#and nothing at all felt like an alluring thing to do and even most music couldn't cheer me up

[seaofreverie]

Anyway.... Back to what I was pondering earlier today... It's been 4 months but I'm still as deeply obsessed with Exotic Creatures of the Deep as at the very start

[mechaknight-98]

Human Resources (NSFW) FT Hyewon Kang

You were working on tightening up Leo's datasheet when Hyewon's teams' message popped up in your feed. You ignored it until you finished cleaning up the datasheet. after that, you read Hyewon's message carefully.

"Hey, can you come to my office? I need to talk to you about something." The message read, and your heart sank. You knew Hyewon, or as you used to call her, Hyem. When you first started working at this company, she was your first friend, the one who made the daunting transition into a new job feel manageable. But then the big boss—the dreaded Miyawaki—made a very expedited decree that there would be no "special associations at work." That all but killed your budding relationship with the HR specialist.

You avoided her with all your might after that. No more talking about shared musical tastes or the latest anime; it was just "Hi" and "Bye." It was rough, but you endured it. Rules were rules, after all. Although increasingly, it felt like it was more rules for them and not for me, as an increasing number of your coworkers became engaged in "special associations."

You arrive in Hyewon's office after narrowly avoiding Leo, and Nako making out in the office of his door. "So much for professionalism," you mutter as you turn a corner. Before you cross the threshold you hear from down the hall.

"Yes fuck my pussy," being yelled/moaned by the Event coordinator Yena and your friend Levi. You grimaced as another one of your friends fell to this almost permeable lust that had taken everyone over, but hey at least they're not as bad as Eunbi and Izzy because that is the last time you work on a Saturday. Hesitantly you open the door and see Hyewon and she looks pissed. her pretty face is contorted in an annoyed grimace that leaves you worried.

"Hey Hyewon," you say hesitantly hoping to ameliorate whatever has her so livid, but you'd be remiss if you didn't mention how her anger was such a turn-on. it was the fourth thing you two bonded over, both of you were chaos gremlins who reveled in indignation.

when she hears your voice she looks up at you with a pleasant smile before saying, "Oh good you're here. Close the door." you do as she says and sit in the chairs across her desk as she sits in her chair.

"I suppose you're wondering why I messaged you to come in," Hyewon said calmly.

you are about to speak but are interrupted when you hear a familiar voice moan,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, make me cum daddy," you recognize the voice, and you are livid.

"that arrogant and egotistical bitch." you say. You can feel a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. Her passion, her fire—it’s one of the things you admire, and miss most about her. "Yeah, that sounds pretty typical," you reply, trying to keep your tone soothing yet acknowledging the absurdity. "It’s like they get off on making our lives difficult."

Hyewon’s eyes narrow, her irritation still palpable but now mixed with a hint of amusement. "Exactly! And they don't even follow their own rules. If I have to hear about another office romance getting special treatment while we’re here drowning in work because we follow the rules, I might scream. Especially since Sakura can't keep her hands off what's his name?"

"Momotaro" You answer.

"Thanks, sweetie," Hyewon says in a tone that's both adorable and alluring. you sit in your chair trying to hide your growing erection. Hyewon doesn't seem to notice.

Hyewon takes a deep breath, her fingers tapping lightly on her desk. "I know things have been... different between us since Miyawaki's decree. I hate how it affected our friendship."

You nod, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Yeah, it’s been tough. I miss our talks."

"Me too," she says, her voice softer now. "But, I noticed something lately. A lot of our coworkers seem to be ignoring that rule, and nothing's happened to them. It seems unfair that we had to stop being friends because of it."

You lean back in your chair, considering her words. "I've noticed that too. It's like the rules only apply to some people, and it doesn't seem right."

Hyewon nods vigorously. "Exactly. And I was thinking... maybe it's time we stopped letting it dictate our friendship. If others can have their 'special associations' without consequence, why should we be any different?"

A spark of hope ignites within you. "You think we can just... go back to how things were?"

"I do," she says firmly. "But more than that, I want us to catch up properly. There's a lot we've missed out on. I was wondering if you'd like to go grab lunch with me today. We can talk about everything—anime, music, life."

"Great," Hyewon says, her smile mirroring yours. "Let's meet at noon and catch up properly."

"Hell yeah, screw her. Hell, let's get lunch right now. Since the whole office is entangled in each other right now," you respond with a grin.

Hyewon smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she grabs her coat and mask. "Sounds like a plan." The two of you head to her car and hop in. She speeds off towards the Korean BBQ place you two were supposed to go to a year ago before everything got complicated.

On the way there, you both fall into a comfortable conversation, the familiarity of old friends making the time fly by.

"So when did Momo and Kura become a thing?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

Hyewon chuckles, shaking her head. "I don't know exactly, but I think they started getting closer about two and a half weeks ago. That's when I noticed a change in their interactions. They started using nicknames and having more one-on-one meetings."

You raise an eyebrow. "Nicknames? Really? That's bold, even for them."

"Yeah, it's like they're not even trying to hide it," Hyewon says with a scoff. "I mean, good for them, I guess, but it’s just so hypocritical. Miyawaki's decree doesn't apply to them."

"Of course not," you agree, rolling your eyes. "It's like there's one set of rules for them and another for the rest of us."

"You know three days ago I caught her giving him a blowjob in her office after she has scheduled a meeting with me to discuss my relationship with you."

"That's such bullshit," you affirm. Hyewon nods.

At the restaurant, the two of you finally have a chance to catch up after nearly a year apart. The ambiance is cozy, with soft lighting and a low hum of conversation filling the air. You settle into a booth by the window, and the familiar scent of grilled food and fresh coffee instantly makes you feel at ease.

"So, what have you been up to?" Hyewon asks, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she takes a sip of her iced tea.

You smile, thinking back over the past year. "Honestly, just the usual grind. But I did get into a few new shows. Have you seen Elric of Melibone?"

Hyewon's face lights up. "Yes! It's amazing, right? I love the way they adapted the books. Henry Cavill as Elric is just perfect."

"I know, right?" you say, leaning forward. "The storytelling is fantastic. And the fight scenes! The choreography is just insane."

Hyewon nods enthusiastically. "Totally. Oh, and I've been watching Demon Slayer. The animation is out of this world. Have you seen it?"

"I have! The colors, the details, everything is just so beautiful. Plus, the story is gripping. I can't wait for the next season."

The conversation flows effortlessly as you both delve into the different shows and anime you've been enjoying. It's as if no time has passed at all. You talk about the latest season of Stranger Things, the mind-bending twists in Westworld, and the nostalgic joy of rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender.

"Do you remember how we used to binge-watch Naruto back after work to avoid traffic when we started?" Hyewon reminisces with a laugh. "We'd stay up all night just to see what happened next."

You chuckle, nodding. "Of course! And we had those ridiculous debates about who was the strongest character. Good times."

The waiter comes by to refill your drinks and take your orders, and you continue to chat about your favorite episodes and characters. The restaurant gradually empties as the evening progresses, but you hardly notice, lost in conversation.

By the time you both decide to head back to the office, the sun has dipped below noon, casting long shadows across the pavement. The walk back is filled with more laughter and stories, and it feels like no time has passed since you last hung out.

When the two of you get back to the office, it's empty. The usual bustle and noise are replaced by an almost eerie silence, the kind that only happens when everyone else has left for the day.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves," you remark, flipping on the lights.

"I wonder where everyone went," Hyewon says sarcastically, knowing the two of you would be here alone until the end of the business day. She rolls her eyes as she glances around the empty office, the desks barren and the usual hum of chatter conspicuously absent.

"Probably off doing stuff," you reply with a smirk, shaking your head. "It's like Valentine's Day came early or something."

Hyewon snorts her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Right? It's not like we have a ton of work to get through or anything." Her sarcasm is as sharp as ever, and you can't help but laugh.

Since you have the office to yourselves, the two of you decide to take advantage of the peace and quiet. You gather your work laptops and head into the conference room, setting up to watch Attack on Titan from the beginning together.

As the first episode starts, you both dive into your tasks, the sound of Eren's declarations of vengeance serves as hype background noise. The rhythm of work and anime is oddly comforting. You blaze through spreadsheets and reports, pausing only when a particularly intense scene demands your full attention.

During a mini-break, Hyewon leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. "You know," she muses, "I bet all those couples are out there spending a fortune on overpriced dinners and romantic getaways, while we're here getting stuff done and watching some of the best anime ever made."

You chuckle, nodding in agreement. "We are doing better. Plus, no distractions from people asking about our weekend plans or trying to set us up with their single friends."

"Ugh, exactly," Hyewon groans, rolling her eyes dramatically. "If I hear one more story about someone's perfect date, I might just scream."

The two of you share a knowing look, bonded by your mutual disdain for the forced romanticism that seems to have overtaken your colleagues. Another episode ends, and you both get back to work, the sound of keystrokes mingling with the anime's soundtrack.

By the end of the shift, you've not only finished half a season but also completed four days' worth of work. Hyewon shuts her laptop with a satisfied sigh. "See? Who needs romantic distractions when we've got Titans to slay and work to conquer?"

You nod, feeling a sense of camaraderie and accomplishment. "Exactly. Same time tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," Hyewon grins, standing up and stretching again. "Let's see if we can finish the season and clear out the rest of the week's tasks."

You smiled as you nodded. While everyone else was off chasing romance, you and Hyewon had created your own little sanctuary of productivity and anime, and it was perfect. Before you get too invested you take a look at your watch.

"Oh shit it's 5 pm Already," you say looking at your watch. you groan. you should have left three hours ago but being here with Hyewon made the time fly by. you begin to pack up for the day but Hyewon has other plans. She gets up from her office chair and pulls you into a competition of who has the strongest tongue. She wins due to the element of surprise as you clumsily accept her kiss. when she breaks the kiss she looks at you with lust.

"You know what we should do?" she says

"Hang out at your place so I don't have to drive home and be stuck in 3-hour traffic?" Hyewon smiles.

"Yes that, but also we should fuck in Sakura's office as payback." Hyewon proposes. you nod and smile wickedly. the two of you walk up to Sakura's office. the golden hour shades Hyewon in an almost godly glow. you smile watching her.

"What?" she says bashfully as she catches your gaze. you laugh and say,

"I can't look at my beautiful girlfriend now?" Hyewon blushes at your words before lifting her sun dress's straps off her shoulders showing her toned and fit body.

"God I should go to the gym," you note. Hyewon shakes her head as she pulls you in for a kiss.

"and get rid of all this beefcake. I don't think so," Hyewon asserted before kissing you. Your hands run up and down her thighs, as I try to figure out what to do with my hands before Hyewon confidently puts them on her breasts. She breaks the kiss and begins to suck around your collarbone and neck.

"I want everyone in this office to know you're mine now, and there's nothing they can do because if they complain all I'll say is. I can file a complaint but I will have to report your indiscretions around Mrs. Miyawaki's policy as well." Hyewon declared before taking you into another kiss. you smiled as she began to grind her clothed pussy toward you. you moan into the kiss.

"Oh darling you're so hard for me. I love it. I have been thinking about this all morning."

You smile and say, "Oh really you dirty girl." Hyewon smiles before turning around and inviting you to pound her pussy. You don't even think twice as you strip out of your office clothes and plunge right into her. her wet cunt readily accepts your intrusion as Hyewon moans.

"Fuck your fat cock is filling me so well." you smile as you begin to thrust into her the indignation both of you felt about this stupid situation has you reeling as you pound into her pussy relentlessly. Hyewon moans enraptured by your cock as she takes it.

"yes, yes, yes. I'm close." Hyewon moans through your fervent and frustrated thrust. the both of you needed this. needed to defile your bitch of a boss's office so when she came you knew to push her onto your boss's desk as she squirted all over the wood and metal. when she was done she smeared all of her cum over the desk and made sure it was fully absorbed before going back to you.

"I want you to finish in her chair so when she comes in tomorrow she's bombarded by the smell of our sex," she says you smile at her dark little heart's desire and follow her as she guides you by the dick. she begins to stroke you while she whispers the most evil words of encouragement,

"Please cum. make her wallow in our sex. make her pay for separating us for a year and a half. Make her pay for all the times we could have movie dates, or gone to stay in nights just playing video games together. make her pay for all the stolen orgasms we could have had together. make her pay for all the time lost." her words are so enticing that your cum races out as your orgasm hits you like a train and your cum plasters her chair. Hyewon smiles and gestures for you to get both of y'all's clothes. while the two of you get dressed Hyewon says.

"I guess now you can officially say "HR has fucked me" like everyone else does" You laugh at Hyewon's terrible joke before going back to her place for the night.

[mythorhuman]

When We Sleep

“There you are, my love.” Klaus welcomed her with a heated kiss. 

“Where else would I be?” flirted Bonnie with a seductive grin. Like a good gentleman, Klaus offered her his arm and she took it easily. It was a familiar motion. Walking with the man she loved always felt right. 

“I am always flattered that you choose to spend your nights with me,” crooned Klaus. His girl was a stunner and no other could compare. She radiated light even in her little black dress. Bonnie had every reason to avoid him, yet she chose Klaus over the rest. He wouldn't take it for granted. 

Klaus led her away from the smoky entrance and toward the bar where he ordered her a drink. He always knew what she wanted. Somehow, the man she'd known for a short while, knew more about her than those she called family. “If I'm being honest, I prefer your company to that of the others,” praised Bonnie.

“I am honored to have the privilege of showing you a good time.”

“The music is incredible tonight.”

“I knew you'd be eager to hear it.” His Bonnie was quite the dancer. Once she knocked back her drink, he extended a hand to escort her onto the dance floor as a slower tune played. 

“The music is one of the best things about this time,” grinned Bonnie as she swayed in her man’s arms. Dance was her secret passion. She’d taken lessons from a young age at a school out of town for she didn't want to compete against her friends. Their competitive nature was too much for her, so she kept her dreams of being a professional performer to herself. That was true until she confided in Klaus.

“Better than the rap music of today?” mused Klaus. 

“Nik, you're breaking character.” Bonnie rolled her eyes. Every dream they shared was different. Together, each night they built a new world where anything was possible. Klaus designed this dream as a do-over for their awful experience at the 1920s dance. 

“My apologies Bonnie. I was distracted by your alluring beauty.”

“You're such a flatterer.”

“Only for you,” grinned Klaus as he spun her quickly before pulling her back into his arms.

Bonnie laid her head on his chest. In these dreams, he had a heartbeat that drummed to the same rhythm as hers. They were connected; mentally, physically, and emotionally. The stolen kisses and secret sleepovers where they made love weren't enough. “I wish it could always be like this between you and me,” whispered Bonnie. 

“You don't like pretending to plot each other's deaths and forging hate for your lover?”

“Lover? Is that what you are to me?”

“Silly terms like ‘boyfriend’ are childish and you aren't ready for ‘husband’ yet,”

Bonnie briefly imagined the wedding. She could see herself in a white veil, holding white roses. Klaus would stand at the end of the aisle but she couldn't picture her friends in the audience. No, they wouldn’t approve. “You want marriage?”

“Only with you,” assured Klaus. He knew what she was thinking. He didn't care for her friends at all, so their approval meant nothing to him. He would be enough for her, but if Bonnie wanted friends, then she could find better ones. She deserved the best and those fools didn't fit the bill.

Holding in a frown, Bonnie said, “You know these dreams are the only place we can be free to love,”

“It doesn't have to be.”

“I have everything to lose if people found out about us and you’d face no backlash whatsoever.”

“You’re right in a way. A lecture from Elijah is nothing like all your friends turning on you.”

“So you understand?” breathed Bonnie. The music continued, but they stood in place at the center of the dance floor while others circled them.

“I understand that they'd want you to be happy if they loved you.”

“They'll see this as a betrayal.” 

Klaus found the notion ridiculous. Bonnie was the most loyal person he’d ever met. If he had a cheating ex, he would have slaughtered them. Despite having the power to destroy her useless friends, Bonnie had chosen to protect them. They continued to hurt her and she let them go unharmed. His love was too kindhearted for her own good. “And I will be there to comfort you,” said Klaus. 

“Promise?” 

“I swear to be there for you, forever and always,” swore the Original Hybrid before he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Think you can dream of a place more private?” she asked trailing a finger down his chest.

“How I love when you get frisky.’

[melodymunson]

Billy Hargrove x fem reader x woman of color (woc) original character oneshot

18+ nsfw no minors allowed. You will be blocked!

Imagine with Older!Billy. (The reader is 21 and the burlesque dancer is the same age. Billy is 30.)

Nothin' but a good time

3.6K words

warnings: 3some, penetrative sex, rim job, blowjob, lesbian sex, strapon, rope, blindfold, use of a strapon (reader receiving), Hitachi wand, Tribbing, and a whip.

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Since graduating high school, Billy Hargrove has become a better person. He was no longer the typical jock who got mad, got into fights, and yelled slurs. After moving out of his dad's place, he studied hard to become a mechanic. The days of him being a prick and racist prone to anger were gone since therapy and some anger management.

The new and improved Billy only liked to be controlling in the bedroom when the mood called for it. With you, he respected your safe words and limits. There was nothing he would do to harm you or bring you any pain. Being together felt right and you met Billy at a hair metal concert.

You and Billy had a tumultuous relationship and romance. He had a tough exterior, but you were inseparable from him since you were in your young 20s. Even though he was 9 years older than you, it was one relationship you were proud of and didn't want to lose. One night, you went to a burlesque club and had a nice evening watching the stunning performers having a night you would never forget together.

The burlesque show experience was lovely and magical, yet different from the strip clubs you would go to with Billy. All the dancers were classy, and the art of the tease was alluring. Going to the burlesque club was your idea and once you and Billy had some drinks for the show, you became acquainted with one of the dancers. She was a beauty with mocha skin, gorgeous brown eyes, long hair, and a voluptuous figure.

Burlesque was the art of the tease and not just a strip show, like most people thought. There were elements to it, not just a provocative show where women got undressed. There was humor, sexually suggestive dialogue, and musical sketches mixed in with the burlesque performance. There were men in the show implementing acrobatics, but one female dancer did so well and you and Billy couldn't take your eyes off her.

Her name was Harmony and her burlesque name Cherry Bomb and she found you to be lovely and Billy charming. After exchanging numbers, you agreed to meet again soon, and you did at a hair metal concert. The concert rocked and Billy had fun moshing while you and Harmony crowd-surfed with some margaritas consumed throughout the show. Soon you were back to her place and had some red wine with Billy.

After the lovely wine, you enjoyed a joint together, shotgunning into each other's mouths, which led to you kissing Billy and then Harmony. The feeling of being high mixed with being drunk and euphoric made you happy in a mellowed-out way. You suggested getting the camera out and having Harmony teach you some burlesque moves as Billy filmed. It was a great time, and you had so much fun learning some burlesque moves.

That night started with a concert and having some simple fun together in a public setting, but would end with a bang. Billy and you had already agreed after meeting Harmony the first time that if the chemistry was there, you would go further and progress things with her. Soon you were making out with Harmony as Billy smoked and enjoyed the show right next to him in the car. What at first started as just innocent touches at first turned into more and the sight made Billy's cock harden in his pants.

Soon you took things to the bedroom and there you were with Harmony and Billy, about to have the best threesome of your life. That night would be one to remember forever and the first of many where you shared other people. At first, you were apprehensive about going into it, but you fully trusted Billy. Your relationship was serious, and you knew no one could come between the two of you.

You had agreed with Harmony and Billy that you would be in a full submissive mood, which suited Billy fine since he was mainly a dom and Harmony was a switch. Harmony was wearing red lingerie, and you were wearing rose gold. Billy looked at you both up and down, his eyes landing on your cleavage as well as hers as her hands roamed over your body.

Candles were lit, and the lights were dim in her bedroom as she showed you her drawer of toys, restraints, ropes, and whips. It was quite an impressive collection, and you were in awe of every item. Billy had some ideas as he took out a black blindfold, a black gag ball, a whip, and some white rope. Harmony's eyes lit up at seeing his choices.

Soon you were on the bed and tied up for them just your hands as Billy sat on the edge of the bed and Harmony had your legs spread, her mouth on your pussy. Still, with your lingerie on, he watched as Harmony's ass wriggled in the air and she finger-fucked you passionately with two fingers as her tongue massaged your clit. Underneath her, you were writhing in ecstasy, your nipples hard as rocks now. The moans coming from your mouth were otherworldly until Billy put a gag ball around your mouth.

"Be quiet, sweetheart. Let her take care of you," he ordered sternly, followed by a smirk.

"Mm, she tastes so good," Harmony boasts as she has her fingers coated in your slick now.

Billy's hand soon moves to her ass, earning mewls from her. You closed your eyes and bucked your hips as her mouth took you expertly. Having her do this for you and please you in this way was otherworldly. There was nothing you wanted more than to cry out her name for her as Billy's cock was now twitching, hardened in his boxers.

Billy took the blindfold and put it over your eyes, then removed the gag ball, wanting you to call out your safe word if necessary.

"That's right, eat that pussy good!" He encouraged Harmony before slapping her ass, causing her to yelp in pleasure.

It didn't faze her all too much though because she went right back to sucking your clit swirling it with her tongue as you moaned. Billy wasted no time putting his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them, instantly swirling his digits with your wet and warm mouth. Her tongue passionately fucked your pussy as her fingers hit your g-spot deeply, causing you to cry out around Billy's fingers.

"Fuck princess, I think you want my tongue, huh?"

You nodded and Harmony ate you out a little more before letting Billy switch places with her. Eagerly, he licked your folds, parting them with his tongue as Harmony watched fingering herself.

"Naughty little pussy. Want you to cum for us!" He bellowed as he slapped your clit.

"Fuck I wanna cum please Billy!" You cried out desperately, not even caring how needy you sounded at this point.

"Mm, good girl, you used your words. Cum all over my tongue and fingers," he demanded gruffly as his tongue and fingers worked in perfect sync.

Billy wasn't one for waiting and he was urging you with a serious tone, already knowing your pretty cunt couldn't resist the combination of his fingers and mouth. Arching your back, your filthy moans and the sounds of pleasure from Harmony fingering her wet pussy echoed off the walls.

"Mm yes, cum for him!" She cried out as she fingered harder and faster, wanting to find her release.

With just a few more licks from Billy, you found yourself cumming over his pretty fingers and whining his name. Billy then removed your blindfold and tapped his fingers on your lips. Eagerly, you sucked his digits clean as Harmony found her release.

"Now kiss each other!" He commanded in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

Eagerly her lips crashed against yours and she tapped her fingers to your lips, having you suck her digits eagerly. The way she tasted was incredible. Billy removed his shirt, pants, and boxers tossing them to the side as you and Harmony undressed completely.

"How about you watch Harmony here suck my cock for a bit as she sits on my face huh princess? And don't worry, I'll free one hand so you can touch yourself."

"Yes, Billy. Of course, sir."

Your words brought a smile to his face as he freed the rope. Soon you had a feeling in your hand again and fingered yourself as you watched Harmony sit on his face. Billy eagerly lapped at her wet cunt, dripping with her slick as she caressed his balls and stroked his shaft.

"Your boyfriend is so big," she complimented before taking him into her mouth and riding his face faster.

"Yes, so big. Love seeing you suck his cock and watching him eat your pussy," you whimpered as you touched yourself using one finger.

Harmony's eyes locked with yours as she sucked him off and gave him immense pleasure. It was incredible to watch, but your achy pussy was desperate and needy. Watching them please each other was sexy, but you were aching for them to offer you some relief. They continued to please each other and get each other off before Harmony stopped sucking him to say.

"Maybe your girlfriend can help me out with your cock, huh?"

Billy slapped her ass in response and fingered her as he came up for air. Wiping his mouth clean, he nodded.

"Sure, now go untie her and both of you can suck my cock!" He bellowed.

Billy's cock was flushed pink, and it was already beading at the tip with pearly pre-cum. Licking your lips as you took him into your mouth, Harmony sucked on one of his balls as he looked down at the both of you and groaned with vigor and lust. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair as he bucked into your mouth, urging you to take more of him. You know exactly how he loved it and wanted to give him the best blowjob ever.

"Yes, that's right, slut, suck it! Don't forget to share, though."

Billy grunted as he bucked his hips, his balls heavy with cum as you sucked him trying your best to fit his huge cock, but couldn't. He tasted so fuckin' good and you wanted to give him immense pleasure.

"Mm, that's right, suck his cock!" Harmony urged as she pumped the part of his shaft you couldn't reach with your mouth.

"Now switch!" He demanded, pulling you off his cock by the root of your hair in his fist.

Harmony took him down slowly, her eyes watering and gagging around his cock as he pumped into her mouth, making her choke and soon adjusting as he guided her on his cock by pulling her hair. You sucked his balls first the right, then the left, making him buck his hips even faster. He pulled her off his cock and then sat up, suddenly getting an idea.

"Okay, now I want to see Harmony fuck you with her strap. Don't forget your safe word, though."

Billy's voice was gruff, and he meant business as he took the nearby black whip and cracked it against the bedpost. As Harmony got up to get the strap on that vibrated, he sat down in the nearby chair close to the bed and stroked his shaft. You got down on your hands and knees, ass up in the air for her. She came up behind you and lubed up the strap, as Billy's eyes locked with yours.

"That's right, sweetheart, let her fuck you good," Billy remarked with a gasp as Harmony adjusted the strap inside of you.

Her hands moved down your back, caressing it until they rested upon your hips leaving crescent-shaped marks there. Leaning in closer to you, she peppered kisses along your backside, then whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl for me."

And with that last remark, she pumped her 8" fake cock inside of you. Harmony gripped your hips tightly, even smacking your ass a little as she made the most pornographic-sounding noises as her strap rested deep inside of your needy cunt, filling you up to the hilt. Billy held the whip tightly, knowing he would use it on you if necessary, especially if you disobeyed any command, and prepared to do his worst. The sounds escaping your lips were filthy as you clenched the duvet covers below you.

"Fuck yes, fuck my pussy hard!" You suddenly screamed as you looked over at Billy.

Practically breathless, she responded by telling you,

"Oh, fuck, you might regret that, princess!" She scolded you as she slapped your ass and picked up her pace, putting her foot on the bed to get a better angle for fucking your tight cunt.

Meanwhile, Billy was stroking his cock and letting the filthiest of moans escape his lips. She was incredible at this and you wondered if she had ever done this to any other girl. You hoped you were her first, though.

"Be sure to thank her for making you feel so good, sweetheart. Use your words wisely," Billy growled, bellowing as he stroked himself harder and then slapped your ass with the whip.

He wasn't too hard with you though and respected your use of your safe word, which was 'maroon'.

"Thank you, miss. Fuck me harder please!" You whined and begged her, wanting to feel her strap hit your G-spot.

"She's in no mood to beg. Is she Billy?" Harmony remarked with a cluck of her tongue as she slows inside you.

"You are right." Billy stopped stroking and walked up to you, slapping your cheek before he hit your backside lightly with the whip.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry, mistress. Please do your worst," you challenged them.

Billy rubbed your clit in harsh circles as Harmony pounded into you again, loving the feel of the vibrations from the toy as she turned it on and you could now feel vibrations as well. It was making your clit ache as you got all this stimulation from the vibrating strap and his fingers. Yours and Harmony's cries were echoing in the room as Billy fingered you. She used her strap with the vibrations at full speed, and Billy stroked his cock simultaneously, watching the show unfold in front of him.

"She loves this fake cock, huh? Maybe we should give her the real thing soon," Harmony muses in between her depraved thrusts into your aching cunt.

"Mm yes. I fuck her as you sit on her face. Use this little whore," he admonishes you in a scolding manner as he tilts your head up with a rough pull of your hair and spits in your mouth.

You were trembling with your eager and high-pitched mewls as they made you overstimulated, wanting you to come undone at the seams for them. Your second orgasm was fast approaching, and they were going to make you wait it out for them. First, you had to be their good little submissive. Pulling out of your cunt, she turns off the vibrator and tosses it aside.

Harmony grabs a Hitachi wand and brings it to the bed as she lies on her back, legs spread. Meanwhile, Billy is tying your arms up behind you with rope. Billy lines his cock up at your entrance and positions your face in front of her pussy as she uses the toy on her clit.

"Now I want to see you eat that pussy and no talking until I tell you to, sweetheart," he gruffly demands before smacking your ass, earning a yelp from you.

As you licked her entrance, separating her folds with your tongue, he pounded into you, not letting you adjust as your tightness clenched around his thick length. His hips thrust into you with reckless abandon as he bottomed out inside his hands, leaving imprints on your ass as he squeezed it.

"Mm yes, that's it. Good little whore eat that clit!" she snarled in pure bliss as the toy made contact with her pussy.

Looking up at her with pleading eyes, you continued to taste her slick heat, panting from the feeling of Billy's perfect cock as you devoured her pretty clit. Billy was getting lost in the ecstasy of it all, seeing you eat her out as he pounded your needy pussy from behind.

"Yeah, that's it. Take my cock and eat that pussy," he spoke in a husky tone as he held your head down against her pussy and bucked into you, harder, groaning in between his thrusts.

This went on for several minutes, you eating out Harmony, earning pretty mewls from her as Billy fucked you so damn good. Billy was closer to cumming, his cock twitching and his tip leaking pre-cum now. Harmony and you were getting close, but Billy still was not done. She tossed the toy to the side and turned it off.

"Mm wanna share that big cock with me?" Harmony begs as she gets close to her release.

"Yes please," you responded before you removed your fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean.

"Turn around princess and let her get on top of you," Billy firmly commanded as he flipped you over on your back.

"Sounds perfect," she remarked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, daddy. I'll share."

Harmony eagerly got on top of you her breasts, pushing against yours as Billy leaned down, spread her cheeks, and licked her ass before licking yours. He alternated between your ass and hers as he pumped his cock with his left hand until your cries satisfied him. Soon he lined himself up at her entrance as she gasped, fully adjusting to his size and whining into your mouth as she kissed you deeply with her tongue, tasting herself in longing as she passionately embraced you. Her soft breasts felt so good flush against your chest.

"God damn, this pussy is tight too, and that ass is delicious!" Billy gruffly declared as he slapped her ass.

You held onto her, caressing the curves of her beautiful and voluptuous breasts. She had such a beautiful body and gorgeous dark skin. The way she was being fucked by Billy was unholy as she latched onto one of your nipples, sucking greedily as she screamed for Billy.

"Yeah, good whore!" He proclaimed, tugging her hair and grunting deeply.

"Yes, so big, Billy. Your monster cock is so fucking amazing!" She practically yelled as he hit her at all the right spots.

Suddenly, he surprised you by having his cock buried balls deep inside of you again. It felt incredible to have him fucking you again, his cock coated in her slick and yours. Billy was truly your God of fuck.

"Billy so good. Love your cock, Daddy! Fuck us hard!" You shouted as his eyes met yours and he smirked.

Harmony's lips moved to your other breast as Billy positioned himself inside of her again and fingered your needy pussy and ass simultaneously. Billy then went right back to fucking you and Harmony's breasts hovered over your mouth.

"Suck slut!" She ordered. "How's that cock feel?"

"Good. S'good," you mumbled as she shoved her breast into your face.

The way you and Harmony were acting turned him on so badly, as Billy was getting closer than ever to spilling his load. He pulled out, turning on the toy to position it in between your pussy and hers, rubbing it against your clits as it worked its magic. The noises you and Harmony were making were practically filthy. Billy was smiling in satisfaction about how he was making you and this beautiful woman feel.

"Mm, now cum for me all over it," he firmly instructed as he increased the pressure by turning up the volume on the toy.

You sucked on her breasts and kneaded them as you rode the toy. Harmony cried out with pure ecstasy as she fucked the toy with reckless abandon. The vibrator felt intense, and you were moaning so loud for Billy as he fucked into her again.

"Billy gonna cum for you!" She cried out in bliss as she came undone at the seams.

Pulling out of her, he fucked you again, going balls deep as they slapped against your cunt. Harmony slapped your breasts and kissed you so deeply as Billy got close to cumming.

"Gonna cum inside you, princess," he warned as he fucked you deeply and Harmony kissed you.

"Yes, daddy cum deep inside of me!" You pleaded with him, your moans so loud, and it was like music to his ears.

Harmony sucked on your neck as Billy was about to ride out his high, making you squirm and scream out for them. The mess he was about to make inside of you was going to be so messy, but you loved being his little cum slut.

"Going to cum!" He screeched as his fingernails left imprints on your hips.

Billy filled you up to the hilt and pulled out his cock, still having some cum on it as Harmony pressed her clit firmly against yours. She wrapped your legs around her waist, getting Billy's cum all over her.

"You need to cum, honey. Come all over, my pretty cunt!" she beckoned as she left marks on your breasts with her mouth.

"So close!" You replied with a pleased hum.

Billy pressed his cock to your lips so you could suck him off and you did greedily take every drop he had, milking him dry. Harmony hit that special spot and made you throw your head back as more screams left your lips.

"Yes! I'm cumming, fuck me, yes!" You wailed as your orgasm crashed over you in remarkable waves as you rode it out.

Soon Billy and you passed out you in between him and Harmony. It was a mind-blowing night and not one you would soon forget. All your carnal desires satiated, and you had the best time of your life. Billy showed his dominant side, and you loved every moment.

More time passed with having Billy and you celebrating more anniversaries so happy together most of the time. There was nothing better than exploring new things with him and you started a sex room together complete with a sybian, restraints in every size and shape, and a sex machine. Sometimes you would bring girls home and he would get off as he watched before putting you in your place for starting without him. No other time compared to the first threesome, but you shared many more partners, like Steve and Eddie. But that's more stories for another time…

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[unrespectful-snake]

" 𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 " Deadpool x reader oneshot

CW: Unspecified relationship, date night with the merc

Experimentally- he was here. Just experimentally. This didn’t mean anything. Two people, one dinner and an endless amount of useless small talk.

He disliked dates.

A sitting duck one word away from death- that’s what he felt like. He tried to shake off the feeling. He really did. He tried oh so very hard. But cmon- have some respect.

A mercenary? On a date? Are you insane?

Though maybe he was the insane one. Because here he fucking was.

Dressed up in the best suit he could find, looking at names of dishes so pathetically fancy it made him sick. Still he was here.

So he continued this stupid stupid ordeal by picking a red wine he knew nothing about.

His legs ached to move. This was so boring he’d rather watch paint dry. He knew everyone said that- but this time it was true. He was really that bored. Really. He was.

Why was he doing this then? Good question.

No matter how much his legs begged him to walk out of the painfully nearby door, he couldn’t. No matter how much he’d love to just fall asleep, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t because he was here.

Had he been waiting for this moment? No.

(Yes)

So a no?

The strange music made his back tense up. Okay strange was a bit unfair- it was classy. He didn’t like how it sounded. How it made him feel as though he should act in a specific way.

The thing he disliked most however was how you seemed to be pulling off the same act effortlessly.

He paid close attention to your movements, how you spoke to the waiters, how light the words you spoke were.

Whenever he said anything it felt like he was sinking into an ocean of French wines and words he didn’t quite understand- when you spoke…well. It was like watching a star.

Not in the cringey cheesy way. In the way where you stare at them from afar and see the chasm between you both. The light years dividing you. It was intimidatingly alluring and exactly what was keeping him chained to his seat.

It was hard to think. It really was. Even harder to say anything other than the impulsive intrusive ramblings that usually just lingered in his head. Now? Currently they were on fire.

(Please keep talking.) to me. (Please keep moving) towards me. (Please keep looking) at me.

Me. Me. Me.

God. He loved being the center of attention. He was a junkie for it. This couldn’t be compared to heroin or coke or alcohol or any other substances that had flowed through his body before.

Desperately he clawed his attention away from his thoughts, wanting to focus his all on the fleeting moment before him. Clutching onto it like an animal. (But that’s all in my head though, isn’t it?) Yes, it is.

It was oh so hard to focus though. Even your words became a part of a strange clutter of noises. A brief extension as to what he was really looking to see, to hear.

For the first time in forever he wanted to hear someone. Listen to them. But not to their voice, no. If he could- he’d enter your mind. Entangle himself in it just as you’d done to him.

He didn’t like dates.

Because now he was sitting like a hunter. Silently watching a duck teetering on the edge of death. As you ask ‘what’s wrong?’ at the man who cannot hear you, he’ll just smirk. You’ll ask over and over, your tone louder and louder each time. You’ll get no answer. And then you’ll leave. And never speak to him again.

Except…you’re not? (Wait- really?) Yes, you’re still here.

The food had arrived long ago but neither one of you is eating. Locked in a gaze. Wait- locked? Does that mean? Yes.

You’re looking back.

He smiled. And took a bite of whatever the hell he had ordered. It was good. Better than anything he’d ever had.

And after a moment, so did you.

He really didn’t like dates. He really didn’t. But he really liked you. So after the date ended, on a high note at 11 past midnight, he sent you a text. One he’d never sent before.

“𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗”

And he got a response he’d never gotten before.

“𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘!”

[jiyeonnnn]

pawn, jsc

pairing | j. sc x m!r

synopsis | years after your debut, you've finally reconnected with someone you once adored. this is the night you re-tie the broken strings of your relationship.

cw | sub!top sungchan, dom!bottom reader, masturbation, dacryphilia, praises, implied fwb to lovers. 680 words (kinda short, but meh)

note: im back

"you're so tense, channie~ relax~" a cold gust of wind ran through sungchan's body pleasantly as you whispered to his ear, fans of your hot breaths hitting his face pulled him to his senses of how close you both are to each other.

he squirmed as he felt your thumb rake over his sensitive, leaking tip. you spat once again on his cock and started jerking his shaft at a seductive pace that left him fucking your fist in a matter of seconds.a chuckle escaped your mouth upon seeing his reaction. he's so goddamn needy.

"you're so fucking needy, y'know, puppy? do those pathetic members of nct not take care of you very well?" a whimper came out of his mouth as you had tightened your grip around the base of his length. your action immediately sent the younger jung into an overdrive of thoughts— failing to form coherent words that only a series of disordered nods were sent to you as a response, afraid that he'll get deprived of his most awaited orgasm since earlier. and it is damn well true, shotaro, ten— heck even the most precious taeyong— weren't enough to satisfy his needs for a warm sheath around his dick.

their moans, actions, and expressions were nothing to sungchan. to him, it all seemed like a disarray of greedy sluts that want nothing from him but his cum. the only thing that kept him going were the imaginations of your poetic, melodic and alluring voice filling up his ears every time he hears those "pathetic sluts", as he'd like to call them, moans every moment he thrusts into them. the curves of their bodies weren't quite well-fitted to his calloused hands that did nothing but hold you anytime back then. it drove him crazy that no one has ever leveled to your craziness of making him feel satisfied every night. you're all that he needs, and vice versa.

"i'm always right here, y'know~ always ready to take care of my precious lil mutt~" his skin crawled the moment your salacious lips went into contact with his jawline, trailing down a path of kisses down to his neck and shoulders, claiming and putting your marks to what belongs to you. jung sungchan is yours and no one else's.

your words have always worked on him, causing an unseemly amount of cum to spout from his tip and coat his belly as he leaned his head on your shoulder for support and murmured your name in a low voice.you chuckled at him. pumping him exquisitely through his high, as a poem of sweet nothings fell out of your mouth before leaving a little kiss on his forehead. "that was quick, my prince," you cooed as sungchan could not hold his embarrassment back; cheeks flushing with a very red tint, soft tears brimming his eyes as he looked at you ever-so-loving.

he, of course, did.

you shifted, and sungchan felt his heart drop to his stomach for a brief moment. his fears were allayed as you began to strip off each article of clothing from your skin, exacerbating his cock to clench erected as you straddled him bare.

"i'm not gonna leave you here like this, hyungie~ y'know i care about my puppy so much~" you cared for him, genuinely. you care about him enough to occupy his thoughts every moment he wakes up, leaving him boggled if he has captured your attention for the week or if you've moved on to another, stringing them along like you've done him.

however— every moment that you're with him, making him the center of the universe that you've both created together, even if it's just for a weekend, a day, hours or an inebriated night at a music platform— he swears it's love. sungchan is deeply in love with you. he doesn't care about his broken pride, his ruined reputation, or even his better judgment; he's happy to be a recurring pawn in your game.

"i love you, channie~ and we have all night for me to prove it to you."

[gaybitchfx]

✰𝓞. 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲✰

you always go to the parties—★

to pluck the feathers of all the birds

★—on your knees

i would not beg you please -beach house

𝓣𝓦: angst, just pure angst, modern au, spelling errors/grammar mistakes, intentional lowercase

✰ DAZAI who was a well known playboy amongst mainly women, yet someway somehow had gotten you, a man, to fall for him. it was surprising yes, but you didn’t bother telling him due to your fear of rejection so you continued to act friendly towards him as usual. but of course seeing him flirt with other women just made your blood boil. but you couldn’t do anything due to him only liking women so in your eyes you didn’t have a chance. but of course your feelings began to bubble up to the surface making it unbearable so you decided to tell him after encouraging yourself for a bit. “you like me?” dazai asked with a raised brow as he looked at your flushed face as you nodded your head. for just a second you had caught a glimpse of disgust written on his face, but it had to be your imagination…right? “well, i like you too (name). you’re a sweet guy.” he said as he took your hand in his, a smile gracing his lips causing s small hiccup to leave your mouth. “you..do?” you asked him, your words a little breathless due to you being so surprised, you thought he would’ve just rejected you instantly. “of course i do, you make my days better. you even shine as bright as a thousand stars, darling.” he said, his voice soft and alluring as he cupped your cheek making you lean into his touch. oh how happy you were to have the one you loved most accept your feelings. but such happiness has to go one way or another, let it be in the future or present.

✰ DAZAI who started off as overly loving to you began to grow more distant as your relationship progressed. you’d catch him glancing at any women that would walk past, but that’s normal, it’s dazai after all. when you first told him how you didn’t like how he was looking at other people he would just scoff and tell you not to worry about anything and how you were being insecure about yourself. and so from that day on you’ve kept all that sadness and angry bottled up since being with him was a one time opportunity, you didn’t want to fuck it up. you loved him too much to be the cause of the break up. all that came crashing down once he took you to some random party he had gotten invited to. once the two of you were there it was like he vanished but you didn’t bother going to look for him so he stood by yourself to the side with a drink in hand looking around. that was until you caught a glimpse of dazai talking to some random women. then he kissed her. a deep passionate kiss. by now you didn’t know how to feel your mind was racing and you felt like you were going to cry as you watched him take her upstairs.

✰ DAZAI who didn’t know np how much he fucked up entirely. by now you were just sitting in a corner, mind blank and numb till he came back with a smile. “there you are, i was looking everywhere for you!” he said with his signature smirk, you felt like you were going to throw up. as he reached to touch you, you slapped his hand away almost instantly catching him by surprise. “what wrong love?” he asked with a nervous laugh as you stood up. not even a second passed when you slapped him and that’s when everything went quiet. the music stopped, the loud talking turned into small whispers and gasps, there were even phone cameras on recording the whole thing. but you didn’t care in the slightest. by now, tears had already flowed down your cheeks like a never ending waterfall as some hiccups left your mouth. “i’ve been nothing but loyal to you, i treated you like you were something of value to me, i made sure i put you first over everyone i knew and this is how you repay me?! cheating on me with some god damn home wrecker?!” you yelled at him as you continued slapping him, letting out all of your frustration, anger, and sadness onto the one you thought loved you back. “i bet you didn’t even love me to begin with!” you said before landing one last hard slap onto his face leaving a red hand print. dazai hadn’t done anything and allowed you to slap him and yell at him, he knew he was in the wrong too. “no..i didn’t truly love you (name)…but please listen to me—” “you keep that mouth of yours shut before i sew it shut!” you shouted at him as you wiped away your tears. “we’re over, i don’t want you texting me, calling me, asking my friends to leave messages for me, none of that shit you understand?! do you fucking understand dazai?!” you screamed at him making him quickly go quiet before he nodded his head. “i understand…” he said, his voice cracking a little as he watched you leave. the others there all looked at dazai as they began to whisper and eventually the music continued and everyone continued talking to one another, but the atmosphere was suffocating.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[dreamsinmoonlight]

From Eden

(This. Would. Not. Go. Away. I had this pop up in my head while on a bus and then it kept bugging me until I wrote it so here it is.

It is a very weird fanfic I feel but it's for us Master fans and we're weird and they're weird so makes sense. It is not for one Master in particular; it is for the seven most notable ones, as noted in the notes. I apologize if you wanted more of one particular Master, I do want to make proper ones later but this needed to be the whole group of them.

This whole thing is set to "From Eden" by Hoizer, specifically the Mahogany Session version; I recommend listening to that song while reading this

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: The Master (Delgado, Crispy, Ainley, Jacobi/War, Simm, Missy, Dhawan), Reader (Time Lord)

Pairing: Master x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: It's a dance, through time, through space, through victories and through defeats. There is so few constants in the universe but you are his.)

It started at one.

He smiled at you in that charming, hypnotic way of his and you felt as if you could trust him to the ends of the universe. You knew deep in your bones that you would and as he offered his hand to you, you took it without a second of hesitation. Those burning eyes of his were upon you and only you; the music played around you and the Tardis hummed along but he seemed only interested in you.

You were his companion, the one and only. There were many for that other bleeding heart, the one who stood against him, the one who kept getting in the way, but you were a singular point and impossible to imitate, if your favorite danger was to be believed. You'd met him more than once, both monster and savior, and you found the man with the suave way of trying to bring upon domination far more interesting.

His smile, his voice, the way he held your hands in his as he danced with you, feeling his touch despite his gloves; his movements were playful but in every step graceful and calculated. There was control to it, to everything he did, and you could not help but trust him to take control, to be in command. Though you knew that the end result could only be trouble. At least you'd face it together.

It went to two.

He was broken, burnt, hurting. And there was a desperation that oozed from each and every pore of a dying body. Regeneration, revenge, survival, destruction, you understood and you followed along still.

But even death had time for a dance. His movements were far more sluggish and stiff, a body that could not move as well, as fast, as easily. But you saw still in his eyes the soul of the man you loved, the spirit of one who could not, would not, be held back by anything, not by imprisonment, not by defeat and surely not by something by as silly and unimportant as death.

The world around you was silent and hurting but you knew all the best ways to make music nevertheless. Though neither of you truly needed it when you were the ones doing it; his body might not be willing to do much but you didn't for a second doubt that he could handle any of this. There was nothing that a monster in the dark couldn't do if he truly tried, if he believed, if he persevered. And this monster certainly would continue on. A new life was not so far away you were sure and though some part of you felt sorry for the one who would be losing out, you really only cared as long as it meant that he would be able to smile and be who he always had been before.

The third lasted.

There was something wild in his eyes and you were uncertain whether to blame the planet you both barely survived escaping. There had always been something in his eyes, an edge of madness, a portion of danger that made your hearts beat all the faster because how you could not be allured by the subtleness in his smile.

But feral was never something you attributed to him before and it made this dance all the stranger and exciting. His hands held you like vices, he pulled you close and in that smile were sharp fangs ready to tear flesh and eat you alive. Yet not a drop of fear beat through your body and you held onto him as he led the dangerous movements of this dance, still controlled and elegant in some far more aggressive way.

He may never be the same, you thought to yourself as you noted the gold to his eyes, and he would never be himself again. He'd been changed in dangerous ways and it was a question not a guarantee that regeneration was coming if he faced it.

But death was ever just a small thing and temporary to him. In those bones that knew that you'd always trusted him, too was the knowledge that it didn't much better to you what changes came.

You smiled and followed him through every step of the dance, holding ever tight to him without fear.

Four came with tragedy.

The universe was burning and it wasn't his fault. The universe was dying and he wasn't the cause. These were strange things to think, to feel, and pain and fear finally found it's way not just into you but into him as well. And it colored those eyes in ways you never imagined.

This could be your last dance together and you both knew it so you were going to make it a good one. The song was the same as it had been at every other junction but it burned into your skin as he held you with a desperation that made you hurt so much.

None of this was your fault; if anyone it was theirs, those monsters who called him a monster, those beasts of stagnation that saw the universe as their toys and as worthless all at the same time. It was that bleeding heart who couldn't bring himself to do what was necessary even if it saved them a lot of heartache.

And now you'd lose your favorite and he'd lose you. But not a word of this passed either lips, held back by the taboo of weakness but you needed no audible words, not when you knew each other as well as you did.

He tried for elegance, as he had done for countless lives, but the wish not to let this actually end turned a waltz into something endless. Every time it could come to the last second he winced and forced the song to start again and you resisted the urge to rest your head against his chest. Because you already could hear his hearts breaking perfectly fine as you were, knowing this couldn't go on. It would end.

It revived in five.

An eternity came and went, in it's wake pain and loss. But fate couldn't keep you apart and you remembered the way the strange desperation in his eyes turned to relief as he forced his way into the hideway on the edge of nowhere you'd locked yourself away in. And though you had not recognized him at first, the way he pressed the pocket watch into your hands and made you open it, the way you felt everything you were meant to be return and the way you immediately realized who he was, who he had always been and always be.

Your mad feral monster and when you spoke his name he smiled with everything he had before doing as you always did, always would. He scooped you up and danced with you, he laughed and told you of what you missed, of the bleeding hearts' acts and his own and what chaos and death and suffering he had wrought. Of the pretty blonde woman he had seduced but oh, never fret, never fear, though he'd truly felt something deep in those broken hearts of his, you were still the one and only true companion to the monster. Proven right by betrayal, by pain and suffering, and he'd nearly burnt himself to death again but he'd won and he'd stolen what he needed from those who hurt him, had always hurt him. And then he came for you. Because you, you were the one good constant in his chaotic vicious cruel existence, and he wanted nothing more than to have you dancing with him once more, loving him despite every act he wrought upon the universe. And this made you feel so loved you forgot about eternity.

Six changed the dance.

She was beautiful, like a rose covered in thorns, like a drop of honey full of poison, like death itself. She smiled and she laughed and she danced about, the skirts of her dress twirling as she did so, her hair a controlled mess upon her head, her eyes glittering with the essence of true madness. And you wanted so bad to press your lips to hers because how could you, the monster's companion, ever, ever resist such a beautiful sight.

Her hand reached out to take yours and you held tight, drawing close and smiling warm as the sun to her ad you joined her. The world was in a tizzy, it always was though whenever she choose to make herself known, and the bleeding hearts would find his way there in no time but there was always time enough for a dance. You two had learned that so long ago that it was less a thought as it was an existence.

Yet something in your hearts told you that things were different, because she didn't seem as keen on the destruction as she was on seeing that troublemaker who always got in her way. Because there was a gentleness you couldn't explain or expect but who were you to ever deny your beloved monster the shards of goodness still left embedded in hearts broken over and over more?

Seven.....Seven....

She died. He woke up. And it seemed like everything had returned to the norm. But there was a childishness and playfulness and giddiness that you knew meant only trouble for the rest of the universe. The bleeding hearts had proven not enough, or maybe the monster had been lacking, but you were biased and you knew this to your core.

He took you by the hand and the song continued to be the same as it had been when he'd been elegant and when he'd been broken.

When he'd been feral and when he'd been afraid.

When he found you again and when she had been almost good.

And in this dance you found all of them, mixed and swirling, and in every way him and every way not. His eyes still burned but they burned in ways different than ever before; he laughed and it was cracks and edges. He schemed and he hoped and he acted and he hurt and killed and destroyed and this time it was his fault, every step of the way. He was the same, he was different, he was himself, he was not.

But still you smiled back at him and you reflected back all the ways you'd changed too, every day you'd spent with him, every time you'd found each other, lost each other, fought the bleeding hearts and every other force against you. And every time you danced.

Still you found, as the music continued, as he held you close, as he smiled and he whispered all his plans, as he tickled your ear with his voice, that one thing had not changed:

You still trusted him to the ends of the universe.

[bagely]

SOMETHING ABOUT... SINCERITY

from my discarded university Au

Roier had been trying to convince him to join his language club for a week, which Missa saw as another silly excuse to skip a few classes for extra credit. All week she had been introducing him to member after member of his blissful club, and today was no exception.

"You're going to love this guy, he's kind of emo like you." Roier said, with that smile that wouldn't leave his face. "Ya'll get to listen to Green Day in the rain or whatever it is you guys do."

"It's alarming the endless new ways you find to insult me." Missa replied. "I'm not going to enter that stupid club."

"you are going to enter Cabron, we're all there, even your brother is in this club" Roier commented with an air of pride. "Do you know how hard it was to convince Spreen? This club has its things, you'll only see if you join."

"I don't want to join the weird social experiment Quackity is doing."

"Social experiment," He repeated as if it were a joke "Quackity can't even count."

Before Missa could reply into the room a person he hadn't seen before entered. The world felt on pause for about two seconds, as if reality would need a second to process his alluring aura.

He sat across from them with a captivating smile, Looking at Roier and then at Missa he introduced himself. "I'm Philza, nice to meet you.. uhm, Roier told me you were thinking of joining our cultural exchange club."

"I..." His mind debated for a second whether to accept, but I already had too many things on my schedule to also add, it wouldn't be a good idea. He simply had to turn down this offer. "Yeah, I'm thinking about it."

'Crap. I'm not thinking, I'm not thinking about anything at all. Why Missa, why' He thought, turning to look at Roier, and feeling like he read his soul Roier smiled, knowing that he won.

The conversation flowed pleasantly as his initial awkwardness was forgotten. Surprisingly his taste in music was indeed similar to Missa's as roier had said, though he still tried not to be persuaded by charisma alone.

"Oh, I must go now." Said philza shortly after they exchanged numbers. Missa nodded slightly disappointed, but Philza smiled at him that gesture infected Missa making him smile as well. "You do have a beautiful smile."

" Thank-what?" was all Missa could say before Philza left the room. Out of nowhere he became conscious of his own breathing.

"Are you joining the club yet?" Roier asked.

"No. Callate - I'm going to class."

Similar little incidents began to happen in spurts. It seemed that at every corner he met Philza, and at first all their conversations were casual almost as if this one himself forgot the ways in which Phil ended their conversations which was usually compliments from Missa's point of view excessive out of nowhere.

The strangest- and most frustrating thing for Missa was that nothing was happening afterwards. If he liked him, he just should ask him out or something but he didn't say anything apart from exaggerated compliments. he had even told him on one occasion, literally; "You're so funny, I have to go now. I love you." And then he was gone - who the FUCK just does that out of nowhere?!

He was starting to wonder if he had started dating at some point and for some reason erased all memory of that moment. Or maybe it was a strange way Roier was trying to manipulate him to get him into his club, which seemed more likely every day.

But there was nothing else to do but confront him. Yes, he just had to wait for the perfect moment.

That came soon enough when he was invited to a party at Quackity's house, to celebrate something from the club which meant Philza would be there, and also alcohol which would be good for courage. The time for the party was not long in coming, and upon arriving at the place he was greeted by Roier.

"Your absurd manipulation ends here." Missa said, as he entered the house.

"Yeah, whatever do you want alcohol? It's in the kitchen." Replied Roier ignoring him.

Missa felt surrendered and automatically went all the way to the kitchen where she grabbed some drinks that the host of the house was preparing.

"Missa! You came! You're finally joining the club?"

"It's not in my plans." Replied the black-haired man to Quackity as he continued to drink. He began to feel the alcohol rising in his head.

It wasn't long before he was intercepted by Philza after he went out of the house to the garden to try to get some air. Alcohol was not a good idea.

"Are you okay?" the blond said approaching him, and checking his face by cupping his cheeks. Philza let out a laugh " you're stunning."

Missa held his breath, staring at him. There was something about Philza that attracted him in an inexplicable way, like an irresistible magnet. Perhaps it was his warm smile, or the way his eyes sparkled with genuine kindness. Or maybe...

Shaking his head, Missa tried to dispel those thoughts. "Why are you always doing this?" he asked as he pushed Philza's hands away from his cheeks that were starting to turn red.

"What are you up to?" Philza asked with that smile that turned his stomach.

"You're confusing me..." He replied, but from his silence he sensed that Philza didn't understand what he was referring to. Which annoyed him. "Do you want a kiss or something? Am I hallucinating? Why are you always fucking flirting!?"

"Flirting?" He started laughing loudly Philza. Missa forcefully stomped on his foot. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was just being sincere."

"Being sincere? Eres pendejo?" Missa felt his hair stand on end, and his face turn redder. Then he looked up into Philza's face who looked totally honest with what he had said. Then Missa started nodding.

"What, what's wrong?"

Missa said nothing and kept nodding as he entered the house again followed by Philza. "Roier!" He started shouting "¡Me uno al maldito club!"

[cilil]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 | 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬

AN: My last one for @feast-of-horns - for now. The Turgon x Caranthir sequel I promised will be coming, just at a later date. Thanks for reading and being patient!

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Námo x Vairë 𓄌 Synopsis: Námo and Vairë try out their own version of predator/prey play. 𓄌 Warnings: Smut, shapeshifting (Námo with female parts) 𓄌 Oneshot (~1k words) | AO3

"You know," Vairë said, spinning silver threads with four of her six hands while a fifth caressed the back of her husband's cool hand. "I have always been fascinated by this feast Oromë is so fond of." 

"Have you now?" Despite his usual neutral tone and posture, there was a faint hint of humour colouring Námo's voice. 

"Indeed." She hummed to herself, watching the motions of her hands as she dwelt on the thought. "We may not be hunters like he and his people are, but I would be lying if I said I couldn't comprehend the satisfaction of..." 

Skillfully, Vairë looped the thread around four index fingers and pulled it taut. 

"...catching something pretty just right." 

Námo observed her with the calm amusement of one who already knew the outcome of the conversation and was merely waiting for it to unfold. 

"I suppose you do, though your prey is both less corporeal and less flighty than Oromë's," he mused. "Yet thus far you speak in riddles. If there is anything you would have of me, you must ask."

"You would make me spell it out and show you, you who knows all and forgets nothing?" Vairë scolded playfully. "But I don't mind." 

Her sixth hand replaced the fifth, clasping Námo's, while the thus freed hand rose to his face. Gently, she turned his head and pulled away his veil. 

"I think I would like to capture you, my beautiful husband." 

Indeed, he was breathtaking underneath his veil, as Vairë thought whenever she removed it. Features too beautiful and ethereal to ever seem as stern and unforgiving as he was often seen, a face frightening only in its irresistible allure and divine grace. 

Námo smiled at her. "You already have. I shall be all yours." 

It was all the encouragement Vairë needed. Her four hands holding the thread spun around hastily, faster than the eye could see, yet with the precision of a true master of her craft. She then threw it at her husband like a net and crooked two index fingers as if to direct it as it wrapped around his wrists like a silvery snare. 

Reminiscent of a spider web, it floated in the air, thrumming with the power of her will and her music, and Námo kept smiling even as his arms were secured in place and his feet lifted off the ground. 

"Wonderful work as always, beloved."

"Thank you." 

Vairë willed the nails on one of her hands to turn into claws and raised it, ready to strike and devour her food like a spider discovering prey in its web. 

"Tell me, what will I find underneath those robes of yours?" she purred. 

"Whatever it is that you wish to find," Námo answered. 

"You already knew that as well, didn't you?" Vairë let out a chuckle, then cut his robes open with vicious efficiency. 

She was going to fix the damage later if she felt like it; there were prettier things she could find for her husband to wear than those plain black robes. 

Námo's fána was, as it had always been, less corporeal than those of other Ainur, almost ephemeral in the way he willed it in and out of existence within the blink of an eye. Some of its features remained ever the same, most importantly his tall, slender figure, his long, almost spindly legs and the ghostly pallor of his smooth, cool skin. Yet other features were ever fluid, changing and shifting at will. 

His hips were narrow as usual, but between his legs Vairë was greeted with the gentle slope of a vulva. Her eyes lit up in excitement — she had desired to bed her husband in such a manner for a while. For even though Námo aligned more with male temper and often presented accordingly, he was just as, if not more beautiful than any lady she had seen. 

"You saw my thoughts," was all Vairë said as she knelt down in front of him to examine. 

"Such is my nature." Námo spread his legs without needing to be prompted. "My flesh exists only for your pleasure, I need it for nought else." 

"At this point you are asking to be devoured."

"Perhaps I am, yes." 

"In that case, I shall." 

Vairë moved closer until she was kneeling between Námo's legs, caressing his thighs as she rested them on her shoulders. When she kissed his folds, she was reminded of a water lily with its petals closed, delicate and hiding its true beauty, and determined to coax it into opening up to her. 

Námo sighed. He was a quiet lover and not prone to outbursts of passion, but Vairë could tell he was sensitive. Almost as if he had never been touched before. Which he had been, though not in this form. The sense of novelty fanned the flames of her desire.

She took hold of his thighs and began to enjoy his new fána. First quick, teasing licks across his folds to explore. Then bolder, dipping her tongue in-between, pushing inside, searching for the sensitive little pearl that would ensure his pleasure. A gasp, a tentative moan. She could feel it now, right against the tip of her tongue. 

Entranced by the wonderful timbre of her husband's voice, Vairë continued. Námo was panting now, trying to adjust to the new sensations he was experiencing. 

Unfortunately for him, his wife wasn't merciful. She could feel his muscles twitching and traces of his arousal leaking out of him, wettening her lips and chin like morning dew. 

Oh how she loved him. Vairë could do this all day. 

Circling her tongue around his pearl, she carefully pushed one finger inside Námo, then two. He was tight but not entirely unused to penetration, he had taken her before in a different shape. 

"Please..." she heard his voice in her mind. 

"You are begging already?" Vairë neither slowed down nor withdrew, instead taking it as encouragement to thrust her fingers in and out of Námo. 

Whatever he had meant to say in response never came as his fána was overwhelmed by pleasure and driven to an early climax, leaving him speechless. 

It was only then that Vairë granted Námo a break. 

"Coming so fast?" she teased. "You do realise I haven't even started yet?" 

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. 

"Take me as many times as you see fit, beloved, as is your right after a successful hunt."

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[imaginepirates]

Beck and Call

The reader is an employee of Beckett's, working as an entertainer to gather information at social events. While getting a little too close to clientele for Beckett's taste, you're pulled off to an unoccupied room so he can remind you exactly who's in charge. Of course, things get frisky from there.

Please note that the reader is fem. Also know that the fic features a heated makeout session and strip-tease, but no full nsfw content.

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @ghoulishbehaviour

~3300 words

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What first caught your eye was the rather loud waistcoat. Even from across the room, the amount of embroidery looked egregious. It was somewhat made up for by the tasteful choices in color, which managed not to clash with each other on the bright fabric. If the Lowell family were known for anything, it was their flamboyance. And annoyingly good hair, you thought to yourself, touching your own lightly to ensure the pins were staying in place. 

The wearer of said offending waistcoat was the youngest of the Lowell boys, quite eager to prove himself to high society. He was a handsome sort, with a sharp jaw and a ready smile, all blonde curls and shining eyes. Open to speaking about anything, too, which was exactly why you were there. 

The boy’s father had just come into a position in the House of Lords, and would be yet another influencing factor on trade. Your job was to make him talk, to see how open his father might be to working with your own employer, a certain Cutler Beckett. Beckett was always looking for political sway, so you were always dragged to social events to eavesdrop. Spying was too harsh a word, he told you, though you knew he’d let you call it whatever you liked as long as the job got done. 

Thankfully, all socials needed entertainers, and entertaining made you just interesting enough to speak to. You could, of course, pose as some highborn lady, but for the Lowell boy, nothing less than the most dazzling performer would do.

You struck a captivating figure, even you had to admit. Beckett had near outdone himself—he wasn’t one to be afraid of dressing you immodestly, but your dangerously low neckline was nothing short of scandalous. Your dress, a dark turquoise mantua the color of stormy seas, was accented by embellishments of white and gold. Tiny satin roses sat along a creme stomacher, and lace spilled out from the elbows of your sleeves and along your collar. False ringlets hung at the sides of your face, giving the illusion you had more hair than a head could hold. Your jewelry, too, had its own extravagance. A pearl necklace lay at your throat in three lengths, and your earrings featured one dangling pearl apiece. 

Truth be told, you felt a little like a trussed up doll, but you supposed that was all you were for the evening anyway. 

You took your place amongst the musicians, keeping an eye on the boy as you went. You made sure to pass by close enough that he had no choice but to notice you, and you blushed prettily as his gaze trailed after you. Eye contact. If you’d learned anything, meeting a man’s eye for a brief moment was more daring, more alluring, than any dress you could ever wear. 

Working for Beckett required a wide range of abilities from you—singing, dancing, pianoforte, social skills—and you were always expected to put them to use. There were the other necessities, sometimes, like good aim, which you preferred to leave to Mercer, but you learned all the same. Tonight, thankfully, all that was required of you was your voice

So you sang. Backed by a small ensemble, you provided the music for partygoers to dance to, raking your eyes over the crowd all the while, taking in the social scene. You stood at the perfect spot for observing who talked to who, and which groups avoided each other, and if anyone’s dress was out of season, and whether or not the Lowell boy accepted drinks from waiters. 

Oh, and Beckett’s piercing gaze. 

Nobody else noticed—nobody else could—as Beckett watched you from the corner of his eye. His stare raked across you, making gooseflesh rise on your arms and a shiver run down the back of your neck. He watched, of course, to make sure you were doing your job, and that his eyes weren’t the only pair drawn to you. But you had been under his employment a long time, and you knew his many looks, and the darkness in this particular look was one he reserved for precious few people. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him direct this look to anyone but yourself, which gave you a little too much satisfaction. 

This look was one of desire, and you’d be damned if you didn’t capitalize on it. Beckett wasn’t the only one who could toy with people. 

The performance over, you mingled with the crowd, graciously accepting compliments and putting on a dazzling smile. It didn’t take long for the boy to be drawn over; his eyes carding over you with clear interest, and you knew it wasn’t just your voice drawing his attention. 

“That was positively breathtaking.” He had a pretty smile, you conceded to yourself, but was full of foppish energy you’d have to brace yourself against. 

“Thank you.” You pretended to be flattered. 

“You’re breathtaking, as well. Wherever did you get that dress?”

The problem, you found, was that he was really and truly interested. All his excitement was genuine, and as much as you hated to use it against him, it was your job. “The silk is from China,” you lied. China sounded much more interesting than Bristol, and he wouldn’t know the difference. 

Soon, he was talking about his father, and you listened to every word. When the topic of spices and textiles arose, you slipped Beckett’s name into the mix, mentioning him as the gifter of your dress. To the Lowell boy, it was nothing more than an offhand comment, but you knew Beckett’s name was in his brain now, and as sure as he was to mention you to his father, he would be mentioning Beckett as well. 

It was when you let him inspect the pearls at your throat that you noticed Beckett’s glare from across the room, hot and fixated on the spot where the boy’s fingers made contact with your skin. You had the sudden feeling you’d done something wrong. Oh, the show you were making of yourself wasn’t truly vital, no, but surely Beckett couldn’t be upset about it. 

Surely he couldn’t be jealous.

Mercer appeared by your shoulder in short order, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m afraid the songbird is needed elsewhere,” he drawled. “I’m sure she’ll be back in not too long.”

“Oh, of course.” The boy smiled, bidding you farewell. “For you, I can wait.” 

You rather hoped he didn’t.

You let Mercer drag you away from the crowd, though his iron grip on your arm wasn’t wholly necessary. You had no doubt who the order had come from—you were at the man’s beck and call. A thrill ran through you; you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. After all, you’d succeeded in making the famously well-restrained Cutler Beckett snap under the weight of jealousy. But you were apprehensive, too. There was no telling just how he would react, and though you weren’t afraid, necessarily, you were aware he could cause you discomfort without doing harm. 

Mercer pulled you into a library, oak shelves making a maze of the room. At the back, Beckett sat in a comfortable looking chair, rising unhurriedly to greet you. He gave you a casual once-over before turning away to inspect a row of exotic artifacts, affecting disinterest.

“You’ve taken quite the shining to the Lowell boy.” 

“Well,” you started, taking on the same air, “shining is the word to describe me tonight. You’ve made sure of that.”

He turned back to you then, regarding you darkly. He wouldn’t fall for any of your charm; at least, he’d be aware of your acting. You couldn’t fool him. 

But you didn’t need to. Despite trying to make it look otherwise, he’d already given away his attraction to you, and it only felt right to give him what he made you give others. You couldn’t get shy on him now—that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted your acting, even if he knew that’s what it was. You were a performer, and he liked a show.

“Your…enthusiasm…in tonight’s assignment was unparalleled. I’ve never seen you take such an interest in any of our potential clients before.” Beckett looked up at you through dark lashes. “Though,” he paused, brows knitting together ever so slightly, “I do wonder why that boy in particular caught your attention.”

You fingered one of the small roses adorning your dress, trying very hard to seem like you weren’t thinking critically about your answer. “Oh,” you sighed, letting your chest rise and fall a little more than natural, “you know how it is. He’s young and pretty and has so many stories and so much energy. One can’t help but get pulled into his halo of excitement.”

Beckett snorted. “Please. You’re too smart to find any substance in that sort of personality.”

“It’s not his personality I need to find substance in.”

Beckett’s eyes flashed with an intensity you’d never seen, dangerous. You were in deep waters now, you realized, and there was no backing out. 

“Of course,” you continued, “we would need an empty room and locking doors. I’m sure you could procure something of the sort, given our current atmosphere.” You waved a hand, vaguely gesturing at the library. Then, you stilled, looking back at Beckett with your brows raised as if a thought had only just now occurred to you. “You weren’t hoping for something similar, dragging me in here, were you?”

Lighting quick, Beckett had one of your wrists in his hand, pulling you closer, his breath ghosting across the shell of your ear. “I know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t test me, if I were you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the nerves in your wrist crackled with some electric impulse triggered by Beckett’s touch. It took everything in you not to gasp. You hadn’t expected his hold to be so tight, but he kept you in a vice grip, and you knew then and there you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. 

You steeled your nerves. This was a game, and you had to make your next move, risky as it felt. 

“Or what?” You whispered low in his ear. Your free hand made its way to the joint between his shoulder and chest as if to steady yourself on him, a teasing touch. He breathed deeply against it, and the light press of your fingertips became the flat of your palm.

“Or I’ll show you just what can be done in an empty library.”

He pulled away abruptly, a tidal wave of relief cascading over you. The onslaught wasn’t over, of course, but he was giving you a respite, and though you weren’t admitting defeat quite yet, you’d take it. 

Beckett sat back in the chair, relaxing, a smirk resting on his face. “Go on then. Show me how you would seduce this boy.”

You nearly balked at the suggestion. Whatever you’d been expecting, it wasn’t this—this forwardness, so casually put, not a trace of hesitancy to be seen. You only wondered for a brief moment whether he was serious; the confidence in his deepening smirk told you all you needed to know. 

You straightened. Beckett wasn’t going to back down, and his words weren’t a suggestion. They were an order. That thought alone made you weak at the knees.

Always start slow. This was a seduction, and a seduction called for a certain amount of teasing. Anticipation was the true key; keep your voyeur waiting until they simply couldn’t wait any longer, until they became too enthralled to turn away. You began with the pins at the back of your dress, letting the pleats and folds in the back fall with each steel fastening removed. Heavy fabric settled on the floor, the back of the dress now more of a train. 

Beckett was still perfectly composed, but the effect of your efforts was clear. His eyes followed your every movement keenly. You took advantage of it, having nowhere to set the pins but the small desk beside him. You bent down, allowing him a good look at your décolletage, and you were gratified to see him draw in a breath. 

Next to go was the stomacher, also pinned in place. Here, the true divestment began. Once the stomacher was off, the front of your stays would be on full display. You’d known Beckett a long time, and he’d seen you in plenty of compromising positions, but never like this. 

Eye contact, you reminded yourself. More alluring than any dress. More alluring than any undress. 

Beckett settled back in his chair as the stomacher came undone, staring openly at the space it previously occupied. You wondered how often he’d had the chance to see women’s undergarments so personally, but waved that though away, bringing your hands up to the ruffled sides of your bodice and slowly, ever so slowly, peeled it off your shoulders and let it drop to the ground. 

Beckett readjusted in his seat. You could hear his breathing, now, and his lips sat slightly parted, as if he could taste you on the air. Your arms, now bare, felt the chill of the library acutely. If you shivered, it wasn’t from the cool alone—Beckett’s eyes raked over you with undisguised lust, making it hard for you to keep from blushing. You were all petticoats, well beyond the definition of improper. 

You untied your silk skirt, a matching turquoise to the bodice, never taking your eyes off Beckett’s own, even as his wandered. You had to slip it off over your head, but you managed it smoothly. That too you dropped on the floor, letting it slide right out of your fingers. 

Beckett’s eyes met yours again, though you could tell he was getting impatient. You loosed the panniers from your sides where they hung to give your skirt its volume, dangling them from your fingers. You walked towards him, setting the small hoops down atop the pins you’d put next to him. Precious little covered you; your modesty was saved by your chemise, though you didn’t expect it to last. 

For a long moment, you and Beckett stared at each other. You were close enough to touch, but he refrained from reaching out, clearly interested in what you would do next. 

“May I use the chair?” You didn’t wait for a response, raising one foot to the seat just next to Beckett’s thigh. Your stockings had to go, and you began untying the garter fastened just above your knee, your chemise now hiked up to reveal a sliver of skin. One of Beckett’s hands moved, seemingly involuntary, and you smiled, shaking your head. 

“Look, don’t touch.”

Beckett’s eyes snapped up to yours. It was your turn to give orders, and you weren’t about to play fair. You unlaced your garter, dropping it in Beckett’s lap. Then, inch by inch, you rolled down your stocking, only divesting yourself of it when you were sure Beckett felt tortured by it. He exhaled, resting his head against the back of the seat. But he smiled—a genuine smile—and you knew you were doing the right thing. 

“Dear god,” he breathed, still watching as you undid your other stocking. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man. Otherwise I’d already have you bent over a desk somewhere.”

The way he’d grabbed you earlier, you didn’t doubt it. “And have everything over with so quickly?” you teased. “That’s no fun.”

“You have a point. Though, if you keep me waiting much longer, I might not be able to help myself.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you blushed a little in spite of yourself. 

The moment your other stocking hit the floor, Beckett was out of his seat, spinning you around to press you against the wall. You gasped but didn’t resist, relishing a little in the way his hands explored you, running down your sides and pulling you closer by the hips. His lips brushed your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access. 

The first kiss seared your skin. You found purchase in the back of his waistcoat, digging your fingers into the fabric to steady yourself. He continued his administrations down to your shoulder, where his teeth drew your attention to the soft bite he left above your collarbone. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped you. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have marks littering your skin come morning, and they’d be on display for everyone to see. You considered that this very thing might be his intent, but his lips at the tops of your breasts distracted you entirely. 

You felt his smirk more than saw it, and you knew he was taking great satisfaction in all the little noises you kept making. His touch became hampered by your stays, but he hardly seemed bothered. 

“Be good for me and turn around, yes?” He murmured.

You complied immediately, shocked by how quickly he made work of the lacings. You couldn’t help but wonder whether he ever meant to kiss you properly. A hint of disappointment wormed its way into your brain; you liked what Beckett was doing to you, that couldn’t be denied, but you didn’t want it to be all he did. You didn’t want to be a fling. If you were being honest with yourself, you longed for him to care about you, and you longed for him to show it.

You turned back to him appraising you, eyes raking over your form. The only thing covering you was your chemise, though you felt naked under his gaze. 

“Kiss me.” You disguised your plea with as much confidence as you could muster. For a moment, you feared he wouldn’t understand, or that he would reject you outright, but all worry was wiped away as his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs with its intensity. 

You were both panting when you parted, though Beckett looked like he could kiss you until he suffocated. The idea both thrilled and concerned you. You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, watching the surprise on his face turn to mild desperation as he leaned into your touch. You pulled him in again for a gentler, more tender kiss, and he sighed against your lips. 

You’d never seen such softness in him before, and you were almost afraid of breaking him. His pupils, blown wide, remained fixed on you in a sort of daze, and to your great astonishment, a blush had crept up his cheeks. 

He hadn’t anticipated this, either, you thought. This tenderness is more intimate to him than any power-play could ever be. You could explore him like this forever, you realized. Gentleness was something foreign to him, but he lost himself in it, needed it terribly. 

Before you could get any further, a knock at the door had you pulling away from each other, gasping for breath and trying to shake off the little world you’d gotten so lost in. 

Mercer slipped in, paying you and your state of undress no mind. He didn’t seem surprised in the slightest to see you both unkempt. “Lord Lowell has an interest in speaking with you, Sir. It seems the youngest Lowell boy has been talking with his father about you.”

“Ah.” Beckett recovered his composure with impressive speed. “I’m glad to hear our little bird sung so sweetly as to sway him.” He looked at you teasingly. Mercer stepped out, affording you some privacy and Beckett a moment to get himself back together. “An unfortunate interruption. Though I do hope you won’t mind resuming later?” You were pleased to see a glint of hope in his eye—he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

“Oh,” you leaned in, whispering in his ear, “I’m counting on it. I’m still not sure you’ve shown me quite everything one can do in an empty library.”

I've never put dividers in my fics before, so please tell me if you liked them!

[the-cult-of-russo]

Head Like A Hole

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Warnings: cursing, smut, knife play, blood play. All the good stuff lmao

A/N: The name of this one is from the Nine Inch Nails song by the same name. I was listening to it and this just came to me so…. Enjoy I guess lololol

Bow down before the one you serve

You're going to get what you deserve

Bow down before the one you serve

You're going to get what you deserve

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Head Like A Hole blared through the speakers of the club and you felt the beat down to your bones. You had a pleased smile on your face as you twirled expertly around the pole, letting your body feel the rhythm and going with it. You hadn't been a natural at the pole like some of the girls here. It had taken some getting used to, you hadn't expected your muscles to have protested to it so much. But you’d always been in tune with music and you soon found your feet. You’d been here now for years and you loved it. You weren't like some of the others. You weren't here out of necessity. You weren't here to pay off college or because you would be out on the streets if you didn't. You weren't here so you could pay for your next fix. You were here because you wanted to be. You’d never been ashamed of your body or scared of sexuality. Previous to this, you’d worked retail and lived a boring life like a good little worker ant. You could barely make rent and you’d been stuck in a monotonous cycle as you daydreamed of being free and being able to be yourself. And now, here you were and you loved every moment of it. You had a fancy ass apartment, a great car. You made more in one night than you did one month at your old job and you never looked back. It wasn't just a strip club though. Extra services were offered but the girls were never forced to do it if they didn't feel like it. And for that, you were grateful for Jerry, the owner. You always had a choice here. Nothing was forced on you. And you knew those extras would pay ridiculously well so you rarely turned them down. 

You swayed your hips to the music as you danced, only clad in lacy black panties. There were a number of small podiums around the place, each girl having their own. Some guys would come in and choose a different girl each time, but most of them found they had a favorite and would go to their podium. You had a lot of regulars and you’d admit you were one of the highest-paid girls here. Your eyes locked with dark orbs sitting across from your podium and you felt a thrill run through you. This regular was a little different to all of the others. He’d started coming in a month ago. He never spoke to you like some of them would. Everyone was different. You had guys that loved to tell you all the dirty things as you danced or spoke to them, ones who would always bother to ask how you were doing and some wouldn't speak at all. And this one was the latter. He stood out with the scars all over his face but it didn't detract from his handsomeness at all. His eyes were so dark they looked almost black and they were so intense, they made your heart stutter every time you’d seen him. He’d sit there just watching you intently, like you were the most amazing thing he’d ever witnessed and you fed off it. He intrigued you. Another girl here, one of the more stuck-up ones, had made a comment once about how she'd be ‘scared’ to have him watching her. Said he looked deranged with his messed-up face. You’d punched her in the nose for it. You weren't quite sure why you'd felt the need but you'd done it anyway and she hadn't made a comment since. You’d never even really interacted with him before but there was a pull to him, he was alluring. You'd admit there was a darkness that surrounded him. But you weren't put off by it. It called to you and made you burn for him. He came in to watch you three times a week and every time, you hoped he’d request you after, but he never did. 

You closed your eyes as you let your body feel the music. You loved this song, it was one of yours. Jerry had asked all the girls to pick songs to dance to and they’d play the playlist for you all. It was to keep it fair to everyone. All different types of music and each girl got some songs she liked to dance to. You twirled the pole before standing in front of it, your arms above your head as you arched your back against it and pushed your breasts out. Your eyes locked eyes on the mystery man once more. You tried to avoid it, favoritism wouldn’t pay your rent after all, but you often found yourself watching him and him alone when he was here. You sent him a wry smirk, swaying your hips, and his lips quirked up in a predatory grin that sent a jolt of desire right through you. He’d never done that before. Never done anything other than watch you. His face impassive. His eyes though… well they told you how much he wanted you. You bit your lower lip before forcing yourself to drag your eyes off him and pay some of the other customers attention. The eye contact always got you more tips. When the song ended, you gave him one last lingering look before walking off your podium, putting on a silk black robe and making your way to ‘your’ room. Each girl had a room in the back here that came with a bed. It could be used for resting or extra activities if the girl wanted to. You always kept it neat and tidy, the bed sheets a deep purple color. You took pride in your room, always making it welcoming. You were on your way there when Ellisa came over to you. She was one of the servers. They were different to the dancers and guys weren't allowed to touch them at all, even if they were all prancing around in their underwear. Anyone that dared to break the rule was shown the door and not allowed back. Jerry only wanted trusted customers here and it weeded out the assholes. He ran a good business. 

“Someone’s requested you,” she smirked, toying with an envelope in her hand.

“How much?” you asked curiously. The minimum to pay was $500 for the extras but some guys liked to pay more, especially if they were into some kinky shit. Ellisa smirked even more as she handed you the envelope. You got the money out, counting it quickly and your eyes widened.

“$5000?” you whispered, looking at her incredulously. She grinned at you and shrugged.

“He must really want some of that pussy,” she murmured ruefully, making you snort. 

“Do you know who?” you asked. None of your regulars would offer this much. Ellisa made a slicing motion to her face and you got it instantly. It made your stomach clench with anticipation and excitement and she rolled her eyes goodnaturedly at you at our obvious interest. 

“He’s already in there. I knew you wouldn't be turning him down,” she grinned before rushing off to do her job. 

Your heart hammered away, your body thrumming as you made your way to your room, stuffing the envelope into the pocket of your robe. You took a deep breath before you opened the door. And sure enough, mystery man was perched on the edge of your bed looking antsy. You came in and his deep, dark eyes snapped to you. You didn't break eye contact as you shut the door behind you and leaned against it.

“I wondered when you’d ask for me,” you purred, biting your lip with a coy smile. His lips ticked up into a smirk at your words.

“Is that so?” he asked. His voice felt like honey poured all over you. You’d often wondered what he’d sound like but the real thing was better than anything you could have conjured up. 

“Mhmm. I’m a little put out it took this long,” you shrugged teasingly. He chuckled as he stood and you inhaled a breath. He was so fucking tall and his scars stood out in the dimly lit room, making him look imposing. You loved it. He was wearing a black hoodie and what looked to be a black tee under it. Some jeans and boots. He looked good enough to eat.

“What's your name, handsome?” you asked as you leisurely approached him. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, his eyes sweeping you like he knew what was under your robe. He did for the most part, but he’d be seeing parts of you tonight he’d never been privy to. 

“Billy. What's yours?” he asked curiously as his eyes finally landed back on your face. You’d be a liar if you tried to deny how his gaze affected you. He looked at you like you were different. Special.

“Y/N,” you supplied, stopping just in front of him. You untied your silk robe and let it pool to the floor, now once again only in your black lacy panties. He made no move to touch you as he stared you down.

“Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing it out. You loved how your name sounded rolling off his tongue.

“So… you paid a pretty penny for this. I presume you had something in mind?” you asked, smoothing your hands up his clothed chest. His eyes darted to your hands, his breathing becoming shallower before he looked back at you.

“Some things. Wanted to bring my knife but they wouldn’t let me bring it in,” he muttered with a dark smirk. He looked almost like he wanted to scare you, but all that happened was your eyes lit up and a pleased smile overtook your face, he looked mildly confused before you moved away, opening your drawer off to the side. When you turned back to face him, you were holding your knife. He let out a delighted and surprised laugh but it quickly turned into a groan when you expertly twirled the knife in your hands.

“You know your way around a knife, sweetheart?” he rasped, his voice low and full of need. It made you ache. 

“I do,” you replied with a smirk. You looked at him, your eyes reflecting how much you wanted him as you trailed the knife down your chest between your breasts. You didn't miss how his Adams apple bobbed or how he seemed to have a sudden issue breathing normally. 

Without warning, he lunged at you, grabbing the knife and spinning you around. Your back was to his chest and he was holding the knife to your throat, the other pinning you against him by your stomach. You let out a sinful moan that made him chuckle.

“I could slit your throat right now,” he growled down your ear, but it did little to scare you. 

“You won't,” you grinned, chest heaving at the excitement. You lay your hand over his, the one on your stomach, and pushed it down and down until his fingers were sliding into your panties. You guided his fingers until he could feel just how much you were enjoying this. You were soaked. He moaned sinfully down your ear and you rubbed your body against him like a cat, uncaring about the cold metal kissing your skin. He toyed with your clit for a small moment and you moaned, reveling in the feeling. But then he was pulling his hand away from you and turning you around, no longer holding the knife to your throat. You felt the loss immediately. He was staring you down with a feral glint in his eyes that made you feel like you'd drown if you didn't have him soon. And without breaking eye contact, he threw the knife across the room and it embedded into the wooden headboard with a thunk. 

“Fuck,” you murmured breathlessly, a delighted smile toying on your lips. 

Then he was on you. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, ferocious as he consumed you from the inside out. Your hands rushed to rid him of his clothes. He’d already made quick work of your panties, literally ripping them off, and you felt like you were playing catch-up to get him as naked as you were. Once you were both undressed, he backed you up and pushed you onto the bed. He crawled on after you, a wicked glint in his eye as he settled between your open thighs. He pulled the knife back out from where it was in the headboard, it caught the light and your heart was thumping away so hard you could hear it in your ears. He bit his lower lip hard as he trailed the knife across your chest, much like you had to yourself. Then it danced along the skin of the swell of your breast. Your hand came up without much thought, staring at him as you pressed it, pushing the knife into your skin a little. It wasn’t enough for a medical emergency but it was enough to slice it and draw blood. It elicited a mix between a moan and a gasp from Billy and you soaked in his reaction as he stared at you. He had a strange look on his face. Like he couldn't quite work out what was going on or who you were. He swallowed thickly, eyes darting to the slightly oozing cut on your breast, but then he leaned down and licked it up. You gasped, eyes falling shut as you arched up to him. 

“Do it again,” you whispered needily. He was lapping at your cut as his eyes looked up to you.

“Please,” you added with a coy smile. He lifted his head a little, a sly smirk painting his lips before he obliged, making another cut below the previous one. You moaned at the pain, writhing under him as he eagerly started licking at it again. He kept at it, leaving teasing little cuts he’d lavish with his tongue as he moved further and further down your body and you felt like you were on your way to nirvana. The knife then kissed the skin of your inner thigh and the thrill increased. It was a dangerous game and you knew that. Your femoral artery was right there and you knew what would happen if he nicked it. You weren't scared though and he locked eyes with you for a moment before cutting your thigh. It was less deep than the others, the blood only pin-pricking on some spots where the skin had broken. He groaned as he leaned down, sucking on it. The knife was then laying on the bed next to him as he left a flurry of marks all over your thighs and you loved every second of it. There was no warning as he started licking vigorously at your clit and you gasped, back arching as your hands flew to his short-cropped hair. He sucked on your clit and you moaned, pressing his head closer to you as you squirmed under him and made him groan. 

You felt a fire burning inside of you as he used his mouth to make you moan, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place as you couldn't keep still. You threw your head back, moans getting higher in frequency and pitch as you felt yourself getting closer to release. Not long later, you were crying out, back bowing as you fell over the ledge he had you dangling off. He moved away, mouth slick with your juices as he licked his lips. His eyes were wild and you wanted him to ruin you. He left sloppy wet kisses up your body until he was hovering over your mouth but not kissing you.

“My turn, sweetheart,” he purred, voice sounding raw with need. The knife was then pressed into your hand and you knew just what he wanted. It made your eyes sparkle with delight as you moved to sit up and he lay down. You straddled him, trapping his hard and wanting cock with your slick heat and making him moan softly. You smirked down at him, twirling the knife around again. His eyes flared dangerously at you and you loved it. You stared right at him as you brought the knife to your mouth, licking your blood off the flat part of it. The noise he made had your head spinning. You moved the knife to his smooth skin then, slicing the skin above his nipple like he had with you. He let out a dirty moan as you did and you leaned down, licking it up with a mewl. You strategically cut him in the same places he had you, loving every little noise or reaction he made as you did. You mimicked him perfectly, right up to the marks on the thighs when you were done with the knife. By this point, he was breathing erratically and you loved knowing you had this effect on him. You licked a stripe up his large, hard cock and he groaned, arching up as his hand went to your hair. You grabbed him, giving him no warning before you took him into your mouth all the way until he hit the back of your throat and your nose was pressed against him. The noise he made was filthy and you wondered if you might cum again without even being touched. You worked him over with your mouth, enjoying every noise you drew from him as he arched up, making sure you took him all the way in each time. Every time he hit the back of your throat, he made sure to hold you there for a moment as your throat spasmed around him. The grip on your hair was wonderfully tight and you allowed him to fuck your mouth for a moment before you let your mouth slide off him with a pop. You knew some guys could have multiple orgasms although it was rare and needed some recovery time. But you didn't know if he was one of them and you weren't ready for this to be over yet. 

You moved to straddle him again, lifting up a little before lining him up. You slid down onto him with ease with how wet you were and the pair of you moaned at the relief. You started bouncing on his cock and his hands slid up your body, touching anywhere he could. Your cuts had bled again and his hands were smearing it all over you. Painting you with it. His hands then moved to your hips, seemingly finding you weren't going hard or fast enough as he started guiding you up and down even faster. The sound of skin hitting skin floated to your ears as he used your body to bring him pleasure and you couldn't stop any of your desperate moans. Your nails bit into the skin of his chest and he let out a dirty groan, giving you a hard thrust as you did. He sat up quickly, one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other your ass as his lips claimed yours once more. It was brutal and demanding and you gave into it willingly. The angle made your clit rub against him with each thrust and your head fell back in pleasure. He sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck and you hoped you'd be full of marks when he was done with you. You rapidly felt yourself coming undone around him once more, squirming on top of him with a keening moan. You felt dazed but very aware that he'd stilled and that he hadn't cum yet.  You blinked at him curiously and the grin he gave you was menacing.

"I'm not done with you yet," he smirked devilishly. Suddenly, he was moving you off him and positioning you on your hands and knees. You felt a hard stinging sensation on your right ass cheek and gasped in delight, pressing your forehead into the purple sheets.

"Harder," you begged helplessly, moaning as he obliged. The burning pleased something inside of you. He pushed into you once more and you moaned desperately as he set a punishing rhythm with you. Each thrust felt like it was forcing the air out of your lungs. 

He gripped your hair and tugged on it, chuckling through his moans at the noise you made. He used your hair to pull you to sit up, still fucking you relentlessly.

"Like it rough, sweetheart?" He growled into your ear.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted hopelessly, your head spinning in the best way. You whined when he suddenly pulled out of you and let your hair go but then you were being roughly shoved onto your back. He gave your brain no time to understand what was going on before he slammed right back into you and you gasped. You felt on the edge of delirium as he started rutting into you like an animal, making the headboard slam against the wall. The wild look in his eyes and the noises he was making made you think he felt the same.

"Billy… I… I need…" you gasped brokenly between your moans. He leaned one arm near your head for leverage as the other gripped your jaw so hard you really hoped he left bruises. 

"I got you, baby. I know what you need," he moaned, his hand trailing down from your jaw to your throat. He applied enough pressure to cut your air supply off and you bucked wildly under him, pleasure ramping up even more. He'd squeeze until you were light-headed, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of passing out, before he eased his grip and let you greedily suck in air. When he was squeezing your throat, your moans were strangled, but when you could breathe, they were broken and keening. The noises he was making as he watched you were pornographic.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me,” he moaned sinfully, fully shoving you over the edge. Your lips parted with a raw moan as you exploded, feeling like you had nothing left to give him after this as your body seemed to give out. Thankfully, he let out a few guttural moans, ferally thrusting into you a few more times before he filled you up deliciously.

He let you breathe, his forehead resting on yours for a moment as your heaving breaths mingled together. He pulled out of you and collapsed beside you and you felt like you'd gone to heaven. You idly wondered if he had slit your throat and all of this hadn't really happened. You were waiting for him to get up and leave. It's how it usually went. It didn't matter how rough it usually was, although it had never been like this, they never stuck around after. Aftercare didn't exist here and you didn't mind it anymore. You were used to it. So you were surprised when he turned you on your side, him also on his side as he looked at you. His dark eyes seemed calmer now as he watched you carefully. His fingers delicately trailed the cuts on your breasts that had started to scab. You watched him curiously, your body spent in the best way. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss. It wasn't as hard as the others. This one was slow but no less sensual as his tongue explored what felt like every inch of your mouth. You melted into him, humming into the kiss. When he pulled away, he shot you a smirk like he was admiring his handiwork. 

Without a word, he got up and started dressing. You knew you needed to get up. After blowing your mind the way he did, it would be rude to not at least walk him to the door.  You stood on shaky legs and grabbed your robe, tying it around yourself. You felt ready to collapse into a heap at a moment's notice. When he was fully dressed, he walked over to where you were at the door. You'd started to wonder if he'd leave without saying anything as he opened the door, but then he turned back to you, watching you with those expressive eyes for a second.

"I'll see you real soon, Y/N," he smirked darkly, his voice holding all kinds of sinful promises you wanted him to keep.

"I'm counting on it," you replied, your voice a little scratchy from the choking. His grin widened in a predatory manner and you felt breathless. He grabbed the knot of your robe and tugged you the small distance to him. You almost fell into him with how tired you felt and your hands came to his chest. His hand gripped your jaw possessively as he kissed you hard on the lips and you mewled softly. He moved away, quirking an amused brow at your pathetic state before he slipped out of the door. You blinked at it for a moment before wandering back to your bed and flopping onto it. Your hands absentmindedly stroked one of the cuts he'd left you, a dopey smile on your face. You wondered if it would scar. You hoped it would. Would he have matching scars with you? You drifted to sleep, wondering how long you had to wait before you saw him again.

[jenerousjenocide]

Familiar Face

Chapter two leggo Chapter 1 - AO3 Mirror

If finding a dress hadn't been the hardest part of the day, bringing yourself to leave your room at the inn definitely deemed to be the most difficult. 

After hours of searching you finally were able to navigate the city well enough to track down a dress maker closer to gates of the Upper City. It should have been obvious that any store selling fancy clothing would be low on stock considering how the party was such a big topic among citizens when you were trying to find your way around. The shopkeeper did seem a little exhausted from how many clients they have likely catered to throughout the day, but they assisted you nonetheless with your quest to find something reasonable enough to show up to a masquerade in. 

After skimming through the limited options, you did land on something that caught your eye. 

A black and gold floor length gown, the sleeves sheer enough to allow some skin to peek through. The plunging neckline wasn't your favorite, in fact you were more awe struck by the low cut back, but when the shopkeeper insisted it was 'all the rage these days' you really didn't feel like you had much of a choice.

Standing in front of the mirror with it on, you felt like you were someone else. You realized you hadn't noticed the slit up the thigh in the store, but decide it's rather alluring the way your leg peeks out with every step you take. You spent some time pinning your hair up instead of allowing it to cascade down your back or in braids as usual, figuring if you were going to wear something backless you might as well show it off. The shoes you'll need to get used to, feeling as though you're walking on stilts for the first time, but it was offered up as a gift to go along with the dress, how could you refuse?

You finally catch your own eyes in the mirror, the uncertainty painting your face as you debated your next steps. You could practically hear your mother scolding you in the back of your mind about how dangerous it is to wander into the city so blind, much less the palace owned by the very Lord that resides over the city. For a moment, you detest the way your eyes remind you of her, having heard your entire life how you got your mother's eyes.

No, I have to do this. To hells with it.

You draw in a slow breath, an attempt to slow your heart rate as you finally reach for your black eye mask, secure it to your head and finally leave your room.

You've fought gnolls and goblins growing up, yet the thing having you shaking in your heels was a silly little party. 

You had the day to find your way to the palace, recognizing all of the backroads to take in order to avoid the crowd as much as possible. You did wait until nightfall before venturing out to ensure you weren't stuck waiting for the doors to fly open the moment sundown hit. Your current effort to walk in heels might be pathetic, but you weren't going to be waiting at the door like a rabid fan pathetic.

The palace stood before you like nothing you have ever seen before. There was an aura on it you couldn't quite place, it felt like you wanted to escape your own skin and run home before you could even step foot inside- Regardless, you push on. Climbing the steps to the giant wooden doors standing at the entrance, already open and the hum of music can be heard from the ballroom further down the main hall. There are people strung about laughing, drinking and enjoying the company of others. You note that not only do the party goers have their masks on, but so do the staff. You suppose for something called a midnight masquerade they really do take it seriously. 

Your heart pangs in your chest and you draw in another slow breath, not allowing the anxiety to show as you walked through the front doors and down the hall lined with extravagant sculptures and protected artifacts that look older than time itself.    

You watch through your mask as people dance and mingling on the dancefloor of the ballroom further down the hall, their clothes just as extravagant as the decorations lining the palace themselves. It would seem everyone took this night very seriously indeed, especially after learning it happened on the same night every year from eavesdropping during your prior adventures. 

Your footsteps slow to a halt as you stand at the doors of the ballroom, taking in the beautiful decorations, a full buffet of the finest foods you could only dare imagine and among them some of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

Granted the masks can be deceiving, but it's amazing how it brings a sense of mystery to all of it.

You follow along the wall to the side, debating quietly to head towards the buffet first or if you should scope out the area first before making any decisions. 

Your eyes trail among the dancing bodies and some wandering hands, wondering quietly if this is some weird sex party you've heard about from some of your family friends during late night conversations when you should have been in bed. You shake off the memories, finally landing on the head of the room- A grand throne at the center of it almost as though it was on a pedestal. Although it wasn't necessarily the furniture that drew all of your attention.

There sat a bored looking man, a pale elf with his chin in his palm as he watched the party unfold in front of him. His wild white curls adorned his head, clashing against the dark purple color of the mask covering his eyes. You can see the way his lips seem to curl into a frown, as if unimpressed with the extravagance of the evening itself. 

It only took half a second to deduct he must be Lord Astarion.

The next half you realized he was staring back at you.

It was as though as shiver ran down your spine, you could barely catch the color of his eyes from this distance and yet it felt as though it shot electricity through you. The moment your eyes met you were drawn to him, and when you finally forced yourself to look away, the feeling faded.

Strange.

You shook it off, it must be the nerves, and he's absolutely entitled to look upon the guests that have entered his home.

However the thought that he noticed you staring first made you uneasy, noting it's probably best to keep your eyes to yourself for now. You just wanted to blend in and have some memories to share when you get home and despite your parents disapproval of leaving home in the first place, but still inevitably ask for every detail you can offer up. 

With that you found the courage to move your feet, walking over to the buffet table and looking over the drink selection.

You grab a golden goblet, inspecting the contents of the liquid before recognizing it as wine and take a slow sip.

Dry, rich, definitely not any wine you're used to having back home.

"My, aren't you a pretty young thing that wandered in?"

The sultry voice nearly makes you jump where you stand, spinning around on your heel to see the very eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I don't believe I've seen you before, a traveler?" Astarion's lips curled into a smile, leaning in closer with a tilt of his head, obviously expecting an answer. 

It took way too long to find your voice, but you're surprised it wasn't reflecting how fast your heart was beating.

"Just making my way through, I saw the invitations and I was curious." You manage to get out, bringing your other hand to hold the goblet and steady yourself to prevent from shaking. "My apologies if outsiders are not welcome."

"Nonsense, I welcome anyone and everyone into my home this evening. I would have been insulted had I found out someone like you was in town and decided not to come by for some fun." His eyes flicked behind his mask over you, taking in your dress, your posture, trailing back up your neck and back into your eyes.

It was then you realized his eyes were red. 

"I welcome you to my humble abode, please make yourself comfortable." He practically purred, reaching down to take a hand into his and raising it up to press his lips against your knuckles. 

It was gentle, soft and quick, but you noted how cold his lips felt against your flesh. 

Before you could open your mouth to reply, he was already slinking away, potentially busying himself with ensuring everything was in order.

You felt like he had taken the air right out of your lungs, the feelings of his lips still lingering on your hand as it falls back to your side and you are left completely dumbfounded.

You're pretty sure the Lord of Baldur's Gate is a Vampire.

Honestly you're not too sure why that was the first deduction that came to your mind, but you've seen those eyes before, you're absolutely sure of it. 

It took a moment to realize you were holding your breath, finally forcing the air back out and bringing yourself back to reality. If he is a vampire and you've wandered into a vampires home, you're probably in a lot more trouble than you first believed. It doesn't seem as though it is common knowledge among the other citizens dancing about without a care in the world.

If it is a secret, you're definitely not going to be the one to pull the alarm. 

You raise the goblet back up to your lips, chugging back the rich wine in one quick gulp before setting the empty cup down on the table and wander out of the ballroom to make your escape. 

Perhaps the buzz of the wine hit you a bit too quickly with your efforts to down the drink in one motion, the haziness swarming your head as though you haven't had a drink in your entire life. 

No, you recognize this feeling. It reminds you of the experimental concoctions you made growing up to prove to your father that you had a knack for crafting potions. 

Of course the wine would be charmed. 

Your parents would be so thoroughly disappointed in you.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion, along with a rose colored shade now illuminating everything in sight. You can't bring yourself to leave, staring at the front doors as you internally fight yourself to just walk forward, go back to your room at the tavern, sleep off the effects of whatever was added to the wine and finally go home.

"Don't tell me you were thinking of leaving." A voice drawled out next to you, half expecting to see Astarion once more, you noted the way your heart sank meeting the gaze of a different pale man behind a dark mask. "The party is only getting started."

"I think I-" You choke, your legs beginning to feel weak. "I think I just need some air."

"Come now, don't play hard to get." The man took another step closer, causing you to move away until your back hits the wall behind you. "I can't let someone as delicious as you get away that easily."

Okay, now you definitely know this is a vampires monastery. 

He flashes a toothy grin, the sharp edges of his fangs catching in the light and you aren't even sure if they're bothering to keep it a secret at this point. However with the drinks being charmed, they probably have no reason to if they threw this event to ensure they get as many unsuspecting necks as possible.

He had already begun to lean in close to you, and you brought up your hands to press against his chest and try to discreetly keep him at bay. His smile faltered, looking down at your hands and back at you with a confused crossing his face, as though you should be enthralled with the fact he's invading your personal space without your consent.

"I do usually enjoy a challenge," He growled, reaching up to grip your wrist with a tight squeeze. "But we've waited all year for this, so if this needs to be done the hard way, I have no problem spilling some blood."

"Lawrence."

You both froze, feeling the grip on your wrist immediately let go and it was like he had been shot with electricity the way he jolted away from you. You're both met with Astarion standing at the entrance of the ballroom, hand on his hip and his eyes focused on the man you were sure was about to murder you without a second thought. 

"You forget your manners, it seems. I have no problem reminding you of them." His tone shifted to a threat, dropping low and causing Lawrence to visibly shake where he stood. 

"I've been too eager, my apologies, my Lord." He quickly stammered, ducking his head in a bow and scampering away behind a curtain further down the hall, disappearing out of sight entirely.

A complete shift from the confident man that first approached you.

"My family forgets themselves at times, my sincerest apologies if he startled you." Astarion offers, stepping away from the door and giving you a look over as if to inspect you for any damage. "I must admit, he does have taste."

"If you think some charmed wine and sweet nothings whispered in my ear is going to be enough to drink my blood, you definitely have the wrong girl." You suddenly spat back, placing your hands behind you to steady yourself against the wall. "With all the stories I've heard, I should have figured I was walking into vampire territory."

"Aren't you the perceptive one." He hummed, looking far more entertained with your response than you expected. "You haven't even been here all that long and you've figured that out. You're definitely not from around here."

"Like I said, I was just passing through." You try to push yourself off the wall, finding it hard to steady yourself on your own two feet with every passing moment. "I think it's time I head out, but thank you so much for the... interesting evening."

"You don't look like you can walk two steps forward much less through town to whatever gaudy tavern you have for yourself in the city." His smile falters slightly, his eyes catching yours and it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest. "We have plenty of space here, why don't you lie down for a bit?"

"And leave my neck open for the taking? Only an idiot would accept that." 

Suddenly your knees buckle beneath you, fully expecting to crumble on the floor until you feel two arms wind around you to keep you up. You could feel Astarion's breath near your ear, he was so dangerously close and you're pretty sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"I assure you nobody will come searching for a late night snack," He replied, laughing slightly at your efforts to stand up and resist his help. "You have my word."

Your limbs felt like jelly, you could barely see straight much less focus on navigating the streets to get yourself home. You know it would be more dangerous to leave in the state you were in, not even knowing the dangers you could face were you to collapse in the middle of the street.

He took your silence as an answer, leaning down and sweeping his arm under your knees to pick you up off the ground. Your hands grip onto the front of his vest, the sudden motion of being lifted up causing your head to spin faster.

As he began to walk, everything surrounding you began to fade, the music now drowned out with the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. 

The people around you were somehow no longer there, the elaborate decorations fading out of focus as well. 

You forced yourself to look up, the last thing you manage to see was a pair of sharp fangs smiling down at you and piercing red eyes boring into your soul before all remaining was lost to darkness.

[lv-iceprince]

@skymoonies

ahh! oh my god hi! i had the best time doing this ship for you, i got carried away but honestly. i can't see you with anyone else and i had to get deep into and inject this with as many vibes as I could.

thank you so much for being patient and giving me the opportunity to do this for you! you're so amazing keep being awesome please and thank you!

also since this is a ship and i normally do a random member i just went with jake. but if you ever wanted a similar thing with sunghoon where it wasn't so much a ship but the whole moodboard, music and aesthetic kind of love story snippet things i can always do one for you and just have it under a more generalised different title since I want to start doing similar things with aesthetics and songs but it's more along the line of music based drabbles. the point is i totally wanted to just give you jake for this one but again i am open to writing something more specific to sunghoon if people want that, it wouldn't be ship related though.

~general~

Honestly, the energy in this ship is so vibrant and so damn addictive. This 100% prefaces your entire relationship. There is something so beautiful about your connection with Jake, the allure of it all with a dash of something that teeters on the edge of danger in the most sensual way. Maybe you won't ever be in dangerous situations around Jake but there is always something that feels like you are living life in the most exciting way. He has a habit of pulling you into his charm, it's so strange. He might be the most nerdiest guy you have ever met until he removes his glasses.

I see the playlist you sent in as the soundtrack for your entire relationship with Jake. Each one holds a memory or a moment in time that progressed your relationship forward, mini anniversaries of sorts.

--

DAHLIA- (G)I-DLE: That moment when you realised that the love you felt for Jake was unlike anything you had ever felt before. He was caught, suspended in your mind and you wanted to be on the tip of his tongue. He became more than a schoolgirl crush, he was the realest thing you could ever hold in your hands. It was also the start of you waking up early to wait outside of his house, wanting to be the first person to see his messy hair, to hear his husky morning voice. He was the boy who struggled to be attentive and wake up in the morning but each day he sees you there he is fully attentive. You make him feel more himself, he blooms in your presence.

Sofia- Clairo: Warm summer nights sitting on his roof, his flannel shirt wrapped around your quite bare body. Even if it's tempting to let your mind drift back to what you had done a mere ten minutes ago, you decide to stay in the moment. You felt like you were about to drift off into the night sky, but ironically, you were yanked back down into reality at the sight of Jake admiring the stars wishing he could float up there too. You assumed that something like this would feel more formal, more transactional in some sense as if you were now gifted with maturity but you still felt giggly and young. Being there with Jake felt right.

Tinnitus (Wanna be a rock)- TXT: Being winded by Jake was nothing new, you liked the feeling of having your breath leave your lungs, but not like this. You knew Jake was a rugby boy but regardless, you hadn't expected to be on the ground practically winded after he tackled you. Despite what it looked like you couldn't claim that Jake had been rough with you, he had been so gentle, his arms guarding the middle of your back as you tumbled to the ground together. The reason behind your breathlessness was the fact that he was on top of you, panting and grinning like a loser. When you had tried to awkwardly wriggle out of his grasp Jake pulled you back in "Just one more minute and I'll be good y/n".

Don't Know What To Do- BLACKPINK: Jake made the most mundane things feel like an adventure, his Mum had left him with a list of chores that he had to get done by that evening. Instead of running to his car and speeding off to the first place he had to go, the car shuddered and came to a stop outside of your house. He had sent you a one worded text yet you knew exactly what he wanted from you

"Adventure?"

Almost skipping out to his car you were greeted with a hug and a passionate kiss on the lips. The next thing you know he's strapping you into your seat like the passenger princess you are, taking extra time to trail a line of kisses over your clavicle before taking his seat beside you. "So here's the thing I have some things to do but I thought you'd be so bored without me today, you know, killing two birds with one stone. But more than that, I think we're overdue for a good date. So what do you say we run around town like a couple of losers?"

Like Crazy (English Version)-Jimin: He couldn't help but feel like a bit of a burden to you, you didn't have to come along to this party, he could see it in your eyes, all that was unsaid, you would rather be elsewhere. The words of his friends were leaking through one ear and out the next as he took in your form, marvelling at the blue lights dancing on his little fairy. With a flurry of words and a hand up to stop Jay in his tracks Jake approaches you. In his head it's like one of those coming of age movies, the music beating with his heart as he comes to stop in front of you. He smiles at you, a knowing smile "I couldn't help but notice you looking at me from across the room, I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind me asking for a dance." You had to roll your eyes at Jake, despite dating he was never over using that pickup line. Instead of denying him you take his hand and lead him towards the centre of the room.

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys: Both of you held a deep secret, not that anyone would really be surprised, but it was something that was sacred to you. Jake Sim was a good guy, even if this was the case he was actually a walking contradiction. He didn't mean to be but there were parts of him that yearned to grow up, by day he was the studious boy who kept to himself and on late nights and weekends he was just Jake. You had fallen for his boyish charm, so for some time he held back on taking a drag of a cigarette or voicing his more suggestive thoughts, he kept those reserved for his friends. But for some reason he had a change of heart. After dating you he wanted you to see him in all of his vulnerability even if that meant seeing how conflicted he was. Through the smoke of his cigarette you saw the perfect partner, you had wanted to grow with Jake, both of you exploring life and the passionate love that came with it.

--

The love you share with Jake is the most energetic, the most innocent, the kindest, the most lustful and every other emotion and feeling in between. This type of thing isn't for everybody but there is freedom in letting yourself be in love with Jake and living in the moment. You know he is your forever, but all both of you care about is being in his arms in the deep blue right now.

~moodboard~

~your song~

~shufflemancy reading~

I tried to find love

In someone else too many times

But I hope you know I mean it (mean it)

When I tell you you're the one that was on my mind,

When I look at you

In your eyes (your eyes)

I see there's something burning inside you (inside you)

[adrianaxzawacki]

jake's sexuality has always been something he hadn't ever thought about. i mean, it was obvious he liked girls. for as long as he could remember, it had always been just girls. so he never really had a reason to even consider the possibility he may like boys too.

even if he did like boys, it wasn't something that he could ever see himself being publicly open with. he wasn't opposed to same-sex relationships. how could he be? after all, his best friend was gay. and he still likes drew all the same. it changes nothing. at least not for him.

for others, outside of the jomies, it's hard for them to accept that people can feel romantic or sexual attraction to their own gender. any outed homosexuals are usually singled out and ridiculed just because of their preferences. and despite being picked on his whole life, jake doesn't think he can handle any of that.

so no, he hasn't really taken the time to figure out his own sexuality. he's never had a reason to.

but lately, he just can't help but notice how attractive the men are in the movies his mom watches, or the posters his sister has hung up on the wall. or how jake finds broad shoulders more alluring as compared to a small and delicate frame like most girls have.

but what makes him question himself most is how he's entranced by every little thing drew does. he's coated with goosebumps every time drew accidentally brushes against him. how his stomach flips whenever drew says jake's name while holding his gaze. how he finds his train of thought constantly going to anything related to drew.

does he like drew like that? he doesn't think so. he isn't even gay. he's dated girls before. not boys. plus, drew’s his best friend. he couldn’t like him like that. if he did, he would just feel guilty about it. like he’s taking advantage of drew just because he knows that he likes boys and jake’s feeling a little confused. he wouldn’t want to play with drews feelings like that just because he’s lost.

jake thinks that he's just attracted to the idea of something different. when he was with hailey, he never felt the thrill he did when he hung out with drew. maybe jake really did like him, who knows? everything's so new to him.

jake and drew had been hanging out a lot more than they had been. after hailey broke up with jake, he realized just how much he had neglected their friendship by ditching the jomies for the music club. jake apologized profusely, and drew forgave him. now they're inseparable.

one afternoon while hanging out in drew’s room, jake decides to pursue the answers to the dwelling questions that have been nagging at him ever since he first started to notice people who weren’t girls. 

"drew?" jake asks, solemnly.

"yeah?" drew turns his head to look at jake, who is sitting next to him on the bed. drew has been reading an old copy of one of their favorite comic books: something from the spider-man series.

"how... how did you know that you were..." jake trailed off, the word 'gay' feeling taboo and insincere. "...how'd you know

you liked boys?" he finishes.

"oh. uh well, it was just something that i've always kind of known, you know? like i just dated zoey so i could feel like someone would love me in some kind of way." drew answers plainly.

"oh." 

although drew had technically answered jake’s question, he was hoping for something a little more. something that would give him any sign of the clarification he needed to describe how he felt. 

"why?"

"i..," jake starts, unsure of himself. "i really don't know. i guess i was just wondering."

they fall back into a comfortable silence. drew is lost deep in thought for a moment before he asks, "but like how did you know know?" he asks, pushing the subject further. 

drew looks confused. "what do you mean?"

"like you've only ever been with one girl before, so how would you know that you're not into it?" he asks.

"i've never had a crush on a girl before, jake. never.”

"yeah." jake knows he must sound like a babbling idiot at this point, but he just can't help but ask, "have you ever been with a guy?"

"i mean, no. i haven't, not a real relationship...," drew responds looking at jake with a very puzzled look painted across his face.

"so you just know? that's it? what if you don't know?" jake asks, running his

questions together.

"where is this even coming from, jake? i thought you said you were cool with it? that it didn't change anything?"

"it doesn't!" jake says, matter of factly. "it seriously doesn't matter, drew. this is.. this is different, alright?” jake hesitates before just ripping off the band-aid, “i think i like boys too. i.. i don't know. it's just that i know how to feel about girls, i know when i have a crush on them, but i can't tell if i feel the same way towards guys."

drew looks taken back. "oh. really?"

"yeah and i just... you know what? sorry for asking, it’s stupid. forget I said anything," jake answers, waving his hand trying to drop the subject, regretting he even brought it up.

"no, no. . you can talk to me about it. please talk to me about it," drew says earnestly, wishing jake would let him in. he had trusted jake when he was discovering himself, so jake shouldn’t feel like he has to be alone with his confusing feelings. 

"i...," jake wasn't sure how to even begin to describe what he means about how he feels.

"seriously, jake. i'm not going to laugh, or judge you. you can trust me. i won't say anything to anyone if you don't want me to. hell, if you tell me and never want to talk about it again, we won't. just talk to me, i'm here for you," drew says sincerely.

"okay," jake smiles at drew, knowing he means every word. "i don't even really know how to put it. i mean, i know when i like girls, but when it comes to guys... i just don't know how to feel. i think i've had crushes on boys in the past, but i don't think I ever put it together that i liked them like that. and I know that it's okay to like guys,” he continues, “but it's just I'm scared. i... i don't mean that in a bad way, i swear, it's just.. different."

"i get what you mean," drew speaks when jake goes quiet. "it is scary. being different, i mean. but it's okay to be different sometimes."

"i know that. i just don't know if it would feel right."

"if what would feel right?"

"being with a boy," jake says, his gaze drifting down to his hands in his lap, feeling a bit embarrassed of what he's admitting.

"do you want to find out?" drew asks. jake lifts his head to look drew in his eyes.

"what do you mean?"

"do you want to know if it feels right being with a guy?" drew asks again, warily.

"i..," jake's sentence trails, unsure.

"it's okay if you don't want to. i just thought you might have wanted to explore with someone you're comfortable around, like me. your friend."

"friend," jake repeats, thinking of the countless times he's told himself that's all he and drew were whenever rogue thoughts roamed to the boy sitting next to

him. that's all they were after all. right?

"yeah. i... you know what? forget i said it, it was a stupid thing to say anyways. sorry–," drew starts when jake cuts him off by saying,

"no, it's okay. yeah, yeah, i want to know."

"you're sure?" drew asks, fearing he's pressured jake into something he doesn’t really want to do.

"positive. i trust you."

"okay. i know you've kissed a girl before," drew states and jake nods, "and i'm guessing you've never kissed a boy?" jake shakes his head no. "then I guess we start with that..."

drew waits for jake to come closer, and when neither of them show any signs of movement, drew scoots over, rearranging the pillows, so he's only inches from jake.

jake's heart is beating fast in his throat as he stares at drew's slightly parted lips. he's frozen in place with nervousness and excitement both as he waits for the other boy to close the space between them.

when jake notices the slight hesitation as drew leans in closer, he recollects himself and meets him halfway. their lips meet, touching lightly, as if they were treating one another as very fragile.

jake melts into the kiss. drew starts to take charge, leading it with a silent passion. jake, lost in the kiss, parts his mouth slightly to take in a breath, which is immediately taken advantage of by his partner who shoves his tongue into jake's mouth, deepening the kiss. jake lets out a groan in surprise, and drew smiles against his lips.

they pull apart to catch their breath. they stare at each other silently for a moment.

"was that okay?" drew questions.

"yeah. more than okay," jake answers, his slightly swollen lips tugging up into a grin.

"so it felt right? kissing a boy?"

"i think so," jake replies, vaguely thinking of how it was more than okay, especially since the boy he was kissing was drew.

"if I tried to kiss you again, would you let me?"

"definitely."

at that, the space between them closes yet again, lips reconnecting. jake loves the way drew's lips feel: soft and smooth. his tongue glides easily over them.

the kiss becomes faster and messier as it continues. teeth start to bite gently at bottom lips urging the kiss further. hands roam across one another's bodies, entwined in the other's hair, running down their side to rest on their hips. 

jake lets his hand venture under drew’s shirt, feeling his bare skin against his hands. He explores every part of drew’s back under the material before moving his hands to the other boy’s chest. jake is absolutely entranced by how soft drew’s skin is against his touch. 

just like jake, drew is equally as handsy. he cups jake’s face intimately for a while, before they sink down to his neck, resting with fingers laced together. They continue to drop, running down the sides of the blonde’s body. drew runs his fingers along the insides of jake’s thighs for a moment before they move once again to grab at the boy’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer until jake is seated on his lap. drew’s hands toy with the hem of jake’s shirt, lifting it up a bit, a silent want for the material to be discarded. 

“you can take it off,” jake says, not needing drew to voice the question. at this, jake leans back just enough so that his shirt could easily be stripped off of him. 

without the shirt to cover his torso, jake becomes aware of just how real this is getting. he’s growing flustered when he moves to pull at drew’s shirt, in desperation of contact with the other boy’s bare skin. 

once drew’s shirt is removed and tossed aimlessly aside, jake gapes at the alabaster skin in front of him. his hands immediately start to touch at every part of drew, wanting more. 

drew reaches out to touch just under jake’s chin, gently raising his head so jake’s gaze reaches his own. He licks his lips before resuming the kiss. 

this time, the kiss is fueled by mutual desperation. a shared desire to taste every part of their partner’s mouth, reeling them in with every glide of the tongue against the other’s lips. drew bites jake’s lip gently. it didn’t hurt. instead, it only made him want more. 

the two are chest to chest, breaths almost perfectly in sync, marking this moment as something they both want. sighs are breathed into the kiss, enhancing it. once more, needy hands start to wander.

drew tugs at jake's hair, which earns a sharp moan from the blonde. jake feels his dick pulse as a result from the sudden tug. everything else leading him up to this moment was already building him up, but this really set him off the most. 

drew pulls away from jake, looking down at jake's growing erection.

"i could help with that, too," drew says softly, treading carefully, not wanting to push jake. "only if you want though."

“i do. want you to, i mean,” jake replies, after a moment. 

“you’re sure? we don’t have to…,” drew trails. 

“i’m sure,” jake whispers in response. 

“okay.” 

drew moves to unbutton jake’s jeans, taking it slow. jake readjusts himself by moving off of drew’s lap so he can remove his pants. drew simultaneously removes his own before jake climbs back onto his lap. 

jake’s boner was even more visible now that the only thing constricting it was the thin piece of cloth making up his boxers. drew hesitates before gingerly placing his hand on jake’s erection. jake groans and bucks up into the touch. 

“more,” jake whines. drew smirks at just how desperate the boy on top of him was. barely a single touch, and he’s begging for more.

“you need to take off your boxers for that, jake,” drew says, casually, a newfound confidence stirring inside him. 

“oh. right,” jake utters, turning a light pink shade. once again, he moves off drew. fingers reach at the elastic waistband and slowly pull them off. his dick springs up, content with the removal of its constriction. jake takes his place once more on top of drew. he shyly waits for drew to say or do something feeling exposed with him now having not a trace of clothing on. 

drew stares down at jake’s length in awe. his dick was quite frankly very large for someone of his age. drew knew his own to be thicker than jake’s, but the length of it was in no comparison to the other boy’s. he figures this is only natural for someone

as long and gangly as jake. 

“drew,” jake urges, snapping drew out of his trance. he reaches forward to take jake’s dick into his hand. starting at the base, he slowly starts to pump his hand. 

the sound jake lets out is a reward to drew’s ears itself. he makes it his goal to bring more noises out of the other boy. jake whimpers and whines as the pace quickens. 

drew feels his own dick in his underwear in desperate need of friction. he’d been so caught up in making jake feel good that he had neglected his own aching erection. 

he reluctantly releases his grip from Mike. the blonde whines at the loss of contact before he realizes the motive of it. he watches intently as drew slips out of his underwear. 

he sees that drew is just as painfully hard as jake. he almost feels sorry for him because it had to hurt, going that long without any sensual relief. alongside this, he comes to a realization that he made drew have this reaction. his dick pulses, missing drew’s palms clasping his base and fingers wrapped around it. 

luckily, drew quickly resumes their previous actions, this time palming his own cock as well. breaths become more labored as the pumping quickens. groans and inaudible slutty moans that vaguely sounded like drew’s name were released from jake’s mouth. 

drew quickens his hand movements is a desperate attempt to draw out more sounds from jake. 

“Ah.. fuck, drew. I’m.. I’m close,” jake says, in between moans. 

“cum for me, jake. you’ve done so good for me,” drew urges. almost instantly, at the sound of praise, jake releases, cum spilling out all over drew’s hand and his own stomach. drew continues to gently stroke jake, letting him ride out his high, until he feels the other boy grow soft. 

“holy fuck,” jake sighs, feeling blissful. drew finds his previously discarded shirt and wipes up the mess jake had made. 

“how was it?” drew asks, already having an idea of the answer, but he felt obligated

to let jake voice his own opinion. 

“good. really good,” jake replies with a smile. he turns to look at drew, becoming aware that he still was incredibly hard. He felt selfish. drew hasn't been able to tend to the erection.  

“drew..,” jake trails, staring down at the other boy's length. “can i… can i help you with that now?”

“it’s fine, jake. you don’t have to,” drew says apologetically. 

“i want to,” he insists. 

“okay..,” drew looks unsure. he waits for jake to take his dick into his hand like he did for him a few moments ago, but instead is guided to the edge of the bed and instructed to sit. 

drew watches in fascination as jake lowers himself off of the bed and sinks onto his knees in between drew’s legs. 

“jake…,” drew growls lustfully, in anticipation for what is yet to come. 

jake grabs hold of drew’s base as he licks a strip up the underside of drew’s dick. drew hisses in admirable pleasure. 

jake makes his way up to the head before licking circles around it. teasing drew, he barely pushes his head down onto drew’s cock before coming off of it again. he strokes drew just a touch before he grows impatient. 

“get on with it, sterling,” he half growls in desperation. 

jake smirks before taking drew back into his mouth. once he sinks down and reaches the hilt, he hollows out his cheeks, sucking harshly. drew moans in pure ecstasy and laces his fingers through jake’s hair, tugging lightly. same as before, this draws a groan from jake. however, this time, it’s even more enjoyable because it’s let out against drew’s dick, intensifying the pleasure.

jake slowly drags up the length of his dick, tongue pressed flat to the underside of it. jake bobs his head up and down, moans growing louder each time the pace accelerates. 

after a moment, jake’s jaw grows sore, and threatens to go lax. accidentally, his teeth run against drew’s cock. drew bucks his hips up into jake’s mouth, surprised by the sudden new stimulation.

“fuck,” drew breaths out. 

jake pulls off before apologizing, “sorry.”

“no, it’s okay. god, it’s more than okay, jake.”

drew pushes jake’s head down, encouraging him to take him back in his mouth, which jake does. 

with the newfound knowledge of drew liking gentle strokes with teeth, he uses this to his advantage. every now and then, after four or five bobs of the head, he adds teeth, and every time, he’s greeted with a sharp moan from drew. 

he continues this motion for a little while before drew tightens his grip in jake’s hair. 

“i’m close, jake,” he gasps. jake smiles, the pace of his bobbing head quickening impossibly. he lightly drags his teeth with intent on making drew feel good. drew starts to thrust upward in sync with jake’s mouth. he lets out a deep groan before he is overcome with immeasurable pleasure. white cum paints the inside of jake’s

throat. 

drew sighs, loosening his grip on jake’s hair so he can pull off. once free, jake spits out the excess cum that was still in his mouth. 

“fucking hell, jake,” drew says, exasperated. he leans back, so he’s now laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. jake joins him, and drew wraps one of his arms around his torso. 

“wow…,” was all jake could say in return, and not just because his jaw was sore from sucking drew off, but because he was genuinely at a loss for words. 

“did any of this help you clear anything up?” drew asks. 

“yeah, of course. i think i definitely like boys,” jake responds. 

“i’m glad you told me.”

“me too.”

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Ride Me

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Warning: 18+, smut, dryhump, Oral, Sizekink, unprotective sex, explicit sex, Begging.

Summary: You, Rowena, Castiel and lucifer sits in the back of Dean and Sam's Car on your way back from a hunt, but because its not room for all of you three, you have to sit in lucifer's lap. After you arrive to the bunker, one thing leads to another..

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

"Listen, we are in the middle of nowhere!" Dean spat, "Just get in the car already and let’s get the hell out of here." he said loudly, "I Just want beer dammit" he mumbled and sat in the car. Castiel jumped into the car and sat down in the middle and Rowena sat next to him on the right. Lucifer sat next to Castiel on the other side. "Why arent you teleporting away?" Cas asked Lucifer. Lucifer smiled sly and said "No reason, Just here to spend some quality time with my little brother" he said and playfully punched Cas in his shoulder.

Sam looked over to you "I think you have to sit in somebody's lap" he shrugged and sat into the car. You sighed and walked over to the car. "Listen y/n, I promise you'll be safe, it's just one car ride, but just get in already" Dean said annoyed. You opend the door and Rowena said plainly: "Forget it, Im not having you on my lap, and I'm not sitting beside Lucifer" she said plainly. You closed the door, and tried to talk yourself into to just accept that you had to sit in the lap to Lucifer. You walked over to the other side, and you opend the door, and all you could see was Lucifer's face "Jump in, I wont bite" he said, "watch it, cause I will." you bite back. You sat down into the car on his lap. Dean turned on some music and started to drive.

You tried to sit comfortable, but you gave up and sighed. "Are you experiencing some difficulties?" Lucifer chuckled. "If you look to the side window you can see trees! nothing ever happends there" Lucifer joked. You held one hand at the side of the doorhandle, and tried to find another place for your other hand. you held momentairly on Lucifer's thigh. shifting your position, unknowingly closer to his center. Lucifer cleared his throat. "cat cought your toungue?" you whispered to him, with a chuckle. He looked into your eyes, with the most sly smile on his face.

You looked into his eyes with frustration. You could feel his boulder growing bigger, searching for an entrance. you bit your lip trying to hold back a moan. You couldn’t help but to imagine pushing yourself harder down into his lap. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to think about something else. He lifted his hand and carefully touched your thigh. You bit your lower lip harder wanting to kiss him and just do all the noughty things with him.

You casually looked around the car, the others was too busy with other things. Rowena was staring out the window, Cas was listening to some podcast on his phone apparently and did not pay attention. Sam was too busy on his computer and well Dean was driving. So nobody was paying attention. But Lucifer was paying attention, paying attention to you. You relaxed your shoulders alittle and blushed for even thinking so dirty about the devil. But you could not resist it.

His hand on your thigh was starting to heat you up. You sighed and slowly moved your hips closer to his boulder, His big boulder made you so hot, wondering if somebody turned up the heat in this car. And you could not help but imagine how big he felt like. You looked over and saw deep into his alluring eyes, you moved your hips carefully one more time, craving to feel him into you. Trying to be silent about it but allowing him to see what your intentions were. He noticed right away, "careful" he whispered into your ear, " we are not alone, yet" he stopped to move his hand a little closer to your core "and if we were, you have no Idea what I would do to you. " he bit your earlobe seductively "no idea" he whispered.

You lifted your hand from his thigh to your mouth covering up your need to moan, your body wanting him, you just wanted to let him take you then and there. You could feel his pressence radiating twoards your skin. He took your hand away from your mouth, and put your hand back on his thigh.

His other free hand he slyly moved his hand down twoards your pants, touching your core. You let out a silent moan, It felt like electrisity running in your body, but tried to recover by coughing. Luckly nobody noticed. But he did. And he loved it, and he was not going to stop either.

The car began to drive over some bumps, as your entrance began to thrust into his core. You blushed and secretly wanted it not to end. Closing your eyes and enjoying every minute. Feeling your entrance a little satisfied, but wanting more. You slowly turned your head to take a peak at him, and he stared at your underlip, while biting his own. After he smiled sly and whispered "those bumps huh?" You blushed and turned around and tried to avoid the look on his smug face.

He grabbed your hips silently, holding you down to his core. He began moving your hips, like he was thrusting your hips, your entrance closer to his boulder. "Please” you whined, feeling like you were in heat, you turned your face to take a look at him. Pretending you were looking out the window, covering up your face a little. He had an hungry look on his face, looking like he was ready to snap any second. "Please" you whispered "we are not alone”. He stopped for a while but his boulder began pressing up unto your core. You sighed frustratedly. You had no idea how nobody was paying attention, but you guessed maybe because he’s the devil of course.

Not long after the car had arrived to the bunker. Everyone else was allready in the bunker, but you stayed behind to stretch your legs, unknowingly Lucifer bumped into you his boulder crashing into you from behind, making you moan. Lucifer smiled and winked " oh my, im so sorry" he said and started to walk slowly twoards over to the bunker door. "Want to finish what we started?" he winked.

You couldn't help but look at him. He stood there tempting you. You imagine what he could you do to you, to your body. You started to walk towards him, "you know, I felt that you have a huge cock" you said sly, "but I have dildos" you shrugged, "so I'm good" you winked at him. you tried to walk past him, and he grabbed your arm "use me as your dildo" he said seductively.

You didn't know how to resbond, but you shifted twoards him, touching his chest, and felt him all the way up twoards his neck. "or bring one, I dont mind" he leaned a little closer to your ear. You felt like you couldnt move. "in fact, I have some Ideas to what we can do to each other." he moved his face so his lips were inches from your lips, "but I got to tell you, I think you're going to have your hands full with me" he said softly. " So you wouldn't need one anyway." he trailed off. You couldn't fight this any longer, "I dont think you know-" you trailed off, but stopped.

You couldn't fight this, You grabbed his shirt and kissed him, your tounge aching to taste him, asking for entrance. He grabbed your face, and your tounge crashed hungry for each other. You were hungry for all of him. He snapped his fingers, and we were in a bedroom alone.

You didnt bother to care where Lucifer took you. He grabbed your chin, and looked over to the door and locked it with a handmovement. You smiled "nice trick" and started to unbuckle his pants. He took over and took of his clothes, exept his boxers. you threw off your clothes, all except your underwear "let me" he said softly and lifted you up to your bed.

He climed over you kissing you everywhere, while working his way up towards your bra. He lowerd his head twoards your bra, biting it open with his teeth. "open sesame" he said and licked your nipple with his split tounge. You moaned and tried to take off your panties, but he stopped you and grabbed your both hands and pushed them back over your head. "now you lie there" he orderd.

You couldn't move your hands by some weird force. He lowered himself and ripped your panties off. He lowerd his head twoards your core and licked your core with his tounge. You moaned and tried to push your core closer to his mouth. wanting to thrust into him. "you are so wet" he said while stimulating your g-spot with his fingers. he took his finger twoards his mouth tasting you.

He leaned over to you, kissing you passionatly while fingering your g-spot. You looked into his eyes "please" you begged. "please what?" he asked with an alluring smile. He moved himself closer to your entrance, you could feel his boulder throbbing into your core. "please take it off" you begged, "you want to undress me y/n?" He shaked his head "tch tch tch!" he said playfully as he shook his head. "What would everybody say to that, if they heard you?" You thrusted your hips into his core, "who says they won't be hearing you too?" You smirked. He finally let out a moan. "you little minx" he thrusted his hips into your core. "I'll fuck you senseless" he said thrusting you once more, before finally removing his boxers.

You took a glance over his big long throbbing shaft, feeling your knees tumble, shaking with desire. "I'll do whatever you want, just fuck me allready" you begged, hungry for his giant. He smiled, "I'm going to make sure everyone here at this bunker knows that youre mine" he said feeling up your wet entrance with his shaft and suddenly thrusted his shaft into you with no warning, he moaned "youre so wet" he started to thrust, finding a rythum. He kissed you like he was hungry for you. "I'm-" you moaned, he hummed "yes", he kept thrusting "say my name" you moaned, "Lucifer!" he thrusted you until you climaxed, feeling your legs started to shake, and he rode you out until you got your high.

You lifted your legs around his waist, "your turn" you winked and finally able to move your hands, you moved them around his neck and tilted him over. You were hungry for more, more of him. "what are you planning on doing to me" he hummed into your ear. You grabbed his shaft, entering and started to thrust him hard. "I want you" you moaned, and thrusted him in a rythmic motion. "I've wanted to do this all day" you moaned, and laid down twoards his neck. "you feel so good" he said into your ear, playfully biting your earlobe.

"let me" he smiled sly and grabbed you, lifting you up and walked over to a table, where he laid you down on your back. "im going to fuck you so hard you'll never want another dildo ever again" he warned, and thrusted hard into you. you could hear your bodies crashing, him hitting your g-spot. "Lucifer!" you moaned and lifted your feet high, letting him go deeper. It was hurting a little due to his size, but you couldn’t help but love it. He moaned, and kept thrusting you. "I'm coming" he moaned, "me too" your bodies crashed into each other, the sound of your wet entrance was making him crazy. You climaxed once more "Lucifer!" you moaned loudly, he had the most devil smile on his face as he let out his shaft, stroking himself and marked you with his cum all over your body.

"so, same time next week?" he winked, "how about after some dinner?" you flirted. "How about a shower?" He said and carried you out to the shower, to help you clean you up.