#but doesn’t this make a good material for breeding fantasies?

[keepit-toyourself]

What I love/hate about ovulation and the post-ovulation days: I get wet at the most random times???

[wttcsms]

we play our fantasies out in real life ways ; shouto todoroki.

pairing shouto todoroki x f!reader  word count 2.7k  synopsis knocking up his sugar baby seems (and feels) like a dream come true for the future ceo and youngest son of japan’s richest conglomerate family. content contains sugar daddy!shouto, yandere themes, car sex, creampie, breeding kink, quirkless au, ceo!shouto, tiny daddy kink author’s notes this is a repost of an old fic but pls tell me we are still horny 4 shouto. also ignore the Tesla promo, i was feeling silly when i wrote this </3

He can have anything he wants, you know.

And of course you know this. Of course you do. It’s hard to ignore this fact whenever he’s the exact reason your closet is overflowing with more dresses than you know what to do with; why your dresser can barely stay shut due to the amount of lacy lingerie you’ve had to shove in them; why you’re a third year college student driving to campus with a brand new Mercedes that technically isn’t even supposed to be out on the market ‘til next month. 

He can have anything he wants, and because you’re his, by extension, you have the power to make all your material wishes come true, too. All you have to do is ask him.

All you have to do is look up at him and give him those puppy dog eyes of yours and say, “please, daddy, can I cum?” and he’ll let you. You know he will, because stoic Shouto Todoroki, the future CEO and prized son of the Todoroki clan that happens to be one of the most famous conglomerate families in all of Japan, just can’t seem to say no to you. He signs off multi-billion yen deals as easily as one blinks and running multiple companies is just something he’s been born to do. It’s no easy feat to give commands to such a powerful man. 

And yet, one look and a tiny whimper is all it takes to turn him into putty in your hands. 

It’s always an out of body experience when you’re with Shouto. Being with him is like constantly being the main character of a movie. He rents out entire restaurants so the two of you can dine away from prying eyes. He sends you good morning and good night texts every single day. (One time you joked about him forcing his assistant to do it because there’s no way a busy man like him would ever have time to do something so insignificant; he didn’t like that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the concept of you being someone very important to him.) Shouto is incredibly good to you, incredibly good for you.

He’s incredibly good with a lot of things. Taking care of you, for one. Taking care of all his businesses, for another. And right now, he’s taking real good care of your cunt when he’s got three of his fingers knuckles deep in you. 

The windows to his sleek, outrageously priced car are tinted so dark, even you struggle to see through the windshield. You always tell him it’s dangerous, but he reminds you that there are always reasons for the things he does. You wonder if getting tinted windows so he could fuck his college student sugar baby with some semblance of privacy is the reason. 

And then all thinking on your end comes to a stop when he nips at the skin of your neck, biting down softly and getting you to let out a tiny whimper. It doesn’t hurt. You don’t think Shouto is even capable of hurting you; not because you’re some unbreakable being, but because you don’t think the calloused hands that have caressed every centimeter of your body is capable of harming you. 

The two of you are currently parked in the lot right outside the building where his main office is located. In about ten minutes, the parking lot will be flooded with employees who have just clocked out and are getting ready to speed home. In about ten minutes, anyone could accidentally (or purposely) become a little voyeur to the activities going down in the future CEO’s luxury car. 

Your back is pressed against his chest. More often than not, you find yourself naked while he’s practically still dressed, and it’s the same thing that’s happening right now. The buttons on his shirt are digging into your back, but you can’t find it in you to complain. Instead, you focus on gripping the wrist of the hand that’s in between your thighs. The sleeves of his button down shirt are rolled up, and if you take your tiny fingers just a bit higher, you can feel the veins running down his arm. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” The baritone of his voice is smooth, calm, collected — in control. Because you can make any request in the world, and Shouto will fulfill it for you, but that does not mean that you are the one who makes the final decisions. At the end of the day, everything you have, everything that is given to you, is because of him, because of the decisions he makes for you.

His eagerness to gift you the world thinly veils the true depth of your submission to him. A subconscious part of you is well aware of the power imbalance in this relationship, but if all has been well these past two years, then surely it’ll only be smooth sailing from here?

You lean back, leaning into his warmth, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his spicy cologne that costs more than your textbooks (that he bought for you). 

“D-daddy.” You moan out, trying to coax him deeper in your tight little cunt, as if his fingers aren’t already as deep as they can go, spreading out your hole to prep you for what he knows you truly crave. 

“You’ve got to speak up, love. I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what to give you.” His breath is warm against your ear, and it’s so hot in the car. So, so hot. You wonder if it’s just you feeling the heat, though. Shouto seems as collected as ever, not the least bit uncomfortable at all. 

“Mmm — w-want you.” You wriggle a bit in his lap, but his free hand grips your side and squeezes you with a firm, nonverbal command to stop moving. You do, immediately. Because that’s what you always do: follow his command. 

“I know you do.” He coos, finally moving his fingers. It’s agonizingly slow, too slow. The car is silent save for your little pants and the obscene wet sounds that come as a result of his fingers thrusting in your wet cunt. 

“Faster, daddy.” You whine out, looking up at him. The sun is setting, and despite the tint of the windows, the orange glow from the sun still shines against his smooth skin, casting his face into something that’s half sunset/half shadow. It’s a good look; a sharp contrast that matches his hair. Seeing your blatant admiration of him only spurs him to give in and go faster. He had planned on drawing this out for as long as he possibly could. He had originally wanted to coax you into as many orgasms ‘til you were nothing but a fucked out little mess, too worn out to pay attention or even care when he finishes your little session with you plugged up with his cum. 

The lives of children born into the Todoroki family are more cursed than it is blessed, and Shouto had, a very long time ago, made a vow that he would never continue the bloodline. He would have no children, which would be easy because he planned on never having a lover.

And then he met you, started providing for you, realized how much he enjoyed providing, and realized even more that the only way to strengthen this transactional relationship is by forcing your hand. He likes to think that you would stay with him willingly, but there are some chances that he’s just not willing to take; there are some extremes that he’s all too entirely happy to go far to, though. 

Your sweet moans mix in well with the lewd sounds of your pussy getting thoroughly fingerfucked. His fingers are so much longer than yours, can reach spots inside of you that you can’t quite reach yourself. He’s efficient with anything and everything he does, and you’re not surprised when he doesn’t slow his pace. The consistent strokes of his fingers, your lowered inhibitions when around Shouto, and the look on his face (equal parts concentration and adoration) all help in making you cum all over his hand. 

“Good girl.” Shouto whispers, removing his fingers and holding his hand up. The sunlight beaming through makes his digits glisten even more, and you’re enraptured as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips to suck your essence off of them. Piercing heterochromatic eyes never leave yours as he sucks on them, and you have to turn away from embarrassment. How can he keep such a straight face when literally licking your cum off his fingers? 

“Don’t turn away from me.” His hand — still wet — grips your chin and forces you to look at him again. “I don’t like it when you shy away from me.” 

You nod meekly, and Shouto sighs. 

“You shouldn’t be shy around me. I don’t like making you feel uncomfortable, you know that, don’t you?” 

You nod again, a subtle, barely there move. He’s not impressed. 

“Answer me properly.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, and you sit up a little straighter. Shouto would never lay a hand on you with the intent to physically harm you, but he’s not above roughing you up during sex. You’ve heard him get this way before, and the imprint of his fingertips and the purple hickeys littering your poor body took three days to fade properly. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say with a pout, trying to conjure up any sort of leniency he can spare. Judging by his facial expression and the wavering look in his eyes, he’s already softening up. You just have to make it up to him now to have his complete forgiveness.

Maneuvering in the limited space the driver’s seat gives is no easy task, but you manage to shift positions to where you’re straddling his lap, finally facing him properly. He’s leaned back, watching you with a hungry glint in his eyes that makes you feel like the most wanted girl in all of Japan. A surge of heat flows through your body, from the tips of your ears to your cheeks and all the way down to between your thighs. If you were in a different position, you could clench them together, try to rub your thighs in an attempt to ease the need for friction. 

Your fingers make quick work of his belt and his zipper, pulling down on both the waistband of his slacks and his briefs to finally free his cock. He’s already hard, and you admire the way your hand can’t even wrap fully around him. The tip is flushed red, pearly beads of precum already present. 

This is the part where you look up at him, almost as if you’re unsure about what to do. You don’t know what it does to him, to see you sitting on his lap with his cock looking outrageously large in your tiny hands. He can see your pretty pussy practically dripping all over his slacks. Now’s not the time for you to be playing the role of an innocent, unsure little girl, but then it hits him: you’re asking him for permission. He almost lets out a bark of laughter. 

“You’ve already taken it upon yourself to tear into my pants and make a grab for my cock. Surely you don’t expect me to beg to fuck your little hole now, do you?” He has a cold smile on his face as he brings you closer to him. “I thought this was my apology. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me do all the work?”

“O-of course not!” You look startled at the suggestion, eyes going big and round. He looks at you expectantly, as if telling you to do something. 

It always burns when you first take him. It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cums, doesn’t matter how long he spends stretching you out on his fingers. By now, your pussy should have memorized the feel of his dick, should have been moulded to fit him and only him. And while there’s a tiny flash of pain and discomfort for you (which Shouto hates), it’s hard not to be in love with the feel of just how tight you are. 

The stinging pain is brief, though, and is easily replaced by one of satisfaction from being stuffed by the prettiest, fattest cock you’ve ever taken in your life. 

You moan, rocking your hips back and forth. Maybe this was originally supposed to be an apology to him, but it feels more like you’re using him as your own personal toy, and Shouto really couldn’t care less. After all, if it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby? What would happen if I never met you, hmm? Are you willing to spread those pretty legs of yours for any man?” He says the last sentence with a tone sharper than usual. You shake your head as you continue to rut against him, chasing after your own high because you might not be a simpleminded slut for anyone, but you are nothing more than a cockslut when it comes to Shouto. 

“Ah — fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moan out, falling against his chest, burying your face into the space between his shoulder and neck. “D-daddy, fuck!”

He holds you close to him as you cum, not even minding the mess you’ve made of his work pants. “Daddy’s got you.” He coos, his hand finding the back of your neck and squeezing you there, gently. “You must be tired now…”

You’re still too fucked out to really comprehend what’s exactly going on ‘til it’s happening, but even with your slow reaction times, you still manage to let out a slutty moan as you feel Shouto thrusting up into you. It must be uncomfortable, you think. This position doesn’t make it exactly easy for him to chase after his own pleasure, but then you remember that Shouto Todoroki doesn’t back down or break down when it comes to challenges.

He perseveres. 

You’re like a rag doll, like a personal little fucktoy, made for him to use (and maybe even break) as he pleases. Every thrust is sharp and intense, and his teeth are clenched as he continues to use you, enjoying the warmth of your tight walls and admiring the ring of white that coats and clings to his dick every time he pulls out. 

It doesn’t take him much longer to finally finish; he grabs you by your hips, raising you slightly before abruptly pushing you down on his cock, making sure that he’s nestled as deeply in you as he can be when he finally cums. He’s breathing a bit harder as he comes down, and then he’s grabbing you by your hair, making you stare at him. 

His cheeks are flushed, there’s some slight sweat building up on his forehead, his shirt is wrinkled. He’s never looked better. You’ve never felt better. 

Or, more accurately, never felt fuller. 

“Shouto, did you c…” You can’t even finish the sentence. Did you cum inside? Not like you have to; you know the answer. Some of it is dripping out of you. 

All he does is give you that small smile, the one that he rarely lets anyone see, and starts up the car. 

If he doesn’t want to talk now, there’s no way you can get him to answer properly. You try to remove yourself from his lap and make your ungraceful, disgusting journey to the passenger seat, but Shouto places a firm hand on your waist, forcing you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shouto, you can’t possibly drive while I’m sitting here on your lap.”

“I bought a Tesla for a reason.” 

Right. Because everything Shouto does has a reason for it.

You think about this on the drive back to his penthouse, a little bit of fear building up in your lower belly. Shouto does everything for a reason, and what’s the reason for any man cumming inside?

[planet-dusk]

☆ raspberry sour ∘ b.c

after a few too many drinks at your boyfriend's party you decide to sleep it off in his room. inebriated, you take a wrong turn and end up in chan's bed instead. but fear not — he'll take good care of you...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x f!reader

─── ☆ length: 1.4k

─── ☆ warnings: noncon, somnophilia (yn passed out drunk), fingering, fantasies of breeding yn, unprotected sex, pet names: babygirl, name calling: slut

─── ☆ note: this is a rewrite of an old fic previously posted on this blog. 18+ minors dni. this work contains noncon, proceed with caution if the above warnings could be triggering to you. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

─── ☆ skz masterlist ∘ all masterlists

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works anywhere.

You're asleep. In his bed.

Chan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He must’ve had more to drink than he thought. It’s either that or he’s dreaming. 

But when he opens his eyes again you’re still there. You’re on your stomach, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Your head rests on your arms and the only visible movement is the slow rise and fall of your breathing. 

You look so peaceful. So pretty. 

Chan steps into his room and closes the door behind him. He doesn’t know why he locks it. Out of habit, perhaps. 

But something tells him the real reason. You. He pushes the thought away, deep down to the pit of his stomach, far from the unraveling edges of his conscience. 

The party is still going strong downstairs; he can hear the bass and the cheers from his friends. And while he didn’t have nearly as much to drink as you, Chan feels the titillating buzz of alcohol in his veins. It makes him bolder than usual. 

The right thing to do would be to leave and tell Minho you’ve wandered into the wrong room. Let your boyfriend carry you back to his own bed. 

But even before he steps closer Chan knows he’s already made up his mind. He’s not going to do the right thing. Not tonight. Not when you look so beautiful, spread out on his bed like a present. Like it’s his birthday. 

You’re stunning. He was already painfully aware even though he’s only seen you a handful of times when his roommate had you over. Never long enough to take a good look. Not without it feeling inappropriate. 

As if this is appropriate…but a quick look won’t hurt anyone, Chan thinks. And if the sounds you’re making when you’re with Minho are anything to go by, you’ve never seemed to mind an audience. Surely you know the walls are paper thin. Chan’s lost count of the amount of times he’s cummed to your moans and whimpers filling the apartment. 

He walks around the bed and takes in your features. Your makeup smudged a bit and your skirt has hiked up, barely covering the swell of your ass. 

You’re wearing pink lace panties. The same color as the drinks you’ve been drinking all night. Besides black, it’s his favorite color. 

His cock swells in his pants. 

Fuck. 

If only he could…

Chan palms himself over his jeans. He shouldn’t be looking at you like this. Shouldn’t be thinking about touching his roommate’s girlfriend. But his other hand reaches out before he can stop himself; fingers pressing against the pink fabric, right where your hole should be. 

What happened to just one quick look? Any semblance of self-control is slipping away from him. All he needs now is one touch. You would let him have this, wouldn’t you? You’ve always seemed like such a good girl. He knows you are. 

And he can be good for you, too. Make you feel good. 

He’s not sure if he’s imagining the throbbing of your pussy through the fabric but it turns him on even more. He traces the outline of your hole and trails his fingers down to massage your clit. With slow rubs of his index as not to rouse you, Chan’s surprised to find the material quickly dampening under his touch. 

When he applies a bit more pressure you stir and he freezes, panic flooding him at the thought of getting caught. Your eyelashes flutter and you spread your legs wider before stilling again. 

Chan curses under his breath. His heart pounds in his ears as realization hits him. His cock is painfully hard now, neglected in his pants. The wet patch on your panties is growing and Chan can’t hold back any longer. He needs to see your pretty cunt. 

He pulls the gusset aside, gulping at the sight of your soaked folds. He runs his fingers through them to wet them, plays with your clit, noticing the way your breathing quickens a little. 

“You like that, babygirl?” He whispers, barely audible. “Want some more?”

You let out a soft whimper when two fingers breach you, finding no resistance. Your slick drips over his hand and down his wrist. He toys with you for a while, obsessed with the way your greedy hole swallows his fingers. 

It’s addicting. And he needs more. He needs to feel your snug walls around him. He’s already fucking you with his fingers, what difference would his cock make now? 

Chan brings his hand up to his lips. You even taste delicious. So fucking sweet. He wishes he could bury his face between your cheeks and eat you out for hours. Suckle on your clit and bite your thighs until you’re begging him to stop. 

But he doesn’t have time, so he shoves his jeans down his legs and frees his thick cock. He drags it through your slit to wet it, circling your hole before pushing inside. You whimper again and he stills, brows knitted in worry. He doesn’t want to hurt you. Didn’t he prep you enough? You’re dripping and took his fingers so well —

Then you whine again, canting your hips a little as if to urge him on. 

Chan’s worry dissipates and he chuckles. Even while asleep your body reacts to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise; he knew you’re a bratty little slut. He’s heard the tell-tale sounds of a good spanking mixed with your loud whimpering more than once. 

Now it’s his turn to feel your warm, wet cunt and Chan can’t believe his luck. He’s sure Minho would want you to feel good too. A pretty girl like you deserves to get fucked every day. 

He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning and starts moving with slow strokes. Your pretty little hole stretches around his cock so well. He can’t get enough of the sight, pulling out completely and watching you clench around nothing. 

He hasn’t even fucked you properly and your body already wants more. 

Chan feels so dirty about taking you like this. It’s wrong and it makes him so fucking hard. He hates how much he enjoys it. Even though he wishes he could fuck you while awake there’s something about using you like this that sends a rush of adrenaline through him unlike anything he’s ever felt before. 

He settles for a slow grind and his fingers find their way back to your clit. He supposes it doesn’t matter if you cum or not (even though he hopes this feels good for you, too) but your hole tensing around his cock whenever he touches the sensitive bud makes him lightheaded. 

You feel so fucking good. As if your body was made for him.

It takes all his strength to stay quiet and his thrusts are getting sloppier now. His fingers press into your hips and your heavy eyelids blink open slowly. Your eyes are glassy, staring into the distance.

“Minnie,” you slur, “s’good.” 

Chan doesn’t reply, tightening his grip instead so he can bury himself deeper between your walls. Your cunt clenches around him and you moan softly, drifting in and out of consciousness.

If you were to tilt your head back you’d see him. How would you react when you realize it isn’t your boyfriend who’s making you feel this good? Would you scream? Would you try to push him away? Or would you whimper and moan louder? 

The last possibility makes his cock twitch. His balls tighten and he pulls out just in time to jerk himself to completion. Chan’s smart enough to not cum inside (the cleanup would be a pain) even though he wishes he could…

He wants to fill you up. Mark you and breed you until his seed leaks out of your spent hole. Instead he spills all over your bare thighs, thick white ropes painting your skin. 

Gently, he wipes you clean with one of his old shirts. He tucks his softening cock away, puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down. 

Other than your smudged makeup you look presentable. Your breathing is steady and even as if nothing happened. 

Chan brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. Your plush lips are parted slightly and there’s some drool on his pillow. How cute you are... His own lips curve into a smile and he kisses your temple.

Next time he’ll try your pretty mouth.

[10thmusemoon]

saw your omega yqy post and i must know, if yqy and sj had another baby after shen yuan (after they officially get together and openly COMMUNICATE about their feelings) how would that go? how would sj feel about it knowing that yqy loves him? how would yqy feel knowing (or at least suspecting) that sj is actually looking forward to their second child?

CW: omegaverse, jiuqi, 97

Despite a breeding kink definitely being present I don’t think SJ would want another kid! But that’s not how omegaverse goes so of course there would be another!

There was so much trepidation with the first child, so naturally he’s anxious at the beginning. Jealousy and hunger are such an integral part of who Shen Jiu that he is that he puts himself in a box of how he should feel, how he expects himself to act like he did the first time around. It was such a resentful and miserable time for him that he’s not looking forward to it at all.

SJ is so used to planning for the worst that the good always blindsides him.

A stable relationship means that this time around he doesn’t have to restrain himself at all. SJ can scent yqy as he wishes and bury his face in the sect leader’s neck for hours, getting drunk off the smell of a happy pregnant omega knowing “I did this, qi-ge is this happy because of Me.”

He can enjoy the changes this causes in yqy this time around instead of thinking it’s a parasite changing him into something unfamiliar.

There was a very real fear in yqy that SJ wouldn’t want anything to do with them after Shen yuan was born that just isn’t an issue this time around. Yqy would have been overly independent the first time around, partly because of not wanting to bother SJ but mostly because that’s who he is. When he tries to pull the same shit this time around SJ gets to gleefully bully yqy into resting and being spoiled. For once yqy can’t ignore him to stay up and finish more paperwork because SJ will immediately weaponize the baby’s health against him.

(SJ becomes a menace on Qian Cao peak and MQF morns the time when he knew less about his shixiongs sex life and they used to avoid medical care)

The pregnancy sex is filthy, but more body worship than degradation happening for once. (We’re not talking about the lactation kink but it’s real.) SJ looks at YQY flushed and full, pressed against a nest of the softest most expensive materials available and thinks, “I won. This is mine, mine, mine.”

Pride and smug satisfaction define the second pregnancy.

This is the life Shen Jiu was owed, all the years of hell were for this. Everyone that ever looked down on him was wrong, they would all eventually die with their aspirations on their tongues while Shen Jiu lives as a powerful immortal with a spoiled Qi-ge on his arms.

(The barefoot and pregnant omega fantasy is strong this time around and if only yqy could just stop giving a shit about the sect for two seconds to make it a reality!!)

YQY is over the moon with all this, similar to Shen Jiu there’s less restraint going on and he allows himself the full range of emotions. On more than one occasion he finds himself tearing up with a silent joy that sends SJ into panicked spirals that typically end with a flustered “we could have had this earlier if you weren’t an idiot about things!!”

Not only that but also with jealousy, he isn’t just a thing that belongs to SJ (though he is!) this time around but also someone that has just as much a claim to his beautiful husband. There is a certain smugness to his status a a powerful pregnant omega with an ethereal husband when they have meetings with outsiders. Also he fully milks (lol) his rights as an omega to have his alpha come everywhere (lol x2) with him “for his safety.”

(If YQY wasn’t the sect leader they surely would have been thrown out for public indecency.)

If with Shen Yuan SJ had been a reluctant father with his first pet, then with baby 2 he is suddenly the obnoxious show dog owner that thinks he’s better than you.

The difference is that Shen Yuan was Qi-ge’s baby, and the goodness of him was because of that association, it was the saving grace from the poison he would inherit from SJ.

Baby two is his, they’re all his, because it’s what Shen Jiu deserves. They are his victory and his pride and he radiates condescension for his superior family that he built.

(YQY is so into this baby 3 might be a given)

[chibipandaao3]

I don’t know what happened, I had an anonymous ask and it disappeared as soon as I clicked it open.

But basically it was someone asking why I’m against BabePreg and that they thought it ”fit” him…

TL;dr at the end.

Clearly paraphrasing — sorry if that’s incorrect

So… I’m assuming this is coming primarily from the bonus chapter when they’re babysitting. And, I wonder if the people who use this as “evidence” don’t fully understand how fantasies/kinks works. I’m not trying to put anyone down, but it seems like people have this belief that kinks/fantasies are things people want in “reality.” And, no. That’s the first thing to understand. Plenty of people have fantasies where they are physically hurt or attacked or assaulted — they don’t actually want that to happen to them! It’s a fantasy — it’s fake and taking place in their heads. It’s a safe thing to fantasize about because it’s not actually happening.

Throughout that chapter where Babe and Charlie play out their kink - Babe reminds himself they’re just alphas and CAN’T get pregnant. It also ends with Babe explicitly saying;

“I hate kids”

Adding, pregnancy/breeding kinks =/= wanting to have or raise a child

And the above isn’t even taking into account that part of why Babe is screwing alphas - or being screwed by alphas - is because there’s no chance or pregnancy.

Or the fact that when Charlie owns up to his power he explicitly says to Babe, “I can’t get you pregnant, and even if I could, I wouldn’t because I know you never want children”

All that is directly from the translation on Wattpad.

Is the show different? Kinda — but the reason Charlie poses that question after they become boyfriends is for the audience to understand it’s “possible” under the right circumstances (enigma) because otherwise viewers wouldn’t follow it as easily — it’s narrative. It’s meant to make viewers unfamiliar with the book question Charlie’s character.

Besides the evidence in text as to why I’m not for BabePreg, there also personal reasons.

Babe is child free by choice, as am I. I like that there’s a character who just doesn’t want kids.

Additionally, as someone who’s been told things — at the store, at work, when I was a student — such as

“You’ll look so good pregnant!”

“All you need is a baby on the hip and one on the way”

“Oh you’re made to be a mother”

The idea that a character “can’t” know what they want and don’t want, is very frustrating to me in this context. And I fully acknowledge that it’s a me problem here.

But within canon, there’s no evidence of Babe wanting kids — nothing beyond a kinky fantasy (which again doesn’t equate to “real” life wishes).

If the show, with all of this in canon evidence against it, makes BabePreg happen, it will have diverted into fanfic territory.

And I’m not big on shows/films disregarding the story the authors want to tell in favor of filling media with fan’s fantasies.

But, as I said in the original post — literally ANY other character could end up pregnant and I wouldn’t give a shit. 😂

Plus, even if season 2 ends up being a hard pass for me - Goddess Bless You From Death looks fucking fantastic, and I can deal with having just the one show to look forward to. It’s really no biggie on my end.

TL;dr — sorry your ask disappeared. There’s no canon material that demonstrates Babe actually wanting children, in fact there’s actually the opposite - evidence to support his dislike/disinterest in children. I relate to Babe and, as a result, get frustrated at the idea of the show going “against his wishes.” But in the end, I really don’t care 😂 I’ll live with or without PB season 2.

[surveysand]

one.

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? middle school, i think? i can't remember if it was middle or elementary school where i last had a pottery unit in art class, lol.

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? i love it. i have a yearly membership with my city's art museum.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12hours or sharp for 2? dull pain.

Koala or Kangaroo? koala.

Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? yes.

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? president.

Does blue occur in your national flag? yes.

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer? If yes, do you play and what position? no, just never been my type of thing.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? famous scientist.

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? crime scene investigator.

Does making others happy really make you feel happy? absolutely. it's hard to be in a bad mood when i know i've made someone else feel good.

What colour literally doesn’t appear in your wardrobe at all? i have at least one item in every color, but orange is definitely the one least represented.

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys? i don't make surveys, just answer them.

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? no.

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another ‘sharp’ plant? no.

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you? i can get overwhelmed, but it is probably my favorite of the traditional holidays. i'm not religious, but i love winter and the music/food/etc. reminds me of my childhood which i hold very closely.

Have you ever wrote your own short story? What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn’t finish? i've written several short stories for school projects, but never any novels. also, have never started and left anything unfinished.

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? i am not really a movie person, but i guess real life if i had to choose. the only movies i really watch are documentaries.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]? the true good in people.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought). Would $100/60 be enough for this item? How about $1000/600? i would love a desktop computer, but really don't know what brand exactly. i figure it would be at least $1,200, though.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? high flying job.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? What did it look like and what were the circumstances? yes, i actually recently visited a (supposedly) haunted prison in my city despite having lived here for years and never gone. i went on a tour with my parents for a day together after my college graduation. i didn't think it was too scary despite getting pretty freaked out at paranormal stuff. What’s your favourite dip? french onion.

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? brownies.

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? it really would depend on the breed of dog.

Is crime a big problem in your area? not a ginormous problem (it could very easily be much worse), but i live in a very big city. so yes in comparison to other places.

What’s your town/city most well known for? importance in american history and annoying sports fans (which i am unapologetically a part of), lol. Do you know a Jack? What’s he like? How about a Lisa? What’s she like? yes, but neither very well. jack is one of my partner's best friends and lisa is one of my mom's close family friends. they're both nice from the limited interactions i've had with both of them.

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? all the same age, except for one who is two years older than me.

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? no.

Name 5 objects that you don’t have but would like right now? two bedside tables, a new mattress, a new bedframe, and a dresser. i really need to upgrade my bedroom furniture, lol.

When you have children, would you like twins? i wouldn't be opposed, but it's also not something i yearn for necessarily. Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? yes, there were three sets of twins that i went to primary/middle/high school with, two sets were in my grade and the other set was in the grade below me. i won't name them fully for personal reasons (i.e., i'm paranoid someone i know would find this, lol), but their initials are as follows: c/c, j/z, and l/l.

If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you? honestly, yes. i would want a girl first.

What instrument would you love to learn how to play? piano.

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? yes.

What’s the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? i really don't know. those things i was never really into.

Do you miss someone currently? yes.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for? a few months ago. i had to get an mri for some head pain i was experiencing.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? middle school, i think (i turn 23 in a few months). my family no longer has dental insurance and i can't afford out-of-pocket, but i know it's bad i haven't gone in so long.

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? yes, she's very nice.

What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? we're all very loud, lol. everyone outside our family is always telling us to quiet down.

[byuntrash101]

The Damnation of a Saint

Pairing: DomDemon!Baekhyun x Nun!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: *inhales sharply* plot, demon (Baekhyun is the literal Sin of Lust), nun!reader, religious themes, big fat cock, literal supernatural sex, super dom Baekhyun, also Love Shot Baek with the light blue suit (thank me later haha), masturbation (f), thigh riding (?), manhandling, fingering (f), oral (f), degradation, praising, corruption kink, impact play (light), breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, breath play, dirrrty talk (filthy) and more~

Raiting: 18+

Word count: 11.4k (you’re in for one hell of a ride. pun intended😈)

Summary: Everything is boring when you're an immortal being like Baekhyun. But that is about to change when the other Sins talk to him about an unbreakable rightous and virtous girl that was just ordained nun... Wouldn't make God himself a cuckold be the greastest achievement yet for the Sin of Lust ?

A/N: Guysss!! Finally!! It's here!!!! I have been working like crazy on this for such a long time, it's the longest one shot i've ever written! It feels good to finally be done but also i'm so nervous to let you guys down. But I did do my bestest and i hope it shows. -Cat😸

General Masterlist

Gif credit @thristyforbaek

The Damnation of a Saint

Baekhyun was bored out of his mind. Like he had been for decades now, even centuries. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel… well… anything and after years of vegetating he didn’t care enough to even try. So he just laid there, absentmindedly tapping his fingers as he stared blankly at the emptiness, comfortably set on the bed of dark purple smoke he had materialized.

He let out an audible annoyed groan which didn’t fail to catch the attention of the other demons there.

“What’s wrong?” Kyungsoo asked as he was feasting on some delicious meal he poofed out of thin air.

“I’m bored” Baekhyun complained, dragging out the word on his tongue, transmitting his state of utter apathy to the others.

“Why don’t you go up and play with the Humans?” Chanyeol suggested while checking himself out in the mirror.

“What’s the point? They are no fun anyways!” He sat up straight on the cloud of cotton like smoke.

“Why?” Yixing asked” You used to love going around and breaking up happy marriages, luring in women and men with your charms… That was always fun!” He said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

“Yeah maybe it was…”Baekhyun replied. “2 millenniums ago… When everything still felt fresh. Now I know that Humans are only self centered vile creatures who only claim to have better morals than us because they are scared of the consequences of succumbing to their primal instincts. When in fact, all they want is to eat, kill, have sex or not do anything at all.”

“That’s not entirely false” Yixing said, shrugging, already giving up the idea of comforting him.

“I mean where’s the fun if you can’t break their minds to give in? If they don’t resist the call of evil? If you can’t erode their will like a rock made smooth by the incessant beating of the cruel waves of the sea.” Baekhyun huffed in a quiet, defeated voice.

A silence settled for what seemed a long moment, even for immortal creatures for whom time doesn’t mean much anymore.

“Well you never tried with that girl…” Junmyeon started. “What was her name already?” He turned to Chanyeol but he was too busy looking through the hand held mirror and Kyungsoo had his face buried in a huge bowl of chicken broth. “Yixing?”

“Y/n” Yixing responded with no conviction.

“Yeah! That's right! That girl is unbreakable” Junmyeon affirmed. A ray of hope crossed Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Oh yeaaah… I remember her” Kyungsoo said, not taking the time to swallow before talking. “Even I tried!”

Now Baekhyun was definitely interested. Most people give in to Gluttony, it was, so to speak, the easier sin of the seven to succumb to. Rare are the people who say no to the second piece of cake after the birthday party or to the “all you can eat” special at their favourite restaurants.

“She refused to even taste the delicious meal I made her sister give her even though she was starving… instead she gave it to the homeless man living not far from her apartment.” Kyungsoo stated with aberration before plunging right back in the ramen bowl.

“Mhm” Baekhyun scratched his chin as his curiosity for that girl rose.

“Yeah one day I tried to make her give in to Sloth by making her miss the train and the bus she needed to get home after work and conveniently laid a 50$ bill in the gutter. All she had to do was to bend down and get it to rent a taxi to her apartment. But instead she took the money and walked to the police station, which was in the opposite direction and then walked back home only to take a shower and leave right after to attend the charity soup kitchen. Anddd...Just explaining this made me tired” Yixing complained in one single breath as he took Baekhyun’s seat on the plushy smoke.

“Maybe that one can be interesting after all” Baekhyun whispered.

“Yeah no kidding” Junmyeon added. “And you know the best part?” A perfidious smile pulled on his delicate features. “She was just ordained nun.”

Baekhyun’s face turned serious. All of a sudden the girl went from distraction of the day to possibly the ultimate challenge of corruption Baekhyun has been waiting for god knows how long (and he surely did not like to use that expression).

“Don’t mess with me Envy!” Baekhyun called Junmyeon by his official name, testifying the gravity of his statement.

“I’m not kidding Lust” Junmyeon mocked Baekhyun’s serious tone by also using his Sin name. “She decided the life of material things wasn't the way to happiness so she devoted herself to a humbler one, gifting her time and belongings to the poor and destitutes while she devoted her body to God only… look… Here she is”

With a flick of his wrist, green smoke emanated from thin air and formed a pierced circle where in the middle the reflection of a girl could be seen. Y/n was quiet, in the very humble room, a single window shone down onto the bed as she knelt at its side, palms joined, retreated into silent prayers.

She’s perfect.

That was Baekhyun’s first thought as an obscene smirk tugged at his lips. The black and white uniform she was wearing, the habit, couldn't fool the trained eyes of Baekhyun. All the fabric in the world couldn’t hide away the glorious curves of her body, beautiful round ass gently nested on her heels. The holy swells of her chest softly lifting the thick black material of the habit and the wooden cross she was wearing around her neck.

Divine.

Was what described her best.

“She’s beautiful” Baekhyun huffed in a soft murmur.

“Yeah I know.” Chanyeol said, finally letting go of the hand held mirror. “I thought with such a pretty face she’d be easy to convince that she’s above everyone else and just make her a pretentious, too-far-up-her-own-ass bitch. But I quickly realized it was a lost cause” he concluded.

“Yes…” Baekhyun spoke softly as he stared intensely at the girl. “She might just do”

***

You were on cleaning duty at the church today after the office. Even if the church was quite big it didn’t intimidate you and you truly intended to clean nicely and thoroughly. You started with scrubbing the ancient cobblestone of the old church with warm soapy water. Then you dusted the chairs and the effigies. Your heart was at peace as you felt useful for your community. Silence helped you connect to the spiritual nature of the place.

So for hours you diligently washed, dusted, scrubbed, cleaned, polished, until everything was neat and right.

But as you were tidying the confessionnal you noticed a small piece of colorful paper peeking from underneath the bench of the cloister. When your hands hazardly caught the object you realized it was a magazine and when you finally let your eyes fall on it you realized of what nature the magazine was.

Porn. A pornographic magazine.

The cover displayed several nude women adopting very suggestive poses, one of them even dangerously leaning her face towards the intimate parts of another one.

The obscene imagery made your heart race and you started to feel dizzy. You sat yourself on the bench and rested the lewd magazine in your lap. You took a deep breath and, very slowly, parted the red curtains to make sure you were alone in the church. Then you… flipped the pages.

“Oh my... Look at that! Y/n is flipping the pages!” Kyungsoo exclaimed.

“Oh she’s definitely curious for it” Chanyeol laughed. But Baekhyun refused to believe it just yet. Something about your body language was not right.

“Shhh” he shushed the others and motioned for them to keep looking through the green smoke.

As your fingers glided across each page and your face flushed bright red you came to the end of it and closed out the magazine. You sighed, letting your shoulders drop, closing your eyes in relief.

“Well…” you started “nobody left their name in it” you said to yourself, completely unaware the demons were spying on your every move. Not that you expected that anybody would leave their signature in such a piece of literature but still you had to at least try to find the rightful owner before taking actions.

A loud complaint erupted from the demons. All in disbelief. You looked at the magazine, true. But it was not for an impure purpose. It was only in the hopes of finding the name of the true owner and hopefully, return it back to them. You had no interest in the salacious scenes presented in the glossy pages. The rushing blood to your cheeks wasn’t due to any feeling of arousal or libidinousness. It was only the shame of invading someone’s privacy.

Once again your intentions were completely commendable. Immaculate.

As the demons protested and complained, Baekhyun, on the other hand, felt excitement. A feeling so distant and faded that it felt foreign. Baekhyun had forgotten all about this thrill. He didn’t remember how tingles tickled the tip of his cold fingers or how his guts swirled around in frenzy. This feeling was joy. Pure joy. Sweet intoxicating euphoria. And it was all thanks to you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you” he told you, the unsuspecting girl on her way to discard the impure magazine. A paltry, too poor of a stratagem to make you succumb to the darkness. You, the pious and saintly nun.

***

Cutting the vegetables was not your favourite task around the convent. You liked cleaning and tidying up better. Only because you were more on the active side and you liked how cleaning would make you break up a sweat when the whole monastery needed a dust off but nonetheless what you liked most was to help the community. And knowing the soup you were cooking up with the two other sisters was going to feed everyone was a fulfilling feeling. Well enough to make you happy.

So you were contemplating life cutting off the homegrown zucchinis when Sister Chaeyoung started to giggle. You didn’t pay much attention until Sister Nayeon started to snicker along with her.

You lift your eyes up and the both of them instantly stiffened up and started to act suspicious.

“What are you laughing about you two?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“Oh nothing” Nayeon said, hiding something behind her back.

“Come on, I want to laugh too” you said, the smile spreading further on your face.

You three are the youngest in the convent so you do many duties together, you grew quite close with the girls.

Chaeyoung rips something from Nayeon’s hand and proudly shows it to you.

“Look at this carrot” she said, puffing an adorable laugh.

It’s true the carrot has quite the... interesting shape. First of all it’s quite large, abnormally thick for a simple carrot. Homegrown vegetables are never like the perfectly shaped ones from the store and it’s definitely the case for this one. It has a slight upward curve and the extremity has a very distinctive shape. It’s phallic.

You delicately took the vegetable from the hands of Chaeyoung.

It’s almost unnatural how close the resemblance is, like it can’t be due to fortuity… The thick tip, the robust and curved upright shaft, the asperities reminiscent of the blood engorged veins, even the small slit at the top… The details are impressive.

“Look look” Chanyeol exclaimed, nudging Baekhyun in the ribs as he still observed you through the green fog. “She looks interested. I think it’s done this time”. Baekhyun stays completely silent but a smrk pulls on his lips when he notices how you eye down the forbidden vegetable (no pun intended), how your throat seems to thickly swallow and how your lip slightly trembles.

It feels so empowering, finally getting at your strong willed spirit, finally getting lust to creep under your skin. For these long seconds of contemplation, Baekhyun can only imagine the wicked places your mind races to. But right when he is about to open his mouth and declare victory. You laugh.

Baekhyun’s eyes nearly pop out if their sockets as this laugh rips through him.

You laugh so openly, your head hanged back, eyes creased. The laugh is like the rest of you, joyful, clear and pure.

You are only amused by such a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it’s funny and you were never the stuck up kind.

“I guess she’s only laughing at your stupid tricks” Yixing says while shrugging.

“Shut up” Baekhyun spits as he watches the scene unfold.

The three of you just laughed, enjoying this bonding moment together while the stricter, older sisters and the Mother Superior weren’t there to dim down your childish and silly amusement. It was just some light hearted, innocent humor to you.

Nothing to shake your faith or virtue.

“Now let’s finish up the soup, girls” you said, setting the amusing carrot on the cutting board. Before chopping it up and tossing the pieces in the big pot.

“Maybe we should have kept it” Chaeyoung whispered with pouty lips.

“Don’t be silly” you replied with a smile.

Baekhyun felt anger building up in his stomach and rushing through his veins to burn down his chest and neck. As much as he hated to admit it… Yixing was right these stupid tricks were no match for the unwaivering rightousness of your mind. These would certainly suffice if it was any other soul but not yours. Not you.

So Baekhyun was resolved to adopt drastic measures. Something he hasn’t done for centuries. But something necessary. This anger he felt, the deception upon failing once again. He hadn’t felt that in so long, he felt alive finally. It’s ironic how an immortal soul forgets how to feel alive for the simple reason that nothing is a threat to their existence. It is immuable, infinite, certain. Therefore unexciting, monotonous and lifeless.

So the negative feelings reminded Baekhyun of a purpose he once had, they reminded him of the stakes that used to be. Y/n reminded Baekhyun of being alive. Him, the unholy and vile Sin of Lust.

***

“You cannot be serious” Junmyeon exclaims, rubbing the deep crease between his eyebrows.

“I am most certainly serious” Baekhyun assures. “Now is the best time”

“Why?” Junmyeon asks.

“Because today she’s ovulating. Her body is most likely to respond to the primitive instinct of the survival of the species. Meaning that her spirit is most likely to be weaker.” Baekhyun explains his plan.

“But how do you plan on actually interacting with her? You know you won’t be able to have physical contact with her unless she summons you. And I don’t see how or even why she would call your name three times” Chanyeol pointed out, barely looking in his direction.

“I know that I’m not stupid” Baekhyun said with an eyeroll. “I won’t need to touch her to break her” he assures.

“But how if she can’t even see you?” Junmyeon was about to lose it.

“Hey calm down. You look like Jongin.”

“What did you say about me? '' Jongin yelled from across the empty space, interrupting his card game with Minseok, living up to the sin he was incarnating. Greed and Wrath were always the ones that involved themselves the less with the others.

“Nothing” Junmyeon cut him short, knowing well that once his arge was unleashed it was difficultly containable. “How are you going to corrupt her if she can't see you?”

“She will see me” Baekhyun smirks.

“Not in the monastery she won’t, not on sacred ground” Junmyeon mocks his overly confident tone.

“Not if she invites me in” Baekhyun’s smik grows wider as silence settled in the unholy space between hell and earth. Junmyeon laughed hysterically, holding his ribs as he wiped off a tear in the corner of his eyes.

“And how will you manage that?”

Just then Baekhyun’s phone chimed. All in the room looked incredulous when he fished the device out of his pocket.

“Since when did you-” Baekhyun simply brought his long pointer finger to his lips and shushed him.

“She’s waiting for me”

***

“A disaster” Mother superior exclaimed as she threw her arms, looking at the flooded basement. “We cannot go to the retreat and leave until the problem is fixed. The humidity can damage the foundations of the monastery. “I’ll stay and figure it out”

The sisters all let out frustrated sighs.

“You should go Mother” you step in. “The sisters need you at the retreat as well as the faithful… I’ll stay and get things in order”

As much as you wanted to go. Someone needed to stay, that much was undeniable and the wisdom of the Mother Superior was needed at Lourdes. So it wasn't without a little sting at the heart that you waved goodbye to a bus full of your friends, your sisters.

You went back in and sighed at the mess. The ancient timber beams were slowly soaking up the stagnant water, the old stones of the walls were being eroded and the humidity was not good news for the cheeses and yogurts you were making, not even mentioning the ruined mushrooms you were about to harvest before the disaster. Of course the boiler was old and rustic but Mother Superior always made sure it was checked annually and repaired when it was needed before any damage could be done. But even the most diligent mesures sometimes can’t avoid the hazards of life.

You went back up and searched for a plumber in the local newspaper. Luckily there was an ad for one that was living in town.

Byun, plumbing/heating engineering at your service, the flashy ad read.

You looked at the time, it was late afternoon, probably a little too late to take up a new job, but you figure there was still hope he could at least pick up the phone and maybe fix a day for him to come have a look at the leak. You wasted no time and dialed the phone number.

As the tone rang you suddenly got nervous. Ever since you joined the convent you didn’t interact much with the outside world except the followers coming to church or the people you were helping. So this upcoming conversation was making you agitated.

“Hello, Byun, plumber and heating engineer, how can I help you?” You are surprised by the voice at the end of the line. You never expected such a smooth, melodic voice to pick up the phone.

“H-Hi! I’m sister y/n from the Monastery of the Sacred Mission, our basement flooded, we think the boiler possibly needs to be replaced. Is it possible for you to come take a look?”

“Oh! Sorry to hear that. I’m guessing much damage has been done…” his concerned tone somewhat eased your nerves.

“Unfortunately yes”

“I see… I can come right now”

“Really?” you blinked your eyes twice in surprise. “Well that would be marvelous” you say cheerfully “but wouldn’t you be working past hours?” you ask concerned.

“It’s okay. You help others so much. Now it’s my time to help you” his tone changed, a subtle switch you can’t put into words but it’s sending a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you”

***

“Thank you so much for coming this quickly” you thanked the man as he stood in the impressive frame of the heavy convent door.

You took a step aside to let him in but he just stands before the front steps not moving an inch. You throw him a puzzled look but he just stares back blankly at you. There’s a moment of hesitation.

“Please come in” you hesitantly say while amicably smiling at the man.

“Thank you” he simply responds.

As soon as he steps foot in the door frame you feel a cold breeze run on your neck under the habit and shivers run down your spine. It’s true that fall is well advanced now but such cold winds are usually never felt before winter. But you make little of a simple gust of wind.

“Hi. I’m sister y/n. Nice to meet you” you stick your hand out to him. He looks down at it and fumbles with the tool boxes but he just politely nods back at you.

“Sorry, my hands are kinda dirty” he laughs nervously “and the name is Baekhyun” he flashes the brightest smile you have ever seen. For a second your heart skips a beat and a foreign feeling blossoms in your chest. You never expected this unknown plumber to be this handsome.

He had shiny chestnut brown hair resting on his head and just as healthy round, fluffy cheeks. A defined jawline, high cheek bones and on his glossy skin were scattered here and there some discreet moles.

His body was cladded in an unbuttoned navy blue overall that let peak out a simple white t-shirt underneath. You could tell the outfit had undergone various difficult jobs as the fabric was thinned out at his knees and had various stains of paints and plaster.

He looked like a kind man. Like the kind of person you would give communion to without confession. The kind of person that just has a good heart. It was that kind of reassuring and warm aura that you felt from him. Something that puts you at ease right away.

You led him to the faulty boiler.

Right away he got on one knee and started to inspect the recalcitrant piece of machinery.

“Well I’ll leave you to work on your own” you said as you retreated to take your leave. Baekhyun only politely nodded and smiled in your direction before turning his attention back to the problem.

While the plumber was working you put your time to good use and organized the paperwork of the Mother superior. Doing such work was always tedious for her because she wasn’t exactly the organized kind of woman but you were and you knew doing that you would be of great help to her but also the rest of the convent. Since the task was quite large, it took quite a long time and it’s only when your stomach emitted a loud grumble that you realised the evening was well advanced.

You figured Mr Byun was hungry or at the very least thirsty after working for so long. So you grabbed a metal tray and brought him a set of the specialty sugar cookies the convent was selling and a generous serving of cold water embellished with a dash of freshly squeezed lemon juice to make sure Mr Byun’s thirst would be well quenched.

When you passed the archway that was leading to the boiler room your heart nearly stopped beating when your eyes met the working plumber.

Swiftly you spinned on your feet and hid yourself behind the wall, only peeking an eye out the corner to still be able to witness the novel scene taking place in front of you.

Baekhyun had tightened the sleeves of his blue overalls around his waist and was wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Clearly the labor was not restful because even of you couldn't tell if it was from sweat or from the leaking water of the boiler his white t shirt was wet and sticking to his skin, making the fabric lightly translucid, you could guess the pink colour of his nipples and the outline of his well built body underneath. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up and were tightly hugging his congested arms while his long fingers were wrapped around a wrench as each twist of his wrist was making the veins of his forearm bulge out.

You loudly gulped down a lump in your throat. Your hands tightly held onto the tray in the fear of letting it fall to your feet.

But your misery was far from over because before you could realize it Baekhyun was pulling on his shirt and passing it over his head. Every muscle of his broad back moving around, contracting and relaxing in a beautiful dance, shining under the golden hour sun seeping through the small single window of the basement. Water and sweat was running down his back and at his flanks, when he turned around, your eyes dashed around his naked upper body. You couldn’t decide where to settle them. His collarbones, his pecs, his abs, the dent at the sides of his abdomen, his (very) low resting overalls…

Your heart was about to give out. You had seen male bodies before, never in real life that was true but you did once or twice on TV or on billboard ads of men’s underwear.

But, never, you felt that. That feeling. This tingly feeling building up in the low pit of your stomach, making your guts stir around, making your palms sweaty, making your heart helplessly hammer against your ribs, making your eyes widen as you couldn’t peel them off the naked wet skin of the handsome stranger. This feeling of immoral interest for another person’s body, this longing for somebody else's touch.

This feeling of Lust.

It was completely foreign to you.

If it wasn’t for Baekhyun you would have chugged the whole carafe of lemony water by yourself because you never felt your throat as dry as it felt right now.

“Look! Look!” Junmyeon shouted, staring at you through the green smoke. “Y/n is giving in”

“Look at the way she’s staring at him!” Kyungsoo said as he was shoving a chicken wing in his mouth.

“Wow” Yixing added “She definitely isn’t thinking about church appropriate things”. Yixing laughed but Chanyeol scoffed.

“If she likes him, wait till I show my human form. I’m infinitely more good looking than him”

“Not everything's about you Chanyeol” Junmyeon scolded him.

With trembling hands you settled the metal tray onto the window sill. You poured a glass of water and presented it to Baekhyun.

“Here” you unexpectedly manage to keep your voice calm and steady. “I figured you might be thirsty or hungry.”

“Oh thanks” he said, wrapping his hand around the glass, carefully avoiding touching your hand in the process, probably trying not to get sweat and dirt smeared on you. “I just got done actually”

“Oh wonderful” you exclaimed, maybe a little louder than expected. Maybe eager to get rid of that immoral feeling that was awakened by his presence. Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow and gave you a puzzled look at the unexpected outburst of joy.

“Why? Are you impatient to throw me out?” he smirked as he took a step closer. You did your best to lock your eyes with his, not to let them wander down his still half naked body. Baekhyun made no effort to cover himself. Your heart seemed to be trying to break through your rib cage to get a chance to beat closer to Baekhyun’s chest.

“No it’s just that…” you took a step back “you have been working for so long you must be wanting to go back to the comfort of your home” you quickly get back on your feet.

“Why?” he asks tit for tat, taking a step closer again. “No woman is waiting for me at home.”

Baekhyun hears the faintest little gasp escape your lips and he knows you are shaken. You, the unwavering nun, the faithful saint. You are considering giving in to the primal and lowly instinct of desire.

Baekhyun senses it. He sees it in the way you hurriedly lick your dry bottom lip, he sees it in the way your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes, he sees it in the way you stopped backing away from him.

You, y/n, you are giving in to pure sexual need. No love, no sentiment involved. Only desire to feel a complete stranger’s body against yours, only pure and untainted lust.

If only he could touch you. If only he could, it would be so much easier to help you gently fall into the welcoming and serene arms of corruption. But he can’t and that’s what is making the whole thing exciting to him. He has to use trickery.

But if you make the slightest step towards him, if you let your guard down and let him into your heart then he will have won and that was all that mattered. If you tilted your head and you puckered up your lips to kiss him, if you took a step towards him to press your body against his, if your lifted your hand to feel his wet, glistening skin under your fingers, if you did anything to welcome the unholy desire, if you opened yourself to lust, then touching you would have been unnecessary because Baekhyun would have won and you and God would have lost.

And victory was close. So close when he was as near to you as he could. So close when he slowly approached his face to yours. So close when your heart was pumping torrid blazing blood through your veins, so close when your mouth started to water, so close when your lips started to quiver, so close when your eyelid started to flutter but....

Again, you stepped back.

“What?!” Junmyeon shouted.

“No!!” Kyungsoo added, staring at your unsuspecting reflection in the green smoke.

Baekhyun’s shoulder dropped along with the satisfied little smirk.

“Thank you for fixing the boiler this quickly” you said, averting your eyes, finally breaking the spell he had casted on you and peeling your eyes off him.

Baekhyun had cried victory too soon. He had counted the chicken eggs before they hatched, he had put the cart before the horse. In other words… he had underestimated you.

He underestimated your will, your faith and your unwavering sense of righteousness. The other Sins had warned him though but he didn’t listen. They told him it was impossible to bend you. All of them had tried before and none succeeded so it was undeniable now that Baekhyun was just going to join them in failure.

“Don’t worry about it” he smiles at you, deceit peeking behind his shiny brown orbs.

Baekhyun has accepted defeat when you lead him back to the door of the convent. He walks away but turns around half way only to see your still body standing straight in the doorframe, perfectly incarnating your strong, unbending mind.

You only politely smile when you push with difficulty the big heavy door, finally closing it in with a loud thud.

“Fuck… I guess Baekhyun failed too...” Kyungsoo stated as he watched you close the door. But Junmyeon looked at you with a knowing grin.

“I’m not so sure…” he said as the smirk tugged further at his lips.

***

When you have finally escaped Baekhyun’s taunting eyes, you lean your back on the sturdy door, your mind is exhausted. You close your eyes to catch a breath but the only thing you can see is the working man’s godlike figure, the translucent white t-shirt cladded to his skin, the sweat dripping down his temples, the bulging veins of his forearms and the V engraved at both side of his lower stomach. And the more you think about it, the quicker your breathing gets.

You’re all alone here… Your sisters and Mother superior are all gone. What wrong can it cause if you gave in just this once? Not that much right?…. Just this once.

With big strides you walked to the kitchen and handpicked a nicely shaped carrot, almost regretting not listening to Chaeyoung and keeping that other one.

But this one was going to do the trick. It was not too thick and just long enough to help you carry out your unholy business but not too big to actually leave a mark on you and strip you of the precious veil of chastity that you managed to keep intact all of these years.

You climbed up the stairs with haste, avoiding the marble eyes of the holy figures represented in the halls only to take refuge in your bedroom.

You slipped out of your shoes and laid on your bed. You didn’t even bother taking the habit off, it wasn’t going to take long anyway, you simply pulled it up.

When you slid off the white panties you realized how soaked you were. You couldn’t believe it. Your whole life you’ve never felt this way, the feeling was overwhelming and needed to be dealt with immediately. You wiped out the forbidden vegetable and clumsily rubbed the thinner tip on yourself. The cold sensation took you aback and pulled a small gasp from your lips.

You coated the root with your juices and then you aimed it at your entrance. You slid the carrot inside, it was too thin to hurt in any way but it was well long enough. When you reached the bottom of yourself you couldn’t help but to let out a satisfied grunt at the sensation of the vegetable rubbing against your sensitive spot.

You pulled it back out and slid it back in, this time a little faster. Heat gained over your body as your eyes fluttered close and you recalled the unfairly handsome and devilishly sexy working man.

The muscles of his back, his broad shoulders, his collarbones.

“Aaah” you sigh. “Baekhyun” his name rolls off your tongue.

His chestnut brown hair, his lips getting close to yours, his warm breath fanning your face.

“Baekhyun'' you moaned, more high pitched this time as your wrist was getting more and more reckless, each time deliciously scrubbing your walls in divine and forbidden pleasure.

The way he looked at you, the way his eyes were filled with the same desire you had for him. The way they spoke volumes about the sinful things he wanted to do to you. And God... did you almost let him have his way with you.

You started to clench around the root, each time you pulled it out your walls were eagerly gripping on it, refusing to let it go, so you smashed it back in with force to grant their wish. Your walls quivered around the vegetable, a foreign and unknown euphoria was taking over you and you knew you were done for.

“I’m cumming” you whispered to yourself as you felt the tightening in your core reaching a novel level. “Baekhyun” you cried out one more time, being only a few back-and-forths away from your sweet release but you couldn’t pull it through.

Because without knowing, without realizing, completely unsuspecting, you called his name. You called his name three times. You summoned him.

Purple smoke started to erupt from the corner of the small poorly lit room by the late evening sun. With terror you wiped the vegetable out before you could finish and covered yourself with the habit you were still wearing.

From the smoke appeared slick shiny white chelsea boots resting under a pair of light blue dress pants. As the smoke got thinner you could distinguish a matching light blue blazer with a low neckline that was showing glistening soft skin underneath. And finally when the smoke was completely gone you saw his face. Baekhyun’s face.

But he looked different. His hair wasn't a warm chestnut brown anymore it was a deep burgundy red and his all aura had changed when he wasn't wearing the blue and spoted overalls. He looked expensive, confident and mighty sexy.

Your eyes grew the size of saucers when your mind finally wrapped around the information your eyes were transmitting.

“Well well…” Baekhyun steps closer to the bed while you jolt yourself to the headboard and the wall.

“What are you?” you whisper with a trembling lip, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, ready to flee if need be.

Baekhyun looks at you, puzzled for a second. Then he laughs, head tilting back. The laugh makes the hair in your nape stand. It’s unnatural, cold and fundamentally evil.

“Me?” he asks. Right then you feel your body being magically lifted from the soft mattress. You shriek again, utterly confused while Baekhyun’s magic slam you against the bare walls of the humble bedroom. The tip of your toes barely scraping the worn out wooden floor.

Baekhyun steps towards you, taking his time to look at you. He leans on your ear and whispers.

“I’m a dream come true, baby girl” his voice is deep, sultry, self-assured. Everything you’d imagine it to be.

A faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel his warm breath on your neck.

“What do you want?” Your voice, on the other hand, is the complete opposite: muted and trembling.

“Just want to finish my business with you” his face stays right where it is, nestled in the crook of your neck. Lips so close you can feel the heat radiating from them but somehow still too far, unable to touch you.

“What business?” you whimper.

“Darling.” Baekhyun clicks his tongue in disapproval. “There’s no point in fighting anymore. Stop playing dumb with me. I know you’re a smart girl.” He takes a big whiff of the scent of your shampoo. “I already won darling... that very second you decided to give in to the thought of me. That second you closed the big heavy door and thought you escaped my eyes. That second I won.” A wicked smirk pulls on his lips. His words barely made any sense in your mind.

This languish was torture, this state of expectation, of suspense. This proximity. You’d just wish it’d stop. Be it touching you for good or get away finally. Just as if he reads your mind he gets even closer. Now it's not only his lips taunting the thin skin of your neck, it's his whole body, completely conceilling yours; but still… Not touching you.

“Sure winning felt good. But you know what feels even better, Princess?” You can’t bring yourself to formulate words and only whimper in response.

“I asked you a question, Darling” he grins, relishing on your anguish, placing both his large palms at both sides of your face, trapping your frail figure between his arms and the wall.

“It’s to finally touch you”

So he finally lets himself take a deep dive into you. The plush warm lips crash onto your neck, giving wet sloppy open mouth kisses while you can’t help but tilt your head back giving him more access.

“What a good girl you are” he growls, not taking the time to part his lips from you.

His left hand goes to your chin and turns it to make you face him, without much hesitation he plants a wet kiss on your lips, your cute whimpers and gasps are the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It gets heated as Baekhyun pries your hesitant mouth open and shoves his tongue inside. His delicious taste spreads through your mouth, making your head dizzy. He tastes like the sweetest candy, like you just took a bite of the juiciest strawberry. Ripe, just in season, absolutely delicious.

You moan into his mouth and he smirks as his grip around your chin gets tighter, he lifts his knee to part your legs and his thigh rubs against your center. You can’t help but to moan louder, the unsolicited pleasurable friction making you incapable of reciprocating the kiss, your dangling feet nervously giving small kicks in the air.

Baekhyun finally parts from you, allowing you to catch your breath. But he’s far from done with you.

“I know you long for more than this baby” he whistles while his hand goes up your thigh, still clothed with the thick fabric of the habit. “I know you languish for pleasure” his blunt nails go up your arm and you realize you are still holding onto the root. He rips the carrot from your hand.

“You won’t need this anymore” he says before smashing the poor vegetable on the ground sending millions of orange pieces flying across the room, you flinch once more at the demonstration of such strength.

“Mine is much bigger than this. But don’t worry, baby, I'll make you nice and ready for me” he growls before placing both of his strong hands on the habit and just like that with astonishing facility he rips through the black gown. But not only, everything covering you is ripped in two and that also goes for your bra that falls to the ground. With the one deafening sound of the fabric ripping you find yourself completely naked in front of the demon apart from the veil on your hair and the rosary laying on your chest.

You flinch and your hands fly to cover your modesty but Baekhyun once again laughs and you feel an irrepressible force pin your wrists at each side of your face. You snivel and squirm trying your hardest to move, to hide away from the eyes of the demon.

“Fuck, Princess, you don’t get to hide anything when you look this good” he says in a breath, eyes darting all over your naked figure. From your dangling feet, then your thighs tighly pressed together, then your flushed face and to the Rosary sitting between your gorgeous breasts, swaying every time you kept trying to break away the spell pinning you against the wall.

He brings a cold hand to the side of your breast and you can't help but to moan as you feel his soft hand against you, his finger suddenly pinching your sensitive and stiff nipples. You let out a high pitched whimper.

“So sensitive” Baekhyun mocks you while he flicks the sensitive bud. Then he lifts his hand to harshly slap against the innocent lump of flesh, you jump in surprise at the sensation. But the surprise doesn’t come that much from the sudden pan but rather from the enjoyment you got out of it, the sting sending electricity to light up your core.

With another faint movement of the head Baekhyun makes you open your legs widely. You whimper and feel tears build up in the corners of your eyes when he finally lays eyes on your most private part. And you realize with dread how wet you are. Soaked. Juices streaming down to your inner thighs making them glisten under his persistent gaze.

“Fuck baby” he exhales out one heavy breath. “You got this fucking wet for me?” he says as he crouches down, inching his face dangerously close to your exposed center.

Embarrassment reaches an unbearable level and tears spill out your eyes, wetting your cheeks as you squirm, trying your best to escape Baekhyun’s spell.

“So here’s the little hole I’m going to split in two” he says as his breath brushes over your wet folds.

You squirm even harder, somehow feeling Baekhyun’s spell loosen around wrists and ankles.

But he aims his pointer finger right on your soaked bundle of nerves, earning a loud scream from you. The sudden pleasure from the perfect amount of pressure he exercises on you makes you completely immobile. Torn between the need for more of this foreign forbidden joy but also the fear and shame of letting a demon have his way with you.

“What? You’re not fighting me off anymore?” He starts to draw small circles on your bud. Your wetness makes it easy for his finger to glide across the small and stiff organ. You moan a little louder and he starts going faster.

“Does it feel good, Baby girl?” his voice goes down an octave as pleasure gets to your head, making the room spin, luckily you don’t have to stand on your legs.

Baekhyun goes even faster when you don’t reply.

“I said, does it feel good?” his tone is as harsh as his restless teasing of your nob. Hellish circles sending blazing heat to your whole body as you feel the pleasure rising in the deepest part of your core, your walls quivering on themselves.

But Baekhyun slows down at the worst moment. A wicked smirk pulls on his lips.

“Good little sluts should answer when being asked a question.”

His pace is now just fast enough to keep you at your limit, each spasm of your core, testifying of the agonizing muted pleasure he inflicts you.

“Answer!” he orders while he presses on your painfully sensitive bundle of nerves.

“YES! Yes it feels good” you burst out, panting, sweet pearling between your breasts, giving in to the pressure.

“Good girl” he says as he finally lifts his hand from your sensitive parts. You sigh in both relief of finally being let off the hook but also in frustration of the displeasing feeling of his denial.

But before you can celebrate or pester he shoves that very same finger inside you. You don’t know by what ungodly miracle he can do that but he manages to aim straight at your sensitive spot, applying divine pressure deep inside you. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you feel the will of fighting off slipping through your fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles at your reaction, he enjoys every second of your agony.

“Fuck, baby are you this hungry for my fingers? Your sluttly little cunt is gripping on it so thightly” he chuckles again while he pulls his finger back. You hate how right he is. You hate how you feel your walls clenching around him, how you feel your own body crave for him as soon as his finger slips out.

But it doesn’t last long because you feel him fit a second finger inside you, this time taking the time to gently stretch you until his blunt nails reach as deeply as they can.

You let out a moan through gritted teeth, the pleasurable sting making beads of sweat pearl at the sides in your face.

“Fuck! Your virgin little pussy just loves to be stretched like that doesn’t it?” He leans even closer to your sopping center.

Tears continue to run down your cheeks as pleasure rises again. Baekhyun picks up the pace, stretching your walls so deliciously, pumping his two fingers in and out of you, each time he pulls out he rips a moan out of you. Again you start to twitch around his fingers and he smirks down on you. Pleasure continuously rises and you make this silent prayer that he who finally takes you over the edge, over the barrier of this beautiful and forbidden land that you stayed away from all these years.

But again he comes to a stop. This time tears of pure frustration run down your cheek as you pathetically buck your hips up trying to fight against Baekhyun’s spell pinning you down the wall.

“Aww.” He cooes in a mocking tone. “Darling I’m sorry… were you about to cum?” He says while you shoot him a death glare. He chuckles at your reddened cheeks and your frowned brows.

His finger swipe across your fold pressing on the lonely bud once and you instantly drop the angered look, your eyes droop at the sensation and you can’t help but to grind against him, your modesty made so eager by his touches.

“Fuck, look at you” he slips one finger inside, pumping it very slowy in and out. You bite down on your lip. “Acting so fucking distant only a few minutes ago…” he adds a second one as you moan out in bliss. “When in fact you were craving for this… for me…” he fits a third one inside your already crowded heat. And your moans now mix with confused sobs.

This intense feeling as you screaming at the pain and pleasure blending into a dangerous cocktail.

“Fuckkk” you curse out, allowing yourself another sin you managed to avoid up until now. Which has the demon showing more teeth.

“What a good little slut taking all of my fingers so good” he says as he takes his time thoroughly stretching you out, his blunt nails pushing against your sensitive spot, while his face is closing in the distance with your intimate parts. Your eyes flutter close as the muscles in your neck give out and you let your head hang back on the wall, while you focus your sense of touch between your legs.

“Look at me” Baekhyun grunts and your eyes snap back open instantly meeting his dark ones, his irises seem to go black with perversion.

“Now I’m gonna make you cum” He announces as he picks up the pace once more, but this time it’s different. You can tell he doesn't intend to stop before it’s over. “I want you to never forget this. This feeling you’re about to experience.” His wrist takes a punishing pace as your eyes are locked with his. Pleasure sending radiating heat through your body, chest heaving up and down as you moan out loudly with your jaw hanging open. “Every time you’ll think of me I curse you to feel exactly… like… this”

Baekhyun finally wraps his mouth around your lonely and eager little clit, flicking his tongue on it as his fingers relentlessly punch your g spot, both sources of pleasure go to your head and your first orgasm finally drops over you like a wave, taking you away with its raging current.

Your cum squirts out of your body, water like liquid rushing out of you and filling Baekhyun’s mouth, drenching his neck and bare chest in the low v line of his light blue blazer. He moans, lips against yours and sending delicious vibrations into you.

You scream out as the level of pleasure rips through you, your walls clenching around Baekhyun and twitching uncontrollably as your whole body shakes, still magically pinned down to the wall.

When you finally settle down he slows down and takes his fingers out of you, wiping his mouth down with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean.

“Hmmm” he smacked his lips, seemingly to enjoy the taste you left in his mouth “It’s true… Good little sluts like you taste much better”.

Baekhyun cuts the spell and stands back up, your exhausted body drops to the floor, your weakened legs unable to support your weight.

Baekhyun has had enough of this teasing and he grows impatient. He brushes back the cum-soaked locks of burgundy red hair sticking to his forehead. The wet skin of his chest shining down at the dip of his light blue blazer. Your eyes trail down below the belt you gasp as you see the outline of what was hidden from your eyes all this time… Even still restricted by the fabric of the light blue dress pants, the thickness and the length have your heart racing again.

“I want to feel you around me. Now.” he growls in the deep voice that lifts goosebumps all over your naked skin.

Suddenly your body is magically lifted up again but this time Baekhyun throws you on the bed. The veil is barely hanging on to your hair anymore.

Baekhyun walks to you as he takes off the blazer and the rest of his clothes. You gulp down at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body standing beside you. The glistening chest made wet with his sweat and your cum, dripping down his abs even down to his crotch where you barely even dare to look.

There it is. The Absolute Sin.

Baekhyun’s long, thick, twitching, veiny, hard cock.

If you weren’t still in this daze from your first crushing orgasm you would have screamed at the monstrous thing. It’s so thick, so long you can’t even begin to imagine how this is about to fit inside you.

Baekhyun chuckles when he catches the panic swimming in your wide eyes. He thrives on this fear. And he knows exactly how it’s going to go. He can’t wait to see the very same eyes look at him in need when you will beg him to never stop fucking you. Because he broke you once and he intends to do it over and over and over again until you can longer remember anything but him.

Baekhyun dips both his knees at your sides and his body weight makes yours sink in the soft mattress while he shimmies his way up between your wide open legs.

He rubs the thick blazing hot tip on your still very sensitive bud while he stares down at the place your two bodies meet. You try not to moan by biting down on your bottom lip.

“Please” you meekly whimper. His dark eyes shoot back to yours.

“Please what?” he smirks.

“Please don’t… Do that…” you puff, as fear crushes your chest. Baekhyun chuckles again and brings his hand to very gently and softly brush his thumb on your cheeks and lips.

“Babygirl” his deep voice purrs. “You are under no spell here. You can control this tiny little body of yours. So go ahead” he taunts you as his hand goes down from your face to your sensitive nipples. “Go ahead and close your legs.”

What? No… It isn’t possible.

There’s no way he’s not the one forcing your thighs apart like this. But you give it a try anyway. When you attempt lifting your ankle it actually works. You can move. But… somehow you…. still don’t.

“Go ahead babygirl” his hand goes down again to your stomach. “Close your legs on this poor, aching, desperate….” he flicks his pointer finger on your clit “virgin little pussy”. The sweet sting makes you moan out, arching your back instinctively.

Baekhyun waits a few seconds staring down at you with amusement as you don’t move an inch. Your body keeping your legs nice and open for him against your own will.

“You know what?” he takes his hand back “Okay I won’t… if you are still this strong headed after all of this maybe you’re right. You are a pure spirit and I can admit defeat when I have lost.”

The smug look he wears completely gives him away but… you just can’t risk it. You can’t risk him leaving you like this.

“NO!” you yell, extending your hand to him as he’s already getting off the bed and on to his feet. “I...I… Ok… do it”

Baekhyun’s expression here takes a turn. The smug smile is completely wiped off his face, only dark brown serious eyes look down on your naked frame.

“Yeah?” he comes back to bed and lays over you. He brings his lips close to your ears and he seductively whispers against your neck as your eyes flutter close. “If you want it babygirl. You’ll have to properly beg for it”.

Your eyes snap open. But Baekhyun only looks dead serious.

“I-i” you start but Baekhyun lifts his hand to let it slap against your wet cunt. The whacking sound bounces off the bare walls and the stinging pain as you grunting in unsolicited pleasure.

“I said properly. I want to believe you” his voice has nothing of the playful undertone it had a few moments ago. You don’t think twice.

“Please Baekhyun. I implore you to fuck me. Please fuck and use my slutty virgin cunt as much as you’d like. Please hurt me and rip my virginity away. I want to scream and cry out your name. I want to be yours. I want to forget everything about the good girl I used to be, I want to be your whore. Forget about my soul, just take it with you back to hell.”

Silence fell as a grin played on his lips. It’s not smug or playful, it's wicked, downright evil. Suddenly his body is elevated in the air and purple smoke envelops him again. For a second you are scared that he’s actually leaving but you hear the distinctive shrill sound of the metal scraping against the wall. You look above your head and you witness with dread the crucifix above your bed being slowly turned upside down. The ominous imagery lifts goosebumps off your skin and sends a cold shiver down your spine.

Soon you see his body peek out as the smoke dissipates. It’s still him but he changed.

Huge wings are open behind his back, covered in raven back lustrous feathers, shining under the moonlight peeking from the window as a dark night is now settled. Two black horns have pierced his skin at each side of his head, pointing upwards, resembling the ones of a spanish bull. His body, somehow, looks even more defined, the muscles of his abs and arms seem to bulge out. He looks strong, menacing, and dangerous.

“You have such a way with words” he says as he floats back between your legs, his huge ass cock sitting on your stomach. “Now I'm gonna make all of this come true”. He brushes the precum soaked tip once again on your slick folds. “I never fucked a mortal in my true form before. I can’t guarantee you’ll come out if this alive”

But you’re already set on it and if you have to die then be it…

“I don’t care” you whisper as your eyebrows meet and you look back at him with need.

You brace yourself when you feel him finally push himself inside you. You can practically hear your hymen rip in two to make way for his huge cock. The puny little carrot could never compare to the size of him.

“Good little slut you are. Willing to die for a round of fun with my huge ass cock”

Sharp throbbing pain rips through your lower stomach as you frown and grunt.

“I know…” Baekhyun purrs as he leans over in your ear “I’m big” he says as he finally reaches the bottom of you, linking his hips with yours. And he pulls out a lot faster than what he came in. Your eyes roll back and you crush the pillow over your mouth to yell in it.

But when he goes back in again somehow pain has lessened and pleasure is slowly taking its place. Soon the pain as sharp as it was is no more, only a vague memory you can’t even recall as your mind is too preoccupied by the incommensurable pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel.

“Fucking whore” Baekhyun grunts as he mercilessly rams up your pussy, making it the shape of his cock. “Cheating on God feels good doesn’t it? Your whorish little cunt can’t resist this fat demon cock can it?” he growls.

You start twitching once again around him and Baekhyun instantly recognizes the familiar clench he felt earlier around his fingers.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, panting above you.

You can’t even process the words you’re hearing as your eyes roll back and your jaw falls open. But you’re brought back to your senses when Baekhyun’s big palm slaps your cheek forcefully. The burning pain takes you aback and stops your never ending ascension to pleasure. You whine a complaint and Baekhyun grabs your face into a strong grip.

“Good little whore has to ask first” he says, still deeply pounding your precious little pussy.

“Please, please, please, can I cum? Please” you mumble as his pace makes it hard to hold yourself back.

“No” he responds harshly. “Not now” he says, smirking evilly. Enjoying this anguish in your eyes as you try your best to control your body. He brings his hand and pinches hard on your swollen little clit.

“Aaaah” you scream, arching your back and pressing your head back into the soft mattress.

“You’ll cum when I’ll tell you too” he snickers down at you. And the pleasure keeps on building, frustrated tears start to wet your cheeks again.

“My God please…” you whine, as tears stream down your face and your pussy clenches around his thick cock as a desperate measure to finally let it cum. Baekhyun scofs.

“Sorry but he left you, Darling.” He starts to draw circles on your sensitive and aching bud, still maintaining the punishing pace of his cock rearranging your guts, making the rosary jump with your breasts with each powerful thrust. You cry out as it’s becoming nearly impossible to keep yourself from cumming. “He abandoned you to me” he growls, his low voice sends electricity down your core.

“Pleaseeeee” you plead once more, desperation oozes out your broken up voice and finally Baekhyun pronounces the magic words.

“Cum. Cum for me like the godless little whore that you are”

Finally you let go. You let Baekhyun’s skillful hand and monstrous, merciless cock take you down to the hellish pit of lustful sin. Pleasure takes over you and clouds your vision, everything comes to a blur as you can only concentrate on the throbbing of your cunt around Baekhyun’s thick dick. You moan out his name in pure agonizing bliss. The orgasm is even longer lasting, even stronger than the one he gave you moments ago. And you know for a fact now that there’s no going back.

The good girl that you were died. Baekhyun killed her. And you let him do without batting an eyelash. But fuck this was so good. You felt no shame, no regrets, only unholy desire for the demon’s heavenly cock.

Soon the high wears off but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care and keeps on pounding you, taking a bruising grip on your parted thighs with both his hands.

“Please” you whimper again as your poor little pussy might split in two from clenching and throbbing this much right after an earth shattering orgasm. Baekhyun chuckles in between heavy breaths.

“I just came” you cry out, turning into an over-stimulated mess.

“I don’t care” he spits, using you like a fucktoy just like he pleases. The exhausted quivering of your restless pussy starts to build up again and before you can even realize it, Baekhyun’s thick cock has you flirting with the edge of the bottomless pleasure pit again.

“Please” you whine “Please stop” you beg him, breast violently jumping all over the place with each of his brutal thrusts. But he keeps on going, growling as his eyebrows meet, handsome face contorted in pleasure, biting his lip. Big strong body pressed over yours and full black feathered wings completely concealing you, one his horns even scraping the wall with one too violent move.

“Pleasee” you whimper again. And suddenly your body is being lifted and flipped over by Baekhyun’s spell. You land on all fours, completely confused.

“Don’t you get it?” Baekhyun says as he slowly pushes himself back into your soft and warm little throbbing cunt. You moan as you gladly take him back. “You sold your soul to me. You don’t get to ask for anything anymore. So I’ll fuck you for as long as I see it fit” He says before pushing down on your face, shoving your head into a shamefully submissive potisition, your ass up in the air, ready to be destroyed by him once more.

His fat cock parts you so deliciously as lewd wet sounds ring to your ears. It is like your once virgin pussy has completely taken the shape of his monstrous dick. Every movement he makes rips a delight moan out your lips, you have no will to fight anymore. You only want him and this delectable high he makes you feel.

“Fuckkk” you cry out as he starts to go faster again, the quiver in your lower stomach making a quick return.

“You’re my thing now.’ He rips the veil of your hair and sends it flying across the room. He grabs a fisfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it maintaining your face forward but your chin still firmly planted in the mattress, asserting his dominance on your frail figure. “My toy you hear?” the sting on your scalp and his cock has you completely fucked out. Your eyes roll as heat spreads through you again, your jaw falls open and your tongue slips out. You’re fucked out dumb.

“Yeshhh” you mumble.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and this time I will fill your dirty little cunt with my cum” The obscene sound of his balls slapping against your slick folds and clit bounces off the walls.

“Yesshh pwwease” you reply as your tongue slaps against your chin with each inhuman upshot of his hips deep into you, sending strings of drool on your chin and staining the sheets.

“You know what it means? Today you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes snap back open.

“I’m gonna force a child into you. You’ll take my seed into your fertile womb and life will sprout inside you” His grip on your hair tightens and you feel him start to twitch inside you.

“You want that?”

“Yesssshhhhh!!!” you yell, you’re ready for anything if it means he let you cum again.

“Then take it. Take my cum you depraved slut” His second hand leaves your hips to grab the rosary still around your neck and pulls on it while still maintaining his grasp on your hair.

Bloodstream to your brain is stopped and you start to feel dizzy. A deliciously light headed sensation fills your head up as your pussy quivers into a third orgasm. Your hungry cunt squeezes Baekhyun’s thick length as its life depends on it, demanding every last drop of cum the demon has to offer. You clench and throbb around him in pure joyful sin as he takes you to the deepest part of this abysmal and cursed pleasure. Taking your sanity and everything that was left of the old you to the pits of hell with him.

Baekhyun’s throbbing cock gushes out thick streams of piping hot cum that stains white your walls, shooting straight up to your womb, assuredly knocking you up in the process.

You yell and moan out one last time. You are in heaven. This is pure euphoria. A kind of contentment no amount of spirituality and virtue can give you. The kind of happiness you can only experience when you let go of everything you’ve ever known to throw yourself into the arms of the most pleasurable sin of all.

Lust.

***

The next morning when you wake up at dawn with the chirping birds you feel nauseous and disoriented. You look around the room and find it immaculate. Your habit is not ripped in two, it's neatly folded along with your underwear on your bedside table. The room is clean and neat, there’s no traces of small pieces of orange carrot anywhere. And you’re wearing a comfortable full length pyjama gown.

In a flash, memories of last night come back to you. You remember the light blue suit, the black bull horns, the black wing, the defined abs, the devilishly handsome good looks, the tempting smirk and the huge thick angry cock and immense forbidden pleasure that came with it.

You sit up and look behind you hastily, the wall is perfectly smooth, no scrapes of the black horns and most of all the crucifix is perfectly normal, hanging right side up.

You spot the small, thin, intact carrot next to your pillow. Yes, you sinned but you knew if you confessed and prayed hard enough God would forgive you. Afterall she never did such a thing and it was shameful and wrong yes, but also harmless masturbation. They are greater sins, like selling your soul the Sin of Lust and bearing his child… You shook your head, chasing away the blurry memory of the nightmare, feeling a weird tingly build up in your lower stomach as you saw flashes of the evil smirks and the huge monstrous...

“It was a dream” you say out loud, sighing, hoping the sound of your own voice will prevent you from imagining more of the sinful imagery. “Just a meaningless dream” you tell yourself.

Convinced the soreness between your legs only comes from masturbating for the first time and that the nausea is nothing to worry about, that the spasm inside your belly are benign little cramps.

Baekhyun smirks in victory as he looks at you through the pierced purple smoke. He made it. He broke you beyond repair. He went, won and marked you and soon he was going to be back to take back what you have promised him: an offspring and you.

“See you soon Y/n” he chuckled.

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Survival of the Richest

In 2018, Douglas Rushkoff had a bizarre experience: he was asked to speak at a billionaires’ retreat, only to find that he had been summoned to help the plutes in attendance figure out how to plan for the end of the world:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/jul/23/tech-industry-wealth-futurism-transhumanism-singularity

The super-rich attendees at the conference were obsessed with “The Event” — civil unrest, environmental collapse, some other end-of-the-world scenario — and how to survive it: where to site their bunkers, how to command the loyalty of their mercenaries after money lost its value.

Rushkoff realized that these guys were obsessed with outrunning the end of the world that they were creating through their drive to outrun the end of the world. They were singularly uninterested in preventing the end of the world, or even in surviving it through solidarity and mutual aid. They were committed to the Thatcher Doctrine that “there is no such thing as society” — and they were willing to destroy society to prove that it was true.

Four years later, Rushkoff has turned his experience with the wealthy, the technology-addled, and the selfish-solutionist wing of Silicon Valley into a book called Survival of the Richest: Escape Fantasies of the Tech Billionaires. It’s great.

https://wwnorton.com/books/survival-of-the-richest

Rushkoff’s key insight is that the wealthiest, most powerful people in the world understand on a deep level that they way they live has a good chance of causing civilizational collapse, mass die-offs, and terminally poison the only planet in the universe known to be capable of supporting human life.

They understand this, but they’ve made a virtue of it. Our society, our lives, and our planet are viewed as the booster stage of a rocket — a disposable thruster made to get us into orbit before it is discarded. We might wipe out our planet and civilization, but they can retreat to islands. Or orbit. Or Mars. Or the metaverse.

Rushkoff is a philosopher and media theorist, and Survival is an inquiry into the origins of this bizarre and suicidal impulse, asking how psychedelics, cybernetics, and techno-liberation movements could have resulted in this bizarre embrace of the end of the world.

The book revisits the touchstones of the tech world — Burning Man, the MIT Media Lab, Wired Magazine, John Brockman’s star-studded “Edge” salons, TED talks — and shows how each contributed in its own way to “The Mindset” — the ideology of the rich preppers.

Rushkoff doesn’t condemn all of this — he’s a product of it, as am I. Rather, he’s interested in how a movement that was once filled with people who decried greed and hubris incubated a movement that lionizes both. For Rushkoff, much of the blame can be traced to the “scientism” of materialism without ethics, the idea that the universe has no moral arc and any attempt to declare a morality is sentiment or cynical manipulation.

I’m a pretty staunch materialist myself, and so some of this made for uncomfortable reading (Rushkoff is an old friend and we’re scheduled to appear on stage together later this fall to discuss this, and I’m looking forward to it). I think ideology can explain how we act, but I think it’s a mistake to view ideology as a weightless and immaterial thing. Our material circumstances are key to what we believe — and how important those beliefs are to how we live.

But ideology is important, and I agree with Rushkoff that The Mindset is an ideology, and a bad one. I think he’s right that you can trace a line from a nihilistic scientism to Jeffrey Epstein’s plan to breed a race of superhumans by buying a private island and populating it with underage girls who would bear his children.

The private island is key. The Mindset is obsessed with leaving society behind, with creating a private space where the unnecessariat can’t make demands on the moral sentiments of their betters, whether that’s an island, a space colony or a seastead. This project of “libertarian exit” is beautifully documented in Raymond Craib’s book “Adventure Capitalism”:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/14/this-way-to-the-egress/#terra-nullius

Craib and I will be discussing that book live on Sept 29 at Skylight Books in LA; I’m looking forward to bringing Rushkoff��s book into the talk:

https://blog.pmpress.org/events/raymond-craib-and-cory-docrorow-discuss-adventure-capitalism-at-skylight-books-in-los-angeles/

Rushkoff’s original essay really hit home for me. It crystallized two longstanding obsession of mine: the obsession of rich people with runaway AI and their obsession with running away from the rest of us.

The obsession with runaway AI gets a good look-in in Survival. For me, I think the best way of understanding why self-styled capitalist titans are terrified of runaway AI is that they are externalizing their dread of the “slow AIs” (hat tip to Charlie Stross) that they created in the form of limited liability companies:

https://locusmag.com/2015/07/cory-doctorow-skynet-ascendant/

You don’t have to wait for AIs to live in a world dominated by immortal, remorseless colony organisms that view us as inconvenient gut-flora and want to take over the world and turn us all into paperclips — corporations fit the bill very well. What’s more, the super-rich who nominally control these companies know better than any of us how much these artificial life forms are in charge.

The other great theme in Survival is, of course, survival — prepping. At the root of every prepper’s feverish labors is the fantasy of a civilizational collapse in which they are finally recognized as a hero. Water chemists dream of mass water-poisonings in which they — and only they — can save us all. CEOs dream of collapses that require their own bitter soup of managerialism, esoteric financial knowledge and sociopathy can steer us out of the dark ages:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/22/preppers-are-larpers/#preppers-unprepared

That’s what I was thinking of when I wrote my 2019 novella “The Masque of the Red Death,” which depicts the slow decline of a wealthy prepper and his hand-picked cohort of bunker-mates when society experiences The Event:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/14/masque-of-the-red-death/#masque

The story is basically a series of contrasts, between the world that the protagonist dreams of entering, in which the skills of a high-frequency trader turn out to be The Right Stuff for leading a plucky band out through the apocalypse; and all the things that less self-obsessed people do to actually rebuild civilization.

It’s meant to be a tonic to the kinds of stories that Rushkoff’s Mindset types repeat to themselves over and over again — imaginary stories of the lives of “cavemen” that describe the competiton (for women, food, territory, etc) that created the “human nature” that makes it inevitable that they would be so greedy and selfish.

Like all evolutionary psychology, these are just-so stories, unfalsifiably thought-experiments of how the human mind must have been shaped for the Mindset to feel so natural. Like all evo-psych, it’s ideology dressed up as science — not “evidence-based policy” so much as “policy-based evidence.” As the biologist Anne Innis Dagg put it in her stellar takedown of evo-psych, “Love of Shopping Is Not A Gene”:

https://memex.craphound.com/2009/11/04/love-of-shopping-is-not-a-gene-exposing-junk-science-and-ideology-in-darwinian-psychology/

The actual evidence for the societies and arrangements that shaped our distant ancestors lives is much gnarlier and more interesting, as documented in David Graeber and David Wengrow’s “The Dawn of Everything,” which describes the incredible variety of ways that successful civilizations organized themselves under for hundreds or even thousands of years:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/08/three-freedoms/#anti-fatalism

More than anything, Graeber and Wengrow describe how there was never a time in which there was “no such thing as society.” At every turn, we have had to live our lives with care and compromise for the lives of others. There is no escaping the need to balance your own desires and yearnings against those of others.

This was a lesson of the pandemic, of course — at a foundational, microbial level, we have a shared destiny. Our microbiology is a commons that has to be collectively managed. But that’s true on the macro level, too: without coordination and compromise, you end up with situations where your neighbors decide it’s okay to feed wild bears that then lumber into your front yard:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/12/maskholio/#maskholes

The fantasy of escape from the needs of other is a fantasy of escape from empathy — and humanity — itself.

[the-superior-stark]

Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: AU, Neighbor!Steve Rogers, Married (Y/N), Cheating, Smut, Breeding Kink, Marking, Oral (f receiving), Edging. Fingering, Choking

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As I pulled into my driveway in the pouring rain I noticed my new neighbor struggling to get his front door opened. I rolled my window down and yelled, “Hey Steve, do you need any help?” He looked up from the frustrating door lock to my car, “I think Sam has my set of keys and I have his,” he offered in explanation.

I knew of Sam seeing as how he occasionally popped by to Steve’s house and I had a few encounters with him. Steve and him had just been out together this morning, probably when the mix up happened.

“You can come in to my house for a little while and wait for Sam to bring you your house key,” I offered, with little hesitance. Steve looked unsure but willing to get out of the relentless rain. 

“If it’s no problem to you, ma’am. I would greatly appreciate it.” The soaking wet man said with a gentle smile. “No problem at all, just let me get a few things from my car.” 

Steve walked over to my car and offered to grab my few bags from the grocery store. I wanted to protest but my cheeks were growing hot and my eyes were glued to his chest and the water droplets falling off of his blonde hair in waves. 

Me and him walked up to my front door and he stood back as I unlocked the door. I could feel his presence behind me and it was slightly intimidating but nice nonetheless.

I opened the front door and said, “Excuse the mess, I haven’t exactly had time for a deep clean with work and all and my husband sure as hell doesn't clean.” He gave me a questioning glance and I felt the need to explain myself with a short, “Late work at the office and all.”

He give a curt nod and followed me as I shuffled into the kitchen. “Can I just place these on the counter.” He asked. “Yeah, sure that’s fine.” I agreed and gave him a soft smile.

I had always thought about having this man in my house but now my fantasies just made me feel awkward. I had always had some type a thought about him that I shouldn’t. I mean who wouldn't? He is literally a perfectly created science experiment. Everything about him screams perfect.

“I’ll go and fetch you some of my husband’s lounge clothes and a towel. You’ve got to be cold in those clothes.” 

I heard him thank me as I walked briskly to the bedroom I shared with my husband. I almost felt like I needed a break from the handsome man sitting in my living room. It felt as though looking at him made me feel intoxicated. Every little thing he did made my breath hitch in the back of my throat. 

I grabbed a thin white t-shirt and a pair of joggers. Both were probably too small for Steve but they were the best I could offer him at the time. My husband definitely had a smaller stature than Steve so we had no clothes around the house to accommodate a man his size.

After I grabbed his clothes out of the drawers, I crossed the hall into the bathroom and quickly grabbed a towel and made my way back into my kitchen. I found Steve standing in the same place I left him, looking mostly nervous. I assumed it was because he was in a house of a girl he barely knew.

I handed him the clothes and towel I had grabbed. “Thank you for these, (Y/N). Can you point me to your bathroom so I can change?” I nodded and pointed down the hall and said, “First door on your left. If you need an extra towel there are some under the right side of the sink. Just holler if you need anything.” He nodded and made his way to the bathroom.

The house was decently sized but still small enough that I could hear every cluttered sound coming from the bathroom. Every little noise Steve made. It almost felt comforting to have someone in the house after all this time. When I was home my husband wasn't and when he was home I was at work. Hearing somebody making noise brought me a great sense of happiness as I made busy work by putting away the few groceries.

I heard the bathroom door open and Steve come out. He walked into the kitchen with his wet clothes. I could see every muscle ripple and felt like if he took a big enough breath the shirt would rip into. There was a greek god standing in my kitchen and I looked like a deer in the headlights as I drank in his appearance.

I grabbed his previous clothes from him and dropped them into one of my plastic grocery bags and placed it on the counter. 

Any nervousness of his seemingly disappeared as he let out a sigh and said “Like what you see, doll.” I gulped and turned back around to what I was doing. “Guess that was a yes.” Steve chuckled out.

“It wasn’t a yes or a no, Steve.” I said, slight grimace in my tone as I wanted to say yes, but knew it wouldn't be right due to circumstances. “(Y/N), I know it’s a yes. You act like I can’t see the way you gawk at me when I do yard work or check the mail or leave for work. I see the way you look at me. Don’t try and hide that from me, doll.”

As he said what he had wanted to say, he had gotten increasingly closer to me. It felt like he was cornering me and the only thing I could do was stammer out incoherent words. Stumbling over everything I wanted to say.

“You look so pretty, all nervous over my words. You’re beautiful, doll.” Any regard I had over keeping my composure flew out of the window the moment I heard those words. I wanted him. A part of me had always wanted him since we moved into this neighborhood. 

I always had my eyes on him any chance I got. He was like a drug to me. I needed him, in anyway he would possibly give me.

“Okay, maybe I do find you extremely attractive but I have a husband.” I said trying to remind myself more so than him. “Baby, I see that relationship of yours. You spend no time together. If you’re home, he's not, and vice versa. Just let it happen. He has a girlfriend anyways.”

I went slack jawed at the mention of my husbands so called ‘girlfriend’. I mean I knew, it was just the fact that even Steve knew. I’m sure everyone knew the marriage was a sham if even he could see it. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I don’t think everyone knows. I just happen to be quite observant of you and your little life.” Suddenly relief washed over me but that didn’t last long. 

Steve had snaked his hand up to my face to wipe away a stray tear I didn't even know was running down my face. I guess it’s the sheer anticipation and stress this situation was giving me.

On one hand, I had once loved my husband and he loved me. Now the marriage was more viewed as a partnership. I cooked and bought groceries and he kept the bills paid with occasional help from me. We both spent our own money and rarely slept in the same house together, more or less the same bed. 

On the other hand, it had been so long since I had any attention. Physically or emotionally. My husband gave me nothing but a home to keep my things in. There was no love, passion, or connection. I longed for something like that. Something like that from one person only. That person being, Steve.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Steve questioned. “I want to know everything and more about you. But first I want to explore you.”

When he got no response from me, he took matters into his own hands, stating “If you want me to stop, say the word. I leave you alone and we can never talk about it again, but something tells me you don't want that.”

My brain had finally caught up with the situation. I was very excited for what Steve had in store for me and I believed that he would take care of my every need.

Steve backed me up against the counter and traced a finger down the side of my face gently whispering about how pretty I was. “I wanna do so many things to you, doll. You gonna let me?”

I gave him a slight whimper and nod in return, begging silently in my head for him to do something. Steve took my nod into consideration and apparently he needed more. “I need some words, baby doll. Need to hear you say it. Need you to beg me. Or I walk out that door right now.”

A part of me knew he wasn’t walking out of that door anytime soon, seeing as how it was still pouring rain and Sam had yet to even respond about bringing him his keys. All rational had left my mind though. My thoughts were swimming in my head and my arousal was making me spin. 

“Please, Steve. I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want. Just touch me. Have your way with me.” The blonde man towering over me seemed satisfied with my answer and began an assault on my lips.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I whispered against Steve’s lips. Almost scared that if I said it too loud it would all stop. “I know, darling. Me too. For so long. Since I saw you waltz up your driveway in that black sundress for the first time. You were so perfect. Perfect for me to ruin.” 

I whimpered into Steve’s mouth and he took his opportunity to slip his tongue between my parted lips. He picked me up and placed me on the counter and began to trace his lips down my neck leaving slight love bites in his wake. “I want you to wake up and see just what I’ve done to you. I want you to remember me when you look in the mirror.”

He stood back and admired his work and began to run his hands over my soft thighs. His hands seemed to be dangerously close to where I needed him most. I tried to squirm but his strong hand kept me in place. “Where are you going, (Y/N). I need you to stay still so I can do what I want. Isn’t that what you want?” 

I nodded at his question and he continued to run his hands over my thighs. admiring me. His hand ghosted over where I needed him most and I let out a sigh. “You’re so eager for me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Steve said. “I want you to touch me.”

He complied easily with my request and dipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. He rubbed his fingers over the material of my underwear, slightly teasing me. My breathing sped up rapidly as I waited for him to pull my panties to the side. 

He pulled them to the side and ran a finger through my folds. “You’re so wet already? Does he not touch you like this?” He questioned. I shook my head no in response. “You’re the only one who has touched me like this in a long time.” Steve smirked and said, “Good, keep it that way.”

He sunk a finger into my core with little resistance and used his thumb to rub soft circles over my clit. “I can take more.” I said. “You’ll take what I give you.” Steve responded. I nodded my head and let him continue his work.

He pushed a second finger in and curled them in an upwards motion. I let out a soft moan. As he continued curling his fingers, I felt myself teetering on the edge. “I’m close.” The moment those words left my lips, Steve retracted his fingers and pulled his hand out of my leggings briskly.

I let out a soft whine. “Don’t be disappointed, I’ll give you what you want soon. But I want you to cum on my face. I want to taste you.”

I took no time in shimmying out of my leggings and panties and dropped them somewhere on my kitchen floor. Steve picked me up and carried me towards the hallway. “It’s the second door on your right, if you’re looking for my bedroom.” Steve nodded and continued his path. 

When he reached my bedroom, he placed me on the bed. He pulled his shirt off and hovered over me. “I took mine off, so I feel as if it’s only fair if you do the same.” I pulled my shirt off and began to unclasp my bra. “Leave the bra, I want to take it off of you when I’m ready.”

Steve began nipping his way down my chest and stopped at my bra to tug my nipple through his teeth over my bra. I let out a soft moan and raised my hips to meet his, needing more from him. “Be patient.” 

He continued nipping and kissing his way down my body and reached right below my belly button. I thought he would tease me but instead he delved right in-between my folds. He licked up my pussy skillfully and looked up at me through his eyelashes. He raised his head and said, “You taste so sweet. Wish I could stay here all day.” He then continued by drawing light circles over my clit with his tongue. 

I was a mess underneath him and raised my hand to curl into his blonde hair. He looked up briefly and I could see my juices gleaming in his scruff. I let out the softest groan at how his face looked covered in my wetness. I wish I could see him like this every day. 

His tongue dipped into my entrance and then he quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers. Working them inside of me. My legs were starting to shake and I was getting closer to my release. “I want you to let go for me. Cum for me.” That was all it took for me to let go. It had been so long since I had an orgasm ripped from me and I was still sensitive from being edged earlier.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Love that I can make you feel so good.” Steve said as he adjusted his position to give me a kiss. He grinned his hips down into mine as the kiss got more heated and let out a soft moan at the feeling of my heat pressing against his cock.

“Can I fuck you? I wanna feel you wrapped around my cock. So tight, just for me.” Steve said and I nodded and palmed him through the pair of joggers. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you mine. Mark your walls with my cum. Nobody will ever touch you like this again. Only me.”

I felt dizzy at the idea of that and quickly tugged at his joggers. I had only just now realized that I had not given him any boxers earlier and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I pulled his joggers down and watched as he springed out of his confines. 

He pulled his joggers off the rest of the way and hovered over me with one hand near the side of my head and the other pumping his cock. He placed himself at my entrance and I nodded at him, signaling that he could begin easing in. 

He slipped past my entrance with ease and pushed the rest of the way in. Pain twisted over my features, as it had been a while since I had fucked anybody. Especially somebody of his size. He gave me a moment to adjust and soon the pain turned into an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

I nodded and he thrusted in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace. “Faster please, Stevie.” I said letting the nickname slip and begging for more. He complied and brought a hand around my neck and slammed into me at a quick and harsh place.

I felt him brush against my sweet spot and let out a loud moan. Steve noticed and angled himself where he brushed against it every time. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like that. I love the way you make me feel.” 

I moaned and gripped his cock even tighter, feeling the heat pool in my stomach. “I’m so close. Please don't stop.” I begged out to him. He did anything but stop and set a much faster pace. “I’m close to. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up so full. So good. Want you to go to sleep dripping.” I moaned out at the idea.

“C’mon baby doll, I'm so close. Just a little bit longer.” I nodded and he grunted signaling just how close he was. Steve nodded and as I felt him painting my walls with his cum it triggered my release. He helped us ride out our highs and stayed like that for a moment.

He rolled off of me and took in the moment. Giving out sweet praises to me about how good I was for him and how much he enjoyed himself. Once we both came back to reality, Steve looked over to me.

“I don't want this to be a one time thing. I want you. All of you. Anything you’ll give me. Anytime and anywhere. I love you and have for quite some time.” Steve confessed.

“I love you too, Stevie.”

[bokutoslittlebird]

🎃Halloween Special : Boku no Hero Academia🎃

Werewolf!Bakugō x reader

Author’s Note : this is more porn than plot, but it’s an excuse for me to write more omegaverse because why not 🥰 ; This is set in a fantasy world where the students don’t have Quirks, Bakugō is 18, and his family runs a bakery in town.

Warnings: Omegaverse/a/b/o, he’s a werewolf for Pete’s sake, bit of blood, biting, knotting, this is quite tame

The full moon was high in the sky, bloody red strands trickling down into the forest you were walking through. Your family had been living in the forest for as long as you could remember, a good walk away from the nearby town. It was nice, though, the walls during the daytime where the monsters of the night were hidden away.

Well, in plain sight, actually.

The monsters your family was warned about and the town feared were regular people like you when the sun was in the sky. You were a helper at the bakery in town, often aiding the Bakugō family with their selection of the day. Katsuki was rude to you, always growling and snapping at you. His mother tried to make him stop, but you never minded. He was just a young boy, after all. You didn’t know it was more than that.

It was Hallowe’en, the night where all the monsters would transform and come into the night. Every Hallowe’en, the red moon would rise high in the sky and monsters would emerge from the shadows, according the legend. A full moon was rare, hasn’t fallen in the same day as Hallowe’en since your grandparents were small, but it happens this year. The full red moon above you made the forest creepy, but you felt safe. Especially when the town came into view, the bakery outside light was still on.

Katsuki had told you to meet him that evening, that he needed your help with something. You had been hesitant, but he said it was for his family. The Bakugō’s were so kind to you, you immediately agreed to help him when he said that. Lighting rapping on the door, you heard a growl from inside.

Jumping back, you got ready to run, afraid a wolf had gotten into the bakery. It was dark inside, but the light from outside illuminated blond spiky hair. It was just Katsuki, you sigh as that realization settles in. You opened the door, noticing how empty and dark everything was. The air was tense, heavy growls and pants coming from further inside the bakery. “Katsuki? Is that you?” You crept towards the sound, then moving further away with each step. The Bakugō family has gone on a trip to another town, leaving Katsuki and you to run the bakery, so it was just Katsuki in the bakery.

Following the footsteps and pants and him, you finally found yourself in Katsuki’s room. It was up the stairs, at the end of the hallway. There was a single candle on, illuminating the room just enough to know where it was. Entering, you first noticed the large pile of clothing. It had some of Katsuki’s clothes, the cloak you wore the other day and left at the bakery, as well as the mattress and pillows of Katsuki’s bed. You had entered his room before, waking him up when Mitsuki couldn’t. The room was heavy with a musky scent, it made you cover your nose as your eyes scan the room for Katsuki. He seemed to be gone, the growls, pants, and heavy footsteps ceding.

The door slammed behind you, you spinning to see Katsuki’s red eyes boring into you. You take a step back, your heel hitting the mattress on the floor. Your eyes notice the ears in the top of his head first, twitching and focusing on your movements. The next thing is the tail swishing behind him, flicking as if he was irritated. He lets out another growl, startling you.

“Took ya long enough, thought I’d have to go hunting for you,” his low was low, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t go much of anywhere, the corner of the room and Katsuki’s nest behind you. You really didn’t have a choice, with Katsuki’s eyes watching every movement you made, listening to your erratic heartbeat, smelling your fear. It made his instincts run wild, having you in his room and all for him.

His parents left to deal with their upcoming problems away from him, together. He was left at home to deal with himself, but why would he? Why would he force himself to spend his rut all alone when your untouched virgin body will be satisfying enough? You smelt delicious, always filling the bakery with your sweet scent, invading his senses whenever he gave you small bouts of praise. Even now, under that fear stench, you had that sweet smell wafting from your body. It made his mouth water as he feels his pants gets tighter as he comes to the conclusion he doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Your legs get ready to run when Katsuki pounces on you, pushing you to the soft materials as his nose buries itself in your neck, him inhaling deeply. You feel his tongue swipe over your neck, making you whimper as you feel your arousal seeping from your folds. He smells it, too, growling as he grabs your hair, pulling your head back as he smashed his lips into yours. It’s more teeth and nibbling than kissing, but you’re too focused on the claws digging into your scalp. His presence is heavy, dominating all of your senses as he continues to bite and lick your throat, covering the skin in marks and laying claim to you.

He’s straining in his pants, the cotton material hardly able to hide how his erection grows. Katsuki has always acted like he acts on his instincts, but now he really has to. His instincts tell him to breed you, to claim you before anyone else can. After all, there are more monsters ready to claim a mate on this night. It’s his first rut since he turned 18, the urge to bury himself into your tight cunt overwhelming and the resistance of letting himself go feral burning in his veins.

“Tell me how you feel,” he grunts out, his nose still buried in your neck. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily, not with you lying amongst his little nest. Normally, he’d have you make a nest, but this was a spur of the moment decision. “About me. What do you think?” If you thought him a monster, it would break him. If you didn’t mind him... he’d claim you as his permanently. His teeth ached as that thought crosses his mind, already ready to sink his teeth into your supple flesh.

“I.. I don’t know, Katsuki,” you really didn’t know what he meant. About him being a werewolf or did you harbor feelings for him? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel any attraction to him, making quick retorts and flirting with him whenever you two were alone together. “I guess I like you. You’re not.. going to eat me, are you?”

“Not the way you’re thinking of, sweetheart,” he smirks, his hands getting to work on removing your clothes. Your red cloak was thrown off and behind your head, your shoes thrown behind him as he flipped up your dress and stuck his face underneath it.

“Oh! ‘Suki!” Your thighs clench as he gives a swift bite to your clit through your panties. They’re soaked, quickly dealt with when Katsuki hooks his fingers in the sides and peppers your thigh with sweet kisses as he slides them off. He sticks his face back under the skirt, keeping your legs open with his hands as he indulges on your arousal. You’re just as sweet as he thought you’d be, your juices dripping from your folds as he licks up the excess. He growls as he sucks on your clit, sticking a finger into your count as you mewl at the sensation. The burning feeling in your abdomen gets worse until his finger rubs against your walls, mixed with the flicking of his tongue against your clit, bringing you to release. Your back arches, a hand going into Katsuki’s soft hair and tugging as you crash from your high, the other hands bunching up some fabric beside you.

Katsuki removes himself from your legs, licking his lips and his finger, an obscene popping noise following. “So fucking good,” you don’t know if it’s because he’s changed or because he’s ridden with desire, but his voice is low and deeper than before, making more slick gather on your folds as you clench around nothing. “Fucking divine,” he growls out again, his lips locking with yours as his hands ran over your body, over the dress. He pulls the top of your dress down, your breasts popping from the low collar. His eyes lid even more as they lay on display for him. Wasting no time, he pinches a nipple between his fingers as you scream, the noise a sound of pleasure rather than pain. He smirks, adjusting himself so that he’s on his heels between your legs. “Roll over,”

What are you, a dog? You raise an eyebrow at him, but he continues to smirk as he gestures his finger in a rolling motion. You obey, flipping onto your stomach. A yelp erupts from your throat when his nails dig into your hips, pulling you flush against him. You moan when you feel his bulge in his pants. A soft pop of a button and a thud on the floor is the only noise you get of him undressing. Your head was against the mattress, eyes glancing down to see his cock and how red it was, a knot at the base of it that was the size of a small ball. Your eyes widen when you notice it, wondering how it will fit inside you.

Katsuki lines himself up, collecting your slick on his tip and spreading his precum along your folds. He pushes his tip inside you, hearing you mewl in pleasure egging him on. He continues to sink into you, his knot flush against your folds as your legs quake, not used to having something inside of you. You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, so you’re squirming and mewling as he gently thrusts into you.

It’s taking every urge in his body to not shove your face into the mattress and pound away at your tight cunt. His cock is twitching inside of you, begging to fill you up, to breed you properly like a bitch. But he won’t. He wants you to be comfortable before he marks you as his completely.

Your hips roll as he just stills inside of you. The pleasure is overwhelming, you feeling another orgasm building up as he just sits his cock deep inside of you. Once your whine hits his ears, he pulls out, snapping his hips to collide with your ass as he buries himself deep inside. Your hands clench at the cloak in front of you, your eyes widening as he continues to pound into your tight hole. His grunts fill your ears as your mouth hangs open, moans and mewls freely spilling past your lips as drool dribbles out and onto the fabric.

The pleasure is overwhelming, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard, squeezing around him as he continues to pound into you, your ass jiggling every time his hips collide with it. His thrusts don’t cease, him going faster than before as you continue to ride out your orgasm while he thrusts into you. Once your high has finished and another starts building, he flips you over. Quickly disconnecting himself from you and inserting himself back in, he pushes your knees up to your shoulders and puts his weight onto you. Starting to pump into you again, your mewls raise a pitch as he hits deeper and harder than before, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.

Katsuki has lost all reason at this point, fucking you hard and fast as your nails dig into his back, dragging down as you scream from the pleasure of him getting you to another orgasm. He growls as his thrusts turn sloppy, his own release coming up on him. Your eyes are glazed over, everything blurry as you look up at Katsuki, his eyes alternating between watching your face and looking down to where you’re both connected. Your mewls spur him into his release, pushing past your walls and locking you two together with his knot. Among the pain from your cunt, your shoulder hurts as his sharp canines sink into your effectively drawing blood. It’s so much pain and pleasure mingling together, his thick ropes of cum filling you up as you clench down on him for the last time of the night, milking every drop out of his cock.

Tomorrow, you can worry about where your relationship stands and what the hell just happened, but you’re too warm and full to care. Closing your eyes, you immediately drift off into dreamland, dreaming of wolves and a girl with a red cloak.

[deans-baby-momma]

Once In A Lifetime

A/N: Well guys. I guess you can say I fell down a rabbit hole....DEEP down a rabbit hole. And I’m going to blame Walker. LOL I’ve always been a Jensen/Dean girl with Jared/Sam curiosity and after a dream I had a few nights ago, THIS happened.  Now the dream was only the first part of this story, meeting them in a restaurant but them, while writing it took on a life of it’s own and I am not sorry in the least. 

Summary: During your shift as a waitress as a restaurant in Austin, you are surprised to find two of your favorite celebrities in your section. How will that encounter cause you to have a once in a lifetime experience? 

W/C: 11,138 words ( I’m not the least bit sorry)

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: ogling, fantasies, smut, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), fisting, anal play, cum play, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, squirting, daddy kink, mama kink

"Holy shit," I exclaim before clapping my palm over my mouth as there were three adorable children in the vicinity. "Sorry. My name is Y/N and I'll be your server today," I say as I try to calm down. Jared and Genevieve Padalecki were seated in my zone at Y/E/E. "Can I interest you in some appetizers or some coloring pages and crayons for the kids?"

I can't help but glance around at the five of them. They two boys sporting the longer locks like their dad and the little girl, all dolled up with her light brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. They were three of the six most adorable kids in the world; the other three being the Ackles kids but I had yet to see them in person, only on the computer.  

“We will take some buffalo cauliflower bites and some mozzarella cheese sticks with marinara,” the loveliest voice I’d ever heard spoke. I look toward Genevieve to see her smiling at me, her brown eyes sparkling. 

“And-” I pause to swallow. “-for drinks?”

“Whatever is on tap for Jared, I’ll take a sweet tea with lemon and the kids will have Sprite,” she tells me, the smile on her face unmoving. ‘God she’s gorgeous,’ I think to myself as I write down the orders. ‘Jared is one lucky son of a bitch.’

I grin as I tell them I will be right back with their drinks and head toward the server area. I throw my pad down on the counter and lean against it, my palms flat against the granite. How the fuck am I going to get through serving them? I have had a crush on Genevieve since I watched Wildfire a few years ago. And then when I caught an episode of Supernatural and got a glimpse of Jared, I was in lust, for both of them. 

And now I had to cater to and serve them while being professional and less of a crazy fan. Yea that isn’t going to happen. I know myself too well. I’m going to do or say something that will absolutely humiliate myself in front of the two celebrities I have adored for years. 

Thanks to some tactical breathing exercises while waiting on their food and an internal pep talk, I got through serving the Padalecki family and when they asked for the bill I was a bit saddened that their visit was coming to an end. I knew I’d probably never see them again.

As I printed out their receipt I lamented the fact that the one time I met anyone famous it was at work and I couldn’t ask for an autograph or photo with them. I smiled as I gave them the sales slip and walked away. 

From my post behind the server’s desk I watched as the five of them got up and walked toward the door. Genevieve looked my way and smiled and waved as they left. I returned the gesture and giggled. 

After making sure the coast was clear, I approached their table to collect the payment and take it to the register. What I wasn’t expecting with the cash, was a handwritten note with a phone number on it. 

‘Y/N your service was magnificent. Here’s a little tip for you and a bigger one awaits, if you are interested. (xxx)xxx-xxxx. ~Gen’

Did she really expect me to call her? Was this even her real number? What kind of tip is she referring to anyway? I look at the money in my hand to see that they have paid almost $50 more than their bill! What bigger tip than that could it be?!

I waited until my shift was over and I was in the comfort of my own vehicle before I pulled the piece of paper with the number out of my apron.

Opening the text app with shaky fingers, I typed out the response I had thought of all evening.

Hey. Is this Genevieve Padalecki? It's Y/N from Y/E/E. I was your waitress earlier. 

Almost immediately my phone pings and I see that whomever I texted had responded.

Hey Y/N. Yes, it's me. Glad to see you found my note.

Yea, I did. What I can't figure out is why you left it. Did I do something wrong?

Oh sweetie no! You were the perfect hostess. Sweet, friendly, easy on the eyes ;)

Whoa, was this married woman flirting with me? This famous married woman who had an attractive, sexy, famous as well husband. 

Uh, thanks. 

You caught not only my eye but Jare's as well. We'd like to get to know you better.  Have you already gotten off? From work, I mean. Ha!

Ok, if that isn't flirting then I don't know what is. That was definitely an innuendo, right?

Yes. I'm sitting in my car.

Wanna come over? The kids are in bed. Us adults can talk without interruptions. 

Uh, okay. I'm gonna kinda need your address. I might be a fan but I'm not that kind of fan.

Gen sends me her address, along with the code to get into the gate. I realize they live in the gated community about 45 minutes away. 

I look in the rearview and notice my hair is frizzy and half of it has fallen out of the ponytail it was in. I really didn't want to show up on their doorstep looking like a charity case but then again was I going to pass up the opportunity to get to know two of my favorite celebrities?

If you aren't interested we completely understand.

Gen's message breaks me out of my reverie and I look at it, deciding what the hell.

On my way now. 

We can't wait to see you again Y/N!

I place my phone in the cupholder and start the car up, still in shock that I'm headed to the personal home of Jared and Genevieve Padalecki. 

What universe am I in?!

I get to their house and Genevieve meets me at the door.

"Hey Y/N," she greets me with a smile. "Did you have any trouble getting in the gate?"

"No, it opened right up as soon as I punched in the code." 

Gen is dressed down for the evening. Well, as dressed down as I'm sure famous rich people can  be. She is wearing velour sweat shorts, probably some name brand designer and her t-shirt has the Family Business Brewery logo and name printed on it. 

And here I look like a slob who can't care for herself. I so do not belong here.

"Come on in," Genevieve continues as she opens the door wide. "Jared is in the kitchen making us ladies some drinks."

"Uh, I don't know. I mean, I still have to drive home later."

"Or you could stay," she says as she takes my hand and stands right in front of me. Genevieve is just a couple inches taller than I am so we are practically face to face. 

"Oh."

That's all I can say. It is glaringly obvious now what this visit is. And if I said I wasn't down for it I'd be lying!

Gen smiles as she takes her free hand and reaches behind me, pulling the tie from my hair. I feel the weight of it fall to my shoulders. 

"That's better," she says then turns and pulls me further into the house.

We get to the kitchen and Jared is standing there, dressed down also in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. I can't stop myself as my eyes run down the length of his body.

The t-shirt doesn't do much to hide the breath of his shoulders or the bulk of his pecs,  the arms of the fabric stretched tight over his biceps. As my eyes wander lower, I realize that all the rumors I'd heard about the heft and length of his 'conda were not exaggerated as I can definitely see the outline of it behind the silky material of his shorts.  But what really draws my attention is the definition of his calf muscles; even relaxed they distend from his legs, the skin taut over them.

"Hey. You made it," his voice brings my attention back to his face. "I'm Jared."

"I know," I say sincerely, internally wincing at how nervous I sound. I smile to hide the uneasiness.

"Yea, I kinda figured that out at Y/E/E by your reaction," he chuckles as he hands a glass to his wife.  "Gen wanted a margarita but we have some craft beer in the fridge if that is more your taste. It's really good. Our friends, Jensen and Dee, own a brewery."

"Family Business," I state with a nod. "I've wanted to go check it out but haven't had a chance,  yet."

"Well, maybe we can get you a private tour sometime," he tells me with a wink. "Now, name your poison."

I settle for a Cosmic Cowboy, Jared grabs a Grackle for himself and the three of us make our way to the living room.

Their house is magnificent. There are logs, de-barked, as beams across the ceiling and even the staircase is made of the same type of wood. I'd seen it in a family picture on the internet but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be inside this home to appreciate the beauty of it.

The Padalecki's and I talk for what seems like hours. We all seem to have so much in common. Eventually I had traded the beer for one of Jared's famous margaritas,  thanks to Gen's suggestion and before I knew it I was on my third one and not feeling any pain.

A smile was glued to my face and I couldn't stop giggling. I was drinking with Jared and Genevieve Padalecki! Who would have ever thought that.

Jared takes the almost empty glass from my hand and laughs at the pout I give him.

"Ok lush," he says with his own deep giggle. "If you get too drunk we can't talk about what we invited you here for."

In my inebriated state, I say words I never in a million years thought I would ever utter. "You want to fuck me."

Jared looks surprised and glances at Genevieve, which causes me to look at her as I realize what I just said.

Can you go from intoxicated to sober in less than 5 seconds? Because I just did!

"Oh my god!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry. I have no filter when I've been drinking."

I start to fidget and prepare to be thrown out of their house. I am taken aback when Gen smiles and says, "Yes we do."

There is a trail of clothing from the top of the staircase down the hall to where we are now. My body is being held up against the wall as Jared devours my mouth, Gen's lips on my neck and shoulder.

"You are so fucking sexy," she whispers and I whimper into her husband's mouth. "You caught my eye as soon as we walked into Y/E/E this evening. I knew I wanted you and Jared agreed."

"Let's take this into the bedroom," Jared murmurs against my lips and hoists me up by the back of my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

He carries me into the room with Genevieve following closely behind. He lays me back on the bed and hovers over me, his body pressed tightly to mine. I can feel his erection digging into my lower stomach.

"Jared," Gen calls in a sultry, seductive voice. "Share."

Jared pushes up off of me and Gen steps between my open knees. "Let's get these panties off of you," she says and I notice that she has already removed hers plus her bra and is standing at the edge of the bed in all her naked glory.

To say Genevieve Padalecki was beautiful would be an understatement but her nude? Well it just amped up the sexiness by a bajillion. She has no hair on her pussy, shaved (or waxed) clean. Her tits are perfect handfuls with pretty little rosy pink nipples that are erect and hardened. 

She has pulled her soft brown hair up into a makeshift bun and I watch as she reaches forward, her dainty fingers curling into the hem of my plain panties. Thank god I took the time before work to landscape!

She gasps as my equally shaven cunt is exposed as she pulls the garment down my legs and off my feet. 

"Such a pretty little pussy huh Jared?"

Jared comes back into my line of vision and he smiles at me before his eyes trail down to look at my bare body.

"So pretty," he says breathlessly as his hands come up and around his wife, his big hands covering her tits. "Bet it tastes so good. You gonna let Gen eat you out Y/N? Let her taste that sweet box."

I nod and he tsks. "Words Y/N. Use your words little kitten."

I swallow audibly and speak. "Yes. I want Gen to eat my pussy."

Gen smiles as she turns her head and kisses Jared passionately. After a few seconds though he pulls away, and pushes her closer to me. "Get to licking, baby while I open you up."

Gen bends down and I feel her hands on the inside of my thighs close to my center. The first touch of her tongue against my folds has me moaning like a porn star. She doesn't even breach my slit, just licks up the middle and then sucks on my outer lips.  

She moans and I look to see Jared has disappeared, on his knees behind her eating her out as she does the same to me. I can already feel the coil deep inside constricting. This is the most erotic sexual experience I have ever or will ever have!

When Gen does finally lick me open,  she immediately wraps her lips around my clit suckling and flicking the tip with her soft tongue. I feel a finger stroking around my entrance before it enters me. 

"Mmmmm," Gen moans and I open my eyes that I didn't even realize were closed. Jared is back in my line of sight, looking down as he notches his cock at her entrance.

He then places his hands on her hips and drives himself forward, burying inside his wife. Gen moans against my skin and I feel that coil tightening. I don't want to cum just yet so I brace against it, holding my release back.

With Jared's deep hard thrusts Gen's body bounces forward pushing her face closer into my pussy. She trades her finger inside me with her tongue and her thumb is rubbing circles around my clit as she licks my fluttering walls. 

My orgasm is bearing down and I'm beginning to fear I won't be able to hold it back.  

Jared is grunting and groaning behind her,  his eyes fixate on his wife's task of fingering me and licking my clit and labia. 

There is so much pressure between my legs I have to bite my lip to contain the scream that is begging to be released.

"Holy fuck!" Gen exclaims, pulling my attention to her. "Look babe. I have my whole hand inside her."

Jared's eyes travel to the spot and they widen as they take in the view. "Fuck! That is so goddamned hot."

Gen begins a soft thrust with her arm, twisting her wrist and letting her fingers hit my sweet spot. I see stars as I yell out. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Go on Y/N. Cum all over Gen. She wants it."

I let go and the pressure lessens as I feel my walls constrict and liquid squirts out around Gen's hand.

"God that was hot!" They both exclaim simultaneously and laugh.  Gen bends down and begins licking and suckling at my cunt as Jared continues his hard pace.

He slaps her ass twice and then stills,  groaning as I'm sure he is shooting his load inside her. Gen places her forehead on my inner thigh, catching her breath as Jared pulls out and looks down with a smile. 

"Baby you are leaking so much cum it's dripping on the floor."

When Gen moves out of the way, I get my first look at Jared's massive dick. And when I say massive,  I mean massive.  Not only is it ginormous in length but the girth is unbelievable.  How does he keep something that size hidden so well?

His hand is around the still-hard member and he looks at me as he fists up and down. "You ready?"

"Yes," I tell him confidently although inside I am not.

Gen has left the room, gone into their ensuite to clean up I'm sure. "Should we wait?" I ask hesitantly. 

"Nah, she knows I plan to fuck your brains out. She'll rejoin shortly."

“Okay,” I say with a nod and watch as Jared climbs onto the bed, walking on his knees to place himself between my legs. He is still fisting his cock, the mixture of his and his wife’s release lubricating the movement. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks tentatively and I look up at him. He has one palm on the mattress beside my head and is hovering over me, but not touching.

I nod and then with a quirk of his eyebrow I remember his request, to use words. “Yes. Please kiss me Jared.”

Jared leans down and brushes his lips against mine softly but firmly. When his tongue touches the seam of my mouth, I open for him allowing him to lick into me. The kiss quickly becomes deeper, more passionate. My hands automatically reach up and my fingers entwine in the long locks on his head, pulling him closer.

Losing his balance, Jared falls on top of me, his hand that was holding him up, cupping the side of my face as we both get lost in the kiss. I can feel his moist, damp dick on my stomach and it causes me to writhe. God, I so desperately want that monster inside me!

The bed dips with Gen’s return and her hands run over the part of my skin that is visible under Jared’s large form. 

“You two look so fucking hot together,” she whispers as she kisses along my neck. “Y/N, you going to let Jared fuck you? Feel that big dick of his filling up that perfect little pussy?”

I can’t answer her because Jared is still kissing me senseless so I whimper and dig my fingers into his scalp. Her words are music to my ears, the assurance and suggestion  of what all he is planning to do to me all the encouragement I need. She is okay with me fucking Jared; she is actually urging it. I pull away, opening my eyes to see his hazel ones, lidded and filled with lust. 

“Fuck me Jared,” I say and he smiles as he lifts himself and grabs his dick, notching it at my entrance. 

“Ready baby?”

I nod and smile before saying, “More than ready.”

The stretch of my walls around his dick is a pleasured pain. It feels so good as he keeps sliding deeper in until it feels as if his tip is going to puncture through my cervix. I look down between us to see that he is to the root inside me and it makes me wetter, if that’s even possible. 

Gen pinches my chin between her thumb and fingers and turns my head to look at her. “Y/N, Jared is going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. 

Gen claims my lips with her own as Jared slowly and torturously pulls out until just the head of his dick is inside me. I feel his hands grip my hips and then he plunges into me in one swift movement. I can’t help but cry into her mouth as he sits the same fast hard pace as he had with her, his dick stretching my pussy and digging in deep.

I pull away from Gen’s mouth to yell. “HOLY SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”

“Yea, you like that don’t ya?” Jared pants as he keeps thrusting into my willing body. “You like being impaled on my big dick huh?”

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

Gen reaches between us and uses her fingertip to rub circles on my clit, making that coil deep inside me tighten. I am going to be cumming any minute now, I know it. I can’t hold it back even if I tried.

“You going to let Jared fill you up. Pump you full of his cum until you’re leaking like I was? Yea, you are, aren’t you? You want to feel him throbbing and shooting his load into your womb.”

Her words make my eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream as I feel my climax bearing down. Without any more prompting from either of them, I once again feel that pressure from earlier and before I know it I am squirting out around Jared’s dick, my release splashing against his thighs.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as he ramps up his efforts and suddenly I feel the warmth of his cum and the throb of his length as he empties inside me, his grunts and groans barely heard over the blood pumping through my ears. 

Jared claims my mouth again, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as it softens. 

I just fucked this man while his wife watched, after having her way with me. Whose life is this?!

My eyes slowly open as I come to consciousness. I am hot, sweaty and uncomfortable and the need to pee is overwhelming. I go to roll over but am met with resistance, from both behind and in front of me.  What the hell?

I fully open my eyes and take in the view. That is not my ceiling and this is not my bed. My mattress has never been this soft, even when it was new.  I look down and see the ivory sheets and the maroon comforter and it all comes back to me. 

I fucked Jared AND Genevieve Padalecki! I am in their bed, in their house snuggled up between them.  I had sex with a married couple; not once, not twice but three times they fucked the daylights out of me. And I enjoyed every second of it.

I squirm as I feel something moving inside me, slowly making its way out of my body and sigh when I feel a clump of Jared’s cum slide out and down my ass, landing on the sheet under me. God, he cummed so hard and so much last night, filling both me and Gen up. 

And as good as it felt, it tasted even better. Especially out of Gen’s pussy. I had licked it right up as it poured out of her hole and onto my lips and tongue and she reciprocated before we teamed up and took turns swallowing him down, his palms cupping the back of our heads as we knelt in front of him, licking and sucking his cock.

My bladder takes me out of my reminiscence as the urge to piss becomes palpable and I wiggle and shift until I am out from under Jared’s arm and go to crawl over Gen’s sleeping form, unintentionally waking her.

“Hey sweetie. Where are you going?” she asks sleepily and the torpor in her voice is sexy and sensuous. 

“I gotta pee,” I tell her and she smiles before lifting her head to kiss me. 

“Ok baby. Hurry back.”

I walk into the ensuite and quickly sit on the toilet to do my business, still reeling from the events of last night. How the hell did I end up here? And how am I going to recover from having my dreams come true? How am I supposed to go back to my normal, boring existence after such an experience?

As I finish up and wash my hands, I decide that I’m going to leave while the leaving is good. What if they regret it? What if it wasn’t what they expected? What if I was just a first choice when they decided to have a threesome? Too many what if’s and not enough answers for my taste.

I tiptoe back into their room and grab my panties from the floor, pulling them on when I realize the rest of my clothing is thrown throughout the hallway. Shit! If the kids were up and strolling around the house they would see the waitress from the restaurant in their house half naked. 

“Y/N?” Gen’s voice causes me to turn my head to see her up on one elbow looking at me confused. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Y-yea. I think that would be best, don’t you?”

“Hell no. Get your perky little ass back in the bed,” she said authoritatively. “And take off those panties. I want to be able to touch you and caress you.”

I do as she says and she scoots closer to her husband as she pats the mattress in front of her. I climb in beside her and she promptly pulls me to her, her hand cupping my sex as she kisses along my ear. She whispers, “I’m never going to get tired of this pretty little pussy,” as she begins drawing circles on my clit and running her fingers down my folds. "Could eat it everyday and never get enough.”

I whimper at her words and she smiles against my skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me eating you out everyday, fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my fist. Shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” 

Her fingers tease my opening before two of them slide inside, curling up to hit that sweet spot. My back arches off the bed as I moan. “Yea, you like that don’t you. You like me fingering you.” She scissors her digits open and closed as we both groan at the slick that has accumulated. 

“Cum baby,” she urges. “Come on Mama’s hand.”

My climax comes out of nowhere as Gen sits up, propping her body with her free hand as he other works me furiously through my release. I watch her with bated breath as she removes her hand and licks her fingers clean. “Mmm, tasty.”

When she is done, she leans down and kisses me, her tongue prodding into my open lips, letting me taste the sweetness of my tang on it. I run my fingers through her hair, fisting them. 

“Jesus, what a sight to wake up to,” we hear Jared’s groggy voice and pull apart, looking at him. His hazel eyes are sparkling and there is a smug grin on his lips. “I could get used to this.”  Gen turns and kisses him just as passionately as we had just kissed and I hear Jared groan, knowing he is tasting the remnants of my release. 

Ok, so maybe this wasn’t something they regretted. This was what they both wanted and still want and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too. Maybe I had been the first opportunity they’d come across when they decided to have a threesome but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I would gladly take whatever they wanted to give. 

And from the sounds and sights coming from the bed beside me, I was about to have another out of this world sexual escapade with two of the hottest people on the planet. 

I’m sitting in the kitchen at the bar in my panties and a t-shirt Gen gave me drinking a cup of coffee and watching Jared move about the kitchen, cooking eggs and making toast.

A pair of slender arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. “Morning baby,” Gen purrs as she kisses my shoulder.

I tense up afraid of getting caught if one of their kids walk in. “Uh, where’re the kids?”

“It’s Wednesday. They always have a playdate with the Ackles kids on Wednesday,” Gen says as she comes around and sits beside me. “We’re good. Francine took them over and will bring them back this afternoon.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say hesitantly. I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about being found out but I’m also nervous because the three of us are alone in the house. What exactly did they have planned? 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Jared says as he sits two plates of eggs, toast and jam in front of his wife and myself. “We all need to talk anyway. And the kids do not need to hear what we have to discuss.”

Well, there goes my good feeling down the drain. Now is when they are going to drop the bomb; tell me that it was all fun and games but they’ve satisfied their curiosity and I’m on my own. God, how can I be so dumb. What made me think that two celebrities would want me to stick around?

I push the food around on my plate as I try to come up with a way to take the blow and leave with my head held high.

“Jared Tristan,” Gen admonishes. “Look what you’ve done. You went and made her feel bad. Honey,” she says as she places a hand on mine. “It’s not bad; what we want to talk about. I promise.” She leans over and places a chaste kiss to my lips. “Now eat up so we can get to it. I think you might need your energy if I’m reading this situation correctly.”

I try my best to eat as much of the food as I can with my stomach still in knots and my anxiety level through the roof. Gen clears her plate and then looks at me, silently asking if I’m finished. I nod and clear my throat. “Yes, thank you.”  

Jared grabs my hand and pulls me off the stool, dragging me toward the living room once again. Last night, this is the same exact place that they propositioned me and invited me into their bed. Now, here we are again, apparently discussing something new.

I wait with bated breath as Gen makes her way into the room, carrying her and my coffee cups, sitting mine on the table in front of me.

“First off,” she begins as she turns to look at me, one leg under her bottom. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Wh-what?” I ask in shock. Was she actually asking if I enjoyed having sex with them?

“Did you have a good time? With us?”

“Duh,” I answer cringing at my snarkiness. “Yes, I enjoyed it and I had an amazing time. And I understand if this was a one-off; something you wanted out of your systems. I get it. And I promise not to speak a word of it to anyone.”

Jared chuckles and Gen throws her head back, laughing. “Oh honey. I don’t care about that. Hell, scream it from the rooftops for all I care. We want to know if you’d like to continue.”

To say I am floored is an understatement. They are actually asking if I want to keep having sex with them? Have I died and gone to Heaven?

“Really?” I gasp. I never in a million years would have ever thought this was what we needed to discuss.

“Yes, really,” Jared tells me from the armchair. “We understand if it is too much. We, uh-” he pauses to rub the back of his neck and chuckle. “-got a little enthusiastic last night. It’s usually not that acrobatic. But yea, we want to know if you want to keep this going.”

I nod as my brows furrow and I look down at my hands, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of Gen’s shirt. How can I answer without sounding too enthusiastic or overly eager?

“Sweetie?” Gen asks, leaning down to look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” 

The worry in her voice is what gets me. Is she actually afraid I am going to turn them down? But I have to know something first.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why me? I mean, was I just the first girl you came across once you decided to have a threesome?”

Gen and Jared both chuckle. “No baby,” Gen assures me. “This isn’t our first time doing this. We’ve had threesomes before. We, uh- should we tell her Jare?”

“She’ll find out eventually,” he answers his wife. “Go on.”

“We had a relationship with Jared’s co-star Jensen for a few months. It went really well but then we decided to end it, amicably before we all got married. He was dating Danneel but she was living in LA while he was up in Vancouver with us. And well, we fucked. Not Jare and Jen, they just uh, shared me. Although they did get close to kissing once in a competition to see who could get me off first by eating me out simultaneously.” She ends with a laugh and I look over to see Jared blushing.

“Now, that...that cannot and should not be repeated,” he says, clearing his throat. “We just got too close and our tongues touched that’s all.” He explained my unanswered inquiry.

“So, this isn’t your first time having a threesome with another guy?” I ask. “But is it a first with another girl?”

“Yes,” they both answer resolutely. “You are our first female conquest.” Gen finishes before she laces her fingers with mine. “When I saw you yesterday at Y/E/E, I liked you immediately. Even though I could tell you knew who we were you kept it professional and when I asked Jared what he thought about you, I could tell by the way he looked at you he wanted you. We both did. That’s why I left my number. Figured it’d be safer to leave mine than his in case someone else found the note.”

“It’s in my car,” I smiled at her. “I wasn’t about to throw it away.”

“See, you knew. You might have not realized you knew, but you knew me leaving you my number was a big risk.”

“So?” Jared asks as both Gen and I turn to look at him. “Is this something you can see continuing?”

“Absolutely!” I answer confidently and certain. “I will be the third wheel for you guys.”

“Oh honey, in this relationship, we are all equals,” Gen says as she smoothes her hand over my hair. “Now, let’s talk about the rules.”

The 'rules' as I soon discover aren't really rules at all. Mostly we discuss what kind of things are turn-ons and what are turn-offs. 

I find out that Gen loves oral, receiving and giving,  whether it be male or female. She requests to be called Mama in the bedroom and is unopposed to anal play.

Jared's turn-ons include oral as well, he loves to maintain dominance over his lovers and inquired as to whether I am opposed to that aspect. I tell him an unwaveringly no. I will submit and comply with his control. 

When asked what I prefer, I shrug my shoulders. I'd never given it much thought. Sure, I'd had partners before; I wasn't a virgin by any means but to actually sit and think and come up with stuff I liked and didn't like was new to me. 

"Okay," Gen says, aware of my discomfort. "Well, we know you like oral, both giving and receiving it. And you like fucking, we are very well aware of that." She continues with a smile. "Are there any positions you're more fond of than others?"

"Uh, I like doggy style," I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. Good god, I've had sex with these people and I'm getting embarrassed!

"Hey now. None of that," Gen coos. "This is a judgment free zone."

I nod, feeling more confident. "I like it when, uh...when you pulled my hair while I was eating you out. And," I turn to look at Jared. "I liked when you spanked her while fucking into her. That was hot, but not like you know,  hard or a lot of smacks but...yea."

He smiles at me and nods. "Good to know kitten."

"Anything else?" Gen presses.

"Uh, nothing I can think of right now. No, but permission to revisit this if I do think of something?"

"Of course sweetie."

"One last thing," Jared announces and I turn to look at him. "Move in with us?"

When the kids come in later with their nanny, they stop in their tracks when they see me sitting on the couch with their parents, platonically of course.

The two older ones, Tom and Shep,  recognize me and ask their mom why the lady from the restaurant is here while the little girl, Odette, climbs onto Jared's lap and burrows into his chest, peeking out and glancing at me.

"This is our friend. Her name is Y/N and she's going to be staying with us," Gen eases the information to the boys. 

The middle child, Shep, is the first one to speak. "Does she like dinosaurs?"

Gen looks at me with joy and laughter in her eyes. I smile and tell Shep, "Dinosaurs are magnificent! My favorite is the pterodactyl.  What's yours?"

The discussion between the boys and I quickly turns to which dinosaur would win if they were all in a battle to which dinosaur could survive if they were to come back alive and be in the world as it is today.

Odette finally warms up and makes her way to my side,  telling me that Mommy dinosaurs have to wear makeup while Daddy dinosaurs go to work.

I had been terrified of how the kids would accept the fact that I was going to be living with them but I had nothing to worry about. 

Kids are resilient though. They can adapt and adjust to just about anything. The three Padalecki kids have no problem knowing there is a new person living in their home but I also know the real talk is going to come after dinner and after Francine leaves for the evening.

Gen and I work together that night, getting the dinner dishes cleaned off and stacked in the dishwasher. Every so often, Gen would glance around and then pull me into a kiss, keeping it mostly innocent and chaste. The only thing not innocent is when her hands would roam and grab a boob or my ass or one time she ran her hand down my crotch, pressing on my clit. 

Once the kitchen is cleared, the two of us join Jared and the kids in their playroom where we decide to tell them what is actually going on.

Tom and Shep were sitting on the floor playing with toy cars, making engine noises while Odette sat on her dad's lap, coloring. 

"Guys," Gen speaks, getting the boys' attention. "Can you come over here for a moment. Family meeting."

Tom and Shep get up and walk to the table and stand, looking between the three adults in the room.

"Okay, you know how we have taught you all that honesty is always best? And that lying will only get you into more trouble?"

"Yes ma'am," they say in unison.

"Okay. Well your dad and I are going to be honest with you. Y/N is not only our friend, she is our girlfriend. We like her like we like each other; like Unkie Jensen likes Auntie D. And she likes us.

"You will see us-both of us- hug Y/N and kiss her just like we do each other. If you have a bad dream at night and come to our room she is going to be in bed with us. But we will always, always make room for you.  You three are our littlest loves and there isn't anything in this world we wouldn't do for you.

"Also, Y/N is the boss as much as your dad and I are so whatever she says goes. If she tells you it's time for bed you don't try to haggle your way out of it. If she tells you you've had enough candy, you listen. She is the adult, you are not. You understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Do you have any questions?"

They shake their heads no and Gen smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Shep's hair and then Tom's.

"You can go play for another hour and then it's time for baths and bed."

The boys go back to their spots and continue their game.

"Well that went better than I was expecting," I say with a laugh.

"Our boys are smart," Jared says with an air of pride. 

Odette looks up at him with a scoff, which causes both Gen and I to laugh.

"You're smart too lil O," he tells her before placing a kiss on her temple. 

When it's time for baths, Tom asks that I help him so I follow him to his room where he picks out a set of pajamas and underwear. We walk down the hall to the bath and he undresses as I begin filling the tub.

"Y/N?" Tom says as he washes his hair. 

"Yea?"

"Do you love us?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. This was not a question I was expecting from a 7 year old.

"Mommy said that you like them like they like each other. And I know mommy and daddy love each other and they love us just like Unkie Jen loves Auntie D and JJ and Arry and Zeppy. So do you love us too?"

I'm not sure how to answer his inquiry. Do I love him and his siblings? Sure, what's not to love about three of the best behaved kids I have ever encountered. 

They took their Mom's news in stride, like it was no big deal that both their parents had a girlfriend, like it was normal.

"Yes, Tom. I love you and Shep and lil O. How could I not? You three are awesome," I laugh trying to break the tension. "Plus we can talk about dinosaurs without people giving us weird looks."

"Do you love Mommy and Daddy too?"

Well, there it is. The one question I was hoping to avoid because I didn't have an answer.  I don't know the answer.

Do I love Jared and Genevieve? I know I've lusted after them both for years and the three of us have had the most remarkable, memorable sex of my existence, but love? Wasn't it too soon?

"I think it is time to finish your bath before you turn wrinkly like a raisin," I tell him instead. 

It is only a few weeks later that those three words are shared between us. 

As we are readying for bed, Gen and I doing a skincare routine in front of the bathroom mirror Jared waltz in and lifts the toilet seat, not caring to relieve himself while we are in the room.

After he finishes and he rights himself, he wiggles between us to wash his hands. We both laugh at his antics and while drying his hands he kisses Gen,  telling her he loves her  and then turns to kiss me.

"I love you too," he whispers against my lips and my eyes widen at his proclamation.

The whole world stills, the Earth quits spinning and the air stops flowing as he presses his lips to mine again.

"Y/N?" Gen calls to me and everything begins moving again. "Are you okay sweetie?"

"Uh." That's the only thing I can utter. Jared just told me he loves me.  He just dropped those three precious words like it was nothing. 

"Do you not love me? Us?" Jared asks as he pulls away and looks down at me. 

My eyes well up with tears and I can't stop my body shaking if I wanted to. 

"Yes," I answer with a laugh. "I love you so much!"

Jared wraps me up in a kiss again, deepening it as he bends me backwards.  We pull away with smiles.  

"I love you. I love you. I love you," I say repeatedly.

"I love you Y/N," Gen proclaims as she pulls me into a hug before kissing me senseless.

That night we don't fuck. The three of us make love to one another, proclaiming our love and devotion to one another over and over until we each find our climaxes together, as one. 

On Friday we decide it is time to visit the Family Business Brewery to stock up on some more beer since the supply at home is getting low.

I'm nervous as hell as today I get to meet Jared and Gen's best friends and former lover. Jensen and Daneel and the kids have been away, up in the north visiting family and now they are back and the plan is to hang out at FBB to let the kids play on their playground. 

The Ackles know that Jared and Gen have someone they want them to meet but as I find out on the way there,  they have no idea just what I am to the Padalecki's. They just think it's a new friend.

As we pull up, the parking lot is half-full with vehicles and people milling about ready to go inside and sample some the craft beer that is brewed onsite.

I look toward the building and immediately can make out Jensen's silhouette. Probably because of the crowd that has amassed around him. Being one of the main characters on the country's hit sci-fi show and part owner of this place drew a bigger crowd to the brewery than the alcohol did apparently. 

I notice that over half of the guests have some type of Supernatural paraphernalia,  be it a t-shirt, a purse, or just a photo or something they hoped to get autographed.

The crowd finally disperses and Jensen finally makes his way to us, a smile on his face and a beer glass in his hand. 

"Hey guys. Glad you could make it. Dee is inside helping Gino run the bar since we are down a person," he explains and then his eyes narrow in on me. "Hello. I'm Jensen."

"Y/N," I say with a nod.

"Jay, this is our girlfriend." Gen tells him and I watch for his reaction. He is one hell of an actor because other than a quick widening of his green eyes, he fixes his face into one of nonchalance. 

"So, you're still…..doing that?" he asks lowly before taking a drink of his beer.

"We hadn't for a while," Jared speaks up. "Since you but yea, we now share a girlfriend."

"Nice," Jensen smiles but I can tell it's not a happy-for-you one; it's more forced, more strained.

Daneel finally comes out to join us and Gen introduces me much the same way she announced me to Jensen. 

"Oh wow!" Daneel exclaims.  "I, uh, didn't know you two were into that sort of thing."

So apparently she had no idea that a few years ago, Jensen had been in my position.  Good to know as now I can be  more aware of what to say and what to keep to myself.

The day is nice in the grove where the brewery is located. The heat from the sun is abated by the gentle breeze that flows through the trees. 

Jared and Jensen, and sometimes Gen get pulled away a few times by excited fans asking for pictures of just to chat, leaving Daneel and I watching the kids.

I can tell she is dying to ask questions so once there is no one close by, I turn to her and tell her. "You can ask."

"Oh thank god! It's been killing me. How does it work? Do you all sleep together? Have sex together?"

I smile at her questions. And with living with the Padalecki's I have come to also believe the truth is better than lying philosophy.

"We love one another and we work together raising the three most amazing kids I've ever met. Well, until now; the Ackles kids are pretty fantastic." I pause to smile at her. "Yes, we share a bed each night. Sometimes I'm in the middle, sometimes Gen. It just depends on who needs the assurance and safety net the most. 

"And yes we have sex together. As with the sleeping arrangement, we take turns on who is between the other two. Sometimes Jared fucks Gen while she eats me out and sometimes I eat her out while being whaled on by the big moose."

Daneel throws her hands up and shakes her head. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I asked. That was a visual I did not need. And now it's stuck in my head."

She storms off and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. I mean, she asked after all. I just hope I didn't ruin her friendship with my lovers. 

Later that night, when I tell Jared and Gen about it they laugh and assure me that it's nothing Daneel won't get over; that she just probably will never ask me anything ever again. 

Over the next few months, I learn just how close the Padalecki's and the Ackles' are as we tend to spend every holiday together and attend each other's kid's birthday parties.

Daneel continues to be cordial to me but doesn't inquire any further into my relationship with Gen and Jared. 

That may also be because after paparazzi got a photo of Gen and I at the store holding hands and ran with the story that Gen and Jared were obviously on the splits, the three of us sat down to an interview with People magazine and told the world that the Padalecki's marriage and relationship was still going strong and made it known that they were also in a relationship with me.

After that, the buzz of it all settled down and everything went back to semi-normal. There would be some gossip on the internet about us or we'd received unmarked mail containing threats of damnation but, with the help of my girlfriend and boyfriend, I learned to let it all slide.

People would always have their opinions. I just had to get used to them being different than my own. The world wasn't going to stop turning just because I was in a relationship with a married couple. 

A year to the day that Jared and Gen had entered my life when they visited Y/E/E found us all in the kitchen; Jared and Gen sitting at the counter while I cooked us an anniversary dinner.

"Can you believe it's been a year?" Gen says as I pull the roasted chicken from the oven. "One year since we decided to go out to eat and run into the most beautiful human we've ever seen."

"A year since you left your number on a piece of paper before we left and waited patiently for her to call," Jared continues. "One whole year of the most magnificent mind-blowing sex of my life!"

"A year since I thought you leaving your number was a prank or a mistake but texted it anyway. A year of….hell, the best year of my existence, " I tell them as I plate up the chicken, pasta and asparagus before turning and placing their plates in front of them.

"I love you both so much."

"We love you equally," Gen says before we set about eating the dinner I cooked. 

The kids were staying over at the Ackles' so we had the house to ourselves.

Jared cleared the kitchen after dinner and dessert while Gen and I went up to the bedroom to get ready in our matching lingerie that we purchased special for the occasion. 

"Jared is going to flip when he sees us," Gen says as she comes up behind me in the mirror. "Fuck, are we lucky. Sweetie you are absolutely gorgeous.  I can't wait to pull this off of you," she says kisses my shoulder, grazing her teeth across my skin. "With my teeth."

I shudder at the thought and reach back tangling my hand in her hair, kissing her passionately. 

"Same goes for you darling," I tell her as we hear Jared coming up the stairs.

Gen and I rush to get on the bed, laying back in nothing but lace and silk waiting for Jared to enter the bedroom.

"Fuck. Me!" he exclaims as he walks in and sees us. "God damn, baby girls, you're going to give this ole man a heart attack," he says, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. 

As we both promised, we put a show on for Jared; disrobing one another with nothing but our teeth and lips. 

Gen finally squirts after I bury my face in her sweet cunt, licking all around with my fingers knuckle deep inside her. Her breathing is labored as I pull away, leaving my fingers wiggling inside and turn my head to kiss Jared.

He groans as the tang of her juices mixed with my taste floods his mouth and I begin fingering Gen again, feeling her walls fluttering and quivering around them. 

"You like that Mama?" I ask as I pull away from my boyfriend. "You want more? I can recreate our first night."

"Fuck yes!" Gen screams. "Fist me baby."

I curl my fingers down and work my closed fist into her sopping wet pussy easily, twisting my wrist as she writhes above me. I lean down and suck her clit between my lips, flicking the nub with my tongue. 

"Shit! I'm going to cum again," she pants and I take my fingers and press against her sweet spot. Her thighs clamp around my head as she climaxes. 

Jared walks around behind me and I feel the swath of his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and up to my ass. It isn't the first time he's ate me like that and it is erotic and obscene and I love it.

When Jared's tip notches at my opening, I wiggle my hips and he slaps his palm down on my asscheek. I moan as I lay my forehead against Gen's leg. Jared spanks me once more before he slams into me, burying his whole length in one thrust. 

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I yell out as he begins a pounding pace. His hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Gen finally recuperates enough to join in, kissing me senseless and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in my ear.

"Jared is fucking you real good ain't he? You're taking all that cock. You gonna let him put a baby in you? Yea you are, aren't ya? Get all big and round with a Padalecki growing in you. You want that? You want Jared to cum deep inside and impregnate you?"

"Uh huh," is all I can muster as Jared keeps pounding into me from behind, his balls bouncing up to slap my clit.

"Jared, put a baby in our baby girl. Fill her little pussy up."

"Yes Daddy. Please," I say, finally getting my voice.  "Please daddy put your baby in me."

"Oh god. Yea, I can do that. I can definitely do that."

"Mama?" I call out to Gen who lays down to meet my eyes.  "Are you sure? This is what you want?"

"Yes baby. I want to watch you grow our baby inside you. I love you sweet girl. And I know you'll be the best mom, you already are to Tom, Shep and O."

She smiles before capturing my lips with hers, wrapping her hand in my hair and tugging, making me whimper and whine.

Jared stills behind me as I feel his dick throbbing and spurting, filling me with his cum and hopefully getting me pregnant. It seems to go on and on before he finally slumps and pulls out of me, only to prod his softened dick back inside and thrusts, making sure the release goes where it needs.

If we made a baby together tonight or not,  I know these two beautiful people, my lovers, will be here with me through the celebration or if need be, the act of trying until we succeed. 

Six weeks later, I find myself peeing on a stick. I haven't told anyone but my period is about 8 days late and I've always been regular. 

I wait for the timer to go off on my phone, staring at the test laying facedown on the sink. Am I pregnant? Am I just late? But then if that's the case, why am I late? 

The device dings and I hesitantly reach for the test, turning it over to find out the result.

As I walk down the stairs, I hear my family in the front room laughing and just being goofy, none of them aware of what I hold in my hand. The small thin piece of plastic that is going to change everything. 

I stand at the doorway and just watch the five of them. I love them all so much and am grateful that they are now a part of my life. The kids accepted me and made me feel welcomed and loved from the very beginning and now they sometimes call me Mommy Y/N. It warms my soul when they utter those words. 

Jared and Genevieve. I never thought I could find a love like I have with them. It is an all-consuming love. They are so kind, caring and generous. The three of us are in love and we are about to bring another life into the mix. 

“Hey guys,” I call out getting their attention. Shep runs and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my stomach, like he knows his new little brother or sister is growing inside me. But that can’t be, I haven’t said a word to anyone much less the kids.

I ruffle his hair and he looks up at me with a smile. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa with your parents?” I request. “I have something to tell you all.”

“We’re having a baby,” I announce, not wanting to drag this out. I am happy, ecstatic even and I am hoping, ok I’m pretty sure this news will be accepted with joy. 

“What?” Gen exclaims, a smile blossoming on her face. “Really?”

“Yea,” I answer as I hold up the pregnancy test with the two bold blue lines. “I’m pregnant.”

Gen gently lifts O off her lap and jumps up, rushing to hug me and pulling me into a kiss. We’ve never hidden our relationship from the kids so to see their Mom and I kissing is no big deal to them.

When she pulls away, Gen looks at me with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby?"

"Yea we are," I tell her, my own tears making themselves known. 

Suddenly Jared is pulling us both into his chest, his long strong arms holding us close.

"Where's the baby?" O asks as she looks around and in the floor. "I wann' see it."

We laugh as we break apart, going to join them on the sofa. 

I pull O onto my lap while Gen holds Shep and Tom is propped on his Dad's knee.

"The baby isn't born yet," I explain to my daughter. "He or she has to get big enough before it can come live with us. Right now, it's just a tiny little bean."

"I wann' see it," she repeats and I chuckle as I maneuver her around to straddle my thighs. I lift my shirt, exposing my stomach and take her hand to place under my belly button. "The baby is in here,  nice and warm and growing.”

Lil O’s eyebrows fuse together as she stares at the place her hand is and then she says, “Can I play with her when she gets here?”

I laugh and hear Gen and Jared chuckle.

“Of course you can sweetie,” I tell her. “But maybe not when she first gets here, she’ll be itty bitty.”

“She?” Jared says and I look at him. He practically has stars in his eyes with glee. 

“Well O called it a she so I just ran with it. Who knows, it could be a boy,” I say with a shrug. 

“I want a tyrannasaurus,” Shep declares. 

“Geez buddy,” I laugh as I look down at him. “You want me to explode? The baby is in my belly and you want it to be a dinosaur?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about that,” Shep says, his voice remorseful.

“Hey Sheppy? It’s okay. I was just joking with you.”

“Okay,” he says as he reaches over and puts his hand on my stomach beside his sister’s. 

Before I know it I have three little palms against my skin, along with a slightly bigger one and a huge one over top of all of them; my family silently welcoming and loving on the new addition.

By the time Tom’s birthday comes around, I am huge! Gen had warned me that Padalecki’s were big babies but this is outrageous. I can't see my feet at all and need help to get out of bed every morning. This little one is making my life miserable but I know in the end, it will all be worth it.

We had decided against finding out the gender, mainly because I was still leery about how correct those results could be. So the five of us have begun referring to the bump as Baby P. And right now Baby P was kicking my kidneys and punching my liver. 

I still have almost a month before my due date of April 11 and it seems as if time is slowing down. Every day is a hurdle to get through, with being 8 months pregnant and still trying to help out around the house and do my chores, though both Gen and Jared have fussed at me for doing too much. But I’m pregnant, not disabled.

We’ve planned a barbeque party for Tom’s birthday and invited most of his friends from school, plus the Ackles and the Morgan’s and a few others from Jared’s time on the show. Both sets of grandparents are going to be here also, so it would definitely be a full house.

I am upstairs in the bedroom, trying to slide my sandals on but having trouble since I can’t see anything. Jared walks in while I huff and try again, only to push the shoe farther away.

“Hey baby,” he says gently. “Let me help you.”

“This is ridiculous,” I whine as he lifts my leg and slides the leather onto my foot. “I can’t do anything but waddle around, running into things and just getting in the way. I’m an annoyance to everyone. Maybe I should just stay up here.”

“You hush that right now,” he admonishes me, standing up to tower over me.  “You do not annoy anyone. You do not get in the way at all. You are pregnant, carrying my baby. You’re beautiful, baby girl. I love watching you, knowing that’s my child inside you; a life we created out of our love.” He tugs a stray hair behind my ear and tilts my chin up. “I love you. Gen loves you. Tom, Shep and O love you. We all love you and we love this baby. So get over yourself and get that cute little ass downstairs to celebrate our son’s birthday.”

“Cute and little is not how I would refer to my ass,” I retort with a smile. “I look like a Kardashian.”

“Mmhmm,” Jared mumbles as he leans down to kiss me. “More to spank.”

I chuckle as I tiptoe to kiss him and then turn to head downstairs to join my family and greet our guests.

The party is in full swing as most of the adults sit in lounge chairs, talking and catching up while Jared and Jensen man the grill and the ladies are in the kitchen gathering up the condiments and sides.

I have been commanded to stay in my seat and ask for anything I need. Jared went as far as to tell me if he saw me on my feet, he would spank me in front of everyone. And as much as I love him spanking me, that was something that no one else needed to see so I kept my promise, only asking that he give me a bottle of water for my stay.

Everyone seems to be having a good time; the kids are enjoying the gigantic bounce house that we rented and sat up in the backyard, the adults congregate on the patio talking and laughing and waiting for food.

I look around with a blissful heart at the family and friends I have acquired since becoming Jared and Gen’s lover. No one seems to bat an eye anymore about our relationship and took it at face value and that made me very happy. Sure, there were a few things still being said on the internet but those people don’t matter to me. What matters to me is the ones here today, celebrating our son’s birthday. 

A pain shoots through my body but as soon as it appears, it disappears so I think nothing of it and go back to watching Tom, Shep, JJ, and a few of their friends from school run around the yard playing tag. It’s a good day.

That good day turns when later that evening while the ones of us that are still lounging around, mostly family, my water breaks. Gerald and Sherri, Jared’s parents, stay at the house with the kids as Gen, Jared and I rush to the hospital.

In the early morning hours of March 18, we welcome Delaney Grace Padalecki, a whopping 9 pound 12 ounce baby girl. 

I thought I knew what love was, what love is but until I looked into my daughter’s eyes, I had had no idea. 

Love is infinite. Love is encompassing. Love is the glue that cements us all together. And I have found that with Gen and Jared and their-our-kids and now with Delaney. There is no way my life could be any richer. A once in a lifetime encounter gave me love and a family. 

THE END

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[bigfan-fanfic]

I just wanna say real quick that strictly as a Headmaster, Dumbledore’s decisions are terrible. Even apart from all his questionable endangerment/abuse of Harry, his hiring decisions are singularly based on use/value to Dumbledore himself and not their teaching ability. 

Snape is absolutely terrible at teaching - yes, he’s good at Potions but that doesn’t make him a good teacher - most of his students do not proceed to NEWT level due to his high requirements, and his style is needlessly abrasive and dominating - Snape’s one of those nightmare teachers that wants to live out some power fantasy and literally terrifies the general student populace, while dishing out absurd amounts of favoritism. Due to his campaign of terror and strict methods, it’s a wonder that his students actually learn anything at all. It’s a pathetic teacher indeed who routinely insults the intelligence of their students and manipulates their class to disadvantage them. See in contrast a teacher like Slughorn, who uplifts his students and encourages them. Snape is only hired because Dumbledore wants him close. And then even Slughorn is not hired back for his teaching competence but because Dumbledore yet again has an ulterior motive, to keep him safe.

Trelawney is a true Seer, but she’s absolute crap at actually teaching Divination because of her need for validation - she’s far too busy pretending to be a good seer than teaching the theory or even the actual material in the books. Firenze too is horrible at teaching, although he does give interesting cultural perspectives. Both are instead refugees - Dumbledore wants Trelawney close by and under his protection because prophecy, and Firenze is hired in repayment for the help he’s given Dumbledore. Both refuse to actually teach and instead vaguely suggest cryptic hints - at least Firenze is honest about Divination being so murky.

Now, McGonagall is shown to be a strict-but-fair teacher, but I will admit she is deeply loyal to Dumbledore and I can’t imagine that that did not play a role in her being offered the position. However, at least she is a competent hire. She assigns a fair amount of homework and both encourages and scolds her students in an appropriate manner.

Quirrell, Lockhart, and Snape again as DADA teachers are awful hires. Quirrell was hired BECAUSE Dumbledore suspected his possession and his utter fear of everything makes it difficult for him to teach/be taken seriously, Lockhart because Dumbledore wanted him exposed and his lack of knowledge means his students learn everything thirdhand or inaccurately, and Snape in order to execute his special death contingency for the Elder Wand, who teaches as usual, dismally. Moody would have been an appropriate hire, if slightly unorthodox, but the fact that Dumbledore could likely tell right away that he was a Death Eater (unless Barty Crouch Jr. was a prodigious Occlumens) means Dumbledore willingly endangered everyone yet again.

I can’t actually blame Dumbledore for Umbridge because it was due to government interference, but I can say that I doubt Lupin’s teaching ability was why Dumbledore hired him. Again, he installed somebody loyal in that position to take care of him. Same goes for Hagrid, who is actually not great at teaching, continually engages in illegal experimental breeding, and brings inexperienced children into contact with extremely dangerous wild animals, as much as I love him. 

Perhaps the choices were necessary, or “for the greater good,” but the evidence still points to Dumbledore hiring objectively bad teachers for his own purposes/or placing specifically loyal people in positions of power over young wizards.

[sinceileftyoublog]

30 (Technically 34) Albums We Loved That Happened To Come Out in 2020

So much has already been said and written about this cursed past year, but a few good things came out of it, including the music. Album-wise, like many before it and many to come, it was an embarrassment of riches. But even with so much time on our hands to devour new tunes, it was often old favorites, songs of comfort or familiarity that garnered the heaviest rotation. For many artists, too, it was a year ripe for revisiting or reissues of old material, looking at existing songs with fresh and new perspectives. Simply put, with so much to listen to, new and old, the prospect of ranking a finite number of albums felt not only daunting, but frankly a bit stupid. Maybe we were late to the game, but 2020 taught us that music should and can be appreciated in multiple contexts, not limited to but including when it first came out and when it was heard again and again, even if years later. The records below--listed in alphabetical order--happened to be released in some form in 2020, whether never-before-heard or heard before but in a different format. And the only thing I know is that we’ll be listening to them in 2021 and beyond.

Autechre - SIGN & PLUS (Warp)

The legendary British electronic music duo surprise released SIGN a mere month and a half after its announcement and then PLUS 12 days later. The former was a beatific collection of soundscapes that belied the band’s usual harsh noise, while PLUS embraced that noise right back, drawing you in with the clattering chaotic burbles of opener “DekDre Scap B” and lurching forward. -Jordan Mainzer

Against All Logic - 2017-2019 (Other People)

The perennially chill ambient house artist Nicolas Jaar had a busy 2020, as usual, releasing two albums under his name, Cenizas and Telas. But it was 2017-2019, the follow-up to the debut album from his Against All Logic moniker, that came first and throughout the year helped to illustrate Jaar’s penchant for combining inspired samples with club beats and tape hiss. Take the way the lovelorn vocals of “Fantasy” or soulful coos of “If Loving You Is Wrong” war skittering, scratchy percussion and cool arpeggios, respectively: Jaar is coming into his own as a masterful producer almost a decade after he released his first full-length. Oh, and bonus points for including none other than Lydia Lunch on a banger so blunt it would make Death Grips blush. - JM

Bartees Strange - Live Forever (Memory Music)

Like many, my introduction to Bartees Strange was through Say Goodbye to Pretty Boy, his EP of The National covers. Creativity and shifting perspectives shine through each song’s reimaging, like flipping the coarse, almost manic “Mr. November” into something softer, more meditative. It felt like a mere peek into what was to come on Live Forever. Bartees Strange is a world-builder. Each track on his debut unfolds and welcomes you to a wildly engaging tableau, a fully constructed vision. “Jealousy” opens with soft vocals and birdsong. “In a Cab” is the slick soundtrack to racing through a cityscape in the rain, seeing the blurred lights of the high-rises above as you pass by. “Kelly Rowland” warps wistful pop song feelings. “Flagey God” takes you into a dark, pulsing club while only a few songs later, “Fallen For You” wraps you in echoed vocals and romantic, raw acoustic guitar.

It’s an accomplishment to craft an album of individual songs that stand strongly on their own but still feel cohesive. 2020 wasn’t all bad. It gave us Live Forever, a declaration of an artist’s arrival. - Lauren Lederman

Charli XCX - how i’m feeling now (Atlantic)

Back in the spring, many of us wondered who would put out something great in 2020’s quarantine. It was hard to imagine that the intensity of a global pandemic would really allow for artists to embrace creativity. That thought carries the same eye-roll inducing feeling of “We’ll get some great punk music out of a Trump presidency,” but of course, Charli XCX delivered. Through live workshops with fans and longstanding collaborators, she delivered songs to dance alone to in your bubble. Charli embraces the unknown of the moment but clutches onto what’s familiar. Under the glitch-pop veneer of the album, she digs into the anxieties of not just this moment of time but of the bigger questions we all confront: trajectories of relationships with friends, romantic partners, ourselves. Album standouts “forever” and “i finally understand” embrace that feeling of both looking for control and accepting the lack of it. Charli is a master at balancing this. - LL

Christine and the Queens - La Vita Nuova (Because Music)

Named after a Latin text by Dante Alighieri about missing a woman who has died, Chris’ La Vita Nuova is not about mourning a death but instead about loneliness and isolation, post-relationship or otherwise. It doesn’t bang quite like her previous two albums, but it hits harder than ever.

Read our full review here.

Dogleg - Melee (Triple Crown)

Released on March 13th, right as the COVID-19 pandemic hit, Melee was supposed to be supported by three cancelled tours–SXSW, an opening slot for Microwave, and an opening slot for Joyce Manor–and an appearance at this year’s cancelled Pitchfork Music Festival. Listening to the songs on the record, you can only imagine how they translate: the jerky momentum of “Bueno”, build-up of “Prom Hell”, gang vocals of “Fox”, clear-vocal anthem of “Wrist”, and odd groove of “Ender”.

Read “Buckle Up, Motherfucker”, our interview with Dogleg.

Dua Lipa - Future Nostalgia & Dua Lipa/The Blessed Madonna: Club Future Nostalgia (Warner)

Where Dua Lipa’s much-anticipated second album Future Nostalgia succeeded was in its disco anthems and retro, club-ready beats, so who better to bring out the best of the record than The Blessed Madonna? The turntablist masterfully curates a mix of heavy hitters of the charts and the underground that not only offers an essential complement to Future Nostalgia but transcends it. Sending the tracks out to various producers and singers for features and then adding her own samples on top, she invites you to peel back the layers, enter a YouTube rabbit hole of sample searching as much as bopping along.

Read our full review here.

Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou - May Our Chambers Be Full (Sacred Bones)

Roadburn Festival has long been on my bucket list, and since the pandemic showed me how much live music can be taken away in a flash, when it’s safe again to travel and go to a festival, I may just pull the trigger and go--especially considering it’s the springboard for such fruitful and inspired collaborations as the one between Louisville singer-songwriter Emma Ruth Rundle and Baton Rouge sludge dwellers Thou. Rundle embraces the heavier opportunities on the follow-up to her incredible 2018 record On Dark Horses with the ever-flexible Thou backing her up vocally and instrumentally. Slow-burning opener “Killing Floor” offers a familiar introduction to fans of both--sort of what a Rundle/Thou song would sound like--before grunge chugger “Monolith” introduces huge, catchy riffs and “Out of Existence” a True Widow-esque dirge, newfound inspirations for both artists bringing the best out of each other. - JM

Fiona Apple - Fetch the Bolt Cutters (Epic)

What makes Fetch the Bolt Cutters stand out among Apple’s catalog and music in general is the clarity with which Apple seethes at those who have wronged her, whether ex-boyfriends or patriarchal oppressors, and looks to her relationships with other women for peace of mind.

Read our full review here.

HAIM - Women in Music Pt. III (Columbia)

For HAIM, the title Women in Music Pt. III is suggestive that, more than their previous two records, their third centers around the experiences of being an all-female band in a historically white cis male-dominated scene, at least one that wouldn’t call catchy riffs written by a man “simple” or call attention to the faces a man makes while playing. What it doesn’t let on to is how deeply personal the record is, how, by unabashedly embracing genres and styles of music that they love, HAIM have made far and away their best album. Co-produced by the usual suspects, Danielle Haim, Ariel Rechtshaid, and ex-Vampire Weekender Rostam Batmanglij, it’s instrumentally and aesthetically dynamic and diverse, consistently earnest without devolving into cheese.

Read our full review here.

Irreversible Entanglements - Who Sent You? (International Anthem)

I’ve been captivated by Irreversible Entanglements ever since I first saw them at Pitchfork Music Festival 2018. The radical poetry of Camae Ayewa (aka Moor Mother) is the perfect front for a ramshackle mix of Luke Stewart’s spidery bass, Tcheser Holmes’ weighty drums, and a horn section that concocts tones that range from hopeful to desperate. At their best, Who Sent You? is a shining example of celebratory Afrofuturism and metaphysics that makes the urgency of Ayewa’s more concrete and political words all the more necessary. “No Más”, composed by Panamanian-born trumpeter Aquiles Navarro, is a declaration against imperialist oppression, while the stunning title track flips the switch like a Kara Walker painting, as Ayewa’s the one interrogating the police officer terrorizing her community. “Who sent you?” she repeats, never spiraling, grabbing a hold of the power and never letting go. - JM

Jeff Parker - Suite for Max Brown (International Anthem/Nonesuch)

It’s Jeff Parker’s mom’s turn. After 2016′s The New Breed ended up being a tribute to the guitarist’s father, who passed away during the making of it, Parker decided to pay tribute to Maxine while she was still alive. Suite for Max Brown (Brown is his mother’s maiden name; Max is what people call her) is a genre-bending collection of tracks inspired by Parker’s DJing, juxtapositions of sequenced beats with improvisation that certainly sound like the brainchild of one individual. Indeed, Parker plays the majority of the instruments on it and engineered most of it at home or during his 2018 Headlands Center residency in Sausalito, CA; though all of the players and the vocalist (Jeff’s daughter Ruby Parker) on The New Breed show up, plus a couple trumpeters (piccolo player Rob Mazurek and Nate Walcott of Bright Eyes) and cellist Katinka Kleijn, Suite for Max Brown is a distinctly Jeff Parker record.

Read our preview of Jeff Parker & The New Breed’s set at Dorian’s last year.

Jeff Rosenstock - NO DREAM (Polyvinyl)

Jeff Rosenstock throws us right into the spinning, manic energy of NO DREAM, his latest release from a seemingly endless well of music that never lacks urgency. It’s a reminder that though it’s been a strange year, the issues Rosenstock tackles here aren’t new. There’s no interest in making you feel comfortable here. On the album’s title track, Rosenstock sings, lulling you into a false sense of security, “They were separating families carelessly / Under the guise of protecting you and me.” But reality sets in, and the hazy guitars spin out as he spits, “It’s not a dream!” and, “Fuck violence!”

My image of Jeff Rosenstock in the year 2020 is masked up with “Black Lives Matter” scrawled across the fabric of his mask in Sharpie, performing album highlight “Scram!” on Late Night with Seth Meyers as high energy as ever. It felt like watching someone send out a beacon, both a distress signal and a call to arms. - LL

Jessie Ware - What’s Your Pleasure? (PMR/Friends Keep Secrets/Interscope)

I am not someone who goes to clubs. I don’t “go out dancing,” preferring to let loose in the privacy of my own home or a trusted friend’s house party. But Jessie Ware’s What’s Your Pleasure? makes me think I could embrace a night out like that, once the world opens up again, of course. The album is filled with syncopated disco beats that feel fresh and classic all at once. The abundant horns and strings on “Step Into My Life” are decadent, like light bouncing off sequins in a dark room. Ware’s voice is slinky and velvety one moment, windswept like her album cover the next. It’s songs like “Save a Kiss” that embrace both, allowing her to show off her range. - LL

Laura Marling - Song for Our Daughter (Partisan)

With sparse production, mostly from her but with additions from Ethan Johns and Dom Monks, Marling foregoes the comparative maximalism of the Blake Mills-produced Semper Femina, her last proper full-length, and 2018′s LUMP collaboration. The songs aren’t simple, but they’re succinct, and every element, from Marling’s finger-picked guitars, the occasional slide guitar, and that unmistakably calm voice, sometimes alone and sometimes layered, fits. It’s her most universal set of songs yet, centering around the times when we’re apart from one another but reflecting on when we were together and when we might be together again, with no guarantees.

Read the rest of our review here.

Les Amazones d’Afrique - Amazones Power (Real World Records)

The groovy pan-African collective expands upon their debut Republique Amazone and then some with Amazones Power, a tour-de-force statement of female empowerment in the face of oppression against women throughout the African diaspora. Indeed, the album is more than just songs boldly decrying FGM, though those demands ring heavily. Instead, the group goes further, delving into gender power structures in marriage on “Queens” and selectively finding strength in tradition on “Dreams”. And this time, they include men to stand alongside with them. “Together we must stand / Together we must end this,” sings Guinean musician/dancer/artist Niariu on opener “Heavy” in solidarity with features Douranne (Boy) Fall and Magueye Diouk (Jon Grace) of Paris band Nyoko Bokbae. But perhaps it’s her kiss-off on “Smile” that hits hardest: “I shut up for no one.” - JM

Lianne La Havas - Lianne La Havas (Nonesuch)

The British singer-songwriter’s much anticipated follow-up to 2015′s Blood was better than I could have ever imagined. A song cycle about life cycles--of nature, of lives, of a relationship--inspired by an actual breakup, Lianne La Havas is a contemporary neo soul masterpiece. Overview opener “Bittersweet” is an instant earworm, La Havas’ coo-turned-belt filling the space between classic and increasingly emotive slabs of piano and guitar. Funky, lovestruck strut “Read My Mind” is the soundtrack for the unbridled confidence of finding new love. Yes, the doubts begin to sow on the fingerpicked melancholy of “Green Papaya” and “Can’t Fight”, and where the album goes from a simple narrative perspective may be predictable: They break up, they don’t get back together, La Havas enjoys her independence. But the depth of the arrangements and assuredness of La Havas’ singing is a product of an artist starting to really show us what she can do. And how many people can pull off a Radiohead cover like that? - JM

Lomelda - Hannah (Double Double Whammy)

What does it mean to title an album after yourself? Lomelda’s latest album is centered around discovering more about yourself while not always having the answers. Despite the lyrical content, the album is self-assured. Hannah Read’s voice feels as steady as ever as it navigates these twisting questions, like the way the world can shift after a kiss. She finds power in softness and reflection throughout the album, like when she explores the mantra-like words of “Wonder” or through a reminder to do no harm in “Hannah Sun”. In a year that allowed for perhaps more reflection than usual, Hannah makes space for the questions that arise out of figuring yourself out, of making sense of the messiness of it all, wrapped in warm guitar, balanced vocals, and steady drums. - LL

Moses Sumney - Grae (Jagjaguwar)

“Am I vital / If my heart is idle? / Am I doomed?” Moses Sumney famously sang on his stunning 2017 debut Aromanticism, an album that saw him developing his acceptance of being alone. grae, his two-part 2nd full-length, and his first since officially moving from L.A. to the Appalachian Mountains of Asheville, North Carolina, doubles down on themes of heartbreak, but instead of being sure in his seclusion, he embraces the unknown. The album teeters between interludes of platitudes about isolation and ruminations on failed human connection, and maximally arranged clutches of uncertainty. “When my mind’s clouded and filled with doubt / That’s when I feel the most alive,” Sumney coos over horns and piano on slinky soul song “Cut Me”; it’s an effective mantra for the album.

Read the rest of our review here.

Norah Jones - Pick Me Up Off The Floor (Blue Note)

At the time we previewed Norah Jones’ 7th studio album, she had only released a few tracks from it. Turns out the rest was just as powerful. From the blues stomp of “Flame Twin” to the rolling piano stylings of “Hurts to Be Alone”, Pick Me Up Off The Floor is an album full of jazzy orchestrations and soul and gospel-indebted arrangements, Jones’ silky, yearning voice tying together the simple, yet lush and deep instrumentation. And that other Tweedy feature, that closes the album? It’s a heartbreaking portrait of loneliness, one of many on a record that still manages to celebrate being alive all the while. - JM

Phoebe Bridgers - Punisher (Dead Oceans)

Phoebe Bridgers is a master of details. Her lyrics shine when they get specific. They range from the mundane to morbid: A superfan’s ghost-like wandering under a drugstore’s fluorescent lights, a skinhead likely buried under a blooming garden, reckoning with the you in “Moon Song”’s lines, “You are sick, and you’re married / And you might be dying.” Bridgers has always been able to set a scene meticulously, and Punisher arrived with 11 songs that expanded that skill, both lyrically and musically, with her dark humor intact and a fuller sound that includes her boygenuis collaborators’ harmonies. - LL

PJ Harvey - To Bring You My Love: The Demos & Dry - The Demos (Island)

Yes, revisiting Dry’s demos as a separate entity is still worthwhile. Harvey’s powerhouse vocal performance carries the acoustic strummed “Oh My Lover”, while the comparatively minimal arrangement of “Victory” highlights bluesy riffing, call-and-response harmonies, and layered guitar and vocals. The singles, the slinky and sharp “Dress” and propulsive anthem “Sheela-Na-Gig”, hold up to their ultimate studio versions, too. But it’s the To Bring You My Love material that provides novelty because it’s never been released and more so because it encompasses the greatest aesthetic contrast from the album. From the warbling hues and guitar lines of the title track to the tremolo haze of “Teclo” to the crisp snares of “Working With The Man”, the demos show a continuity and level of cohesiveness with the diversity of Dry and Rid of Me not shown on the studio version of Harvey’s more accessible commercial breakout. (Predictably, the album’s most well-known song, “Down by the Water”, is the closest to its eventual version.) “Long Snake Moan” is simultaneously more spacious and more noisy, its garage blues a total contrast to the lurking “I Think I’m A Mother” and swaying shanty “Send His Love To Me”. And “The Dancer” fully embraces its flamenco influences, hand claps and all.

Porridge Radio - Every Bad (Secretly Canadian)

Is there a better opening line than “I’m bored to death, let’s argue”? That kind of duality is found across all of Every Bad as it grapples with the frustrations and anxiety of trying to figure it all out, whatever that might mean for you. “Maybe I was born confused, but I’m not,” vocalist Dana Margolin repeats throughout the opening track, roping in listeners with the dizzying feeling of trying to make sense of yourself. The band’s guitar and synth sound coupled with Margolin’s howl makes for a dance party filled with dread, rendering Margolin’s already strong, repetitive lyrics even more spiraling. And yet, by the time we get to “Lilacs”, a glimmer of something else shines through as the music gets more manic and Margolin’s voice begins to soar: “I don’t want to get bitter / I want us to get better / I want us to be kinder / To ourselves and to each other.” - LL

Sault - Untitled (Rise) & Untitled (Black Is) (Forever Living Originals)

Yes, Black Is still pulls plenty of devastating punches. “Eternal Life”, a segue from the gospel boost of “US”, juxtaposes a deliberate drum beat with zooming synths, both ascending like a chorus of angels, as they sing, “I see sadness in your eye / ‘Cause I know you don’t wanna die,” presenting the oppression of Black life at the hands of white supremacy in inarguable terms. Ultimately, though, it’s the anthemic nature of the songs, resistant of platitudes, that shines through. “Nobody cared / This generation cares,” says Laurette Josiah on “This Generation”. Whether she’s talking about young people in general or the latest generation of young Black leaders, the sentiment is reflected on songs like “Black”, wherein over dynamic, sinewy instrumentation, the singers alternate between encouragement, support, and love of the self and others.

Read our full review here.

Shamir - Shamir (self-released)

Shamir’s voice is a bright beacon in a sea of conventional singers. Shamir captures the effervescence of pop music and weaves it together with elements of country, alt rock, and diary confessional lyrics all supported by the emotion and range of his vocals. There’s something for everyone across the album’s 11 shimmering tracks. Lead single and opener “On My Own” feels like a declaration of self and self-sufficiency, an anthem of a breakup song. The almost pop-punk bounce of “Pretty When I’m Sad”, paired perfectly with lines like the angst-ridden, “Let’s fuck around inside each other’s heads,” feels impossible to not bop along to. The twang of “Other Side” would put a country crooner to shame. That’s the power of Shamir. His voice has the ability to smoothly convey joy, resilience, and humor. He uses elements of several genres, not just the dance-pop of his debut, to build a unique album that gives listeners so much to sift through and, of course, dance to. - LL

Songhoy Blues - Optimisme (Fat Possum)

If Songhoy Blues’ second album Resistance lacked “the grit of its predecessor,” it’s clear from the hard rock stomp of the opening track of Malian band’s third album Optimisme that they rediscovered their mojo. More importantly, they couple this maximal brashness with tributes to those who make their world a better place: fighters for freedom, women, the young. It’s perhaps the first Songhoy Blues record to truly combine the celebratory nature of their desert blues with a balanced mixture of idealism and vigor. - JM

Spanish Love Songs - Brave Faces Everyone (Pure Noise)  

How can you find hope in hopelessness, or optimism when every news story points to cruelty? Is it naïve to keep searching for light in the dark? I don’t think so, and I don’t think Spanish Love Songs does, either. I’d like to think we both believe that’s not naivety, but power. It’s the embers you need to really ignite a flame. After all, this is the band with a song titled “Optimism (As a Radical Life Choice)”. It’s a band whose crunching guitars and earnestness insist that despite death and depression and addiction, the instinct to survive shines brightly above all. That relentless hope resurfaces across Brave Faces Everyone’s 10 tracks even as it works through the bleakness of everyday life. - LL

Tashi Dorji - Stateless (Drag City)

The magnum opus from the Asheville-based picker is a group of evocatively titled, disorderly songs about the desolate hellscape of America for outsiders and immigrants. Enigmatic in its nature, not exactly narrative, Stateless combines Dorji’s urgent strumming with moody motifs, captured beautifully in a studio setting for maximum emotional wallop. - JM

Touche Amore - Lament (Epitaph)

Is this what an almost uplifting Touche Amore album sounds like? It’s cathartic in a newer way for the band, especially after the beautifully rendered grief of Stage Four. Lament loses none of the band’s aggression or urgency. “Come Heroine” thrusts listeners into that urgency and introduces a moment of warmth, Jeremy Bolm’s vocals still rasping and insistent: “You brought me in / You took to me / And reversed the atrophy.” The bounciness of “Reminders” may seem close to optimism, but a sharper look at the lyrics uncovers more than blindly looking to the things that bring joy. “I’ll Be Your Host” is reflective, a few years removed from Touche Amore’s previous album and the immediacy of loss, self-aware and growing, but still raw. The album closer, “A Forecast”, takes a turn, a lone voice and piano acting as a confessional before giving way to thrashing guitars and the realization that growth and reckoning with trauma doesn’t mean minimizing it. It means learning to keep moving forward and to stop for help when you may need it. - LL

Waxahatchee - Saint Cloud (Merge)

The best album yet from Katie Crutchfield is inspired by positive personal change (getting sober, dealing with codependency issues, her blossoming love with singer-songwriter Kevin Morby) and reflections on family and friends. Named after the suburb of Orlando where her father’s from, Saint Cloud is a genre-hopping collection of stories and feelings that doesn’t necessarily follow any semblance of narrative. On opener “Oxbow” and country-tinged ditty “Can’t Do Much”, Crutchfield’s increasingly aware of the need to pick your side and your battles, whether in the relationship between two people or between the allure of the bottle and the next-day hangover. Some of the best songs on the album see her finding commonalities with others as a means towards self-love. Gentle strummer “The Eye” refers to her natural creative relationships with Morby and her sister Allison. “War” she wrote for herself and best friend, who is also sober, the title a metaphor for one’s fight to remain substance-free. “Witches” is an ode to her best friends, including Allison and Snail Mail’s Lindsey Jordan, all equally frustrated by the toxic nature of the music industry and the world at large, ultimately lifting each other up because they simply have each other.

Read our full review here.

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Pure Imagination

Summary: Thomas has never really questioned the existence of humanoid fragments of his personality, but when strange dreams start worming their way into his sleeping hours, he decides it’s time to get some answers. Meanwhile, Logic, Creativity and Morality are dealing with a few of their own problems.

Relationship(s): None

Warning(s): Panic attack, swearing

[AO3 link]

This was written for the TSS Fanworks Collective’s April Reverse Mini Bang challenge. The rules of the challenge were simple: claim a piece of submitted art and write fic inspired by it. The art I chose was drawn by @amayakumiko, and it can be found here.

Everyone has an imagination. From the elderly to the newborns, everyone is capable of warping reality within their own head. Some imaginations are tame. Others are wild. Some people imagine life in another country and the adventures they could have. Others imagine life in a fantasy world where society’s rules don’t apply. Everyone’s imagination is different. That’s what makes it such a special thing.

There are a handful of people who are more imaginative than the rest of humanity. They’re a rare breed, and it is said only three are born across a ten-year period. Of course, such powerful imaginations can’t go to waste, so it has been decided that a gift shall be bestowed upon every individual who possesses it. The first to receive this gift shall be a boy named Thomas Sanders.

*****

In an ordinary house on an ordinary street, a shadow looms over the small crib five month old Thomas is sleeping in. A leather pouch is opened, revealing many different colours of shimmering glitter. The dark blue and indigo glitter is retrieved, and with unnatural precision, it is sprinkled onto Thomas.

The glitter glows brightly. Thomas is surrounded by an aura that glows both dark blue and indigo. The glitter dissolves, and the aura fades along with it.

Red glitter is retrieved from the pouch. It’s sprinkled onto Thomas, causing him to stir but not wake. The aura that momentarily surrounds him glows a bright imperial red.

More glitter is retrieved. This time, it’s light blue and cyan. Once again, Thomas’ aura adopts the colours as he’s showered by the magical substance. The aura glows dark blue, indigo, imperial red, light blue and cyan all at once before it fades again.

Thomas stirs again. His bottom lip trembles and he whimpers. Unlike before, he doesn’t relax. Several other colours of glitter are sprinkled onto him, and his face twitches as it falls onto the delicate skin of his cheeks and forehead. His restlessness grows as his aura appears once again. It glows a variety of different colours. 

Thomas’ lips part and a quiet, distressed noise escapes. His tiny eyes blink open, and they well up with unshed tears.

His aura fades. He sobs loudly. His parents wake up and scurry out of their shared bed frantically to check on him, and on the ground near his crib, they find an empty leather pouch.

They’ve never seen it before.

*****

Logic /ˈlɒdʒɪk/ NOUN Reasoning conducted or assessed according to strict principles of validity.

Logan has no idea how he — or his fellow Sides, for that matter — came to be. He knows they haven’t always had physical forms. He knows they haven’t always been able to speak to Thomas face-to-face. He knows there’s no logical explanation, yet he’s always searching for one.

Fragments of an individual’s personality shouldn’t have an independent conscience. They shouldn’t have physical forms. They shouldn’t be able to do things no other human can.

Logan knows everything Thomas does. Or, more accurately, he knows everything Thomas has learned over the years, and he retains that knowledge even after Thomas has forgotten it. Science is something Thomas seems to remember the most about, but math… oh, math. The amount of mathematical formulas Thomas has forgotten frustrates Logan to no end.

Thomas and Logan share a mind. They share their knowledge, and that knowledge helps them grow. Thomas asks questions, and most of the time, Logan is the one who answers them. He’s an intellectual, but he doesn’t know everything.

He wishes he did.

*****

“Logic?”

Thomas’ tentative call tugs gently in Logan’s chest. When Logan rises up, he finds his Whole sitting at the desk in the corner of the room, his head in his hands.

“What can I do for you, Thomas?”

Thomas lowers his hands and sighs. He gestures to the sheet of paper on the desk and picks up the pencil sitting beside it. “Homework.”

Logan’s head tilts. “You… require assistance?”

Thomas nods.

“Have you not asked your teachers for help?”

Thomas averts his gaze, bites his lip and shakes his head. “I would, but I don’t want it to seem like I wasn’t paying attention to the lectures. Plus, I... feel like I ask them for help a little too often.”

Logan’s expression softens. He approaches Thomas, careful not to get too close. They still don’t know what will happen if they make physical contact with their Whole, and Logan doesn’t plan on being the one to find out.

“What are you having trouble with?”

Thomas moves to point out what question he’s stuck on, but stops. There’s silence for a beat, then a quiet clatter breaks it when Thomas puts the pencil down.

“Y’know what, nevermind. I have plenty of time to finish this, it’s fine.”

Logan’s brow furrows. Thomas stands and moves to his bed. Logan follows, but chooses to stand nearby as Thomas drapes himself across the blanket, effectively wrinkling it.

“Is something the matter, Thomas?”

Thomas sits up and his gaze snaps up to meet Logan’s eyes. “No,” he says, far too quickly.

“Are you sure?” Logan asks. He takes a seat beside Thomas, and he pushes down the odd urge to place a hand on his Whole’s shoulder. “You seem distressed. If something is bothering you, talking about it may help.”

Thomas sighs and lowers his head. His bangs flop down, partially hiding his face.

“I’ve been having… dreams. Weird ones.”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “It’s not uncommon for someone to have strange dreams every now and again—“

“That’s the thing,” Thomas interrupts. He lifts his head and turns it to lock eyes with Logan. “Logic, I’ve been having these dreams for days now, and they won’t stop.”

Logan blinks. “Ah. That is… rather concerning. Can you remember any of your dreams?”

Thomas’ brow furrows in thought. “Well, I remember I almost drowned in glitter Monday night.” He laughs. “That was weird.”

Logan summons a notepad and jots something down. Thomas waits patiently for him to stop scribbling before he speaks again.

“Wednesday night was pretty freaky. I was in some really dark room, and I could hear whispering. I remember seeing weird flashes of colour, but I wasn’t able to get a proper look before they disappeared.”

Logan nods and jots another note down. “You didn’t experience any odd dreams on Tuesday?”

Thomas shakes his head, then pauses. “Wait, shouldn’t you know all this? You’re part of me.”

Logan tucks the pen in his grasp behind his ear. “Dreams are generally Creativity’s department. Unlike him, the rest of us are not automatically made aware of them.”

“Huh.”

The room falls into an awkward silence, save for the tapping of Thomas’ forefinger on the desk. Logan fixes his tie and cleans the lenses of his glasses, just to give him something to do.

“Why am I having these dreams, Logic?”

Logan blinks. “What?”

Thomas looks down at his bare feet, which are hovering just above the carpet. “I wanna know why I’m having these dreams. There has to be a reason, and I guess I just assumed you’d know.”

There’s a lump in Logan’s throat. He swallows, but it doesn’t dislodge.

“I…”

Thomas glances up at Logan. Logan puts on a brave face and looks his Whole in the eye.

“As I said before, dreams are not my department. It would be best to consult Creativity if your concern grows.”

The way Thomas’ expectant face falls makes Logan’s heart sink. He wishes he had an answer, he really does, but nothing is coming to mind. He doesn’t know what’s going on, nor why Thomas is having such strange dreams.

Knowledge is his entire existence. He has to know.

He sinks out. For the rest of the evening, he stays in his room, conducting research and jotting down notes.

He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t sleep.

He has to know.

*****

Creativity /ˌkriːeɪˈtɪvɪti/ NOUN The use of imagination or original ideas to create something; inventiveness.

Roman is a dreamer. He’s a performer; an artist. He’s the one who’s always ready to slay any monsters lurking in the shadows. He’s the hero of the story, and any villains who dare to cross his path will be shown no mercy.

Thomas is an actor. Saying he’s a good one would be an understatement. Both he and Roman are well rehearsed in putting on a mask and performing for an audience, and they’ve gotten rather good at it over the years.

Thomas loves theatre. So does Roman.

Thomas loves Disney. So does Roman.

Thomas has dreams. So does Roman. Not the sort of dreams you have when you’re asleep, but rather aspirations, ambitions and ideals.

Roman shouldn’t have them. Dreams, he means. He’s a facet of a person’s personality. He isn’t an individual. Thomas’ dreams are the ones that matter; his are irrelevant.

It’s one of the many problems Roman has with his existence.

He doesn’t like talking about it.

*****

“Prince?”

Roman greets Thomas with an exaggerated regal bow as he rises up. “Good afternoon, Thomas! What can I do for you on this fine day?”

Thomas puts his phone aside and starts fiddling with his fingers. After a moment, he places his hands on either side of him, and his fingers curl around the soft material of the blanket underneath him.

“I talked to Logic yesterday.” Thomas pauses, but only for a beat. “I told him about the weird dreams I’ve been having.”

Roman sighs. “Yes, I heard about that. Your dreams these past few nights have been quite strange, and oddly enough, they all seem to be connected. Logic’s been trying to figure out what they mean, but I don’t think he’s had much luck so far.”

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

Roman shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. Picking out the symbolism of the dreams I oversee isn’t exactly my strong suit.”

Thomas looks away. “Oh.”

Roman smiles warmly. “Don’t fret, Thomas. We’ll figure this out together, okay? These questions won’t go unanswered.”

Thomas glances at Roman, and the corner of his lips curl upward.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Roman grins and starts to sink out.

“Hey, wait.”

Half-submerged in the floor, Roman stops. He rises back up and raises an eyebrow.

Thomas stands and starts fiddling with his fingers again. “I, uh… sorry about Thursday. I know you wanted me to go for the lead in the play.”

Roman waves a dismissive hand, ignoring the sudden tightness in his chest. “Don’t sweat it, Tommy Salami. It’s just a school play, no big deal. They’re practically the same as the ones you participated in back in high school, anyway.”

Thomas giggles. “Tommy Salami? That’s a new one.”

“I have plenty more; I’ve been brainstorming all week.”

Roman and Thomas laugh, and just for a moment, Roman’s tight chest loosens. As their laughter dies down, Roman feels the tightness return.

He ignores it.

*****

Morality [məˈralɪti] NOUN Principles concerning the distinction between right and wrong or good and bad behaviour.

Patton’s job is simple. He determines what’s right and wrong. He makes sure Thomas is honest and encourages him to put others before himself. When Thomas was younger, Patton would repeat the same mantra over and over again.

“Don’t kill, don’t steal. Be honest. Help others and put them first. Be a good person, kiddo.”

When Thomas was younger, his sense of morality was fairly streamlined. Now, slowly but surely, things are becoming more complicated.

Patton hates that. He shouldn’t, but he does.

The moral dilemmas Thomas faces on a daily basis are growing more complex. Though Patton will never admit it, he’s struggling to keep up. It’s getting more and more difficult to determine what the ‘right thing’ to do is, and the pressure is always on Patton to make the call. He’s supposed to know, but sometimes…

Sometimes he doesn’t.

*****

“I’ve figured it out!”

Logan rises up in Patton’s room, grinning from ear to ear. His glasses are slightly askew and he has a large pile of notebooks and stray pieces of paper stacked precariously in his arms. Patton scrambles over to help Logan by taking some of his load, but then has to quickly dump them onto his bed as his arms begin to shake under the weight he was unprepared to carry.

Patton turns around to face Logan and laughs. “Wow, Logan, I haven’t seen you this happy in… well, ever! But, uh… what did you figure out, exactly?”

Logan rolls his eyes and places his load on the ground at his feet. He fixes his glasses, straightens his tie and runs a hand through his hair a few times before clearing his throat. Patton’s heart sinks at the way Logan’s expression quickly settles back into one of cold indifference.

“I think I’ve finally managed to figure out why we exist in this particular form,” Logan gestures to himself, “and why Thomas is able to summon us to his side at will.”

“This is about all those weird dreams Thomas keeps having, right? Roman mentioned it the other day.”

Logan nods. “It is.” He pauses. “Well, partially. I believe the dreams are a result of an event that occurred during an earlier stage of Thomas’ life. I'm thinking it’s either a result of some kind of genetic mutation, or a genetic alteration.”

Patton blinks.

“...What about the glitter?”

Logan stills.

“What.”

Patton’s brow furrows. “Wasn’t there glitter in one of Thomas’ dreams? I could’ve sworn Roman mentioned it…”

Logan blinks. Slowly, a realisation dawns on him.

“Oh, of course, the glitter.” Logan gently hits the side of his head with his palm. “I completely forgot that was a factor.” He sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Now I’ll have to revise everything,” he mutters.

Patton frowns. “Maybe you should take a break, Logan. You’ve been working on this,” he gestures to the stacks of notebooks, “for a really long time.”

“I’ve taken plenty of breaks, Patton.”

Patton crosses his arms. “I mean a proper one.”

Logan huffs. “Patton, I’m not a child. You do not have to… monitor me.”

Patton’s eyes go wide. “Monitor—“ He stops, squeezes his eyes shut and massages his temples. He releases a slow, steady breath before he opens his eyes and lowers his arms. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Logan scoffs and looks away.

“Logan, what’s gotten into you?”

Logan chooses to ignore the question as he retrieves his notebooks.

“I really should’ve expected this.”

“Wha — What—“ Patton splutters. “Expected what?”

“You are the heart. I am the mind. It’s common for us to be at odds, especially when you’d always rather Thomas spend time with friends rather than study.”

When Logan looks at Patton, there’s fire in his eyes. He’s glaring daggers, and Patton has to force himself not to flinch away.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Patton’s voice is loud, and he’s very close to yelling. He hopes he won’t have to resort to such an extreme.

Logan shakes his head. “Nothing.”

He sinks out, and Patton is left alone in Nostalgia Nirvana as guilt settles in his chest like a pebble.

*****

Anxiety /aŋˈzʌɪəti/ NOUN A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

A nervous disorder marked by excessive uneasiness and apprehension, typically with compulsive behaviour or panic attacks.

Thomas is floating. Around him is a pitch-black void. Above him, a hand comes into view, sparkling glitter pinched between its fingers.

The glitter falls. It’s a variety of different colours, and it almost looks like a rainbow.

Thomas reaches for the glitter, wanting to feel it between his fingertips. The moment the glitter makes contact with his hand, it turns a deep purple — or is it violet? Thomas barely has any time to process the change before he finds himself falling. As he falls, he swears he can hear a voice, but it’s extremely muffled, as if he’s hearing it from underwater. Slowly, however, the voice grows louder, and Thomas can almost hear what it’s saying—

“Thomas!”

Thomas’ anxiety spikes. His eyes fly open and he sits up, barely aware enough to recognise where he is. He’s faintly aware of his chest heaving and the uneven breaths he’s taking, but that’s about it.

Someone nearby mutters a swear, and the next thing Thomas knows, he’s being guided off the bed — his bed, he was in his bed — and onto the carpeted floor. He really should be more concerned about the stranger in his bedroom, but oddly enough, he feels like he can trust them.

“Breathe, Thomas. Four-seven-eight, remember?”

Yes, Thomas remembers. Unfortunately, his chest feels like it’s crushing itself with every breath he takes.

The stranger gathers Thomas’ hands into their own and places them against their chest. Thomas can feel their heart pounding.

“You feel that?”

Thomas nods.

“Cool. Now, I want you to focus on that and copy my breathing, okay?”

Thomas nods again. Despite his aching chest, he allows the stranger to guide him through the exercise. As he breathes, he can hear the stranger murmuring words of encouragement.

“Keep it up, Thomas. That’s good, keep going.”

Eventually, after what seems like hours but is really only a few minutes, Thomas is able to breathe normally, and his chest no longer aches with every breath. The haze of panic is fading, and Thomas is finally able to get a good look at the stranger who helped him. They’re wearing an unzipped black plaid jacket with the hood up, and Thomas can see they’re wearing a black shirt underneath. The hood plus their bangs makes it very difficult to see their face, though Thomas is pretty sure he can see eyeshadow smudged underneath their eyes.

The only word that comes to mind to describe them is ‘edgy’.

The stranger mutters something under their breath before reaching up and pulling the hood off their head. They run a hand through their hair, and Thomas can’t help but notice it looks almost identical to his own.

Just like that, everything clicks.

“You’re a Side.”

The Side smiles wryly in Thomas’ direction. “Sure am.”

“I have more than three?!”

“Clearly.” The Side’s voice is monotone, and Thomas can’t help but think he’s being mocked. “Oh, and I’m Anxiety, by the way, thanks for asking.”

Thomas very quickly decides he does not like this new Side.

Anxiety sits back on his heels. “That was one heck of a dream you were having, huh? Though I guess that’s nothing compared to all the others you’ve been having.”

“You know about those?”

“Well, duh.” Anxiety stands and stretches. Thomas does the same. “I kinda have to be able to monitor your dreams so I can wake you up if shit gets real.”

“Do you know anything about them?”

Anxiety raises an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, kid.”

Thomas’ internal groan is very loud, and he’s glad only he can hear it. “Well, we’ve been trying to figure out what they mean for weeks now, but—“

“Magic.”

Thomas blinks. “What?”

Anxiety perches himself on the end of Thomas’ bed. “These dreams are a result of you being exposed to magic as a baby.”

Thomas’ brow furrows. “Are you messing with me?”

“Nope,” Anxiety responds, popping the ‘p’. “I know it sounds absurd, like something Princey would come up with, but I’m serious. How else do you think we exist?”

“You expect me to believe the reason I have Sides is because of magic?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, no. Hate to break it to you, bud, but magic doesn’t exist.”

Anxiety pulls his jacket tighter around himself. “That’s Logic talking. If magic didn’t exist, then nor would we.”

“You’re making absolutely no sense.”

“I’d like to think I’m making perfect sense.”

Thomas’ teeth grind. “I’d like you to know that you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

Anxiety smirks. Thomas glares. For a moment, the two of them are locked in a staring contest.

Thomas loses.

Anxiety cackles. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take my leave before my presence attracts… unwanted attention. Well, unwanted for me, not so much for you.”

Anxiety stands up and prepares to sink out, but pauses. He snaps his fingers as if he’s just remembered something, then turns to face Thomas.

“Hey, by the way, you might wanna check in with those three. I hear they’re not doing so hot.”

Anxiety sinks out, but not before shooting Thomas a lazy two-fingered salute. Once he’s gone, Thomas’ face falls and he flops back onto his bed, not bothering to fix the blankets. He grabs his pillow and shoves his face into it, allowing it to muffle the extremely loud groan he can finally release.

“Why is my personality so complicated?”

[stachmousworld]

Steve is dumb (Part 3)

Tags: Somnophilia kink, Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, a lot of teasing too, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

Summary: Steve finally gets some action.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 

A week later

Steve couldn’t believe it. He threw his jacket on his couch and flopped on it. He laid there staring at the ceiling.

This entire night has been shitty. Entirely shitty.

There were no words for what happened. Sylvie, his wife, has been hellbent on meeting everyone in the goddamn room and has flashed her jewelry to everyone who didn’t even care. She hadn’t tried to stay polite and had dismissed a lot of influential people. The same people who financed his art department.

He needed to call Tony and ask him to do some control damage. They were supposed to raise some money to help students pay their tuitions. Steve was afraid that Sylvie had ruined it. He had known from the get-go that she was vain. But tonight had been particularly awful. She has raised the bar and broke her own record.

Someone knocked on his door. Before Steve could speak the door swung open revealing a disheveled Bucky. He was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His pants were still open. His face was red. There were a few hickeys on the top of his chest and his hair was down. Steve took a deep breath not ready to enter this territory right now. Or ever.

“I’m sorry Stevie, but I gotta go. Some kind of emergency,” he struggled with his pants. “Fuck, my belt is still in her room. Well, fuck it.” He pulled his hair into a bun. “Can you do something for me?” he asked urgently.

Steve waved his hand telling him to go on.

“I…I know we haven’t really talk since last week but tonight was supposed to be really special,” he babbled. “You know that we talked about somnophilia and how she was really excited to do it, right?” Steve barely hummed. “We were supposed to do that tonight. She is already asleep, and I barely got the time to prepare her that…” He showed his phone. “Emergency.”

Steve sat slowly upright. “You want me to have sex with my stepdaughter, while she is sleeping, and she doesn’t know that it’s me?”

“Well, it’s her biggest fantasy, Steve.” Steve opened his mouth to argue. “No, listen. She had told me about her…” He looked behind him as if she’d popped up. “fantasy journal.” He finished in a whisper as if it made sense to Steve. “Please, Steve, I beg you. I promised her.”

“Yeah, YOU promised her to fuck her. Not me,” he rectified, stretching his sore muscles.

“But it’s literally her fantasy. I-I-I.” Bucky threw his hands in the air. “Ok, you know what, I’m going to send you the screenshots of our convo and let you decide.”

Bucky tapped angrily on his screen and puffed. He put back his phone in his bag and left the room with little to no words.

Steve staid still, ignoring his phone. He took a few breaths to calm the small buzz below his skin. Once the phone stopped vibrating, he finally decided to give in. He should go to sleep and pretend nothing happened. He should put his phone back on the table and leave the room. He should…

Despite his resolved, he unlocked his phone and read the messages. All 10 of them. They went from descriptive to porn. Some had a plot and others were just about her being his “cum dump”.

It took him way more time register the words on the phone. She really…really wanted that. Steve bit his lips and rose to his feet. Before he could chicken out and go to his room, where his drunk wife was probably passed out, he walked to his stepdaughter room.

The air was unbearable. Every time Steve inhaled, he was unfairly attacked by a sweet carnal scent. Arousal and sweat. Steve closed the door behind him and pressed his back against the cool wood.

“What are you doing, Steve?” He asked himself. “You should go to your bed and forget about this crazy night.”

Instead, his body moved by itself. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pants, letting the silky material slide on the floor. He bent to take them and played with the material. Why was it so difficult? He sighed and folded his clothes. His boxers were next.

“That’s it,” he said to no one. “I’m really going to cross that line.”

He walked to the bed and slid under the cover. He laid there, still, eyes on the ceiling. Her breathing was shallow and rhythmic. He got lulled by it for a second. Until his arousal was hard to ignore. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs.

He took a deep breath, readying himself, and scooted toward her. He pushed her on her back and laid on her. She was still deeply sleeping.

“What am I doing?” he whispered, lost. He nudged her legs open and instinctively rocked his hips against hers. He hissed and moan as his cock slid between her lips. Wet noises could be heard even from under the cover. Steve accented his thrusted, pressing against the warmth and wetness.

“God, so good,” he moaned into her ears, before kissing her neck. He sucked and bit the appetizing relaxed tendon. His mind whirled around his pleasure and all his fears went through the window.

It was becoming unbearably hot under the cover. Steve threw them away, still thrusting. If he stopped…if he stopped…his mind shut down. Under the moon natural light, her body was ethereal. Even in his dreams he never could have imagined it.

Attracted by the brown areola, he leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth. He grazed softly the hardening bead with his teeth. He tried to take more of her boob in his mouth and almost choke. Steve went back to sucking and licking until both her breasts was covered in his own saliva.

He started palming her boobs enjoying the weight. “What am I doing?” he asked again. He grabbed his dick and slapped her clit. He slid the tip of his dick on her hole and froze. He had forgotten the condom. He barely repressed a relieved sigh. Maybe it was his way out. He’d go out of the bed and realize how stupid he was. Yeah…that was a…

The body underneath moved, yet so slightly, but enough for his tip to enter her willing body. Steve’s mind shut down. Again. His instincts, needs and deeper feelings took over.

He finally let go.

He leaned forward and pushed into her. He wanted to be gentle…He wanted to take it slow…he swore it was true…but…she was too tight, to wet…he had wanted to do that for so…

He let out a screamed as he slammed into her. Her boobs jostled under the force. She was still sleeping. The dark side of Steve rejoiced in her stillness. He wanted her to wake up as he pounded into her. He wanted to see her wake up with his cum leaking from her hole and a certain ache…

He leaned down and muttered to her ears. “Such a good Baby girl. So good for Daddy.” If the words had sounded so surreal in his dreams, hearing himself pronouncing them made everything concrete. He was fucking his stepdaughter and she wanted him.

Steve’s eyes rolled as his greedy pleasure grew. “I’ll fuck you tomorrow, don’t worry.” He bit her lobe “One you wake up I’ll fuck you 6 ways till Sunday. I’ll fuck you in the car, on the table, in the garden for everyone to see…”

He grabbed her legs, bending them onto her chest and pounded deeper into her. His balls slapped against her ass. God…she took all of him.

He gazed at her in awe. His orgasm was near. He fastened the pace enjoying the contact of their hips. He’d let a bruise he was sure. She’d finally belong to him. Fuck…his balls were tight and heavy.

“Daddy’s going to cum into you. You like that don’t you?” Her walls spasmed against his hard shaft. He gave threw sharp thrusts and came. Deep inside. 

Fuck!

He fell onto her, not caring if he was too heavy. He wanted to enjoy her body a little bit longer.

It took him a few minutes to calm down and get his breathing under control. He kissed her sweaty face, rolled besides her and stood up. He took the time to cover her, but before palming her breasts a little longer.

Steve groaned at his indecisiveness.

Go, go now, his rational side screamed at him. You’ve done it, so go now.

She started moving in her sleep. She rolled onto her front and bend her right leg high. High enough for Steve to see his cum profusely dripping from her greedy hole.

He dropped his clothes and climbed back on the bed. He kissed her back, licking her spine. He slapped a few times her buttcheeks enjoying the roundness. He pressed two fingers in. Her eyebrows furrowed making him grin. A little more and she’d wake up. How would she react? Would she be thrilled that she finally got what she wanted or disgusted? No…definitely not disgusted. Her fantasies had been to wild and recurrent for her not to really want it.

The door creaked open. Steve pulled the cover over both of their body and laid flat on her. Why the fuck was Sylvie still awake? Steve felt the adrenaline pumping into his veins mixing with the overall arousal. In other words, he was hard as a rock and the hot body beneath didn’t help. His dick was perfectly nestled between her lips. A little more and he’d be inside of her.

He closed his eyes and grimaced under the torturous choice. Sylvie didn’t come in the room. She stayed at the doorframe. Steve couldn’t make up what she was saying, through all the blood rushing through his body.

Just a little…he thrusted forward and was easily welcomed into her tight pussy. He cussed under his breath, not really caring if Sylvie heard him. Even after being thoroughly pounded she was still tight. Steve dropped his head on her back, hands roaming her sides. He grabbed other leg and bent it. His dick slid deeper and deeper.

Steve’s carnal needs snapped. He bit her neck and started moving slowly. All that mattered was the warmth around him and the wet slid. He’d never leave her warmth.

Never.

That’s why it took him more times to realize that Sylvie has stopped talking. He barely moved when she pulled the cover, enough for the top of her stepdaughter’s head was visible. She leaned and kissed her.

“It’s a furnace under these covers. I don’t know how you can breathe,” she stated, pulling the rest of the cover. Steve’s breath halted. Fortunately, Sylvie’s phone rang, before she could see him. She groaned and left the room quickly.

Steve exhaled. His hips kept moving chasing some sort of relief. If he’d been on the edge before, he was now hyperaware. His nerves were on fire, his brain overstimulated.

Sylvie could have seen them. Sylvie could have seen balls deep inside her sleepy stepdaughter. Steve chuckled. He went on his hands and accelerated. His hips met her butt making the full globes bounce. His balls slapped her clit repeatedly.

He growled and tensed when she started moaning. He grabbed her hair in his fists and slammed into her. He didn’t even care if she woke up. All he wanted was to breed the hell out of her. The brief image of her heavily pregnant triggered his climax.

He choked on his saliva and trembled. His hips stuttered as his cum coated her walls. He snaked a hand to her clit and rubs furiously.

“Come one! Come on, cum,” he growled into her ear. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are.” 

A few seconds later and her whole body tensed and spasmed under him. He kept thrusting until he was sure her womb was full of his cum.

Steve whined and cried as he rubbed his callous hand over her belly.

“God, I’m fucked”, he sighed.

Final Part

[zhansww]

"women like BL because there’s an equal dynamic in the relationships between two men and they find that appealing - and yet, when they write BL, they force the exact unequal dynamics that they supposedly don’t like on the gay couple" DUDE finally someone puts this into words. I will genuinely never understand this like it BOGLES me. and then these same people will call themselves an "ally" like they're not just fetishizing. The fact that most people weren't disturbed by this book is incredible.

sry this is long but u basically summarized why I tend to stay away from most BL written by straight girls. It's incredibly disturbing and fetishizing, even MORE disturbing is that, I'd say, 90% of people don't even see the problem with it. Initially I thought maybe these fans consisted of teens that just didn't know any better but NAH there's grown ass adults who think like this on the daily LOL Your take on it is refreshing

omfg, it boggles me, too! o.O I don’t get why...... maybe they know that if they wrote their r-pe kinks with an m/f couple, no one would buy their book..? After all, sexual assault against women is a very real and sensitive subject. In comparison, sexual assault against men doesn’t get taken seriously enough cuz men are “supposed” to like sex under any circumstances. So BL writers instead apply their own fantasies on a gay couple, which somehow makes it acceptable for the readers. Just imagine if Wei Ying were a woman instead of a man. I have a feeling that would make the problematic aspects of mdzs more obvious - and its love story less appealing - to its target audience.

I have seen many - unfortunately too many - comments from fangirls who reject the idea of XZ and YB being together irl only because they think “being gay is wrong” but who have no problem uwuing and thirsting over wangxian. Writing like in mdzs is the perfect breeding ground for this kind of homophobia and for misinformed people to assume that the way gay relationships are portrayed in BL is also how they are in reality. No queer couple likes getting asked “so which one of you is the wife/husband?”. Bad representation can actually be harmful in that way. As someone who is part of and cares deeply for the LGBT community, this just hurts and frustrates me to no end.

Having watched and read a lot of BL, I have come to the same conclusion; it’s best to stay away from those, written by straight females. Enduring countless badly-written ones just to get to one that is actually good may not be worth it, uff. I am very glad I found CQL, though. And even more glad that I watched the drama before reading its terrible source material. Tbh, I also look forward to HaoYiXing cuz I assume the censorship rules will force the writers of that BL to make changes for the better, too, similar to how it was done in CQL. Not that I like the homophobic censorship in China - but if it’s either a censored gay love story or a fetishized one, I’d much rather choose the first.