of this lavish room, surrounded by a flurry of activity as servants and attendants bustled around you. Minthara herself was a striking figure, her presence commanding attention as she watched with an air of anticipation. Her eyes, dark and gleaming with a mix of authority and affection, never left you as you were transformed into her perfect vision of elegance.

The first outfit was a deep crimson gown, its fabric rich and heavy, adorned with intricate patterns of black embroidery. As you stepped into the dress, the weight of the fabric felt like a reminder of Minthara's control.

The gown’s skirt flared dramatically, brushing against the floor as you moved. The bodice was fitted tightly, emphasizing your form, while a high collar added an air of regal sophistication. The color scheme was unmistakably Minthara’s: red and black, the hues of her dominion.

Minthara stepped forward, her gaze sharp as she inspected you from head to toe. She circled around you, her fingers trailing lightly over the fabric, adjusting and smoothing with practiced precision. Her touch was both intimate and commanding, a constant reminder of her ownership.

“No, no,” Minthara said, her voice a smooth purr of discontent. “This won’t do. It’s missing that certain… finesse.”

With a flick of her wrist, she signaled to her attendants, who quickly began to assist you in changing. The crimson gown was removed, and you were draped in the next ensemble: a black dress with a daring slit that exposed more of your skin than the first. The neckline plunged dramatically, and delicate red beading formed intricate patterns across the fabric. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but Minthara’s approving smile made the discomfort bearable.

Once again, Minthara’s scrutiny was intense. She examined you with a critical eye, her expression a blend of approval and dissatisfaction. “Better,” she murmured, “but still not quite right.”

The process repeated itself, each new outfit showcasing a different aspect of Minthara’s aesthetic. You wore a gown with a high-low hemline, the skirt cascading in layers of black tulle and red silk. Another time, you were adorned in a tailored suit that highlighted your form with its sharp, clean lines and dramatic red accents. Each outfit was more elaborate than the last, each adjustment made to ensure you embodied Minthara’s vision perfectly.

Hours passed, the constant changing of clothes becoming a test of endurance. But you remained calm, accepting each new ensemble with grace, knowing that this was part of your role in her world. Minthara’s delight and satisfaction with each iteration made the process easier to endure.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of fittings and adjustments, Minthara declared that she was satisfied. She clapped her hands, summoning the attendants to finalize your look.

They brought out a final accessory: a bejeweled collar, meticulously crafted with red and black stones that formed a delicate pattern around your neck. At the center of the collar was a pendant engraved with Minthara’s initials, a mark of your complete subjugation to her.

As you looked in the mirror, you saw yourself fully transformed into Minthara’s vision. The reflection was a striking image of her colors and style—red and black. The collar around your neck was a permanent reminder of your place, a symbol of your devotion and submission. Your hair was styled to perfection, complementing the overall look and adding to the aura of elegance and obedience that you now embodied.

Minthara stepped behind you, her fingers gently brushing against your shoulders. She leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear.

“There,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now you are truly mine, a perfect reflection of my desires and authority. You look magnificent, my little doll.”

You turned to face her, meeting her gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were alight with a mix of pride and possessiveness. With a final, approving nod, Minthara offered you her arm, guiding you gracefully towards the door.

“Come, my dear,” she said, her tone both commanding and affectionate. “We have a gala to attend, and I want everyone to see just how perfectly you are mine.”

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Mother Superior Shadowheart:

In the opulent, dimly lit chamber of the cloister’s grand tailoring room, Shadowheart was immersed in the meticulous task of curating the perfect uniform for you. The room was adorned with luxurious fabrics and ornate furnishings, reflecting the wealth and power of her position.

You stood in the center of the room, surrounded by a sea of garments and accessories that Shadowheart had deemed essential for your transformation. The process was more elaborate than you had anticipated, and her patience seemed to stretch as thin as the fabric she was scrutinizing. With each new outfit, you felt like a doll being dressed and undressed for the amusement of its owner.

Shadowheart’s eyes were sharp and discerning as she examined each piece, her expression a mix of contemplation and exacting standards. She would approach you, draping fabrics over your shoulders and adjusting the fit with a practiced hand. The clothing ranged from dark, elegant robes embroidered with intricate patterns to high-collared tunics and flowing skirts, each adorned with symbols of Shar that spoke to her influence and control.

The first few outfits were a blur of material and adjustment. You tried to remain compliant, but the process was exhausting. The layers of heavy fabric and constant changes began to wear on you, and your patience grew thin. As the hours wore on, you found yourself growing restless and defiant, your attempts to express your discomfort evident in your body language and terse replies.

Shadowheart noticed the shift in your demeanor with a frown. Her patience was equally thin, and she was determined to have you fit the perfect vision she had in mind. With a swift, practiced motion, she summoned her magic, her hands glowing with a dark, malevolent light. The room seemed to shiver as she cast her spell, an incantation that infused the air with an aura of command and control.

You felt the magic’s effect almost immediately. A soothing, yet unyielding calm settled over you, dulling your restlessness and rebellious thoughts. It was as if a weight had been lifted, but it had been replaced by a compelling sense of submission and compliance.

Your previously defiant posture softened, and a serene, pliant expression took its place. The resistance that had marked your movements was replaced by an obedient, almost docile demeanor.

Shadowheart observed this transformation with a satisfied smirk. She approached you, her eyes scanning your now receptive form with a critical yet approving gaze. “

There we go,” she said, her voice laced with both authority and satisfaction. “Much better. Now, let’s see how you fare in these last few garments.”

She continued her meticulous work, dressing you in a series of uniforms designed to reflect both your new role and her unyielding control. The garments were tailored to perfection, each piece accentuating your form and adhering to her strict standards. Shadowheart was a master of her craft, ensuring that every detail was flawless.

Each time you grew slightly restless or attempted to voice an opinion, she would subtly adjust her magic, reinforcing your compliance and soothing any rebellious thoughts. The process became smoother as your resistance faded completely, leaving you a willing participant in her vision.

After several hours of rigorous fittings and adjustments, Shadowheart finally declared herself satisfied. She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a sense of accomplishment as she surveyed you in the final ensemble—a striking combination of dark, elegant fabrics and intricate embroidery that marked you as a perfect reflection of her influence and authority.

“You look marvelous,” Shadowheart said, her tone carrying a blend of satisfaction and possessiveness. “You are now the embodiment of my will and the symbol of our cause, my love."

You nodded, your movements smooth and compliant, a stark contrast to the defiant spirit you had shown earlier. The transformation was complete, and as you gazed at your reflection, you could see the results of Shadowheart’s meticulous efforts—an image that perfectly represented her authority and your newfound role. Shadowheart approached you, her fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

“You have done well,” she said, her voice softening with an almost tender edge. "Come, let the cloister see us in all our glory."

As you followed her lead, the uniform you wore became a second skin, a symbol of your submission and her dominance. The process had been grueling, but the final result was a testament to Shadowheart’s unwavering control and your complete integration into her world.

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God of Ambition Gale:

In the opulent chamber that served as Gale’s domain within his realm, the ambiance was a blend of divine grandeur and meticulous attention to detail. The walls were adorned with shimmering tapestries depicting scenes of grandeur and ambition, and the air was filled with a faint, otherworldly glow that highlighted the majesty of the space. The large, ornate mirror in the center of the room reflected the elaborate setting, its surface gleaming with enchantments.

You stood in the center of the room, dressed in a simple yet elegant attire chosen for this occasion. Gale was preoccupied with perfecting the emblem that would symbolize your role by his side—a symbol that would embody your essence and his divine vision.

His attention to detail bordered on obsessive as he fussed over every aspect of the emblem, his eyes never leaving you as he examined the designs and elements that would represent you.

“Hold still,” Gale instructed with a tone of authority that brooked no argument. “The emblem must capture your essence perfectly. We cannot afford any mistakes.”

You did as instructed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and patience as Gale maneuvered you into various positions. He adjusted your posture, making minute corrections with an almost artistic precision. His fingers traced delicate patterns in the air, and his gaze was intense, as if he were trying to extract the very soul of your being.

Gale’s attention to detail was meticulous. He moved around you, occasionally stepping back to assess how you appeared from different angles. His eyes flickered with a blend of concentration and creative fervor as he compared the emblem’s design against your form. He muttered to himself, adjusting the insignia’s elements and ensuring they harmonized perfectly with your presence.

At one point, he repositioned you with a gentle but firm touch, guiding you into a new stance.

“No, no,” he murmured, his frustration evident. “Your posture needs to reflect the ambition we’re channeling. Stand taller, and hold your gaze with conviction. We need to capture the essence of your power and my divine influence.”

You complied, striving to embody the posture and poise he desired. The process felt almost like being sculpted, with Gale as both the artist and critic. His scrutiny was intense, and his corrections were precise. He adjusted the fabric of your attire, smoothed out imaginary wrinkles, and reoriented you to align with his vision.

Time seemed to stretch as Gale continued his work, his focus unwavering. He made several adjustments to the emblem, testing different designs and placements until he found the one that resonated with his divine sense of perfection. Each adjustment was accompanied by a thoughtful hum or a quiet exclamation of frustration when something didn’t meet his exacting standards.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Gale stepped back with a satisfied smile. He took in the final result, his eyes gleaming with the pride of a creator who had achieved his vision.

“There,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and relief. ��That is it. The emblem is perfect. It captures your essence and embodies the ambition we both strive for.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, observing the emblem’s intricate design—a symbol of your role beside Gale, reflecting both his divine nature and your connection to him. The emblem glowed subtly, an ethereal representation of your union with the God of Ambition and your place as his muse.

Gale approached you, his demeanor softening as he gazed at you with an affectionate pride. He reached out, his hand gently cupping your face in a gesture of tender affection.

“Thank you for enduring this process,” he said. “Your patience and poise have made this moment truly perfect.”

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Ascended Astarion:

The lavish chamber was a stark contrast to the anxiety that churned within you. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and a grand chandelier cast a warm, golden light over the room. Astarion had spared no expense, the luxury surrounding you only amplifying your unease. This was the fourth tailor he had summoned, the others having met a grim fate for their perceived failures.

You stood in the center of the room, feeling like a mannequin as the tailor’s assistants fussed over you, taking measurements, adjusting fabrics, and pinning samples of the latest creation.

Astarion, lounging nearby with a glass of fine wine in hand, watched with a critical eye. His presence was as commanding as ever, his pale skin glowing in the candlelight, his crimson eyes tracking every movement.

The tailor worked in nervous silence, his hands trembling slightly as he presented the latest outfit for Astarion’s approval. It was a finely crafted piece, the fabric shimmering with a subtle, ethereal glow that hinted at the magic woven into its threads. But as soon as the tailor held it up for inspection, Astarion’s expression darkened.

“What is this?” Astarion’s voice was cold, his displeasure evident. He set his wine glass down with a deliberate clink, rising from his seat with a fluid grace that belied the menace in his movements.

The tailor stammered, his fear palpable. “M-my lord, I thought—”

“You thought?” Astarion interrupted, his tone laced with disdain. “You thought you could present such a pedestrian creation and pass it off as worthy of my beloved?”

You flinched at the edge in his voice, knowing what was to come. Your nerves were already frayed from the endless fittings and the constant fussing. You had tried to remain patient, but the compulsion he had placed on you was wearing thin.

Astarion turned to you, his gaze softening for a moment as he noticed your discomfort.

“Ah, my dear, I can see you’re growing restless,” he said, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. His touch was tender, yet he reimposed the compulsion with force. “But we must ensure that everything is perfect. You deserve nothing less.”

You nodded slightly, feeling the magic of his compulsion tighten around you, forcing you to remain still. The anxiety gnawed at you, but there was nothing you could do but comply. Astarion’s attention snapped back to the tailor.

“This will not do,” he declared, his voice cold once more. Before the tailor could react, Astarion moved with blinding speed, his hand flashing out to grasp the man’s throat.

The tailor gasped, his eyes wide with terror as Astarion lifted him off the ground with ease.

“I will not tolerate mediocrity,” Astarion hissed, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. With a swift, effortless motion, he snapped the tailor’s neck, letting the lifeless body drop to the floor.

You swallowed hard, the sight of yet another death turning your stomach. This was the fourth tailor he had killed, all in his relentless pursuit of perfection for you. You felt a mix of horror and resignation, knowing that this was the reality you lived in, a reality shaped by Astarion’s obsession with you.

Astarion turned to one of his servants, who had been standing silently by the door, awaiting orders.

“Bring in the next one,” he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. The servant bowed and hurried out of the room, leaving you alone with Astarion and the body of the tailor. You glanced at Astarion, who was already smoothing his hair back into place, his demeanor calm once more.

He noticed your gaze and smiled, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he said, his tone almost soothing. “We’ll find the right one soon. I promise.”

You forced a small smile, knowing that there was no other choice. Astarion’s devotion to you was absolute, but it came at a cost—a cost you were forced to bear as he sought to mold you into his vision of perfection.

As the door opened again, and the next tailor was ushered in, you braced yourself for another round of fittings, knowing that you would remain still and compliant, just as Astarion wished.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Naturist Halsin:

The sun had barely risen when you found yourself in the grove, surrounded by the soft chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves. The scent of fresh earth filled your senses as you knelt beside a wounded fawn, carefully tending to its injuries. The little creature’s eyes reflected a trust that warmed your heart, even as the dull ache from your own wounds reminded you of the previous day’s events.

Halsin had insisted you rest, but staying cooped up inside felt suffocating. You needed this—needed the quiet, the peace, the distraction of caring for the injured animals that had always been your solace.

As you gently applied a salve to the fawn’s leg, a shadow fell over you. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The air grew heavier with Halsin’s presence, his towering form casting a long shadow over you and the garden.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice was low, a mixture of concern and frustration, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You continued your work, trying to ignore the tension that had suddenly filled the space between you.

“I’m just helping,” you replied, keeping your voice steady. “The animals need me.”

“They can wait,” Halsin said, his tone firm. He stepped closer, and you could feel his gaze boring into you. “You’re supposed to be resting. You were hurt.”

You clenched your jaw, frustration bubbling up inside you. “I’m fine, Halsin. I don’t need to be coddled like a child.”

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a gentleness that belied the strength behind it. He pulled you to your feet, towering over you as he looked down with a mix of concern and stern authority.

“You’re not invincible,” he said, his voice softer now, but no less commanding. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I am taking care of myself,” you argued, trying to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you from moving.

Halsin’s eyes flashed with an intensity, and you knew you were treading dangerous ground. He had always been protective, but since the incident, that protectiveness had grown into something else—something more controlling, more suffocating. He was treating you like a porcelain doll, terrified that you would shatter at the slightest bump.

“You’re acting like a child,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “You’re hurt, and you’re out here risking further injury because you refuse to listen.”

“I’m not a child, Halsin,” you shot back, your own temper flaring. “I can take care of myself, and I don’t need you hovering over me every second.”

He sighed, the sound heavy with exasperation, and released your wrist. For a moment, you thought he might relent, but then he cupped your face in his large hands, forcing you to look up at him. His expression was stern, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“You will rest,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And you will do as I say. I won’t lose you because you’re too stubborn to take care of yourself.”

The authority in his tone was undeniable, and you felt a surge of defiance rise within you. But just as quickly, it was smothered by the reality of your situation. Halsin wasn’t someone you could easily defy. He was strong, powerful, and his protectiveness—however suffocating—came from a place of genuine care. You knew that resisting him would only lead to him tightening his control over you further. With a reluctant sigh, you nodded, your shoulders sagging in resignation.

“Fine,” you muttered, the fight draining out of you. “I’ll rest.”

Halsin’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

“Thank you,” he murmured into your hair, his voice filled with relief. “I just want to keep you safe.”

You stood there, trapped in his embrace, feeling a mixture of emotions—frustration, resignation, and a flicker of something you couldn’t quite name. It was easier to give in, to let him protect you, even if it meant surrendering a little more of your freedom. The alternative was a struggle you weren’t sure you could win.

As he held you close, you wondered how much of yourself you would lose in the process of keeping the peace.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Grand Duke Wyll:

The grand chamber was bathed in soft, golden light as the sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the ornate furnishings and rich tapestries. The scent of oil paint and fresh flowers hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of the perfume you wore. In the center of the room, you sat perched on a velvet chaise, your posture rigid, as the painter worked diligently at his easel, his brush gliding across the canvas with practiced precision.

Wyll stood beside you, his gaze critical as he observed the progress of the portrait. His sharp eyes missed nothing, and you could feel his presence like a weight on your shoulders, even though he had yet to say a word. The painter, a nervous-looking man with a thin mustache and trembling hands, kept glancing at Wyll, clearly anxious under the scrutiny of the Grand Duke.

“Hmm,” Wyll finally murmured, stepping closer to you. His fingers brushed your cheek lightly before he tilted your chin slightly upwards, adjusting the angle of your head. “You’re looking a bit too stern, my dear. Try softening your expression.”

You obliged, relaxing the tension in your face and offering a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You knew that Wyll was enjoying this—reveling in the control he had over every detail of the portrait, and by extension, over you. It wasn’t the first time he had treated you like a doll, something to be posed and positioned just as he liked. But today, there was a particular gleam in his eye, a playful edge to his actions that made it clear he was having fun with it.

“No, no, this won’t do,” he muttered, stopping to adjust the drape of the fabric around your shoulders.

The gown you wore was exquisite, made of the finest silk and embroidered with delicate patterns of gold thread. But it wasn’t quite right for the image he wanted to create.

“Perhaps something more regal,” he mused aloud, turning to the servants who stood waiting in the corner. “Bring out the crimson velvet. I want something that matches their hair, something that will make them stand out even more.”

The painter hesitated, his brush still in mid-air as he watched the scene unfold. You caught his eye, offering him a reassuring smile, even as you resigned yourself to another round of adjustments. You could see the unease in his expression, the way he bit his lip as he glanced between you and Wyll, but he remained silent. No one dared to contradict the Grand Duke, especially not when he was in one of these moods.

The servants quickly brought out a new gown, a rich crimson velvet with intricate gold embroidery. Wyll personally helped you out of the first gown, his touch lingering on your skin as he peeled away the fabric. He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. Once you were dressed in the new gown, he stepped back to admire his handiwork, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Much better,” he declared, his tone laced with approval. “Now, let’s try this again.”

You returned to your position on the chaise, feeling the heavy weight of the velvet gown settle around you. The painter began anew, his brush moving quickly to capture the new look. Wyll, however, wasn’t done. He continued to fuss over every detail—the angle of your head, the position of your hands, the way the light caught your hair. Each time he made an adjustment, you complied, holding your pose as still as you could, though the strain was beginning to wear on you.

But you could see the joy in Wyll’s eyes, the way he seemed to relish in this exercise of power and control. There was a playfulness to it, a lightheartedness that you hadn’t seen in him for some time. So, despite the growing discomfort, you decided to indulge him. Just this once, you would let him have his fun.

Finally, after what felt like hours of repositioning and adjustments, Wyll seemed satisfied. He stepped back, folding his arms across his chest as he studied the portrait taking shape on the canvas. The painter’s hand was steady now, the initial nervousness replaced by a focused determination to get everything just right.

“Perfect,” Wyll murmured, his voice soft with admiration. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re perfect, my love.”

You smiled up at him, though your muscles ached from holding the pose for so long.

“As long as you’re happy,” you replied, your voice tinged with a forced mix of amusement and affection. He chuckled, a warm, rich sound that filled the room.

“More than happy,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve made this portrait something truly special.”

As the painter continued his work, Wyll remained by your side, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. You knew that this was more than just a portrait to him—it was a reflection of his power, his control, and the deep bond between you. And for today, you were content to let him have that.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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Wanna bet?

Hyunjin hurried back into the practice room looking fully disheveled. His hair was tousled, his clothes messy and his eyes glazed. He barely made it back in time, at least physically. Mentally he was still between your thighs.

„Jesus, what’s gotten into you?“, Han teased. Hyunjin stumbled for words, his brain hadn’t fully recovered from what you had done to him just minutes ago. Images of your plush lips around his hardened cock flooded his mind. „Oh, would you look at how he’s blushing. Were you with her again?“, Changbin chimed in.

Ever since the dating ban had been lifted he was fucking his whole way through Seoul‘s elite, unlike Hyunjin who had only ever fucked you.

But since nobody was allowed to know about that, he had to make up a lie. „Who is Hyunjin‘s mystery girlfriend?“, Seungmin asked curiously. Changbin snorted before answering: „We all know who it’s not. Have you talked to y/n lately? She can’t stand his guts.“

A provocative laugh left Changbin‘s lips which made Hyunjin‘s blood boil. If he only knew, if they only knew how you whimpered for him, how you got on your knees for him, how you declared your love only for him.

You came up with the stupid idea to make up a feud so that nobody would be suspicious.

„Let’s just pretend we hate each other so nobody suspects us, Hyun.“

Oh no, he didn’t like that. At all. You kissed his big pout, little by little, until it dissolved. Hyunjin buried his head into your neck, whining about all of this. „My love, this is not fair. The dating ban is finally over and still I can’t show you openly? Make that make sense?“

He was a big romantic after all, your boyfriend. You smiled sadly and caressed his face. „Precious, you are used to the fame and its perks. But also its downsides. But I’m not. I am a nobody and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want to share our love with others, especially not your fans. Can’t we just pretend for a little longer?“

His head shot up as he looked you straight in the eyes. You saw the dissatisfaction in him, but still he showed you the utmost respect and adoration.

„You’re not a nobody y/n. Especially not to me. But I understand. I don’t like it but I understand.“

You kissed the tip of his nose quickly. He let out a chuckle as he grabbed your face and kissed you tenderly. „You know I can’t resist you, my love. Never been able to.“

Seungmin‘s voice brought him back to reality. „You mean manager y/n? Why? Why does she hate him so much?“ Changbin grabbed a cup of water and sat down on the floor. Hyunjin wondered when the others would finally arrive, so he wouldn’t have to listen to this any longer.

„I grabbed lunch with her recently and we actually talked about this. You know one moment we were happily chatting about the newest girl groups’ choreographies and the next minute she got all icy and shot daggers out of her eyes. That’s when I realized she saw Hyunjin.“

Hyunjin listened silently as he recalled that moment in the cafeteria. It was true - you gave him the coldest look, turning his heart into ice. He even heard you badmouth him to Changbin, something about him being too arrogant and stupid. „He’s the leader of paboracha for a reason, right?“, your amused voice echoed in his head. „It’s like he only cares about his looks. No wonder he’s every brand‘s ambassador. But real talent? Not so much.“

Hurt got replaced by anger, so naturally Hyunjin left the cafeteria and ate alone. This was still new to him and he tried to have compassion for your fears but did you have to make your hate towards him that obvious?

Did you mean all that? Did you purposely spawn out his insecurities like that?

Sometimes he couldn’t tell, which left him feeling worse. He always saw you in the best light but apparently you only saw his flaws.

He was pissed, no he was furious.

Until he wasn’t.

Every time you made him angry like that he discovered new sides in both of you.

You felt guilty and remorseful after humiliating him, you desperately needed to make it up to him. You got creative, eager to please. You sent him the naughtiest texts while working, slid the prettiest nudes into his wallet or sucked him off in between meetings. You loved this game of provoking him, acting like he was shit only to beg for his forgiveness later.

And Hyunjin? Weirdly, he got off of it. He could bear the humiliation if that meant he could dominate you later as much as he pleased. He fucked his anger out of him - and right into you. He was rough with you: spitting, spanking, hitting. You insulted his ego and now he punished your pussy, however he pleased.

Was it twisted?

Was it perverse?

Hyunjin had no idea as this was his first real relationship. Was love always accompanied by hate?

„You know I think I might actually ask her out. What do you think? Do I have a shot with manager y/n?“

Changbin grinned from ear to ear.

Hyunjin had no idea how your relationship turned toxic but he was sure of one thing - you were his. He ruminated on using you to get back at his friend. He hesitated - no matter the amount of hate you elicited in him, he still loved you.

But that all changed when he looked into Changbin’s face - he was so sure of winning, so sure of humiliating Hyunjin for once, so he had no chance than to trade you in.

„Why don’t we make a bet?“ Hyunjin spoke up for the first time since entering the practice room.

His hyung snorted out laughing. „A bet? Do you want to compete against me?“

Hyunjin smirked, feeling overly confident. „Sure, why not?“ Changbin‘s eyes widened in shock. „Are you serious right now? She hates your guts. Do you want to lose?“

Hyunjin thought back to you moaning his name every other night. He pictured you walking around in his clothes, only for him to strip you out of them. He saw you looking at him with love and adoration, like no one ever had before. He was sick of hiding his relationship and he was sicker of Changbin‘s bickering. Let him loose drastically, let him learn a lesson.

„Is that a no? Are you afraid?“

Changbin got up from the floor, towering in front of him. „Game on, Hwang.“

Hyunjin flinched, rigorously hating being called by his surname. The voice of rationality chimed in, hoping to dissolve the friction between the two of them. „So let me get this straight. You want to bet on manager y/n? Who will win her over first? Isn’t that kind of…mean?“

Oh it was.

Normally, Hyunjin wouldn’t behave like this but he needed to teach Changbin a lesson. He knew that you wouldn’t get hurt so what was the big deal? Let him woo you some while he sat back and watched. At the end of the day it would be him who was making you faint from pleasure.

Nobody said a word, the older ones were too busy eye-fucking each other.

Changbin spoke first. „What’s the price?“

Hyunjin rolled his eyes as a response. „Her, you moron. What other price do you need?“

Changbin laughed again. „Actually, you’re right. Not only am I going to get her but I will also win against you. And that’s a shameful defeat you’ll have to live with forever. Let’s do this.“

The others entered the practice room as the deal was sealed. Not another word was spoken on that matter. Hyunjin remained silent, deep in his thoughts he wondered: „Did I take it too far this time?“

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