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Heaven on earth

(Minnie X Miyeon X Male Reader)

The stage lights dimm to a roar of applause, the crowd chanting their names like a battle cry. Minnie takes one last bow alongside her groupmates, before retreating backstage. The adrenaline coursing through her veins makes her legs feel shaky, but the energy of the fans carries her forward.

“That was... insane."

Miyeon pants, her arm slung over Minnie’s shoulder as they stumble towards the dressing room.

“Best crowd yet."

Minnie agrees, clutching her water bottle like a lifeline. Her voice is hoarse, her chest heaving from the effort of their two-hour performance.

Soyeon, ever the composed leader, walks beside them with effortless grace. Not a strand of her hair is out of place, her makeup still flawless despite the intensity of the concert.

“You two look like you’ve been hit by a truck."

She teases, flashing them a smirk.

“Feel like it too."

Miyeon groans, collapsing onto the couch as soon as they reach the dressing room. Minnie follows, slumping into the cushions beside her.

“How do you do it?”

Minnie asks Soyeon, who has already begun touching up her lipstick at the vanity.

“You’re like a robot or something.”

“Discipline."

Soyeon replies, capping her lipstick with a flourish.

“And knowing how to recover properly.”

“Recovery?”

Miyeon rolls her neck.

“If you’ve got some secret, now’s the time to share it. My entire body feels like it’s falling apart.”

Soyeon turns to them with a knowing smile.

“I might have just the thing.”

She reaches into her designer handbag and pulls out a small, elegant black-and-gold card. She tosses it onto the coffee table, where it lands with an air of finality.

“What’s this?”

Minnie asks, picking up the card. The text was embossed in gold, reading:

"Heaven on earth."

Beneath it is a residential address in one of Seoul’s wealthiest neighborhoods.

“A massage parlor?”

Miyeon asks, sitting up and squinting at the card.

“Not just any massage parlor."

Soyeon says, returning to her seat with a graceful ease. “It’s exclusive. Appointment-only. The kind of place you’d never find unless someone like me pointed you in the right direction.”

“And you’ve been?”

Minnie flips the card over. It is blank on the back.

“A few times."

Soyeon replies with a sly smile.

"Trust me, it’s worth it. They’ll have you feeling like new.”

“Sounds expensive."

Miyeon says, though the intrigue in her voice was clear.

“It is.”

Soyeon stands up and grabs her bag.

“But you get what you pay for. Oh, and if you decide to go, ask for Mr. Shin.”

“Who’s Mr. Shin?"

Minnie looks up at her.

“The best therapist there."

Soyeon says, her smile turning mysterious.

"You’ll see.”

The next afternoon, Minnie and Miyeon find themselves driving through a quiet street in Cheongdam-dong, a neighborhood known for its old-money charm. Unlike the flashy high-rises of central Seoul, this area has an understated elegance. The houses are large, each tucked behind manicured hedges or stone walls, their gates hinting at secrets rather than wealth.

“This can’t be right. It looks like someone's house."

Minnie murmurs as the car pulls up to an unassuming white stucco house. Miyeon checks the address on the card again.

"But it’s the right place.”

The gate opens automatically, revealing a beautifully landscaped front yard. A small pond glimmers in the afternoon sunlight, its surface dotted with lily pads. Wisteria climbs the side of the house, its purple blossoms trailing like draped silk.

“This is way too fancy for a massage parlor."

Minnie steps out of the car, followed closely by Miyeon.

A woman in her thirties greets them at the door. Dressed in a tailored black suit, she exudes a calm professionalism that seemed incongruous with the cozy facade of the house.

“Welcome to Heaven on Earth."

She gives the two of them a polite bow.

“You must be Miss Miyeon and Miss Minnie. Please, come in.”

The interior of the house is just as luxurious as the exterior, though it feels more like a curated gallery than a home. The floors are polished dark wood, the walls painted in soft neutrals accented with minimalist art pieces. A chandelier made of cascading glass droplets hangs in the entryway, casting soft rainbows on the walls.

“This way."

The woman leads them down a hallway to a spacious lounge.

The room is an embodiment of indulgence. A sunken jacuzzi bubbles softly in the center, steam curling lazily into the air. To the left, an L-shaped sectional sofa surrounds a sleek glass coffee table, while to the right, three armchairs are arranged around a low, polished wooden table. In another corner, a mahogany bar holds crystal decanters filled with amber liquid.

“This is... not what I expected."

Miyeon's voice is tinged with both awe and confusion.

“Where’s the massage table?”

“The setting is designed for your comfort. Please take a moment to fill out these forms while we prepare for your session.”

She hands them clipboards with thick, gold-edged forms. Minnie and Miyeon exchange a glance before sitting down in the armchairs to fill them out.

The first page of the form is standard enough. Name, age, and medical conditions. But as they turn the page, the questions become stranger.

“‘Do you prefer a calming or commanding energy?’”

Minnie reads aloud, her brow furrowing.

"What does that even mean?”

Miyeon glances at her form.

"‘How important is discretion in your experience?’ That’s... oddly specific.”

“It gets weirder."

Minnie says, pointing to a section labeled Personal Comfort Preferences.

"Physical boundaries: open to touch, selective, or exclusive?’ This doesn’t feel like a normal massage parlor.”

Miyeon hesitates, then shrugs.

“Maybe it’s just rich people being extra. You know how Soyeon is about her fancy things.”

They continue filling out the form, though the questions make Minnie feel increasingly uneasy. The final page asks if they’d like to request a specific therapist.

“Soyeon said to ask for Mr. Shin."

Miyeon writes his name in the blank field.

Minnie follows suit, though a part of her wonders what exactly they are signing up for.

After a while, the receptionist returns to collect the forms, her smile never faltering.

“Thank you. Please make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Shin will join you shortly.”

The lounge grows quiet after the receptionist leaves. Miyeon pours herself a drink from one of the decanters, swirling the amber liquid in a crystal glass before taking a sip.

“This is the fanciest waiting room I’ve ever seen."

She settles onto the sectional sofa.

“Soyeon was right about it being exclusive.”

“It’s more than fancy."

Minnie says, pacing the room.

“It’s weird. There’s no massage table, but there’s a jacuzzi, a bar, and enough furniture to host a party. Doesn’t this feel... off?”

Miyeon hesitates, glancing around the room.

"A little, maybe. But if Soyeon comes here all the time, it can’t be that bad.”

Minnie opens her mouth to reply, but the door opens before she could speak. A tall man steps inside, and the atmosphere seems to shift.

His clean, dark suit seems to fit him perfectly. Miyeon notices his broad shoulders. His warm, but piercing eyes. His welcoming, but professional smile.

“Miss Miyeon. Miss Minnie."

He bows slightly.

“I’m Mr. Shin. Welcome to Heaven on Earth.”

Minnie and Miyeon exchange a glance, suddenly unsure of what exactly they've signed up for.

Mr. Shin’s presence fills the room, calm yet imposing. He stands by the door for a moment, his dark eyes seem to look them up and down for just a second. His polite smile widens just enough to feel both professional and unnerving.

“Please, make yourselves comfortable. We’ll begin shortly.��

You gesture towards the seating arrangements.

Minnie and Miyeon hesitate before moving to the L-shaped sectional. The rich cream sofa feels almost too soft, as though it might swallow them whole. Minnie shifts uncomfortably, her senses tingling as you walk towards the bar.

“Would you like a drink to help you relax?”

Your question is directed at Minnie, after seeing that Miyeon has already helped herself. You pour a measure of amber liquid into a crystal glass without waiting for a reply, then place it on the coffee table in front of them. The way your hands move - controlled, deliberate - makes Minnie's stomach tighten.

Miyeon reaches for her own glass, but Minnie stops her with a light touch on her wrist.

“Maybe we should wait.”

Minnie says, her voice low. Something about the situation feels too orchestrated, too precise.

She sees you raising an eyebrow, your expression unreadable.

“Of course."

You say, stepping back.

"The choice is always yours.”

Minnie’s pulse quickens. The words seem innocuous, but there was an undertone to them that she can't quite place.

Your posture remains impeccable as you take a seat in one of the armchairs.

“I’ll need to review your preferences before we begin."

You pull out a tablet from a discreet drawer in the coffee table. Tapping the screen, your eyes scan whatever notes have been transcribed from their forms.

“You mentioned physical tension and overall fatigue."

Your gaze flicking briefly to Miyeon.

"Is there anything else I should know about what you’re hoping to achieve today?”

Miyeon blinks, caught off guard by the directness of the question.

“Uh, just… to feel more relaxed, I guess.”

“Relaxation is our specialty."

You turn towards the other woman.

“And you, Miss Minnie? Any additional concerns?”

Minnie hesitates, her instincts screaming that something isn’t right. But she can't deny the lingering ache in her body from the grueling schedule they've been under.

“No, just the same. Relaxation.”

“Perfect. I-"

You get interrupted by the door being opened. Ms. Lee, the receptionist, bows politely in the women's direction.

"I apologize."

She looks at you.

"I have one of your regulars on the line."

You smile, standing up in one fluid motion.

"Please excuse for a minute."

Miyeon nods in understanding.

When the door clicks shut behind you, Miyeon lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

“Okay, is it just me, or is this the strangest massage parlor in existence?”

Minnie nods, leaning forward to whisper.

“Did you see that form he was looking at? Why does a massage therapist need that much detail about ‘intimate boundaries’?”

“Maybe it’s like a medical thing. You know, to avoid lawsuits or something.”

She doesn't sound very convincing.

“Maybe."

Minnie mutters, though the uneasy feeling in her stomach refuses to go away.

A mischievous smile plays around your lips when you reach for the door. The one who just called was Soyeon. She only confirmed what you already expected. The two women don't know what kind of place this is. It's always fun having someone new, who slowly figures it out over time. The older woman asked you to properly take care of them. The way you usually take care of her. Which means you'll need to move them to the room next door eventually.

You step back inside the lounge, two large white towels hanging off your arm. After neatly placing them on the sofa, you keep standing.

“Before we proceed, I’d like you both to relax fully. The body cannot release tension unless the mind is at ease.”

You gesture toward the jacuzzi, its bubbling water glinting like liquid gold under the low lighting.

“You’re welcome to use the jacuzzi to begin loosening your muscles.”

Minnie and Miyeon exchanged a glance. The suggestion seems innocuous enough, but there is something in your tone that makes Minnie’s skin prickle.

“I think we’re fine here."

She says quickly, crossing her legs and sinking deeper into the sofa. The plush cushions envelops her, but she feels no comfort.

Miyeon, however, seems more willing to indulge. “It does look tempting."

She admits, though she makes no move to stand. “But maybe later.”

You nod, your expression neutral. How long is it gonna take until they figure it out? Should you be more straightforward?

“As you wish. Comfort is always a priority at Heaven on Earth.”

Miyeon picks up her glass, taking a cautious sip. She tries to hide her own complex thoughts. Everything looks so professional. And yet it feels odd, almost mysterious. The lack of massage tables, a jacuzzi, the fact you're wearing an expensive looking suit and not a uniform or something. It all has her mind racing. And yet, she doesn't feel threatened or scared. After all, Soyeon seems to be here often.

Minnie hesitates before taking her own glass, her eyes scanning the room for anything that might hint at what this place really is. The furniture, the lighting, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine - it all feels carefully curated, but for what purpose?

As they sit in silence, you lower yourself into one of the armchairs across from them, your posture impeccable. You rest your hands on the armrests, your fingers tapping lightly as though you are gauging their reactions.

“This space,"

You begin, gesturing subtly to the room,

“is designed to help you shed the weight of external pressures. It is a sanctuary for those who give so much of themselves to the world.”

Your words are soothing, almost hypnotic, but Minnie’s unease only deepens. She glances at the bar, at the jacuzzi, at the way the chaise lounge seems positioned as if it is waiting for something - or someone.

She finally breaks the tension.

“So, uh, how exactly does this work? I mean, it’s not like any massage place I’ve ever been to.”

“We believe in offering more than just physical relief. Our approach addresses the whole self - body, mind, and energy.”

Miyeon leans forward, intrigued despite herself.

"And what does that mean, exactly?”

“It means we tailor every experience to the individual. To their needs, their desires. No two sessions are the same.”

Minnie’s grip tightens around her glass. The way you said desires sends a shiver down her spine, though she can't explain why. She exchanges a glance with Miyeon, who looks intrigued but wary. “C-Can you explain that further?”

Minnie asks, her voice tinged with skepticism.

“Everything here is tailored to help you rediscover yourselves. As performers, you expend so much of your energy giving to others. This space is designed for you to receive.”

The way you said receive makes Minnie’s stomach tighten. She shifts in her seat, her unease mixing with a strange curiosity. Miyeon, meanwhile, seems more relaxed, her posture softening as you continue.

“To begin, I’d like to help you release the tension you’re holding."

Leaning forward, your gaze settles on Miyeon first.

“May I?”

Miyeon hesitates, glancing at Minnie before nodding.

“I... guess?”

You move with deliberate grace, taking Miyeon’s hand in yours. Your touch is warm but firm, your thumb pressing lightly into her palm.

“Tension often begins here. The hands carry the weight of everything we hold onto.”

Miyeon’s breath hitches slightly as you begin to massage her hand, your fingers working expertly over the delicate bones and tendons. She closes her eyes, leaning back against the sofa.

"Wow. That’s... really good.”

Minnie watches, her wariness deepening even as she feels a twinge of envy. There is something intimate about the way you work, you focus entirely on Miyeon. It is professional, yes, but there is a closeness to it that feels almost too personal.

“Miss Minnie, may I assist you as well?”

Your words have her comeback to her senses.

Minnie hesitates, but Miyeon’s relaxed expression seems to reassure her.

"Okay."

She offers her hand to you.

Your touch is the same. Firm, deliberate, yet oddly tender. As your fingers press into her palm, she feels the tension in her muscles begin to melt away, replaced by a strange warmth that spreads up her arm. It isn’t just physical. It is as if the room itself shifts, the air growing heavier, more charged.

You guide them gently, your voice steady as you are now standing behind them. The session transitions into a guided relaxation exercise, with you encouraging them to let go of their insecurities, to embrace the moment without judgment.

As the atmosphere grows more intimate, your touch lingers a fraction longer, your voice dipping into a lower register. The boundary between professional and personal begins to blur, and Minnie finds herself caught between unease and a strange sense of surrender.

“Your bodies carry so much tension."

Your hands moving to Miyeon’s shoulders.

"You deserve to feel free.”

Miyeon’s eyes flutter shut as she leans into your touch, her breathing deep and steady. Minnie watches, her chest tightening as the charged atmosphere wraps around them like a cocoon.

When your attention turns back to Minnie, your touch is as deliberate as before, but there is a new intensity to it. A quiet demand for trust.

“You’re holding back. Why?”

“I don’t know."

Minnie whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Let go. Allow yourself to feel.”

The air in the lounge seems to grow thicker, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine wrapping around Minnie and Miyeon like an invisible tether. You move with the same deliberate grace, but your presence has changed. It is no longer just calm. It is commanding, almost magnetic.

“You’ve been carrying this tension for too long.”

Once more you move onto the older girl. Miyeon tilts her head back slightly, her breath hitching as your hands begin to knead the muscles at the base of her neck. Your touch is expert, but there iss a weight behind it now, a quiet insistence that seems to demand more than just physical surrender.

Minnie watches, her heart thudding in her chest. She wants to say something, but the words catch in her throat. There is something about the way you move, the way your voice fills the room, that makes it impossible to look away.

“Relax."

Your hands sliding down to Miyeon' upper arms. Your fingers brush against the edge of her collarbone, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.

"You deserve to let go.”

Miyeon’s eyes flutter shut, her lips parting as she exhales slowly.

“That feels... really good."

Her voice barely a whisper.

“And you, Miss Minnie."

You say, your tone now carrying a quiet authority. “You’re still holding back.”

Minnie’s pulse quickens as you step closer to her. “I... I’m not sure."

“You don’t have to be sure."

You reply, your voice soft but commanding.

“You only have to trust me.”

Before Minnie can respond, you reach for her hand. Your grip is firm yet gentle, your thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that makes her skin tingle. You guide her to stand, your movements deliberate as you position yourself behind her.

“This isn’t just about touch. It’s about connection. About giving yourself permission to feel.”

Minnie’s breath hitches as your hands rest on her shoulders. Your fingers press into the tense muscles there, drawing a gasp from her lips. Your touch growing firmer as you work your way down her back.

“Good, you’re starting to let go.”

As your hands continue to move, Minnie feels a flicker of something unfamiliar. An awareness that goes beyond the physical. Her cheeks flush as your fingers brush against the curve of her waist, your touch straying just enough to make her wonder if it was intentional.

Miyeon, meanwhile, has leaned forward slightly, her head resting in her hands as you return your attention to her. You kneel in front of her, gesturing Minnie to sink back into the sofa, your hands sliding up Miyeon's calves to her knees.

“Tension gathers here too."

You look up at her.

“May I?”

Miyeon nods, her cheeks pink.

"Yes."

Your hands move higher, kneading the muscles just above her knees. Your movements are precise, but there is a deliberateness to them that makes the air between them feel electric. Your thumbs press inward, just shy of the hem of her dress, and Miyeon inhales sharply.

The silence in the room is broken only by the soft hum of the jacuzzi and the sound of breathing. You rise to your feet, your presence towering over both women as you step back slightly.

“You’re both carrying more than just physical tension. There are walls you’ve built around yourselves. They’re keeping you from fully releasing.”

“What do you mean?”

Miyeon's voice shaky.

“Allow me to show you."

You reach for the top button of your tailored jacket, unfastening it with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of the fabric sliding over your shoulders is almost deafening in the quiet room.

Minnie’s eyes widen as you set the jacket aside, revealing a crisp black shirt that clings to your frame. You roll up your sleeves, exposing strong forearms that seem to radiate power and control. The simple act feels charged, as though you are peeling away more than just clothing.

“Relaxation requires vulnerability."

You reach out to Miyeon. Your fingers brush against the strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulder with a precision that feels both practiced and personal.

“It requires trust.”

Miyeon’s breathing quickens, but she doesn't stop you. Her cheeks flush as you repeat the gesture on her other shoulder, her dress slipping slightly as your hands move to her collarbone.

Minnie’s throat feels dry as you turn to her, your gaze penetrating.

“And you, Miss Minnie. Are you ready to let go?”

Her heart pounds as you reach for her, your hand resting lightly on her jaw. Your thumb brushes against her cheek, sending a jolt of heat through her.

“I... I don’t know."

She admits, her voice trembling.

“You don’t need to know. You only need to trust me.”

And as the line between professionalism and intimacy blurs, Minnie and Miyeon find themselves stepping into uncharted territory, their inhibitions slipping away under your guiding touch.

“You’re so used to holding everything inside. Your body carries it all. Your fear, your doubt, your desire.”

Your voice makes Minnie's breath quicken.

The last word linger in the air, heavy and deliberate. Minnie feels her cheeks flush, but she can't look away from you.

“Let me help you."

You say, your voice dropping into a deeper register. Your thumb traces the line of her jaw before your hand moves to her shoulder, your fingers brushing the edge of her neckline.

“You don’t have to hold onto it anymore.”

Minnie’s breath hitches as your touch grows bolder, your hand sliding down her arm. She feels a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation, her mind racing even as her body seems to respond instinctively to your presence.

You turn your attention back to Miyeon, who sits on the sofa, her posture tense despite the warmth in her cheeks. You move with the same measured grace, kneeling in front of her again, your hands resting lightly on her knees.

“You’re more open. But you’re still holding back.”

“I’m not...”

Miyeon starts, but her voice falters as your hands move higher, your thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her knees.

“You’re used to giving up control in small ways, but not fully. Not here.”

Your hands slide up further, brushing the hem of her dress as you lean in closer.

“Trust me.”

Miyeon’s breath quickens, her lips parting slightly as she nods. Your hands move to her hips, your fingers firm but careful as you guide her to relax against the cushions. Your movements are deliberate.

“You’re starting to feel it.”

Minnie’s heart pounds as she watches the interaction. There is something mesmerizing about the way you move, the way you speak, the way Miyeon seems to melt under your touch. But there is also something deeply unsettling. Something that makes her question whether you have gone too far.

Before she can process her thoughts, you turn your attention back to her. You rise to your feet, your presence towering over her as you extend a hand.

“Stand."

Minnie hesitates, but the weight of your gaze compels her to obey. She places her hand in yours, her legs trembling slightly as you guide her to stand in front of you again.

“You’re stronger than you think."

Your hand moves to her lower back. The pressure of your palm is firm, steady, grounding.

"But strength doesn’t mean closing yourself off.”

Your free hand moves to her waist, your fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. You're close now. So close that she can feel the heat radiating from your body, the faint scent of your cologne mingling with the jasmine and sandalwood in the air.

“You’re holding your breath. Let it go.”

Minnie exhales shakily, her body softening under your touch. She feels your hands shift, one sliding to the curve of her hip while the other moves to her shoulder. Your movements are slow, deliberate, giving her just enough time to process but not enough to resist.

“Good. Now, let me show you what it feels like to truly release.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Your movements grow bolder, your hands exploring the boundaries of her comfort with the precision of someone who knows exactly how far to go. Your fingers brush the small of Minnie’s back, trailing up her spine in a way that makes her shiver. Your touch isn’t rough, but there is a dominance to it. A quiet insistence that makes her heart race.

Miyeon, still reclining on the sofa, seems completely under your spell. Her dress has slipped lower on her shoulders, and she makes no move to adjust it as you returned to her side. Your hand moves to her thigh, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh just above her knee.

“You’re doing well. But you can give more.”

Miyeon’s breath hitches as your hand moves higher, your touch deliberate but never hurried. She closes her eyes, her body sinking further into the cushions as she lets herself be guided by you.

Minnie watches, her chest tightening as the tension in the room reaches a breaking point. She feels your hand on her waist again, your touch grounding her even as her thoughts spin out of control.

“You’re thinking too much. Stop thinking. Just feel.”

Minnie closes her eyes, her body responding to your words even as her mind screams at her to pull away. But it is too late. Your lips meet hers.

Once again, only the jacuzzi breaks the silence. Minnie's whole body is frozen. Miyeon looks at the two of you with wide eyes. Your sudden move has them both stunned. But to Minnie's own surprise, she can feel her body trying to reciprocate the kiss. Her lips almost move on their own. Why isn't she stopping this? She should pull away, say something. But her body refuses. Instead, she sinks even deeper into your touch.

As the blonde deepens the kiss, you slowly let your hands wonder along her waist. Miyeon bites her lip as she watches you feeling Minnie's ass. Your sudden advance stirs something unexpected inside her. Jealousy? Curiosity? She can't tell, but the older girl's body seems to edge closer on its own.

The two of them have gotten used to your touch. Their bodies reacting positively to every one of your movements. When you finally do break the kiss, Minnie leans back. She can feel your hands on her ass and yet, she can still feel the professionalism in your eyes. Not that horny look she sees in some men's eyes when they walk past her. But a look that makes her curious as to what the next step is.

Her breath hitches, when your left hand moves to the front. It almost seems like a coincidence as it slips beneath the long brown skirt. Minnie's eyes are still focused on yours. You place your hand right above her core. Only her underwear separates your hand from her snatch. But you don't apply pressure, or start to move your hand further. You just hold it there.

Leaning closer again, you let your lips brush against hers, before kissing her cheeks instead. Minnie holds her breath, when she hears your voice.

"Be good girl."

You nod towards the space on the sofa, right next to Miyeon.

"Touch yourself."

Pulling back, you can see all kinds of different emotions reflected in Minnie's eyes. Surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of anger. But her look is too soft. She already feels good, her body relaxed. Why not relax her mind as well?

"Trust me."

Your words already seem so familiar to her. Minnie decides to go with the flow. Unconsciously, she finally realizes what is actually going on here. This is not a massage parlor. At least not an ordinary one. Soyeon must know what place this is. Minnie sinks into the sofa, doing her best to give up control. Soyeon said, you're the best.

Miyeon's cheeks show a deep red as you focus on her. Just like Minnie, she comes to her own realization. She isn't just paying you for a massage. She is paying you for...for sex.

"May I?"

Like before, you ask Miyeon for permission.

She hesitates, but eventually nods. Holding her breath, she expects a kiss from you as well. Instead, you kneel down again. But this time, it's not your hand on her thigh. You plant a kiss right above her left knee.

Miyeon looks down on you, slowly exhaling. She feels an odd mix of disappointment and excitement. Another kiss, above her right knee.

She feels your trail of kisses move along her thighs, alternating between left and right. With every step forward, she lets out a weak gasp.

Reaching the hem of her black dress, you glance at Minnie. She didn't get rid of her skirt yet, but you see that her hand has disappeared underneath it. Her eyes are half closed, looking back at you. Her lips are slightly parted as if she's letting out a soundless moan.

Miyeon instinctively reaches for your wrists as you slowly reach for the hem of her dress.

"Trust me."

Your smile makes Miyeon hesitate. She can feel the sincerity, the professionalism. You aren't a random guy who is taking advantage of her. You're just doing your job.

When her grip loosens, you push up her dress. You expose more and more of her porcelain like thighs, until you expose her core. The sight almost has you surprised. Miyeon must have assumed that she'd change into a proper massage outfit anyway. So she didn't bother wearing underwear. You have to stop your urge to just dive in. Her lips slightly glisten with building arousal. You catch a hint of her clit, almost begging you to take care of it.

Focusing back on her thighs, you start right where you left off. You earn a disappointed sigh, which is quickly replaced by slight moan. Miyeon's beautiful voice accompanies every single one of your kisses, until you finally reach her center.

You start to hear Minnie properly moaning now. You can only guess how she must feel, watching how her friend is going to get eaten out right in front of her. She is still moving her hand relatively slow, showing how relaxed her body really is.

When you finally reach Miyeon's pussy, you decide to give it a long, steady lick from bottom to top. A loud, drawn out sigh leaves her body. Another lick earns you another sigh. The third one makes her moan. You let your hands glide along her thighs as you bury your head between them.

Miyeon's eyes flutter shut as she feels your tongue roaming her pussy. Her head rolls back, when you give her thighs comforting squeezes. You suck on her folds, making her moan out, before finally capturing her clit with your mouth.

Minnie finally inserts two fingers inside her pussy as she watches Miyeon moan and quiver under your touch. She imagines your tongue on her own clit. How you draw patterns on it, how you occasionally let your tongue dart inside her snatch.

You feel Minnie's hand hold onto yours, which is still resting on Miyeon's thigh. The older girl's hips have started to buck in your direction, her body desiring more and more of the pleasure you're giving her. She keeps melting into the sofa the longer you feast on her pussy. Her surroundings become blurry, only your tongue exists.

"I think..."

Miyeon tries to say something, but her mouth won't listen. She barely hears Minnie's loud moan, too busy with feeling arousal flooding her senses.

"Close."

It's the only words she can get over her lips. Her breathing becomes quicker. You feel one of her hands finding the back of your head, pushing you further towards her. Her back arches as her body prepares herself for the incoming orgasm.

Miyeon climaxes with your tongue buried deep inside of her. All the tension suddenly leaves her body as she sinks back into the sofa. Her eyes are still closed as she tries to catch her breath.

You stand up and move over to Minnie, who finally stops pleasuring herself. She waits for you to do something. You leave her hanging for a second, before you reach down and start to unbuckle your belt. The two of you keep eye contact, while you take off your pants. Once they're on the floor, you step out of them. You expect Minnie to hesitate, or be surprised. Instead, she reaches forward, eyes still locked onto yours.

You feel one of her fingers trace along the outlines of your cock, the material of your boxers barely disrupting her touch. After her little teasing, Minnie reaches upwards to take off your underwear. When it hits the floor, her eyes move from your own to your dick. You catch her biting her lip, her hand slowly wrapping around your length. She gives you a couple of slow strokes as you look over at Miyeon. The older woman, still a little red, watches her friend's hand move up and down. One of her own is already resting on her thigh, her need for more pleasure obvious.

But you have focus on Minnie now. Soyeon did tell you to properly wear them out, so you get on the sofa, kneeling above Minnie's torso. She looks up at your again, slowly opening her mouth. Guiding your cock towards her, you watch her lips close around your tip. You feel her tongue roaming your length as you push deeper into her. Minnie lets go of your cock, her arms now stretched out on the backrest as she leans back a little.

You hear Miyeon moaning beside you as you place both hands on either side of Minnie's head.

More of your cock disappears inside her mouth, until most of it is buried inside of her. Her eyes still look up at you. It's a mix of plea and challenge, which makes you move back, before pushing back into her again. You feel her tongue pressed flat against the underside of your cock as you give her mouth long, powerful strokes. Not wanting to go too quick from the get go, you decide to enjoy her warm mouth.

Miyeon is now doing the same thing Minnie did earlier. Her fingers are slowly rubbing her clit as she watches you fucking Minnie's mouth. You can tell that Miyeon was more willing to let go during the beginning, but is now more hesitant when it comes to intimacy. Wanting to help her ease into it a little more, you reach out with your right hand. Miyeon gets the hint as you extend your ring- and middle finger. You watch how she leans forward, her lips then slowly closing around your fingers. Miyeon's eyes close again as she starts to suck on your fingers, while she keeps playing with herself.

Minnie makes you focus back on her by holding onto your thighs with both hands. The two of you lock eyes again. You move your hand towards the back of her head and now pull her in your direction as you thrust forward. Minnie's moan sends vibrations up your spine. You now increase your pace as you begin to feed her your whole length.

The room is now filled with the beautiful sounds of both girl either sucking on your fingers, or slightly gagging on your cock. You feel Miyeon making you extend a third finger, before she takes all three of them into her mouth. At the same time, you start to properly fuck Minnie's face, not wanting to disappoint Soyeon, if she asks her friends afterwards about their experience.

Minnie opens her mouth a little wider, trying to make it easier for her to take all of you. Saliva starts to escape the corners of her mouth as you keep thrusting into her. Miyeon lets her tongue swirl around your fingers, while she keeps sucking on them. You can hear her fingers going in and out of her pussy, the sounds telling you how wet this is making her.

After you give Minnie a couple more especially hard thrusts, you slowly retreat out of her mouth. Her spit connects her lips with your cock for a while, until the small strings snap. You remove your wet fingers out of Miyeon's mouth and stand up again.

You head over to a small drawer and take out two items. Minnie and Miyeon watch you while doing so. When you turn back to them, Minnie smiles, while you can still see uncertainty on Miyeon's face.

"They're supposed to be identical to mine."

The younger girl takes both transparent silicon dildos from you, before passing one of them to Miyeon.

"I want you two to show me how good you can suck cock."

You step behind them, your voice still soft, like it was at the beginning. But this time it doesn't ask for permission.

Miyeon hesitates once more, but Minnie gladly pushes the dildo past her lips. When you reach down with both hands, letting them slowly glide down their bodies, Miyeon finally follows the younger girl. Your right hand dives underneath Minnie's skirt, and pulls her panties to the side, while the other directly heads towards Miyeon's pussy.

Only moments later, you have both girls sitting next to each other, sucking on dildos that are shaped like your cock, while you start to finger both of them. Your position behind them enables you to penetrate them further and curl your fingers upwards to find just the right spot. Minnie's mouth produces gagging sounds once more as she does the same to herself as you did barely a minute ago. Miyeon is being more sensual, her lips slowly gliding up and down the hand made length, but focusing on the tip, whenever she is about to pull it out completely. The two women's moans are muffled, but you can clearly hear them. As you continue to move your fingers inside of them, they become louder. It only takes you a couple of minutes, to have both of them melting into the sofa, their eyes shut and the dildos inside their mouths coming to a halt.

Miyeon is quickly overwhelmed by her second orgasm, her body soon quivering once more. Her feet shuffle around on the floor as she sees stars. Minnie, on the other hand, freezes, only her eyelids fluttering. But once the orgasm has washed through her, she shakes for a couple of moments as well, until both finally calm down again. Both their pussies have been massaging your fingers throughout the whole experience, making you want to finally feel them around your cock.

"Strip."

You whisper into Miyeon's ear as you slowly pull your fingers pit of both women. The older girl does what she's told. She stands up and lets her dress slide down her body. You admire her naked body for a moment. But wanting to keep it professional, you just nod towards the middle of the room.

"I want to see you in the jacuzzi on your knees, pretending to suck me off."

You see Miyeon's head trying to have an inner discussion with herself. But despite your unyielding words, you give her a reassuring smile. She takes a deep breath and finally lets go of all the control she has kept over her own body.

"On your knees."

You give a different command to Minnie, but not without playfully giving her ear a small bite afterwards. It was obvious from the beginning that, once she let go of her idol image, Minnie would turn out to be the kinkiest out of the two.

You slowly walk around the sofa, while watching Miyeon slowly stepping into the jacuzzi. She turns around, the toy in her hand, before slowly sinking to her knees. After giving her one last reassuring nod, Miyeon takes the dildo back into her mouth.

Kneeling behind Minnie, you let your hands roam her ass once more. It looks great, even when it's hidden underneath the brown fabric.

She looks back at you as you take off her skirt, wanting to see how you push inside of her. You lean over to capture her lips once more. Minnie loses herself in the kiss, while you push her panties down her thighs.

You lean back again when you hear Miyeon moaning. The older woman is still kneeling in the jacuzzi, her lips wrapped around the toy in her hand. But her other hand is underwater, visibly trying to make herself cum for a third time.

Minnie watches as you take your cock and align it with her entrance. She feels you brush against her folds, before you finally penetrate her. A deep sigh leaves her body as you bury half of your length inside pussy. Her tight walls wrap around your cock like they were made for it. Her head drops down between her shoulders when you pull out and thrust into her again. Minnie's whole body reacts with every thrust.

With both hands on her slim waist, you establish a steady pace, while watching Miyeon acting like a slut in the jacuzzi. The fact that she seems to be the most reserved out of the two makes it even more beautiful. She instinctively started to write two of her own fingers, which are buried inside of her. Her other hand keeps pushing the dildo in and out of her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, you see Miyeon coming to a halt, while you keep fucking Minnie. The older girl's posture weakens and you watch her orgasm yet again. It looks like Miyeon really was in need of a proper relaxation.

You place a hand on Minnie's lower back, pushing her upper body down. It creates a better angle for your cock. You know reach even deeper places, which makes Minnie moan even louder.

"Oh my god, yes! Fuck me harder!"

She's fully embraced the situation by now. Not just giving up control, but also working towards a common goal. Which is to have fun.

As you keep fucking Minnie, you watch Miyeon sitting down in the jacuzzi. She is looking at the two of you, but you can tell that she needs a moment to collect herself. That's why you're focusing on Minnie now, making sure her pussy is being properly stretched out. She can feel it. How your cock parts her walls. How your length continues to hit the deepest spots inside of her.

"Oh, yes. Keep going."

Her voice is reduced to a whine. Minnie is slowly falling apart underneath your relentless assault. You keep pressing her into the sofa, so now her ass is in perfect position. You give her a couple of spanks here and there. Each spank makes her let out a gasp. Her face is pressed into the armrest as Minnie starts to touch herself, while you keep fucking her. The added pleasure soon proves to be too much for her.

She orgasms for a second time today, her body freezing up. You stop pounding her, waiting for her to calm back down. Minnie's body starts to move again, more and more tension leaving her body. But you have to pull out. Otherwise you would've cum right there. Her tight pussy was about to trick you into cumming inside.

As Minnie gets back up into a seating position, you head towards Miyeon, but not without doing another stop at the drawer from earlier. You decide to step it up, hoping that Miyeon is already up for this. She just stepped out of the jacuzzi and is now standing in front of you. Her lower half is glistening due to her wet skin. You capture her lips with yours, make Miyeon melt into the kiss, while reaching down to stimulate her pussy further.

When Miyeon feels your fingers brush against her folds, she moans into your mouth. But her breath hitches, when she suddenly hears something buzzing.

"Just relax."

You mutter into the kiss. The small vibrator, you just took out of the drawer, slowly parts her lower lips. It is not very big, but that's not the point anyway. Miyeon starts to moan when the small toy starts to send vibrations through her body.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Miyeon takes a moment to follow your command, the vibrator a new found experience for her right now. After taking off your tie while walking around her, you bind her wrists together behind her back. Miyeon tries to turn her head, wanting to now what you're up to. You press your body against hers from behind, your cock resting right between her cheeks. Reaching around her, you give her tits a squeeze. The combination of you starting to play either breasts and the vibrator inside of her turns Miyeon's brain into a mess. She moans louder than before, her body already trembling.

"Minnie."

You call the younger girl over and make her take her dildo with her.

"Pick hers up as well."

When she stands in front of you with one in each hand, you nod towards the floor.

"Ride both of them."

You see her hesitating for a second. She might've never tried taking two cocks at once.

"Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Minnie finally nods. To the sound of Miyeon's continuous moans, she places the flat ends of the dildos on the floor. They're right next to each other. As she lowers herself onto them, she has slight trouble to get the two tips into the right positions. But once she does, Minnie slowly takes both cocks at once. Not the full length, but you know she'll eventually work up to that.

You and Miyeon both watch as Minnie rides two dildos at once. She is slow at the beginning, but eventually picks up her pace a little. Her eyes are wide open the entire time. She bites her lip, trying to muffle moans, which would be too loud for the room.

Once you made sure Minnie is doing fine, you return back to Miyeon. You bend your knees a little and suddenly you're just at the perfect hight. Taking a small step forward, you push upwards. Miyeon gasps when she feels your tip push past her entrance. She is now filled with the vibrator and your cock as you keep stuffing her. Eventually, your tip hits the toy, sending vibrations through your body.

Both girls are now filled to their limits. Minnie slowly keeps riding the two dildos. You can see how much her pussy is getting stretched out. Her mouth eventually falls open as she starts to let the moans just flow out of her mouth. Miyeon isn't in a much better state. She's slightly leaned forward, pushing her ass further into you. You're holding onto her tits, occasionally giving them a squeeze. While you fuck her, you hit the vibrator with every thrust.

"Your pussy feels so good, when it's completely stuffed."

Miyeon blushes at your lewd compliment. She can't do anything but watch Minnie riding the two silicon dildos. The younger girl is now starting to drool, saliva slowly dropping out of her mouth and onto the floor.

As you keep ruining her tight pussy, Miyeon is kept on the constant edge of orgasm. To her, it feels like every thrust could be the last. The vibrator gives her a steady wave of pleasure, while your thrusts make her almost tumble over the edge. You can feel how you push the vibrator further and further inside Miyeon. Her pussy is still able to take your cock though. You're just wondering for how much longer.

Because you eventually start to run out of energy and resistance as well. Miyeon's tight snatch and the vibrator leave their marks on your cock as well. You enjoy groping her tits as well. And the sight of Minnie, struggling to ride two cocks, is almost enough on its own.

After a couple more minutes of endless moans and pleas, Miyeon finally experiences the hardest orgasm of the day. The combination inside of her makes her clamp down on your cock, almost squeezing you a little too hard. To her own surprise and embarrassment, Miyeon squirts. You didn't expect it to be much, but you suddenly feel yourself getting forced out of her tight cavern. It would've been a great shame, if it wasn't for what happens after. Because Minnie is basically kneeling right in front of Miyeon, she is the one who gets hit first, not the floor. The older girl destroys even the very last bit of dignity that Minnie had left.

Miyeon's squirt ruins the younger girls face. But instead of turning away, Minnie keeps her mouth open. You can tell she is swallowing some of Miyeon's squirt, making you wonder if something similar has happened between the two of them before.

The older woman's pussy and the sight of Minnie getting drenched in her friend's juices has you now on the verge of climax as well.

"Kneel next to her."

You let go of Miyeon as you slowly pull out of her. Her legs are weak, but she manages to do as you say. Only a couple of moments later, you finally cum on both their faces. Minnie's is now a mixture of squirt, cum and ruined makeup, while Miyeon looks quite decent, despite the amount of cum she has on her left cheek and the bridge of her nose.

Because of a waiting customer, you, Minnie and Miyeon had to switch rooms. Which isn't inherently bad, since this room fits your personal taste a little more. The whole massage parlor act just doesn't work really well though, if you walk new clients into a room with a king sized bed that has ropes tied to it on all four bed posts. Actually, the whole room has a completely different vibe, which Minnie and Miyeon are currently experiencing.

Miyeon is standing against one of the brick walls, her hands not tied by your tie anymore, but by chains. They're hooked into the wall above her head, making her raise her arms. Her forehead is leaning against the wall, your cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. Her ass is covered in big red stripes, the whip you used is lying next to her on the floor.

After making sure that Miyeon is still fine, you move over to Minnie. The younger girl is tied up on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The bullet vibrator strapped to her clit explains her pleasure wrecked face and the wet sheets underneath her.

You reach for the candle that has been burning on the nightstand for a while now. Minnie follows the candle with her eyes, until you hold it up around a meter above her torso. She bites her lip, but instead of closing her eyes, she arches her back off the bed. Taking it as an invitation, you tilt the candle, letting a couple of drops hit her flawless skin.

"Oh, gos! That's hot!"

Minnie cries out, the black wax slightly burning her skin. Another tilt of the candle makes another drop hit her right breast, right next to her nipple. Her breath quickens as you cover her body with more wax.

Wanting to let it cool for now, you put the candle back to it's original place, before climbing on top of Minnie. She instinctively opens her mouth wide as you kneel above her chest. You push your cock into her mouth. Within a couple of seconds, you're already face fucking Minnie for the second time today. Her face is already a mess anyway, so what's the problem?

Soon her gags fill the slightly smaller room. The two of you keep eye contact as you thrust into her mouth.

"You like to get used like this, don't you?"

Minnie can't say anything or shake her head. There is no use denying it anyway. Her eyes only glisten with excitement when you reach for the candle once more. There's is a reason to why idols or actresses have to disclose the date of their next official schedule.

Another tilt of the candle has Minnie moaning and crying around your cock. The black wax hits her left cheek, probably leaving a visible mark for the next day or two. You keep fucking Minnie's face, only slightly slowing down from time to time to glaze her gorgeous features with more wax.

Once you've had enough of her mouth, you only put down the candle for a minute to flip Minnie onto her stomach. Time for your art work. Soyeon enjoyed this before as well. You start to dribble the hot wax onto Minnie's back, while she is trying to guess what you're writing. It doesn't take you long to finish.

"A slut. That's what you are."

You wrote the word in Korean letters from the top of her back to the bottom. After putting the candle down again, you now kneel between her legs. You take Minnie's pussy from behind once more. Pushing past her lips has her moaning louder than before, the wax still uncomfortably cooling on her skin.

"Yes, that's me. You've turned me into a slut for your cock."

Minnie's confession makes you smile. That's what all of this depends on. Rich, regular clients. That's how you can afford all of this and even live comfortably.

You have your way with Minnie's pussy, while you knead her ass cheeks, giving them squeezes and occasionally pressing down on her lower back.

"Damn, you're so deep."

Her whine gives you the energy to keep fucking her. It isn't easy to keep up with these two. This might be their first time, but two frustrated, tension filled, gorgeous women are always a challenge.

You can already hear Miyeon pretending to fight against the chains behind you as she can't see what's going on. Shifting your attention onto Minnie again, you keep plowing her into the mattress. Leaning over her a little further, you're almost prone boning her, your hips meeting her cheeks with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're bruising my insides."

She whines again, but not to complain. Just pure admiration for your craft.

The better angle enables you to reach even deeper places, until you finally can't fight back against Minnie's overwhelmingly tight snatch. All the wax stuff has turned her on way more than she'd like to admit. The way her ass cheeks recoil whenever your thrust into her finally makes your orgasm. You quickly pull out and shoot your load all over Minnie's back. You partially hit the black wax letters, creating a beautiful work of art on her back.

Minnie and Miyeon both give you polite bows as lean against the entrance of the so called massage parlor. You can tell that their consciousness and their shyness from the beginning has returned, but in a softer form. The two women are aware of how deep you were able to look into their souls for the last couple of hours.

The sun is already starting to set as you confirm their next appointment one last time.

"Same time next week, correct?"

You catch the blush return on Miyeon's cheeks, while Minnie nods after hesitating for a second.

"Yes. See you next week."

You keep your professional smile, giving them a slight bow as they walk down the driveway.

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Hi, everyone!

This is the second story of the December special. I tried to write in a slightly different way this time, I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.

Stay healthy!

FIY: I have trouble sleeping recently, so if I have more spelling issues or stuff, that's because I'm tired. I'm hoping to read over this again soon though.

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anonymousicecream · 29 days ago

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Prada (Karina x M Reader)

Milan, Italy, September 2024. As a Korean idol, you are popular worldwide, especially after debuting with your group TXT, under Big Hit Entertainment. Tonight’s your first solo event as an idol, after being invited by Prada to their show in Milan.

You calmly sat down as the show progressed, before your attention was diverted after someone tapped your back repeatedly.

“Oh, Karina-ssi!” You greet your junior from a different company, Karina from AESPA.

“Y/n sunbaenim. Nice to meet you.” She offers her hands, which I shook. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Take a seat here, it’s empty.” I offered her the seat next to me, which she kindly accepts.”

The two of you watched together as the show continued, before it eventually ended. You were about to stand up, but your goal was disrupted when Karina held you down. “Wanna take some selcas?” She asked.

“Of course. Whose camera are we using?” You asked her. “Mine.” She said as she grabbed her phone. She gave you her phone, allowing you to manage the angles as she got very close to you, leaning her body against you. It accidentally made you feel her huge tits, through your shoulders, but you shrugged it off, instead focusing on the selcas, as the two of you increased your smiles as you took more pictures.

“Your turn now, do it from your angle.” You told her, and she grabbed her phone, before adjusting it to the right angles. You leaned closer to her, making heart cheeks on her.

“AISHHH WHY DID YOU DO THAT???” Karina jokingly pouts at you after she looks at the results of the pictures. “What do you mean why? It’s cute!” You replied. Karina groaned before she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling her in onto her shoulders as she took more pictures.

“God, we do look like a couple there…” You told her, making her blush a little, before turning her attention towards you. “Y-Yeah. You look even more handsome in person.” She said, analyzing the pictures.

“You’re such a flirt.” You told her, making her smack your arms. “Careful there Karina, don’t flirt too much, we’re in public.” I reminded her.

“So what? Plus, call me Jimin.” She said, “You don’t want dispatch making up rumors of us do you?” You asked her. “I don’t care, plus it looks quite empty now. What’s wrong with having some fun?” She teased. “Careful, don’t tease too much, you might not be able to handle the aftermath.” You told her.

“Let’s see about that.” Karina said, scooting over even closer to you. “At this point, I might just kidnap you to my hotel room, despite the rejections from our agencies.” You told her, making her chuckle, before she asks, “What’s stopping you?”

“The fact that I want to do it right here, right now.” You said. “Nothing’s stopping you boy.” Karina said. I then grab her fingers, interlocking them and guiding her out of the main hall. It took me a few minutes before I noticed the direction of the toilet, which I guided her into. Once inside the toilet, I pushed the doors of each stall, making sure it’s empty before I locked the door, and then guided her into the corner, and largest stall.

“I’m sure you know what to do now.” You said, watching as Karina walks seductively towards you. It didn’t take long before the two of you met lips, allowing you to feel her soft, peach lips. You saw her tiptoe to meet your lips, letting her feel more of your lips. You moved your hands onto her hips, caressing them before you moved even lower, now onto her thighs. Not long after, you felt her legs wrap around yours, before you lifted her up into the air.

“Aaaah!” She shrieked, allowing you to divert your focus on other parts of her body. You start kissing her neck, earning gasps and groans from her, while your hands try to lower her dress straps, successfully doing so, exposing her black bra. “Fuck, I love your big tits.” Karina smirked at your words, before replying, “Want a taste?”

“No, I need your pussy now.” You saw a change in demeanor from her, becoming a bit more shocked. I set her down on the floor before I sat on the toilet seat, lowering my trousers and inviting her onto me. “Come on.” Karina soon followed as she sat on your lap. “Fuck, you’re so wet, I can feel you through your shorts.” Karina’s face blushed a bit, before she maintained her cocky demeanor again, and then asking “What will you do about that?”

You moved my hands under her dress, feeling the sides of her safety shorts, before lowering them. Immediately, you felt her lace panties covering her pussy, coated in her juices. You streaked your fingers all over her panties, feeling the extent of her wetness. At the same time, you felt her hands lower your boxers, exposing your hard, throbbing cock. She starts stroking them, matching the pace of your fingers on her panties. It didn’t take any longer before you decided to set her panties aside and lift her up, aligning her with your cock before you lowered her slowly.

“Mmmmhhhh you’re so wet and tight.” You told her as she lowered herself even more. “I know, and you’re so fucking big.” Karina replies as she lifts herself off your cock. She repeated this a few times, doing it slowly and steadily, adjusting to your size before she wraps her hands around your neck as she increases her pace. You used your hand to play with her body, caressing different parts of her body as her pace increases.

“Fuck, faster baby.” Your groans echo in the mini stall as Karina’s rides get faster.

“You love my tits?” Karina bunched up her tits, showing you her enormous tits. You nodded at her question before you unhook her bra and threw it to the side, exposing her perky nipples. You used your right hand to cup her tit, while using your mouth to suck the other one. You started off by licking her nipples, going up and down on them, matching the pace in which she rode you, before you took control of her, controlling her pace.

“Play with yourself.” You instructed her, earning a nod from her as you now move your hands onto her hips, helping her control her pace. Karina used the time to rub her clit under her dress, helping her increase her stimulation. “Fuck, you’re getting tighter.” You saw a smirk from Karina, before she took over again, riding you even faster now. At the same time, you also felt her juices leaking onto your cock, which got even faster and more intense over time.

“AAAAHHHH FUCKKKKK!!” Karina moans as she lifts herself off your cock, squirting HARD all over your lap. You hugged her intensely, feeling her still rubbing her clit as she squirts continuously all over your lower half of your body. “Fuck, that’s it Jimin-ah.” You whispered to her, whilst caressing her back, helping her come down from her orgasm.

“T-Thanks. You haven’t cum yet?” You shook your head after hearing her question. Karina grins slightly before she gets up and kneeled in front of you, splitting your legs open to put herself in between your legs, and more importantly, in front of your cock.

Karina grabs your cock, hovering her mouth over the cock before she drops a gluck of saliva onto your cock. She stroked it gently, lubing your cock with her saliva before she put your mouth into her cock. You groaned, feeling her warm mouth and soft tongue, licking your cock aggressively. Her pace of licking you soon got faster, making you squirm even more under her method of pleasuring.

“Chill down. You haven’t fucked my tits yet.” Karina’s words shocked you. To her however, it seems like another normal day as she moves your cock onto her cleavage. She then squeezed your cock with her tits, before she started sliding them up and down. “Fuck, that feels so good.” Karina’s pace got even faster, enjoying the reaction you made from her actions.

“F-Fuck I’m close.” You groaned, starting to thrust up onto her tits and mouth, allowing your cock into her mouth again. “I know, paint my tits baby.” Karina said, stopping all of her actions to grab your cock. She slapped your cock on her tits a few times before she started stroking it, gripping it tight and stroking it very fast.

“Cum for me. Cum on me. Paint me. Paint my body. Imagine everyone watching you paint my glorious tits.”

The last sentence was the final straw as she helped you bust, shooting your load all over her tits. Karina continues stroking you as your load busted all over her tits, painting them from her cleavage, and onto each of her tits. After you finished cumming, she helped milked out the last of cum from you, before she stopped. She then sucked her hands, tasting your cum on her fingers. “Mmmm, tasty.” Karina then grabbed her phone and took a selca of her covered in your cum before she sent it to you.

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pastryfication · 3 months ago

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say yes to the dress

pairing: lando norris x reader (or more likely lando’s family x reader) note: i have been watching way too much say yes to the dress lately so i just couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

the soft chime of the bell above the boutique door rings as you step inside, followed by a warm rush of air scented with lavender and vanilla. the room is bathed in soft light that reflects off the rows of pristine white wedding dresses hanging delicately on their racks. you take a deep breath, feeling the thrill and nerves swirl in your chest. today is the day. today, you’ll—hopefully—find the dress.

your mother is the first to stride forward, her eyes twinkling with excitement. she squeezes your hand, a mix of pride and nostalgia evident in her lingering gaze. “i can’t believe my little girl is getting married,” she says softly, her voice catching in her throat. “i can still remember when you were a little baby resting on my chest.”

beside her, your sister grins, playfully nudging your shoulder. “she’s about to be mrs. lando norris!” she teases, drawing a laugh from you. it still feels surreal, like a beautiful dream you never want to wake up from.

lando’s mother, cisca, approaches you with a warm smile, her two daughters—your future sisters-in-law—flo and cisca, close behind. “i think we’re all in for a treat today,” she says, her eyes scanning the racks of dresses. “we’re not leaving until we find *the* one.”

you look around, feeling surrounded by so much love. these are your people, your family. it’s just the six of you today—no cameras, no fanfare, just a group of women on a mission to find the dress that will make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

the boutique owner, an elegant woman with a thick french accent, greets you all warmly. she gestures toward a plush seating area with a mirrored platform. “please, make yourselves comfortable. i’ll bring out a selection to start with. if there’s anything specific you’re looking for, let me know.”

the anticipation bubbles inside you as you take a seat, flanked by your sister on one side and flo on the other. you look over at the group, feeling grateful to have everyone here with you. “so, i’m thinking something simple, maybe lace—”

“maybe lace?” your sister interrupts, raising an eyebrow. “girl, you’re about to marry lando freaking norris. this is your moment to shine!”

you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm as you send her a playful glare. “okay, maybe a little sparkle, but nothing too crazy.”

flo leans over, whispering conspiratorially. “don’t worry, we’ll make sure you look stunning. lan won’t know what hit him.”

the boutique owner returns with a selection of dresses, each more beautiful than the last. as you browse through them, running your fingers over the intricate beadwork and soft silks, you hesitate, glancing at the price tags. it’s hard not to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the numbers, even though you know lando would give you the world if you asked.

“i don’t want to go overboard,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. “i mean, we have a budget, and i don’t want to spend too much—”

cisca turns to you, her expression immediately softening. she places a gentle hand on your arm. “sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about that. you have no budget. lando wants you to have exactly what you want and he’ll take care of everything. if you even think about being humble, i’ll have him on speed dial.”

you blink, taken aback by her generosity and the easy confidence with which she says it. “i just . . . i don’t want to—”

she shakes her head with a reassuring smile. “this day is about you, and lando doesn’t want you to hold back. you’re part of our family now, and we want you to feel as special as you are.”

your mother nods in agreement, her eyes misty. “you deserve this, honey. you and lando both do.”

you feel your heart swell, grateful beyond words. you’ve always known Lando would do anything for you, but to hear his family say it, to feel their unwavering support—it’s everything. you’re marrying into more than a relationship; you’re becoming a part of something bigger, something that’s filled with love.

you try on the first few dresses, and all of them are gorgeous, but they don’t feel special. it isn’t until you take one of the most simple gowns, a soft lace gown that hugs your figure just right, that your heart gets stuck in your throat.

you step onto the platform and look at yourself in the mirror. for a moment, you’re speechless. you see yourself, not just as a bride, but as a woman surrounded by the people who love her most.

there’s a collective gasp from the group, and you turn to see their faces lit up with joy. your sister is already snapping photos on her phone, and lando’s sisters are whispering to each other, both clearly enamored with the dress.

cisca wipes away a tear, her smile broad. “you look absolutely stunning. everybody’s gonna be speechless.”

you feel a surge of happiness as you spin around, the dress twirling elegantly. “do you think this is the one?”

your mother stands, crossing the room to take your hands in hers. “only you can decide that, but if it feels right, it’s perfect.”

you glance back at your reflection, and you know. it’s perfect. this is the dress you’ll walk down the aisle in, the dress you’ll wear when you say, “i do,” to the love of your life.

and as you stand there, surrounded by laughter, kind words, and the unconditional love of the women around you, you know this is just the beginning of a lifetime of beautiful moments.

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His Strong Girl (Aemond X Strong! Reader)

Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying and gore, brief mentions of sex, Alicent being a momzilla.

Word Count: 6.5 K

Summary: Aemond has always loved his Strong Girl, she's nearly of age to mary, and he wants her before anyone else can have her.

120 AC

As children, Aemond had always loved her. Even though he knew that he should not. His mother filled his brain with poison, to hate Rhaenyra and all that was part of her, and that included her children. The Strong children, all four of them. It was easy to hate Jace and Luke. They teased him. They found him a pig and called him the second son. They laughed at him and kept them out of their fun. They were kind to the other children in the court, but for reasons he could not understand, he was different. It was so hard on his young brain. He was all that he was supposed to be. H

e could read and write, he had light hair and light eyes. He always prayed at dinner time, and he always wore clean clothes, always had his hair brushed. He did all of his lessons. So what ever could be wrong with him? When Joffrey came along, it was easy to hate him, too. There was no doubt that he would grow into the sculpting hands of his older brothers. As soon as he would talk, he would be name calling and lying too. But when it came to her. Well, it was impossible.

Her eyes were warm and kind, muddy brown like her brothers and her father. There was a small distance of age between them, a year and a half, but he could hardly tell. She was smart for her age. She was not puzzled by her lessons, and she listened well, could smile and nod. She cut her own food and lived in her own world. He kept his distance for a long time, whenever the whole family was forced together for weddings and funerals. But slowly, like butter beneath rays of sun, he warmed. He grew calm in her presence and peeled back his layers to be vulnerable.

To meet her in the library when she was in her pyjamas, and to whisper gossip that they had picked up in the halls. He had two sides of him. The side that hated the Strongs, and the side that loved. He was good at making sure they did not cross, that was, until the day his aunt died. He never knew much of her. He knew that she was pretty and powerful and rode the greatest dragon in the world. But he did not cry for her. He only stayed quiet as the respects were paid, and his eyes wandered the mourners for her.

She was caught up between her brothers and their cousins. Black looked odd on her. She always wore pink or blue, maybe red, but hardly ever. Despite being half Targaryen, she had no like for the color. She was all about pastels and ruffles and frilliness. He frowned as he watched, and the feet between them felt like miles. As the group looked over to him, he offered an awkward grin, only to be returned with nothing. His heart sunk deeper into his body, and he tried to give her a light wave, to grab her attention.

But there was nothing he could do, and he could feel her slowly slipping from his fingers. Disappointment ate away at him, and he said nothing to her the entire day. And she made no effort to talk to him, either. And so when evening came and he was alone, with no gossip to speak of in the library, and no puzzles to put together, he found himself in the dragon pit. Tiptoeing carefully, listening to the snore of beasts who had survived all of the worlds wars. The scratch of their claws against stone, and finally, the hiss of fire as it nearly caressed his face.

The sight of Vhagar was one unmatched, and he moved as though he were being controlled, a mere puppet of the gods as he slowly climbed the scaly creature. He screamed into the wind as it lapped at his hair, and he laughed with joy as they landed with a thump and a roar. All that he was missing in his life was against his palms, and his skin burned with the leather of the saddle. His heart had gone above the clouds, and it hadn’t come down, even as his shaky feet hit the floor, a smile bigger than he had ever worn stretched across his face as he moved to scurry away and back to bed.

He would tell his mother in the morning. She would be so proud. But fate had something else brewing for him, and he was met with the sight of his nephews and his cousins. He clung to the words he had heard from his mothers lips, and he threw them mindlessly as fists collided in the air. He did not remember half of it. And he did not know when it would end, gripping blindly at whatever he could find. A stone the size of his foot, lifting it above his head quickly, every one of his cells begging him to go through with the action. It could have only been a second, maybe not even.

From the moment he saw the dagger in his little nephews hand, he knew that this was all over. This temporary shot of joy, and it died like a flame to ash as blood soaked his hand. He couldn’t hear his scream, but he could feel it deep in his lungs as he smacked against the ground, clawing at it. He shouted profanities as the guards dragged him to the maesters. He stared at his mothers face, and he sat still as he was surrounded by all of his family. And as he prayed for comfort, he was met with only fighting.

Shouting back and forth between his mother and sister, his father was of no help, and every other moment he was stabbed with a needle, his mouth curling at the feeling as his nails scratched against the armrest of the chair. He knew the eye was gone, but seeing it laying broken in a dish like the bad parts of a chicken. It broke him, and he stared at the wall as blood hit the floor, and when he was finally asked where he had heard the words he shouted, he stared at his mother. Her brows were furrowed, a deep crevasse in the middle. Her brown eyes were shining with a mix of sadness and fury, a touch of fear as she looked over at him. He swallowed his pain and spoke a lie.

“Aegon.” He whispered out, and shut his eye for the rest to come. The last thing he remembered of that night was the look on her face, and the way her fingers curled, as if she wished to reach out and touch him, only to be quickly whisked away by Rhaenyra and Daemon. That was the night he decided his mother was right about them. All of them. Even his sweet, Strong girl. Because if she were truly strong, she would have come to him. Despite their orders, she would’ve comforted him. But instead, he was alone. Alone and scarred.

127 AC

When he learned that his sister and her bastard children would be coming to his home, he tried his best to act as normal as he could. He ate his breakfast of pork and eggs, sharpened his sword and trained with Ser Criston. He ignored the groans of his brother, and watched quietly as his sister bounced her babies on her legs. He could almost smile. But he knew exactly how the children came to be. And if Aegon were not his brother, Aemond would have his head on the wall. Dread grew in his stomach as the sun reached its peak, and he hit against Criston’s sword with the ferocity of a thousand men. With every strike, he thought of the night he lost his eye. He thought of the dagger against his skin, the way he was treated so coldly, and how she had done nothing. And every night after that he felt as though he were frozen, reliving the moment over and over. He could feel the pain in his cheek and forehead with every twitch in his lips.

Soon, the Prince promised he would stop smiling altogether, because maybe then, the pain would stop. And so when he saw his nephews, he stared them down, like a wolf to a rabbit. He liked to watch their discomfort, but his gaze, much to his distaste, softened when he caught sight of her behind them. She had grown beautiful with the years that had passed. Her once chubby cheeks were still round and flushed from the cool air, and her brown curls were pulled back by pins. She wore a pink gown that leaned toward purple, a bit dusty in its tone, covered in small swirls and patterns that he could not process from where he stood. His sweet girl. Her eyes were large, and freckles covered her. He didn’t remember her ever having freckles before, and it took Criston’s voice to break him from his trance.

“You will be ready for the tourneys in no time, My Prince,” the Knight spoke, to wish he scoffed.

“I do not give a shit about tourneys,” He responded, his voice quiet and cold. He did not see the pint in galloping around on a horse, fighting other men and yelling like animals, all for the attention of ladies that were as shallow as a tide pool. No. He would save himself for her, if she would have him. And he was certain she would.

“Nephews, have you come to train?” He asked, his voice louder than before, brows raised. Jace turned to look at his younger brother, and their faces paled. They were afraid, and the thought made Aemond’s heart fill with joy. He threw his sword to the dirt for his men to pick up later.

“And what of you, niece?” He asked, turning his head to look at her. Jace moved his shoulder to create a wall between them, but it did nothing for her curious eyes. She simply stood on her tiptoes, looked at him, and smiled. The sight brought a smirk to his lips, and when he walked to his chambers, he did so with a newfound confidence. He was quick to change into his outfit for the evening, one that covered every inch of his body, not even his wrists exposed. It made him feel better. As if it hid everything under. As if he were not still the runt of the litter. Even with all his training, he could never seem to grow.

He would always be the smallest of his kin, but what he lacked in size, he could make up for in skill. He could hardly wait for the evening meal. He was not hungry, but he was thrilled. To see her, to tease her. And maybe, if he were lucky, she would meet him in the library like old times. As he paced back and forth, he practically counted down the minutes until the sun finally fell. He groaned as they gathered for yet another meeting, but he could put up with it, if it meant seeing her.

She stood beside her mother, and it was only then that he could see a hint of resemblance between them. They had the same way of standing, and they were close in height. They shared a curved nose and a cunning gaze, but she only wore it softer. She had not yet seen violence, she had not watched the light fall from a mans eyes. She had not yet lost a love, and he could see her smile softly as the betrothals of her brothers were announced. He relished in the way that she nudged her brothers and gave them a teasing raise of brow before she remembered her surroundings, trying to return to her previously serious demeanor.

A smile pulled at his lips, and his eye narrowed as he stared at her, compelling her to look up at him. Please. He thought to himself, feeling his heart leap as their eyes met. She was just so beautiful. But the peace of her gaze was quickly broken when Vaemond began to speak of their heritage, and Aemond watched in displeasure as her brows furrowed, as her big eyes stared at the floor in shame.

The others, he could smile at. But to see her caught in the fight, to see her be called names.

It disgusted him. His back stiffened, and he bit his tongue. He would have plenty of time to speak to her later, to hold her in the years to come, to fuck the bastardy out of her. But he would have to wait. His hands curled in on themselves, and in a fraction of a moment, Vaemond was gone. His head hit the floor with a sloppy thump, Helaena turned away, her eyes huge and her hands on her head, and he watched as his Strong Girl practically mirrored her, her thumbs pressed against her ears and her fingers over her eyes. He sighed, staring at the body on the floor, his gaze slowly following the bloody sword until he was gazing at his uncle. Daemon. An interesting man he was. And slowly, Aemond smiled. This would be an interesting night.

When dinner time came, he took his seat and looked at the rest of the table. Baela and Rhaena, Rhaenyra and Daemon, and next to them, there she was. He smiled a little to himself. They always did that, sitting around her like a human shield, practically hiding her from his view. He followed his mothers words as she called for prayer, and he smiled to himself as his mother spoke of Vaemond Velaryon. The old man could never shut his mouth. The food came out in small rounds, starting with potatoes and bread, and he gazed at her as he licked the remnants of potato from his thumb.

Her eyes were so big, and he loved watching her cheeks get nice and flushed. And even more, he loved seeing how angry her brothers got, all while her mother remained clueless. When the main course came out, he stared in silence as the roasted pig sat in front of him. He could tell how this was going to go, lifting his head to stare right at Luke, seeing the beginning’s of a smile on his mouth. His hands curled into fists, and just as he moved to stand, she spoke. “Luke. Do not be impolite,” She whispered softly. She was soft and sweet, but she had such a bold presence to her when she wanted it.

“But-” Luke began, and she gently shook her head. “Eat your carrots. Mother said to be on our best behavior,” She said softly, reaching over to start cutting his soft boiled carrots up. Aemond frowned, slowly leaning back. He had so much anger to release, and no real reason to release it. She was a gem, that girl. She could so easily diffuse a situation. She was the type of woman that she be on the throne. They could share it together, one day. As the evening grew old and their stomachs were full, the music began to flow delicately on the harps. As soon as he saw Jace’s eyes brighten, he stood, walking around the table like a shark circling a helpless seal, placing his hands on the back of her chair.

“Aemond,” His mother spoke up, her voice filled with caution as she sat up straight. “Do not worry, mother. I only wish to know if my lovely, strong girl wants to dance with me,” He responded, his fingertips moving across her curls. Rhaenyra bit her cheek, and he could feel the tension growing like a cage.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jacaerys spoke, his hands flat on the table.

“Brother,” She said softly, gazing back at him. Their eyes met for nearly ten seconds, and finally, he looked away. “I will dance with you,” She spoke, pulling her chair from the table and gently taking his hand. “If you promise not to stomp on my toes,” She says, teasing him a little as he pulled her to the stone tiles.

“I will do my very best,” He whispered, his hands curling around hers. Her touch was so delicate, and he found himself taking a small whiff of her wrist. Raspberries and cashews. It was a unique scent, but it was hers. He wanted to bathe in it, paint it onto his pillow. “I have missed you,” He said softly. And he had. He often found himself dreaming of the possibilities. Of bringing Vhagar to her bedroom window. Of taking her to the skies and bringing her to the forest, where they were not a Prince and a Princess, but only teenagers in love. “You will be a woman grown soon,” He said softly, his thumbs rubbing circles into her palms as he spun her under his arms. It would only be eight months before they were the same age, and it was only eight months before she would finally be on the marriage market. He just had to make his claim before anyone else could.

“I know,” She said softly, her fingers trailing to the cuffs on his wrist, touching the golden dragons with her gentle strokes. “I feel as though I was 9 only yesterday,” She mumbled, and he smiled in return.

“Tell me about it,” He mumbled, his hands moving down to her waist, his touch gentle. His eye wandered to the necklaces she wore, the ones that layered. The shortest was to her collarbone, and the longest was just between her breasts. A seahorse. A Velaryon symbol, something that didn’t belong to her, and they all knew it. His fingers slowly wandered to it, his thumb rubbing against the emerald eyes and the golden details. “This is a symbol of your fathers house, is it not?” He asked softly. His fingers slowly wandered up to cup her face, his fingers against her jaw, licking his lips.

“It is a symbol of the sea,” She said quietly, and he could see the turmoil in her eyes. He could feel the gaze of his family on him, and he knew they would not be pleased. But his mother was simply delighted, a scheming smile on her face.

“You like the sea, my lady?” He mumbled softly. They were hardly dancing anymore, he was just holding her close, holding her face, his thumb pressing against her lips.

“Who does not?” She asked softly, smiling a bit. She was always so sweet when she spoke of the sea, and he could see so much excitement in his eyes.

“I must admit, I have never had great love for it. Smells of salt and dying fish, and sand simply gets everywhere, the seagulls chase me,” He mumbles, making her laugh a little, brows raised in amusement.

“Perhaps they just like the look of you,” She said, and he smiled, head tilted.

“Is that what you think?” He asked.

“Well, if I were a seagull, I would go for you. Your hair would make a good nest,” She teases, making his eye roll. “But truly, you must be going to the worst spots. I have missed Kingslanding. The shores are beautiful,” She says. His heart thumped, and he found himself gazing into her eyes.

“Then you should stay,” He responded softly, leaning a little closer. It was hard to remember that they were surrounded, and that they were not the only people in the world.

“And how would I go about that?” She asked softly.

“You could marry me,” He spoke softly, and the whole room went silent, the notes on the harp fading out. Her brows raised, and she looked like she might giggle. She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, blinking slowly.

“You do not mean that,” She said softly.

“Oh, but I do. You would be so happy here.” He mumbled, pushing some falling curls behind her ears, whispering gently against her skin.

“Wait for me, will you?” He mumbled. Her face flushed, and he could practically feel her heart pounding beneath her skin. She was about to speak, but the doors opened and cakes began to roll out, small cups of pudding, trays of lemon cakes and cookies.

“(Y/N), come sit,” Rhaenyra called, and she gazed up at Aemond for a moment, as if trying to speak, but nothing would come out. Slowly, they parted, moving to go back to their seats. Her cheeks were so warm, and she prayed that no one else could tell under the warm light of the candles. Immediately, Rhaenyra leaned toward her, searching her face for discomfort.

“What did he say to you?” She asked, noting the odd look of.. Something on her daughters face. It wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t discomfort. She just couldn’t place that expression.

“Nothing, mother,” She said softly. All eyes were on her, and Daemon wore a smirk like a man would wear a crown.

“I believe she has feelings for the boy,” He whispered, making Rhaenyra’s eyes widen. She looked disgusted, for a brief moment, but she quickly hid her distaste, blinking it away as she took lemon cakes onto her plate.

“We will talk about this later,” She said quietly, plucking the sweetened lemons from the top of the cake and placing one in her mouth. Daemon reached over and took the cake itself. They had a system. She would eat the fruits, and he would eat the parts she did not want. Meanwhile, she reached for a cookie, breaking it into small pieces on her plate, trying her best not to look at Aemond. She could tell that he was getting the same treatment on his side of the table, a knowing smile on his face as his mother shook his arm, trying to juice information out of him. He only chuckled to himself, taking a few sips of his wine. When the dinner finally ended, she was a blushing mess as she followed her mother, looking over her shoulder to see Aemond going in the other direction, a silent agreement in their eyes. They would see each other in the library tonight. As she took her bath, all she could think of was him.

Him and his offer, and the more she thought of it, the more she smiled. She trusted him more than she ever could a stranger. And she began to think of how she could convince her mother to let it happen. She trusted that Aemond would never hurt her. Maybe men that acted out of their place, maybe annoying nephews at the dinner table, but never her, and she was confident in that. And perhaps the marriage could bring the family together. Rhaenyra had wanted Jace to marry Helaena, after all. She did have a desire for the families to mix. That was it. That would be her selling point. “Some time alone, please?” She asked the maids as they scrubbed her body and hands.

“Of course, Princess,” They responded, quickly leaving. She sighed softly, ringing out her loofa as she looked at the mirror. Perhaps if she had children with Aemond, they would come out with white hair. Maybe they would have a better life than her. Her eyes then wandered to her seahorse necklace, and she remembered her father, before his death. Her life had been an odd one. She felt like she had a new father every couple of years, and in truth, she had. She had the father who’s seed she grew from, who taught her how to count and tucked her into bed during his shifts on the nightwatch.

She had the father who taught her how to fish, and which shells made the best necklaces, and which crabs were dangerous. And then she had the father that taught her to be bold, the one who married her mother the day after his own wife died. That had been a tough one, and in truth, she still was not warmed to Daemon. She did not like the way he treated her precious mother, and she swore to herself that she would never have a marriage like theirs. When she was finally dried of her bath, she looked out to the stars.

She looked for her favorite constellations, and she smiled as she remembered the library in the Red Keep. It was beautiful and large and full of enough books to last a lifetime. She was quick to get into her pyjamas, and even quicker to open her door, looking up at her guard.

“Excuse me,” She said softly, stepping out. “Are you going somewhere, Princess?” He asked, a look of confusion on his face. He had a long beard, and she was sure he had seen him before.

“Yes,” She answered, making her way down the corridor without saying anything else. She made her way as quiet as she could to the library, passing a rat or two that made her heart jump. That was something that she had hated about the Red Keep. There was nothing on the windows, so animals would come and go as they pleased. She much preferred mice over rats. Something about their tails tickled her brain in the worst of ways. When she finally did reach the library, her eyes searched for him, and she felt disappointment rising in her like steam when she could not find him. Perhaps she had gotten the wrong message. Maybe she made up the language of the eyes. But she would not waste her trip, beginning to pick out a book or two on constellations and The Moon and The Tides.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” His voice made her jump, and she gripped her skirt as her eyes searched for him. “So close, my little doe. Look down,” He spoke, and when she did, she found him hiding under one of the tables in a pile of blankets. She smiled, crouching.

“Are you hiding?” She asked softly. She couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but she could feel warmth radiating from him.

“I am not hiding. I simply wanted to see how long it would take to find me,” He responded, reaching for her hand and pulling her down. This was much easier when they were kids, but now he was longer than the table, and the needed more pillows.

“So you have just been watching me walk around aimlessly?” She teased, making him nod.

“Oh, of course,” He spoke softly, his hands finding her cheeks, squishing them gently. “I want to speak with my sister,” He mumbled softly, pulling her closer until her belly was against his chest. “I will not marry you until I get her permission,” He said softly. She nodded softly, leaning her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heart racing, and she smiled at the feel of the vibrations.

“I did not take you for the type to want Mommy’s blessing,” She mumbles, making him scoff.

“I know better than to take away her little girl. She owes me this much, for all that has been done to me,” He spoke, and her hand slowly made its way up to his eyepatch.

“I am sorry that I said nothing that night,” She mumbled, and he softened against her touch.

“You were only a child,” He said quietly.

“As were you. None of us deserved all that has happened to us. If it is any help, I stole Luke’s desserts for a week,” She mumbled gently.

“Ah, yes. That is the most appropriate punishment,” He teased, making her roll her eyes.

“I did what I could.” She speaks, her lips brushing against his forehead, placing a small kiss there. A bit of his hair got into her mouth, and he squirmed, making him chuckle.

“Are you trying to make a nest of my hair?” He asked, recalling their earlier conversation.

“Oh hush.” She mumbled, curling up into him. Neither of them meant to fall asleep, but it was just so warm and comforting, and slowly, they fell into a slumber, feet sticking out of their fort. When they woke, it was to yells so loud they thought someone was killed. Both sat up far too quick, smacking the tops of their heads against the wooden tables. In shame, they crawled out quickly, her eyes big as she stared up at both of their mothers.

“What is the meaning of this?” Rhaenyra asked. She sounded so angry, but her eyes were not on her daughter, they were on Aemond, her lips pressed into a fineline.

“We were having a sleepover,” He said simply. “You know what that is like, don’t you sister? Didn’t you used to have sleepovers with your friends quite frequently?” He asked. He couldn’t speak without being antagonistic.

“Aemond!” She and Alicent exclaimed at the same time.

“Mother, please. I promise it was nothing. We were only speaking,” She said softly, eyes on the floor as she was pulled closer, her face and neck inspected for marks. “We just wanted to do as we used to as children, that is all,” She said softly. Rhaenyra slowly calmed, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“He did nothing to you?” She asked.

“Of course not. Aemond would never hurt me,” She spoke, feeling Aemond’s hand moving to her shoulder.

“That much is true,” He spoke. “Sister, it has been a long time since we have spoken face to face,” He said, his eyepatch on the floor, having fallen off in his sleep. He wanted her to look at him in full, to see all that he had become.

“That it has,” Rhaenyra spoke, her face void of emotion.

“You know that I love your daughter. That has never been a secret. Do not deny her happiness because of one misunderstanding.” He said, making Rhaenyra’s face slowly fall. Her eyes looked to Alicent, as if she had any part in this. She simply shrugged, mouth parted.

“What are you saying, Aemond?” She asked her youngest son.

“I am saying that I wish to unite our families. I will marry (Y/N).” He spoke, leaving no room for discussion. Rhaenyra stared blankly at the pair. She had wished to stop the resentment between the families, and this would be the perfect way. But she could not bear the thought of her daughter staying here, alone with him, with them. She knew that (Y/N) would marry one day, but she just didn’t realize how soon that would be. But as she saw her daughters smile, and the hope in her eyes, she just could not say no. “Very well.” She spoke after a moment, letting out a deep breath.

“I will allow it. But you will wait the moons until her name day. We will ensure that this is what she truly wants,” She spoke, nodding to herself. Alicent was more hesitant, running through the possibilities in her mind. This was not what she wanted, not one bit. She wanted as much distance between the two families as possible. And what would the people say when they learned that the Prince was marrying a bastard? Her blood was good as dirt, and she came from a family of liars and narcissists. But no matter what she said, she knew her son would do as he pleased, so finally, she nodded, looking down at the floor.

128 AC The wedding day came quicker than either of them had expected. For at least three hours a day it was just planning, planning, planning. Trying on rings and taking them off, getting as close as they could without their chaperones making a fuss, whispered compliments and holding hands under the table. And of course, having to remind Alicent that this was not her wedding. “Oh, but wouldn’t a green dress be so lovely?” She asked, holding the fabric to (Y/N)’s skin. Rhaenyra could sense her discomfort, giving a light shake of her head.

“No. She has already decided to wear a gown similar to mine,” She spoke, and as Alicent went to open her mouth, she quickly spoke again.

“Don’t you remember that from when you were young? How old were you, nine or so? I found you in my chambers trying to get the dress on. It was much too long for you then,” Rhaenyra smiled fondly as she sipped her tea.

“It will not fit her,” Alicent pointed out, to which Rhaenyra smiled.

“It is a good to live in the time of seamstresses, is it not? I have already had it expanded and altered to suit her. You should worry about your son. Black leather at a wedding would be quite improper,” She spoke. Aemond sighed, slowly making eye contact with his betrothed. The pair were rather calm, but their mothers… were certainly something.

“I have already had his clothing commissioned. He will wear a fine beaded doublet of dragons and seahorses, in nod to her…. Velaryon heritage,” Alicent spoke, her voice soft and sarcastic, making Rhaenyra’s eyes roll. (Y/N) could not take it anymore.

“In all respect, this is my wedding. It is our wedding. We do not need this petty argument ruining our day. We both have fine clothes to wear, we have stunning rings, invitations are sent, and that is the end of it.” She spoke, looking between the two older women, watching them go silent. And so the pair would sit and wait for the day to come, resting together in the gardens, watching the sun fall and rise as they ate their meals on a blanket. They were romantic and disgusting, living in their own little world, just them and their chaperone.

“I cannot wait until we are finally wed and can be alone,” He sighed, rubbing her hand, kissing the top of her engagement ring. It was golden and covered in stones. It was far from traditional, and it was exactly the type of thing that she enjoyed.

“Nor can I,” She said softly, smiling as she saw a bunny running across the grass.

“Only a few days left,” he said softly. “You are certain you want to go through with this? There is still time to call it all off,” He mumbled, making her scoff.

“Of course I am certain. I will just have to prepare myself for more of your mothers comments,” She responded teasingly.

“Oh, Gods. Are do not want to think about that. I only wish to think of what it will be like to finally kiss you, to share our names and bodies… to finally sleep in the same bed and wake up to the sight of you every morning,” he murmured, making her cheeks burn.

“Stop it,” She mumbles, too embarrassed to listen to any more of it, placing her hands on her ears, making him chuckle as he pulled them off.

“I am thrilled to see your pretty face all sleepy and puffy, and to share our evening meals, to have painting after painting made of you to hang on my walls until I cannot escape those pretty eyes,” He smiled. She squirmed under him, flattered and grossed out, covering her crimson cheeks. “Hm.. the bugs are coming out,” He sighed as the sky got dark and frogs bred in the distance. She sighed, and they carefully packed up their things and made their way back to the Keep. Alicent was watching them from her balcony, and the two walked a safe distance apart. Only a few more days they would have to hold themselves together. And finally, on the 18th day of the 11th moon, all of the Lords and Ladies of importance were packed inside the Red Keep. Beautiful gowns twirling under candle light, the best of music echoing from the harps. Aemond tried to breath as he walked in, his eyes finally finding her.

And gods, he would marry her a million times over. Her curls were full of pearls and small pins, half of her hair up and the other half down. His palms were sweating, pressing against his doublet. He was painfully aware of everyone looking at him, but he couldn’t look away from her.

“(Y/N).” He murmured softly as she finally stood in front of him. He was struck dumb by her beauty, blinking slowly.

“Aemond,” She said softly, their voices quiet and kept to the loudness of a breath. Both of their faces red as the Sept read off some text, but neither of them were paying attention. Hurry up, Aemond thought to himself, getting increasingly more anxious as the minutes passed. And finally, as silence covered them, he reached forward, held her cheeks, and pressed a big kiss to her mouth. It was sweet and awkward, and their teeth bumped for a brief moment. All of the love they had collected for each other in the last months came oozing out, her hands holding his until they finally parted, looking at each other, their breath lost.

“And you have… kissed your bride.” The Septon spoke, a bit awkwardly, as if this had never happened before. And it had not. The crowd was quiet, looking around for the reaction they were supposed to have, until they finally erupted in applause.

“I love you, My Strong Girl,” He whispered into her ear. She smiled up at him, arms around his shoulders as flower petals flew like rain.

“Aww, thank you,” She said, making his eye squint. She laughed, her thumbs pressing her cheeks.

“And I love you too, my One Eyed Prince,” She mumbled, feeling his arms around her waist, holding her close as if he wished to absorb her. And so the One Eyed Prince and The Strong Girl lived the happiest they could, despite the violence around them and the whispers in their ears, their love never died. Burning furious and strong like Vhagar’s flame, and with every five years that passed, they would have wedding after wedding after wedding, until they were wed beneath all the gods and above all the land. Until their love could not be denied, and until they died, where their ashes were mixed and mingled with the shore, covered in shells and seahorses.

I think this might be the longest fic i've posted so far! I hope you enjoyed it!!

Thank you to everyone who reads.

♡- BK

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alcorianight · 8 months ago

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One thing I loved about Lockwood and Co. is just. The girls are pro brute force and the guys are all about proper technique. (Not all girls and not all guys but like, yeah).

Like it's Lockwood and Kipps that are finicky about proper stances and rapier technique (and iirc they both fenced (and Flo kicked their butts cause she's a legend)) and then there's Lucy and Kat who are just like "Look at that conveniently placed heavy object. Imma hit someone with that."

And it's great to me because I feel like in most works of fiction girls have to have exceptional technique and training to be on par with guys in fights, and then Stroud just flips the script. It's great. As a girl I appreciate other brute force girls.

#lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #quill kipps #kat godwin #brute force method #it works for everything #including my homework

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cher-rei · 6 months ago

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sparks— jamal musiala [ J.M ]

how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist [saturn– sleeping at last]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: it's the knockout stage for germany for the 2024 euro, and as usual you're there to support your boyfriend, accompanied by some bad weather and a bet to spice up the evening.

genre(s): fluff (as usual)

[w.c: 3.3k] masterlist

notes: I had such a fun time writing this shut upppp shsjssj. this one is for my musiala girlies xx

"this weather is going to be the death of me," you said and took your seat beside your friends sophia and aaliyah who were huddled together in attempt to defeat the crisp yet strong german wind.

you tucked your chin into your scarf, but even then it didn't help. the three of you actually remembered to dress warm for today's match, unlike the last few games where you whole heartedly believed that the rain was just an episode.

before leaving the house sophia had to remind both you and aaliyah to bring scarfs because she had a bad feeling. so here you were, at the stadium in dortmund dressed in a pair of jeans, a cream knitted jumper, and a wool jacket that unfortunately hid your football jersey with your boyfriend's name decorated at the back.

the stadium was bustling and you couldn't believe that supporters still came out to watch football under these conditions, but it was an important match and you were filled with just as much anxiety and anticipation as them.

jamal was all the more excited the evening before when he facetimed you from his hotel room. there was a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke to you about training and how his day had been and it just reminded you of how much you missed him.

sophia and aaliyah agreed with you in that department, understanding just how difficult it was to be separated from their partners this long. but the three of you managed (barely) and showed up to every match together to show your support.

needless to say, the media were having a ball with the amount of content and pictures that were published of the three of you every week. there wasn't any issue with it however and jamal quite liked the fact that he got to show you off, saying that the world deserved to know just how smitten he was with you.

it was about twenty minutes into the first half when you felt a drop of rain hit your hand, having nothing much to do besides groan and deal with it. so far, little progress was made on the pitch despite the three shots on target that germany had.

"good on denmark for putting up a fight, but I'd really appreciate it if they gave up so that we can go home," aaliyah joked and you fought back a smile, while sophia was sat in her seat with a torn expression.

there was a small pout on her lips and by that look you knew that she was worried about kai. her gaze was glued to his figure running on the pitch, mentally cheering him on. "I think the rain is messing with him."

you hummed and lifted your head to look at the darkened sky, your face scrunching at the sight of the heavier clouds blowing over the stadium. the wind had started to pick up now which made the experience even more uncomfortable but you had to endure it.

a smile tugged at your lips as you watched your boyfriend make his tackles. there was just something about watching him play that made you appreciate the sport more, it was enticing. "pure class," you said out loud with a boastful smile.

sophia jokingly scoffed at your comment which caught the attention of aaliyah who felt the need to tease her. "what are you scoffing for?" she asked with a smug smile. "kai missed two goals already."

your lips parted in shock, but you remained silent and proceeded to listen to them go at each other from each side of you.

"yeah, well at least he had the chance. remind me where flo is again?" sophia countered and you let a laugh slip out at the attack on florian who was on the bench.

the teasing didn't stop though, and it got to the point where you had to physically back away because they were both leaning over you to take a jab at the other. the roaring of the fans was soon interrupted by an even louder roar which you recognised to be thunder.

seconds after, the rain got heavier and it was pouring. you heard the whistle blow from the pitch and apparently the match officials were taking an intermission to check if the lightning would be an issue any further.

you felt sophia's hand slip into yours, the chill sending a shiver down your spine. the three of you were nearly drenched and if it was one privilege that you loved then it was the option to sit in the booth at times like these.

it was announced that the match would be suspended until further notice due to the weather ten minutes before half time and your head instinctively turned to look for your boyfriend, to check if he was okay before you got up from your seat.

"and this is our cue to leave," aaliyah said and led you and sophia through the rampaging crowd to the top of the stands where you'd be covered.

the supporters however were doing the exact opposite and rejoicing in the downpour— dancing and waving their flags in the air while some used it as a form of shelter. the sight was anything but ordinary and you couldn't help but bask in the atmosphere.

another boom of thunder sounded through the air causing sophia to jump up beside you, her grip tightening on your hand. the three of you looked up at the sky, awing in unison at the strikes of lightning flashing between the clouds.

there was only one thing on your mind, and it was the need to take a picture. you took out your phone and waited for the perfect moment, practicically spamming the button until it hit the perfect shot.

aaliyah awed at the picture from behind you. "you have to send that to me, that looks unreal."

after a few more minutes and pictures being taken you finally made it upstairs to dry off. both teams were in their dressing rooms as well, probably more scared than ever because of the match interruption. uncertainty hung in the air at times like this, where all they could do was wait.

the door to the family booth that the three of you were sat in just closed when someone opened it again. to no one's surprise entered kai and florian sporting two completely different looks.

sophia's eyes softened at her boyfriend's state, his hair damp and kit looking like it just took a swim. she hesitated for a moment to pull him into a hug for some comfort seeing as he wasn't having the best time on the pitch.

aaliyah on the other hand ruffled her boyfriend's hair and laughed, gaining sophia's attention. "see what being on the bench does? he's as dry as the sahara right now while kai looks like he just drowned."

from beside aaliyah, florian's jaw dropped in offence, at the mention of him being benched which quickly broke out banter between the two while sophia was still comforting kai and giving him some words of encouragement.

watching them interact made your heart swell, making you miss jamal even more. and as if you summoned him, your smiling but breathless boyfriend made his entrance and without time to spare he pulled you into a tight hug.

despite the chill in the air and his body, you were filled with a warmth that you've missed so much the past few weeks. so much that you could almost excuse his audacity to hug you when he was dripping from head to toe.

you pulled away with a smile. "j, did you see the lightning? I can't believe that it's summer right now."

jamal looked at you puzzled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I came here to say that I missed you to the point of an enotional brekdown and you ask me about the lightning?"

your lips pursed at his counter but before you could defend yourself he pressed a quick but much needed kiss to your cheek. "we'll talk later, I just really needed to see you."

he looked up at his teammates who were leisurely enjoying their time with their partners, a look of disapproval on his face. "am I the only one who cares that we're playing an international knockout stage right now?"

"flo doesn't care, he's on the bench," aaliyah said and shot her boyfriend a teasing smile. "isn't that right babe?"

the german supporters in the stands all screamed in victory at the penalty that was given, and to no one's surprise kai was the one who was ready to take it and potentially put them in the lead.

aaliyah leant forward and looked at both you and sophia with a determined smile. "I think it's time for a bet."

a hum of intrigue left your lips at the idea but sophia shook her head. "he's going to get this in... I hope." she looked at her boyfriend who stood uneasily in front of the penalty area.

but a few words were exchanged between the three of you and an agreement was made.

"there's still 40 minutes left," she began and gestured to the pitch. "they're capable I'm sure, but whoever's boyfriend doesn't score has to pay for lunch tomorrow."

your eyebrows raised when she said "lunch". you knew very well that it wasn't just a meal. it consisted of breakfast, a trip to the museum or any activity really, lunch and supper. the loser would have to pay for the entire day, and it was no joke that you three were expensive.

aaliyah was more than confident in florian being subbed on and scoring, sophia was more uneasy than kai at the moment but had hope in her boyfriend, and you didn't really mind paying but you could never back down from a challenge.

the three of you shook on it and watched as kai got ready to take the penalty, everyone holding their breath in unison. it happened in a blink of an eye but the goal had sophia jumping up from her seat and clapping as loud as she could.

"guess I'm eating for free tomorrow," she teased and sat back down to which you rolled your eyes. aaliyah on the other hand shot you a competitive glare, causing you to laugh.

you eased back into your seat and shoved your hands into your coat pocket. "if jamal scores then I'll stand in the rain without my coat on, and if flo scores--"

"miraculously," sophia interjected which earned her a playful slap on the arm from aaliyah who quickly turned her attention back to you.

"then I'll have to? on the pitch?" she asked with her eyebrows raised and you nodded. she ran her tongue over her teeth and shook your hand, loving that you were upping the stakes and adding some more to the bet.

a good 10 minutes of no action went by and you were watching with immense focus, your gaze not trailing from jamal who looked breathtaking drenched in water, and without even saying anything sophia read your mind.

"they look ten times better with water dripping from them on the pitch, it adds something extra," she said bashfully and took her phone out to take a few pictures of kai since he wasn't too far away.

she then looked to aaliyah with a smug smirk. "obviously you wouldn't understand because flo is dryer than the sahara."

you covered your mouth at the retort about what aaliyah said earlier on. it seemed that the two of them never ended their playful banter, and you were always in the middle without complaining because it was genuinely so entertaining.

while they continued to talk, the universe gifted you with this perfect opportunity because you caught a certain someone's attention. he wasn't doing much on the pitch and you took advantage of the moment and gestured to the goalpost.

of course, jamal was confused but he was more than certain that you were asking him to score. he jogged on but kept his attention on you for a moment, and you gestured to the goalpost again, flashed him a loving smile and made a heart with your hands.

from beside you aaliyah let out a gasp. "that's literally cheating! you can't tell him to score."

you raised your hands in defence seeing as jamal had run off and continued to play. "I'm not doing this for me liya, I don't mind paying. and even if he does then I have to strip in this weather."

aaliyah shook her head at you, disagreeing with you wholeheartedly even though you tried to defend yourself. there wasn't much to say since you were being honest. "I told him to score because it gives him extra motivation."

now both sophia and aaliyah hummed unconvinced, to which you sighed.

"he just does better if I ask him to, okay? and he really wants that third goal, so if I ask him to do it then he'll do anything he can to get it."

it was practically scientifically proven (to you at least). jamal was always the type of person to do anything you asked him to, even before you guys started dating. all it took was a smile and he'd make sure that what you wanted was handed to you on a silver platter.

the devotion that he had towards you was unmatched, especially when it came to scoring or performing well on the pitch. no matter how he played, you always sat in the stands with a proud smile on your face and the appreciation that he was yours.

so even if he could barely see you from the stands, a simple gesture to the goalpost was enough of a tell tale that you wanted a goal. and if you wanted something, then he'd get it for you.

"and it's in from musiala!!!"

the german supporters jolted in their sears at the unexpected goal, rejoicing in the 2-0 lead and celebrating the clear advantage they had in heading to the quarter finals. you were the first one out of your seat the second the ball hit the back of your net, not minding the light drizzle hitting your face as you watched your boyfriend celebrate.

of course, he didn't forget about you and made sure to send a heart your way, one that you were more than happy to return. the adrenaline rushed to your cheeks in the form of a blush and looked at your friends with a smug smile.

they both sat in disbelief, their lips parted as you clapped. "I need that type of devotion in my life," sophia said and nudged your arm.

it wasn't too long that florian was subbed on for jamal, which was hilariously funny considering the context. aaliyah clapped with her lips pouted. "come on let's make it three for three, bench boy!"

both you and sophia burst out into a fit of laughter at her comment, and you swore that you saw flo turn to look at her with an expression that screamed "what the actual fuck??".

it was heading into the last few minutes of the match and despite flo having a few good opportunities, he took none of them. aaliyah grew frustrated from beside you, complaining about the incompetence of the players even though they did nothing wrong.

it was obvious that she was the one with the temper in the group, and that only showed even more when florian had a good run with the ball and she was practically sitting on the edge of her seat, screaming for him to kick it to which he did.

"yes that's what I'm talking about!" she screamed and hit her chest in victory. "three for three girls."

her moment of bliss didn't last long however because the referee blew the whistle for offside. she wasn't happy about that at all either and fought back a mouthful of curses. "what the fuck? how was the offside??"

the whistle blew for full time after a very eventful knockout stage, you and sophia adorning smiles while aaliyah was still complaining about the linesman not raising the flag sooner. the supporters started exiting the stadium slowly as the players went out onto the pitch.

the three of you weren't in any rush however, and made your way down leisurely. "at least you don't have to strip in the rain," sophia laughed and you rolled your eyes.

the rain did in fact start to pick up, and the light drizzle was lightly pouring now instead. you head out onto the pitch with them and started by removing your scarf and handed it to aaliyah who was more than happy to take it.

they watched with smiles as you took off your jacket, followed by your jumper to reveal the thin football jersey underneath. when they were happy with you, they headed off to their respective partners.

"you had one job! now I have to pay for lunch tomorrow!" aaliyah yelled as she approached flo who could've have been more confused. he threw his hands into the air at his girlfriend's outburst.

"thanks for the support I guess," he said and the two walked off to complain to kai and sophia.

for the nth time this evening you raised your head to look at the dark clouds hanging over the stadium, enjoying the feeling of the rain hitting your skin.

the moment of silence was interrupted by the feeling of someone tickling your side, and you turned to see your boyfriend who looked happier than ever.

"well done out there starboy," you said and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands took refuge on your waist.

he leant in to pepper your face with kisses, and you relished in the warmth you missed more than life itself. "when my girlfriend asks for something, she gets it."

your stomach did at least three flips at his answer and to anyone watching it seemed like this scene was straight out of a movie. seriously, you were standing in the middle of a football pitch in the rain. insane.

jamal pulled away to dry your face despite his sleeve being just as wet. "now can you please tell me why you aren't wearing a jacket right now, baby?"

your shoulders shrugged at his question. "I won the bet."

"huh?" he laughed at the absurdity and tried to make sense of what yoh had just told him, because in no way did it seem that being vulnerable in weather like this could be a reward. "and what did you win?"

you couldn't suppress the smile on your face, losing yourself in his eyes that felt all too close to home. "I won a very happy boyfriend."

the warmth of his hand cupping your cheek wasn't even registered until you felt his lips meet yours. the rain cascaded, each drop of rain that hit your skin being a reminder of just how real this moment was. how real he was.

his hands gently gripped your waist, and he pulled you closer for some extra warmth. the coolness of the rain heightened every sensation in your body— the warmth of his lips and his touch and the pounding of you heart against his chest.

and when the two of you finally pulled away, breathless but more in love than ever you were reminded to be thankful for moments like this. the rain continued to fall, but it no longer felt cold because all that mattered was the warmth of jamal as he looked at you with a softened gaze.

"we should kiss in the rain more often."

#cherrei writes #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #bayern munich #euro 2024 #jamal musiala fanfic

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tryingtofindava · 7 months ago

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i saw the tyler fic u did where instead of him being impale, it was his gf! do you think u could do that but with aiden’s gf and the ceiling? 🫶

── SHE HIT THE FLOOR! NEXT THING YOU KNOW!

{[AIDEN CLARK X FEM! READER]}

A/N: is the title lyrics from Low by Flo Rida? Yes. Do I think I’m hilarious for this? Also yes.

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

Covering Ashlyn’s ears with your own shaking hands as she trembles from the crazily loud bangs coming from Taylor’s shotgun.

Watching as she shoots the ever loving fuck out of the creepy massive centipede. “… Yeah, uh- Tay, it stopped moving.” Aiden nodded with an uncomfortably big smile, though his semi assuring words fell upon deaf ears.

Giving her a thumbs up as he’s crouched right beside you while you help Ash, having a hand on your shoulder and giving you light squeezes to comfort you or himself, you couldn’t tell.

Taylor upon taking notice that creature is in fact dead…. Hopefully… She lowers the gun as Logan comes up behind her, grabbing her shaking hand soothingly. “We need to hurry in case it recovers.” He spoke reassuringly to the panting Taylor.

Watching the others rummage around the small office while you stood watch at the doorway, was a stressful experience having to keep watch to make sure no phantoms got in and keeping watch over Tyler (who was getting patched up by Ben).

.And no one could find the keys… “Where are they?!” Taylor seethed, slamming shut another keyless drawer.

“Coach must’ve moved them again!” The brunette complained while starting to sigh through another drawer. “Does he move them often?” Ashlyn asked doing her own searching.

“Yeah, because idiots like Jay and Conner keep messing with them!” She scoffed. You would’ve giggled at Taylor being so frustrated for what seems like the first time ever if it wasn’t for your current situation.

You were leaning against Aiden who was fiddling with his army knife, flicking the blade out and flicking it back. “I feel a minor sense of Deja-vu.” He murmured in your ear while smiling to himself. It never failed to amaze you how your boyfriend could always smile no matter what was going on around him. “We have 3 minutes left,..” Logan called out.

Ashlyn perked up at a certain sound her super hearing picked up on, she looked over at you and Aiden. “Guys, there’s a straggler.” Carrot-top warned. Aiden sniggers, nudging you “Yeah, I can hear it running.”

And with that he stabbed the smiling demon monster right in the face, making you cringe at the disgusting squelch sound it made pulling the knife out of the phantoms face. “Got it!” Aiden hummed enthusiastically, skipping over to Ash to show her the black substance it left on his knife.

She of course rolled her eyes, ignoring the blondes antics, her eyes falling back to you. “Is there anymore, Y/n?” She quipped in curiosity.

You peaked out the door, looking left and then right. “Uhhh… nope, we’re good.” You answered, looking over your shoulder at her.

The walls and ground shook, “Huh…?” You mutter to yourself in confusion. “EVERYONE GET UNDER SOMETHING!” You heard someone yell, you were too busy keeping yourself balanced to register anything else in the moment.

POP

The last thing you saw was Aiden reaching out to you, before the ceiling collapsed. “Y/N!” He shrieked, racing towards you. That’s when it all went black.

“C’mon! Get her under the table!” Taylor helped Aiden carry you to the table, everyone crawling under it. Logan, Ben and Taylor hiding under the desk on the other side of the room.

Aiden cradled your body in his arms, rocking back and fourth with he was staring at your face in horror. Blood was leaking from your forehead, and it was also trickling from your nose.

Aiden was on the verge of tears as she wiped the blood from your nose, that’s when he noticed your eyes were wide open and an unsettling grin stretched across your face.

In the real world Aiden shoots up from his sleeping spot, looking around the room until his eyes fell on your shaking form. “Y/N!” He yelled out again. Which caught the attention from the adults in the room over, including your parents/parental figure.

Before he could even get to you, the adults were already around you. Trying to assist your violently thrashing form. You coughed and wheezed, “I’m okay! I’m fine!” You assured the adults, while also trying to calm your heart and and breathing. “-M okay, really…!”

Aiden pounced on you, hugging you tightly, muttering incoherent words while pressing small pecks to your hair and forehead. You leaned into his touch, tears welling up in your own eyes just like his own.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” It was the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so serious…

#school bus graveyard x reader #sbg x reader #aiden clark x reader #aiden clark x fem reader #school bus graveyard x fem reader #tyler hernandez x reader #ashlyn banner x reader #logan fields x reader #ben clark x reader #taylor hernandez x reader

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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The Symphony Smut Series

A series of oneshots based on lyrics from my playlists and their songs

Day 1: Lana del Rey's Gods and Monsters;

In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard - Lee 'Know' Minho (Skz)

Day 2:Lana del rey's Brooklyn Baby

My boyfriends' in a band, he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed - Heeseung and Jay (Enha)

Day 3: Doja Cat and Starbo3's D!ck

She came in like an addict - Kim Sunoo (Enha)

Day 4: Cat Peirce's You belong to me

Do what you please to me, I won't resist - Jake (Enha)

Day 5: Lancey Foxx's Lancey or Lancey

Took her to Paris, she took her panties off- Felix (Skz)

Day 6: Lana del Rey's Peppers

We write hit songs without trying like, all the time, all the time - Han Jisung (Skz)

Day 7: Julia Michaels' Heaven

they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you - I.N/ Yang Jeongin (Skz)

Day 8: Lana del Rey's Cherry

My cherries and wine and all of my peaches are ruined - Heeseung (Enha)

Day 9: Flo Milli's Rodeo Ride

He love how I ride it, hop on a dick made him get excited - Changbin (Skz)

Day 10: Skz's Red Lights

I cannot breathe without you being right by my side - Seungmin (Skz)

Day 11:Charlie Puth's Dangerously

I love you dangerously - Sunghoon (Enha)

Day 12: Staind "Right Here"

But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting. - Hyunjin (Skz)

Day 13: Amaarae's Angels in Tibet

Louvre and Armani I like how you say it - Jay (Enha)

Day 14: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Suck a little dick in the bathroom - Chan (Skz)

Day 15: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Kissin I hope they caught us - Sunghoon (Enha)

Day 16: Todrick hall's Both

I can make you moist or i can make you fire - Minho and Chan (Skz)

Day 17: The Neighborhood's You get me so high

We should stick together, you're my best friend I love you forever - Jake (Enha)

Day 18: Amaarae's Angels in Tibet

Touch me where you need to, I can give you more - Minho (Skz)

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

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astrcmoni · 29 days ago

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★ᯓ say you trust my loveᯓ★

pairing: billie eilish x fem!reader

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genre: angst

synopsis: In the quiet tension of a rainy evening, you and Billie navigate the fragile cracks in your relationship, her unspoken fears and your quiet persistence threatening to collide. Through tender words and honest vulnerability, you begin to bridge the emotional distance, proving that love—yours and hers—is worth the effort.

warnings: cussing here and there …

wc: 2.4k

authors note: finally caught a break to write again. this is inspired by the songs ‘trustworthy’ and ‘bending my rules’ by flo (literally in love with their entire discography) anyways hope you enjoy this💋

the faint plink of the faucet echoed through the quiet room, irregular but persistent. each droplet hit the metal sink with a sharp, hollow ring, like a tiny clock ticking in no set rhythm. the sound seemed louder in the stillness, a soft but nagging reminder of something left unresolved. Occasionally, a bead of water would gather on the edge, hanging for a moment before falling with a heavier, more deliberate splash. It was the kind of noise that got under your skin, subtle at first, then impossible to ignore.

the air around you felt heavy, as if an invisible weight pressed against your chest. every breath came shallow, as if the room itself had grown too small to contain the silence. the space between you two buzzed with unspoken words, each one sharp and electric, but stuck just out of reach. It was the kind of tension that settled in your stomach, coiling tight like a spring, leaving you both restless and paralyzed. Every little sound—the creak of a chair, the faint hum of the fridge—felt magnified, filling the void where conversation should’ve been. The longer it stretched on, the more unbearable it became, like holding your breath and waiting for a storm that might never break.

the distance had been growing between you for weeks. it was subtle at first — billie canceling plans here and there, zoning out mid-conversation, brushing off your attempts at figuring out what’s wrong with simple “i’m fine’s”. But now it’s undeniable, overtime you’ve grown to be sick of the bullshit. something in your gut was telling you that something was up and you weren’t going to let her run away this time.

your head was held up by your closed fist as you sat on the end of the couch. the hairs on your skin stood up slightly as the cold air washed over you. the mugs of tea sat on the coffee table, untouched and long gone cold. the faint film on its surface shimmering under the dim light. outside, raindrops trickled down the windowpane, their slow erratic paths leaving streaks that blurred the world beyond. the dark clouds above hung heavy, threatening to burst at any moment but for now they held back— just like the words between you two. the air in the room felt damp, not from the weather but from everything that’s been left unsaid. even the clock on the wall seemed hesitant, its ticking faint and uneven, as if time itself were unsure whether to move forward or to stop entirely.

her eyes bore into her phone as she curled into herself in the corner of the couch, phone illuminating her face and casting a faint glow in the dim light. she’d been sitting like that for nearly an hour, scrolling through her screen as though it could distract her from whatever was on her mind. and all you could do was watch, watch as she avoided you—avoided the conversation that clearly needed to be held.

It wasn’t unusual for her to retreat in to herself when she was overwhelmed. It’s something that you’ve come to learn as the deeper your relationship developed. learning that her walls weren’t going to be the easiest to break down and you weren’t one to force them either. but this time it was different. this wasn’t just some stress or a bad day. it was bigger than that and you both knew it. it was a fear…a fear that she wasn’t ready to face, even when it ate away at your relationship the more the problem was ignored and you were determined to figure it out.

‘this can’t keep happening’ you thought as you let out a tired sigh.

“what?” billie responded, not caring enough to look up at you. “you’ve been quiet all day. what’s going on?”

“i’m fine” she murmured. her tone flat and words unconvincing.

“my god- here you go.” you sucked in a sharp breath as your eyes shut, trying to calm down your building frustration.

“what?” her brows quirked up in confusion as she finally looked at you. eyes as blue as the seven seas bore into your own, for what felt like the first time in forever.

“you’re giving me the same rehearsed bullshit billie..that’s what. you shut me out and you hope that I don’t notice but I do.”

perplexity flickered across her face, as she set her phone down. brows knitted together as her eyes widened slightly, darting back and forth searching for a plausible explanation. her lips parted, but no words came out at first, just a shallow breath, as though she were trying to catch up to the accusation. The furrow in her brow deepened, and her head tilted just enough to show disbelief, like they were trying to piece together how things had gone so wrong. “Wait, what?” she finally stammered, their voice shaky, as if the accusation itself had knocked the wind out of them.

“just tell me what’s wrong.” your words left your mouth, ending off in a small plea as you scooted on the couch. close enough to give you comfort but far enough to give her her wanted space.

billie shifted her weight, discomfort written all on herself. “nothing i’m just tired”

“you’ve been “tired” all week babe. just talk to me…please.”

Billie’s gaze flickered briefly, like a shadow passing across the room, before she quickly turned away. Her lips pressed together, tight and unreadable, as if the words she wanted to say had been swallowed whole. A slight shift in her posture—shoulders drawn in, a subtle retreat—spoke louder than any denial. When her eyes met yours again, it was only for an instant, a look heavy with something unspoken, a silent plea. Her brows lifted for just a fraction of a second.

“Can we not?” she muttered softly under her breath, before her gaze darted back down, focusing intently on her hands or anything but the conversation. The space between you stretched taut, and with a delicate sigh, her gaze dropped, focusing on anything but you—a quiet invitation to let the silence speak for her, to walk away from the subject before it unraveled any further.

“no. we’re going to have this conversation. wether you want to or not, it’s as if you keep waiting for me to fuck up.”

you knew her to well, if you didn’t address this right now it’ll only worsen until it’s too late. instead of letting it go you decided to come up with a compromise, subsiding your frustrations and coming with a softer approach. “look people have bad days, i get it. you’re allowed to have them but don’t act like you have to deal with it all by yourself anymore. i’m right here”

she reached for her phone once more as she swallowed hard, eyes flicking back to the screen. “you always say that,” billie’s voice barely audible, the sound so soft as if they weren’t meant for you to hear. words caught in the space between you two. fragile and vulnerable, like glass. as if she was testing the air before allowing them to fully fall open. “But what if you don’t mean it? What if one day, you wake up and decide that we’re…that i’m not worth the trouble anymore?”. the weight of her question lingered in the air like a quiet storm, too heavy to ignore.

your eyes slowly blink as you take in her mere confession. surprised at her honesty but not the fear behind it, because you understood it, you once lived it.

her gaze flickered around the room before landing on you once more. “it’s not you..believe me it’s not. you’re doing everything right, and that scares me. I’m not used to this—someone being so steady. I keep waiting for you to prove me right, to show me I was stupid for thinking I could trust you.”

Your chest tightens, a sharp ache slicing through your heart as Billie’s words settle between you. It’s sudden, unexpected, the kind of pain that makes your breath catch, like something fragile inside you has just been cracked open. You knew she was afraid, but hearing it—hearing her voice, trembling with vulnerability—hits harder than you imagined.

a frown etched itself onto your face as you finally spoke up, your words gentle but firm. “now baby that’s not fair. i’ve bent my rules for you—things i said i’d never do, i’ve done because of how much i care about you. i’ve bent over backwards to show you i have no plans on going anywhere. what do i have to do to make you believe that? doesn’t it mean anything?”

reaching out you took her hand into your own. thumb mindlessly caressing the ink that was etched into her skin. it was an act of comfort, for hers or your own? that you weren’t sure of.

“It does. but it’s like everytime I start to believe you, something in my head is telling me to just not trust this. like maybe i’m fooling myself again.” looking down at your intertwined hands she grabbed them and placed them in her lap, opting to play with your fingers as she spoke. this subtle gesture letting you know that although nervous— she felt safe enough to let you in.

“I don’t know…it’s not something you can necessarily fix. it’s….me. I’ve been let down so much, i don’t even know what it feels like to completely trust someone.”

your fingers lifted to her head, brushing back strands of auburn hair that fell astray behind her hair. lifting her chin with your knuckle causing her eyes to meet with your own. “I get that. And i’m not magically stop feeling like that overnight. But I need you to meet me halfway, billie. I’ve changed how I do things because I want this to work out. Because I want you, all that i’m asking is that you at least…try”.

“and what if I can’t give you everything that you need?”

you breathed out, words falling from your soft lips. “then i’ll stay here and prove you wrong…” you leaned in closer, voice steady. “I’ve never done this with anyone but i’m willing to for you, just let me in a little more. I don’t need perfect billie— I just need you to be honest.” the words came out with ease, the weight of them grounding you both. making you feel more certain than you had in days.

Billie’s gaze flickered to yours, her eyes softening just a fraction, but her lips remained pressed together, caught somewhere between doubt and hope. You could see the hesitation in the way she inhaled, as if every breath she took was a decision. She opened her mouth, but the words faltered. A small sigh escaped her, her shoulders slumping slightly as she leaned back, hand covering her eyes acting as another wall and shielding her from everything, as if the fight had drained from her.

“You think you can just… wait for me to change?” Her voice was quieter now, almost lost in the space between you. She didn’t look away this time, though. “I’m not sure I can be what you need.”

You felt the sting of her words, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, scooted closer, your hand reaching for the one covering her face without thinking, needing to make that connection. “You don’t have to be perfect,” you repeated, your thumb brushing against her knuckles. “Just be real with me. I can’t make you trust me, but I’ll show you that you can. All I need is the chance.”

For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then, slowly, as if testing the waters, she squeezed your hand just slightly, a quiet admission that she might be ready to believe.

“you’re so…steady. It’s like you’re this constant— and i’m just chaos. How are you so sure?”

“Because I know what I want. and I want you, chaos and all.”

“you really think i’m worth all this effort?” billie’s eyes soften as she looks at you but she’s still hesitant. the hue of her eyes reminding you of swimming pools. so full of emotions that you can drown in it.

your head moved on its own without hesitation. “yes. i wouldn’t be with you if i didn’t. To be honest…I get scared too, sometimes i wonder if you’ll ever trust me the way i do you? but then i look and i know you’re the one for me. i’ll do whatever it takes to show you that.”

for the first time in days billie relaxes just a little. letting herself fall into you, allowing you to truly connect with her. a few beats pass by as you both fell into a comfortable silence. your hand combed through her hair over and over while you watched the rain.

The soft pecks on your neck pull you out of your thoughts, and you feel her smile against your skin. It’s a quiet, unspoken apology—a gentle way of saying she’s finally letting go, letting herself be here with you. You turn slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, and for the first time in days, there’s a softness in her eyes that you haven’t seen in a while.

“I’m not perfect,” she says, her voice almost too quiet, but it doesn’t feel like a confession anymore. It’s more like a surrender, like she’s finally giving herself the permission to just be—to let you in without the weight of all her walls.

“I never needed you to be,” you reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I just need you to be here, with me, right now. That’s enough.”

Billie exhales, her body relaxing into yours once more, and this time it’s different. There’s no hesitation, no fear creeping back in. She’s just here, in this moment, with you. For the first time in a while, there’s peace in her touch, the steady warmth of her presence grounding you both.

The rain outside has softened into a light drizzle, the world outside feeling distant and muted, as if nothing else matters but the quiet connection you share now. You press a soft kiss to her temple, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment, the weight of everything finally lifting.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice small but sincere. “For being patient with me.”

You smile, a soft, tender curve of your lips. “I’ll always wait for you, Billie. As long as you need.”

And in that moment, everything feels like it’s finally falling into place. There’s no more rushing, no more wondering if things will work out. For the first time, you both just exist together—imperfect, but real—and that’s enough.

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