#but also he may just look good in a red dress and pearls

[squeeze-the-lemon]

alternatively, descole just really wanted to dress up as them

brenda 🤝 angela

getting sent to descole jail for being too smart from the get go

[s3raphimssins]

Dazai x reader (besties, but dazai having feelings for her.)

The whole agency attends a wedding of a client<3. Like, make some scenarios of ur choice. Also,The bride throws her bouquet and gets caught by the reader leaving the reader flustered.

I Do ＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚

➼authors note: ahh! this is so cute! i really look forward to your requests! you ask and i shall deliver!

➼pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

➼summary: you attend the wedding of a client with the agency but you did not expect your turn to be next?

You zipped up one of your finest of dresses, pairing it with a simple pearl necklace and earrings and taking your clutch and walking out of your room.

You wore your heels and took your keys leaving for the night. A client had so kindly invited you to their wedding after the agency helped saved them.

Kunnikida was supposed to pick you up as you didn't feel like driving that night and as if on cue you heard a car honk outside. You opened the door and sat on the passenger seat.

"good evening Kunnikida"

"good evening [name]" he said calmly and drove off.

You two talked about how nice the client is on your way to the venue and discussed other matters. You reached the venue in 15 minutes and got out of the car to see the agency standing there waiting for you two and ranpo and president.

You walked to them greeting them.

"hello guys!" you said cheerfully.

"damn girl you're looking fine" you heard yosano say walking up to you. She didn't look any less, she looked stunning.

"says you" you smiled at her.

what you didn't notice at first was dazai staring at you, his eyes lit up watching you walk down. He was speechless. A man who had more control on his emotions than anyone, had no control over this feeling. He forced them to subside but failed miserably causing his cheeks to flush.

"oh hey donna~" he said oddly nervous.

"hey dazai! whats up!" you smiled walking to him.

You two talked abit with dazai just gazing at your eyes the entire time until the president and ranpo arrived. You all walked in and sat n your seats when refreshments were served. Dazai took 2 champagne glasses and gave one to you, while yosano took wine instead. Ranpo was taking the appetizers and president was sitting calmly on his seat observing everything while kunnikida was writing something down... probably his ideal wedding. Naomi and Tanazaki excused themselves as they had to go to school tomorrow.

The bride entered and she looked stunning you gasped at how lovely she looked while dazai was focused on you the entire time. How your cheeks flushed slightly when the groom took the brides hand to bring her to him, how your hair looked so gorgeous, your simple yet stunning jewelry and you beautiful dress. What was happening to him? He shook his head and turned away.

The bride and groom were saying their vows as yosano smiled gently at the sight circling her wine glass,kunnikida observing with a calm expression. the president also had a small smile and ranpo couldn't care less. As the priest said "you may now kiss the bride" it made you abit emotional and you took dazais hand commenting on how cute the couple looks and how you can't wait to experience this one day, while all he could think about was that if you want he would put a ring on your finger right now, but oh how he was too good at hiding his feelings and how blind you were to his.

Soon enough after some snacks the bride lined up everyone to throw her bouquet in the end and smiled softly at you when she noticed the agency there. You didn't want to stand there but yosano pulled you so here you are. you stood still waiting for the flowers to get launched but what you didn't expect was her throw to go so far that it reached as far as you were standing and...out of the blue...you caught it.

The agency all started cheering for you as kunnikida clapped yosano hugged you tightly, ranpo cheered and president smiled. Dazai looked at you shocked as you caught the flowers. Your face shun a bright red flustered at all the sudden attention looking at the flowers in disbelief. You chuckled nervously and hugged yosano back and soon went back to your seat when everyone settled down. You showed dazai the flowers and he just said.

"nice catch" and laughed

"i didn't expect her to throw all the way back!" you chuckled nervously.

The bride and groom were going back but stopped on their way to greet you guys. You all stood up congratulating them and dazai teased the groom so bad flustering him and you nudged his shoulder laughing. What a great day...and if theres one thing dazai learnt.

it was how badly he wanted to wife you up

»»———-　 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ———-««

[sailorsenshishitposter]

JJK X Disney Crossover

"You are hereby invited to the royal ball at the magic kingdom."

Cinderella read the note again. Surely this couldn't be right? Why would the king invite a lowly commoner like herself to such an extravagant event?

It turns out that Kenjaku had found Walt Disney's frozen corpse and hijacked it. Frankly, he was still bored and just looking for more people he could bring into the culling games. He was also forcing Sukuna to participate (how he got him to agree we shall never know).

Cinderella was too dazed to notice the ugliest step sister's approaching.

"What's that in your hand!?"

"Mother, Cinderella is stealing your mail!"

Out came a haggard old woman who looked like she got lost from the set of corpse bride.

"Wretched girl, let me see this!"

She snatched the envelope from the poor girls hands and read the contents aloud.

"Drizella, Anastasia, it turns out that the king has invited the two of you to a royal ball! I must prepare the two of you if you are to woo his son. Come along, we must find the perfect dresses for the two of you at once!"

She then turned towards her stepdaughter.

"If you clean the entire house I may entertain whatever stupid question it is that you are thinking. Now get started!"

Cinderella began scrubbing the floor but decided it would be better to scrub her ears first due to Drizella's god awful singing.

"Why couldn't the good lord make me deaf?" ______________

Cinderella noted that she had extra time left so she asked her animal friends if they could help her with her dress. There may have been rat droppings and bits of a birds breakfast in the finished product but she had to admit that it was nicer than the rags she was currently wearing. She then ran downstairs to find her stepmother.

"Mother, I have finished all the household chores."

"I thought I told you to never call me that!"

Lady Tremaine then stopped what she was doing and gave a sneer.

"What are you all dressed up for?"

"What do you mean? I thought you said that I could go?"

Her stepmother than snapped her fingers.

"Girls, do you think something seems familiar?"

One of the girls let out a scream.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY NECKLACE, WENTCH!? THIS IS A LUXURY SET OF PEARLS I GOT FROM CLAIRE'S!"

She then ripped them off. Looks like Drizella wasn't getting her $4.50 back.

"AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SASH! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS MADE WITH THE FINEST SILK THEY HAD AVAILABLE ON ALIEXPRESS!"

Anastasia then tore it off which was easy since it was made by sweatshop workers who were no older than eight and had little sewing experience.

To add insult to injury, Lucifer then raised his hind leg and began to pee on the remaining fabic.

"Toodleloo, Cinderella! When I get back I expect you to have finished cleaning the toilets!"

"But I just cleaned them three hours ago!"

"Yes, well we stopped at taco bell on the way home and you know how well Anastasia takes to mexican food."

The door then shut and Cinderella began to sob. She didn't notice the card on the floor as her tears began to hit it and suddenly there was a burst of light.

"Who are you?"

Standing before her was a masked man in robes with white hair.

"Why sweetie, I'm your fairy godmother."

"Aren't you a boy?"

"And you're asking too many questions. Now do you want my help or not?"

Cinderella stopped sniffling.

"Help? How can you help me!?"

The man then took out a wand and began to move it.

"Like this. Bibbity boppity boo, I call upon blue!"

Cinderella was then knocked back by a magic ball of blue light.

"Oops. Looks like I used too much..."

The girl then removed herself from the human shaped hole in the concrete wall and began to rub the dust off her shoulders.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

She was now wearing a powder blue ball gown along with a pair of glass slippers.

"If you think that's cool then check out this! Red!"

The man sent a spark of red energy at the garden, causing the pumpkins to explode.

"Shit! I guess I'll have Ijichi drive you..." ______________

Cinderella got in the car and the man knocked on her window. "The names Gojo by the way. Now, before I forget, you need to be back home by twelve or-"

Ijichi was already driving away.

"That's it, I'm going home!" ______________

Cinderella was in the ball room when her mouse scampered out of her dress.

"Wait, come back!"

As this was happening, Naoya was making his complaints about the server to the knight on duty.

"I refuse to eat something that she has touched, Nanami! You tell Gojo that I won't tolerate the presence of a ni-"

Before the man could finish, he was being punched by Nanami.

"Don't you dare insult Tiana again!"

He then dropped Naoya off into the Kitchen.

"You now have everything you need to make Sukuna's meal."

Uraume then got started on the banquet. ______________

"I wonder where the prince could be..."

"I think he's around here somewhere."

Cinderella then jumped back.

"GOJO?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to find Suguru!" ______________

The two men were dancing when another voice cut in.

"Gojo, how could you cheat on me like this! Especially right in front of our son!"

Killua then cried and ran off to find Gon.

"WAIT, YOU'RE THE PRINCE GOJO!?"

"Satoru, who is that?"

"I'M HIS WIFE, ELSA! GOJO, WHO IS THIS OTHER MAN!?"

A third voice then cut in.

"If anyone's looking for a mouse, I stepped on it. You should really hire some cleaning staff, Gojo."

It was none other than Sukuna.

"I think I'm going to faint..."

Cinderella then fell to the floor.

"Why is my dinner on the ground? You know I like my meat well done! Oh well, I guess that's why they call it the five second rule. Malevolent Kitchen!"

Sukuna then roasted the girl into nothing but cinders.

"My bad, I guess I left the oven on too long. I'm going to see if Uraume has anything else to eat..."

Geto then slapped Gojo.

"HOW COULD YOU SATORU!? I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL!"

"WAIT BABY, COME BACK, I'M SORRY! SHE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!"

His son Killua was now gorging on chocolate robots.

"Gojo always seems to be inserting himself in others lives doesn't he? You know he took custody of my son right?"

Buzz's wing popped out. He couldn't believe he was so close to such a handsome man.

"I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name?"

The man smirked.

"It's Toji. Toji Fushiguro and you better remember it!"

He then began to kiss Buzz passionately.

Megumi then gave a disgusted look.

"Gross dad! I told you not to embarrass me in front of Ariel!"

Bagdamagus was never born rip

[daielsal]

I finally completed my Lucera fanart! Was inspired to draw her after I discovered @presidenthades ‘A House Full of Daughters’ AU the year prior, which has helped in improving my mood by a lot. I think I fell hard after reading ‘The Golds’ (which I was able to actively get updates on as the author was still posting updates at the time, it’s been completed as of now)! Right now I am reading there newest addition of their AHFOD AU which is ‘Compromise and being Compromised’ (surprisingly enough this is my go to fic if I want to read a fic that has a happy premise, compared to the other Lucera fics that are usually really angsty, or just pure heart break. I’m looking at you ‘When Dragons Danced’ and ‘The Dying of the Dragons’ 👀 Although on a side note I would love to eventually make fanart for TDOTD and WDD, especially more so when WDD was my the first Lucera fic that I got to see actively posted up until its completion. Of course, I would also love to draw some fanart for TDOTD as that was recently completed, if anyone is looking for some angsty Lucera fics I would totally recommend these two as they are completed and the writing quality is pretty great). Back to my fanart piece for AHFODs though, overall I am really happy with how she came out in the end. I am open to drawing the rest of the Velaryon girls however that would probably have to be at a later date. Anyways, onward to the details!

* Lucera’s dress is obviously in various shades of blue. Not only as a shoutout to her favorite color, but also in slight homage to her Arryn and Velaryon family ties/roots.

* Gold is included in her dress as well as it seems that the Velaryons are more partial to including gold instead of silver from what I can recall from the last time I was able to watch ‘The House of the Dragon.’ That’s not even including that the Targaryens are also partial on having gold placed within their clothes as well.

* Of course she is going to have some sort of Seahorse motif included in her dress to pay homage to her house.

* The Arrax brooch is also there since she is also paying tribute to her dragon.

* I added the swirls, so that they kind of come off as whirlpools (call back to my Naruto days baby! 😜).

* Pearls since our baby is the ‘Pearl of Driftmark!’ Represent!!!

* The silver sea star is included as she is the future lady of a house that is usually seen in correlation with the sea 🌊

* There are hints of the OG teal of the book!House Velaryon House colors included within her jewelry and adornments that are scattered across her dress.

* The multitude of seashells are included as another representation of her house and the sea 🐚

* The oranges are a call back to her favorite fruit and perfume. President Hades actually brought up a good point of it also being a homage for Laenor, I had actually forgotten that he was also mentioned to have had also been fond of the fruit as well as coconut (which I sadly forgot to add, but that can be used for a later piece, maybe 🤫)

* The carnations are in relation to the actual actor who ended up playing teen Lucerys which is Elliot Grihault, and his birthday happens to fall in January, so of course I had to add one of the months flowers which one happens to be the Carnation. I decided to go with Red Carnations as the color represents a variety of things including love, affection, passion, and distinction (and we know our girl is definitely all of these)!

* Cinnamon flowers are included as Lucera is also noted to have a love for this spice. If I remember correctly from ‘The Golds’ Aegon is able to notice that Cassandra Baratheon is wearing this perfume so that she could entice Aemond (although for those of us who read the fic, we know that plan flunked in the end).

* Orange Blossoms are also included to go with the Oranges 🍊

* Lillies are included to highlight love, femininity, and innocence ( the innocence is more in line with Lucera and Aemond’s younger years when they were both children).

* In many ways the manner in how I drew Lucera somehow ended up reminding me of Layla/Aisha from Winx Club, a show I grew up with which I very much loved. Even though I am more of a Flora girlie I have to give props to Layla/Aisha (shout out to Lay Lay! 😆 side note: Lay Lay will always be Layla to me, I said what I said 😤)! I kind of want to draw Lucera in clothing that pays homage to Layla now, lol! Who knows if I ever do get back to drawing Laena, along with Rhaena and Baela I might have to implement this as well. That’ll be a lot of fun, especially for my 10 year old self!

* Lastly I decided to draw Lucera being surrounded by a flower wreath as a reference of sorts to all of the Voltron fanart that used to be prevalent back in 2016-2018! (Rip Voltron fandom, I very much still miss you 😭 🪦).

Other than that I believe that is everything. I may take another hiatus of sorts to focus on my school work. I also want to find new coloring methods along with possibly revamping my art style. That’s all for now!

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞

Part 2 of Rebellious child

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader wishes she was burnt alive, also she’s a bit depressed, cussing, drinking, reader hates Alicent. reader gets slapped, but she slaps punches back, Targ!cest, angst

Author's note: I couldn't help it, I worked on this one after I posted the first one. I hope you like it :P

After you had found out that your father is dead, your brother went missing or he fled. Your mother said that your father wished for Aegon to be crowned king, you saw that as Bullshit, if he wanted Aegon to be heir then he should of made him heir. You had to inform Rhaenyra somehow, you may not chose good decisions before but today was the day you had to make the right decision. 

Some were sent search Aegon, the next day he’ll be crowned king, your brother did not want this but your mother’s greed was as bad like your grandsire's. The day had arrived and you were getting ready, you wore a black dress, never have you ever touched a green dress after you had become a grown woman. You hated the color green.

Your handmaiden’s were adding your jewelry, a pearl neckless with rubies and a pare of earrings that were gold with red rubies and pearls, this once belonged to Queen Visenya Targaryen, your father had gift them to you as a gift on your names day. Your mother had walked in, she was dressed for the occasion that’ll happen in an hour. “Why of all colors black?” she asked disappointedly, you rolled her eyes and dismissed your maidens. “I like the color black, way better than that green” you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

The Queen looked at you, she wanted to argue but she just sighed and walked to you and held your hands into hers. “I know I haven’t been the best mother, but I just-” she stops and looks into your purple eyes. “Please, don’t disappoint me today, of all days” She said as you had a stoic look. You knew that no matter what you did to try and impress her, she’ll be disappointed. “I cannot promise anything” you said as your mother then pulled you into a hug. She hasn’t hugged you like this, even as a child she was never the affectionate with you, only with your oldest siblings. 

She pulled away and walked to the door but stop and looked back at you. “Y/n, I love you” she said with a small smile and left. You stood there as you watch her leave “sure you do, mother” you said as you sat back down and continued getting ready.

The ceremony began, you were standing next to Aemond and Helaena, she had an uncomfortable look, she looked very terrified. Aemond had his normal face and you were just out of it. Your head was hurting and now you were here making your headache worse. As your brother had come forward your family members bowed for him except you, you just stared at him with a numb look, now that the conqueror’s crown was on his head he was now king. People cheered for him, as he looked at the crowed he looked a bit conflicted, if he should accept it or not. 

Then he pulled the conqueror’s sword and lifted it up, making the crowed cheer even more. All of a sudden some form of explosion happened, the crowed now scream of terror and began to run to the exit. You could not see who it was until the smoke faded, seen princess Rheanys, The Queen that never was on top of the Red Queen, your brother stood protectively in front of your sister and your mother went to protect you brother, and you? No one came in front of you. Rhaenys glared at both the Queen and now King, all she had to do was say the word and they’d burn, you closed your eyes, ready to feel the heat of the flames but now, only a loud roar was released to them, shameful, the she flew out. 

After that ceremony that night the Queen had ordered more guards to watch over King Aegon, you could not say his name with King in front of it, it felt wrong. You were getting ready to go to the tavern by yourself until you saw your mother come in. “Are you leaving?” she asked you as you had finish tying your boots, you normally dress like a boy to hide your identity at this point. “What does it look like I’m doing? Yes, I stayed like you said, hopefully you weren’t disappointed at the time, so be disappointed now” you said fetching your clock but she stopped you.

“Before you go, I’d like to talk with you” The Queen said pulling you  down to take a seat. “What is it now?” you asked, your mother took a deep breath and spoke “tonight, will be the last night you’ll be going out. Now you have a duty to get married to an alliance to secure your brother’s claim” she said, this caused you to laugh hysterically. “More like a stolen claim” you said as she spoke “I’m being serious! I let you do as you please but now you must perform your duty as a princess!” she is now frustrated. “Oh! So now you have use of me, you could of married me a while ago but you chose not to, how is it that my brother can do as he pleases but when it comes to me its bad, hm?” you asked your mother was now conflicted.

“Because he is a man, and you are not, he is now King” she said as you stood up and grabbed your clock. “He did not want this, but you forced him to do it, all for listening to father who was not in the right state. He was always out of everything for bring under the influence of the milk of the poppy.” You said bitterly as your mother looked at you worriedly. “You can do as you please, you can continue to use your own children for your own benefit along with the Hand. Its obvious that all this was his doing and you are going along with it.” You walked towards the door but stopped. “I am ashamed, of being your daughter Alicent Hightower, you were never a good mother or Queen, have a good night Alicent” you said closing the door.

You had arrived at the tavern, drinking away your sorrows or whatever. Today was a roller coaster of emotions. Your brother became King, your family had committed treason, you no longer will address Alicent as mother, a dog is a better mother than her. You didn’t go back to the Red keep, you stayed at an Inn that night, you did not want to go face to face with those traitorous cunts.

The next morning you were waken, by non other than your older brother Aemond, he was sent out to get you and bring you back. Once you were taken back to the Red Keep, you were bathed and dressed in a disgusting green dress, but the you had purposefully dirtied the gown and wore a red gown.

You were in you bed chambers drinking your wine then your Mother, or should I say Alicent and Otto entered. “It seems that you are back Granddaughter” he said as you looked at him “what can I do for you Lord Hand?” you asked snakingly and took another sip of your wine. Then Otto slapped the cup from your hand and you pouted “I was drinking that! How rude” you said as his face was now red.

“Listen child, you had done whatever you wanted for the last couple years, enough of this foolish behavior, you are to perform your duty and that is final!” He said as you looked up at him, he noticed how you had red under your eyes like his Grandson Aegon. “And If I don’t? Then what?” you said as you then felt a sharp pain on your cheek, Otto had slapped you across the face, but you will not let it slide, you balled your hand into a feast and punched him square on the nose. Causing him to stumble back and he held his nose, you had broken it seen the blood pouring down it. “Y/n!!” Alicent shouted as she went to console her father. “You will not put your filthy hands of me again, next time that you do, I’ll rip your fucking face off!” you shouted as they left your room in search of a maester.

Later that night the family had gathered in the dinning room. Aegon was laughing at Otto who had a bandaged nose. Helaena was in her little world, Alicent looked disappointed at you, by now you were used to that look, and Aemond was seated next to you. You weren’t eating much, you were busy picking at your nails and just drowning yourself in wine. Aegon was now drunk like always, he’d get that drunk when going to the tavern with you, but he had stopped since he had bigger duties to attended.  Alicent and Otto talked about which houses they should ask for their alliances.

Shortly after everyone began to leave to bed, but you were going out again, as you walked down the halls you spotted Aemond their with a cloak on. “Aemond? What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re going to tell Alicent?” you asked with a fake pout, your brother had always been a Mommy’s boy, for sure he’d tell on you. “No, I won’t tell mother, I’ll go with you.” He said “What? You? Come with me? You must be on something?” you said as he smiled “no, I do wish to go with you” He said once again “alright, don’t think I go into brothels for a fuck, thats all Aegon, I just drink” you said as you both left.

The two of you were at the Tavern, drinking your Ale while Aemond watch you drown in it. Drinking was what made you happy, you’d forget about being a princess and the disappointment of the family. “You know, Alicent never loved me” you said catching your brother’s attention. “our Mother does love you, Y/n” he said as you shook your head and talked “no, she doesn’t, all she loves is power, us, her children are only pawns for her to use, and now I am her victim to play with” you said sipping your ale.

Aemond watched you, slowly killing yourself with Ale, he hated seeing you like this, you were like Aegon but you didn’t lay with anyone, you just drank and drank to forget. If only his mother had betrothed you and him, he’d make sure you felt loved, he would of given you the world, but no, he watched you drink, one of this days you might be found dead alone in this tavern, the cause of death being alcohol.

You then fell asleep, Aemond took you back to the Red Keep, he had asked for your handmaiden to dress you properly to bed, Aemond will have a talk with his mother tomorrow.

That morning Aemond approached his mother. “Mother, may I have a word with you?” he asked the Queen who had looked up at him from the book she was reading “yes my love, what is it?” she closed the book and allowed him to sit next to her. “Its about my sister, Y/n. I wish to wed her.” he said, Alicent then grew worried “Aemond, I can’t, she is to wed someone who will stand by us, you'll also have t-” she was cut off by Aemond “you know she will not allow it, she’d do whatever to not wed” he said as the Queen was now conflicted. “I don’t know Aemond, she is out of control, she needs to perform her duty” she said making her son get up. “All this years, I’ve never asked for anything, this is the only thing that I ask- no I demand we wed one another, please mother, let us wed.” He now practically begged, but he noticed how she would refuse again but then he spoke darkly “If I don’t wed her, I’ll take her and take Vhagar to Dragonstone and be by Rhaenyra’s side, I'm sure you would not want that would you?” he threatened. Alicent saw the look of anger in his eyes, he has never spoken to her in that way ever, but she needed him, his dragon to take down the blacks. “Fine, you’ll be wed as soon as possible” she said as Aemond approached her and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks mother” she had hugged him back, a bit shaken by his demand but she agreed to this.

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Effortless Spring Style: Calm Blues

Harvey attended the Disney Upfronts in mid-May looking cute and breezy in this aqua green crochet camp shirt from Target worn with black slacks and a pair of turquoise Dr. Martens loafers.

The loafers are sadly discontinued, though you can sometimes find them secondhand on sites like eBay or Depop. There is also a version of this style available in a much less vibrant blue available via Zappos.

The shirt is still available and comes in sizes up to U.S. men's XXL.

Harvey accessorized with an elegant pearl pendant necklace, possibly the same one he wore to the Garfield movie premiere. Though it's hard to be sure in these photos, it looks very similar to this 18 karat white gold pearl pendant from Tiffany & Co.

Mixing Simplicity & Luxury

Sarah of @taylorswiftstyle (one of the major inspirations for me starting this blog in the first place) often talks about the ways in which Taylor mixes "high" and "low" fashion, pairing expensive designer items with things that are more within an average middle-class person's budget. This is one of the many ways she forges a stronger connection with her fanbase, balancing the aspirational with the accessible.

I believe Harvey does something similar, though perhaps with a slightly different motivation. He has spoken in the past about the lack of size inclusivity in fashion, and how difficult it can be to find nice clothing if you're over a certain size. Luxury and designer fashion are often even less inclusive, and these factors led to Harvey styling himself for red carpets and media events until just a couple of years ago.

He's also talked about his approach to finding pieces he likes by looking in random places, leaning on accessories such as shoes and hats, and not getting attached to only one style or store. He has said he invests in pieces he really likes when he finds them, and wears the things he loves until they fall apart.

These are familiar strategies for those of us who love fashion but don't fit the mainstream fashion world's physical ideal. I've always loved shoes, scarves, hats, and jewelry because it's much easier to go into any store that sells those things and have a reasonable expectation that something will fit me. And when I love an item, I really love it, and wear it until I can't anymore. Truth be told, most of the sewing skills I've learned have just been a desperate attempt to prolong the life of a favorite dress or pair of pants after they begin to show wear and tear.

Though Harvey now has access to stylists and at least one talented designer who's more than happy to dress him for big events (and I'm tapping my watch at the rest of them, why aren't you absolutely begging to get your clothes on this beautiful man?), it's clear he still holds to those tenets that served him well when nobody was styling or dressing him. He will still pair an affordable shirt with a luxury accessory, and look amazing doing so. Because who cares where the items came from if they look good and make you feel good wearing them?

So while I do believe Harvey aims to be a style inspiration to other plus sized people--he has said as much after all--I also believe this grew initially out of his own struggles with having a lack of such style inspirations and icons for himself. This has shaped his relationship to fashion and how he presents himself in that space. There is a dimension of representation and advocacy to his style that grew out of his own frustration with the fashion world's lack of inclusivity.

Affordable Options

While the Target shirt already falls into the realm of affordable, the rest of the outfit might be another story. So I've come up with some options for anyone interested in recreating this look on a budget!

You can find beautiful and affordable pearl pendant necklaces on Etsy. Here are just a few examples!

Genuine Akoya White Pearl Pendant from TADragon, $89.95

Sterling Silver Minimalist Pearl Necklace from MrsQCreation, $19.56 (currently on sale)

Natural Pearl Simple Necklace from BeadHouseCo, $23

These black athletic dress pants from Old Navy are currently on sale for $25. If you're more comfortable with fitting women's pants, these high-waisted OGC chinos also from Old Navy are a great option and on sale for $24.

The turquoise loafers were a bit harder, but these $60 Minnetonka slip-ons from Shoe Station are a decent option if you can't find the Dr. Martens on eBay for a reasonable price.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Bertha x George ~ Trying new stuff

Vaguely NSFW and also on ao3.

Bertha is in her own personal hell.

The move was supposed to fix things. It hasn’t. Not for her. Not like-

It had been necessary for her husband’s career, she reminds herself, and she is a good supportive wife, and in time New York will become a good challenge for her, but for now…

She should be making a good impression in this room full of people who do not know her. Instead her eyes dart for any reason to slip away.

She has already figured out the social tiers here, and she’ll still have to claw her way into this one before she can start climbing, these insipid women who aren’t smart enough to try to conceal where they started. She already knows where to go vague and how to deflect, to pretend she didn’t exist at all before the move, like Aphrodite rising out of seafoam, like-

There are some things about the evening that keep it from being a total loss, Bertha thinks. Like how good she looks in this dress, a darker red than she’d usually choose but it does look magnificent on her, and how she knows her husband is having a better time than she is – oblivion does have its perks – but he still can’t look away from her for too long, and-

She watches him move towards her, as if sensing her frustration. Always so aware of her, this love of hers, and-

An idea forms in the back of her mind, one of those near-terrible ideas she’d usually reject as indecent, but she’s in just enough of a mood not to care.

“Want to explore with me?”

He’d follow her anywhere, she knows that. They are equally strong, yes, but she is not above using his adoration of her to get what she wants, and-

At the very least, a little adventure will let her redirect her frustrations. The décor choices of the nouveau riche certainly are something, and when she has a bigger house to decorate – when, she thinks, when she has everything she wants – she is going to do differently, she has so many plans, she has-

It does take a few doors she probably shouldn’t open to find a sufficiently out-of-the-way room, and as soon as the door is shut behind them she twirls around and pins her husband to it with a nearly indecent kiss.

“Here?”

She rolls her eyes, aware what a sight she is even in dim light. “Yes.”

They are still young, she reminds herself. They are still young, and visibly in love enough that she’s already had to explain to too many people that they have been married for some time, and if she wants to take kisses, if she wants-

She doesn’t just want that, she decides. That may have been the plan when slipping away for a while seemed like the best idea she’d ever had, but it’s not enough now, not with desire warming her body and she is too impatient to wait a few hours until they are home and-

“You want what you want.”

“You’re not stopping me.”

She likes the way he looks at her, like he’s not sure what she’s about to do at any given moment but that uncertainty is part of the charm of her, all-in for whatever she does next and-

She breaks away for a moment and scans the room, trying to figure out the best way to get what she wants. Her layers are going to be a problem and anything that would have her on her back would also have her rolling around like a badly handled tortoise, and-

“If I were to bend over that table, do you think…”

“Would you be comfortable?”

“It would balance out.”

Normally there would be more maneuvering of clothes, but the questionable circumstances will not allow that. A closed door only buys so much time, even as unlikely as it is that anyone else might have the same idea, and it will be enough to get her skirts up and-

Her husband does so, with a little guidance, and the only downside of a position she normally doesn’t suggest is she doesn’t get to see his reactions. There is only the movement of his hands guiding hers to hold the problematic fabric out of the way and then exploring her sensitive parts, exposing her pearl and checking how wet her slit is and-

“You want this.” Not quite a question, but-

“Completely, darling.”

The specific situation dictates how they move together. A different pace than might otherwise be comfortable, and a different sensation with it, and something about the specific angle hits right, and she would say she is never letting him have her while she’s still in her corset again, but-

“Harder,” she breathes. “I need-“

He is only rough with her when she asks, she reminds herself, and even now he has a hand under her mound for her comfort. She is careful to keep quiet, but it takes effort; if they were to do something like this at home, where she could howl properly, she would, and-

The realization that she has found several new things she likes is what pushes her over the edge, and she bites her lip hard enough to bleed. She feels him fall apart after her, and he lingers against her longer than she would expect, perhaps overwhelmed by it all, perhaps-

“So this is something we do now,” he murmurs as their bodies separate.

“I think it will be. I could be a much more tolerable person on these awful evenings if I have something to look forward to.”

“Last I recall, it was your idea to-“

“Necessary evil. Doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”

She will, she hopes, be more patient in whatever petty conversations lie between her and actually leaving. At the very least, she does have something more pleasant to think about, and-

She twirls around and takes another kiss, playful as ever. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Getting to have you? Never.”

[lya-dustin]

Cupid kills with arrows

Chapter 13

Cw: refrences to past child abuse

Gif by @damodredmoiraine

“My dear mother,

Do not be shocked when I return, and you see there is more to me in comparison to the me that left.

If the gods are good, you may become a grandmother in the next six or seven moons.

If the gods are great, you may have a grandson to dote on ---”

“The Queen, your highness.” Her handmaiden, an older woman named Anya, said with a slight curtsy to both women in accordance to rank before leaving to bring refreshments.

“Would you like some tea, your grace?” Aemma asks, not knowing how to even begin speaking to her goodmother.

Does she call her by her name? Does she hope to be called mother?

“Call me Alicent, Aemma.” The queen said as she sat on the opposite settee.

She doesn’t wear true black. Just a shade of green so dark it looks like it.

She dresses finely, more so than mother who had fine dresses, but never really cared about fashion as much as her stepmother.

Even now when mourning clothes call for little adornment and lackluster fabrics, her gowns is so fine it would work perfectly at court.

Aemma wears black mixed with blues, purples, gold, red and silver. She is freed from the burden of wearing full mourning for the next three months unlike her husband, and she takes advantage of it.

Today she wears a simple black and red kirtle over her white chemise and matching black and red sleeves. She wears a girdle around her waist featuring silver beads amongst black and red pearls all coming to join the silver dragon at the center.

And yet looks painfully underdressed in comparison to her goodmother who looks like a fairytale queen in dark silk and golden religious motifs.

“What brings you here, Alicent?” Aemma asks warily.

The queen was only nice if she was being watched.

She never hit Aemma or her brothers, but she had a tongue forked like the serpent she looks like with her fine silk.

As a child it was knowing the honey oozing from her mouth was poison, feeling any touch like a blow no matter how inconsequential it was.

Worse, it was knowing the moment Aemma did anything better than her children, she’d be treated as if she’d done something wicked.

Aemma was glad to be away from her for those seven years.

“I wanted to come and ask how you have been feeling, Aemma.” The queen answered as if she had ever given Aemma a reason to trust her.

“I have been well; the ginger tea has been a great relief these days past.” Aemma has also been hit with a sudden restlessness and looking for any excuse to jump her husband’s bones, but that last part is no one’s business.

Speaking of Aemond, he should be in the tiltyard with his kinsman and Criston.

If she gets out of this talk early maybe Aemma could go watch him take off his shirt in this heat.

But she did say she’d try just as he will.

“I was much the same with Aemond and his brothers. I was so sick at the beginning, but eventually it subsided. Well, not with Aemond.”  She admits, relaxing as Aemond does when he grows comfortable in company. “I have never been to reconcile myself with mutton, but the moment I held him in my arms I knew I’d do it all over again for him if I had to.”

Aemma cannot help but let down her guard at the queen’s honesty.

“I would like us to turn a new leaf.”

“Oh?” Aemma does not mean to appear skeptical at this offer of an olive branch and yet does anyways.

“I have come to realize that I have been less than welcoming to you. You did not deserve to be the object of my anger nor suspicion and I do not want to lose the chance to be a proper grandmother to the children you will have with my son.”

A pretty speech.

Should Aemma believe it?

Gods.

“Would you ever apologize for your behavior towards me and my family if I had never married your son?” Aemma has always had so many questions about everything.

A failing of hers, this never-ending curiosity to know the why of everything,

“I, ---” the queen picks at her nails and looks at her hands, the window and then back at Aemma unable to lie. “I would not.”

“Then I cannot accept your apology until you can truly mean it.” Aemma said. It is not what the queen wanted to hear, but it is the only way they can move forward. “I will give you a chance to prove we can exist in peace and harmony and I will treat you with the respect owed to you due to your station in court and our family for my husband’s sake, but until I know that you are no longer the woman who hated me without reason, I cannot forgive you for it.”

“I suppose I deserve that. You have a good head on your shoulders, Aemma, and a good heart, Court will not be kind to you, and I wish you the best of luck.” It is neither spiteful nor venomous, it’s earnest and refreshing.

It was nice to know she was a rational human being.

They may have a chance after all.

She is very much Rhaenyra’s daughter.

Especially in that specific ensemble.

So much black and red Aemond half expected her to wear the cape with the three headed dragons embroidered on the back.

In a sea of dark greens and blacks she sticks out so much more than one would have assumed at a funerary feast.

The feast would have no dancing and no happy music would be played to prevent them getting the wrong idea.

“Would you consider Otto as a possible name for the babe?” Mother’s goodsister, Frances Costayne, asked, thinking Aemma was still the little girl who’d run to her mother whenever anyone said anything mean to her.

Aemee had grown thick skin and now could return fire with ease and a charming smile.

“As close as the late Hand was to House Targaryen, Otto is not a Targaryen name, I am afraid.” Aemma answered with her usual sunny disposition.

Aemma would rather eat her bonnet than name a child Alicent let alone Otto.

“We hope to ask Princess Rhaenys for her blessing to honor her late father by naming our firstborn son after him.” Aemond interjected knowing Aunt Frances won’t dare to try anything else.

Prince Aemon had been revered as the greatest prince who ever lived, perfect in ways even his sire had not been. Aemon also happened to be the male variation of Aemma and one letter short of Aemond.

Something Aemma had explained when they talked about names for their children during the journey here.

 They had yet to come up with a name for a princess, but something tells him they won’t be needing it.

“It is a fine name, Aemon Targaryen, a name fit for a king.” His mother said with a soft smile. While Aemma had not forgiven his mother for all she did to her as a child and even now as his wife, they had agreed to give each other a chance.

So far, things have been looking well.

This means Aemond must make good on his promise and allow Lucerys Velaryon to keep his eye instead of taking it.

Even if Lucerys were to offer it.

[shubaka]

👻💃👻 OooOooohhh~~

SURPRISE! 'tis I, the Ghost of Halloween Present!!! (aka it's me again, your ghostly gift writer, is now a good time??)

I have very serious new spooky questions for you, if you don't mind answering for no reason at all:

What is the best Halloween candy?! Which one is the worst? 👀

and/OR: If you could pick Halloween costumes for all your favorite KPTS characters, how would you dress them?

and/OR: Are there any traditional Halloween accoutrements that you would prefer to not see rn? (Spiders? Gorey eyeballs? Those cakes that look like dirt with the worms crawling out of them?)

I'm sorry. I get carried away sharing the Halloween Spirit. OoOoooo it's almost here! 🎃🖤🧡

Ahhhhhhh!! (that's a good scream but not a "good" scream -- okay I'll stop. I know my jokes are terrible) Hello!! 😊

Best Halloween Candy... idk, I really like the Jolly Rancher chews (basically the same as the Starburst ones) but that might be because they unlock that part of me that goes feral any time I have a pack of Hi-Chews. The worst?? Okay, so, there were times when I was a child and there was always at least one or two houses that would literally give you a handful of peanuts and pennies 💀💀💀 ... thinking back on it, how on earth did people not complain about that because of potential peanut allergies???

Halloween costumes for KPTS characters?? Let's see...

Kim - bloody Carmen Sandiego please and thank you

Chay - Luffy from One Piece. I just think it would be really cute and he could totally distract Kim with his (right to bare bear) arms.

Sorry I keep saying I'll stop with the bad jokes but I am clearly a big fat liar. Carrying on...

Porsche - as the fox Robin Hood. I will not explain myself.

Kinn - you know what? Sure, he can be fox Maid Marian.

Tankhun - as Frank N Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show. He can have day (bloody surgeon with big ass pearls) and night (fishnets and big red feathery coat) costumes.

Arm - weeeeell he might as well be Rocky from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Everyone and Yok would appreciate it, I'm sure.

Pol - Count von Count from Sesame Street. I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE DELIGHTFUL 😊

Big - Jiang Cheng from The Untamed. Listen. It could be so, so good.

Ken - okay, so, have you ever seen those images of Diglett (Pokemon) where Diglett's actual body is a super muscular man? I just think it would be funny if Ken dressed up as that. :')

Pete - dressed up as Vegas both to be a little shit and to get Vegas feeling some type of way

Vegas - Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender (suggested by Macau because Vegas keeps serving him tea every time he tries to drink alcohol)

Macau - Sokka from ATLA, he may or may not be hiding a water gun in his costume, waiting for the best moment to shoot his brother (he'll probably use Pete as a distraction)

Sorry I also got carried away 😬

[axverelalol]

Bowser x Fem!!1! Reader Chapter 3

sorry for not writing i got kinda lazy and forgot about it, and due to school and stress and other shit but anyway i’ll start writing more and just suggest any x readers thanks! (also i kinda forgot the story line tho i do have the last chapter under this one aka in my notes app where im writing at so it may or may not make sense at first) btw heres something if u dont know it already but ok 

N/N = Nickname

F/C = Favorite Color 

F/V = Favorite Vehicle

D/C = Dress Color

H/C = Hair Color

E/C = Eye Color

V/C = Vehicle Color

yeah im not gonna continue cause yk laziness

WARNING ⚠️ - chapter Cursing, Blood, Betrayal

                                             Y/N POV

its been a hour since the.. yk- i’ve walked around still looking for  roma since he was up to….Something. and im still scared knowing about the so called ‘Wine’ after that you reached roma near a room then.. “ROMA!? ROMA WAIT-“ and with that said, roma left. i questioned why he always ignores me…

maybe its because i left for 4 years?

maybe its because i ignored him when he tried to talk to me?

Maybe its because i left the mansion?

maybe its because i never said goodbye…?

maybe its because….i dont know…..  i arrived to where roma was and there was a note on the door saying…

Hey N/N! Sorry for yk- But moving on! this is where you’ll find the F/C Dress At! And theres…. Other..things you might just need…THO IM NOT SUPPOSED TO DO IT BUT ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! tho we may never see each other again..But lets save the goodbyes for later! But anyways stay save N/N! who knows what else lies..ahead! 

       Love Roma~ 

Huh…what does he mean by… “We May Never See Each Other Again…?” i was very confused but i walked in the room seeing a F/C Dress with Red Pearls On The Top and The Dress Itself Had Sharp Pearls That looked like…teeth? idk.. then i saw my name on it “N/N”… Huh..? whatever 

                         After putting on the dress

wait..How does Roma know my dress si- Oh, right i told him  before prom night for me since he was gonna surprise me…i miss him alot- but anyways i walk out the room almost tripping on those goth punk metal Black and white boots with spikes(or pearl spikes if you know what it is-) you get near a door with spikes and spiked pearls on the door saying ‘N/N’s R00m’  “Huh..?” you shrugged it off then walked in and saw who you thought you would never see again….”FELIX?!??!11!?”

“Long time no see! Y/N…..” suddenly everything went black…

did Felix just..

betrayed you..?

                                              FELIX POV

i hated betraying people, especially if its...Y/N..but hey? she deserved it! b!tch left without saying goodbye. and said one time she’ll come back and its been 17 years…pathetic. finally i dragged her to her bed in my Yk, human form… Y/N Slowly opened her eyes so i had to leave quickly in my Yk form.

(Small pov ikik im not good at them if it isnt Y/N’s Pov)

                                             Y/N POV

I Woke up in..My room?- i dont know anymore. i got up and looked around, the carpet was blood pink (or whatever color it is?) and the walls were pinkish blood red (stop dont bully me i dont know my damn colors just pretend i meant theres blood on the walls and carpet and whatever else im gonna put) i saw a broken mirror with hello kitty case around it..they knew my favorite Sanrio character..? (if u dont like hello kitty then pretend its someone else like Melody or Cinnominroll or Kuromi or whatever) i looked into the mirror and i saw..a whole different version of me..dark hair, red eyes, and horns (like tords but longer aka eddsworld character i simp for but ANYWAY-) … what happened to me..? and there was blood on the side of my face then…i felt a sharp pain in my back..and blood came out my mouth and everything darkened….no..i cant..die..Mario.. Peach..Rose…Daisy.. Luigi…? am i.. dying….? then everything went black..

Short chapter, yeah get used to it im lazy. this isnt even a x reader anymore this is just death itself 😭

[justplainwhump]

Ich habe 605 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 152 more posts als 2021!

220 Einträge erstellt (36%)

385 Einträge gerebloggt (64%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@justplainwhump

@angst-after-dark

@ocean-blue-whump

@hackles-up

@ashintheairlikesnow

Ich habe 479 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

Nur 21% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags

#bbu – 130 Einträge

#self reblog – 84 Einträge

#pet whump – 52 Einträge

#lady whump – 50 Einträge

#ira white – 50 Einträge

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Longest Tag: 63 characters

#also the many many glimpses at how layered this entire world is

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Dressing Room

For the anon who asked for the prompt “poke and prod at my muse’s injuries”, and dedicated to @whumpymirages , you know why.

Referenced Ridley, Leo and B are @hackles-up s characters. Felicity works for Ridley, and it shows.

Dany isn’t in a good place.

[Dany Masterpost]

Content - lady whump (female whumper and female whumpee), noncon stripping, noncon touching (not sexual, but uhh.. getting there), bruises, references to noncon (male whumper), slut shaming and humiliating language, overall pretty heavy humiliation, mention of a shock collar, references to noncon marriage. This is somewhat darker than the warnings may make it seem. Let me know if I should add something.

"Spin", Felicity commands, her finger drawing a lazy circle in the air. There's a glass of champagne dangling from her other hand, that she takes small sips of sometimes, when she's not busy smacking her lips or talking shit. Which means, she doesn't drink too much. She is, however, certainly enjoying herself. I'm standing on a little, circular platform in the middle of a huge dressing room. There's nothing but shades of white around me, or, more correctly - diamond white, ivory, champagne, eggshell, pearl and blush, as I couldn't help but overhear, when Felicity was talking about me to the dressmakers. Diamond white makes her look sickish, it's gross. Oh, I wouldn't go with champagne, it's so conventional, we need her look to be special.

"Danielle." I hate the condescending tone my name has in her voice. "Spin, bitch. I'm doing my fucking job here, and I won't have your bitching around ruin this wedding. It's going to be perfect." 

I can't help but think about wrestling that glass from her hand, smashing it on the ground and burying the remains into her neck. She'd bleed, quickly and violently, red pooling on the light wood, perfectly contrasting the eggshell. I'm pretty sure of it.

With a sigh, Felicity puts the glass aside and reaches into her purse for the little, plastic controller. It looks hilarious in her perfectly manicured hand, next to dangling golden bracelets and expensive rings. A token of brutality, framed in elegance. "You really leave me no cho-"

"No" The tailor all but falls into her arm. "Noo! No, miss, don't shock her, please! This dress is Vera Wang, she'll tear it if she spasms, don't!"

I chuckle dryly. Yeah. Don't endanger the goods. The dress is worth more than me, after all.

Felicity exhales sharply through her nose, clearly annoyed by a little employee trying to tell her off. "Fine", she hisses. "You know what else is on the table, Danielle. I'm pretty sure Mr Lordin laid out in detail how he is going to discipline you, if you go on sabotaging this project. Discipline you, or this horrible, gross guard dog of his."

I blanche, probably matching the color of this fucking dress even better now. She's right. Ridley did go into detail. I can't. I can't risk B's life just to keep up some stubborn pride in front of a ridiculous marketing assistant like Felicity. With my jaw clenched, I spin.

"Stop", she calls. I obey, and I hear her step onto the platform behind me. She's clicking her tongue dismissively. Without further warning, her hand is on my shoulder, fingers digging into a fresh bruise. Pain bursts through me, fresh and reignited by her fingernails, dull and memorized in the shape of Leo's fine leather shoe. 

"Please," I breathe. "Please, don't."

My knees give in under her relentless grip, and the only thing hindering my fall is the tailor steadying my side while gathering the dress. "The seams", he whines. "Careful!"

"This looks horrible", she says, fastening her grip. I can't help but wince again. She doesn't care. "It's fucking black. The wedding is in mere weeks. How can you still gather such ugly bruises, you should know better, really. Especially with that pale skin color."

I can't reply, can barely breathe. Tears are welling up in my eyes.

With a final sigh, she lets go. "Take it off," she tells the tailor. "Too much back. Even if that ugly thing heals in time, can't have these other scars show either." I hold back a shivering breath, when she runs her fingers over the ends of the whip marks between my shoulder blades.

"There isn't much opportunities with a high back," the tailor hurries to say. "Out of style, but... Let me see what I can do." A second set of fingers dances over my back, as he undoes the buttons and slides down the dress, carefully aiding me to step out of it and then vanishing towards his storage.

They don't care I'm shivering in my underwear. I'm a thing, meant for a rich man's pleasure. Nothing-

Felicity's fingers are unclasping the strapless bra and I freeze. "Let's have a look at the whole package then, shall we? I gotta know what I'm working with." Her breath on the back of my neck suddenly feels hot. Menacing. I barely hear the soft lace hit the ground, when she drops the bra to the ground. "Spin," she says again. Calmly, this time.

I obey.

She didn't even step back. She's right in front of me, a lot shorter than me, but she isn't looking at my face anyway. She's looking at my body, at my breasts, my belly, my thighs, and there's a contempt smirk on her face. "What a whore," she mumbles. "And I used to be jealous of you. You really are nothing but a dumb little slut, aren't you?" 

She rests her index finger against the shock collar, the other hand idly playing with the remote. I won't give her the pleasure of using it, I swear to myself. This isn't a fight I need to win. She's nothing. She doesn't matter.

With a soft hum, she runs her finger down, following a line of dark purple hickeys, on top of a green and blue one. "Disgusting," she says conversationally. "For someone with such a foul mouth, you sure play submissive when he fucks you, don't you?" 

I shiver, when her finger prods at my breasts, follow the long finger-shaped bruises. "But that's all you're good for. I can accept that, you know. I run his business. You? You're not his fiancee. You're his fucktoy." Her eyes narrow, my only warning before she pinches and twists my nipple and doesn't let go. 

Pain floods me, fueled by humiliation. I cry out, try to back away. "Gosh. Your tits are a fucking mess. He bites you, doesn't he? Yeah, I wouldn't be into that."

My knees threaten to fail. Weakly I put my hand on her arm. "Pl-" No. My head is foggy with pain. I don't want to beg. Not her.

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55 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Januar 2022

#4

(A BBU Concept)

Radical pet lib cells, determined to show the cruelty of WRU by doing everything that happens to trainees to pet owners, documenting and filming it.

A proof, that everyone breaks under such methods, even those convinced they're so much better than pets.

Oddly enough, some people think this casts a horrible light on pet lib - but some others are convinced it's a necessary price to pay to really unveil the horrors of the pet business...

(Thanks to @whumpymirages @gottawhump @painful-pooch @whumper-in-training for making this a whole thing in my head)

66 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. Februar 2022

#3

Assignment

WRU Senior Handler Alan Nguyen tests the boundaries of his his new trainee.

References some of @ashintheairlikesnow s characters in the first part, and is heavily inspired by her facility whump.

[Angel's story]

Contents: BBU, noncon fingering, implied and frankly discussed noncon, romantic pet, institutionalized whump, shock collar, whumper pov.

Alan Nguyen skimmed through 002238's intake paperwork on his tablet. The file was larger than the average, classic indications for the cases of assisted walk ins. Lot more vetting necessary with these involuntary acquisitions. But also, lot more money to be made.

He raised a brow at Alex Nadler from Client Relations. "I see how she's a high security case, but I don't see how I come in. All romantic positions, no pain training, no specialty training, can't get more vanilla than that. Inability to say no, or 'quantum' - now that's a weird one, but still, give them a shock collar and even our interns could get this stuff out of her. Genital piercing. Well, Alex, I won't do that myself either. None of this matches my pay grade."

Alex cleared their throat, obviously uncomfortable. Good. Alan liked making people uncomfortable. He folded his arms and waited patiently.

"The client said he wanted only our best romantic handler on this case. According to client satisfaction, that's you, Mr Nguyen."

"That's me, but I don't do one-on-one training any longer. I oversee. I don't get in close."

Alex exhaled slowly, before they replied. "The Director says you do."

"The Director has another special friend who can do this instead of his actual job."

"You know as well as anyone that he only takes males. You're the best call for this one."

"Fine," Alan snapped and picked up the tablet. "I'm better than him anyway."

Alex granted him a thin smile and Alan replied in turn, before he added. "I want a junior handler in on this."

"There is one. Tyler Parker. He's gone over some of the basics with her already, while you were out on vacation." There was a small rebuke hidden in the emphasis on the last word that Alan chose to ignore. He was under no obligation to answer his phone on his holidays, not with how hard it was to find a timeslot just for him and his husband in Jeff's busy university schedule.

"Good. I want to meet him, before I see the pet."

*

Handler Parker was pretty much exactly as boyish as Alan had expected from someone called Tyler. Tall, broad shoulders, shaggy haircut and a stubble that definitely wouldn't have been allowed for a handler, when Alan had been his age 20 years ago.

"Handler Nguyen, Sir." Parker's back had straightened when Alan entered the observation room. Good start, at least, Alan supposed. "It's an honor, being assigned to you."

Alan nodded. "Thanks." He dropped the tablet on the desk and opened the training report. "She your first trainee?"

"Third. But first one in high security."

Alan tilted his head in acknowledgement. "You'll find out, it's the same work here, just more of it because there's less staff to help out." He pressed a button to fill the screen with the video image of the trainee in the neighboring training room. She was sitting still on her knees, hands open, oversized white tee loose around her body. Long blond hair fell around her shoulders, slightly unkempt. Her neck was a little reddened around the shock collar, yet apart from that she seemed physically unharmed, even fit.

Her brown eyes were boring into the camera, staring directly at them, from an otherwise calm face. Alan smirked. Probably alerted by the little red light turning on. He didn't particularly like the trainees to know when they were being watched. They should know they always were. But he did like what he saw in her gaze nonetheless. Determination, shrouded in obedience. When directed properly, that determination would be her undoing.

"What did you do with her so far?"

Parker's gaze flicked to the records in front of Alan and then back to his face. Alan smirked, but stayed silent.

"Um. According to the handbook, Sir. Stages 1.1 to 1.4. We went through the positions, all of them. And I... I went through some of the other basics, too. She... She took to it very eagerly. Quick to adapt."

"I take it by that you mean, you've fucked her?"

Parker nodded nervously, and Alan hid a smirk. That kid better dropped the shame about his job, or even his mind wiped trainees would be able to outsmart him.

"File says she's been sleeping around before. Any information on preferences?"

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66 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. Juli 2022

#2

Searching for recommendations! ("Mundane BBU")

Hi everyone! These days, I'm very much into BBU stories that focus on the mundane sides of the universe (handlers "just doing their job", owners who aren't rich sadists but still maybe horrible, people who stumble upon pets and don't know what to do, the whole array of little things that spread around the WRU ecosystem in a world that is still so similar to ours).

Please reblog or comment, if possible with direct links to masterposts or your favourite piece of writing, so this post can double as a little collection! Your own writing, but also, I'm especially happy to see you gush about others!

Nsfw is fine for me, maybe add a note for it to warn others interacting with this!

I'm excited!

77 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. Mai 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Match

Handler Tyler Parker learns that he can't just leave his job behind.

A part of Angel's story.

Cw for BBU, referenced institutionalised whump, whumper (who doesn't get it) pov, very shortly and clinically referenced noncon (BBU romantic training), some oversimplified views on relationships. Guilt and shame.

Tyler's colleagues at WRU hung out together after work, too. The week before the game, he overheard them make plans for barbecue, who'd buy beer, who could make it from work and who had special assignments that kept them busy at the facility. He'd even been invited himself twice, first by Carly who mostly trained romantics for female prospectives and shared Tyler's taste in folk punk, and later by his superior handler Alan Nguyen. He'd declined both.

Tyler prided himself in having his own friends, not having been fully absorbed by the company that paid his bills. He was going to be at a sports bar with a bunch of old friends from college. He was looking forward to it, sharing old stories from a life before WRU, maybe even becoming a bit more grounded again.

At lunch, when he'd told her about his plans, Carly had looked at him with a hint of pity. Her friends dropped out when they'd found out she wasn't actually an accountant. Tyler doubted his would. Some of them had ended up in law enforcement, others in private security, he wasn't the only one with a somewhat suspicious employer. He'd told them, that he worked security in a high profile research lab. Nobody had ever asked.

He'd be fine, he told himself. His friends weren't like Carly's and he wasn't like her either.

"Oh, but you are," she'd said and patted his shoulder. "You're at facility 002. Involuntary acquisitions. Trust me. We're all sickos."

He wasn't. Tyler Parker wasn't a sicko. He was a great midfield soccer player, he still was a singer in his old band, he even took psychology classes besides his work. His job was his job, but he didn't take it home with him.

-

"Buddy, you really need to get laid," Mal said and leaned in over the sticky table to grab another chicken wing. "You're all work and no play. I mean, yeah you do your workout and show up for soccer, but when's the last time you've had some pussy?"

5.29 pm. PIV. Position 35. Trainee restrained to table. Very receptive. Denied orgasm.

"Well what about you?" Tyler shot back, taking a swig of his beer to drown the memory. "Last time I checked it was just you and your right hand."

The others snickered.

"Well, you haven't checked in a while. Going steady with Emma now. Met her on that dating app. You ever tried that?"

"Dating apps, I don't know..."

"Drop the act! You do have one," Tara chimes in. "We made you a profile, remember? Did you ever check it?"

"I do," Tyler admitted and pulled out his phone. He'd swiped through that app at work, sometimes, even had some nice chats that went into nowhere. He hadn't used it however since he worked high security, where they had to check in their private phones for their shifts. Better that way, the potential of any footage -

Work. Why did he think about work again? His friends were right, probably. He should find himself some distraction. Wouldn't hurt trying. With some taps, he opened the app and pulled up his eyebrows dramatically. "Let's take a look at the market then."

With an excited squeal, Tara squeezed in between Dave and Tyler on their side on the booth. "Show me!"

She took over his phone and he let her, all four of them looking at the small screen, and Tara swiping. Tyler felt himself relax, shoulder to shoulder with his best friends, a cool beer in front of him, the game commentary from the TV screens a soft background noise.

"Undercut?" Tara mumbled. "Nah, that's my taste, not yours, off you go. Too thin. Nope. Too pretentious. Bye. Hmm, this one?"

A short girl with an even shorter dress on a boat, intense blue eyes, blond locks flying in the wind.

All Tyler could see where blond locks fall over a white tee in a white room, his hand curled up in that hair and -

"No," he said decidedly. "Not uh. Not blonde."

"Really? Thought you liked them." With a shrug Tara swiped left. "I mean, your call, it's your sex life we're going to fix here."

She went on. No freckles, Tyler added, thinking of the freckles littering 238's smooth skin.

To their collective surprises, two or three girls turned out a match, and with Tara's aid, Tyler did send them some sincere-yet-flirty messages.

He had just stepped to the bar to order another round, when he heard Dave whistle. "Gosh, this one must be the woman of his nightmares, then."

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83 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. Juli 2022

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[muffy-official]

It may sound silly, but Gabby isn't used wearing very pretty or fancier things. Despite Tilly robbing her of her own control over her body, having to listen to whatever the woman says, it's safe to say sometimes she feels like a princess in some way. Especially when the Bride put her in a dark blue evening dress that happened to fit her back when she was taken by her as a reagent, she wasn't even paying attention to the uncomfortable things she's said to her, her eyes kinda lit up as she looked at herself despite feeling quite uncomfortable to show so much skin, she actually felt pretty in some way in a long time. Just that she's unaware why the bride is doing what she's doing during her supposed captivity at her place. Unaware she won't be here for long, unaware she will be handed over to a old friend and that he's the one who did the picking out of things by explaining everything to the bride in fine detail. Especially the colour that's supposed to tie into her marine life interest complete with the pearl necklace. Tilly did her hardest to demand what was wanted for great goods in return.

The dress in question, I only know it's 50s, but I haven't found a exact source yet

Also apologies if I'm dumb and talked about or showed this before I geniuenly forgot:']

It's also possible she kept it after it was over when she finally returned to the sleep room. Even as expop it somehow one day resurfaced in her small living space aswell. A pretty dress even if the memory tied to it was a turbulent one.

I might actually draw her in that dress maybe

And like she generally feels like people aren't serious when they call her pretty, she feels confused even if her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. She isn't sure how to take compliments of any kind either

[getoswhore]

‘ ASK FOR A CAR WHILE YOU RIDE THAT DICK! — multi.

☰ ft : time skip + sugar daddy! sanzu, izana, kakucho, wakasa, akashi, inupi, koko x f! bimbo! reader

+ synopsis : asking your sugar daddy for a car while riding him!! heavily inspired by; cardi b – WAP feat. megan thee stallion. | est. 1.3k wc

cw/tw : sws + riding, sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics, age gaps (legal), overstimulation, pet names, awkward moments?!

— pt. one! • pt two!

☰ HARUCHIYO SANZU ,

— he's a very coarse sugar daddy, reckless and not even shameful about it. you don't truly know how he gets his money to spoil you so much–or even if it's his own money. but either or, sanzu is mean when flaunting his money at you–crude to say the least. if he gives you money he expects some blowjobs soon, if not, he stops spoiling you. it's always on his time, but when it is, he's so much fun!–crazy, but he always makes you laugh at his crazed stupidity.

the rough skin on skin echoing in the dim room rattles at your core, listening to the sloppy mess of your sopping pussy milking his cock at each heavy and breathless bounce.

“sanzu!” his name drags out with an empty moan from your lips, almost pitching to the ears–not only you're trying to fuck him, but his eager hips keep rolling against yours; too antsy to wait for you to drop back down–already jutting his hips up every time your sopping folds are teasing at his blushing tip.

“fuck me right.” sanzu hisses with cruel hands bruising at your sides, forcing your rhythm to be faster than what it already is. he's so impatient.

“don't be so mean! you're too big to ride like this and that quick.” you pant with heavy breaths, naked chest heaving with pearls of sweat.

“fine, fine. but is there any way an offer can motivate you to keep up baby?” his cock throbs as you settle against him, feeling the heavy pulse twitch deep inside of your weeping gummy walls.

your head tilts with wide eyes.

“well, now that you ask! i promise i will never ever complain and i promise i’ll keep up as long as you buy me a pretty red car!” you spring up, eager hands slapping hard against his chest.

regrets foil at his brain. he wishes he can watch his words around you more carefully knowing how dimwitted you can truly be..

“fuck it. sure baby, but keep that promise or i’ll get it towed.”

☰ KUROKAWA IZANA ,

— he was a bit hesitant at first, but the little sparkle in your eyes made this crazed man give in soon enough. izana is a little more ‘lowkey’ about being a sugar daddy–he just never thought he'd get so lonely that he'd need a little stupid slut to keep him company.. he's more spontaneous about fucking you more than the thought of spoiling you with his money, yet seeing you get all excited about the pretty pink dresses in the stores fills something missing in his heart.

you were always so used to those wide and docile eyes of his keeping still, almost not even blinking–deathly just starting into yours, but now, those pretty hues are behind heavy lids.

izana can barely keep his eyes open, just the smallest of peaks you can catch glimpse of them through his lashes. his mouth is even wider–used to him not talking much but it hinges slightly open with breathy groans feathering out soon as you sink yourself down to the base of his cock.

“fuck, you ride so fuckin’ good.” izana’s head cranes back with pretty frilled white hair following along.

“i can also ride a bugatti just as good!” you perk up, catching the symmetry in his face to shift at the sudden outburst. his eyes twitch open, and his mouth closes, confusion settling in his features.

“i mean, if you get me one i can prove it!” your hips grind against his lap unintentionally creaming his cock with your slippery mess. and the question ringing at his ears buzzes off, just the thought of you milking him ached at izana.

“sure, sure. we'll get one tomorrow, but i just want you riding me right now.”

☰ KAKUCHO ,

— he's so sweet. he may look like a big scary man, but he's such a lover–he's always so adamant about setting up schedules for a new pedicure or some new lashes for you, more than you are, even sending you money when you two aren't together. he likes to take care of you, to say the least. he even enjoys spending more quiet time and sharing dinner together at late-night restaurants, the kinds that treat you to the fullest. he's more of a gentleman than the common sugar daddy, he respects you, and the hustle.

he seems the type to enjoy being the only one in charge, but the blurbs of groans spewing from between his lips like a drunk says otherwise..

kakucho was too focused on your sweet pussy gushing around his throbbing cock, too focused on the puddled mess of cum dribbling out your little cunt as you prop yourself up and down his hefty cock.

in such euphoria, you riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension from work.

“perfect, so perfect.” kakucho groans with a lolling head and long hair curtaining his beating flushed face.

“perfect enough to get a new and pretty car!? like a pretty bright mercedes!” your sudden and quick movements made his stomach churn and heavy balls to tighten up.

he almost even flinches, “a what?”

“a pretty bright mercedes!” you repeat with wide eyes that hint with a sparkle and he looks confused but it lures him in.

“of course baby, you are perfect enough to get a new mercedes.”

☰ WAKASA IMAUSHI ,

— wakasa is not the best. he looses track when he should even pay or spoil you–but never when you should get on your pretty ‘lil knees for him. he's also lazy at times, not too keen on going out much–morr of a homebody, but he’ll let you roam around with his card in hand once in a while.

wakasa only truly enjoys you riding him, those droopy and lazy eyes speak for themselves. he's too busy all of the time, and now he just wants someone doing work for him..

with hooded eyes, he lazily counts heavy money in his hands as you slide yourself up and down the fat of his cock breathlessly. riding him like this eases him, feeling your tight pussy sucking in his pretty length every time you sink down on him really just relieves all that tension built up in him.

you can feel your knees almost buckle, shakily trying to lift yourself back up. and with a heavy sigh, you bottom out–clammy hands tremor at his sides and numbing thighs are sticky with sweat.

“hey, you can stop when i cum, remember the rules?” wakasa doesn't even bat an eye up at you, only focused on splitting and staking the money across his bare stomach.

you huff and pinch your fingers together, “well, i’ll just take this since this is going on longer than usual.” taking a wallop of money into your hands, and wakasa finally peers up at you.

“it wouldn't be if you were fucking me right, and what do you think your gonna do with that?” he eyes you with a jutting cock throbbing deep in your cunt.

“buy myself a car, something you should've been got me.”

☰ TAKEOMI AKASHI ,

— akashi is more caring than you'd think someone like him would be. he's easy on you, almost fatherly; making sure your alright when you two aren't together, sending you money for ‘lunch’, and pressing other guys to fuck off. he's protective, to say the least, he doesn't mean to be, he just wants to spoil you since he does get lonely with no family around to spend time with instead, and an older man like him struggles to get on normal dates with women his age.

the toxic stick rolling in akashi’s mouth puffs out smoke in sync with the guttural groan he hisses, feeling your new nails bite deeper into his broad shoulders as you try to take in his heavy cock with each determined roll of your aching hips.

“fuck, feels so fuckin’ good.” akashi’s messy hair is tangled up in his face but you don't mind, he looks so pretty like this.

“‘n good girls deserve it all.” he blurbs out with needy hands clinging to your sides, thumbs soothing at the soft skin.

with tricky and unattended words like that, your fuzzy brain goes a mile a minute, thinking of all the things you can get, new lashes and nails, shoes, clothes..

“i want a car then.” your tone is almost serious, your rhythm even settling against his pelvis to make this bold statement–his pretty cock fully delved into you as you do.

akashi’s cigarette almost fell out his mouth.

“a car? right now?” his brows furrow in with a deep crease, trying hard to not explain what he actually meant.

“duh! you can like order them online or somthin’!”

☰ SEISHU INUPI ,

— he's a doll. such a gentleman. he respects everything you do. he respects that you're doing what you enjoy, being spoiled and fucked. and yes, he may not be much of a talker but he enjoys giving the best for you; he's always more than willing to give you what you want and what you need than sex. don't get him wrong, he loves your pretty little pussy so much but again, he also enjoys spending time together almost as if you two are an actual couple.

his cock is thick, a bit intimidating as it barrels deep into your little cunt each time you roll your hips harder against his pelvis. even a milky translucent ring of sticky cream rings around the pulsing fat of his base.

and trying hard not to make much noise in his office as curious customers scan through shiny cars in his shared shop feels almost dangerous. a dangerous game of keep quiet.

his chair is smooth enough to keep an easy balance as you clash your hips together; pretty pussy sucking in his cock each shift. only panting, soft moans, and mutters spew out your mouth, and you try hard to muffle them into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, even biting down at the pulse.

until your heavy eyes catches a glimpse through the shaded curtain, and all thoughts scatter in the matter of seconds.

“inupi! that! i want that car.” your practically yelling and trying to open the curtains, almost exposing both of your sweating, naked bodies sticking together, but his hands are faster, catching yours and trying hard to get you to lean back–the blushing crown of his cock almost even poped out as you leaned over to take a better and eager look at the new bright and blue lamborghini.

“y/n!? about twenty people are walking around in there, you can't just do that–”

“i don't care, i want that car.” you pout, and settle back onto him, the quick fill jolted at you, but you're quick to cross your arms against your naked chest.

“alright, fine. i’ll tell draken to put it to the side..”

☰ HAJIME KOKONOI ,

— the worst. koko is annoyingly cocky about his money and treats you like an actual slut. he looks down at anyone who has less than him–and poking at the thought of sharing his stolen success with someone like you makes him want to chuckle in your face.. but giving and receiving isn't too bad–as long as you're giving him more than what your getting, you have to work for it just how he did at one point.. once you do, he treats you like a little cum princess, even letting you run around with his card for a few hours.

your knees keep buckling. you're not so used to riding koko and his big cock–especially backwards with feet pressing hard into the silky satin sheets and aching thighs trying to bounce yourself against him. but the feel of cold hard cash sliding against the soft fat of your ass takes your mind far.

and with each heavy bounce, koko slides in more money, letting it run down your sides and pool around the bed, almost mimicking the feel of romantic rose petals.

“all this money, ‘n it's all yours. so spoiled.” koko hisses out a deep groan at the hard press of your ass. and that cocky remark lit something in you, ringing in those little thoughts to quickly pile in.

“could by a new car with all this—”

“i was just about to ask!” you ask all perky and you don't stop your quick rhythm against him; sopping cunt still sucking in his heavy, beating cock at each drag you roll against him with.

koko almost chuckles at the cheerful pitch in your voice and the determination to please him, “hm? well, as long as you can ride me just as good in there, then of course i’ll get you one.” he sleazily slips in more money between your thighs.

tags : @sparklingtragedy , @kenmasbimbo , @sacvh , @rynfushiguro14 , @sauza , @getosbunny !!!

[onlyseokmins]

limbo • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), afterlife!au

Warnings: this is kinda plot heavy not good smut but lezzgo just in case 😭 um daggers (no knife play tho dhdjjs), lil bit of threats and maybe violence, junhui deserves a warning himself I think he's hot, tying up/tentacle play kind of but it's shadows um like idk how to describe it 🤡 supernatural things!, biting 🦷, mentions of blood, death, lil bit of angst but I'm fluffy as usual <3, lots of mentions of souls and afterlife shenanigans, thigh riding, mirror sex, pls forgive me and just hmu if I missed smth

WC: 2.5k

A/N: for the lovely @katetattoolover <3 mwah I hope you enjoy this even if my brain died halfway writing it ndksksks another unplanned thing but limbo is just too powerful... Also for my huihuis mwah ILY... Idk how to describe this but I'm in a spooky mood bc of Halloween fics so this kind of played into it ig? I just like the plot 😭😅

If you were in heaven or hell, you didn't know. And you didn't care.

The fact of the matter was that you did know where you were. 

Limbo. 

The great boundary between worlds. Soul suspended, unable to leave. Not until you made a decision based on the knowledge gathered about your death that you learned here.

Neither heaven, hell, or earth.

A bleary place full of everything and nothing. Guarded and watched over by the enigmatic figure whose dark eyes were trained on you.

Blonde tresses tinged with white highlights are smoothly swept up in a ponytail to display his ears where little diamond studs twinkle like stars. When you'd first met him at the gates, he'd been wearing what you could only presume as combat armor, despite its lack of protection across his midriff. Vainly showing off his well-defined abs.

Now, he's donning a ruffled white blouse that looks like something old paintings of the founding fathers would have been dressed in. It suits him though, the v-cut down the front granting a delicious view of his décolletage and scorched ends adding to his devastating visuals. 

You wonder how no one has succeeded in brutally attacking him with how exposed his outfits were but you suppose his eerie beauty is enough to render anyone immobile. Besides, even when his disinterested gaze shifts from you to the large glass of what you hope is simply wine, you can feel the shuddering intensity of the power he holds. Dangerous enough that it causes even your soul's shape to ripple in the stagnant air.

"You're a curious one, you know? Most are on their knees, begging for mercy."

"Is that what you prefer? Begging?"

The red liquid swirls as his fingers tap against the side of the glass. Silver hand jewelry accentuating the veins on his hands sparkles under the low, candlelit glow of the chandelier and matches the smirk that grows on his red lips. 

"Only from those who dare to threaten my authority."

A silver, pearl-encrusted dagger lays on the floor between his golden throne at the table of gluttony and where you stand defiantly down on the concrete floor. Your wrists are bound together in front of you by a writhing strand of black shadows that spew out tiny hisses, much stronger than they look.

"I told you, I don't know where that came from. It's not mine!"

"Oh but darling," he laughs — though it's without humor, "it is."

You bare your teeth like a wild, caged animal. "I don't know a single thing! I just arrived here, someone has to be framing me, that dagger is not mine!"

Heeled boots create an echoing thud through the room that seems to enlarge and shrink at the same time. He bends down to pick up the dagger, turning it in his hands and inspecting it.

"This definitely belongs to you."

You stomp your foot. "No, it does n — "

"Because it was originally mine."

Your breath catches in your throat. Not just in response to his statement but because of the sharp point of the dagger inches away from your jugular. You may be an incorporeal existence now but fear fails to leave your instincts. Especially with a powerful entity's threats that could truly hurt you.

"Do you want a new life that bad?" he questions and for some reason he almost sounds… wistful? You're able to feel the cold steel against your chin as he taps the dull side of the dagger underneath it so you meet his searing, scarlet irises with a wide-eyed gaze. "That can't be it. There should only be one reason why you're standing before me."

"... Which is?"

"To return to your rightful place." 

You attempt to take a step back but the shadows under his control swirl around your feet, anchoring you in place as he leans in.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"To come back to me. My queen."

"What?"

"The only other rightful ruler of Limbo." He's close enough that you can smell the sweet but smokey scent emanating from him, the dagger still poised between the two of you. "Allow me to remind you, my beloved."

Shadow wisps tickle your cheeks, encouraging you to close your eyes as they wrap around you. You think you should be terrified, screaming and struggling in protest. But the caresses of darkness welcoming you have nostalgia entangled within. A strange but familiar sense of comfort has you willingly grant them access into your mind to reawaken suppressed memories of a past life.

An arranged marriage. Heavy crowns. Lovelessness. A kiss stolen under the stars. Satin silk sheets. A dagger decorated with pearls. A promise, an oath. Blood. A chained box. Death. A name.

"Junhui," you breathe out.

"My love," he affirms with a hushed whisper of your own name.

Your eyes reopen with a glow, drinking in his features with a different sense of appreciation. One that holds recognition and fondness. Utter longing. 

"How did this happen?"

He gently takes your hand, releasing your hands from the bindings and leads you up the stairs. 

"After the soldiers cut me down, I found myself here. Searching for you, for a sign. Instead I found this." The ornate chair next to the one he was sitting on holds an old, beaten-up wooden box with heavy silver chains. It lies open but empty. "The higher beings told me I would have to wait and be patient… that I would have absolutely no doubts when you finally arrived."

You take the dagger he holds out to you, the same as you did on that fateful yet tragic night. Fragmented memories piece together the events that led up to your demise. Frantically digging a hole to hide the box containing the written love notes exchanged between your lover. The dagger should've joined them but the devastating news your personal maid delivered to you was buried into your body instead of the ground. Infused to become a part of your soul.

A sob unwittingly escapes. "For how long?"

"Too long." Junhui sighs. "I lost count thousands of years ago."

"I'm so sorry — "

"Don't. You've come to me now and that's all that matters."

"Jun…"

"Welcome to my lost world," he wipes away the tears that trail down your cheeks. "I've built it all for you, my queen. No one can defy or separate us now."

It is not the paradise you envisioned in your mortal lives nor the nirvana your soul imagined it'd be sent to. But that didn't matter because you realize that what you've always wanted — who you've always needed — was standing before you. Welcoming you with an open embrace. 

"So, what happens now?"

"We must ensure that your soul is bound here… and to me so it won't move on or disappear… if that is what you want. You must make a choice."

You brush the strand of hair that escaped from his ponytail behind his ear. "What choice is there to make? I want to stay with you, to be with you. What must I do to make that happen?"

Junhui bites his lip. With a deep breath, he walks you over to where a shattered mirror sits in the corner. You try to hold back a scream and whimper instead, watching through the cracked glass as Junhui's arms wrap steadily around you — but nothing of you visible — in the reflection.

"Oh my g — "

"God can't help us now, beloved. He was never on our side to begin with." You nod pensively and Junhui continues. "Would you allow me to touch you, darling? Like before? I must bind your soul here and to do that, I will have to claim you as mine."

You turn to face him with a smile. "Aren't I already yours? Years ago, hidden under the veil of night?"

He beams back at you. "I take that as a yes, then?"

"Yes" rolls off your tongue and then Junhui's pressing his lips against yours. Running his tongue across your lips to seek permission, you chase his mouth as he walks backward until he's seated on his chair.

You fall against him, knees planting on either side of his thighs cushioned by the plushy surface. The ruffles on his blouse tickle your sudden bare skin and you pull away, looking at him in shock.

"Special privileges," he smirks devilishly, "I can manipulate the Limbo landscape quite easily so making your soul bare for me takes little effort."

"Will I be able to do the same?"

"Of course, my queen. And more." He takes your hand and places it over his chest. "But it's not like you need any powers to strip me, my dear. And I hope you'll use those kinds of powers on no one else but your king."

It's an invitation you would never refuse. The sound of tiny buttons and the clatter of the dagger hitting the floor fill the room as you rip off his shirt and slide it down his shoulders. Your hand trails down his pecs to the abs you were graced with upon your arrival, following the defined veins that disappear into his pants. He halts you when you start to slide down and you frown.

"I thought you liked people begging on their knees?"

"I do… but only in certain cases. Perhaps we can save that for another time, I'm supposed to be worshiping you, my love. Encouraging you to stay with me. Uniting our souls."

You want to tell him that you would not leave no matter what. But you know the strange workings of the afterlife and anything before, between, and after have strict rules that must be followed. 

So, you relent. Letting him take control, peppering your upper body with kisses as he runs his fingers up and down the sides of your body. Committing it all to memory once more. Though you are no different to him than you were centuries ago. 

The sting of coldness from his rings and fancy jewelry comes as a shock. Junhui feels you jolt against his hold and pauses, looking up at you from where his head is positioned between the valley of your chest. 

"Are you okay?" 

You nod, explaining the sensations, and he smiles contently; resuming his journey across the curves of your body. The soft material of his pants press against your center as you slowly begin to sink down on his thigh, submitting to the thrall of pleasure. As he tenses the thick muscle, you feel the breath of his snort when he guides your hips to move. 

Sharp teeth graze the supple skin of your breasts and you furrow your brow, fingers running across his equally razor-edged jawline as you gently push his head back. Lidded eyes gaze at you with a lust-filled yet yearning look as you inquisitively explore his mouth. 

Marveling at the same features you'd gawked at in your previous life, all motions halt as your lover dutifully lets you run your finger across his fangs. Earlier, his tongue had focused on tangling within your mouth in fear of potentially slicing you. 

But as you prick your thumb on the point of his left canine tooth, no pain and no blood comes as you are neither dead nor alive. Giggling, you press a kiss on the mole right above it and gleefully show him. 

"You can't hurt me." 

"Not yet," he winks and encourages you to move your hips again. "As long as you're nice and wet, it won't." 

"I don't think pain exists here." 

He frowns, eyes darkening. "It does. I was so very lonely. It deeply hurt and ached so much that I slowly became numb. But all of that is a distant thought, overshadowed by you in my arms and on my lap." 

You kiss his nose next. "I don't want you to feel lonely anymore. I'm here to stay with you for the rest of eternity." 

He turns you around and you gasp. What once was reflected in the empty, cracked mirror now shows a depraved image. Junhui's hands move faster, one hand moving down to spread your cunt open for you to see while the other fondles your tits. 

Leering over your shoulder, he harshly sucks on your neck before biting down lightly. You moan. Head thrown back as his fangs pierce you but once again, no pain is felt and no blood is spilled. Just pure bliss and pleasure. 

"Look at you," Junhui praises. "Look at how beautiful you are when you finally sit on this throne." 

By throne, he must mean his cock. The diamond encrusted belt is slipped off and dropped on the floor, his fingers busy as he unzips his pants. You feel his hard length slap against your back, having shifted forward to give him space to move. 

His shadows aid him, lifting you up a decent amount and playing with you a bit to stretch you out before they ease you down on his thick girth. You throw your head back against his other shoulder and he takes the opportunity to lick up the opposite side of your neck. Biting as he pleases. 

You both let out synonymous moans when he bottoms out, gasping at how fiery his gaze is that it's almost melting the glass of the mirror as he stares you head-on. 

"Your beauty shines in this abyss." 

If you could, you'd ride him into oblivion but the burning stretch of his thick cock is overwhelming enough that even your supernatural body cannot escape the plethora of pleasure surging as your hole clenches tight around it. Luckily, the shadows sweep forward at his beckon once more, tendrils wrapping around your ankles in the effort to assist your feeble movements. 

It's far from scary because they are just another part of him. Curling around your nipples, brushing tenderly at your cheek, tickling your clit… yet it feels like Junhui's hands are all over you. Even though you know he hasn't moved away from your hips as your nails dig into his forearms from the intense up and down motions, ass slapping against his thighs. 

You can feel a distinct power surge — twisting and turning as your drooling figure becomes more and more defined in the melting mirror. The Limbo is welcoming the long awaited queen into its domain, accepting the share of powers as the king ravages his beloved on the very throne he once spent decades crying upon. 

"You are mine, aren't you, my queen?"

"Yes, I am yours… my king," you huff out, surrendering to your climax with an otherworldly scream as your soul adjusts to its newfound abilities as he joins you in a blazing release deep within your cunt. 

Sweat makes your skin glisten as you lay in Junhui's arms panting. The shadows come forth once more — at your command — solidifying into an elegant black outfit. 

The king hums in approval. "No crown is needed to represent your authority, but I will give whatever gems and riches you desire." 

"I want nothing but you." 

"Isn't it funny? Alive, I could offer you nothing but now in this realm of ours — anything is possible."

You kiss his forehead, smiling extra sharply with your newly acquired fangs. "Thank you for waiting for me." 

"Thank you for coming back." Junhui whispers against your lips. "Now we have the rest of eternity to make up for what we lost."

Bound together. Forever. In Limbo.

[burberrybaby]

شجعه - shajaeah

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pairing: andy barber x woc!reader

summary: your daddy asks you to come to the office to cheer up his mood.

warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet names, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, choking (not severe,) semi public sex (others in the hall, building,) praise kink, size kink, creampie, minors DNI.

a/n: so basically i’ve been in the mood for some fluffy andy and some smutty andy so here’s both! also i’m not sure how many more fics i’ll be able to get out before the semester starts, so this may be the last for awhile. not my gif.

word count: 1.3k

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Perched on the kitchen counter with your legs crossed, you finish icing the velvet cake you had just baked. You smile to yourself, putting down the pale pink coloured piping bag and admiring your work. You were going to wait for your daddy to come home before devouring the cake, but your thoughts are interrupted by the ding coming from your phone.

Eagerly, you reach over to grab your phone and check who texted you. Andy.

Andy: Hey, princess. Mind coming by my office?

You bite your lip and giggle at the message, quickly sending one back.

You: hi daddy! of course i can! did… something happen?

Andy: Nothing happened really. Just not in a great mood. Thought my baby could cheer me up?

You: oh no :( i’ll be there as soon as i can, daddy! i’ll bring cake too!

Andy: Thank you, y/n. Drive safe.

You: i will! i love u <3

Andy: Love you too!

And at that, you quickly cut two pieces of cake, and place them safely in a container, then placing the container in a bag along with plates and forks. You opt to take the Audi your daddy bought you instead of your bicycle for the sake of getting to him as soon as you can.

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You reach the office Andy works at and park the car, rushing inside, through security, and into the elevator. Once the lift stops at the floor your daddy’s office is on, you rush out and knock on the door before skipping in.

Andy is leaning against the desk, sipping his black coffee, and a smile creeps onto his lips when he sees you enter his office; plaid mini skirt, a baby pink blouse, and cherry-stained lips.

He puts down his mug and holds out his arms for you to run into, “hello, kitten,” he chuckles.

First, you put down to bag on the coffee table, then run over hug him as tight as you can, showering his face in kisses, “hi daddy!”

You’re rewarded when Andy picks you up, carrying you over to the couch and placing you in his lap. “What’d you bake for daddy this time, hm?”

“It’s red velvet with whipped icing!” you giggle, grabbing the container and handing a slice to your love on a plate.

Andy smiles and thanks you before taking a fork and devouring the cake with you still curled in his lap.

“So… do you like it…?” you ask, playing with your fingers.

He hums, pretending to think before kissing your pout, “it’s wonderful, baby, just like you.”

Your pout becomes a laugh and you clap your hands, cheerful at your accomplishments. Andy takes another slice from the container and starts feeding you.

Happy as ever, your daddy feeds you the entire slice before setting down the plate and fork.

“Is daddy feeling any better?” you ask.

Andy lifts and adjusts you in his lap so you’re straddling him, “much better. I knew my princess could cheer me up. You always do!”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck, “good! ‘M really happy I could cheer daddy up.”

He kisses you again, placing his hands on your thighs and squeezing slightly, “I love you so much”

You try to ignore the sudden ache between your thighs and play with the collar of Andy’s dress shirt, “and I love you too!”

Your daddy notices how your body seemed to tense up and smirks, squeezing your thighs more, “you know… good girls deserve rewards.”

As if on cue, your breath catches in your throat. It wasn’t the first time you and Andy had sex in public, but the door wasn’t even locked! The blinds weren’t shut! Anyone could come in or glance through the window and see you both…

Those thoughts are interrupted when you feel Andy’s hand slipping under the hem of your skirt, but he stops before moving his fingers closer to your heat.

“Are you wearing panties?” his voice is deep when he asks.

“N-no,” you stutter out, suddenly mind fussy, “c-cause daddy told me not to w-when I’m with him…”

“Good girl,” his hand moves closer to your core, finding your clit easily, and begins to rub circles, making your breath quicken.

Unconsciously, your hips press forward against Andy’s clothed length, desperate for more contact. That just makes him chuckle and rub his thumb more harshly against your pearl, “so desperate already, aren’t you?”

Whimpering in response, your gaze slowly moves down to his bulge before Andy’s other hand grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

Your mouth opens to speak but closes before you can actually say anything. Your daddy moves his hand away from your clit and uses his free hand to wrap around your neck.

“You’ve been a good girl up until now. I know you can keep up that behavior. Now speak,” he growls, fingers tightening around your small neck before releasing to let you talk.

Taking a small gasp of air and blinking back tears, you quickly force out your words, “I want y-you.”

Andy returns his finger to your clit and nods for you to undo his dress pants. You quickly unbutton them, reaching your hand to pull out his length. Biting your lip, you rub the head of his cock along your folds and ease yourself on top, moaning as he stretched you out just how you liked it.

“Good… good girl,” he groans and cups your face with his free hand, kissing you slowly as you start to roll your hips, making you whimper into his mouth.

Your daddy rubs your clit faster, thrusting up into you to urge you as you both chase release. His hand moves from your cheek, slipping underneath your blouse to massage your tit. You gasp quietly when he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly.

Soon enough, your head falls onto Andy’s shoulder, and the rolling of your hips becomes stuttered, “doing so well, kitten,” he mumbles.

“I-I’m gonna c-c-come,” and at one thrust that hits your G spot just right your bundle or nerves fall apart, the waves of your orgasm crashing over you. Your body trembles as more and more sinful sounds fall from your lips.

The way you bounced on top of his cock, the way your face contorted as you let the pleasure consume you, it drove Andy to his own release, creaming your cunt as he kept thrusting into you, helping to ride out both of your highs.

“That’s good- oh you’re so- so good for me, princess,” he breathes out, smiling as he kisses your neck, making you giggle.

You start to pull off his cock when he stops you, “how’d you like to cockwarm daddy while he finishes up some work, huh? How’s that sound?”

Nodding, you let your body collapse against his as he stands, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his desk chair. Not yet out of subspace, Andy slips a hand under your blouse to rub your back and hum soothingly, helping to lull you into a nap.

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Andy cancels his final meeting of the day to let you rest, only waking you when it’s time to come home. He carefully carries you to his car, drives you both back to the house, and helps you into the bath. He uses your favourite bath bomb and favourite scents to help soothe you as well!

He carries you back out to the bedroom and begins to dress you in a soft satin nightgown before you whimper and make grabby hands for one of his T-shirts.

“Of course,” Andy chuckles and grabs the shirt for you, helping slip it over your head and making you giggle as the fabric swallows your frame. He pulls on a pair of boxers and you curl into him as he pulls the blanket around you both.

Your daddy kisses your forehead and smiles down at you, “good night, kitten.”

“Night, daddy, I love you,” you murmur, already half asleep and splayed out on Andy’s large chest.

“I love you too, y/n.”

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[vogueinnie]

HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 2 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

       ━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of killing a cat, pet name (angel), manipulation, mention of alcohol (wine), reader is ashamed of herself, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral masturbation, grinding, very slight choking, slight possessive kink, no penetrative sex

     ━ WORD COUNT ; 3.3k      ━ NOTE ; part 2!!! the smut part is kinda... soft? but the naaaasty is coming!!! also sorry for that cliffhanger at the end zjfhdzfz. feedback are so welcomed!!

The sinister forest in which you walked every morning now was very different from the glittering glade you were used to. The trees were whopping and if you looked at them for too long you can see red eyes forming in the wood. Or was it your imagination ? No one never knows. No beautiful tulips, no cute birds tickling your ears with their cute whistles, no bunnies jumping here and there. Just dead flowers and a mortifying dead silence.

Everything was dead.

All the love and joy living in your heart were starting to fade away. You can’t even remember for how long you were stuck in this place you don’t belong. The time seemed to be unfairly long. The days were all the same, empty, but tormenting in a certain way. You even started to forget how it was, in Heaven.

But in your misfortune you were lucky. Mammon chooses you. He was one of the most powerful of this world, after all. You were constantly watched, mocked by the people living here for being an angel. But what was wrong in being good ? Hyunjin was walking you everywhere like a trophy, or a dog, exposing you to everyone with the leather leash he used on you the first time you both met. They all seemed both amazed and disgusted by you. 

“Why did Mammon chooses her ? Is she that special ? She’s an angel, how can he spends his day with her ?” were most of the words you were able to hear when you were around the devilish creatures. And Hyunjin never answers one of those questions, but his legendary smirk wnever left his face. It was ever more painful for you to understand that you were nothing but a toy for him. But what did you expect ? To be fully accepted as a sweet person ? Bullshits.

The only time he left you alone was on mornings. That’s why you always ended up in that scary forest near the huge castle you were left. Well, alone was a big word.

Jeongin was following you everywhere. He was Hyunjin’s personal and favorite servant. A strangely gentle and obedient demon. He looked young and pure, his beautiful angular face was surrounded by his dark blue hair. And you found that there were bright shades of red waiting to sparkle in his eyes. He was tall, not as tall as Hyunjin, but tall enough to be impressive.

There was no in between in this world. Demons were either painful to watch or absolutely breathtaking.

You were walking in the dead grass with him next to you, breathing the fresh matinal air. A beautiful black cat presents himself in front of the both of you, rubbing against your legs and purring loudly enough for you to hear.

A smile finally draws on your feature and you kneel to pat his head and scratch his chin. 

“Look, Jeongin ! He wants hugs, poor thing... You’re probably hungry... Jeongin nods, looking straight ahead. But it’s the first time I saw a black cat... Are they common here ? You turn your face to look at him with a smile but still, his mouth stay closed. Hm, yeah, I see... You whisper softly, a little discouraged by his constant silence with you, making you realize that you were really alone here.”

Still without a words, he resumes his walk towards the castle, silently asking you to follow him. And you did, with the cute animal on your step. You were playing with him, walking fast or slow to see if he was still behind you. A laugh escape your mouth seeing the fluffy cat struggling to follow your speed. Not that you were fast but he was a little bit confused.

You bump into someone not on purpose and immediately your blood went icy. Respectfully, and especially cause you were too scared to look at the demon in front of you, you bow your body so low it was almost painful for your back. But you better hurt yourself than being hurted by someone else. Especially in Hell.

“There, there, there... What do we have ? This voice... I knew you were stupid but not to the point of not looking where you are walking. His words were painful but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting to bother him even more. The cat behind you was meowing and if you could you would see the confusion on the man’s face. What’s this ? Jeongin, kill it.”

“No ! No, no ! N-no...? Your voice had suddenly risen to end up being very low. You lift up your chin to finally see Hyunjin in front of you. He was only dressed in a black silk bathrobe embroidered with golden pearls, his long hair was half-tied in a low ponytail and he was holding a glass of wine in his right hand. He... He doesn’t mean you any harm, Sir... He just wants a friend...? His laugh was cold and heartless and he was scanning your body up and down with his piercing eyes.”

Suddenly, you felt a cold sticky liquid running through your face and you just understood that he literally threw the wine in your face. Your lips were parted in shock and that’s the moment you could hear vicious laughs behind him. Of course, Lucifer’s son always need his public. He drops the glass on the ground, glass shattering into thousands of pieces near your feet. 

Hyunjin grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his. Close enough to let his tongue slowly lick your cheek wet with wine.

“Remember when we first met, angel... What did I say ? A lot of things, actually. But you didn’t answer and he grab a handful of your hair.”

“That you wanted me ! A-and... That I was a mess... That you hated dirty things, Sir... You answer quickly with a shaking voice. He lets go of your face abruptly with a wide smile, nodding his face.”

“Yeah that’s it ! And what did you just make ? He pointed your face nonchalantly, making you whisper A mess with a tiny voice. A fucking mess, I hate it, in the name of Lucifer... I hate it ! His pupils were all black, you couldn’t even see the white in it. And you knew you messed up.”

He was hysterical and the screams, laughs and encouragements from the lower classes encourages him to act even more crazier. He grabs your wrist merciless to the applause of the crowd and he leads the two of you in the part of the castle which belongs to him.

Faster than you would have liked, you were in his room. It was always cold, not welcoming and way too dark for your eyes in need of nothing but sunshine. Hyunjin stayed silent but the creepy smile on his face was enough to makes you shiver in fear.

It was crazy how easily he switched from being insane to quiet.

Once you were in his private bathroom he made you look at you through the big golden mirror in front of the black marble bathtub. And you could see the damage, the deep red liquid running down your face, some strands of your hair are wet and the front of your black lace dress is also ruined with wine. You feel your back burning from his stares, and it’s even more humiliating than your physical condition.

“I think my angel needs to take a bath, don’t you ? You nod slowly, playing nervously with your fingers. What are you waiting for ? Go ahead.”

You look up at him leaning against the door frame, panicked. He raises an eyebrow and you shake your head. No, impossible. You probably misunderstood. Or he misspoke. How can you get naked in front of him ?

“Need some help, maybe ?” 

Still through the mirror you can see him approaching you to stand behind you. Your body was frozen, not that you were afraid, but you were mostly intimidated. Your aura may be a pink pale tone but his own was... Like a dark shade of the deepest blue. The ocean itself is bright compared to what emane from this demon. 

He puts your hair on the right side of your neck to have a full access of the left side one. His breath against your shivering skin was hot, and it probably burns you in the best way. The warmth and the softness of his lips against your skin were painful and you couldn’t help biting your lips and squeezing your eyes.

The inner fight you waged against yourself scared you more. Do you really want to push him away ? Or can’t you wait to be naked for him ?

Slowly, his long fingers trail the curve of your body, from your shoulders, to your waist, your hips, but strangely... Never your intimate parts. And you swear, at that right moment, you needed that more than you could ever imagine. Your body was squirming against his and slowly he grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at you, angel. You open your eyes to see your back totally glued to his chest, making you blush in an instant. Don’t be shy with me, I told you. I’m your owner, there’s no need to be shy. You couldn’t stop looking at him and when he pushes his thumb against your lips you opened it to take it in your mouth and to start sucking it. He chuckles, nibbling your ear, his hot breath awakening all your senses. So nasty, are you really a child of God ?”

His last sentence makes you shiver. He was right. Did you deserve to be considered pure when you wanted him so badly ?

Hyunjin slowly untie your dress and the unknown feeling of being naked in front of someone was as arousing as scaring. Only his sharp eyes was touching you. As usual, he was looking at every details of your body and you can tell how badly he restrains himself to not put his hands all over your frame.

Why was he even nice ? He was almost hysteric few minutes ago. But the answer was evident... He was a demon, after all. They don’t need an excuse to act like crazy.

You didn’t move, looking shamefully at your body for reacting to every ones of his caresses, looks and words.

He takes you out of your mind, grabbing your wrist to lead you in the bathtub, hot smoke escaping from it due to the water. You put your body in it and you look at him undressing. He was as naked at you. His body was slim, his thighs and abdomen were muscular, his body was sculpted by the the God himself. 

How funny is it to think that when he’s the son of Lucifer himself.

It doesn't take long for him to join you, placing his body behind yours. You didn’t know if it was because of the water relaxing all of your nerves, or his strangely calm aura, but you felt good. Hyunjin grabs your shoulders to make your body leans against his, slipping his wet hands on your face to clean your features from the liquid that he himself threw at you. 

A little sigh escape your mouth and you allow yourself to pretend that you’re not in Hell. That you’re in your own room with all your green indoor plants surrouding you. You even have the impression that your favorite sugary smell is all over you, and you can even feel Felix scratching you neck and chin cause he knows how much you like that.

Wait... But you’re not in your room. And there’s no Felix.

Hyunjin started to kisses your neck slowly, licking your skin with the tip of his tongue, making you moan unintentionally. You open your eyes, ashamed of how pathetic you melt in the hand of the one and only Demon who can controls you. He probably feels your body tense and he starts to draw some invisible circles against your tummy.

“It’s funny how I want to protect you and ruin you at the same time. You bite your lips, gulping slowly just imagining the two situations. Yeah, it’s funny. How I want to take care of you, kiss you everywhere, makes you feel good. His words are accompanied by gentle caresses, he brushes your boobs with his fingertips, making you shiver and squirm against him. Even if he was behind you you can feel his gaze on your naked body exposed to him. How I want to hurt you in the goodest way, makes you beg and cry. He pinches one of your already hard nipple with two of his fingers and again, you moan softly. Isn’t it supposed to hurt ? Then why does it feels good ?”

He chuckles when he hear your voice, rubbing now your two buds in his digits. You can’t control your body and the sensation you’re feeling and quickly you came to the conclusion that you want more. You want to feel more, you want that heatness in your body to be more intense, to explode.

The back of your head falls against the crook of his neck and his strong woody smell makes you loose your mind. Hyunjin turns his head to put his forehead against yours while his fingers travel all around you naked figure against him. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere, it's like he can touch your whole body at the same time.

“Don’t stop looking at me. He whispers in a low voice, his eyes fixed on yours.”

You nod slowly even tho it’s difficult for you to stay focused when one of his hands glides along your exposed pubis. His other hand is still firmly gripped to your boob, massaging it in both a soft and harsh way. It was his power. To be gentle and rough.

Instinctively you open your legs. More, more, more. That’s all you can think about right now. And it seems that he exactly understand what you want. More. His long fingers run through your womanhood, wet because of the water, but not only. You can feel how burning it is, how good it feels when he slides them against your two intimates lips. More. You try to keep your eyes open as much as possible to not break the intense contact you’re sharing. A little oh escape your lips when he circles his fingers around that tiny, little, swollen bud. More, you want more.

“You don’t have that in Heaven, uh ? You never felt that good, did you ? You shake your head, half closed eyelids due to everything you’re feeling. That’s the real Heaven, angel.”

His wide black dilated pupils were magneficient, you couldn’t even think of looking away. He continues to rubs your most sensitive area and the hot water just help everything to be more soother and slicker. He teases your nipple, kissing the tip of your nose with a smirk drawns on his beautiful lips and you start to buck your hips up to feel more of the frictions he was offering to you. Slowly, you grip his wrist to push his hands even more against your intimate area. He chuckles, again, at your eagerness and soft moans crash on his lips when he taps your pussy. It was tickling, weird, but oh so good at the same time.

Slowly he grabs your waist to turn your body around so that you are facing him. And it’s even more intimidating to see Hyunjin with his eyes totally lost in the luxurious world. Almost automatically you stick your body to him, surrounding his waist with your legs.

If only you know that doing that made your pussy crash against his, you can really feel it, hard and pretty long dick. Your cheeks were now probably a bright tint of red. And you can see that he wasn’t in a better state.

“S-sorry ! I didn’t meant to do that, Sir !”

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Do it again, can you ? You nod slowly, pressing your two hands on his shoulders to give you a little bit of support. You move your hips slowly against his body, his hard-on hitting your core everytime you moved. Yeah, just like that, keep going... How does it feel ?”

Your only answer was to nod again and bite your lips. It felt too good to be real. Your two bodies stick together were hot and you swear, the burning flames in Hell wasn’t as hot as you. One of Hyunjin’s hand was grabbing your waist to help you move and grind above him while the other one found their way to your exposing neck. 

All of your body was covered with shivers and you didn’t know if the cause was his eyes on you, his hands gripping your throat without squeezing it, or your core sticking and rubbing on his rosy tip. 

“You’re mine. You can hear his hoarse voice whispering in your ear as he still grab your throat in a possessive way while his hand on your waist tighten it firmly. You’re mine. I choose you not only cause I know you were obedient... His hips buck up into yours, making the both of you crash your crotch together in a moaning symphony. Because I knew you were going to love it a lot more than you should.”

You felt light-headed for a moment. Hyunjin’s words was arousing, making you feel like the dirtiest angel. And it was too much. Too much new sensations for your body. The knot in your stomach were growing to the point that it was consuming you so you speed your own pace, helped by his hands, his breath, his moans, even his praises “pretty, hot, good girl” were the only words you were focused on. You felt enveloped by your devastating orgasm, your face leans back and a silent moan escapes your parted lips. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes open, your bordy starts to shake against his and you scratch his shoulders to hold on to reality. It was insanely good to be on cloud nine, a soft smile draws on your lip as every muscles of your body relaxed and tensed at the same time. 

You feel him chasing his own high, patting his veiny and leaking dick on your swollen and overstimulated bud. You wanted to escape his touch as much as you wanted him to keep doing that delicious feeling.

You let yourself totally go in his arms when the both of you come back down from your high. Hyunjin was as breathless as you and he rubs your back in slow caresses, kissing your temples with a little grin.

“I bet Felix never made you feel that way. You frowned your eyebrows, why was he talking about Felix now ? You lift your face to look up at him in a confused way. Oh, you probably didn’t know... You shake your head slowly. He was my servant. You both have the same disgusting sugary smell. ”

Your jaws dropped and you blink your eyes. Felix, the purest heart you have ever known was once... A demon ?

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