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emilykaldwen · 3 months ago

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FFWAD 24 - Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn

For my first foray into this yearly celebration with @renegadeguild, I picked the brilliant and fantastic story, Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn. Misa has taken the fantastic AU premise 'What if Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce had kids?' and has run with it in the most delicious and satisfying way. The story isn't complete, but the first 'arc' has a good stopping point at a whopping 160k words, which made for the chonkiest book you could imagine.

This was the twelth book I've bound (both fic and rebinds of old favorites) and I tried several new techniques for it including rounding and backing the spine. I also stretched my legs in the formatting department and went all in with the interior. That meant ordering some special springhill paper to do these fantastic maps for the endpages. Full details behind the cut!

Typesetting: Normally I've kept my settings pretty minimal as I got used to the ins and outs of InDesign (during this, I did purchase Affinity Publisher and might end up moving to that, but I'm finally getting the hang of ID and you can pry it from my cold hands). I really wanted to mimic some of the interior of Fire & Blood for this, so I hunted down the fonts used and took an image of the decorative banner you see on the sides to use for the chapter openers. I also wanted to include timelines and family trees in true historically inspired fantasy tradition.

The family tree was created based off of the author's spreadsheet in Google Drawing, which I found to be the easiest thing to use when it comes to creating chaotic family trees like this (In the past I'd used lucid chart for a printable version, but google worked better here).

the timeline is honestly my favorite thing and I learned how to use tables in ID for the first time. I'm incredibly pleased with it. The formatting is based upon the line of kings in the source. The timeline covers the events of the first arc as printed in this particular story.

The chapter openers are some of my favorite! As the children are proud to be House Royce, I wanted to reflect that. The runes you see behind the Chapter number and title are the Floki font and name the character whose the POV for each chapter.

Since there's plenty of High Valyrian spoken and the author doesn't include the translations within narrative, it was the perfect moment to set up footnotes. I'll absolutely be doing this for my own story when I bind it!

Rounding and Backing: So this was a total adventure, but I really wanted the old book feel. I made the mistake of pressing the book for too long and lost a lot of the swell in the spine to round but it worked out AND I managed to back it a little bit. Since I wasn't doing cord tapes for the spine (this was a version of the three piece bradel), I had to troubleshoot. I ended up cutting strips of the leather cord I bought from michaels and laminating those pieces together and placing them on the oxford hollow on the spine (given how thick the book is, I wanted to give it as much structural strength as possible). The 'leather' covering you see is actually the craft leather (polyester) from Dollar Tree and it's pretty awesome but definitely has difficulties staying put with glue. I followed the normal procedure and slathered both sides up and used twine to compress the bookcloth along those leather pieces. there's a little gaping in some places which I think would help if I'm able to properly apply backing paper to the polyester.

HTV do's and don'ts: Hi! don't be me and forget to apply your teflon sheets before applying the HTV because then you fuck with the polyester but it's not too bad. The other pro-tip is to gently apply the iron to the cover so it's warm before applying the HTV so it can start to stick. I had to apply the front cover in three pieces and do the title twice. Also, it's really difficult to apply HTV to a rounded spine so I'll have to figure out how to set up the spine and cover before applying (since there's a certain amount of stretching the bookcloth over the spine). The spine might end up having to be regular adhesive vinyl for that. Also, it's stupidly hard to find metallic HTV in bronze.

Front matter and final thoughts: The bronze dragon was a lucky find through an extensive google search, and the runes surrounding it are 'we remember with fire and blood', a combination of House Royce and House Targaryen's words. Seems fitting four Yorick, Ella, and Aemon! The copyright page is mimicked off the source's style, including the AO3 information, the creative commons and fair use information, the guild stamp, a QR code to the AO3 page, and my own press stamp! The summary is pulled from AO3 as well.

All in all, I made this book twice and I loved it and learned so much every time.

I'm so happy with this project and I'm so excited to do the next arc! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful story, Misa!

#bookbinding #my bookbinding #renegadelovesfic #fanbinding #ffwad #house of the dragon #hotd fic #misa tag

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agirlandherkinks · 11 months ago

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Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

#hypnosis #tgtf #brain drain #breast expansion #hip expansion #ass expansion #hypnok1nk #bimboification #expansion #ally's kinks

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jumpingjoltiks · 3 months ago

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I want sugar daddy submas but a date with emmet. I feel like after a fancy lunch. They went to buy luxury furniture. And emmet asks the reader to decorate their house or room in ways that she wants it to be. And when the reader is choosing what sofa goes best in the living room (or her room) Emmett is just imaging all the kinds of things he can do with you on that sofa (and whether that sofa is good for sexy time.) when looking at all the mirror he just thinks about how he can f you in front of the mirror and see all the angle

Anon, I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long to answer, but it has been eating at my brain for the entire time it's been sitting in my inbox and I really wanted to get it right. I hope what I finally came up was worth the wait!

Luxuries

Summery: Emmet takes you furniture shopping for the twin's summer house. Certain unspoken presumptions and misunderstandings in your relationship with the twins come to light. A little angst with a happy ending 💕

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Emmet x Reader (GN), Implied Sugar Daddy!Ingo x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Minors Begone!), Sugar Daddy-esque relationship (and the consequences and implications of such), smut, dirty fantasies, personal and financial insecurities.

After a wonderful morning of trying on clothes and being spoiled to death by Ingo, Emmet meets both of you at a small diner. You’ve never even heard of this place but the atmosphere here is incredibly cozy.

The whole interior is a beautiful, solid hardwood, and each covered table is set up against a curtained window that lets in the light. The booths, far from the cheap vinyl you're used to in diners, are instead actual loveseats made with real leather. The tile floor below you is a lovely dark green, which makes the isle in between tables look like an emerald sea.

“I didn’t think you’d like a place like this. It’s very vintage.” And fancy. You think. This is like no diner you've ever been to.

“That’s because it’s been in business for nearly a century.” Ingo says as he takes the seat across from you, “We’ve been coming here since we first started at Gear Station.”

He sets a small bag under the table. It contains a wonderfully soft cardigan you'd found on a sale rack on your way out of the tailor's. Its price tag could have fed you for two weeks, but Ingo insisted on buying it for you anyway.

It's absurd to feel weird over a cardigan, you tell yourself, especially when it was the cheapest thing bought for you today. You put on a brave face at the tailor’s, mostly because there was someone else already there, but you’re really not used to having so much money to use on whatever you want.

Maybe that was it. The rest of the beautiful, beautiful clothes could be excused as a business expense, like a uniform for a job. But the cardigan, that was for you only. There was no getting around that.

Emmet's voice startles you out of your thoughts, and all of a sudden you're back in the diner.

“Yup yup! This building used to be the dining carriage on the luxury cross-regional line.” Emmet explains, sliding in next to you. His whole expression is aglow with happiness. You’ve come to understand that different smiles mean different things with him. This one shines with warmth. “They have done a lot of work to preserve and recreate as much as they can. These are even the same kind of chairs and tables they used back then!”

“I never even knew this was here…” You take a moment to marvel at the intricate wallpaper and polished wooden walls and try very hard not to think about how much has already been spent today.

“It’s a real gem, don’t you think?” Ingo’s eyes are sparkling. He looks so happy just to share this with you. “Everything here is wonderful as well. Please take a look at the menu and order whatever you’d like. It’s on us.”

~~~

If the twin’s choice of lunch surprised you, Emmet’s choice of where to take you on a date shocks you even more.

“Is this… a furniture store?”

“Mhmm!” Emmet watches your expression carefully. “I know it is unusual. But I want your help picking out some pieces for my and Ingo’s summer house. We have to host a bunch of parties this year. You’ll be spending a lot of time there with us and we want you to be comfortable.”

To his credit, Emmet doesn’t mention a thing about wanting to buy furniture for your place. He’s never been inside (truthfully, he doesn’t even know where you live), but judging from what Elesa’s told him about your lifestyle, it could probably use something nicer. And he would love to give it to you.

“But shouldn’t Ingo be here for that too?”

“Hmmmm, no. We have verrry similar tastes. And we both trust your sense of style, so he agreed to let us go together.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You still look unsure, but Emmet doesn’t seem to notice. He takes you by the hand and your heart flutters inside your chest.

“Full steam ahead!”

~~~

Calling the store massive is an understatement. Even in a city like Nimbasa, you've never seen anything like this.

It's like a labyrinth in here. Every way you turn is a new room full of a setup of furniture. Some of them are kitchens with huge sinks and granite countertops. Others are elaborate dining rooms with tables set for fifty. The ones Emmet most wants to explore are the living rooms.

Maybe this can be a good opportunity to get to know him after all. While browsing a whole wall full of chairs, you ask about his decorating style and preferences.

"Ingo and I like a modern look. It fits with our professional image, so it’s good for places we have to host in." His expression seems reserved, despite his smile.

You think back to how much they loved the old, vintage dining car, and wonder if sticking to a modern 'professional image' can be joined with what they actually like in practice.

Your eyes scan over the chairs, and you find a dark brown, almost black leather piece toward the center. It's traditional, in that the upholstery is very classic, but the lines are crisp and sharp, modern. You don't think it would look out of place in either scenario. You point it out.

"What about that one?"

Emmet brings a hand to his chin, considering, silent. You're worried you may have made a mistake until he quite suddenly turns around and marches across the room. He stops in front of a matched pair of very modern, round side tables, one black and one white, accented with marble tops and gold trim.

"A pair of those chairs with these tables could fill a nook by one of the windows." He says. "Verrry nice. An excellent combination!"

"That would be so cozy! It would be a nice place to sit and talk for a while." You say, excited that he's on board. "A rug under them all would help mark the space as its own little area.”

"Yes!" He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Let's mark these down and remember to look at rugs later. For now, couches."

~~~

There are almost as many couches in this place as there are chairs.

At one point, Emmet grabs your hand and pulls you down onto a loveseat with him to test it out. It's very comfy. Comfier still with you cuddled up under his arm.

Across from you both is a mirror on a large wall. It’s beautiful, with golden leaves and flowers surrounding the frame. In it, Emmet can see you curled into his side. He sees your reflection turn and gaze up at him. The look in your eyes is like he hung the stars. He wants you to always look at him like that.

How easy would it be, to turn his head and kiss you? His lips would fit against yours perfectly. He’s thought about it so many times already. In the dead of night. In the quiet morning. In the dull monotony of the work day. He wonders how you would react. Would you swoon against him, melt into him like he was made for you? His hand has already found its way to your waist. One quick tug, and you'd fall right into his lap - where you belong.

You'd sigh as his lips ghost their way down your neck. He'd trail kisses across your shoulders like rain. You’d gasp at the rough texture of his sideburns against your sweet, soft skin. He’d nip, maybe even bite. Ingo had gotten you those clothes in black… he’d have to mark you in other ways. In places only he could see.

Emmet thinks of his hand slipping across your neck to give a gentle squeeze. You’d shudder in his arms and your eyes would slip closed. His hand would slide down across your chest. Lower. Lower. He feels you breathe against him. The fluttering of your heartbeat. Lower. To the waist of your pants. He’d stop, rubbing his thumb against the line where clothing meets skin, until your hand wraps around his and shows him exactly what you want.

He’d look up from where he sucks dark bruises onto your shoulder. Silver eyes blown dark with lust would meet yours through the reflection. You’d watch yourself become the very image of desperation as he worked you. You would see how he took you apart piece by piece and built you back together with only his touch. The jerking of your hips against his hand. The friction driving you to a squirming mess against him. You’d be laid out before him in the mirror like a feast.

"Emmet..." Your voice is like honey to his ears. A voice on the breeze that whispers, begs for more. He’d give you anything. Everything. "Emmet..."

…

"Emmet, are you there?"

He snaps out of his trance. Just like that, the dream is gone. He's back in the furniture store with you sitting next to him.

"I am Emmet. I was lost on a train of thought. What were you saying?"

“This chair is nice, but I don’t know about the color. I wanted to know what you think.”

“I think we should get this mirror.”

“The mirror?” You look baffled, and turn to make a face at your reflection. It doesn’t really seem like his style, “Why?”

“I like the view I’m seeing in it.”

~~~

Emmet circles a huge sectional. It’s been presented with a luxurious, dark grey fabric. His hands sweep across the back and he notes that even the top is cushioned. There’s so much room, he could fuck you in a different position on it every day for a month and still have opportunities for more. The prospect has merit…

He shakes himself out of it. Any more daydreaming, and you’ll start to get worried about him. Besides, as much as he wants it to be, your relationship isn’t like that with them. Not yet.

“What about this couch?” He asks as you take a seat. You bounce as you plop down, and his fingers tighten indistinguishably on the upholstery.

Its humiliating for you to think about how this couch wouldn't even fit in your apartment. It’s lovely, really. And very nice to sit on. It's even softer than your bed! But it’s far too big for your little studio, (if you could even call a space so small a studio. You’re pretty sure Elesa's closet is bigger than your apartment).

“It’s really comfy! Will it work in your summer house?”

“It might be a little small…” He thinks aloud, coming around the side to drop next to you. Emmet leans back, putting his feet up onto the ottoman in front. “We could add a few more sections to it. It would look nice in the conversation pit. Or…”

He turns to you with a look on his face that’s clearly trying to be nonchalant.

“We could always get it for your place.”

You nearly choke. “My place?” You look away, trying to control your expression. There’s no way that would work. It couldn’t even fit it through the door. You try to keep your voice measured, throw in a small laugh, “I don’t know about that…”

“If you do not like it, there are lots of other things here. We could always find something else.”

Emmet says it like buying something like this for you is nothing. And for him, maybe it is. It occurs to you that you don’t really know much about their lives at all, or how well off they actually are. Maybe they really did go through life not even thinking about what it cost them.

Meanwhile, your funds have been so low that you haven’t even thought about replacing the ratty old futon you’ve had since college. There are a million other things that you’re more concerned about than your comfort - like fixing your car, or paying off your school debts, or how until recently, you struggled to afford just surviving from one month to another.

“Um.. maybe. Why don’t we take a look in the next room.”

Anything to get away from this couch.

~~~

Emmet’s warm smile has fallen. His lips are pursed and there’s a furrow in his brow, like how he looks when trying to come up with battle strategies. You pick at your cuticles. Silence stretches out in between you two like an impassible river. Emmet has always been quieter than his brother, but it’s never been like this before.

“You said you have a conversation pit in your summer home?” You ask, trying to kickstart the conversation again. He’d also said you’d be spending time there, so… “When will I get to visit?”

And you pray the answer is still soon.

Some tension seems to leave him as he answers, “We usually host two parties for the season. Ingo and I would love you to be there for both,”

“I’d like that!” You answer, a little too quickly. But he seems to take it well. He almost looks relieved, and that comforts you as well.

Once you’ve broken the ice, conversation flows easily between you two once more. In fact, you’re both doing really well together! Your chatter is lighthearted, sometimes even boldly teasing, and though you have to hustle to keep up with his long legs and purposeful stride, you find he keeps looking toward you, like he wants to make sure you’re still with him. It’s endearing.

Until he tries to buy you another couch. Another wave of shame crests over you – it’s so powerful that you can’t think of what to do or how to save this moment without losing it. And it was going so well, too!

“Emmet, please stop. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you should buy this.”

“What, why?” He seems baffled, like he can’t figure out what you mean, “Is the color wrong? You shouldn’t worry. We can get it redone to fit your tastes.”

“I- no. That’s not- I just wouldn’t be comfortable with it.”

“But… it’s very comfortable?” Emmet looks confused, “The cushions are plenty soft. You just said so.”

“No, no. I mean, I don’t feel comfortable with you buying something like this for me!”

"But that’s why we're here. You deserve to be comfortable."

He pauses for a moment, as if struck by something.

"Are you not comfortable? With Ingo and I buying you things?"

You pause. Today has been a lot, with Ingo taking you to such a fancy, expensive tailor and Emmet wanting to buy you all of this new furniture. It’s so much money. More than you’ve ever had to spend on your own. But truthfully, it’s nice too. To be able to look at something and not have to worry about what it cost. To just decide you can have it, no matter what it was.

And it was nice, SO nice, to have people who wanted to give it to you.

"It's been really nice. But…" You sit down on the nearest couch, eyes facing downward as you try to put together the words to express how you’re feeling without choking.

But at what cost? You’re not naive. You know that this relationship is transactional. Every debt will have to be paid eventually. Once it’s all wrung up, what will the price on your shoulders be?

You’re scared that soon the spell will be broken. The debt collector will come knocking and demand something you can’t give. What will you do then, stuck with a price you can’t bear to pay and no way to back out? It’s terrifying. Would Ingo and Emmet do that to you? You’ve known them long enough to think that they probably wouldn’t, but how can you really be sure? How can you be sure of anything?

Emmet carefully sits across from you, patiently waiting for your next words.

“I don’t know why you’re both… It’s all so much, and I don’t know what you’re expecting from me in exchange for all of this.” Your expression is worried, almost scared.

Emmet feels his veins turn to ice. He suddenly feels like how he did as a child, making a rookie mistake in a battle and finding out how quickly and badly things could backfire on him. This was the last impression he or Ingo ever wanted to give.

"We are not buying you things because we want something from you. We wanted to do this for you because we like seeing you happy. You should have nice things." Your eyes are watery. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you. “We only want you to be happy. Is that hard to believe?”

Emmet knows now that the game is almost up. The three of you are going to have to sit down and talk about your relationship – it’s all too quickly growing out of the convenient agreement it started as and into something more. They want to give you more, but Emmet realizes that they shouldn’t have assumed you’d just accept without talking it through first. You were so much more than what you could give to them. Yet somewhere along the way he and Ingo had both failed to consider how you might make assumptions about their intentions.

And then there’s the matter of their attraction to you. Emmet likes you. Wants you. They both do. But they can’t stand the idea of you thinking they’re buying you. Love that is an obligation is not what they want. It is so much more than that for them.

“I am Emmet. And I am sorry. I should have known it was too much to offer.” He says as you wipe your eyes. “I am serious though. Neither Ingo or I would ever expect anything like that.”

“I-” You take a deep breath, “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I should have told you how I was feeling sooner.”

Emmet reaches out and takes your hand in his. This time, you don’t pull away.

“Do you think we could start our date over?” He asks. You look at him and know that if you said no right now, he would take you home and everything would still be okay. “What if we just did something fun together instead? The amusement park is still open.”

You laugh through the last of your tears. “I’d like that. Can we ride the ferris wheel?”

He rubs a thumb over your knuckles.

“That sounds perfect.”

~~~

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what-even-is-thiss · 3 months ago

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I had a big crush on penny until I married her. I honestly thought her arc was going to be finally becoming free of her mother and realizing that holding herself up to the ideal of a Perfect Selfless Caregiver was useless and harmful and that marrying her and getting her into a place of independence where she isn't obligated to take care of anyone would help her thrive. And then she. Didn't. And it was almost disappointing that she started asking for kids and kept talking about her mom and she didn't have an arc, like, at all.

After marrying Maru, and being aware of Shane's arc, I was expecting her to. Grow and change as a person I guess? But she just really didn't? I think you're right to not really care for her, even if I do love her. I just wish she was more than jk Rowling's idea of a perfect selfless mother-caretaker who never asks for anything. I want her to be selfish

I don’t dislike Penny. I think she’s a good choice for people who want a homemaker type spouse. And for some people the way they get out of an abusive relationship is through moving in with a romantic partner. It might be some people’s fantasy to marry someone like Penny. Have kids, pull a woman that can do interior decorating, date a teacher. Some people are into teachers.

I’m just like not into women or a more traditional setup and her infamous 2 heart scene is there so I just find it funny to call her a criminal. Because she kind of is. Arguably the most good kind pure smol bean girl in the entire game shoved that old man. She shoved that old man. And that’s awful and serious but also kind of funny to constantly bring up in my opinion.

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lilacmingi · 8 months ago

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU: JUNGKOOK’S ENDING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Word count: 1,480

Pairing: White rabbit!Jungkook x fem reader

Note: There’s no taglist for the separate endings. If you haven’t read the series yet, you can find the intro here or find it on my masterlist which is linked at the end of the imagine

Every single one of them were amazing and beyond perfect, but your heart seemed to be pulled towards one of them in particular.

You thought back to when you saw Jungkook and how he was the first one you met even before falling down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland. Images of him ravishing your neck with kisses brought an intense heat to your cheeks as your eyes drifted over to him.

"You're all certain that you won't get angry?" You inquired before revealing your answer.

"We're sure." Taehyung smiled warmly. "Your happiness is all that matters to us."

"Go ahead. Pick one." Yoongi urged gently.

"I can see you already have someone in mind." Namjoon said. "So just say it."

You nodded and took in a deep breath. "I choose Jungkook."

Jungkook's face lit up and his bunny ears perked as soon as his name left your lips. Unable to contain his excitement, he ran up and embraced you in a night hug, momentarily lifting you off the ground.

"I love you, Y/n. I love you so much." He murmured while rocking the both of you back and forth.

"I love you too."

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with you, tugging your body closer to his.

"We're gonna be so happy together." He whispered as he inched closer to your lips.

As much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew there were six other people standing nearby.

Before you could stop Jungkook on your own, someone cleared their throat, causing him to pull away.

"Save that for the bunny cottage." It was Yoongi that spoke.

"Sorry." The tips of Jungkook's ears turned pink from embarrassment. "I got carried away."

"Well that settles it." Jin smiled warmly. "I suppose we should all go our separate ways."

"We all need to keep in touch." Jimin mentioned.

"I'm having a tea party tomorrow! You all should join." Taehyung piped up.

"You have a tea party every day. What's new?" Yoongi remarked.

"We can always find something else to do together. I promise we won't lose touch. I'll make sure of it." Hoseok assured.

"Me too." Jimin agreed.

"Alright. We should probably let these two get on down the road and stop holding them up." Namjoon said.

The boys pulled both you and Jungkook into an embrace, everyone saying their goodbyes and promising to meet up and stay in contact on a regular basis.

Giving a final wave to the group, you left Jin's castle and started making your way to your new home. Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, your feet shuffling along the cracked stone pathway that led away from the towering castle and out into the vast valley of Wonderland.

"You okay?" Jungkook tilted his head cutely.

"Yeah. Just nervous. This is a big change."

"You're happy though, right?"

"Yes. Very happy." You smiled. "It's a big change, but it's one that I'm looking forward to."

"Good. It shouldn't take us very long to get there."

"I'm so excited."

"Me too. I think you'll like it a lot."

A few minutes passed before you came upon a quaint cottage with blue bellflowers planted on either side of the front entrance and small clumps of moss growing on the roof making it look like a fairy cottage from a fantasy book. What you were seeing was nothing like what you had pictured.

Jungkook stepped forward and took it upon himself to open the door for you.

"After you, sweetheart."

The nickname made your heart thump as you kept your composure and stepped inside.

What you saw almost took your breath away. The interior was decorated cozily, setting a warm and comfortable atmosphere that made you feel right at home.

"Did you decorate this place yourself?" You asked, looking around at the small plants scattered about the living room area.

"I did." He grinned proudly.

"It's so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." Jungkook's voice sounded from right beside your ear, his fingers brushing your hair back so he could trail kisses up your neck.

Your eyelids slid closed and you leaned back against him while simultaneously presenting more of your neck so he had more room to ravish you with his soft lips.

"I'm so lucky." He hummed as his hands slid around your waist.

Two weeks later

You stood at the stove flipping the last batch of pancakes, the warm scent wafting into the air and filling the small kitchen. A fond smile colored your features while you pulled cups and plates from the cabinets. You absolutely adored Jungkook's little cottage. It was cute, cozy, and the perfect size for the both of you to live in. The kitchen, though small, was equipped with all the necessities while taking up a minimal amount of space.

You rolled up the sleeves on Jungkook's shirt which you currently donned and plated the pancakes. The white dress shirt you wore fit him perfectly, though it was a little tight around the sleeves due to his massive biceps. However, the garment looked huge on you, the hem of it reaching your mid to upper thigh.

The faint sound of bare feet padding against the hardwood floors reached your ears moments before a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist.

"Good morning." A groggy Jungkook murmured, his morning voice sending a not-so-subtle shiver down your spine.

"Good morning, bun." You reached back to tousle his long hair which was no doubt a mess.

"You made pancakes? That's so sweet of you." He placed a kiss to your cheek.

"It's nothing." You fought back a smile, turning your head just enough to where Jungkook couldn't see you getting flustered.

His strong hands gripped your waist and spun you around to face him. It was then that you took notice of the fact that he didn't have a shirt on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

In the two weeks you had been living with Jungkook, seeing him shirtless wasn't an uncommon sight, but you still managed to get flustered every time you saw his exposed torso. It drove you crazy. His broad chest and tiny waist were always capturing your attention, drawing you in like a magnet.

When your eyes met Jungkook's, he smirked at you. It was then that you realized you were (very obviously) staring at his physique and you had been caught.

"Something catch your eye?" He inquired, quirking a sharp brow.

Your eyes avoided his which made him take your chin between his fingers, turning your gaze back to him. A mixture of desire and adoration swirled behind his darkening eyes.

"What are you staring at, beautiful?" He asked.

You responded with a meek, "Nothing."

"C'mon, darling. You can tell me. I am your boyfriend, after all." He spoke lowly, leaning in so close that you could feel his breath tickling your neck.

"You know what I was staring at." You responded.

He feigned innocence. "No I don't."

You swallowed.

"Why don't you show me?"

That cheeky little comment lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

Two can play at that game.

Bringing your hand to his upper chest, you placed your palm onto his skin before slowly sliding it down the valley of his chest, one of his bunny ears twitching lightly in response. Your hand moved lower to his stomach, your fingertips trailing over his abs, causing his eyelids to flutter.

"I was staring at all this, big boy." You responded in a sultry tone.

That was all it took to make him snap.

He closed the gap between your faces and attacked your lips with his own, biting harshly at them before taking your bottom lip between his. Your hands flew up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of the long, inky strands, tugging on his locks every once in a while, eliciting small sighs and grunts from him.

Kisses with Jungkook were always dizzying and left you in a haze of bliss. The man was full of passion and never failed to remind you of that.

The tips of your fingers brushed against the base of his bunny ears, causing him to release a sigh into your mouth. Unable to keep them in one place for too long, your hands traveled down along his broad chest and across his torso, feeling every dip and curve of his toned body. In turn, he pressed you against the cabinets, caging your smaller form with his much larger one.

"Jungkook." You sighed out when your lips parted ways, your breaths coming out in shallow huffs.

"Mmm what?" He hummed, kissing you again.

"The pancakes are going to get cold."

"Why have pancakes when I have something sweeter right in front of me?" He murmured, latching his lips to yours once again.

You eventually got around to eating breakfast, just after a long and heated make out session.

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hxlcycnx · 5 months ago

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closed starter || mira and robb

she didn’t have any second thoughts when she entered the apartment. the bland decor and the too-organized interior screamed everything robb. which was precisely why she was here. he didn’t know when he would get home, for all she knew he could be hours. she decided to get comfy.

she explored for a bit. moved a few decorations just slightly out of place, tilted a few picture frames, got cozy on his bed to watch tv, before finally decided to steal a book from his bookshelf. and that’s how he found her. sitting on his couch, reading his books, in nothing but one of his oh-so-neatly-pressed button down shirts that was getting wrinklier by the second.

“you have horrible taste in literature.” she greeted as he walked through the door, not bothering to look up from the book. “like really, who reads this stuff for fun? you could have at least shelved a few good fantasy books for me to find.”

@allthatglxtters

#interactions. mira #c. mira + robb the protector #w. emilie

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anticidic · 4 months ago

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The urge I have in any game that allows decorating/interior design and I just recreate scenes from bsd like what a fucking nerd I am

I'm not designing a Bar Lupin and cafe Uzumaki in final fantasy no.....

also THERE'S A WOH MOD WITH DAZAI AND I'M?

😭 he's so majestic in pixels

#rambling #my bsd obsession following me everywhere i go because yeah why not

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your-divine-ribs · 3 months ago

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Forbidden Part 29

Words: 4.1k

As requested for smutty Sunday // warnings: Prof Van is a menace, degradation, overstimulation, it’s pretty dirty 🖤

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"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"Me too," you murmur, your voice sounding tiny and fearful, like a little girl who's just wandered unsuspectingly into a lion's den. Except you're not unsuspecting. You walked into this willingly.

"Good," he replies with a smile which quickly fades, turning serious. "Because I need to know that you want this before anything happens, that's really important. I need your permission... your consent."

He enunciates the last word. Quiet descends. He keeps you locked in his gaze, his eyes slipping down briefly to hungrily appraise you before they travel back up. You wonder what's going through his mind, what he has planned for you. Your head swirls with filthy thoughts and dark fantasies but you know damn well it's the not knowing that's the biggest thrill of all. You'd blindly consent to absolutely anything right now and he knows it.

"I'm in," you breathe out quietly, trying with all your might not to show your nerves even though your insides are trembling like a leaf in the breeze. "I'm..." you pause to clear your throat which is choked up. "I'm yours... all yours. I'll do anything you want. You can do anything you want."

That makes him smile. "You can trust me you know," he says, finally pushing himself off from the door and stepping towards you. "I won't hurt you... well, not too bad anyway," he adds with a smirk before stepping past you. You sense him pausing behind you. "I know you love all of that you dirty girl."

Fuck... your panties are already drenched and he's not even touched you yet.

"Come with me... I have a surprise for you," he says, an air of mystery carrying to you as you turn to watch him walk through a doorway further down the hall.

You follow on, your heart racing as your mind runs wild with visions of him leading you to some secret bdsm sex dungeon that he's had installed in his basement, so when you enter a large tastefully decorated living room you allow yourself to breathe once again.

"Wow you have a beautiful home," you murmur conversationally, wondering whether small-talk's appropriate in this situation. "All this stuff, it's gorgeous... looks old... but kinda timeless if you know what I mean. What's the word I'm looking for? Classic, that's it."

You take in the expensive looking hand-crafted furniture and the impressive art hanging on the walls, wondering whether Van had much hand in the interior decorating or whether it was all Kathleen.

Don't think about her!

You try to shunt the unwelcome thought from your mind but it's impossible. You are in their home after all. You quickly scan the surroundings for a trace of her, maybe a scarf or a handbag slung over a chair or even a photo of the two of them displayed, anything which would show Van shared this space with his fiancée but you come up with a blank. Everything seems neat and ordered, like a show home. The only thing remotely out of place is a solitary chair sitting in the middle of the room with a jacket draped over it and a huge frame hanging on the wall at the far end covered with a dust sheet. You just pray there's not a giant framed portrait of the happy couple underneath. The thought makes you nauseous.

"Thank you," Van says graciously. "I like to surround myself with beautiful things. I collect antiques, I source them from all over. I've always got my eye out for the next piece." He turns towards the frame, reaching up to tuck his fingers around the corner of the sheet. "I actually picked this up earlier today. I think you'll like it. You were on my mind when I bought it if you must know."

This stuns you and you can't keep the shock out of your voice. "Me?"

"Yes you." He tugs the sheet and it falls away to reveal a huge mirror with a gold gilt frame, the silver surface reflecting an image of you both back. It's so large it practically fills the wall and expands nearly down to the floor. You're no expert on antiques but you can tell by the ornately carved baroque frame and the tarnished gold that it's old and therefore likely cost a small fortune. You blow out a breath through pursed lips, impressed.

"Must have cost you a few quid," you marvel. You surreptitiously check out your reflection whilst you have the chance, silently thanking Lizzie for her suggestion as your glossy cherry red lips pout seductively back at you.

"Excellent craftsmanship like this doesn't come cheap," Van says, hands running over the frame appreciatively. His lips quirk into a smile. "But I think it's worth it, particularly on this occasion."

Why's he talking so mysteriously? You decide to probe him further, pointing at his new purchase. "It's gorgeous, but ... errr... what's it got to do with me? I don't understand."

He turns to fully face you. "You will. You like to be on display don't you? You like to be looked at... watched." He moves towards you and you tense, half expecting... or hoping... that he'll pounce on you, but to your surprise he moves past. "Well, I like to watch too."

You're still puzzled, heart fluttering like crazy in anticipation. You shift where you stand, trying to stand tall and confident, lifting your chin proudly as he moves around you. He's circling you like prey, making you feel small and vulnerable. You're in his territory now and he wants you to feel that, the imbalance of power that he thrives on. It makes you ache for him all the more.

"Take off your clothes," he says suddenly and your jaw almost hits the floor.

"What? Right now?"

"Yes right now, was my instruction not simple enough for you?" He's in front of you again, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling his sleeves up to the elbows. He watches you whilst he does it, hardness etched into his features. The intensity of his gaze makes twisted exhilaration writhe in your gut. It conveys a promise of punishment... a promise of a good time.

You hesitate for a moment before your shaky fingers reach down to grip the hem of your dress. The same dress you'd taken a ridiculous amount of time deciding on wearing, agonising over the entire contents of your wardrobe, wondering what Van would find you prettiest in. Five minutes through the door and he wants you out of it. You weren't expected to get softly wooed over a candlelit meal but even so you were hoping for a chance to tease.

"Don't test my patience," he warns sternly. "I thought we'd agreed you needed to be taught how to behave. You'd be wise to start doing as you're told."

"Yes Sir," you answer meekly, dutifully tugging the dress upwards. Over your thighs, your hips, your midriff, your chest, then over your head where it gets cast into a heap on the floor and you're standing before him in your favourite lingerie set, deep burgundy satin and delicate lace. But even that doesn't seem to impress him.

"All of it," he orders sharply, gesturing with a hand. This time you don't hesitate, reaching around to unclasp your bra and letting it fall to the floor at your feet. His composure slips then, but barely, his eyes roaming over your breasts as he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip. "And your panties too..." he pauses to smile devilishly. "I'm surprised you're actually wearing any for once."

This makes you crack a grin, and you do as instructed, sliding the silky material down your hips and bending to step out of them. You go to kick off your heels but he demands that you keep them on and you mentally thank Lizzie once again. You certainly look a hell of a lot sexier standing there bare in your strappy stilettos than you would in a pair of old battered converse.

You've been naked in front of Van several times before but that doesn't make you feel any more at ease. The fact that he's fully dressed in contrast and the intensity with which he scrutinises you fires you up, self-consciousness engulfing you. You don't have time to dwell on it though or cover yourself with your hands. He steps swiftly forward, slipping behind you, cool fingers snaking around your hips. As he pulls you flush against his body and starts to walk you backwards, sinking into the chair and taking you down with him his filthy intentions start to become clear. The silvery reflection of the mirror captures everything in crystal clear precise detail. There's nowhere to hide.

"You've been a bad girl Y/N... a very bad girl. And we both know what happens to bad girls, don't we?"

As he talks his touch skates lightly down your sides and hips to along your outer thighs before dipping in between, firmly pushing your legs apart. You resist for all of about two seconds before you let your legs go slack and he spreads them wide, hooking his feet around your ankles so they're pushed firmly against the chair legs. You can see the wetness glimmering between your thighs and you squirm in embarrassment, dipping your head, shying away from your reflection.

"They get... punished?" You whisper, your voice shaky and breathless with the amount of adrenaline thrumming through your veins.

"Yes, that's right. Yes they do."

Christ... what have you signed yourself up for here? You're so wound up so tight you feel like you could fucking explode. You don't know what to do with your hands, fingers flexing nervously in your lap before reaching down to brush against his thighs and then finally finding the wood of the seat of the chair, nails digging in in an attempt to stave off some of your nervous energy. Van has other ideas and you gasp out loud as he roughly grabs your wrists, pulling them together at the small of your back. You hear a metallic clink before you catch sight of a pair of handcuffs which he snaps into place, rendering you even more helpless.

An airy whimper escapes your lips and he pulls you even further back against his chest, a hand wrapping around the base of your throat, firm and controlling. He tilts your head upwards so that you'll meet his dark-eyed penetrating gaze in the mirror head on. It makes you shiver with nerves and arousal... it makes your pussy literally throb.

"Just look at you," he croons into your ear, thumb stroking across the expanse of your neck where you can feel your pulse skittering wildly. "Pretty as a picture. All spread out for me."

You have no choice but to look at the depraved display before you, your skin crawling hotly with arousal and humiliation, your cunt clenching around nothing.

"No matter how many times I make you come you always want more. Seems to me that you just can't be satisfied... am I right?"

"No... I mean yes... I mean, I don't know, I really don't know Sir," you stumble, struggling to even think straight in your flustered state. You're completely at his mercy and it thrills you.

"You don't know? Well, let's find out shall we?"

The fingers from his free hand brush lightly over a nipple before he rolls it gently between his fingers and you're so on edge that your whole body spasms from the contact. He chuckles, eyes gleaming with mocking amusement at your responsiveness.

"Already so desperate for me. Pathetic. I'm gonna enjoy this. I'm gonna make you come over and over until you can't even remember your own name. That's what a desperate little slut like you deserves don't you think? Maybe I've not been giving this needy cunt enough attention."

His voice comes smooth with a cutting bite, gravel coated in honey as he coos directly into your ear, hungrily watching your reflection as a hand dips straight between your legs, parting your slick folds. He runs his index and middle finger teasingly up and down your slit, your arousal more apparent than ever. You're not just wet, you're drenched, your skin glossy and shimmering in the light.

"Perfect," he snickers darkly, face pressing into the side of your neck, breathing you in. "Always so wet for me. Good girl."

You can't speak, words and thoughts escaping you, your brain turned to mush. You wonder how it is that you can even still breathe, each inhale and exhale a struggle in your heightened state. He dips the tips of two fingers into you lightly, collecting your slick which he drags up to spread around your clit, pressing down and circling slowly in a way that makes you whine. You sound pitiful. Desperate. Needy. Electric sparks of pleasure radiate out through your body and you shudder. You know that you're not going to last. He's definitely not going to deny you tonight, it's the complete opposite. You should really try to hold on but it feels so blissful it's taking you all your restraint not to rut against his fingers like a mindless animal.

You can already feel the initial throes of your orgasm building deep inside, hot and wet, the pressure mounting inexorably. The rough pads of his fingertips slide quickly and slippery against your nub of nerves, his pace quickening steadily as your thighs start to quiver, your nails digging harshly into your palms. You didn't want to give too much of yourself too soon. You desperately wanted to hold something back, something that you could grasp on to, but it's impossible. It feels too good and the sight of you there in the mirror, pupils dilated with lust and legs spread wide and shamelessly tips you over the edge.

Your climax slams through your system in a harsh rush. It makes you moan out loud, body shaking as much as your restrained position will allow. Van watches on intently, a smirk on his lips which is half playful, half sadistic satisfaction and your heart pounds with dread and excitement at the knowledge that this will only be the first of many. His intentions to break you now are clear and you wouldn't want anything less.

"Got anything to say for yourself?" He says tauntingly as he spreads your cum all over your folds, your pussy slick and exposed in such a prone position.

"Errr.... thank you Sir..." you breathe uncertainly, your hips lifting pathetically to chase his touch even as it moves away.

"You always come so easily for me," he murmurs smugly. "You're gonna be a real mess so soon." You cringe as he thrusts his hand in your face, a silvery strand of your cum glistening in the light as he parts his index and middle finger.

"Well go on then... suck them clean like a good little slut." You do exactly as he commands, letting him push his sticky fingers past your lips. They press down firmly on your tongue, the invasion making you gag, your eyes instantly pricking with tears. Your lips instinctively firm around his fingers, sucking them in, loving the way they fill and stretch your mouth, the salty-sweetness of your own taste tart on your tongue.

"Aww you made yourself all pretty for me as well didn't you baby? Well let's just see how pretty you look when I'm done with you shall we?"

His burning gaze in the mirror follows the curve of your ripe red lips as he pulls his fingers nearly free before thrusting them in again, deeper this time, forcing a choked whine from you. Your carefully applied lipstick smears all over your lips and chin which is shiny with drool as he drives his fingers in over and over. They slip over your tongue, pushing right to the back of your throat, making you gag again. Tears pearl in your eyes before they overspill and begin to track down your cheeks, black rivulets of mascara further sullying you. You look a mess already. A fucked out slutty mess.

"Beautiful," he mutters in appreciation.

As much as you daydream about a hidden gentle side to Van that he might keep tucked away it's this side of him that thrills you the most. His merciless and cruel side, the one who takes the greatest pleasure in defiling you. And he's only just getting started.

"So now I wanna hear about what you've been up to," he says, pulling his fingers free suddenly, spittle dribbling down your chin in strings. "Wanna hear all about the fun you've been having without me."

He tugs roughly on a nipple before his hand dips straight back between your legs. He's not gentle, sinking his spit-soaked fingers straight into your cunt knuckle-deep without warning, the harsh action making you hiss. It punches the breath from your lungs with a high-pitched whine as you spasm and clench around him involuntarily. "Well... go on then... I'm waiting... tell me everything. Every little detail. But first I wanna know whose idea it was."

"It was all Johnny!" You blurt out quickly, struggling with your words as he begins to roughly piston his fingers in and out of you, catching a spot at each thrust that soon has your thighs trembling, tensing and burning in your taut position. "He took me... for a ride... he wanted it... he wanted it so bad. That's the only reason he picked me up." Sweat's breaking out in tiny beads all over your skin, your flesh lustrous and slick in the mirror as you writhe helplessly on his lap. Your eyes are glassy and glazed, struggling to focus.

"Is that so?" He mutters, the sneer on his lips telling you that he can see right through your lies, his reflection taunting you, daring you to defy him. "That's not how I think it went down... not at all. See if know you... and I'm pretty sure I have you all worked out... I think you were the instigator. I bet you offered yourself up to him like a cheap whore... hmm?" He increases his pace, fucking you mercilessly with his fingers until you can feel the ache blooming in your core, the swell of another climax rising rapidly as his thumb slides over your sensitive clit. He presses down in tune with your groans, circling it harsh and relentless.

"I didn't... I didn't... I swear... FUCK!" You gasp out, your words twisting into moans as the second climax rips through your body. It's even more intense than the first, liquid fire snaking through your veins as your body convulses before you go slack. You'd probably collapse if Van wasn't holding you upright, fingers from one hand still gripping your throat below your jaw so you're forced to watch the debauched show.

And this time he doesn't even give you a break, honing in on your sensitivity, hyper-focussed on your nub until you're sobbing and thrashing on his lap, your arse rubbing against his rock hard erection which only serves to turn you both on even more.

"Tell me the truth," he grunts sharply, fingers sliding up to grip your jaw as he feels resistance in your muscles. "Tell me the fucking truth or I swear you're gonna regret it."

You could tell him the truth. You consider it momentarily, but where's the fun in that? You both know damn well that you're lying and the more you needle him, the more furious he gets. The wilder his eyes, the rougher his actions, the harsher his words. You're biding your time, the crescendo of your punishment the ultimate temptation. When you reach it you don't want him to go easy on you.

"I was... ahhh... trying... fuck... trying so hard... to to be... good," you manage to croak out, your voice ruined, coming in snatches in between whines and whimpers. "I was thinking... about what you said... ahh shit... but he persuaded me... he begged me... I couldn't say no."

You can't take your eyes off his hands in the mirror, the shadows of his protruding veins, the tendons flexing in his wrists as he pumps his fingers into you. The sounds are absolutely obscene, sloppy and wet as your slick drips out of you, coating his fingers and soaking into his jeans. You'd probably feel utterly humiliated by the depraved display before you if you weren't so far gone.

"Fucking lies!" He growls, and suddenly he tears his hand away, reaching around to dig into the pocket of the jacket hanging on the chair. "Maybe this will jog your memory."

You're confused, blinking in surprise at the sudden reprieve, but your relief is short-lived as you see him pull a vibrator free. He switches it on quickly and before you can even draw a breath he's pressing it firmly against your swollen clit, shivers of intense pleasure shooting through you like fireworks.

"Fuck... Sir... please..." You whine but you never get to finish your sentence. Another orgasm overwhelms you, sharp and visceral, the sudden intensity pulling you under, your mind hazing over as Van presses the toy tight to your most sensitive spot, merciless as you shake and groan for him.

"Fucking hell... fucking hell... I can't... FUCK!" You babble mindlessly, eyes rolling back before they fall shut, the blackness behind your eyelids a tiny respite from the assault to your overwrought senses. You can't even tell whether you're in pleasure or pain anymore but it hardly matters, it all melds into one, a delicious combination that you succumb to willingly, drowning in blissful torture as you feel yourself unraveling. You try to speak... form something coherent, but a broken, pathetic whimper bubbles from your lips instead.

"Eyes open!" He orders you, his ragged breath hot on your neck, but instead of obeying you squeeze your eyes shut even firmer. You're sure he ramps up the vibrations to full throttle but you're too fucked out to tell. "I said open your fucking eyes Y/N! I'm not finished with you yet."

You're spiralling, your head lolling back against his shoulder, his chest hot as a furnace on your sticky back. You crack open your eyes just in time for another intense swell to obliterate you, the sensations from the vibrator harsh and ruthless against your clit, forcing your body into spasm after spasm. The blinding pleasure stretches on for so long you feel like you're losing your grip on all sense of time and reality. You're tender and sore like an exposed nerve and you sob like something broken, your vision blurry with tears.

You drag your eyes upwards in the mirror to look at Van. Even though you're the one being overstimulated he looks half-ruined himself, eyes hooded and glassy, cheeks flushed, hair dampened with sweat. His lips are slightly parted where they're pressed against the curve of your neck, his breathing heavy and laboured as he watches you with that luscious ice blue gaze like he wants to eat you alive, devour you right down to the bone until there's nothing left. You can feel the hardness of his cock, thick and warm and tempting pressing into your ass through his jeans. God you want him. You want him so bad.

"You're doing so good," he whispers, an unexpected soft tone as he presses his lips gently to your neck, finally shifting the vibrator away. "Think you can take more?"

You're pretty sure your body reached its limit an orgasm ago but you're too stubborn to tap out and besides... he's too fucking perfect like this. You feel like you're the sun at the centre of his universe, bright and burning up, incandescent. You don't think you ever want him to stop whilst he's looking at you like that.

You swallow hard, trying to anchor yourself. "I want it Sir... please. I've been bad. It was me... it was all me. I did it, I persuaded Johnny. I touched myself in front of him, I told him I wanted his cock. I begged him to fuck me. I'm nothing but a cheap dirty slut and I deserve to be punished for it."

He grips your jaw and tilts your face up to his, his gaze locking on to yours, sharp and dark and dangerous. Utterly irresistible. "It doesn't matter who you fuck Y/N, you're mine." His lips close over yours and he licks into your open mouth, kissing you deep and hard and possessive, only pulling away when you're gasping for breath. "And now I'm gonna show you exactly who you belong to."

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