#along with my several other side hobbies

[clowningaroundmars]

me drawing: omg this anatomy is so horrible and terrible and the proportions don't make any sense and the angle is weird and--

the bad-comic-art blog: exists

me: ...... nvm. i'm good, actually LOL

[disneyprincemuke]

best years * fem!driver

growing up in a predominantly male environment, she only ever had two friends she could count on. this is what it was like growing up with oscar and logan.

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: -

notes: this was so hard to write for no reason

(series masterlist) | (📂 pre-formula 1)

2013

she leans against the wall behind her, fingers nervously picking at the skin around her nails. she’s the only girl in yet another karting race.

around her are countless boys excitedly greeting their friends, some of whom they have not seen in months from the long break. they would only spare her a quick glance before forming their own circles and talking amongst themselves.

she simply sighs and fishes for her phone in her back pocket. she will just pretend to text blythe, who is all the way back home, hours from where she is.

sure, she had plenty of girl friends from karting when she was growing up. but amidst puberty and coming into their own, her friends had simply moved on to other hobbies and interests — one that didn’t involve pouring your heart and soul onto the race track.

so there she stands, all by herself in the corner.

she feels a presence next to her, prompting her to lift her head. there stands a boy with sandy brown hair and his arms folded over his chest. who she will come to later know as oscar. but not just yet.

beside him is another boy, bright blue eyes with dirty blonde hair. they’re engaged in a conversation, paying no mind to the girl sending several messages to her younger sister without a response.

“okay, gather up, please!”

she would wind up making it into the top 30 that race.

“hey, you made it into top 30!” her mother engulfs her in a tight hug and sways side by side. “i’m so proud of you! you did so well!”

“thank you,” she giggles, pulling back slightly to catch some air. her hand reaches around the older woman’s body to wipe the sweat from her top lip. “are we still getting pizza after this?”

her father laughs, throwing his head back. “you never forget a promise, kid.”

“of course!” she cheers, jumping up as she claps her hands. “can i get a hawaiian pizza?”

“absolutely,” her mother beams, squeezing her on the chin followed by another hug.

she sighs and throws her head back, appreciating the sun that barely burns her skin. she scratches her head and gathers up her hair to pull it into a ponytail.

looking around, she locks eyes with somebody — the same boy from earlier with the sandy brown hair. he’s got the most charming smile, sending it her way along with a thumbs up.

blood rushes to her cheeks as she returns him a thumbs up and a courteous nod.

then he turns away, whisked away by his parents.

2014

“you’re only saying that cause i beat you on the track again,” she answers nonchalantly with an eyeroll. she folds her arms over her chest, scanning the boy head to toe. “it’s okay to lose to girls sometimes. it’s rare, i know, yet here i am.”

“an absolute fluke,” the boy scoffs at her, cheeks red in frustration and fists clenched by his side. “my dad says there’s no space for girls on the racetrack.”

“oh, really? say that to my top 10 finish and you barely making the cut,” she spits, anger lacing every word. “loser.”

his jaw drops. “hey, take that back!”

“bite me,” she grins, “you loser.”

his arm is barely able to land a hit on her shoulder when he stumbles back, a bigger figure blocking her from the frustrated kid. she barely flinched, now shocked at the something that separated her from a minor injury.

“hey, piss off, will you?”

“whatever, dude.”

her saving grace turns around, a small welcoming smile on his face. it’s someone she recognises — slowly becoming a familiar face for her every time she’s on for a karting race. “are you alright?”

she huffs, her fists now clenched by her side. “i had that covered. i didn’t need your help.”

he gives her a tired stare, obviously not biting into her words to be edged towards an apology. he just smiles again. “i know, but i thought i’d end it before a fight happened.”

“what if that’s exactly what i wanted?” she asks, an eyebrow raised as her hands rests on her hips. “you don’t know that.”

“don’t bother,” he chuckles, glancing at the ground before lifting his head to look at her again. “‘grats on the top 10 finish today.”

she narrows her eyes down. “thank you.”

“oscar, by the way,” he says again, hand stretched out toward her.

“(y/n),” she nods at him with a forced smile. she drops both of their hands. “you’re tough to race, oscar. sometimes i just wanna crash into you with my kart.”

“i get that a lot, thank you,” he grins. he points behind her, prompting her to turn around. “the blonde over there’s my friend. that’s logan.”

she nods. “i’ve seen you guys together a couple of times.”

“we go to school together.” oscar pauses. “hey, logan! come over here!”

the blonde, logan, whirls around and jogs over to them without a question. he approaches them with a grin. “oh, hey! you’re the one that passed me earlier! you’re quick.”

“thank you, i like making boys cry.”

“i never said you made me cry.”

“you may as well have.”

“maybe next race if you can do it again.”

“oh, i’ll bet on that!” she grins, giving him a knowing stare.

logan smiles down at her. “we’re going to get pizza after this. do you want to join oscar and i?”

and the rest is history, as they say.

2015

"get off your homework, man," she groans, dragging her feet to where oscar sits on her table. she shakes the boy lightly, but not enough to mess up what he's writing, and pops her head to his side. "i'm itching to go get ice cream."

"let me finish my homework. my mum will kill me," oscar sighs, attempting to wave off the girl from him. "give me like 15 more minutes."

"you said that 1 hour ago," logan says, words muffled by the pillow he's got his face smushed up against. "i'm hungry, dude."

a knock lands on the door before it creaks open, turning the heads of two of three people who rest in her bedroom.

"dalton, dude!" logan grins, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. "you're home! how was school?"

"i learned math today," the young boy excitedly answers, running over to the american with a giddy grin on his face. he jumps onto the bed, only to be promptly pulled away by his older sister.

"i told you to learn how to knock, dalton," she says in a tired voice. "and take off your shoes before coming into my room. remember?"

dalton looks up at her, wide eyes and lips parted as he tries to remember her words. he nods, bending down to tear off the velcro from his shoes. "i'm sorry, (y/n)."

"that's okay," she smiles, patting his head. "just don't do it again, okay?"

he nods, before hurriedly jumping onto the bed. this time, logan has the blankets up before engulfing the small kid under it with a bear hug. "what kind of math did you learn today?"

"addition," dalton mutters. he turns to look at oscar, who has yet to acknowledge his presence. "oscar."

"hi, dalton," he mutters, head resting in his palm as he focuses on the paper in front of him. "give me a minute, kid. i'll talk to you later, okay?"

"not okay," dalton huffs, arms folded over his chest. he leans into logan's knees and drops his head on the mattress. "i'm hungry, (y/n)."

she grins. "we've got to wait for oscar to finish his homework before we can go get food."

oscar sighs. he drops his pen on the table, turning around to face the room. "i guess i can take a break."

he gives her a knowing grin, rolling his eyes when she proudly smiles at him. he's always had a soft spot for dalton, the small boy filling up the sibling-shaped hole in his heart. "what do you feel like having, kid? ice cream?"

the young boy jumps on logan, prompting the loudest yelp to pass his lips. his arms wrap around dalton as they roll off the bed. logan launches him in the air and catches him immediately, a loud giggle bouncing off the walls of the girl's bedroom.

"i want spaghetti!" dalton cheers. "but you have to make it for us, oscar!"

oscar sighs again. he drops his head. "okay, i'll make some spaghetti."

2016

"happy birthday, (y/n)!" the door swings open, hitting the wall with a thud.

immediately, the girl shoots up from her bed, hair a mess with both of her eyes still closed. "man, what the fuck!"

she rubs her eyes, only to be met by the smug grins of her friends as they saunter into her bedroom with cake in logan's hands and two wrapped boxes in oscar's.

"we said happy birthday," logan says through gritted teeth, "say thank you."

"what time is it?" she groans, pulling the blanket up to her stomach. "isn't it a little too early for you to be terrorising me?"

"1pm is not early," oscar shakes his head in disappointment. "i texted you to be ready by 1! we're catching a movie, remember? we're supposed to go catch mockingjay in theatres."

she frowns. "i'm sorry. i went out with my girls last night," she explains, slowly moving to the edge of her bed. "i can be ready in 15 minutes."

logan holds the cake to her face. "enough yapping. the candle's about 5 seconds from merging with the cake i spent so hard to find," he sighs. "make a wish, scrub."

she looks up at them, daggers thrown just through her glare. she blows out the flame as her two friends cheer softly for her, oscar clapping before patting her shoulder. "okay, let's go catch our movie."

she holds her hands out to the boxes in his hands. "presents first."

2017

"hey, where are you?" oscar's face fills up her phone screen, eyebrows furrowed as he navigates the crowd in the mall. "are you not coming early for the race?"

she bites down on her lip and looks down, briefly avoiding oscar's stare. "i'll still be coming. just not so soon."

"what?" oscar's voice squeaks in disbelief, truly not believing what he's hearing from his friend. "but we always get ice cream before the race. why didn't you tell us you were ditching?"

"it was last minute, i'm sorry," she frowns, glancing at the boy standing next to her. "i'll just see you guys there."

oscar's face immediately drops. "oh, you're with your boyfriend?"

she rolls her eyes. "yes, but i'll still be there for the race. what's the big deal?"

oscar shrugs. "nothing, mate. i'll just see you on the track, (y/n)."

"hey, what is your problem?" she calls out, head tilting at his sudden coldness. "i've got other people to be with besides you and logan, you know. i have other friends too."

"friends, maybe i understand. but this guy?" he chuckles, rubbing his chin as he tries to sympathise with her. he really tries, but it's difficult when the older boy has made his best friend's life miserable in the past 3 months and she's done is defend him.

"mate, come on. be serious. he won't stick around forever - he's a guy."

"you're a guy."

"and i've never ditched you for a girl, have i?"

"i'd understand if you did."

"well, i'm not flakey," oscar spits at her, glaring at her through the camera on his phone. "i'll see you later."

his face disappears, the home screen of her phone now the only thing staring at her with the silence in her living room. she sighs and drops her phone onto the couch next to her.

"you alright, babe?"

she nods weakly, but her heart races in her chest. she's always been very headstrong and stubborn with oscar, but this was the first time he's ever shown a sign of frustration with her.

as deadpan as he usually is, her chest weighs down on the implication this young relationship could have on a friendship that's been going on for years.

"yeah, i'm fine."

"it sucks, i know," logan sighs, patting her head. he's leaned back against the wall, sitting up as she cried into his chest. "we're only 16 - this won't be the last guy you'll be with."

this only made the girl cry harder into his chest. truthfully, he's got no idea what to do. comforting crying people has never been his forte; being more on the sensitive end himself.

"i'll beat him up, though, if you'd like," logan offers lightheartedly. this is progress, at least, cause it made her giggle for a second before she resumed her sobs. "i can take him in a fight."

"don't do that," she laughs through her tears, "yet."

"i'll even take oscar with me."

"no... oscar's mad at me."

"he's not mad at you, (y/n)."

"but i told you that fucker was no good," an australian accent falls upon the room, making her lift her tear-stained face up to look at him. "i hate to be the one to say that to you."

"fuck off," she sobs, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "i already feel like shit."

oscar nods, but he does sit on her other side. sandwiched by the two guys, oscar just fishes for something from his bag. presented to them, three separate pints of ice cream with spoons.

she smiles, passing down the other pint to logan. but she doesn't say anything to the australian who's already opened up his share and has started eating.

she just presses her back to the wall behind her and looks ahead. she digs her spoon into the dessert. "i saw logan with a girl in the hallway the other day."

"hey, what the hell!"

2018

she holds up her phone, grinning to herself as she takes a video. she runs over to the boy zipping up his race suit. "oh, my god! it's logan sargeant, sir! can i have a couple seconds of your time for an interview?"

"(y/n), you made it!" he laughs, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. "oscar should be around here somewhere."

"i wouldn't miss your first race, of course," she states matter-of-factly with an eye roll. she squeezes his side and leans in as he presses his lips to her cheek. she puts her phone into her pocket. "i'm always your biggest fan."

"you're the president of my fan club, right?" his eyes light up, teasing her as he rests his arm on her shoulder. "i wouldn't accept my fan club if it wasn't you running it."

she shrugs. "maybe, but i'm gonna need you to set me up on a date with max fewtrell."

"i thought you wanted to go out with charles leclerc?"

"he's got a girlfriend."

"i think max has got a girlfriend too," logan chuckles, simply amused by her presence. "tough luck, dude."

"man, i might just die an old maid," she drops her head with a frown.

"oi, what are you doing? the race is about to start," oscar scolds, hands held out as he scolds his friends. he looks at her, eyeing her up and down once more. "you're not dressed yet! it's your first race in a car. let's go, mate!"

"i didn't wanna seem so excited," she shrugs, "i don't know."

"well, there won't be a race if you're not dressed in your race suit, idiot," oscar scolds, pushing her towards the further end of the garages. "come on, i have to beat you again today. my race won't be complete if i don't."

"absolute bitch," she mutters, glaring at the two boys as she walks away. "i'll see you guys on the track - remember to look in your rearview mirror for me."

2019

the three sit in a circle, on her carpeted floor once more. "i'm sorry you didn't get a seat in f3, (y/n)," logan sighs, dropping his head in disappointment. "i can't believe it."

"it's okay." she leans back on her bed and sighs, dropping her head as well. she lifts it up again with a forced smile. "i'll watch you guys all the time, i swear. i'll be your biggest fan."

oscar shakes his head. "you'll get a seat. the season hasn't started yet - someone will pick you up."

she frowns, putting her hand on oscar's knee. "it's okay, oscar," she says softly.

how touching is it to have friends who care about your progression in a sport where you're meant to be selfish?

"you deserve a seat more than anyone i know," he sighs, pulling his legs up into his chest. he rests his chin on his knee. "it's not fair. they're overlooking you. you're so good on the track."

"not better than you, though," she jokes.

he looks at her from the side of his eye. his disappointment never leaves, "you could wind up being better than me. come on."

"there's not a lot of space for girls like me in a sport like this," she smiles slightly, squeezing his knee. "it's okay. i'll be at every single race cheering for both of you. i promise."

oscar furrows his eyebrows, still shaking his head. he's got 3 sisters - he'd be bummed if they were to pour their heart and soul into something and not have the same opportunities.

if he could, he'd simply flip the world upside down.

"don't give up, okay?" he moves his head, now cheek on his chin as he looks at the girl with hopeful eyes. "promise me - you'll be in an f1 car someday with us on tv. racing it out in the pinnacle of motorsport."

"obviously," she grins. "i won't ever let logan beat me."

"now, this is why you didn't get a seat, dude," logan jokes, exchanging a smack on the knee with the girl. "fix your attitude."

"i bet you're glad that i didn't get a seat - i'd beat you over and over in an f3 track."

"you'd have to get a seat to prove that, (y/n)."

2020

"i got you the seat!" oscar jumps onto her bed, grinning ear to ear. he squeezes the girl on her laptop, her head craned slightly to look at him. "you're going to be in formula 3!"

"what did you say?"

"you're going to be racing in formula 3 for the 2020 season, you idiot!" he screams, taking the laptop from her thighs. he closes it gently and puts it down on the ground. "dude, catch up faster!"

her eyes widen as the gears in her head slowly process what the australian has just bestowed upon her ears. her nose scrunched as a piercing scream slowly erupts from her mouth.

she stands on her knees on her bed, holding oscar's arms. "if this is a prank, i'm going to turn you into pastry!"

"it's not, i got you the seat in formula 3!" he screams, shaking her vigorously, jumping on her bed. "dude, you're a step closer to formula 1! i told you to never give up!"

"what do you mean, i never stopped racing!" she says amidst her screams, shaking oscar back as the adrenaline starts to pump through her veins. "i cannot believe it! i'm going to be in a formula 3 car!"

"yeah!" oscar jumps off his bed. "come on, let's go get drinks with logan! he's coming over with a couple of beers!"

she hops off the bed, her body going into his. they stumble back a couple of steps, oscar's back hitting the door with a thud. "dude, we can't just celebrate with a couple of beers. let's go to the club!" she shrieks, smacking his chest.

oscar tilts his head, lips pressed together. "are you sure? you're kind of uncontrollable in the club..."

"yeah, but i have the right to be tonight!" she rolls her eyes, "i just got promoted to formula 3!"

2021

"this formula 2 crap is easy," she mutters, taking her helmet off her head. she trudges towards the two in the red race suits, her balaclava also flinging off her head. "come on, oscar."

"oh, shut up," oscar laughs, wrapping an arm around her. "good job beating me for the first time."

"i made it my life's mission, actually," she whispers, dropping her head. she smiles, throwing her head back to look up at her two friends. "god, this feels amazing!"

"oh, i owe you 50, don't i?" logan frowns at oscar, hands on his hips. "i can't believe she beat you before the season ended. you growin' soft, piastri?"

"i just thought i should let her have one glimpse at beating me before i proceed to do it the rest of our lives," oscar snorts with a smug grin as he looks down at her. "feel it while you can, (y/n)."

she frowns up at him. "i'll beat you for real someday, pastry. i've done it once today, and i'll do it again."

he nods with a proud smile. "don't let that fire go out, dude."

2022

"oh, hold the front door!" she screams into the phone, turning around to smack oscar's shoulder. oscar, who was sitting quietly on her dining table, eating the spaghetti he's prepared for her household. "are you joking, mate?"

logan tilts his head at oscar, only receiving a similarly confused shrug from the australian boy. they both glance at her, confused, at her sudden scream amidst their dinner debrief after having not seen each other for a couple of weeks.

"there's no way! sebastian vettel said that about me?" she screams, smacking oscar's shoulder again.

"oh, you're kidding!" oscar grunts, smacking her hand from his shoulder. she doesn't react towards him, just jumps away to her living room with the phone still on her ear.

"you reckon she's scored a dinner with sebastian vettel with that reaction?" logan teases softly, pointing at the girl rambling away on the phone. "i've got my money on that."

oscar shakes his head. "maybe lewis hamilton through sebastian vettel."

they hear her heavy footsteps approaching the dining area. she simply drops her phone to the smaller table next to her, coming in slightly paler than they'd last seen of her a few seconds prior.

her lips slowly creep and spread into a grin. "i've been promoted to formula 1," she says breathily, her hand coming up to rest on the door frame behind her. she takes another deep breath. "sebastian's going to be race engineer in the 2023 season."

and all hell broke loose in the dining area that night.

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— LIFE AIN’T EASY WHEN YOU'RE A MYTHICAL CREATURE

SUMMARY : you don’t suspect that dean has been in the shadows of your life for months, but he’s managed to make you his friend. he feels hopeless about making you fall for him, and it’s worse when you agree to go on a date with someone unexpected.

PAIRING : vampire!dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), baker!dean, kidnapping, stalking (it’s only hot if dean does it), angst, unhealthy obsession, yandere!Dean, possessiveness, soft Dean, reader isn’t perfect, vague chronic illness, panty kink, masturbation (m.), dumbification, a bunch of kinks actually, kinky!dean, sub!dean, jealousy, and more to come

WORD COUNT : 5.2k

A/N : this series will soon fill the square for stockholm syndrome on my @jacklesversebingo card. back to the baking bc it’s so fun and cute to write dean like that. also, their relationship is going somewhere, or is it!? muahahah. xx

Deep in thought, Dean carefully sliced through the soft, warm dough with a sharp knife. The rolled up cinnamon rolls slowly took shape as they were severed from each other along the lengthy roll. Each was cut one-inch thick, all almost perfect and similar from years of experience. The delicious spicy aroma of sweetened cinnamon filled the space around him, keeping him in his affectionate state as he thought of you. 

He usually had a handful of customers this early in the morning but never so many that he couldn’t work slowly and do the work all alone. If he hired anyone, it would only make it difficult for him to be relaxed and all by himself. It’s safer. With the speed he worked at, he didn’t need the help anyway, and with the time… he didn’t want to talk about the time. 

Today, he didn’t have a problem with the idea of not seeing you—if it meant you were resting. It could have been either because he had been at your home or because he understood now how you spent most of your precious time. Perhaps it was all of those things, along with his sudden concern for your health.

Which was why he didn’t expect you to walk through the door.

It was Saturday. A too-early, cold Saturday morning. 

He wanted you to sleep in, but he was thrilled that you were there anyway, letting in the chilly air as you clenched your fists tightly at your sides and shivered cutely. You brushed your hair off your shoulder with reddened fingers and Dean briefly abandoned the dough to admire you.

You looked more beautiful than he remembered. Could it be real, that you were so stunning? So, so breathtaking in that crisp morning sunlight as it poured over your body like glittery gold; with your delicate features, your skin bitten by the cold morning air, and your lips lightly chapped. 

He wished someone could paint you. He wished he had picked up the hobby a lot longer and had the skill to do so himself. To paint the gentle wisp of your hair, the ethereal angles of your face, the plump shape of your lips, your glimmering eyes, and the elegance of your body. All on his own, because only he could capture every exquisite detail of you.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard the way your lips brushed against each other as you murmured, “so fucking cold.” 

He grinned adoringly, silently wishing to kiss your lips until they were bruised and warm. Your teeth clicked against each other quietly and you subtly shuffled on the mat in front of the door before walking normally towards him. 

Your gaze slowly lifted to meet his own and your body visibly relaxed as the warmth within the bakery finally encompassed you. Dean relaxed his grip on the knife and let his shoulders drop, copying your movements subconsciously. 

“Hey,” you grinned, standing in front of him and rocking on your feet with your hands behind your back shyly as you looked up at the menu. 

He blinked. Was this real? Were you really here? Was the universe trying to embarrass him for what he’d done most of the night? He swallowed, his eyes glazed over at the memory of you naked. 

“Hey,” he whispered, smiling softly. 

“What have you been up to?” You wondered, letting your eyes move over him once again. Dean looked down at the abandoned cinnamon rolls he’d been making, he thought about your question, and felt a little bit guilty. 

What was he up to, you asked? Stalking you, going into your house illegally, stealing your things, and thinking of you. Oh, and also jerking off to the image of seeing you naked, using your underwear that he’d stolen from your drawers. 

Dean had eagerly peeled off his clothes as soon as he got home. 

His clothes were strewn across the floor but the things he’d stolen from you, he’d thrown on his bed. Except for your underwear, he held onto that. He knew if he were human, he’d be burning red in the face with pinkish splotches spreading down his freckled neck and chest. 

All he could think of was you. 

And he’d been resisting the urge to touch himself every time his cock would harden at the thought of you for so long that he felt like he was going to combust if he refused any longer. 

He settled into his bed and slowly dragged his calloused palm along his dick. Everything was done languidly despite his impatience, despite the sensitivity becoming nearly unbearable in between his legs. Slowly, behind his closed eyes, your silhouette became more solid and more vivid—like a dream made true. 

He swiped away precum and dragged it down along his cock, imagining that it was your spit instead. He moaned. The thought of you naked, breasts bared to him, just in the lace panties he’d stolen, leaning above him on your knees with a small smirk on your soft lips, made his stomach clench. 

“Fuck,” he whined, trying to keep the fantasy alive. He imagined it was your hand wrapped around him, soft and small, slowly moving up his painfully hard cock. 

“Dean,” you’d say his name the way you said it the first day he met you. You’d rub your thighs together and keep torturing him with gentle strokes. He’d take it because he finally had you and he didn’t care about anything else. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you?” You’d taunt, because he knew you were secretly wicked. 

He wouldn’t even be embarrassed when he nodded dumbly, squirming as you waited for every dribble of precum to fully slicken his cock. He’d take every degrading comment as you slid your fist his base to tip, and he’d watch stupidly like a devout man as you touched yourself with your free hand.

Your fingers would pinch and brush against your nipples until they were tight, you’d teasingly squeeze your breasts, and then you'd sneak your hand inside your underwear to rub at yourself. He would only beg pathetically for you to let him touch you, but you’d never allow him to. 

You’d just keep moving your hand up and down until he was glistening wet, hot and red at the tip, and throbbing in your soft palm. “God, look at you,” you’d tease. He’d drop his eyes from your naked body to watch his cock and the way it looked in your grasp. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” 

“Fuck, yes,” he’d grunt steadfastly. 

“Yeah, you’re so good for me,” you’d praise, because finally you had something you could control. Something that would change and adapt to your every need because you were his purpose. You were what he was meant for—who he was meant for. 

And he’d moan loudly, bucking his hips upwards involuntarily, and shoving his cock fast into your hand because you finally recognized it. He’s good for you. Only you. 

Maybe once he was stupid and desperate, you’d bring yourself closer. You’d drag your soft, warm lips across his cold skin. You’d drag your tongue across his neck and suck gently behind his ear and he’d still moan at the sensation. 

Your hot mouth and hotter breath would drive him crazy. Your warmth, once you leaned over him completely, would make him feel alive again. And your warm hands would move over his body, desperate to feel every inch of him because you needed him as bad as he needed you. 

“I want to fuck you so bad, Dean,” you’d murmur against his ear and then you’d drop your warm cunt down over his cock without warning. He’d moan softly as you gently rubbed the lace covering you over his painfully-hard cock. He’d be able to feel how hot you were between your legs and how wet you were as the soaked lace stuck to your folds. 

He rubbed the cotton of the crotch of your lace underwear against his cock with a moan. He stained it with his precum and continued to tease himself as he imagined that you were on his lap, rubbing your clothed pussy against his cock. 

You’d definitely torture him this way. 

You’d pant against his mouth and balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders, rocking your hips against his. The lace would make him more tender and more desperate to finish, but he’d wait for you. As you undulated your hips and lifted yourself up just to drop your pussy back down, he’d finally be able to touch you. 

His name would slip from your lips breathlessly and he’d bury his face in your breasts, licking, biting, and kissing at them until you were puffy and tender. You’d praise him for all the pleasure you felt and your words would be stemmed in affection and warmth.

He’d claim you with bruises on your soft body and he’d mark you with light bruises from his mouth on your breasts, shoulders, and neck. His bites would only be surface level and visible by redness and never by a wound. But you would be his entirely. And he would be yours completely. 

“I’m so close,” you’d warn him and he’d plead for you to let go. And when you finally came, you’d moan his name a dozen times, and he’d feel your body tremble above his and he’d hold you up. He’d continued to grind against your pussy until you found yourself again. “Come for me, Dean. I want to see you.”

And he’d finally come. His entire body would feel the release and he’d shout your name because you’re all he’s ever wanted. “That’s right, Dean. Look at me.” He’d force his eyes open just to watch you and your amazement as his cum covered your thighs and his stomach. “You’re so hot, baby.”

Dean wished he could stay in his fantasy, but instead, he opened his eyes to reality. To his darkened room and the moon as it hung above him instead of you. He swallowed hungrily, his throat was dry and he forced himself to look down at your ruined underwear now covered in his release. 

He bit his lip as he clutched onto your dampened lace underwear. And closed his eyes, smiling softly as if all of that had really happened. 

“I’ve, uh- nothing.” Way too guilty Dean, relax, this is the woman you love. “Just trying out some new recipes. What about you?” For the first time, Dean realised you had dimples as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks. You looked cuter, if that were somehow possible.

“Workin’,” you answered with a small smile, “I’m gonna do some unpacking so I can just get it over with. I’d come here more often, but work is so chaotic.” You would? Did that mean you thought of him? Or did you mostly think of the food? He wished you would add why. Maybe you wouldn’t tell him, but offering to help you unpack was a great opportunity for him to insert himself into your life. Unfortunately, you started talking before he could ask, but he kept it close. “You said you were trying new recipes. Anything I can try?”

“I made a few giant pop tarts earlier,” he admitted and hesitantly resumed slicing through the roll. He wanted to keep watching you, to notice every change and every detail in your face as you spoke and looked around curiously. 

“Oh really?” Your voice changed, more curious and excited than before. He looked up and smiled, setting the knife down now that he was finished. 

“Yeah, wanna try it?” 

“Yeah, soon as you’re not busy.” Your eyes flickered down to the unbaked cinnamon rolls he’d forgotten all about. You grinned playfully when he looked back up at you after slowly following your gaze. He chuckled. He appreciated your consideration, but leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“Alright, I’ll finish up and get to you in a bit.” 

He picked up the cinnamon rolls and put them into a tray as you walked away to sit at a nearby table. He stole a quick glance at you as soon as he got to the back with the tray carrying the cinnamon rolls to make sure he could safely put them in a baking pan and put them in the oven faster than humanly possible, but not so fast that you’d be a little too bewildered. 

He waited patiently after he’d finished and listened to you as you tapped on the screen of your phone. You laughed quietly occasionally and he assumed you were texting someone or watching a video with the sound off. He couldn’t stand the thought of you talking to someone else and he also couldn’t stand not being there to see you smile. 

So he stepped out of the back to get your attention and you instantly looked up at him, still trying to stop your soft laughter. He smiled at you and your flushed cheeks and your watering eyes. You shut your phone off and got up to meet him at the counter again. 

Still, even surrounded by sweet sugary pastries, all he could smell was your flowery perfume. The heat of your body, from your blood, made him hyper-aware of you. You were a giant blossoming tree in the middle of a meadow, calling to him in a bed of pretty flowers. You were the most beautiful, always, among everything. 

Your eyes flitted over his face, always so curious and confused in your eyes, but content in your smile. He wished to read your mind, to compel you to spill your truth and make your thoughts known to him. What did you see? 

He forced himself to look away from your eyes to retrieve a medium tray containing what looked like a literally large pop-tart. The top-centre was coated in pink frosting and had white sprinkles, the sugary scent filled the small area between you and him. 

“Strawberry filling,” he informed you, because he wanted your feedback. He wanted to know what you were thinking, always; but he didn’t want to ask that of you.

“Ooh,” you grinned, “my favourite. I'll buy it.” He blinked at you. Most people asked for samples before buying something they’ve never tried before. 

“Want a drink with it?” He asked, starting to package it for you. You hummed softly.

“Anything with vanilla. Surprise me?” You surprised him with your request and he nodded dumbly. Were you always going to choose something different? Would he never be able to memorise your single favourite order and have it ready for you whenever you found yourself in his bakery? 

He turned around and looked at the coffee machine, the coffee beans, the syrups, spices, and everything else, wondering what would go perfectly with vanilla. What was something that was so beautiful in flavour? Something that tasted the way he thought you would? Your skin, of course, not in a cannibalistic or vampiric way. What would your skin taste like when he pressed his lips to it, when his tongue smoothed across your flesh, when he sucked at your body?

You entertained yourself again on your phone, but this time you were quiet. For about ten minutes he looked over at you as he worked on your drink, adding the perfect mixture so that the final product alluded to you—at least to him. 

You knew you were being watched. He figured by the way you bit your lip and hugged yourself with one arm as you played some game on your phone. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help himself. You were the most magnificent being in the whole universe. More wonderful, more unique, and more intriguing than the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall. 

It's how he ended up making a vanilla-lavender latte.

He handed it to you once he’d finished, the sun was shining a little brighter now behind you, against tinted windows. It was the perfect choice for a drink, as the sun created a celestial aura around your body, you didn’t know it. You never did. 

“Is it okay if you try them now and tell me what you think?” He wondered if he was asking too much. He’d take it like a champ if you rejected his offer. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, but he also couldn’t be so afraid that he’d never get to make a move and see the outcome of his choice. 

You blushed and your brow twitched inquisitively, but after a few seconds you agreed. “Sure.” 

You opened the paper bag and plucked the corner of the pop-tart, large enough to capture the filling and the frosting at the top. 

He watched your mouth as it opened, your tongue as it held the treat, and then your lips shut around it. And he snapped his eyes up to yours watching you. Your cheeks burned timidly, and your eyes stared directly at his name on his chest, at the black word lined over his pink shirt above a white long sleeve. 

However, you quickly relaxed and your eyes brightened as you chewed. You moaned softly and moved your eyes up to Dean, using your face to say everything. You thought it was good and Dean was a little too preoccupied with the way you moaned. The softness of it, slightly drawn out as the jam and bread sank into your tastebuds.

“That’s really good,” you told him cheerfully once you’d finished, then you moved on to the latte. You held it in your hands for a few seconds to test the heat of it in your palms and lifted it up to your lips. You took a few careful sips and your eyes became more vibrant. “It’s so good,” you moaned, then you licked your lips, and Dean had to keep himself in check. “How are you so good at this?”

He chuckled and opened his mouth, but a gust of wind followed by three young women swept through the door and stole your attention from him. They giggled, one of them stared directly at him and the other two whispered to each other, something about Dean being hot. He didn’t care. 

“How much is it?” You asked, immediately turning back to him. His face fell and his mouth opened and closed. He didn’t want you to leave yet, but you suddenly became guarded all over again. He sighed and made his way over to the cash register to, once again, lower the price and wait as you collected your things before paying. 

“Bye, Dean,” you murmured with a rueful smile.

“Um, bye,” he said stupidly, watching as the small group of women took your place. “Wait!” He called after you and made his way to you when you stopped to regard him with a lifted brow. Your eyes dropped down to his legs and quickly back up to his face. Did you just check him out?! Focus, Dean. “I wanna help you… unpack,” he added the last word after your confused face said everything. 

“What? No, you’re busy here,” you blushed, and looked down at his feet. Just accept his help!

“I, uh…” Shit, what excuse could he make. “I can get off an hour early and I’ll meet you at your place,” he suggested. You still looked unsure and chewed on your lip as you thought it over. “If you're worried about my tiredness, don’t be. God knows I have too much energy at the end of the day, and can't ever sleep.” He knew you’d take his words as an over-exaggeration and you conceded with a sigh. He grinned and you smiled with a roll of your eyes at his triumphant expression. “I should get back to work…” he wanted to touch you now that you were so close to him, looking so soft and sweet. Now that he could feel your warmth a little more, like he’d been pulled even closer to your orbit, he almost wanted to just reach out and kiss you. 

He just clenched his fists and bid you farewell again. He’d barely turned around to watch the three women stare judgmentally at you and him. He grimaced. 

“Dean,” you stopped him. He turned to look at you without faltering, dazzled by the amusement in your voice. “You need my address, don’t you? And my phone number?” 

“Oh, right,” he was embarrassed. Wait, your phone number? He grabbed his phone from his back pocket a little too excitedly and handed it to you, unlocked. Only after you’d searched his phone for his contacts did he hope he didn’t leave anything inappropriate about you open. 

You handed him his phone and smiled softly. You appeared indecisive and he waited for you patiently, he’d always wait for you. And he was glad he did. You stepped closer and he held his breath, your warmth felt like sunfire now. You raised your hand, brushed your fingers against the softness of his cheek down to the stubble near his jaw. He knew you felt the unusual coldness of his skin when your touch lingered, but he hoped that it was because you felt as fluttery and breathless as he did. Then you dropped your hand. 

“Sorry, you had a bit of flour on your face, but I guess it’s part of the job.” He could feel your blush even more now, it didn’t matter seeing it, just the feeling of your body reacting to being so close to him was making him feel like a feral animal.  “It’s kinda cute so don’t even worry about it,” you shrugged and then blinked after realising what you said. You flushed and stuttered, “uh, bye, Dean. I’ll see you later.” 

He blinked as you made your way out before he could process what you said and the way you’d touched him. His mouth was agape and he really thought he might just start singing. You thought he was cute after all? And you felt so warm. 

He smiled boyishly and turned around dreamily, almost ignoring the three women he’d forgotten completely about as he found his place back at the counter to take their order. 

After a few hours, once he was sure you were home safe he texted you—after thirty minutes of deliberation: hey, it’s Dean. 

He knew his heart would be hammering against his chest only because he couldn’t stop clenching and unclenching his fist as he waited. Only a minute had passed when he saw you read his message, and he started to pace and tried to ingore his phone as he attended to his costumers. 

And you’d responded after a few long minutes: hey, dean, do you like burgers?

4 months later — January, 2024

Dean had to admit, you played the mystery card fairly well. 

You were relatively quiet and preferred to listen, which was hard because there was a lot Dean couldn’t say to you. 

Even though you’d both hit it off the day he helped you unpack the heavier items in your home, there was still something in the way. 

He knew that was the reason why you and him had a minimal distance that neither of you could crossover. He wished you were braver, but mostly, he wished he were braver. If he didn’t feel like he had too much on the line, because he did. Any information of his past could put you in danger and if he told you about himself and you didn’t accept him, that could put him in danger. 

He was completely fixated on you and trying to close the gap between you and him that he had missed so much about the real world. But he couldn’t help it, you inspired him. Since he met you, he’s made dozens of new recipes and mixtures that reminded him of what you’d taste like or what you smelled like. 

And when he wasn’t using work as a distraction for when you were busy at work yourself, he spent his time scrolling through your social media. Now that you had included him in your life, it was easier to keep track of you and the things that you perhaps wouldn’t share with him or anyone else unless it was behind the safety of a screen. 

He knew about your colleagues, new friends, and even managed to find your professional account. It was how he got to know you a little better, seeing you from your years in highschool and throughout university. He read people’s comments on your posts, their niceties and their relationships with you. He looked over all your followers and the people you followed back. 

He was just going to have to be content with what he had so far with you. He’d probably have carved his own heart out if you ended up falling for someone who wasn’t him. The only thing keeping his heart intact was the fact that you never spoke to him about anyone and when you did tell him about someone, it was because they’d upset you somehow.

It took everything in Dean’s body to not do something extreme about those people in your life. From your horrible colleague who never shared important information about work with you, to your irritating friend Nico who would “wait” for you to end up falling for him. It would be petty and dangerous. 

And that infuriating part of his brain would sneer at him that he was no different than Nico. But he was! Dean was not pretending to be your friend so that you would miraculously realise he was the one for you. He wasn’t good to you because he wanted an advantage, he was good to you because he knew it made your life easier. He did things for you without you knowing because he loved you. He didn’t want anything in return, not even your love. That’s not why he did what he did for you. 

He’d always keep you safe. He’d do anything for you, for the rest of your life. Even if the moment never came, that you’d never loved him as much as he loved you. 

Now, here he was, watching you from his spot behind the counter as he kneaded the dough to make a new batch of doughnuts. He couldn’t help himself; you were always worth looking at.

He loved watching you. 

You made cute faces when you were focused and you’d eventually find comfort as you sat in the corner alone working on your projects. He’d smile at you and you’d smile at him and it was perfect. It felt so intimate that you were just there with him. That there were no words that needed to be spoken. The space between you, filled with people and food was never enough to stop the way blood rushed up to your cheeks whenever he caught you looking at him.

There was no one who caught his attention anymore, but he still knew how to play it off—for frequent visits that he’d benefit from finally. Some things never changed. Unfortunately, he felt that this was the only way to keep his bakery open when he was so enthralled in your life. He may not lure women to their deaths for a nest, but he sure did lure them into his bakery so they invested in his business. 

He’d considered that maybe his customers weren’t shallow, that it wasn’t true that he was attractive and that was his only worth. He hated thinking that it didn’t matter how good or bad he was at baking because to the people who frequented his bakery, he was pretty and that’s all that mattered. He hated having to settle for it, if it was what brought business to his bakery. 

At least you were more interesting than that, he knew you were honest, and he knew when he’d really screwed up a recipe. It took him a while to get Mexican sweet bread right but you were the perfect person for that. 

His phone buzzed in his back pocket and he pulled it out, brows furrowed, mouth still in a pout. He smiled effortlessly at your name as the text notification lit up his screen.

You: You okay?

He looked over at you and smiled reassuringly. Were you watching him the whole time? Oh, God, you were. He now realised your laptop was shut and you were sitting facing the front of the bakery instead of facing your laptop. 

You looked down at your phone and started typing. He stared at you as you chewed on your lip and knocked your knees together, restarting your fidgeting habit. He only looked away to read your messages. 

You: I think I want a concha

You: And maybe some coffee

You grinned at him when he lifted a brow at you, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. You were already restless, it wouldn’t help you to have more caffeine.

Dean: You sure about that coffee? It’s almost 6. 

You: Make it small

Dean: Decaf

You: Fine :(

He laughed. You were so adorable. He felt it warm and bubbly as it rumbled through his chest and he heard the way you blushed. It made his body feel wild and tender every time he felt you became flustered. You laughed demurely and your fidgeting stopped momentarily.

He shook his head and put his phone in his pocket. Your wish was his command. He couldn’t bear to look at you for a second longer, you were made to be adored and loved by him. 

When he walked over to you, coffee and sweet bread in hand, he sat down in front of you. You smiled cheerfully and leaned forward curiously, pulling the coffee into your cool hands. “What?”

“Nothing, just bored,” he shrugged with a smile. You hummed softly and brought the cup to your lips. You moaned at the flavour, he felt the warmth of it pouring down your throat and spreading through your torso. “Got any plans this weekend?” 

You paused to look away and stared at the lid of your coffee as you brushed your fingers against the cardboard sleeve. Then, you relented. “I’m going on a date, actually. On Saturday.” 

Dean felt his heart sink. His face emptied every emotion and he was glad you didn’t look up. 

“Oh,” he muttered tightly, “do you.. like… the guy?” 

Now, you looked up at him. He rearranged his face to smile softly. You shrugged, noncommittal. God, woman. He was not interested in hearing a yes, but he also hated the way you kept everything close to the chest unless it was eating you up inside. How could he hate something about you when he loved you? No, he was just jealous. Your mystery was part of your charm and knowing things about you that others didn’t, demonstrated your trust in him. No one else had gotten that close to you and he knew it because you dedicated a vast majority of your free time to him. 

“He’s alright,” you faltered again. “It’s Clayton.”

The fucking mechanic? You're joking. 

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💌 YOUR MAJESTY

—➤ pairing: shoto todoroki

—➤ tags: fluff, no quirks + fantasy au, arranged marriage, inspired by Queen Charlotte. reader is kinda blunt and likes to talk, little to no usage of y/n. Shoto might be ooc.

—➤ note: As King, Shoto must choose a queen to marry, one that would make his irritating excuse of a father happy, Of course you have been chosen as the bride, but meeting your betrothed was more awkward (but cute) than you’d expect.

You didn’t have much family, the only person that took care of you was your elder sister, she was your sole guardian ever since your parents had passed, and since she was the eldest all the wealth and riches had gone to her and the custody of their youngest child, which was you.

You had never really intended to leave your sister’s side, especially due to the ways of marriage, you had always thought that your sister would always be there for you, no matter what.

So imagine your fear when you were to be married off the new crowned King of the land.

You were devastated, especially since nobody had informed you on the matter, you were unknowingly thrust into this chaotic world of royalty without a thought of opinion from you.

There was nothing you could do about it.

You had arrived at the palace, no expectations in hand, and you were greeted by the King’s father, but not the king himself.

“You will meet him on your wedding day” she was told by his mother, she was brief and did not feel welcoming.

For the next weeks of your new life, you were just galavanting around the grand palace, in your luxury new gowns and expensive and sparkly crowns and diamond jewels.

It was nice and all, but you were starting to feel lonely. Very lonely. The staff that followed you around like bodyguards never seemed to talk to you unless spoken to, and they weren’t allowed to speak freely at any point, the King’s mother; who stayed in the palace as well rarely seemed to want to get to know you either, the woman always had a cold attitude towards you, and everyone around her.

No one ever seemed to talk about the King and what he was like, which was really strange to you.

But you read, you took quiet strolls along the maze like gardens of the castle, and slowly, but surely, your wedding day had arrived.

“Is he handsome? Is he kind? Is he funny?”

You had been standing at this one position for hours now, getting your wedding gown fitted on you by several maidens, it had been awkwardly quiet for a while now, and the nerves of your wedding in a matter of hours was starting to set in, you really needed a prescription on the person you are about to be married to.

“What are his hobbies? Does he like art? Reading? Writing? Poetry??” You continued on as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the fact that you looked stunning calmed your nerves down just a bit.

“Does he like fencing-“

One of the maids fitting your dress cut you off, “this is a discussion for after the dress is fitted my lady,” she said with a small smile, she really didn’t want to answer your questions, but you were too persistent.

“Is he unattractive to look at?” You suddenly asked which took the maiden aback just a little, “is that why you will not answer my questions..”

“If he is deformed in some way I’m certain that won’t be an issue…beauty is on the inside after all” you rambled on, you hummed a bit, thinking about your words carefully before contradicting them, “Well beauty is not inside..but if his personality overcomes that then I don’t see any problem!”

The maid started sweating at your release of words, she had honestly never met someone so blunt and talkative, “Your Highness, please—“

“Is he not smart? If so then that’s a rather bad thing to be when you’re a king…but I guess if he is the king he has to be intelligent. Right?” You turned to the maiden with a small smile, “Is he cruel? How does he treat servants that cater to him?”

The maiden was practically sweating, not knowing what to do, she made eye contact with several other maidens, one just uncomfortably chuckled, putting on a faux smile as she spoke “I’m sure you two will have beautiful children together..”

The small smile you had on earlier faded away as she said those words, irking you just a bit, it was already bad enough that you were getting married to someone you hardly knew, but children? Oh heavens no!

You decided not to speak anymore and stare at yourself in the mirror, at least with all the talking you did time was able to pass just a little bit faster, you were almost finished with your fitting.

A sense of uncomfort grew within you the more you stared at yourself in this mirror. Is this who you were to be for the rest of your days? A woman in a loveless marriage with an unknown man?

You weren’t going to do this.

“All done!” The maiden cheered, “and three hours before the ceremony too, we have outdone ourselves ladies!” She said to the other maidens.

They all soon left, and you were left alone in the fitting room. They mentioned the wedding was in three hours? That was more than enough time for you to make your grand escape.

You had walked out out that changing room, clumps of your long wedding gown in your fists as you ran for outside, luckily and surprisingly you weren’t spotted, and it was a very, very, very long walk to the palace gardens.

On your previous walks here, you had always spotted a wall in the garden that led to outside the palace. And it was the perfect escape root, and all you needed to do was climb it.

You knew your wedding gown was going to be a problem, since it was rather long, but you didn’t want to miss your chance. It was now or never!

Picking up the hems of your dress, you run towards the wall and jumped, but gravity was against you, and you fell hard of your bum, groaning in pain at the inconvenience.

"I should've known this wasn't going to be easy..." you muttered to yourself, getting up from the ground, you glared at the wall, eyeing it up and down, how dare this measly wall deny you your opportunity at escaping??

You decided to try again.

You jumped on the walls again, this time latching onto the vines and pulling yourself up, it was a struggle but soon you were able to almost get halfway up.

"Excuse me."

The sudden voice startled you, with a loud shriek you felt yourself fall down the wall again, the fall was much harder this time and you let out a small groan from the pain.

When you got up, you turned to see who called you, annoyed and ready to give him a good earful, but you were surprised when you laid your eyes onto a man, a devilishly handsome young man.

"Are you in need of assistance of any kind?" He spoke

He had pale skin, and red and white half split hair, as well as heterochromic eyes, blue and gray, on there was a large scar on the left side of his face that added an extra touch of uniqueness to his features.

His facial gaze looked rather stern, but softened once he got a good look at your face, but you didn’t seem to notice, you had turned your back to him to face the wall you had fallen from.

"I'm quite fine, thank you." You said, "you can go back inside and wait with all the other servants and guests."

The man gave a small hum, "I was just about to, but I was curious to see what exactly was going on here-"

"Nothing" you cut him off, turning to him, trying to act as normal as possible “nothing is going on.”

The man sighed, “there clearly is something going on here ma’am.”

There was an irritated look on her face, “Ma’am? I am twenty years of age thank you very much!” You exclaimed, “but if you must know I’m trying to climb over this wretched wall” you pointed.

He raised his brow "What for?"

She looked at him weirdly, “that is none of your business.” You stated, earning another eye brow raise from him, you didn’t like that look, and for some reason you felt a need to tell him.

You sighed, "I'm afraid of the predicament that I have been forced into, so I’m climbing this wall to escape my problems..” you felt a little bit better after saying that, “not that you'd care, I believe you are a servant right? No that can’t be it I haven’t seen you before.." you muttered, putting a finger to your chin in question. “Are you a guest of some sort? I don’t know you, so you are not part of my court..”

You chose not to dwell on it, even though you were finding it suspicious how he was able to find his way into the royal gardens, but that wasn’t your business. You checked him out, noticing he was very tall and had a muscular build. He seemed to follow your eyes, a little flustered by how shameless you were being.

“What are you—“

"You look strong.” You cut him off, “Help me climb over."

"You're asking me to help you ease your escape?"

You chuckled, "it was more of a statement than a question.." you murmured before clearing her throat, "Yes that's what I implied."

“People inside will notice you are missing” he commented.

“I have no worries about that, once I am missing they will find another poor unfortunate lady to marry off to a king that no one clearly wants to speak of..” you say to him, “so will you help me or not?”

"I have no intentions of helping you"

You looked at him, tilting your head, "I am a lady in distress. You will not help a lady in distress? That is very rude."

You tried to walk back to the wall, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist, you were surprised by the contact, looking at the man cautiously.

"I refuse to help a lady in distress so that she doesn't have to marry me."

Your eyes widen, and when he let go off you, you stepped back, gasping softly, he caught sight of all three emotions that were evident on your face. You were confused, in shock, dumbfounded. He was impressed at how expressive you were.

"I'm sorry we had to meet this way my lady…" he spoke to you, an amusing smile on his face as he stepped closer to you. “I am to be your husband, call me Shoto”

“[name] call me [name]…” you trailed off, your ideas of running away had faded away, now staring at this man— who claims to be your future husband— at a loss for words.

“I…” you croaked, “I am deeply s..” truly you couldn’t speak at all.

“Your majesty…” you went to a bow, but he took your hand, signalling you to stand up straight.

“As I said before to you, you can call me Shoto..” he smiled again, “no need for formalities..”

You breathed in a laugh, “honestly…” you begun, “If I had known…I wouldn’t have…I..”

“You wouldn’t have tried to go over the castle walls?” He mused, earning a chuckle from you.

“Well yes…and..I wouldn’t have been so anxious to marry you…” you smiled, “If I had known..”

Shoto dear smile grew bigger at the sight of yours, he was already enamoured by you.

“I am so rude..if you wouldn’t want to marry me now, I’d completely understand” you shook your head.

“Who said I didn’t want to?” He remarked, “and if I recall, the ceremony is in an hour, so we must hurry” he took your hand, “don’t want to keep anyone waiting.

You followed him out the garden and into the palace, where the ceremony was to be taken place, and even though you were anxious before, now you were relieved and a bit happy, and so glad that you didn’t succeed in climbing that palace wall.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

⛧𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸𝙸⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's been two weeks since that fateful night your crushes revealed their killer hobby to you. You promise yourself you'll never look back but your ties to each other can't be severed so easily. Especially not when your own gruesome urges begin to creep in and an unexpected visitor gives you the perfect opportunity to set them free. Do you have it in you to resist or are you destined to return to them?

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k-ish

⛧ Warnings: horror elements, masturbation (f w/ vibrator), blood, violence (none between you 3 though. you psychos love each other too much), someone breaks into reader's house w/ short fight scene after, erotic homicidal urges, dead bodies, strong language, you become a killer bby girl, suggestive convos, everyone gets kinda sentimental, & that's all.

⛧ A/N: I'm such a spooky girl at my core (it's where my writing roots are) so it's been fun writing this dark comedy/romance and I love you forever if you're joining this quite odd ride with me.

Also thank youuu @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 and @lxsunshine for asking to be tagged! I've never really had a tag list but if anyone else wants to be, totally let me know! 🖤

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 <<< 💀

Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. You could blame it on Han and Minho for what they did but that’d be unfair wouldn’t it? What they uncovered in you—the same darkness lurking within themselves—has alway been here and it refuses to be buried again. But you try.

It’s been a long 15 minutes soaking in this bath with one leg draped over the side of the tub and your waterproof vibrator buzzing away beneath the lilac bubbles. Music plays in your headphones, ambient tunes meant to melt the tension from your body. Squeezing your eyes shut you try—you really try—to chase off intrusive visions of two sickeningly handsome psychopaths. You don’t want to remember what you saw that night but the picture’s so clear in your head that it might as well be playing out in front of you all over again.

For the few seconds that you manage to shake the thought, your vibrator feels useless. It hums against your walls with all the enjoyment of a leg that’s fallen asleep. But when the image snaps back into frame—them standing there in nearly nothing, blood dripping down their bodies—it feels heavenly. The pleasure travels through you in pulses, spreading further out the longer you indulge in your memories.

This isn’t right. You have to stop. You know you do. So do it. You can’t. Lie to yourself all you want but this is what you need. Water splashes onto the floor as your leg slips into the tub, moans dancing freely from your lips. Your heart thumps like a techno beat, battling the light music in your headphones for dominance.

The pressure in your lower belly overtakes you, dangerously close to erupting. Crashing into your high, your eyes fall open and you’re met with a face you haven’t seen in months. You open your mouth to scream but a hand is already around your throat, dragging you out of the bathtub. 

“Where’s my brother?” the man shouts, the dim lighting in the bathroom only partially concealing a face twisted with rage.

You claw at his hands, nails slicing through his skin like razors. He grunts, gripping his bloody hand, and tosses you across the floor. A framed picture crashes to the floor as you hit the wall with a thud, your ears ringing at the impact. Turning to lunge at you again, he trips on the soaking wet bath mat and falls at your feet. You latch onto the toilet, struggling to pull yourself up when you’re still covered in bubbles.

“I know you know something! So tell me!” he demands, catching you by the ankle. He uses all of his strength to drag you down but you’re too slippery to hold onto.

“I don’t know where your fucking brother is!” you scream, grabbing onto the toilet tank. Tucking your fingers under the lip of the heavy lid, you pull at it as hard as you can. 

“You’re lying! Either tell me what happened or I’ll make you, you fucking bi—”

Ding! You swing around and crack him in the head with the porcelain lid. He stares up, not particularly at you, his gaze empty. Everything goes dark for him, blood gushing down his head, and he’s down. High off of adrenaline, you toss on your robe and run for the phone at the end of the hall. Hands shaking, tears running down your cheeks, you pick it up to call the cops. But something stops you.

Instinct takes over and your fingers are already dialing the new number. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and find yourself fixated on the bloody skin under your nails. The line rings so many times that you almost think no one will answer.

“My baby!” Han cheers on the other end of the call, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I missed you.”

 There’s some shuffling followed by Minho’s voice, “We missed you!” 

You flick the skin from under your nails, smiling to yourself. “Hi boys,” you sniffle, knowing there’s no turning back, “I missed you too. You wouldn’t happen to be, uh, busy tonight would you?”

Minho feels like an old man who can’t get his dick up. It might actually be easier if he were. At least then there’d be a pill to fix what he’s going through. Ever since you walked out that door both he and Han have had the worst dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The only dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The last body they touched was your ex’s. They threw it, every last piece of it, somewhere no one would ever find him and left it at that. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

Detectives call what they’re going through a “cooling off” period. It’s the time between murders when a serial killer returns to their normal lives, biding their time until they can kill again. Poking his spoon around in a bowl of soggy cereal, a pouty Minho doubts that’ll happen any time soon. “I hate this!” he whines, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

Han pushes his legs away, flopping down beside him on the couch, “Get your feet off my coffee table.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh meh meh” Minho mocks, deflating when it hits him that he can hardly enjoy picking on Han anymore.

Han scooches closer to Minho, offering him a shoulder to lay his head on. Minho takes it, feeling Han’s sadness without having to see the heartbroken look on his face. No matter how much he teases him, Han’s his best friend. They’re brothers. They understand each other like no one else can and he knows how badly Han hoped you would too.

“You wanna go to the medical history museum tomorrow?” Minho asks, calling upon all of his cuteness to make Han happy.

Han doesn’t answer but exhales a “Hmm…” that signals he might be interested. 

Minho bats his eyelashes, laying it on heavy, “Come on, they have the world’s largest collection of human skulls. You know you love good head. I mean, no, wait, that didn’t…shit.” Han hangs his head, laughing so hard it makes him wheeze. “Why would you say that? Just why?”

Minho sits up, elbowing him in the side, “Fuck you. I was trying to cheer you up.”

Han throws his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly, “Stop sulking! I’ll go! Who needs a girl when you have the world’s largest collection of human skulls, ya know?”

Minho narrows his eyes, resisting the urge to fight against the hug just this once. Deep down inside, really deep, he loves it. “Exactly” he huffs, “Women are a distraction anyway. We’re better off without her.” 

Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of the phone sucks all of the air from the room and their stomachs collectively sink. In record time they’re halfway across the room, pushing each other out of the way to check the caller ID. Your name flashes on it and Han snatches it up just as Minho’s fingers graze the buttons. 

Han answers the phone, almost too excited to contain himself, “My baby!” Minho folds his arms, quietly judging Han for being such a dork about this.

“I missed you” Han says, lower this time, his back turned to Minho.

What happened to not needing you? What happened to being better off without you? Oh, fuck it.

Minho steals the phone, blushing so hard his ears turn red, “We missed you.”

A minimum of six traffic laws were broken when the boys realized something had happened to you. Of course you couldn’t tell them the incriminating details over the phone. Luckily, hearing you cry was more than enough for them to stop everything and speed across the city to check on you. They really only cared about seeing you again but the presence of a possibly dead body doesn’t hurt.

In your second stroke of luck tonight, if you can call it that, you’re positive no one knows he’s here. There’s nothing on him to track him by. He came only with the tools he used to break in and a taser he no doubt intended to use on you. And there won’t be any fuss from your downstairs neighbor. She hasn’t been able to hear since 1982. All that’s left is the matter of what to do with him. 

Gathered in your bathroom, the three of you stand over the body carefully watching for signs of life. Han and Minho glance at each other behind your back. They’re both wondering the same thing but don’t know how to ask. They play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. Han’s rock and he hates that for himself. Minho’s paper and he’s never been happier. Minho mouths, “Loser” and Han flips him off. 

“Baby” Han says sweetly, holding your hand, “Were you and this guy, like…”

You stare at him, happy to be holding his hand but genuinely confused, “Were we?” Reading the room, you pick up on what they mean. “No, no, no! Never! This…” you say, kicking the motionless body, “Is my ex’s shithead brother. He broke in cause he wants to know where his brother is.”

Minho shrugs, pulling the belt to your bathrobe out, “Let’s make sure they’re reunited then shall we?” He wraps the belt around each hand a few times until there’s tension in the fabric and just enough room to fit a human neck. Minho sits down on the floor, positioning the man’s head in his lap. He’s ready to tighten the belt around his neck but there’s something bugging him. “Do you guys hear that?”

You all listen closely, picking up on a nearly inaudible buzzing. Han follows the sound over to the bathtub where the bubbles have long dissolved and spots the source immediately. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches into the water, pulling out your vibrator.

“Oh my god. Give it here!” you shriek, taking it and switching it off. You toss it in the cabinet under the sink, unable to handle how much they’re obviously loving this. “So, did you come at least?” Minho asks, relaxing his hold on the belt. 

“I’m not answering that.” 

Han’s studied you enough to tell when you’re lying. “She did! Did you think about us when you did it?” 

Minho giggles, far too pleased with himself, “She did.” 

“Go to hell!” you snap, getting on your knees beside Minho. You take the belt from him, winding it around your hands the same way that he did. “Show me.”

Your boldness throws them off—this is far from what they were expecting—but they don’t hesitate to guide you. Han joins you on the other side, showing you how to hold the belt properly. Minho checks the pulse before propping the body up for you. It’s weak but it’s there. It feels natural to be doing this together, like the space between them was always meant to be one you’d inhabit.

“Thanks for coming, you guys” you say, seconds from strangling a man, “Most guys won’t even buy me flowers and you risked the electric chair for me. That’s way sweet”

“You’re worth risking the electric chair for” Han coos, kissing you on the cheek.

Minho nods in agreement, kissing you on the other cheek, “Cutie.”

Your cheeks are so warm and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. You’re basically glowing at the love being poured into you. It’s perfect enough that you regret running away from it to begin with but that won’t happen this time.

“Aah!” the man croaks, shooting back into consciousness. He tries to sit up but you use the belt to hold him down, squeezing it as hard as you can around his neck. You lock your legs around him, something they didn’t need to instruct you to do, and hang on until he goes limp. They look at you like they’re terrified of you, afraid to make any sudden movements in case you’re in the mood to come for them too. 

Han takes him by the wrist, checking his pulse, “He’s…dead. Holy shit. You killed a guy.” 

“I killed a guy?” 

“You did! Good girl” Minho applauds, breaking out into a happy dance.

You and Han join him, dancing to totally different songs in your head but celebrating together nonetheless. Han gets up from the floor, dusting himself off, “Now you’ve just gotta chop him up. Got any food in your fridge? I’m hungry.” He wanders off to the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone in the bathroom.

Minho gets up too, kissing you on the top of the head. “I could use a midnight snack too” he yawns following Han’s lead, “Be careful with the radial artery, love. It bleeds like a bitch.” 

Pushing the body off of you, you hop up to chase after them. “Wait! You’re ditching me for snacks? I don’t have the tools for this. And what the fuck is a radial artery?” 

[kesujo]

Vacation

Tags: girlxgirlxgirl, double penetration This is a continuation of 'Secrets', but it's not required to have read it to understand this. (Also, this is randomly first person POV)

Being busy is both a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, one gets stressed out. One's work starts to seep into one's private life, and finds themselves unable to enjoy the hobbies they used to enjoy. Even the more … intimate ones.

On the other hand, once a break arrives, relaxing felt much better. And after almost two straight months of busywork, many overnight shifts, and several all-nighters, we all were soo ready for a vacation.

“Why are your suitcases so small?” I asked, eyeing Tiffany’s and Taeyeon’s suitcases. Or rather, their suitcase. “I mean, we are staying at that house for a week, right?”

“Oh, this will be enough, don’t worry,” Tiffany said, closing the cover to the suitcase.

I, for some reason, was suddenly reminded of a few months back, when Tiffany and Taeyeon first proposed to ‘let me in on their secret’. “Ok, well I’m just about done packing too, so I’ll be down in a few,” I said, turning around, half to do what I told them I was going to do, half to hide the blush that was creeping onto my cheeks.

Whenever I thought about it, it seemed weird. I mean, who wouldn’t find having sex with your housemates on a semi-regular basis weird? Still, no matter how weird it seemed, it was undeniable that it always felt good. I was just glad that it didn’t affect our relationships at all.

Recently, actually, I found myself missing our normal night activities due to how busy we’ve all been. Every time I have had those thoughts, though, I had to stop myself; despite how frequently it happened, I still didn’t seem to be used to the idea. After all, both Taeyeon and Tiffany are gorgeous, and just knowing about our nightly activities made me feel … fortunate? Was that weird? I sighed and shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

I took a few minutes to finish packing and to calm myself down before going back downstairs, carefully carrying my suitcase down the steps. A few minutes later, after packing the car (which took like half a minute), we drove off.

It was only about a two-hour drive before we reached our destination. When we got there though, I could just about feel my eyes widen.

It was a huge two-story house with a lawn that could probably fit half a football field. On the other side of the house, I could just about make out tiled floor lined up against the grass and the tip for a pair of handrails to what I could only guess was a pool. “Wow, this is so big! How did you get this place?” I asked, looking around as much as I could through the window of the car.

“Ah, I just got lucky,” Taeyeon said dismissively. That made me a little suspicious, but I trusted Taeyeon enough to not question her. “The more important thing is that no one else is allowed near here, so we have this whole place to ourselves,” Taeyeon said as she pulled up to the front of the house.

“Really? Is there a lot to do here?” I inquired, stepping out of the car.

Tiffany, who was seated in the passenger seat, got out along with Taeyeon. “You’ll know when you get inside,” Tiffany said, heading towards the trunk.

Once again, I was reminded of that one night a few months ago, when Taeyeon and Tiffany. I felt my face grow hot again and averted my gaze from the other two. What was wrong with me?

After settling down and exploring the house a little bit (which, turns out, does have a pool in the backyard, equipped with a few lounge chairs a few mini-tables to put drinks on), Taeyeon set out to the kitchen to make dinner. When I suggested that I help, Taeyeon insisted that she do it alone, saying that she wanted to make dinner a surprise.

So with that, Tiffany and I took the time to explore the house. After going upstairs to check out the bedrooms, Tiffany excitedly squealed at how soft the bed looked and jumped into one. After only about a minute or so, Tiffany fell asleep, so I decided to leave her sleep and come back to wake her up when dinner was ready.

After exploring the rest of the second floor, I walked back downstairs, aimlessly walking around. Eventually, having nothing else to do, I found myself heading back to the kitchen.

“Taeyeon? Do you want help?” I asked, entering the room.

I froze as soon as I saw her. My heart suddenly started racing, and my breathing grew ragged. “Oh, you’re here Sica,” she said nonchalantly, turning around.

She was completely naked, save for an apron draped across her front. The cloth just barely covered her crotch, leaving her perfectly shaven, slim, milky white legs for show.

She smiled gently at me, as if nothing was wrong. “What’s wrong, Sica?” she asked, stepping towards me.

“U-Um, … why are you—” I was cut off as I felt a pair of arms snake around my sides and embrace me. I gasped as I felt what seemed like Tiffany’s bare breasts press against my back.

“Remember when you asked what there is to do here?” Tiffany said softly, almost breathing into my ear. I shivered as I felt her warm hands crawling under my shirt. “Here’s our answer: we’re allowed to do anything, but as long as it’s just us three on this property, none of us are not allowed to cover ourselves with anything,” she said, pulling my shirt up. I instinctively raised my arms, allowing Tiffany to pull off the shirt I was wearing.

“Wait! What?” I stammered. Tiffany slid her hands underneath my bra; I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes as I felt Tiffany’s hand being pushed against my skin by my bra.

“Of course, there are a few exceptions; if anyone comes over, we’re all allowed to put clothes on, or if you ever have to deal with heat, then you can use the apron that Taeyeon is using, but only the apron,” Tiffany continued, reaching back around to undo my bra strap.

“A-Ah…” I gasped as I felt my breasts spring free from my bra.

“Go on, open your eyes,” Tiffany said, her alluring, husky voice. I shuddered as Tiffany’s hands found the hem of my jeans. “Don’t you want to watch Taeyeon’s cute ass as she cooks?”

I opened my eyes just in time to see Taeyeon glance back at me. When she met my gaze, she grinned playfully and shook her ass. If I said that the action didn’t turn me on, I would be dead wrong.

When Tiffany had finished stripping me, she stepped away from me, releasing her embrace on me. “If we ever catch you cheating, we’re going to have to punish you, ok?” Tiffany said, slapping my butt lightly.

“Ok,” I breathed out, finally regaining control of my body.

“Sica, come here,” Taeyeon said, still standing in front of the stove. I obediently walked up to her, trying really hard not to stare at her bare ass. “Could you just stay here and accompany me?” she asked, turning to face me for a brief second. I held my breath as she did, fully aware that I was stark naked, but she turned back to the stove shortly after.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, walking up to her and standing slightly behind her to her right. “So what’s for dinner?”

“Pasta with alfredo sauce,” Taeyeon replied. I peered into the pot, but something caught the corner of my eye.

When I saw it, I instantly regretted my decision.

The apron itself was designed to cover nothing more than her front. The string that tied it together was probably meant to tie around the midriff of a person’s body, but because of Taeyeon’s rather short figure, it was tied just above her butt, the thin string hanging loose right between her butt cheeks, almost as if framing the pair of beautiful mounds of flesh.

That wasn’t the thing that caught my eye though; because the apron was designed the way it was, the cloth followed the shape of Taeyeon’s body, protruding a bit at her breasts before gradually falling back down to cover the rest of the front of her body. However, the apron did an extremely poor job of protecting the side of her body; that is to say, I had complete vision of her sideboob.

“Like what you see?”

Taeyeon’s voice startled me, and it was only then did I realize I was staring at it. “A-Ah, I’m sorry,” I stammered, tearing my gaze away from her.

Taeyeon giggled. “It’s fine. Can you help me carry the pasta to the dining table?” she asked, scooping the last of the sauce into a plate.

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing the bigger plate. “Wait, why are there only two plates?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” Taeyeon asked, taking the apron off and setting it on a hook before grabbing the smaller plate. “Let’s go,” she said, patting my bare butt cheeks with her free hand. I flushed a little at the contact; all this time not having sex seemed to have caused me to regain sensitivity to these intimate actions.

I followed her, making sure to keep my eyes on the plate instead of Taeyeon. However, carrying the plate proved to be a little bit more troublesome than I expected.

Because I wasn’t wearing anything, my boobs bounced a little with every step I took, meaning that I had to keep the plate a good distance in front of me, or else I risked smearing the pasta or dropping the plate.

“Sica, are you ok?” I heard Taeyeon’s voice calling from the dining room.

“Yeah, I’m almost there,” I replied, entering the room.

The mahogany table draped in a white cloth was an average size, enough to seat 6 people. It was rectangular shaped but rounded at the edges, with the smaller side facing the entrance of the room. However, as I walked in, I noticed that there were only two seats located at each end of the table, with Tiffany happily sitting in at the far end.

“You’re over there, Sica,” Taeyeon said, turning around from the chair right in front of the open entrance. She must have noticed the way I was holding the plate, as she started giggling when she saw me. “Ah, I didn’t even think about that. Sorry for making you take the bigger plate,” she said, trying her best to regain her posture.

“I-It’s ok,” I replied. I shuffled over to Tiffany; feeling her gaze from the front and Taeyeon’s from the back only made me flush even more as I kept my eyes trained on the plate of pasta, finally reaching Tiffany and setting it down in front of her.

“Where—?”

“Here, Jessi,” Tiffany cut me off and answered my question immediately, patting the chair she was sitting on.

I glanced down at where she was patting, almost as an automatic reaction, and when I did, I gasped once again.

Tiffany had a thick, pink strap-on dildo fastened to her waist, pointed straight at the ceiling. “Wh-What…” I trailed off. My heart raced against my chest, almost to the point of hurting; however, it was partially because I was scared and worried—the large majority of me was feeling extremely turned on at the situation.

Tiffany smiled in reaction to me. “Right here,” she repeated, patting her seat again. “I bet this will be your first time eating while having a dildo stuffed inside your pussy,” she said, grinning mischievously, tapping the rubber tool. I could feel my nether regions respond to Tiffany’s dirty talk, but I still couldn’t bring myself to move.

“We aren’t going to start eating without you Sica,” Taeyeon’s voice chimed in from the other side of the table.

“Ar-…You’re not kidding, right?” I asked cautiously.

Tiffany shook her head. “Of course not. Come here,” she said, beckoning me with her hand. “I’ll feed you, don’t worry,” she said.

Seeing no alternative, I took a few breaths and nodded, taking careful steps towards her.

Tiffany pushed her chair back a bit more to make space for me. I felt myself slow down a bit as I neared it, eyeing the thick pseudo-cock. Will that even fit inside me anymore?

Those thoughts were blown into a blur as Tiffany grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her. “You can go as slowly as you need to,” she said as soon as I situated myself in front of her.

I nodded and took a few more deep breaths. When I felt Tiffany’s hands grip my butt cheeks and pull them apart, I bit my lip as I felt the cool, crisp air-conditioned air make contact with my unshaven vaginal opening.

Slowly and surely, I lowered myself, allowing Tiffany’s hands to guide me. When the tip of the phallic object made contact with my vagina, I bit my lip, quickly taking in a breath before lowering myself further on it.

“Ah,” I moaned involuntarily as I felt the strap-on enter me. I closed my eyes and pushed myself further down, feeling my vaginal walls stretch around the rubber shaft.

“That’s it, good girl,” Tiffany cooed, using one hand to rub my thighs while the other massaged my boobs.

“Ah, ah, … Aah fuck,” I moaned incessantly as the dildo continued to stretch my insides. I placed my hands on Tiffany’s legs, slowly working my way down the shaft. Every time the toy advanced deeper into my core, I could feel its walls stretching, trying its best to welcome the guest. I let out the occasional moan as pleasure coursed through my body; after a few minutes, with Tiffany continuing to urge me on while rubbing my thighs and boobs, I finally felt my ass make contact with Tiffany’s skin.

“Good job, Jessi,” Tiffany complimented me, using both hands to pat my legs. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Tiffany must have pushed the chair forward without me realizing as the plate was already right in front of me. Unsure of where to move my hands, I kept them planted on Tiffany’s thighs. I was vaguely aware of Tiffany’s breasts pressed against my back, but the sensation was mostly drowned out by the feeling of the thick member plugging my pussy.

Tiffany reached forward, unintentionally pushing the dildo further in me. I gasped, biting my lip once again.

As she grabbed the fork, I looked across the table to see Taeyeon’s gaze locked onto me, and seeing her facial expression made it very evident that she was extremely turned on by what just happened. I felt my face heat up again and diverted my gaze.

It was then I felt something warm touch my lips. “Open up, Jessi,” Tiffany said, hovering a fork full of pasta noodles in front of me. I obeyed and let Tiffany feed me the forkful of food.

“Wait, shouldn’t I be feeding both of us? I’m closer to the plate,” I told Tiffany as she fed herself. Tiffany reached forward again, repeating the same action and drawing out the same response from me.

Tiffany put the fork down, and after she finished chewing, she replied, “It’s not convenient for you to reach backwards. Plus, it would be such a waste of a dildo if I only stuffed it inside of you without even moving it a little bit,” she replied, reaching forward again.

This time, she caught me by surprise; when the dildo was pushed inside me again, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Right after this, I felt Tiffany kiss my jawline, whispering, “Let’s see who gives in first; you, or me.”

I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes to take a few breaths to calm my aroused state as I felt my competitive side awaken. Soon after, I felt the same warm feeling on my lips. I opened my mouth, but instead of feeling the pasta inside my mouth, I suddenly felt the sauce-covered pasta noodles on my breasts.

“Ah, sorry,” Tiffany said, leaning forward to place the fork down before using her hands to pick up the strands of noodles. I could tell by the motion of her hand that she was eating the noodles that she picked off my boobs.

“It’s ok,” I replied, trying my best to control my voice as I reached up and helped her pick the noodles off myself. As I was about to put the noodles on the napkin next to the plate, Tiffany grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to her mouth. I bit my lip once again as I felt Tiffany’s lips close around my fingers, her tongue guiding the noodles into her mouth before pulling my hand out.

“Wouldn’t want to waste perfectly good food,” Tiffany told me after she had finished chewing, proceeding to resume picking the food off me as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

I hesitantly nodded and continued to help Tiffany pick the noodles off my breasts until nothing but bits and pieces of sauce remained. “That kind of looks sexy; kind of like you have cum splattered on your boobs,” Tiffany commented, reaching forward again.

Once again, I was caught off guard by her comment and let out a moan.

It was after we had only a few forkfuls left of pasta that I finally cracked.

After the nth time Tiffany leaned forward, pushing the fake dick inside me once again, I let out a throaty growl and gripped Tiffany’s legs tightly, grinding my ass against Tiffany’s crotch, desperate for more action.

Tiffany dropped the fork and placed her hands on my inner thighs, grinding against me in response. “You lose,” Tiffany whispered against my ear, planting kisses all along my jawline and neck.

“I don’t care,” I replied, breathing heavily as I felt the rubber cock shift around inside my pussy, stretching it even further. “Fuck, just fuck me already,” I said, using Tiffany’s legs as leverage to ride her.

“Will do, princess,” she replied, moving her hands up to my boobs as she began to pump the fake cock inside me.

“A-Ah!” I closed my eyes tightly as Tiffany’s dildo started thrusting inside of me, sliding against my slick vaginal walls. “Shit! Ah … ah, Tiff …”

“Fuck Jessi, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re riding my dick like this,” Tiffany said, massaging my boobs as she continued to piston the shaft inside me.

I felt myself only grow hotter as I heard her.

“Ah, can you guys be quiet? I’m actually going to start masturbating right here if you guys make me any hornier,” I heard Taeyeon whine from across the table.

Remembering that Taeyeon was in the room with us, I felt my face flush; however, I didn’t even slow down as I started to feel a familiar sensation.

However, after a few minutes, Tiffany wrapped her legs around mine and pinned me to the chair, stopping all motion.

“Wha—Why?” I whined. The sudden stop in activity, combined with how horny I was feeling, caused me to feel extremely frustrated; I tried to fight against Tiffany’s hold, but it only caused a slight rattling sound.

“Let’s make a deal first. For every forkful of pasta you eat, we’ll continue for about a minute,” Tiffany offered.

I nodded hastily, taking a few breaths to try to calm myself back down. Tiffany once again leaned forward, gathered up the noodles at what seemed like a painstakingly slow pace, and fed herself before feeding me.

“Finish chewing first,” Tiffany told me. “I’ll verify myself once you tell me you’re done.”

At that moment, I was feeling so impatient and aroused that I could barely taste the pasta or the sauce. After swallowing the last bit of pasta, I informed her that I was done.

She then turned my head with her hand and leaned forward, planting her lips onto mine. She then proceeded to push her tongue into my already open mouth, exploring it briefly before breaking contact.

“Good girl,” she said as soon as she pulled away, smiling.

I immediately took the chance to resume, using Tiffany’s legs as leverage as I continued to ride her.

Before what seemed like hardly any time at all, Tiffany stopped me again.

This continued three more times, until Tiffany scrapped the last bits and pieces of the pasta into my mouth.

With the meal finished, Tiffany impatiently pushed the plate to the side, nearly causing it to fall off the table, before standing up, dildo still inside of me, and bent me over the table.

I moaned loudly as she resumed pistoning the fake dick into my pussy, the new position granting her greater freedom to thrust harder and faster.

“Ah fuck Tiff!” I moaned, gripping the sides of the table as she fucked me relentlessly.

“You like that, huh? You like the feeling of my dick filling up your pussy? You like it when I’m fucking your pussy like this, don’t you?” Tiffany growled, giving my butt cheeks a few sharp slaps.

“Ah … ah … ah …” I continuously moaned as I felt the shaft continuously push itself in and out of my core, feeling the table shake ever so slightly from the force of Tiffany’s thrusts.

After a few minutes, I felt the build up start to overwhelm me. “Tiffany, I’m going to cum,” I warned her in a warbled voice as she continued her assault on my nether regions.

This further encouraged her, causing her to bring one hand to our connection and rub my clit. In about a minute, the pleasure overwhelmed me. “A-Ah!” I screamed, the additional stimulation pushing me over the edge as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I felt myself pulsate on Tiffany’s strap-on, a wave of my juices staining the dildo and Tiffany’s legs.

I rode my orgasm out for the next half minute before sighing in relief, resting on the table with all my stamina drained, not even caring that my breasts being pushed against the table was somewhat uncomfortable.

“Can you go clean the dishes while I go help Taeyeon?” Tiffany said. “You can join us when you’re done,” she finished, patting my butt lightly before pulling the dildo out. I groaned softly as I felt the shaft slide against my vaginal walls before completely breaking contact with it.

I laid on the table, catching my breath until I heard Taeyeon moan. Oh, Taeyeon must have gotten horny from watching us, huh? I thought, feeling my face get warm once again. It was then that I completely registered what she said.

“Ah, Fany,” Taeyeon’s drawn out moan, along with my sudden realization, caused me to stand up straight, pushing myself off the table.

“Tae—Tae, aaah,” Tiffany’s accompanying moan piqued my interest; I knew I would regret it, but I couldn’t help myself. I looked in the direction of the living room, which was where their voices were coming from, and found Tiffany and Taeyeon sharing what was probably a two-sided strap-on dildo, with Tiffany wearing it.

I tore myself away from the hot scene and found the strength to stand up. I took a second to steady myself before carrying the dishes and silverware to the kitchen. Luckily, there was enough wall in between the kitchen and living room that they were significantly quieter than in the dining room; unluckily, I could still hear the two fucking and only felt my lust grow.

“Tiff—Fany, aah fuck,” Taeyeon moaned once again as I stepped out of the kitchen.

“Mm, you like it when I fuck you like that huh?” Tiffany asked, hands placed securely onto Taeyeon’s hips while she thrusted wildly into her. Even from this distance, I could see the amount of cum that was leaking onto Taeyeon’s crotch and legs.

“Yes, I love it soo much,” she replied, clearly clouded by lust.

Taeyeon was on her hands and knees, sticking her ass in the air to allow Tiffany easy access to her pussy as Tiffany continuously humped Taeyeon, occasionally creating the wet clapping sound of flesh against flesh.

Watching the scene before me rapidly returned my stamina to me, and before I knew it, I was in the living room. “Jessi, you’re here,” Tiffany noted, glancing over at me, “Tae, were you frustrated before, during dinner?” she inquired, stopping her thrusting.

I picked up a barely audible whine from Taeyeon as she turned her head around, nodding while using her best puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you’re about to get all the attention you could want,” Tiffany informed her, giving her ass a couple of encouraging slaps. “Jessi, you see the other strap-on two sided dildo on the couch over there?” Tiffany asked, motioning to the couch behind her.

“Yeah,” I said, spotting the blue sex toy.

“Put it on and join us,” she told me. I didn’t hesitate to grab the toy and push one end into myself, groaning as I felt the shaft enter me.

I made sure the shaft was bent in the proper direction before turning to face the pair.

Tiffany, who was underneath Taeyeon, was rubbing the rubber cock against her labia lips. Taeyeon was laying on top of Tiffany, face up with her legs spread wide open, allowing me easy visibility of her well shaven vagina. When she turned her head upwards to see me, her eyes just about popped when she noticed the dildo I was wearing.

“Oh, you’re going to—oh my god, I don’t think I can take both,” Taeyeon said, nervously shifting.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around Taeyeon’s waist. “Didn’t you want attention, though?” she asked, placing her head just to the left of Taeyeon’s. I continued advancing, breathing deeply as I felt the dildo shift inside me with every step I took.

“Isn’t this too much?” she asked, eyes showing a mixture of both fear and excitement.

“It’s ok, I lubed you up already,” Tiffany reminded her.

“But still … I don’t know—ah, fuck,” Taeyeon moaned loudly as Tiffany pushed the dildo into Taeyeon’s asshole.

I quickly closed the gap and situated my legs perpendicular to Taeyeon’s, quickly lubricating the shaft with Taeyeon’s honey before plunging into her pussy with the fake dick.

“AAH, FUCK!” Taeyeon screamed, arching her back as the second dildo entered her.

“Jessi, just lay on top of Taeyeon, I’ll be fine,” Tiffany said, voice strained from the effort she was putting into fucking Taeyeon’s ass.

I acquiesced, bringing my knees onto the carpet so that I was semi-bending over Taeyeon and lowered myself on top of her. Our boobs pressed against each other as I found Taeyeon’s lips with my own.

I placed my hands on Taeyeon’s waist, right above Tiffany’s, as I relentlessly thrusted into her. I could feel Tiffany’s simultaneous, mismatched thrusts as Taeyeon shook in response to both Tiffany’s and my own furious thrusts.

“MM, MM,” Taeyeon screamed continuously, her hands gripping my arms tightly.

The continuous shaking from both Taeyeon and Tiffany also helped the dildo inside of me shift around, causing it to push itself in and out, although with considerable less force.

“MMM!”

In just about a minute or two, that final scream barely gave us a heads up as Taeyeon shook furiously, pumping out stream after stream of cum that splattered onto the blue shaft, her legs, my legs, and even my waist.

Neither of us slowed down, even after Taeyeon had finished riding out her orgasm.

I broke our lip lock, next aiming for her breasts.

“Fuck, I just came, I can’t—ah—ah!” Taeyeon moaned as I lightly sucked on her nipple, bringing my left hand up to massage the other breast. “Pull out, I can’t take much more, oh fuck … please—please pull out,” she begged, although her body betrayed her as she immediately moaned afterwards.

“Just admit it, you love having our dicks inside you at the same time, Taeyeon,” Tiffany said, “Admit that you love being fucked in both holes at once while sandwiched in between two sexy women.”

“I—… I need a break, please, I’m … I’m—ah, FUCK,” Taeyeon moaned as I felt Tiffany significantly pick up her pace.

“I’m close,” Tiffany warned us.

“Ah, Tiff—” I moaned in response to Tiffany’s increased aggression, feeling the dildo stuffed inside of me thrash inside of me more wildly as a result.

“Admit you love being fucked in both holes at once,” Tiffany repeated, reaching around and grabbing my butt cheeks with both her hands.

I gasped at the unexpected contact, pushing the shaft extra deep into Taeyeon.

“FUCK! Yes, I love being fucked like this! Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum again!” Taeyeon screamed, panting heavily.

I felt Tiffany’s hand on my vagina, running along it as if searching for something. When she finally settled on my clitoris, her fingers started working on it furiously, pinching and rubbing it.

“Tiff—!” I moaned loudly, thrusting harder and harder into Taeyeon’s pussy as I felt the tension start to build up again.

Only about a minute later, Taeyeon let out another scream of ecstasy as her body once again shook with pleasure, depositing her honey onto the rubber dick, occasionally splattering my legs.

Tiffany followed soon after, shaking so furiously that I felt her vibrating through Taeyeon.

As she came, Tiffany gave my clit one last, hard pinch before letting go. This, combined with the dildo thrashing inside of me as a byproduct of Tiffany’s orgasm, was enough to send me over the edge. I let out a squeal as I shook furiously against the fake cock, causing the dildo to thrash about wildly inside of Taeyeon as I rode out my orgasm.

When I was finished, I let out a big sigh, resting my head on Taeyeon’s soft breasts, not having the strength to remove the dildo inside of her or me. She gently stroked my hair, brushing the loose strands of hair away from my face.

“Wow Taeyeon, you really are something,” I commented, my hands lazily resting on the carpeted floor.

She giggled in response to that. “Yah, and whose fault is that?” she said, lightly flicking my forehead.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” I said, turning my head to look at her and pout.

“You’re right,” she said, patting my head again, “It’s Tiffany’s fault, isn’t it?”

“I mean, you were basically begging for it, weren’t you?” Tiffany chimed in from underneath both of us.

Taeyeon mouthed to me the words ‘tonight’, motioning at Tiffany before responding, “I wasn’t asking for it to be this intense, though.”

“Oh well, you still liked it, didn’t you?” Tiffany asked. I could hear from a soft, but sharp slapping sound that Tiffany slapped Taeyeon’s ass after her accusation.

“Yeah,” Taeyeon responded lazily, leaning her head onto Tiffany’s shoulder.

“By the way, you guys didn’t happen to spike my food with something, did you?” I asked, still too lazy to bother moving from my current position.

“Well it’s a good thing we did, because you seemed like you weren’t ready for sex at all,” Tiffany noted.

After a few minutes, the three of us regained enough strength to get up, cleaning the sex toys before putting them away.

“Tomorrow, I think we should use the pool,” Tiffany said, walking towards the stairs.

“Meet up at 1:30 right outside her room, ok? I’ll get the toys,” Taeyeon whispered to me.

“What do you two think?”

Tiffany turned around, but by that time, we had already straightened ourselves up. “Yeah, that sounds good,” Taeyeon said.

Later that night, at around 1:30 AM, I got up out of my bed and carefully walked out of my room.

But before I even reached my door, I felt a pair of hands grab my arms. Before I could even react, another pair grabbed my legs and together, they hoisted me up.

I squealed as I felt myself carried and dumped back onto my bed.

“Taeyeon? Tiffany?” I asked as I felt another body join the bed with me. The blinds to my room were suddenly opened, allowing the moonlight to pour in.

There Tiffany was, straddling my waist with her knees, absolutely stunning in her beauty as the moonlight perfectly curved around her boobs and ass, accenting her already sinfully sexy body even more. “Taeyeon, what…?” I said, looking over at Taeyeon.

Seeing her absolutely stunned me as well. The way the moonlight hit her body, softly curving around her breasts and illuminating her smooth, milky-white skin, and the way a single strand of hair fell loose, casting a single shadow on her otherwise flawless face was a simply breathtaking sight.

“Sorry, but the idea of ganging up on you just seemed much more appealing to me,” she said, smiling innocently. I pouted, Taeyeon simply responding by letting out a chuckle.

My legs were gently resting against Tiffany’s, spread open enough to allow Tiffany’s fingers easy access. Tiffany seized the opportunity and lowered herself onto me, capturing my lips for her own while using her right hand to tease my entrance.

“Mmm,” I sighed in contentment, feeling a wave of pleasure course through me.

I borrowed Taeyeon’s razor to shave my pubic hair before heading to bed, which only allowed Tiffany easier access to my pussy lips. Every time she used her thumb to flick my clit, I moaned loudly and bucked my hips, causing the bed to emit a rattling sound.

After a few minutes of Tiffany’s ministrations, I felt myself leak with my juices, staining the area around my labia lips and inner thighs with the wet substance. Tiffany broke our lip lock and retracted her finger, saying, “Your turn Taeyeon.”

I turned my head curiously towards the window, but didn’t find Taeyeon there. Confused, I looked to the other side and gasped, feeling my eyes widen with shock.

Attached to Taeyeon was the thickest, longest dildo I’ve ever seen; it was a purple strap-on dildo almost 2.5 inches in diameter and probably at least 8 inches in length. Seeing that monster of a dildo caused a swirl of emotions to rise up inside of me; fear, anxiety, and nervousness with hints of excitement and wonder.

“Come here,” Taeyeon said, making a ‘come-hither’ motion with her fingers. I obeyed, climbing off the bed and walked towards Taeyeon.

As soon as I got within her range, she pulled me towards her. I squealed as I tumbled into her arms, but by the time I found my footing, Taeyeon’s hands were already parting my butt cheeks.

“W-Will that even fit inside me?” I asked nervously, feeling the rubber tip poke at my entrance.

“One way to find out,” she said, plunging it into me.

“UUGGH,” I groaned, feeling the rubber shaft push my pussy lips wide open, stretching its walls, slowly but surely sliding up and further into my vagina.

After about half a minute, Taeyeon stopped, letting me adjust to the size before pulling out a bit and immediately thrusting back up.

“FUCK!” I screamed, once again feeling the sex toy pushed further up my core.

“God you’re so fucking tight, Sica-yah,” Taeyeon said in a strained voice, gripping my hips tightly.

“Taeyeon, I’m ready,” I heard Tiffany from behind me.

No, no way can I take any more, this is already the biggest thing I’ve ever taken, I thought anxiously as Taeyeon carefully guided the both of us onto the ground, making sure to keep the dildo inside of me.

“It’ll feel amazing, I promise,” Taeyeon whispered as soon as she was laying flat on the floor with me on top of her, facing her.

I had my hands planted on either side of Taeyeon’s head, as laying completely against her would probably become uncomfortable. “Fany, you can start lubing her up as I finish this,” she said, bringing her hands down to our connection and carefully rubbing my labia lips.

“Aah,” I groaned, feeling a mixture of pleasure from Taeyeon’s hands, anxiety from the dildo that was plugging my vaginal canal, and pain as my pussy worked overtime to try and accommodate the fake cock.

A few seconds later, I felt a strangely cool, yet incredibly smooth substance make contact with my love hole. “Aah—aah,” I gasped, feeling Tiffany’s finger, coated with the substance, enter the smaller hole.

“Ssh, don’t worry about that,” Taeyeon cooed, patting my butt cheeks. “Just focus on one thing at a time,” she told me, returning her fingers to my spread out pussy lips.

I shuddered as I felt her fingers once again make contact with the sensitive skin.

“I-It’s too big…” I whimpered, wincing as I felt my vaginal walls continue to tightly hug the rubber member. “Taeyeon-ah, I—I—ah!”

I let out another moan as the dildo forced itself just a bit further inside of me.

“You’re doing great, princess,” Taeyeon said, kissing my cheek. Her gentle words seemed a bit paradoxical, given the fact that she was currently forcing a monster of a dildo inside of me.

“Huhhh … huhhh,” I panted heavily, wincing every time Taeyeon forced the dildo further. After a couple of minutes, I had finally taken in the whole thing as signified by my ass making contact with Taeyeon’s waist.

“Good girl. You did really well, my princess,” Taeyeon complimented me again, rubbing my butt cheeks and giving them a couple of affectionate pats.

By that point, the pain had started to fade away and pleasure had started to take over. I could feel a strange tension in my lower parts as my pussy walls hugged the enormous fake dick tightly; honestly, it was hard to believe that the monster of a dildo was actually inside of me.

“Jessi, this is not going to hurt, ok?” I suddenly heard Tiffany say. I knew what she was talking about when I felt the tip off the pseudo-cock prod at my anus; I instantly felt myself tense up a bit, feeling my vaginal walls grip Taeyeon’s dildo even more tightly

“Jessi, it’s ok, I’ve lubricated both you ass and the dildo. I promise it won’t hurt if you just trust me and relax, ok?” Tiffany reassured me, patting my butt cheeks.

I took a deep breath and nodded; it was a little challenging to relax with my pussy filled to the brim with Taeyeon’s dildo, but after about a minute, I managed to relax myself enough to give Tiffany permission to enter my other hole.

I involuntarily gasped as I felt the slick rubber tip of Tiffany’s strap-on prod at my second entrance, and without even a warning, Tiffany slid the second cock into my backdoor.

“Uuggh,” I let out a drawn-out moan as I felt Tiffany’s dildo slide into my anus. I could feel the toy slowly sliding along the walls of my anus until it finally accommodated the whole thing.

Almost as soon as that happened, they both started thrusting.

“AAH! OH, FUCK!” I screamed, feeling myself shake both in response to their thrusts and to the waves of pleasure flowing through my body. “OH MY GOD, FUCK—fuck I feel so full,” I said, panting heavily. “Fuck, I’m such a slut for enjoying this,” I breathed out.

It was like I lost control of my body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. I was merciless as the two of them fucked me over and over in harmony; as Taeyeon pulled back, Tiffany would thrust, and as she would pull back, Taeyeon would thrust.

I eventually found Taeyeon’s lips and hastily met them, sloppily yet passionately kissing her.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like this Jess,” Tiffany said, slapping my butt and giving my clit a pinch.

I squealed against Taeyeon’s lips in response, feeling myself convulse as I felt my impending orgasm oncoming.

“Seeing you getting mercilessly fucked in both holes at the same time is so fucking sexy,” Tiffany continued, saying her words in an almost predatory fashion, “Just watching our dicks pounding you is almost enough to make me cum,” she continued, giving my clit another pinch.

I let out another high-pitched squeal, feeling myself convulse once again; my orgasm rocked my body, causing me to spasm against Taeyeon.

After I had finished riding out my orgasm, Taeyeon released the lip lock and brought her hands up to my boobs, leading one into her mouth while massaging the other. Tiffany took the liberty to use one hand to massage my butt cheeks and rub my clit while the other gripped my head. I felt my head turn and almost immediately after leaving Taeyeon’s lip lock, I felt Tiffany’s capture me.

 The room was soon filled with nothing but my incessant moans, grunts from the other two as they continuously fucked me, and the occasional slap from contact between my ass and their waist.

It didn’t seem to take long at all before I felt my second orgasm coming. I mumbled against Tiffany’s lips to relay the message to her, who seemed to receive it well as she responded to this by using her hand solely to rub my clit.

About a minute later, the sensation overwhelmed me as I felt the tension suddenly release. “AAH!” I broke the kiss to let out a scream as my second orgasm rock my body.

After about a minute, when my body finally subsided, I felt myself drained of energy once again, collapsing onto Taeyeon.

“You did so well Jessica,” Taeyeon said, patting my head.

“Mm,” I groaned in response, trying my best to catch my breath.

The two eventually retracted their dildos from inside of me. I let out a heavy sigh as they unstopped my pussy, causing me to shudder slightly as a bit more of my juices trickled out of it.

They carefully put me onto the bed, laying me on the side so that I was facing away from the window, making sure to place the covers on top of me before tackling each other. It didn’t take them long to get into a 69 position with Tiffany on the floor.

After a few minutes of hearing nothing but licking sounds, muffled moans, shuffling, and eventually the ecstatic screams, signaling the climax of the two, I eventually felt another weight onto the bed.

“Put this on, Jessi,” Tiffany said, securing the harness for yet another strap on for me. I didn’t complain, mostly because I didn’t have the strength to, and let the pseudo-cock hang from my crotch.

I heard a short groan followed by the slick sound of another vagina being penetrated. I opened my eyes to see Taeyeon crawl into bed in front of me. When we made eye contact, she smiled warmly, patting my shoulders. “Good job Jessi, we were really impressed with you today,” she said, turning around so that her back was facing me.

I chuckled. “Thanks,” I said, not even noticing Taeyeon grabbing my dildo until it made contact with her butt cheeks.

“Ah, can you help me a bit?” Taeyeon asked, turning her head around to look at me. “Can you just guide it?”

“What? Why?” I asked. However, my question was very soon answer as I felt another weight on behind me. Assuming it was Tiffany, I turned around my head to look just in time to see her crawl underneath the blanket. “Tiff?”

She didn’t answer me, instead spreading my butt cheeks and sliding what was probably one of those two-sided strap-ons back inside of me. “Ah—uugh,” I moaned, feeling my pussy lips being parted once again, the shaft sliding back inside of me.

“We just wanted to test this out. Go ahead and put your strap on inside of Taeyeon and then we’ll sleep,” she said.

I winced as the strap on shifted inside of me while Tiffany situated herself, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her boobs into my back, and settling her head into the crook of my neck.

I acquiesced, using my hands to grab the shaft before carefully parting Taeyeon’s labia lips with the sex toy, pushing it until it was completely buried inside of her.

Taeyeon let out a contented sigh as I wrapped my arms around her waist, wrapping my legs around hers and resting my head on the pillow, blanketed by Taeyeon’s silky, sweet smelling hair.

“Good night,” Taeyeon said, covering my hands with her own.

“Good night,” the two of us chimed in response. And for the first time that night, the house fell into a silence as we all drifted to sleep.

Tbh, I technically do have a part 3 in drafts, but it's been in my drafts for like 8 years xD if I feel so compelled, I may go back to it :D

[madame-fear]

Hello, Amira! Hope you are okay 🫶🏻 Since you opened your requests again, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see you give life to my ideas hahaha.

Here it goes: Lucerys survives the attack in the end of episode 10. Luke is found unconscious at the sea by a commoner reader and she takes care of him. She doesn’t know he is a prince, until he tells her. Luke stays in her house until he is healed, which makes them grow close to eachother and eventually fall in love. But one day, he decides it’s time for him to return to his family and duties. Reader respects his decision, but she can’t help but feel sad at his departure. Years later, when Lucerys is 19 and has already become Lord of Driftmark, he comes back for her and makes a proposition: for her to join him and be his Lady of The Tides.

Sorry if it’s too long.

*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒. .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : Ju, I literally love all of your requests !! They always motivate me and keep me eager to write ahh 💕💕 Hope you enjoy this sweet love, and it was what you expected !! — summary : request. — word count : 11.0k (longest so far!)

— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x commoner!reader — genre : fluff.

Thin trails of dark crimson leisurely blended into the transparency of the continously moving tides, coming from all the visible open wounds from the body of the unconscious young Prince. From the skies was heard a wailing sound, accompanied by the faint sounds of a flapping motion. It came from a small flying beast; a wounded dragon.

More especifically, it was the wounded Prince’s dragon; being as harmed as his rider was. The current of the vast sea delicately carried his body along the sea waves, the brightly shining sunrays hitting against his face, and reflecting upon the tides.

His body was carried to the coast of a small village, leaving it there, remaining unconscious. A rather tranquil one, where only the faint squeak of seagulls and the waves clashing against the rocks in the sand was heard. And you happened to be taking a scroll on the coast.

It was a hobby of yours, to peacefully walk around the coast to invade yourself only with your thoughts, and carry your basket hanging loose from your arm moving along the rhythm of your steps, using it to collect conchshells and precious rocks you found. The traces you left on the sand were all rapidly washed away by the waves reaching the coast, but not that you focused on such thing.

From afar as you continued with your quiet stroll, you noticed the body of a young boy thrown across the coast. He seemed unconscious, as the waves continued to hit against his already wet body. Being concerned for a strange young man abruptly appearing at the coast of your village, you quickened your footsteps, practically running, and decided to approach the boy.

Reaching his body, your body fell to the ground on it’s knee with a soft, smooth movement. You dropped the basket by your side, and decided to tenderly take hold of his head, placing it on your lap as you scanned his face dedicately. He was badly injured; his face was bleeding with several scars, and other bleeding wounds across his arms, legs, and chest, which were visible as parts of his clothing had been ripped.

But he was still alive. You noticed his chest very faintly rising and descending. “Hello? Can you hear me?” you inquired, beginning to softlt shake his body to bring him into reality. The bright sunrays that hit on his face seemed to highlight his features, and he was rather adorable.

With a slow motion of frowning eyebrows, his eyes became a little bit more tightly shut as he regained consciousness. His body felt like a heavy burden, his injuries were a sharp pain, and his head was aching and throbbing. A little groan rolled from his lips, opening his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, adjusting his blurry visions to the sight and the bright skies. With a lazy movement, he moved his sight to stare into your eyes. He was placed on your lap.

Even if his sight was blurried and dizzy, he could tell you were a rather beautiful girl, with delicate features. “What happened? Are you alright?” you continued to question, with small hope that the boy could enlighten you with some information. His lips were partly open, mumbling whispered nonsense before he formed something coherent. Or slightly coherent, at least.

“Arrax, I need him...” was all he managed to respond with a raspy tone. His head on your lap became heavier, as his eyes fluttered shut once again and fell back into being unconscious on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his answer, but were more than determined to take good care of the young, enigmatic boy.

Lucerys fluttered his eyes open. It felt as if he had been sleeping for hours, but much worse. His head continued to frustrate him with a discomforting headache, and a body that shivered with slight cold and pain.

But, as he opened his eyes very softly, he noticed he had been taken inside a small, cozy chamber. Lucerys laid on a comfortable bed, and his body was covered with two long furry blankets up to his neck that kept him warm. Seven Hells, even his clothing had been changed into another one. It seemed that someone had changed him into night clothing.

As Luke shifted on his place trying to take notion of where he had been taken, a small whine rolled from his lips from the pain of his afflicting headache; but that was merely all he felt, as he noticed the rest of his wounds were patched, and even had got some bandage for the worst injuries around his arms and legs.

“Ah! It seem you are already awake.” lucerys turned his head to where the tenderly-sounding femenine voice came from, being yours. You sat by his side on a wooden chair, with a large book being placed on your lap, offering him a warming smile. “How are you feeling? I just had some herbal tea prepared for you when you for when you woke up.”

Standing from your seat, you quickly took hold of the little pot where you kept boiling water, pouring it inside a small cup that contained a teabag full of healing herbs you collected from around your village. Cautiously, you walked up to him, approaching him the tea. “Drink this, it contains healing herbs. They will help you heal your wounds better.” lucerys took hold of the cup you extended to him, flashing you a sheepishly weak grin.

“T-Thank you.” he muttered weakly, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip from it. Not that it tasted like the best excellency of teas, but for some strange motive not even himself could understand, he wholeheartedly trusted your words regarding the way they would make him feel better. “M-My head still aches heavily, as well as my body...” lucerys explained, with his hazel eyes dreamily gazing into your own. “May I ask, who are you?”

His question never had the idea to sound impolite to you, and of course, you understood the reason why he would inquire for your name. “My name is (y/n). I found you unconscious on the coast terribly injured, so with some help I took you inside my home, and took care of your wounds.” you answered, offering him a kind smile that made his heart shyly flutter. “May I know yours? Do you remember what happened to you?”

“I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.” your eyes widened, having been completely unaware that you hosted and took care of a Prince, who was none other than Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s son as far as you knew. Of course, you were going to be as respectful and careful as you could with him, but such fact had made you feel off. Not in a bad way, thought, rather pleasantly surprised.

His gaze wandered around your bedroom, trying to recall what had happened before he woke up in your bed. Lucerys was well aware he had been in Storm’s End, running away from his uncle Aemond, but not what happened after that. Softly, he flinched his gaze in pain. Any memory he tried to have, worsened his headache.

“I... Can’t remember, m-my Lady. I remember being on Storm’s End, but not what happened.” you had a brief idea about House Baratheon and Storm’s End, pressuming he must have been there for political alliances, or anything related. Swiftly he passed his tongue through his lips, before speaking up rather weakly again. “Have you seen a small dragon around, the moment you found me, m-my Lady?”

Of course, Luke knew you surely had never seen a dragon in person, perhaps had a bit of knowledge about them, and especially would know any less if he had mentioned the name Arrax. You had read about Targaryens and their dragons, but you were clueless about whether or not there was a dragon flying around the moment you had found him unconscious. Lucerys had been your top priority, and still was, but the young future Lord was more than notoriously preoccupied for the wellbeing his dragon companion.

“I apologise, my Prince, I-I do not recall having seen a dragon,” you explained anxiously, and rather timidly. “I... Was truly concerned for your wellbeing. But perhaps if you give me a description of the dragon, I may be able to stay aware?” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips at your proposal. He nodded.

“That would be very much apprecuated, my Lady. Arrax is a small dragon, pearly coloured and with amber eyes.” you took mental note of the dragon’s description, kindly giving him a single nod with your head.

“Understood, my Prince. You should rest, for now. Do you need anything else?” as you walked towards the door to leave, you gave him one last look. It was nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him, he had such beautiful features and an adorable little expression despite being in pain. Unbeknownst to you, he felt slightly flustered of sharing the same opinion you had on him, but with you.

Slightly, he shook his head. “No, my Lady, thank you.” politely you kept your smile towards him, nodding as you swiftly opened the door and, as you had began to leave, he called back for you. “Wait, (y/n)!” his voice was still a bit quiet, but enough for you to hear him. Especially in your room, where there was nobody but the two of you. “Yes, my Prince?” you asked back.

There were a few moments of silence in between the two of you that felt like everlong. You kindly awaited for him, noticing he struggled to say what he had to say before you left him to rest in your bed. Not because he was embarrassed of it, or disliked the idea of what he had to tell you, but strangely enough... His heart had little butterflies flapping their wings at the mere sight of you. His cheeks turned crimson, as he licked his lips rapidly and discreetly.

“I don’t think I could ever thank you enougn, or possibly repay your kindkess, my Lady. I owe you my life.” he mumbled, timidly.

Your own cheeks mimicked his, as some slight chuckles spurred from your lips delightfully. Oh, he charmed you right away with that sweet nature of his; very humble, and delicate. “Don’t, my Prince. You have nothing to thank me for.” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes. They stared at you lovestruck, like a little lost puppy mesmerised.

“Call for me whenever you need me.” curtsying down to him as you stood by the door of your quarters, you then quickly left and softly closed the door behind of you. Fortunately, he couldn’t see you as you had closed the door, but you had stood there for a few long minutes, gushing over how preciously adoring he was with you already. But you knew, it couldn’t be. Not yet, and most obviously, not ever.

The course of several moons had passed. Prince Lucerys had remained with you and agreed to stay with you until he had fully healed from all the injuries caused at Storm’s End provoked, as he told you, by none other than one of his uncles.

Over the course of the passing time, you bonded better than you could have ever bonded with anyone else. Even if he had slight difficulty walking, Luke often offered himself to help you cooking for the two of you, even if you had to guide him through the way and occasionally he accidentally burned food - but you shared nice evenings together. You spoke of your lives, your cultures, the thoughts in common you had, you taught him about how healing with plants and herbs worked; Seven Hells, he even helped you bond with his dragon Arrax as soon as the young dragon returned in search for his owner, overcoming your fear for the large beasts, and having the sweetest relationship with Arrax just like you had with Lucerys.

There was something about the way he was so ever gentle and delicate with you that swooped you right off your feet, for example when he took you to walk around the gardens of your home and offered you his arm for you to take, and how he cuddled with you whenever you felt too cold and he was warm. Or, when he gifted you a pretty flower that bloomed in your gardens, and silently stared at you in awe of your grace.

The young Prince was simply a delight you couldn’t resist. As much as you felt off admiting it, you were head over heels for Lucerys. And he felt the same towards you.

His dragon laid on the sand of the same beach where you had found his rider. Both of your backs were laying against the dragon’s body, resting silently and caressing delicately his pearly scales. The brightly shining sun was slowly disappearing into the sky, leaving across the mixed tints of vivid orange and some faint shades of pink. The bright light hit your faces, but you enjoyed the peaceful moment you spent with the Prince, listening to the splashing sounds of the ocean waves hitting against the rocks and shells of the shore.

“It’s delightful, is it not?” he spoke, in a cooing tone, making you crane your head towards him as you snapped out of your thoughts. His own smile made your lips quiver into a similar grin as well. “It is, Luke. I often come reading or doing patchwork here at this hour, because no one can bother me.” you had the luck of being able to call him by his nickname. And, he for sure did enjoy hearing the way your tongue rolled off his name so smoothly. The young Prince often spend nights with the way your voice said his name echoing on his mind.

A hint of concern was on his expression as you responded to his question. Luke had been quieter than he usually was around you, and there was a certain atmosphere on tension with him. Maybe even nervous, but you hadn’t asked, so you weren’t entirely certain of his causes for concern, and behaving in such strange way. Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head to your side ever so slightly, you decided you should ask. “Are you alright, Luke?” you spoke, muttering nearly. “I have noticed you seem... Nervous? Concerned, perhaps?”

His fingers fidgeted, resting his hand on his lap as both of you laid against Arrax, whom rested. No one had to see him, knowing how commoners were even if you were hosting no other than a Targaryen Prince himself, but luckily for you it was rare for someone else to wander around the beach at such hour. A soft sigh escaped from his lips, lingering his sight rather reluctanctly on the ground, not being able to manage staring into your eyes. “It’s just...” a brief moment of silence was awkwardly growing, “But I am nearly fully healed, (y/n). I believe it would be best to return home and continue preparing myself to inherit Driftmark. I wouldn’t wish for mother to be preoccupied, or saddened as well.”

In a way, hearing those words come from him, felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water to you. It felt as if the atmosphere and the world surrounding you faded away, stopping it’s natural course. A deeply, harrowing sensation burdened you on your chest, as you had grown tenderly close to the Velaryon Prince. “I see.” was all you simply responded, a bit bitterly.

You knew the day would come. The day where he would have to return back to his family, amidst the war. You had mentally prepared yourself for it, but you were not ready to let go of him just yet. Though, you understood. You never wished to be selfish, and being on his mother’s position, you pressumed she must have been dealing with a great deal of anguish about her son’s probable death on Storm’s End. “I know, Luke, don’t worry.” one of your hands shyly went to take his own, squeezing it rather lightly to offer him some comfort. His hazel eyes were fixed on your own, a bit dumbfounded at the feeling of your warm, velvety skin when you held hands simply to reassure him.

“You should await for a few days until you’re fully healed, though. In the meantime, we could prepare for your departure so you can return back home safely.” despite being weary of being the next heir of Driftmark, Lucerys knew what duties he had to fulfill, and not that he could forever escape from them, either way.

Much like you, the young Prince felt a rather uncomfortable pressure tightening his chest, as well as a small knot that formed on his throat noticing your clear disappointment. He wished he could spend more time with you and cling to you like a lost little puppy, rather than just a few days that would obviously be spent being miserable and with a gloomy atmosphere, knowing that soon he’d return back to Dragonstone.

But, deep inside, Luke had already promised to himself that he would not just leave your side forever. He had to be with you, no matter how long he’d have to wait until he was almost fully an adult. It would be a few years, but either way... He would find his way back to you.

Several years had passed since the young Prince, Lucerys Velaryon, had been taken into your care when you had found his unconscious body being dragged by the seawaves to the beach shore.

The memory of your last day together still bitterly lingered. You could still feel the warmth from his body, and how tightly he had pressed your body against his own in your last embrace as if it had been just yesterday. The way his green eyes shone whether the sun, or the moon reflected their light upon them. Every inch of his beauteous features, you remembered them vividly. The Prince had promised he would return to you, and occasionally visit you; and even if you were keen in trusting his word, a deep part of you felt as if it was clinging to hopeless fantasy.

You could even remember crying your eyes out for the entirety of the day, not long after you stood in the beach for a few minutes, observing Arrax fly away, until you could no longer see them, and their presences vanished away amidst the clouds. The next days after his departure, you could not stop thinking about him for a single moment. The days felt grey and a burden to you, but you knew you would have to carry on.

It was something so temporary, you doubted whether taking care of him was a blessing or a curse. In one way, a blessing because you had never felt so deeply enamoured by a boy, and more joyful in your life. And a curse, on the other side, because you would have to live knowing it was simply something brief; not knowing if you would have the chance to feel his warmth against you ever again, or even, if he remembered you.

Quietly maneuvering the needles in your hands, you worked on some patchwork. You sat in a wooden chair outside your home, right at the door, allowing the cool windy breeze smoothly sway strands of your hair, delicately hitting against your face. As silent and peaceful as it was, the atmosphere remained with a lonely aura. The same lonely, empty aura remained ever since Lucerys left. While your eyes attentively lingered on the patchwork you sewed, you kept thinking about the Prince.

Abruptly, as if a sudden impulse inside of you forced your actions, your gaze moved upwards towards the sky. The bright light blue colour was leisurely fading away as the sun vanished, leaving place for rich orange tones and light pink shades to be smeared all over the sight, with the sunrays reflecting down onto the seawaves.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you noticed from afar a slightly large figure... flying? It seemed as if a large beast flew above the sea, fluttering it’s wings intensely. The closer the flying beast approached the seashore, the better you could notice it was a dragon being ridden by someone towards you. But it wasn’t any dragon — which was already rare enough to see for you —, but rather, it was none other than Arrax himself.

Blinking several times, your heart began violently pounding against your chest. Could it be, or could it be just the anguish taking a toll on your body, to the point it made you see things that were never there? But no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you were simply imagining things in the span of a few minutes, the more vivid the sight of Arrax with Lucerys on top of him became.

Lucerys was just like you remembered, and it seemed his baby face remained with him. His green eyes were as bright and vivid as ever, with delightful dark, messy curls that had grown larger than last time you had seen him. Though, despite his baby face still living with him, it was notorious he had grown up into a handsome, young man.

Standing from your chair, practically tossing the patchwork aside, the dragon landed on the ground. A wave of dusty sand was spurred into the air as the dragon landed; Arrax had grown up along his rider. And the young Prince — now Lord — was notoriously more than eager to meet you after a long time, having missed that precious face of yours he so adored.

Whilst you ran towards them, Lucerys got off of Arraxes’ back. “Luke!” you shouted, as some giggles escaped from your lips. Your wide, toothy grin couldn’t help but br contagious to Lucerys, as he vastly opened his arms to receive an embrace from you. Without a doubt, rather than giving him am embrace, you threw your entire body on top of him, having Lucerys catch you in the air, as he giggled along you.

Both of you nearly stumbled to the ground as your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist. Discreetly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, iinhaling his sweet boyish scent that never failed to bring you a comforting sensation.

“Oh, how have I missed you, Lucerys.” being spinned around playfully and leisurely in the place by Luke, you simply allowed your body to relax in his presence. All the gloom you had once felt, was abruptly vanished from the ambience the second you fell into his arms again. It felt as if you had been given life again. “I was afraid I would not see you again.” you confessed a bit mindlessly, as if the words escaped from your lips subconsciously.

Slowly, your feet went back to being placed on the ground, releasing a soft huff when you released him from your tight embrace. Either way, Lucerys felt as if he could never stop a single second from touching you, as one of hia gloved hands was placed on your waist, and the other one tenderly cupped your cheek adoringly. Gods, he craved to touch you. After many years, it was nearly like a dream to have you in front of him again, so lively and sweet as always.

“But I kept my promise, have I not?” he teased, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner. “You have, yes. Lucky you’re different than most boys.” a small chuckle escaped from his lips, making his eyes twinkle in the process. And your eyes amorously gawked upon his features, as if you could melt from love right at that moment.

“You remained the same as always. You have no idea how badly I missed you.” at the last words, his voice dropped very slightly, tilting his head to his side discreetly to tenderly appreciate you. You had grown up as well into a proper, ravishing woman. “I have so many things to tell you, from the moment after I left. But now, I came in a bit of a hurry, you might say.”

At his words, your eyebrows were raised with curiousity, attentively awaiting to hear whatever thing he had to say. “Hurry?” you inquired, “Is something the matter?” immediatly, Lucerys shook his head. “Nothing too serious, but rather, important.” his eyes lingered timidly the ground for a few seconds, as the hand that cupped your cheek descended to your own hand, delicately holding it. A faint rosy tint began forming on his cheeks.

“I’ve finally become Lord of Driftmark, as I have come to age.” he began explaining, nibbling his lower lip briefly, in a discreet manner. As his sight was raised to stare at you, his heart nervously beat against his chest noticing your kind stare fixed on him. “And... Mother has been looking to betroth me to someone who could be... m-my future Lady of the Tides.” some stutter escaped from him rather sheepishly, having to force yourself to hold back a smile.

Though, your heart, much like his own, as well was beating rather rapidly expectantly. “And, at that time, I could not help b-but... Think of... you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, partly beginning to open your lips to respond. It was a shock, but it was rather a pleasant shock — he could not be serious, you felt as if you actually misheard him. “You have taken such care of me, that you have no idea how comforting that was when I was far from my own home,” he briefly continued speaking, a bit stumbling around his words shyly. “You’ve been more than sweet, and gentle with me. You truly have no idea how badly I missed the way you played with my hair, the way you laugh, stared at me when we talked...”

His gaze was never setting anywhere else, it simply wandered on the ground anxiously, feeling as exposed as he could ever be from expressing his true feelings. The previous faint rosy tint became in a notorious crimson colour, smeared all over his face. “I-I missed your warmth, I missed everything about you, b-but... Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to—”

Unexpectedly, one of your hands cupped his cheek while the other pulled the collar of his clothing to bring him closer to you, and tiptoeing, you tilted your head to a side to press your lips against his own, kissing him rather freeingly. His lips were plushy enough for you to nibble on, if you wished. You could savour his sweetness, and the feeling of remaining with your lips locked together increased with every second that passed.

His green eyes had widened in surprise, initially, but then, his eyes began leisurely fluttering shut, melting into your own taste as his arms were wrapped around your waist, firmly holding you against him. An overwhelming feeling of excitement tightened his chest, feeling a small curve form upwards on the corner of his lips in between the kiss.

Though you had to pull for air, you remained close enough for your lips to be merely inches away, grasping against one another tenderly. The slight panting that came from both of you hit against your skins, desiring to remain that way and keep kissing for the entirety of the day, if you could. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable, Lucerys.” you whispered, smiling against his lips.

“Take me with you, my Lord.”

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[djarincore]

Drawings

summary: You buy Grogu art supplies.

word count: 678

tags: pure fluff, gn!reader, crayons exist in the sw universe bc i said so

a/n: part of my 500 words a day series. the letter is D for drawings!

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The brand-new Nevarro marketplace was bustling with vibrant life. You swept through the crowd with Grogu in your arms, looking for things that would brighten up your new home. On your way to the florist, a smaller stall filled with art supplies caught your eye. 

After being on the run for so long, it would be nice for Grogu to get to be a child for once and do normal childlike activities. You and Din already enrolled him in the local school and the supplies would be useful as well. You looked over the many different mediums laid out on the table. 

“Do you want to try watercolors or crayons, Grogu? Or maybe acrylics?” You tapped your chin. His babble did not offer much help for your indecision, but you came to a decision soon enough. 

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“I’m home!” You announced, balancing a bouquet of red and yellow flowers in one arm along with a bag filled to the brim with half the art supply stall and Grogu in the other. You made your way to the kitchen and set him down on his high chair. 

Din appeared from the bedroom, helmet-free, and rushed to take the overflowing flowers from you. “I could have helped you carry all this.”

“We could handle it.” You turned to Grogu, setting down the bag of art supplies in front of him. “Right, sweetheart?”

“What are these?” Din peeked inside the bag and pulled out a pan of watercolors. He inspected the box as if he’d never seen them before. You supposed being brought up under the Creed and being a bounty hunter most of his life didn’t allow time for leisurely activities like coloring. Maybe arts and crafts would be good for both boys. 

“For Grogu, figured it’d be a nice little hobby for him.” You took out the stack of papers you bought and the rest of the supplies, laying it all out on the table for Grogu to choose from. He grabbed for a silver marker, fumbling with it a bit, teething on the cap. You helped him uncap it and drew a simple circle. “See? You can draw with it.” 

When you placed the marker back in his hand, he recreated your circle, a bit lopsided and wobbly. You clapped your hands and cheered, “Perfect! Good job, bug.” 

He let out a cheerful giggle and continued dragging the marker across the page in random directions. 

Din chuckled. “He’ll be an artist in no time.”

The two of you got to work preparing dinner, leaving Grogu to continue drawing at the table. You would occasionally glance back at his artwork, seeing the new colors he was using and attempting to decipher what he was drawing. Din guessed it was a mountain and you chose a tree.

By the time you were setting the table, he’d gone through several sheets of paper, filled with various scribbles and colors. 

You plucked the marker from his hand and shook your head when he whined. “You’ll get to draw after dinner.”

Neither of you would have imagined the monster you created by giving him art supplies. He drew day and night, changing mediums and improving by the day. You and Din would sit and draw with him whenever you were free, praising each abstract doodle and painting. But, his paper supply was running thin and you were planning to take a trip to the market again. 

“Hey!” 

You poked your head into the living room to find Din crouched by the front door, running his finger across a blob of green marker colored onto the wall. As you approached, you realized it was not just a blob, but a head with two long ears sticking out. On either side of the head was another drawing that looked suspiciously like Din’s helmet and your face. 

“A family portrait?” You mused, a proud smile forming on your lips as you crouched beside the two. You picked up a red marker and uncapped it to draw a large heart around the three heads. 

“Hm,” Din hummed, “Perfect.”

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[dawn-moths]

"40 — Love"

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(After watching Nanami and Gojo’s tennis matches for so long, you decide you want to try your hand at the game. Luckily, you just so happen to have access to the perfect teacher.)

disclaimer/content warning: nothing explicit but still some suggestive content, minors please dni! set in my i’ll be your angel au (sugar daddy nanami), use of the word “daddy”, reader is called “angel, baby, sweetheart, princess”, size difference, jealous gojo satoru. 

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The early summer’s evening sun beat down against the tennis court, the first gentle shades of what would eventually morph into a blazing sunset blanketing over you from where you lounged beneath the partial shade of an umbrella, the diamonds studding your ears and wrapped around your wrist winking in the soft amber light. Every movement you made caught Nanami’s eye, little glittering flashes of the newest jewels he’d gifted you distracting him like a magpie eagerly searching for a fresh sparkling trinket.

But he kept forcing himself to avert his gaze, umber eyes hidden beneath the lenses of his sunglasses as he trained his stare on his opponent. Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was somewhat reveling in Nanami’s distraction. Perhaps now he might actually stand a chance at scoring a point against the blonde.

Satoru figured it would be hard for him to take his own eyes off of you, if you’d been visible from his side of the court. But, as was Nanami’s preference, Gojo’s back was facing you, though that still didn’t do much to stop him from trying to show off. If anything, it only encouraged him. Just a single glimpse of you in your sporty little baby blue skirt and crop top, the clothing hugging your sunkissed curves so deliciously it nearly had Satoru salivating despite the dryness his mouth had earned from all the recent exertion, it was enough to inspire him to give it his all on the court today, that was for certain.

Not that he ever took it easy when competing against Nanami, whether you were present or not.

And while Gojo excelled at plenty of other skills, Nanami Kento was a force to be reckoned with when there was a racket in his hands.

As Nanami sent the ball zooming past Satoru once again, earning himself another point (they weren’t keeping score, Nanami had said, just practicing, letting off some steam at the end of a long and busy day, but you’d secretly been keeping track the entire time, and so far, your Daddy was undeniably undefeated) you let out a cheer.

Nanami flicked his gaze over to you and gave a confident smirk and a thumbs up. No wonder he always won. He had the best good luck charm any man could ask for. And if Gojo thought blue was his color, today, it seemed, the shade belonged to Nanami through and through. He swept his gaze along your form, tracing from the big velvet scrunchie secured around your high ponytail all the way down to your pristine white sneakers.

He knew your favorite thing about joining your Daddy on his athletic activities was, of course, the cute outfits you got to model for him. And his favorite part, other than getting the chance to admire his favorite little cheerleader in between matches, was the fact that he’d get to take each and every article of clothing off of you later that night.

In the past, you’d participated alongside Nanami in some of his favorite physical hobbies— like golf or swimming or, like today, tennis— trying so hard to keep up with his speed and his strength and his skill. And weren’t you just so precious, thinking you could even come close to matching him? Because you couldn’t compete with him even if you wanted to. No one— not even Satoru— was a match for Nanami’s powerful tennis stroke.

You’d spent several afternoons as of late serving as a spectator, watching them play while you sat under your private little veil of shade and sipped pink lemonade, idly attempting to read through a book. But the thing about Nanami and Satoru’s tennis matches was, once the grunting and the sweat and the competition really began, you couldn’t focus on anything else. Couldn’t take your eyes off them, cold drink and paperback fiction all but forgotten as you sat up in your lounge chair, practically on the edge of your seat, leaning in as you peered over the delicate frames of your heart shaped sunglasses to watch them racing across the green top.

“Nice one!” Gojo called across to his casual-partner-turned-brutal-opponent as Nanami sent the ball back over the net in a clean, controlled arc. “But don’t forget this is—” His sentence was cut off with a growl as he hit the ball back with enough force to emit an audible crack echoing across the gardens. “A competition!”

Nanami leapt to hit the ball back in time, your breath catching when you feared he might actually miss. But at the last second, almost too fast for your eyes to keep track of, his racket sent it rushing back towards the man opposite him. Gojo dove for the ball but missed it by just a hair, the little blur of lime green slamming into the chain link fence with a shuddering rattle.

“Don’t get cocky now, Satoru!” Nanami teased, finally able to take a moment to catch his breath as Gojo went to retrieve the ball, raking a hand through tousled, sweat-streaked blonde strands. His lips cracked into an arrogant smirk, clearly not intent on taking his own advice. “Besides,” he added, lowering his voice a bit as he cast a glance your way. “You really think I’ll lose while she’s watching?”

Gojo peered over his shoulder, snowy locks damp and sticking to his temples and the back of his neck, a water bottle gripped in one hand while he used his other to fan his body with his black t-shirt. He couldn’t help but grin then too. Maybe if he had a good luck charm as perfect and pretty as you, he might actually manage to beat Nanami just once.

“Y’know, we might need to make a new rule,” Gojo suggested as he turned back to face Nanami, taking a few quick gulps of the flavored electrolytes. When he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, lazily gesturing his tennis racket towards Nanami, he continued, “I could consider you bringing along your little cheerleader as cheating. Let’s see how you’d do without her around, shall we?”

Nanami’s gaze darkened at the prospect of the challenge, but ultimately his smile held steady. “How could I?” he replied, gently jovial. His full attention was on you now, and you resisted the urge to get up and saunter over to him upon his beckoning stare. “Besides, I promised I’d give her a lesson or two after we were done.”

“That mean we’re calling this match?” asked Satoru with a slightly defeated scoff.

Nanami could tell how eager you were to come over, so as he said, “Yeah. Better luck next time, I guess,” he gave you a beckoning wave.

You sprung up from your seat, trotting over across the court with a beaming smile, wearing a brightness to rival the season’s sunny weather. “Is your game over, Daddy?” you asked with that adorable sweetness lacing your tone, all watermelon-sugar and honey drizzled peaches.

What Gojo wouldn’t give to have a girl like you to call his own.

The moment you were within reach, Nanami was pulling you protectively against his side, one of his strong arms cradling your shoulders as you nuzzled further into his loving touch. “I’d say it is, princess,” he cooed, melting in your presence like a popsicle left out in the sun. Then he cast a somewhat taunting glance over at Satoru and added, “I mean, unless Gojo is intent on losing again today?”

Gojo flashed a mean, sharp smile, all pearly white teeth and malice, and then coughed out a huff of a chuckle, something cold and vengeful shining in those elysian blues. “Mark my words, Kento,” he taunted, “one of these days, I’m gonna annihilate you, and when I do…” His gaze then shifted to you, scanning up and down your form, trying hard not to let it stick on the soft flesh of your exposed thighs, the dip of your waist and the little sliver of your tummy that showed in the space between your skirt’s waistband and the hem of your top, the curve of your breasts and the bit of cleavage that peeked out from the V-neck. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, pink and wanting, right before he concluded with, “Good luck charm or not, she won’t be able to save you.”

You felt a little tense then, the energy suddenly seeming to shift as Gojo wore an expression that you swore was hungry. And, god, how tempted he was to make a bet with Nanami, wager a night with you— hell, even just ten minutes— as the prize for one of their weekly matches. And Nanami, being confident in his own ability, relying a little too heavily on his unbroken winning streak, might just be in a playful or arrogant enough mood to entertain Gojo’s little whims.

“Sure,” he’d reply, sarcastic and cocky. “If you can beat me, I’ll even let you have her in my bed.”

And that…

That would be just enough of a stake to seal the deal. To cause Gojo Satoru to become even more relentless than he normally was on the court against his oldest friend.

That would be the time Gojo finally won.

And he’d relish in making Nanami eat his overconfident words just before he’d drown in the pleasure of finally being able to have a taste of you— the one thing in the world he couldn’t buy for himself no matter how many figures his bank account secured.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you for the rematch next week,” Gojo shrugged, his predatory gaze morphing back into something light and unbothered, a look belonging to the Gojo you were more used to. After gathering his things, he gave you a playful little wave goodbye and said, “Don’t go easy on him now!” Nanami offered to walk Satoru out, but Gojo waved him off, saying, “I know my way out. Now teach her well so someday I can drag Megumi or Yuji or Nobara along and we can play doubles.” With a cheeky wink and a self-assured stride, Gojo Satoru was gone, disappearing beyond the manicured lawns and hedges and heading back to where his black Rolls Royce Phantom awaited him in the long, curving driveway.

“Can’t you let him win just once, Daddy?” you asked, some sympathy for Satoru’s defeat bleeding into your whine. “I’ll still think you’re the best at tennis even if he occasionally beats you…”

Nanami hummed out a note of amusement, beginning to guide you off to the side of the court where the extra rackets and tennis balls were kept. “And if I let him win, do you really think he’d be satisfied, sweetheart?” he asked you, pure adoration peppered with condescension lilting in his low, soothing voice. “Do you really think he’d accept a victory that he didn’t earn?”

No, you thought to yourself, Satoru would never claim a victory that he hadn’t earned fair and square. Because as carefree and frivolous as the man could be, he was equally cruel and competitive. He was good enough to outmatch anyone in almost anything, tennis included, just so long as that person wasn’t Nanami Kento. And though the two men were more evenly matched in their golf and swimming skills, it was, of course, the one game that Gojo had yet to best Nanami in that he was so hung up on.

“I guess you’re right,” you agreed with a shrug. As Nanami reached over to hand you your tennis racket— the light pink one he’d had custom made for you the moment you’d shown interest in learning— you took on a slightly more nervous tone and asked, words trembling a little towards the end, “But you’ll go easy on me, right?”

There was no way you’d survive a single one of Nanami’s vicious serves unless he dialed it way back. And he knew this just as well as you did. Not to mention he’d sort of been hoping you’d take interest in one of his hobbies eventually. That way, it would give him the perfect opportunity to spend more time with you, to leave work a little early or reschedule a boring meeting because it was almost time for his precious baby’s tennis lesson, and he just couldn’t be late. It also would be the perfect opportunity to put his hands all over you as he showed you the correct way to hold a racket or take a swing, his palms planted firmly on your hips as he helped correct your form, distracting you in the process of course, though once your lesson was over and he’d praised you for a job well done, the two of you fully intended on revisiting those more intimate parts of the lesson later in the bedroom.

“Of course, angel,” Nanami chuckled, grabbing up two extra water bottles from the mini fridge. “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine. Besides, don’t I always take good care of my favorite girl?”

Especially because he wouldn’t want you to get frustrated and decide to quit. Oh no, he couldn’t have that. And while Gojo’s comment about playing doubles was probably a pipe dream, Nanami couldn’t help but fantasize about spending cool summer evenings out on the private home court with you once you’d gotten the hang of things, just gently hitting the ball back and forth with the sound of your bright laughter echoing over the net every time you successfully returned the ball to him.

But first thing was first. He had to teach you how to serve. So with your back against his chest and his hands taking purchase over where you held the racket, gently correcting your grip position at the start, Nanami led you through the basics of the swing.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you, allowing you to try a few times on your own. He grinned, impressed. “See, you’re a natural.”

You let out a proud giggle, wondering if maybe you’d end up having a knack for this after all, unlike golf, which was very technical, and swimming, which was very exhausting. Though, you’d always been one to get a little ahead of yourself. Because the ball hadn’t even been introduced into the equation yet.

In other words, the real test had yet to begin.

With Nanami now standing at the other end of the court, one of the fuzzy green tennis balls clutched in your manicured hand, you weren’t feeling quite as confident. You’d liked it better when he was guiding you, felt more capable with his expertise close and at the ready. Now, you feared you’d just forgotten nearly everything he’d taught you, your mind racing with questions of how to hold the racket properly and where to aim and, well, honestly you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to hit the ball successfully after tossing it up into the air.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby!” Nanami called over to you, and it was then that you steeled your resolve and reminded yourself that you could do this. You wanted to make your Daddy proud, wanted to hear him praise you when you did it right. You wanted to prove what a good student you could be for your teacher.

“Ok!” you called back, preparing to toss the ball up into the air. You didn’t throw it too high, though imagined how fun it would be to one day toss it as far above your head as you could, watching it plummet back down towards you with the confidence that you’d still be able to hit it across the net.

And even though your aim was a little off-center, you were still able to swing hard enough to send the ball over to Nanami, who lightly tapped it back to you, letting it bounce on the green once before you lunged forward to hit it back. You felt the ball make contact with your racket, and next thing you knew it was soaring over the net once more.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your look of concentration splitting into an astonished grin. “I did it! I actually did it!”

Nanami returned the ball to you in the same gentle fashion, urging you to continue with the streak you two had going now. “See!” he said. “I knew you could!

But it then seemed your newfound confidence got the better of you because, though you leapt for the ball with everything you had, that time it was just too far out of your range. It passed you on the court and rolled until it hit the chain link fence.

“Ah, man!” you said, jogging to go after it, though you sounded more amused than disappointed.

“That’s alright!” Nanami called, casually walking closer towards the net so he wouldn’t have to shout as loud. “Just bring it here and we’ll try again.”

You grabbed the ball and tossed it towards him, Nanami reaching out to catch it in one of his sure, strong hands. “Do you want to try serving again?” he asked. “Or do you want me to serve?”

You took a moment to think about it, then smiled and replied, “I want you to serve now.”

Nanami returned a soft grin. “Alright, princess,” he said, both of you beginning to make your way back to your preferred places on your respective sides of the court.

“Don’t forget to go easy!” you called over, a playful giggle trailing off the end of your reminder.

“I dunno…” Nanami teased, a hint of mischief present in his voice. “I think you might be ready for a little more of a challenge.”

But, in the end, he was still nice about it. The serve came towards you in a controlled, soft arc, though when you returned it that time it was with a little more fervor, the power behind your stroke increasing just enough to wake Nanami up from his gentle daydreams, the lull provided by the balmy, early summer evening breaking upon the next cool breeze that wafted through the gardens.

The two of you practiced hitting the ball back and forth for another hour or so until you grew tired, your perfect white sneakers beginning to scuff and drag a little across the court, your swing becoming a little sloppier as fatigue caused your concentration to slip. But you didn’t want to call it a day until you’d managed to make Nanami miss the ball just once.

Similar to Gojo, it seemed you had some unrealistic fantasies of your own.

So, after asking you a few times if you wanted to be done for the day and you saying one more round despite how exhausted you clearly were, Nanami drew this conclusion and decided that, if he was going to let anyone beat him, it was going to be you.

“Why don’t you serve this time?” he suggested, sending the ball back your way. You let it roll off to the side a bit before going to retrieve it, and then, hoping he maybe wouldn’t catch onto your plan until it was too late, you tossed the ball up into the air, careful and soft like you’d been doing thus far but, that time, when you swung, you hit it as hard as your arms could muster, letting out your first real tennis grunt from the unexpected exertion.

And while the strength behind the swing was still nothing in comparison to either Nanami or Gojo’s, it still caught Nanami by surprise, caused him to hesitate just a split second too long. He went to lunge after the ball, originally intending to miss it on purpose, but when he found himself instinctually trying to hit it back only to miss it by accident…

Gojo would never believe it.

He looked behind him as it bounced out of bounds and rolled to meet the fence, and though technically the victory wouldn’t have counted in a real match, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you that. Not with the way you were jumping with joy on the other side of the net, squealing and giggling as you came running his way as if you’d just summoned magic for the first time.

“Did you see that?!” you asked, nearly crashing into his arms as you met him on his side of the court, your pretty pink tennis racket forgotten on the side you’d scored your first point against him from, the sorbet glow of the setting sun staining everything in sight with rich golds and brilliant tangerine oranges. “I can’t believe I actually did that! Did you see? Did you see?!”

Nanami dropped his racket and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug and sweeping you off your feet a bit as he spun around with you in his arms. “I saw it, baby,” he assured you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “You were great.”

And when you looked up at him, arms still secured around his waist, wearing that look that was just dripping with pure love and devotion, eyes practically sparkling with it, Nanami had half a mind to lower you both to the court and celebrate your first successful tennis lesson a little early.

“I couldn’t have done it without such an amazing teacher,” you told him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest, both of you warm and dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. “But I had a lot of fun! Can we practice again tomorrow?”

Nanami let out a chuckle, the richness of it rumbling through his chest, velvety and sonorous. He swept you up in his arms, intending to carry you all the way back to the house, all the way up to the master bedroom. He said, “Of course, sweetheart. But first, a victory dinner is in order, don’t you think?”

You hummed out a pleasant note, that beaming smile of yours not faltering, though now something a little more devious snaked its way into your narrowing gaze. “Can the victory dinner involve going out for ice cream after?” you asked.

Nanami let out a sigh, though couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even as he shook his head a little and reluctantly replied, “Alright, I suppose you’ve earned it.”

But after that, once your sweet tooth had been satisfied and the exhaustion from the day crept back in to claim you, Nanami would be sure to collect his own prize. And once he was done with you tonight, well…

You might want to take a break from practicing tomorrow after all.

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(Hiiii everyone and thank you so much for reading! Honestly I’ve been thinking about my sd!Nanami from this au for so long now I just had to write a lil something for him and this is just what came to mind! I also can’t wait for summer, so I’m spending most days just dreaming about that lol. Anyway, I hope you’re all doing wonderful and remembering to take care of yourselves! See you next time, byyyyye~!)

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(Asking on anon bc my ghost blog is my side blog LOL) but I was looking at your post about Copia learning ballet when he was younger and I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. Do you think any of the other Papa's had any other kind of artistic hobbies? I like to think Primo may have really enjoyed painting, when he had the time [from sacred-coffin]

Hiiii! Glad you liked Copia knowing ballet, I'm glad my years of suffering through the Nutcracker Ballet has come in handy (my cousin was a ballerina). But yeah, I took your question to my council (my two wives), and we all came up with several ideas for each of the other Emeritus brothers! Not all of these are exactly artistic, just kinda became general hobbies or things the papas liked to do.

Primo

I am one of those people that does enjoy Primo as a gardener, but not in the traditional sense. His knowledge pertains mostly to poisonous and carnivorous plants, but he also does know how to make a lot of natural remedies because he just finds herbal medicine practices fascinating. Although, only some members of the Ministry actually trust him and his tinctures.

Primo has “accidentally” poisoned a Bishop once. When asked if he knew that he put something he wasn’t supposed to into the bottle, he said “oh Satanas, my vision must be going”. He definitely did on purpose cause the Bishop took a nasty tone with him once.

In his personal book collection, I feel like he has a lot of vintage plant encyclopedias and anything like that for his garden obsession.

Definitely a purveyor of classical music compared to the other Papas, but in the sense he prefers scores that are evil in vibes. Also, definitely can play the violin. He’s not like, perfect at playing, but good enough not to annoy those that can hear it.

I would love for him to have an electric violin, but Primo is the type to always prefer classic string instruments over electric ones. Definitely has like an ebony stained wood violin.

Primo also has a fascination with insects, probably goes along with his plant fascination. He’s definitely into insect pinning and has frames filled with different moths, butterflies, beetles, and downright terrifying insects within his office.

Secondo

This man is a drinks connoisseur, in several ways. Secondo is big into coffee and alcohol. He’s never been the biggest morning person and coffee has basically been his lifeline since he became of Priest in the Ministry. Has all the shit needed for steaming milk and making espresso and all the jazz. I feel like he can even do that milk art and shit, but only spooky or sexual designs. For alcohol, he’s big into mixology. Grade A mixologist here.

Within the Chapter House, where most of the high ranked and important people of the Ministry have their rooms, some of their offices, and big important meetings, there’s also like recreational rooms for them. One of them has basically been claimed by the Emeritus bro trio for their game nights (Uno and other shit), because it has the bar that Secondo has stocked himself. He always mixes the drinks for himself and his brothers.

When he was Papa, his Papal office also had a personal bar.

I feel like this man is big into suits, reminds me of the way NBC’s Hannibal was big into suit fashion. He knows how to look refined and exactly how to pair a suit to tie and pocket square for every occasion. He’s had an extensive closet ever since he was younger. As Papa, he took every chance he could to be out of his Papal robes and Mitre and be in one of his many suits.

In terms of an instrument he knows, I’m not exactly certain, but I’m feeling a big instrument, maybe a cello, string bass, or something else, but its gotta be a deep and thuddy instrument, but I don’t think he plays it anymore. Left it behind as he went up the ranks of the Ministry.

Terzo

This man is a certified film buff. I mean, look at all his music videos. They reference so much. It’s all 1920’s Art Deco, with German expressionism like the Cabinet of Dr. Calgiri, Faust, and Nosferatu, as well as all the early 1900s horror movies like Dracula, Frankenstein, Jekyll and Hyde, etc.

From that era of horror movies, hands down, his favorite movie is Frankenstein, and loves the Bride of Frankenstein.

Alongside that, I feel like Terzo is very into that era of fashion, considering his second stage outfit and the ghoul outfits. Also just fashion in general. Man likes fancy clothes, it’s just unfortunate Sister Imperator didn’t give his version of the Ghost Project for funding.

Another thing Terzo did when he was younger is theater. Musicals, plays, talent shows, you name it. He always loved being on stage, being the lead of the show, its what helped him be such a charismatic Papa.

I feel like his favorite production he ever stared in was Cabaret.

Terzo picked up the guitar when he was younger as well, plays it every now and again, but not as often as Primo plays his violin. (This is so sad, Terzo play Wonderwall).

Totally didn’t fall in love with both his guitarists (totally doesn’t admire their abilities to play the guitar, totally didn’t pretend to be bad at playing guitar so that they would teach him, totally not).

Also, so good at playing the kazoo.

Bonus, Papa Nihil

He picked up crocheting when he was older to try and make gifts for Sister Imperator.

Unfortunately, Copia would have to be a whole other post as there’s a lot I could say about him as he’s my bestest guy.

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The Consort ₊⁺જ⁀➴

NSWF | Explicit 18+ | Angst | Blood | Ascended Astarion | Spawn Tav | Dark | Smut | Trauma | Stockholm Syndrome | Violence

Ascended Astarion x fem Tav

Chapter: 5 | Worship me

Summary: In a tumultuous tale of love, power, and betrayal, Tav finds herself entangled in a complex relationship with Astarion, a heartless vampire lord who will stop at nothing to maintain control over his newfound spawn. As Tav witnesses Astarion’s transformation and descent into darkness, their love is put to the ultimate test amidst love triangles, drama, and the pursuit of world domination. Redemption seems like an elusive goal while Tav grapples with the realization of who her lover has truly become.

UPDATED EVERY MONDAY.

Notes: Spicy chapter ahead! And new photo :] Ofc taken by @astarionposting, it’s so moody and I love it. That’s all. Enjoy the read :*

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The night was young, and Astarion was relishing in the connections he was making with powerful individuals. He knew the importance of these relationships for his reputation.

However, his mood soured as several noblemen showed more interest in Tav. Multiple men were approaching her for dances, marriage proposals, and dates. Astarion’s jealousy grew at an all-time high with the attention Tav was attracting.

Rightfully so, Astarion knew Tav would easily capture people's hearts just as she did his.

Just then, a nobleman with a prim and prissy appearance sauntered over. His eyes gleamed with a lustful gaze as he took Tav’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “My dear, you are absolutely stunning,” he said, his words made Tav squirm uncomfortably, clutching onto the drink in her other hand.

She felt increasingly awkward and nervous while the nobleman continued to hold her hand, his touch unwelcome. Just then, Astarion came at her side, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. He shot a deadly glare at the prissy man, his eyes filled with anger.

Unfazed by Astarion he chuckled, "Is this weasel being a brood on you? I can offer you a helping hand." He winked.

Tch.

How dare this rat-faced man blatantly disrespect her and Astarion like that? Without a thought more, Tav threw her drink at him, splashing it all over his face.

And he must've seen red just by the way his snaggle tooth snarled at her.

“Forgive me, I didn’t realize I was such a damsel in distress,” Tav muttered, rolling her eyes and ripping her hand away from this random man.

Astarion was quick to retaliate with a sharp remark, "Of course, another royal who has little to no brain. She's mine."

He wiped the drink off his face with his sleeve, and his eyes had gone red from the alcohol. The man took a step closer and challenged Astarion with glaring eyes and balled fists. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me, pretty boy?"

Astarion clicked his tongue with a small giggle escaping his lips. How amusing this was. Actually, Astarion knew about this particular nobleman and his sneaky hobbies.

"I'd hurry along and do whatever pathetic thing you were doing. The Amaru family wouldn’t take kindly to learning about their son’s dirty intrusions into their business deals to feed his brothel obsession."

The man fell quiet and blinked a few times. With a soured face, he huffed at Astarion before backing off, not a word more. Astarion then squeezed Tav's waist and smiled.

In a fit of anger, the man stumbled over his own feet, falling over with the loudest thud in the room.

Astarion’s lips cracked into a smirk, satisfied with the embarrassing look on the man’s face, "See, when you talk to the right people, you get the right blackmail."

Tav chuckled at his cockiness, wrapping her arms around his bicep. She squeezed Astarion’s arms and batted those crystal eyes at him. There was a deep sense of protection with Astarion.

To feel important and wanted.

He admired her pearl eyes with a loving stare. His gaze lingered before trailing down to the soft glow cast on her breasts. A sly smirk spread across Astarion's face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Tav's ear, and leaned in close, whispering seductively, “Fancy a bit of excitement?”

Tav’s face flushed at his words, turning her head side to side to scope out any on-lookers. “Here?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Astarion nodded confidently, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “I’ll find us a private spot, shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Tav returned his smirk with a cheeky grin of her own. She was still achey from the other night when he left her untouched. This was exciting, daring, and...sexy.

She bit her bottom lip, her adrenaline pumping. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Tav reached out for his hand, clutching it tightly in her shaky hands. Her adrenaline was kicking in and Astarion was already leading her away from the party’s crowd.

A mischievous glint danced in Astarion’s eyes as he guided her through the hallways of the grand estate, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

They passed by several closed doors until Astarion stopped at one and began jiggling the handle. With a soft click, the door swung open. It seemed to be an office with a desk sitting in the corner, papers scattered across its surface.

Astarion flashed Tav a sly grin before swiftly pulling her into the room, their laughter mingling in the air.

In a swift motion, he lifted Tav up by her thighs, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as she giggled. Their eyes met in a silent understanding between them for a moment as they leaned in for a searing kiss.

The room was soon filled with the sound of their kisses and heavy breathing. Tav slipped her tongue with his in a sloppy dance of desperation.

Astarion leaned over the desk and sat Tav perfectly with her legs spread wide open for him. She threaded her fingers through his white locs with a tug.

Astarion’s piercing gaze met Tav’s, and he leaned in to capture her lips. It was rough and sloppy, their tongues danced and their fangs clashed with each other.

Tav wrapped her hand around the waistband of Astarion's pants, tugging his already-hardened bulge closer.

Astarion pulled away, a seductive glint in his red stare, "Can't help yourself...I'm not surprised."

Tav purred in a sultry voice, "Not with you...not ever."

Astarion pressed kisses down Tav’s neck, causing her to kick her head back as his canines nipped at her skin. He continued to press his lips down to her breasts while his hand trailed up her thigh.

With a swift movement, he moved Tav’s panties aside and dipped his fingers into her wet warmth. Tav arched her back as his touch perfectly rubbed around her clit.

Astarion brought his mouth to Tav's ear, biting her ear lobe in a breathy tone, "Spread your legs, darling, That's it - Wider."

Obeying, her legs widened with a shaky twitched of excitement.

Only Astarion could make me feel this way.

Moans flowed out her mouth in a perfect melody that had Astarion working his best at her clit, rubbing in gentle smooth circles. His lips kissed and bit at her jawline, dampening her skin with his heavy breaths.

Tav's ankles quivered in bliss with moans full of desperation. His fingers coated in her wet slick and it drove him mad.

He lifted her dress, leaning over between Tav's legs, and spitting on her clit. His fingers instantly coated her folds in his saliva before thrusting 2 fingers into her. Astarion caught Tav's gasp into a kiss, fucking his fingers in and out of her roughly.

A loud whimpered muffled between his lips while her hips crashed against his hand.

"Keep moaning, that's it."

His fingers pumped in and out of her and Tav clutched onto Astarion’s arm, her head hanging back with her lips parted. Cries sweetly slipped out of Tav's mouth, "I-I don't want to cum without you inside me."

A demand? Maybe.

But a plea? Certainly.

"Very well, pet. You deserve it." he purred.

Tav felt the warmth of his fingers pull out of her as Astarion unbuckled his pants, sliding down each layer until his length sprung up.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. She felt a sudden rush of excitement wash over her. She squirmed beneath him, her body betraying her impatience.

I need him.

I want him.

now.

With a sudden tug, Tav pulled Astarion closer to her, their bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his warmth radiating off of him, and she reveled in the sensation.

Astarion chuckled at her eagerness, his breath hot against her skin. “Feel this?” His voice was low and hungry.

He grabbed her hand and overlapped it on his length, guiding her movements up and down his skin.

Tav nodded, "You’re already so hard for me?" She smirked, too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by the sensation of him against her.

“Always,” Astarion whispered while pressing his lips on the corners of her mouth.

With a hard swallow, her heart raced in her chest. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, to be one with him.

Her hand jerked his length softly with his pre-cum before he became a groaning impatient mess. Astarion pressed his hips against Tav's entrance, placing himself perfectly on her wet core.

They gazed into each other's eyes in a knowing silence. His face fell into a seductive stare and it wasn't long until he curled over Tav's body, thrusting his hips into hers.

And inch by inch, feeding himself in the very place that begged for his every touch.

One arm wrapped around his body and the other fell around his neck. Her moans came in short gusts of air, the constant thrusts shook her body in mimic of the ocean's waves.

Tav kneaded her fingers between his white curls, tugging on them with each plunge into her. His scent burned into her lungs, leaving nothing but desire.

Astarion hung his head low and grunted against Tav's forehead, bucking his hips deeper into her. His hold on her was tight and everything around them melted into a sweet bliss.

No amount of power could make Astarion feel amazing the way he did with Tav when their bodies connected. The bitter-sweet truth of their love weakened Astarion of his hunger for power, and he knew this all too well.

She was able to crumble him more than he'd ever admit. Such an inconvenience it was when world domination was on his mind.

Astarion clutched desperately onto Tav's body, bucking his hips skillfully in her. The way she cried his name into his ear sent chills like electricity all through his body. It felt like she worshipped him.

That sweet, sweet, voice of hers.

Their skin like porcelain and licorice intertwined together in a knit embrace. their bodies gleamed in sweat as both their climaxes built up deep in their stomachs.

The force of their bodies clashing caused the papers littered on the desk to fall in all sorts of directions. Mixing with the sound of squeaky wood, crumpling paper, skin slapping, and moans.

Tav clutched onto Astarion with her arms and legs crying out in a whimper, "Mmph - S-stay right there...I-I'm almost there.."

Astarion nodded sloppily, connecting eyes with Tav in a hazy stare, "Yes, cum for me." His lips hung open and his words felt sincere and loving.

His hands gripped against the desk, his muscles starting to tense up in the process of this blissful high. Astarion could feel Tav's warm walls begin to twitch and squeeze around his cock.

Quickly, he stole a kiss from Tav, silencing her moans before they could escape. His gaze bore into hers, a mixture of hunger and love dancing in his eyes. But Tav’s breath caught in her throat, realizing just how loud she was being.

They were only doors away from the party after all.

Her eyes flickered between a hue of a yellow glow and white, her skin practically crawled with her wild shape twisting and bending beneath the surface of her skin.

Astarion wrapped his hand around her neck, and squeezed. He perfectly placed his thumb against the crook of her jaw, tightly forcing her face to meet his.

“Look at me.”

Tav choked against the force and gazed up at him with hazy glossy eyes.

A rush of wetness coated his cock as a yelp muffled between their kiss. Tav's body twitched and melted from the force of her undoing.

But Astarion's wasn’t done just yet.

He flipped her on her stomach, digging his nails into the plush of her hips, and ramming into her like a savage animal. Her eyes cried in the sensitivity and immense pleasure, crying out his name in a hoarse moan.

With one hand, he grabbed a hand full of Tav’s hair, dragging her head up and kissing her exposed neck. Her backside clashed against Astarion’s groin in a precise motion.

“Ahh…Clench.”

Tav purposely clenched her twitching walls around his length, whistle digging her hands onto the desk to keep stable.

His hips locked into Tav's, burying his length deep in her before pulling out, spilling his cum on her lower back, just below her back dimples. With a groan, Astarion slouched over Tav.

In a moment of weakness he whipsered to her, "When the time is right, I want to share something with you." It was something he wasn’t sure he’d regret saying out loud. But she was so…good to him.

Tav peeked at him, unknowingly squinting her eyes with a soft, "Hmm?"

“When the time is right.” Astarion pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I think we should get leaving, love. Tonight’s been — eventful.”

Tav chuckled and turned around, reaching over and grabbing the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, “Here.”

With a satisfied smile Astarion wiped the juices off of her back before cleaning the excess cum off his tip.

She makes me want to be nice.

How...Horrible.

Let's keep this in the bedroom.

Next part here

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[rjthirsty]

Kasey's hobby is sex (that's why I put it under vices). If they think they can have a good time with someone, they are not opposed to propositioning the other person bluntly and unabashedly. If you're a friend of their's, Kasey has certainly asked or offered multiple times whether you've declined before or not. It's like a drinking buddy, just instead it's a fucking buddy.

Yes, we can call it friends with benefits.

Anyways, I was thinking about how they had known Roderic for about 15 years and that he wouldn't be omitted from Kasey's hobby. On the contrary, Kasey trusts him and would offer more often because of that. At some point, they get to fucking.

Maybe I just like Roderic?

So, I started writing out this idea, but I'm tired and need to nap, and I'm not sure I'll ever finish it.

OCT 20: Added new content

OCT 28: Added new content

NOV 4: Added new content

“I'm not a child anymore, Roderic.” Kasey straddled Roderic, hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his head caging him in. “You know I'm not that innocent, naive thing any longer. I make my own choices now.”

They rocked their hips in his lap. Roderic's hands landed on their hips. He was conflicted, Kasey could see it in his dark red eyes. Eyes that no one else got to look into except Gil. Though he had grabbed them to stop their gentle gyrating, Roderic made no effort to actually stop them.

“...Kasey, I don't think Gilbert would appreciate–”

“Gil has no say in who I choose to indulge in.” Kasey interrupted. “This is between you. And. Me.”

They were slowly moving closer to Roderic's face. Inching closer to his lips. Lips that were parted and called to Kasey in seductively sweet whispers. They wanted to taste those lips at least once. To see what kind of man he was under everything. What sort of person he was deep inside that could be called out through delicate embraces and violent passion.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” They whispered practically mouth to mouth. Their noses touched. A soft graze of contact. Of skin to skin. They rarely touched with layers between them, yet here they were allowing such intimacy.

Roderic's grip tightened on Kasey's hips, but no words passed by his lips. Kasey smiled, pleased at his silence. They brushed their bottom lip over his, ghosting their touch in an attempt to tease and test the waters. Roderic followed when Kasey edged away. It was a tiny turn of his head and lifting of his chin, searching for their touch, their mouth.

“Mmmnn. How about it, Roderic?” Kasey drew out their words, purposefully being obtuse with them. They licked their lips, once again dusting him with fleeting touches as they moved their mouth. “Are you going to make me beg for you?”

Roderic let out a quiet groan. He liked that. He wasn't one that knew what it was like to be desired. Even with Gil, he was filling a need and role and allowed to take part for convenience's sake. But he wasn't convenient for Kasey. They could bed anyone they wanted. They had no secret to keep. They had the world at their fingertips– at their wonderfully soft lips, and they were choosing him.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Kasey. They grinded against Roderic, whispering on his lips, looking into his red eyes that hardly another got to see. “I want you, Roderic.”

His fingers flexed along their hips.

“I want to feel your lips touching mine.”

Another quiet noise came from his throat, like he was holding back a needy moan.

“I want to feel your body flush against me.”

Kasey slowly pushed back Roderic’s hood, bringing his face into the light of their room. His hair was disheveled, his eyes half-lidded as temptations danced behind his clouded gaze.

“Nothing has to exist between us. No clothes. No roles. No rules. No obligations. Just you. And. Me.” Kasey gave him several seconds to sort through his own objections in his head before they leaned back to level a firm gaze on Roderic. “I need a yes, or no.”

“If you would–” Roderic began, Kasey cutting him off before he could fall into the subservient role.

“Yes or no, Roderic.”

His teeth caught his bottom lip, chewing on it lightly. His eyes bounced between the two of theirs, searching for an answer on how to put himself on the same level as they were. Kasey was part of the Imperial family, and Roderic was a life-long aide. He might have been 9 years their senior, but when it came to demands and desires, he was much, much lower - there wasn’t even a comparison he could make to quantify it.

“Yes.”

At Roderic’s confirmation, a smile bloomed on Kasey’s face that lit up the room itself. They looked genuinely happy to have him agree. It was a dangerous reaction. His heart thumped out of rhythm at the joy he had caused by saying what he wanted, even though it was one simple word.

Kasey’s gloved fingers tickled behind Roderic’s ear, slipping down his jaw and under his chin to lift it to their level. They were taller than Roderic, and with how they were sitting on his lap, they were taller still. He watched as they approached, their eyes closing once they were within an inch of his face, and his fell shut too. Their lips touched. Soft and full and warm. Delicate and light and precious. Then more firm, needy, and hungry. Sweet kisses became exploring kisses became deep kisses became a tangle of tongue and a push and pull as they moved together and chased each other when the other pulled back slightly.

The way Kasey kissed was raw and forceful. They took and dominated and made their demands clear. They wanted a partner that could give and take as much as they could. They wanted someone as enthusiastic and hungry and in control as they were. Roderic’s stomach fluttered, nervous he wouldn’t be able to meet the expectations Kasey was putting forth. He was vastly inexperienced compared to them. Kasey was prolific in their hobby, and Roderic had been with only one other person in his lifetime. What if they found him lacking in performance?

Kasey bit the tip of a gloved finger and slipped their hand free, letting the buttery leather flap to the ground. Their second glove was next, dropping a few inches from the first as they walked across their room. Their cravat was next, the silk cloth fluttered as it fell. Jacket, shirt, slacks, and other garments left a trail for Roderic to follow, though his eyes were already following Kasey.

It didn't take long for them to discard their clothes. By the time they reached their bed positioned on the furthest wall of the room, they were fully nude and a sight to behold. Though Kasey presented as a man most of the time, they had a woman's body. Their breasts were larger than he had thought, their curves more curvier, their ass more shapely, and their blond bush curly. Roderic's cock throbbed.

He worked his boots off and unclasped his cloak before he hopped off the couch, following Kasey’s lead in discarding his clothes on the way to their bed. Kasey’s eyes wandered over his body, drinking him in. Just like he had never seen them without several layers, they hadn’t seen Roderic bare below the neck. Kasey’s fingers touched on Roderic’s muscled chest, dragging slowly over his pec to his sternum, Kasey ran their featherlight touch down his abdomen to his navel.

Roderic was already hard, and Kasey scooped him into their hand, delighting in the gasp he let out as they curled their fingers around his shaft. They licked their lips, titillated by the excitement that danced through them. They always found the first time with someone new exciting. Giving Roderic’s cock a few pumps, they slipped their fingers towards the head of his dick where precum had started to bead. Kasey touched it with their fingertip, spreading it around the tip of his cock, their seductive eyes glancing up to meet Roderic’s gaze that was glued to them.

“It’s not a problem if you go early. We have time to enjoy each other for a while.” Kasey offered the comfort casually before they sunk to their knees and gave his glans a long lick, wetting it more than the precum they had swirled around it did.

“Haah…” Roderic groaned. Their tongue was so soft and warm, and before he could even protest either their words or their actions, Kasey took him into their mouth. His hands moved to their shoulders, considering pulling them up from the ground. It didn’t feel right to have them on their knees for him. But gods, did it feel good.

His eyebrows knit together. He pressed his lips together. One hand moved to press his knuckles to his mouth, trying to hold back how much he was enjoying their mouth on him. His other hand gingerly inched towards Kasey’s head. He brushed their hair back from their face and wove his fingers through the silky strands.

Kasey’s hand found his thigh, roughly running up the outside of it in a firm caress until their finger grazed the bottom of his ass, then they swept their hand around to the front to hold onto his quad. Their other hand let go of Roderic’s shaft and cupped his balls. Rewarded with his testes tightening, his cock flexing, and a moan that he let out, Kasey had hold back a moan in response, finding his pleasure arousing.

They pushed Roderic to the back of their throat, swallowing slowly to squeeze him between their tongue and their soft palate. In their hand, they felt his testes rising closer to his shaft, and gently they pulled them away, delaying his climax. Warm fingers massaged his balls, and Kasey’s warm mouth sucked him in ways he had never experienced.

“Kasey– haah– I’mmhn–” Roderic’s fingers tightened on Kasey’s scalp, the pads of his digits pressing into them, fighting the urge to hold them still as he fucked down their throat. He didn’t have to worry about bucking his hips into them, apparently Kasey’s hand on his thigh held him in place. The pressure in his groin kept building to the point he was sure he was going to come, but Kasey would gently pull on his testes and somehow it would lessen just enough that he could suck in a breath, only to feel it reach that aching point again and again they would tug on his balls.

Slicking their fingers from the mess they had made with their saliva, Kasey followed Roderic’s scrotum between the lower part of his cheeks, and firmly pressed into his perineum, rubbing and stroking it with their finger pad. Roderic’s knees shook, and Kasey felt his testes lift again, but this time they let them squeeze higher, adding additional languid strokes to his perineum to coax his orgasm along. They shoved him deeper in their mouth and swallowed again, allowing their throat to contract around him.

Roderic felt like his legs were going to give out, his climax came so violently. The pressure in his groin clenched tightly, and he felt himself throbbing inside Kasey’s mouth. He had no need to push Kasey further on his cock because they were already taking all of him. His hips bucked as his cum spurted into their throat, somehow Kasey managing to keep him from choking them.

They swallowed everything.

Roderic panted, looking down at Kasey and feeling intoxicated. He had never come like that.

Kasey moved their hand back to Roderic’s shaft, pulling several long and slow sucks from his cock as if they weren’t yet finished. He was so sensitive right now, it was almost painful. Almost. But it still felt so damned good to have their lips and tongue dancing around his dick. He tried to wait it out, tried to let them have whatever fun they were aiming for, but eventually he had to back away to remove himself from their mouth.

They chuckled, lifting themselves enough to take a seat on the edge of their bed. “Testing to see where your stopping point was.”

Roderic’s hands explored Kasey’s body. He brushed his fingers over every curve, touched every inch of skin that he could, and then ran his hands over them again, committing their body to memory. He licked and kissed areas they had never let him see before, as innocent as a shoulder and as provocative as the dimples on their lower back where it met their ass that rose in two lovely mounds. Kasey gave the same sensual touches and affectionate acts to Roderic, unhurriedly indulging in him.

Kasey pressed their bodies together, enjoying the warmth and comfort of physical intimacy without pressure to fuck. They would, eventually, but with Roderic coming once already, they had time before his refractory period was over. Roderic touched them like a man possessed with knowing every detail about them. He was gentle, which surprised them. He also avoided going straight for Kasey’s cunt, which was another surprising thing. Most men couldn’t wait to bury something inside Kasey, be that their cock, fingers, or tongue. But Roderic shied away.

Perhaps he was nervous, Kasey considered. It really wouldn’t matter much when they did end up fucking, even if he was. They would ride him all the same and he wouldn’t even have to know what to do. They were aware of what they liked, and how to manage an orgasm themselves even if the other party is inexperienced. But…

“Roderic?” Kasey looked down at Roderic who was kissing the top of their right hip bone. They couldn’t tell if he was worshiping their body or just so overwhelmed that he was trying to put his mouth everywhere but their erogenous zones.

Roderic hmm’d without looking up. His fingers dusted across their stomach and grabbed onto their other hip. His mouth moved higher, falling on their lowest rib and the place it poked out furthest on their side.

“Come play here.” Kasey pointed a finger at their right breast, a small smirk pulling on their lips. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

Roderic’s red eyes darted from Kasey’s finger to their breast to their face. He seemed hesitant like he was contemplating if he should. He really was very different than most other men they had played with.

“Are you intimidated because my nipples are larger, or is it my chest size?” They tilted their head in curiosity. With a lift of their chin, they indicated for Roderic to move closer to them. “Come here, I’ll do you first if you’d like. It’s not much different. Have you ever had your nipples sucked?”

Roderic’s eyes darted away from Kasey and they fought to keep the grin off their face. “No. Is that a normal thing?”

He was so cute. So ridiculously innocent. Aaaah, they were going to have a good time with him.

“It’s not abnormal, if that’s what you’re asking. Some people enjoy it, some people don’t. We can see what type you are.” They offered again. “It’s also fine to refuse.”

Roderic’s gaze moved to Kasey’s nipples again, and this time Kasey allowed the grin to pull at their lips. “Come here. I’ll show you.”

With Kasey’s direction, they repositioned on the bed, ending with Roderic on his back and Kasey over him, one knee between his legs and the other on the outside of his thigh. They bent down, flicking their tongue over his nipple. He had small, little areolas, and tiny pert nipples. Kasey’s tongue could easily cover the entire area if they gave him a flat lick.

Working with what they had, Kasey swirled their tongue around Roderic’s nipple, toying with it. With how small it was, it was almost impossible to do much more than smack kisses on it. Wet kisses with their tongue. Soft suckling between pursed lips. Flat licks and teasing flicks. Their eyes looked up at Roderic who was watching them.

“Well?” They asked.

“I’m not sure.”

Kasey let out a small chuckle. “You don’t have to be sure right now. If it’s not a no, we can give it another try later.”

Crawling carefully over Roderic’s other leg, Kasey straddled his hips, nuzzling their warm pussy on his semi-hard cock. They brought their hands up and waved their fingers at Roderic to request him to come closer, to sit up. Roderic complied, and Kasey then leaned their shoulders backward, arching their back inward to pull their tits higher in the air for him to easily reach with his mouth.

“Give it a try. I’m rather fond of it.”

Roderic cupped their breast in his hand and flicked his tongue over Kasey's nipple as they had done his. Their nipples, however, were much larger and fit nicely in his mouth. The nipple itself was stiff, but the rest of their tit was soft and conformed well to his sucking and groping.

A delicate sigh drifted between Kasey's parted lips encouraging Roderic further. He switched to their other breast to lick and suckle, thumbing at the nipple he just abandoned. Kasey slowly rocked their hips, kneading Roderic's cock with their pelvic bone, providing pressure on their clit as they rubbed against him. One of their hands threaded into Roderic's hair, fingertips rubbing small circles on his scalp.

Emboldened by their increased arousal, Roderic let go of his cautiousness and squeezed Kasey's breast harder. Rewarded by a low groan, he switched breasts again and added gentle nips to their nipple. He tweaked their abandoned nipple between finger and thumb, tugging on it slightly. He was a natural at finding what it was that felt good to them due to his willingness to explore once his initial hesitancy subsided.

He lavished their breasts with tongue and sucking, leaving marks on their skin. Their chest was so soft and Roderic delighted in kneading and squeezing their breasts. He could pinch and pull and tug and lick and nip and suck and there wasn’t a single thing he tried that Kasey didn’t seem to like. They were vocal with their pleasure, and the gentle moans and seductive sighs were offered so freely, it felt like he was being praised for just enjoying himself with them.

DIVIDER

Kasey ran their fingertips under Roderic's jaw, their touch feather-light but commanding as they drew his chin up to meet their gaze resting upon their delicate fingers. Roderic's eyes were distant, hazy with lust and swimming with desire. It was a good look on him. Bringing their mouth down to meet his, Kasey licked and nipped at his lower lip. Moist from his own saliva and puffy from use, they enjoyed teasing him while he tried to chase their nibbles to brush their tongues or bring their mouths together for more.

With a smirk, Kasey kissed the corner of Roderic’s mouth, waiting for him to move to them again. When he did, they hovered just out of reach, fingers still on his chin to keep him from coming too close. He was so obedient. They didn’t even have to give commands and Roderic would follow with intuitive understanding.

“Roderic?” They murmured against his lips, letting their mouths touch as they purred into his hungry lips.

“Yeah…” He answered, his tongue flicking out to catch their lip as they spoke, trying to invite them in for something more substantial.

“I need you to pull out before you come, do you understand?” Kasey rocked their hips against Roderic’s stiff cock, bringing attention to what they were referring to.

A quiet moan rolled out of Roderic like a sigh, his head bobbing in a small nod before his lips moved, ghosting on Kasey’s. “Yeah… I understand.”

“Repeat it.” They ordered in a sultry tone, grinding their cunt against his cock again.

“Hnngh. Pull out before I come.” His dick throbbed with anticipation, his gut clenching simply from the words and the thought alone.

“Good boy.” Kasey purred, rewarding him by bringing their mouth to his. Letting their tongues rub and caress each other, their lips moved together. Roderic’s quiet sounds of pleasure were swallowed up by Kasey as they leaned further and further into him, slowly lifting themselves off his lap to rest their weight on their knees.

They waited, poised above Roderic while they stole his breath with deepening kisses. It took him a moment to realize it was him they were waiting for, and he shoved his hand between the two of them to lift his cock for Kasey to ease down on. He tried to help by finding their entrance, his fingers slipping between their folds wet from their arousal. hey were so wet. So slick. So ready for him. Fuck, it made his gut tighten again, his cock bouncing in his hand.

Roderic coated his dick in Kasey’s lubricant, rubbing the head of his penis between their folds and naturally being directed to their hole. Kasey lowered themselves, rolling their hips to nudge and push Roderic inside of them while he held himself steady. Continuing to play their tongue on his, to demand his attention where their mouths were connected while they dropped lower onto his lap and took more of his cock into their cunt.

Kasey’s cunt squeezed around his cock, and for a moment Roderic thought he might have to pull back and pull out already. He was drowning in their kisses and the way their inner walls fluttered and flexed as they took him in was almost too much. They were warm and wet and tight and sucking him in like they had when they were deepthroating him. They were devouring him with mouth and cunt and hands caressing and as much of them touching the other as the two of them could be.

When Kasey bottomed out, they churned him inside their pussy, rolling their hips to rub their sweet spot on his rock hard cock. Roderic broke away from their hungry lips to gasp for air and try to hold down his voice. It wasn't normal for him to be more vocal than his partner. It also wasn't normal for him to be on the edge so quickly, but there was something about the way that Kasey took their pleasure from him that left him feeling useful and used and it excited him beyond reason.

He leaned back on one hand, covering his mouth lightly with the knuckles of his other hand. Kasey shifted on his lap, leaning forward to change the way their hips lined up with his. Instead of rolling his cock inside them, Kasey started to pump his dick in and out of their cunt. Roderic’s eyes rolled back, fuck, he wasn’t going to last long at all.

“Hnngh, Kasey– nnmngh.” Whatever Roderic was trying to say wasn’t making it through the moans he was swallowing down. Kasey collected his hand from his mouth, gently pulling it towards them to sit on their waist as they bounced on his cock.

“You don’t have to hold back– haah… Nnah– It makes me wet to hear you.” Kasey seemed to be in much more control than Roderic felt. But gods, did they have to say that so brazenly? Did they know what it did to him? His hand inched down their waist, moving to their hip and within easy reach of his aching groin.

The pace at which they pumped him into them was perfect. The way they slammed down on his dick was incredible. Each stroke felt like he was being milked. Their tits bounced in rhythm with their bouncing on his cock. They were so, so gorgeous, and kind, and sensual, and they were spending that time with him so intimately.

Roderic stopped choking down his noises, letting his soft sounds of pleasure leak out in small grunts and moans. Kasey kissed his neck, then licked his Adam's apple, murmuring into his skin how much they enjoyed hearing him. They let their own soft sighs mix with his. That was the end of him.

The pressure in the pit of his stomach reached its tipping point and Roderic quickly pinched his cock to pull out as he had promised. Kasey felt his hand bump against their pelvis and lifted enough for Roderic to fall out of their pussy while he grabbed himself and tugged his dick towards his abdomen. Kasey stood above Roderic on their knees, looking down on him while his seed spilled across his stomach. It was an evocative sight the way the daylight caught his cum making it look shiny and smooth. Thick enough that it barely tried to ooze down his abs as he sat there panting.

[dyns33]

Upon a dream

Dream x reader, being idiots, as always 

Morpheus was truly the best boyfriend in the world. Romantic, poetic, attentive, tender, passionate.

If he had been real, he would have been truly wonderful.

But unfortunately such a perfect man couldn't exist, and so it was normal that Y/N only met him in her dreams.

During one of her nocturnal wanderings, she had found herself in a huge library, his library, and even if he had been surprised to find her there, he had not chased her away, allowing her to explore, showing her the castle, chatting at length with her.

It had been a beautiful dream, which she thought she would quickly forget. But she had dreamed of him again the following night, then every other night.

She was trying to convince herself that it was no big deal.

Her life wasn't so terrible, she had her family, her friends, her job, her hobbies. There were plenty of people who remained celibate all their lives and were perfectly happy being alone in front of the television, eating ice cream and imagining an ideal lover who would visit them in their sleep.

Nothing special.

           "My love, you seem troubled tonight. Far from me. Are you alright ?"

           "Yes, Morpheus. Excuse me, I'm just tired." Y/N apologized with a smile, snuggling into his arms to forget her worries, and the fact that he wouldn't be there when she woke up.

           "Good. That's what I'm here for. You can rest in peace, I'm watching over you. What do you want to do, my love ? Lucienne would be happy to show you new books, Cain and Abel wish to tell new stories, Matthew asks for gossip from the waking world. We can also walk in the gardens, travel to the other side of the galaxy, or stay in bed. Tell me, my love, I am at your command."

           "You're adorable. Anything is fine with me, as long as we do it together."

           "My sweet." he whispered, kissing her.

As always, it was difficult for Y/N when she opened her eyes and found herself in her bedroom, alone, in her cold bed, just like when she went to sleep.

It was absurd, she repeated it to herself every time she was about to fall asleep, but a simple dream managed to make her feel things she had never felt in her entire existence. The human brain could really be fascinating. And dangerous.

Depressing.

Because even if she was terribly happy when she was with Morpheus, she was just as sad when she left him and returned to reality.

Several times, she had thought of talking to a doctor about it. To find a solution. But Y/N didn't really see what it was going to solve.

They were only going to tell her that she felt lonely, which she already knew, and that her dreams were trying to fill that void.

The only thing she could do was seek the company of real people when she was awake.

It was not easy.

If Y/N had been able to get a real boyfriend, she would have done it a long time ago.

And it was worse now, because no one could ever be as good as Morpheus. She was really in love with him.

In love with a dream, it was really depressing.

There was also this ridiculous idea in the back of her head, which kept telling her that it wouldn't be very proper to cheat on him. Even if he didn't exist.

He didn't exist. Morpheus didn't exist, he wasn't waiting for her in her dreams every night, he would never magically appear in front of her, and if he loved her, then he would understand that she was looking for someone to spend her life with.

After asking her friends for advice, one of them offered to introduce her to a charming man, with whom she could get along well. It was less risky than meeting a stranger, because they could tell he was a good person.

And if she didn't like him, it would be fine, she would find other suitors.

Désiré was indeed a charming man. Funny, kind, seductive. But during the whole evening they spent together, Y/N only thought of Morpheus.

When their hands touched at the end of the meal, she quickly pulled it away apologetically. He looked a little offended, but he didn't say anything, forcing a smile.

           "It seems to me that I am not up to it." he sighed when it was time to part ways. "I don't like to lose, but I know when I'm not... wanted. Which doesn't happen often. He's lucky. He doesn't deserve it."

           "... I don't understand what you are talking about."

           "Oh, darling. I think that's the part I find the funniest. He'll be pissed that we had dinner together, but I can't imagine his reaction at all when he finds out why we had dinner together. "

           "It's late, I have to go home."

           "You're right. Sweet dreams." he purred, throwing a kiss at her.

Y/N did not try to understand what Désiré had meant. No doubt he had drunk too much alcohol during the meal, and he had guessed that there was someone else in her heart.

Going to bed, she relaxed thinking that she was finally going to find Morpheus and his marvellous kingdom, after this long day.

The throne room was horribly empty and cold when she materialized there. Sitting on the steps of his huge staircase, Morpheus watched her with an impassive face.

           "How was my brother-sister ?"

           "... Your what ?"

           "Desire. You were with them all night. At first I thought I had to step in, that they were going to try to hurt you, but... Matthew told me you asked to have dinner with them. A "date". You asked your friends to find you a 'date', several 'dates'. So I'm not enough for you ? You don't love me anymore ? Are you making fun of me ?"

           "Morpheus." she sighed sadly. "Of course I love you. I love you more than anything."

           "But not enough to be faithful."

           "Oh, I knew my mind would go to that ground, it's really not fair."

           "... Your mind ?" he repeated slowly.

           "Listen, I love you. But you're not real. It's just a dream. I can't wake up every morning to be reminded that this isn't true, that I'm alone, not loved, and the only times I feel some joy are during my sleep, with a being that my subconscious has invented. You are perfect, and the more time I spend with you, in this fabulous world, the more I cut myself of the real world. It's not healthy."

           “It is true that it is not good for mortals to live in the Dream. But that does not mean that it is not real. That we are not real. You... You really don't know who I am ? You really don't know it's not just a dream ? It's never just a dream."

           "Morpheus... Don't make me hope in vain."

           "I told you to go on dates in the waking world, boss. Just because you always say you exist doesn't mean the lady is going to believe it's true."

The little raven trembled a bit when his master looked at him, flying away to rest on Y/N's shoulder, where he would be safe, for the moment.

           "Maybe I should have listened to you, Matthew. But it's not too late. Desire also showed me that our love was strong, they couldn't do anything against it. I just have to make up for my mistake."

Slowly, Morpheus stood up, approaching Y/N, who didn't know what to make of this dream. It really wasn't like the other nights.

He caressed her cheek tenderly, before kissing her like every time she was going to have to leave soon.

           "When you wake up my love, I'll be there and you won't have any reason to be sad, or look for another partner."

           "Don't make me..."

           "This dream is over."

Jumping up in bed, Y/N first looked at the window, seeing that it was still dark. She then looked at the time, which made her sigh. It was still very late.

           "Good evening my love."

This time, in addition to jumping, she screamed, falling off her bed. Immediately, a man came running to her side, asking her if she was alright and helping her to sit on the mattress. He had the voice of Morpheus. And his face.

No, it was impossible.

           "Well done, boss. Subtle. She wasn't scared at all."

           "Silence, Matthew. My love, forgive me, I told you I would be here."

           "... I'm still dreaming ?"

           "No."

           "So this is it, I'm crazy."

           "You are not in my younger sister's domain, I can assure you. I should have explained a lot about myself to you more clearly, I should have visited you in the waking world earlier. We were so happy I was not thinking, as soon as you appeared in front of me I only wanted to be with you and I did not see that I was hurting you. I apologize. My love, I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, king of dreams and nightmares, prince of stories, and I am very real."

           "... You are real." she said softly, touching his face to make sure he really wasn't an illusion. He closed his eyes when her fingers touched his skin, turning to make them pass on his lips. "All this time, you've been real. And I almost dated another man. You must hate me."

           "I wasn't thrilled by this news, but there was a misunderstanding, so I forgive you, if you promise me never to do this again, and to stay away from Desire."

           "His name is Désiré, and okay."

           "Desire is my brother sister, my sibling. Another Endless. They wanted to have fun with you, at my expense, but your feelings were strong and sincere, preventing them from manipulating you, and proving to me that I had no reason to be jealous."

           "But you were still a little jealous."

           "No."

           "Boss." muttered the raven, poking its head out of its creator's cloak. "Boss, you're really bad with girls. You always have to say yes. Yes I'm jealous, but I trust you, I love you, I don't deserve you and I'll do anything to be worthy of..."

           "Thanks Matthew, you can go back to the Dreaming now."

           "I'm a good wingman, I think it's safer if I stay."

           "My love and I are together for the first time in the waking world, at night, in her room, on her bed."

           "... See you, boss ! Madam ! Be good !"

The raven disappeared back into the cloak. Morpheus waited a few moments, as if wanting to make sure he was gone, before laying sensually on top of her, suddenly looking a bit taller, his shadow enveloping the entire room as a sort of purr emanated from him. Y/N wondered if she was really awake.

           "So, my love, what do you want to do ?" he asked, as he asked her every night.

           "Hmm... I'm too tired to go out. It's a little late to read, watch a movie or even dance. So what could we do ?"

           "What, indeed ?"

           "Is the king of dreams sleeping ? Is he dreaming ?"

           "No, and no. But I think about you all the time, to the point that it interferes with my work. A lot of people often dreamed of you, because I wasn't concentrating enough."

           "Are you willing to sleep with me ? I mean, sleep sleep. I'm really tired. But if you're here tomorrow morning... You know."

           "It would be an honour for me to watch over you while you sleep. I already do it every night, but to hold you in my arms while you are asleep. It is the most beautiful proof of love and trust. Not many people realize that there is nothing more vulnerable than a sleeping being. Thank you for this gift, my love."

Smiling, Y/N snuggled up to him after being settled under the covers. She would have liked to listen to his heart before falling asleep, but obviously he had none. He didn't need it, he wasn't human.

They would talk about that later, and the consequences that implied.

But now she was tired, and happy that Morpheus was really there, in her bed.

           "Are you really not going to sleep ?"

           "No. I'm going to beg my father for the night to pass faster, so that it's morning and we… You know."

Y/N would also ask him about his strange family when she was better awake. In the meantime, she fell asleep peacefully in the arms of Morpheus, who sang her a lullaby while stroking her hair.

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

The Willingly Unwilling

A/N: This was meant to be a short thing about Astarion using the invisiblity spell for innapropiate means, and delved into an Ascended Astarion, Consort Gale situation

The Willingly Unwilling

“I’m bored.” 

“So you’ve said.” 

“Aren’t you going to do something about it?” 

“I am slightly busy if you hadn’t noticed,” Gale motioned to the books strewn about the table. The parchment filled with his scrawl. The various ingredients. 

Astarion came up behind him and put his hands on his shoulder, slowly he ran them down the length of Gale’s chest, nails scraping the thin material of his shirt. 

“I’m all for having a hobby pet, it’s good to keep yourself occupied but as I said. I. Am. Bored,” he leaned over Gale now, chest pressed against the wizard's back. 

Gale shivered and spread his legs almost automatically as the vampire’s fingers began to knead the flesh of his thighs through his linen pants. 

“I’m nearly finished,” Gale licked his lips. “You promised-” 

“Agreed.” 

“Promised,” Gale repeated. “That I could have time out of the day to do what I wanted, and you would let me.” 

Astarion huffed. “You were playing dirty when I agreed to that.”

“You didn’t agree, you promised,” Gale reached for his quill. “And I’m almost done. We can do whatever you want after I finish.” 

“Perhaps it’s good I didn’t make any more spawn,” Astarion sat back but scraped Gale’s scalp with his nails. “Your stubbornness might rub off on them.” 

Gale leaned his head back at the touch and felt the cold press of lips, sharp fangs along the column of his throat. They were dragged teasingly against the skin before Astarion severed all contact. 

“Fine. I’ll find some other way to entertain myself,” Astarion left the room and Gale rubbed the back of his neck.  

He waved his hand and the door shut behind him. A quick flick of his wrist and a muttered spell and the doors lockeded. Astarion’s displeasure is palpable. 

Gale set the quill down and runs a hand through his hair. He’d lost track of how much time had passed, how long they’d been together in this, gods whatever it was. Everything leading to now felt as if it’d happened simultaneously merely weeks ago as opposed to months, when he first agreed to visit Astarion, to the newly named Ancunin Palace. Astarion had taken a gleeful delight yanking the plaque that adorned the large columns outside the iron gates and breaking it over his knee. 

When Gale had first arrived the palace was nearly stripped bare from the inside. 

“I can’t very well cement my place if everything reeks of old,” Astarion had told him. “So, I gathered everything that belonged to Cazador, minus the jewels and the gold, took it all outside and burned it.” 

Astarion hummed. “I even dusted off a few bottles of wine and enjoyed the little bonfire with a drink or two.” 

“Out with the old, in with the new as they say, no?” 

“Exactly!” Astarion whirled around and grinned at him. “When I said I was going to be better than Cazador, I meant it in every possible way. Just because we are the undead does not mean we must live and dress the part. He had no real sense of taste the more I thought about it.” 

“Astarion, why am I here?” Gale tried not to watch as a servant carried an armful of bloody bedding. 

“Because I asked you to come,” Astarion answered. 

“Yes, I understand, but your letter said that you needed something from me. Help or…or-”

“Help?” Astarion cocked his head to the side. “Nowhere in my letter did I state I needed help.” 

“Assistance then,” Gale replied. 

“Mmm no, no assistance, I’ve plenty of thralls roaming the halls,” Astarion mused. “I don’t need help and I don’t need assistance.” 

“Then why am I here?” Gale tried again. 

“Because I want you here,” Astarion had said. “Because I want your company. Because I want to talk to you, watch you. See you. We are friends, aren’t we Gale?” 

And Gale, like the fool he was, took his words at face value. He tried to keep his visit short, but then Astarion would look at him with those eyes. He’d pour Gale another glass of wine, or brandy, or tea. 

He’d find another book in the palace’s vast library. 

“When I saw it, I wondered how long it’d take you to read every single volume,” Astarion mused. 

The second time he tried to leave, citing his work and his research and wanting to write down his account of their journey Astarion had given him the office with the elevator. 

“I have no use for it,” Astarion shrugged, holding out the key. “Consider it yours to do with as you see fit. No one but you and I shall have the keys.” 

“Are you quite sure?” Gale asked. 

“Of course,” Astarion smiled. “I want you to enjoy yourself while you are here….You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?” 

“I am,” Gale answered.

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[lovelycleon]

Hello there

I recently had a horrific argument because some people can’t let a ship just be a ship. I genuinely have my fun and love for Cleon and it getting attacked was too much. However the person I got into a fight with also told me to count up 3 reasons why they should work. And I couldn’t believe that I had to think about it and it took longer than it should have. Out of curiosity…if you had to count up three reasons what would it be?

Hello!

I'm pretty sure I've already answered a question like this at some point, or at least the answer is spread out somewhere in several of my posts over the last 3 years.

But don't worry, I will try to make a short summary of the 3 things about Cleon that would make them work as a couple:

1.They have a lot in common.

Although their work occupies most of Leon and Claire's lives, through the franchise they have shown very similar everyday interests and hobbies:

Such as love for motorcycles. Capcom made Leon and Claire the official bikers of the franchise, always putting little references here and there in games and movies;

Their whole style. The taste for custom leather jackets, obviously, but also many other alternative outfits. Believe me, of almost all of Claire's costumes, Leon has one somewhere to match.

Even the same kind of sense of humor, with similar one liners, bad good jokes and literary references that I posted here many times before;

It would be easy to imagine what their life together would be like outside of work, on a daily basis with so much in common and the banter they have when they are together.

2.They have the same morals.

Despite following different paths in the fight against bioterrorism, Leon and Claire carry the same code on how to act in certain situations:

Like the idea that both have already stated about not giving up the fight in the name of their comrades who died alongside them (Damnation, Heavenly Island);

The strong will to protect those in need, like Sherry, Ashley and others, no matter how impossible the mission seems or what has to be done;

Not blindly believing in something and always questioning and digging deep when something doesn't feel right (Degeneration, Infinite Darkness);

Trying to understand all sides of the situation and even sympathizing with some of the villains they faced (Annette, Rodrigo, Jason, Buddy, Dr. Taylor and more);

Along with many others, sharing these characteristics can bring stability to their relationship. Having them always on the same page, knowing what each one stands for.

3.They can understand each other.

Besides the shared trauma in Raccoon City, Leon and Claire went through very similar traumatic events even on different missions years apart and, in one way or another, felt the same type of pain:

Being kidnapped, infected and subjected to a race against time to save themselves and others (RE4 and REvelations 2);

Having to see their superiors whom they trusted (and are somewhat emotionally involved) become monsters obsessed with power. (Neil and Krauser)

Being used, mistreated and framed... Leon by the government and its corruption; Claire (along with terrasave) by willpharma and later on by Neil and the FBC;

Witnessing friends sacrifice themselves for them... some even in a very similar way: like Gabe and Mike exploding in a helicopter while Claire and Leon can only watch;

Don't get me wrong, a lot of RE characters have trauma and they all can bond through that, it's undeniable. But here, about Leon and Claire, I'm not just talking about "what happened and their reaction", but also HOW it happened and the physical and psychological similarities of each event for them. As if the narrative chooses to create parallels between them.

And this opens the door for a deep interactions (like the one in Degeneration) that can add new layers to their relationship and find comfort in each other.

Now just let me give you a little bonus (because I would like to write a lot more, but that is already too far from the short summary I promised)

4.Their amazing chemistry.

Haters will always try to deny it (and that's expected since they are haters), but the chemistry between Leon and Claire is great.

Not just the way they look and smile at each other, but how they act together and how they care for each other. I mean, Capcom didn't write scenes like Claire's big smile when she sees that Leon is okay, or Leon giving up of himself for Claire's safety, or them flirting cracking jokes in the middle of a zombie outbreak, or running and screaming each of their name in despair as soon as they see the other is injured for nothing.

It's to highlight their chemistry. The chemistry they are writing for Cleon.

Again, haters will always deny it, because it's inconvenient for them, but it's there.

Leon and Claire love and care for each other deeply, they can have fun hobbies, overcome hardships and find comfort together. The entire basis for a healthy relationship is there, written by the devs at Capcom themselves.

We just need to wait and see what they do with it.