#hold on let me visualize this for yall

[skeletalheartattack]

was struggling to stay asleep last night but i had a dream about the 7th issue TF2 comic finally releasing. sadly though i can't really remember anything regarding the comic (besides the fact that it was supposedly the longest comic out of all the issues), however... there was a portion of the dream where, i was either looking at the header for the update page that held the comic... or i was looking at the front page of the comic itself. it was just a lineup of the 9 classes in order, one next to the other, with everyone holding up a cardboard sign of sorts. i couldn't tell you for the life of me what the majority of them said, but i distinctly remember the Engineer holding up a sign that just said "THEY/THEM", but the 'THEY' was crossed out and replaced with 'BUILD UP', so all the sign said was "BUILD UP/THEM"

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Curse Your Name

𖤐❝Apricity❞𖤐

❥Vampire Ateez x fem reader

❝What is destined cannot be avoided.❞

Masterlist + Visualizers, Index

✫彡wordcount: 12k

(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see general warnings in the masterlist: slightly dubcon blood drinking (reader is drunk but chill with it), non-sexual semi nudity, deep emotions from blood drinking, smidge of hongjoong's backstory and its :(((, reader fighting with herself (soul vs mind). smut warnings: corruption kink so bad like soooo bad, clit and nipple stimulation, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, biting + blood sucking, heavyyy praise, light dacryphilia, first orgasm

➯a/n: MATZ DRINKING SCENE I TOLD YOU I WOULNT LEAVE YALL IN THE DARK ALSO BUCKLE TF UP YOOOO

✫bleeding hearts✫@spenceatiny18 @gigglensnort @londonbridges01 @soobieboobiebaby @klllerwaifu @stayatinykatsy @onyxmango @purple-bell @peachyscenes @emilysecresy @ninjakitty15 @imeverycliche @princelingperfect @tunafishyfishylike

❝Drink from me and live... forever.❞

MDNI.

𖤐❝Be gentle with our girl.❞𖤐

    "You smell so good," Seonghwa pants quietly as he yanks at the ribbon on the back of your dress.

He can hardly hold himself back from sinking his teeth into you. He has to remind himself to be gentle with you. "Like the sweetest fucking dessert. Oh, thank you. Sweet heavens, thank you."

    "C-careful, My King," you stumble, placing your hands against the wall for stability.

     The candles that Hongjoong light are the only source of illumination in your chambers. The sun is long gone. 

     "Come," Seonghwa pulls you to the center of the room, gathering up your skirt in his hands, "off with this already." He leaves a kiss to your jaw before he pulls the garment up and over your head; leaving you in your plain shift.

    Before you have the chance to even feel embarrassed, Hongjoong's hands are on your waist. "You've made the King so eager," he chuckles as he eyes the way he's breathing heavily, scanning your body like he can see through the fabric.

Seonghwa's eyes are glowing red in the dim light. "You are more beautiful than I have ever dreamt of. The Goddess has outdone herself in your creation." He hums as he leans and presses his nose to your jugular. Your heart is beating so violently that he swears he can feel it.

Apparently, praise isn't affective in making you swoon only if it comes from the Lieutenant.

Your hands find his shoulders with a mind of their own, your breaths short as Hongjoong leads you both to the bed.

Your shift slides up your thighs as you land on the Kings lap, one leg on either side of him. "Be gentle with our girl," Hongjoong coos as he slips the thin sleeve off of your shoulder, exposing your flesh for him as he watches with ruby eyes.

"Grentizia," Seonghwa prays as he tilts his head back, his chest heaving.

    "Drink from her neck," he tilts your head to the side gently, "it's her favorite. Isn't it, little one?"

    You hum affirmatively, leaning into the way he grips your hair carefully. You don't know what's come over you. A few days ago, you were hesitant to even let the trio that you first met drink from you — now you find yourself thinking that if any of the royals asked you nicely, you'd expose your veins without a single trace of hesitation.

You think it must be the wine — but in reality, being so close to them is already affecting your soul.

Your souls are mingling even if your mind is lagging behind.

And your soul is desperate to please.

   You gasp sharply as his teeth sink into your neck without warning. You grab onto his pink strands, grounding yourself as he feasts.

Hongjoong watches with something... fond, as Seonghwa runs through all of the emotions that he also felt the first time he tasted you; holding your head to the side and kissing your temple softly as you chase your breath.

Praise The Goddess, Seonghwa thinks. And then, another thought to follow. One that does not go away —

Praise you, his delicate soulmate. The last missing piece of his life's puzzle that he has waited centuries for. Praise you.

Seonghwa growls into your neck as he sucks more and more, his hands finding your waist and holding onto you like you'll slip away if his grip falters for even a split second.

This is more than just feeding to him. This feels akin to making love. The warmth of your blood settles in his stomach and blooms out to his entire body. His skin is so warm and tingling. It's taking much more willpower than he would like to admit to hold himself from bucking his hips into you.

    It just feels so ethereal.

He can't help but slurp up every bit of crimson liquid you offer to him, even as you waiver on top of him dizzily and brace yourself with his hair. He can't be bothered to feel the sting.

Your heated body slumps against him, your blood sweltering against his tongue; taking root in his body like an ancient tree. You make him feel like... when he was human.

When he was not used to always being cold — when he would stand under the sun in the dead of winter and bask in it.

He closes his eyes, slowly withdrawing his teeth in a way that makes you shiver; makes you press closer to him. He wraps his arms around your torso tightly, cradling you as he lets you wash over him. Like the sunshine in the bitter cold.

He places his forehead against your chest, his fingers wrapping around Hongjoong's as the man holds his hand.

The King would never admit it out loud to anyone other than his soulmates — even then, he was hesitant. But he is a sentimental man. In life, and in afterlife.

After so many years of being the leader of an entire realm, it's beaten into him not to show weakness. Not to show affection.

Yet as he looks up at you, his eyes are filled with nothing but softness and warmth in the dimming red color of his irises. "Di enar, Elarin." {Thank you, the sun.}

You blink dazedly, you've never heard that language before; but the way he speaks so purposefully as he holds you makes your lips twitch with a smile.

Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong is behind you with the biggest grin ever on his face. He's about to start bouncing off the walls at Seonghwa's sweet words.

He had called you something akin to 'Sunshine', and he threw it in with the deepest level of thanks that one could speak in the dead language.

"Do you feel okay?" Seonghwa traces his hand up your back, "did I hurt you?" He's afraid he might have — he was so lost in his own emotions. He's never had to hold himself back when it comes to his soulmates.

You shake your head slowly, "no, My King-"

"Seonghwa." He speaks softly, fixing up the strap of your shift, "call me Seonghwa. I would prefer it that way." He looks to Hongjoong as he slips your other sleeve down, exposing your untainted skin.

He's on you in a millisecond, kissing and licking all over your shoulder and making you gasp. "May I?"

With a shuddering 'yes', you tilt your head on your own; giving him a prime location to sink his teeth in.

He kisses your cheek before doing just that.

Seonghwa chuckles as the younger man pushes you both flat to the bed, climbing behind you and all but purring as he drinks your life force.

Good Goddess, he thinks, you're still as sweet as the first time. You have his entire body feeling like it's floating.

Seonghwa watches, just as Hongjoong did, as the other Vampire goes through the motions. He's looks so blissful. Like he doesn't have a care in the realm.

"You are so divine," the King whispers as his eyes find their way back to watch your expression; the way your eyebrows twitch and your lips stay parted in attempt to catch your breath.

When you let out the smallest moan from your trembling lips — Hongjoong can no longer pride himself in his self discipline.

    He promised himself just a sip, just a small bite. You were already dizzy and panting from the amount of blood your other soulmate had helped himself to.

     But he can't help himself when you make such cute sounds.

    His mind is wandering further from the pure euphoria that he feels and into his darker desires. Finding himself wondering what kind of noises you might make if he put his mouth to use elsewhere. What you might sound like as —

    Hongjoong forces himself to stop, growling quietly from behind you as he closes his eyes, trying to shake the image from his head. 

     "Thank you for allowing us," Seonghwa whispers just over Hongjoong's heavy breaths, "you truly have no idea how... satisfying it is. You are like nothing else I've ever encountered in all of my years."

You lean into the way he strokes your head, dizzy and sweaty between them as your heart tries to crack out from behind your ribs. "Th...thank you, Seonghwa."

He closes his eyes quickly, in the same way Hongjoong does — taking deep, steadying breaths.

The way you speak his name feels like he's being cursed with the most beautiful hex. His heart jumps into his throat, thud-thud-thudding while trying to match yours as it slows to a calmer rhythm.

He tightens one of his arms around you, holding you to his chest while the other searches for the younger vampire. He yanks him down, effortlessly sandwiching you between them.

"Please..." You rasp, closing your eyes slowly, "stay with me until the morning comes."

"You would have to force us to do otherwise," Hongjoong smiles as he rests his head on your back, listening to your heartbeat and committing it to his memory.

A pleased hum trails off into nothing as you fall asleep between them, spent with blood loss but still pleasantly warm between the two cold-blooded men.

𖤐❝Answer me something honestly?❞𖤐

You had moved, or rather — you had been moved, during the night to lay on your side.

Still between the royals, still deep asleep.

Neither of them had slept a wink. They sat in the comfortable silence until the beginnings of sunlight shone through the window.

"Hongjoong." The elder whispers, his eyes still closed as he holds your head to his chest. "Answer me something honestly?"

"Of course," he hums from behind you, his chest pressed to your back under the cover they had pulled up to keep you warm.

"How did you feel when you drink from her? Not- not how does she taste," he peeks his eyes open slowly, blinking in the face of the rising sun. "How does it make you feel?"

The younger thinks for a long moment, recalling every time that he's fed from you. He feels... so much. It's hard to put a single description to it. But there is one reoccurring thing — "I feel... like I am back in the moment I won my freedom in a dual." He gulps, pressing closer to your sleeping form. He hadn't said it out loud yet. He hadn't even fully realized it.

Seonghwa reaches over and rubs his shoulder comfortingly. It's a sensitive subject for the man. "Then, why do you enjoy it so much?"

"It's not the dual. It's not what led to it," he shakes his head. "It is when I ran for the first time without being hunted. When I had no owner, no shackles for the first time in my life. She... she is the comfort of the wind around me as I ran away, the comfort of knowing I could do whatever I wanted."

He can tell the brunet is tearing up, and it makes his throat tighten unpleasantly. He hates seeing people cry, but especially his soulmates. "Don't cry, Joong," he whispers, rubbing his head softly, "please..."

He sniffs, burying his head deeper into your back. "Why do you ask? What did you feel?"

    Seonghwa hesitates. It's a similar situation to Hongjoong's, a bittersweet comfort. "I-"

    "Good morrow, My Lady, h-" Ymanya pauses in the doorway with her hand still on the wooden handle. She takes in the scene for a brief moment before she suddenly folds herself over at the waist, bending more than ninety degrees. "Forgive me, M-"

    "Ymanya, let me ask you something."

    "...Yes, My King?"

    Seonghwa sits up slowly, still in his day clothes — and she doesn't know why that gives her a bit of relief. "Has there been anything that the Lady has asked for?"

    "Asked for?" She hums for a second as she thinks. "Oh, she did want to learn about Halazia traditions," she recalls from the other night. "Might that be what you mean?"

    He looks to you with a bit of a smile. "That's all?"

    "So far, King," she nods, still hovering in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

    "Gather her some books," he says as he stands, leaning and kissing Hongjoong's head from where he hides his emotional face in your back. "Perhaps some of Mingi's writings. Whatever you think she will be curious about. Your morning duties are dismissed. Do that instead, please."

    "Right away, My King. Shall I send Gele to ready h-"

   "No," Hongjoong groans mumbled, pulling you closer as you shift in your sleep, "leave us, Ymanya. We will help Our Lady dress when she awakens. She needs to rest."

    "Of course, My Lord." She bows again, hiding her smile as she closes the door behind her. She's glad that the royals are caring for you, even going as far to ask her what you might want. She can't say she's surprised. They have waited over 300 years.

    Of course they'd be fussing over you so much.

  She can't help but be happy. You have been here a mere three days and already she sees changes happening. For one, the royals have been smiling almost every time she's seen them.

    She was right. It will be nice to have someone like you in the castle.

𖤐❝You'll let me learn?❞𖤐

     "Drink up," Wooyoung smiles as he slides you a cup.

    You're all at the table again, bathed in the early morning sunlight rather than the candles of last night.

   "What's this, Lord Jung?" You ask as you sniff the steaming liquid. You're sat between Yeosang and Jongho, and there was clearly a small fight over who got the title of being next to you —

    As you were walking in with the two eldest, they all were pushing and shoving to get to the chairs next to the one what was 'yours' in the middle of the long table. All Seonghwa had to do was sigh drastically and they all fell into their respective positions.

    "Moondew berry and bloodvine tea," he reaches over the table and pats your head before sitting.

   "Ah..." You nod as you look down at the drink.

    "You have no idea what those are, do you?" San asks with a grin as he sees your thoughtful pout.

  "Absolutely not, My Lord." You sigh, cracking a small smile at the sound of their laughter, "what are they?"

    "Moondew berries help with headaches, and bloodvine is the stem of a flower which helps with heart health. It will help you get your blood back faster," Wooyoung explains for you, gesturing to the cup, "at least have half. If you don't enjoy it I can find something else to aid you."

   You take the cup carefully and give it another inspection. After you take a sip, you nod to him; taking another.

   "Good?" He beams, over the moon at the fact that he managed to make the herbal remedy taste good enough for you.

   "Yes, thank you, My L-" Your voice is muffled as he jumps up and leans over the table again, cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss.

    He pulls back with a cheshire grin, absolutely buzzing with delight.

   You freeze for a moment, dazed, still not even close to being used to their affection when it's pointed at you.

  The conversation carries on without you as you come back to your senses, sipping the drink as you listen in.

    "-thinking about sending Amfrid in my place. I don't want to leave so soon." Jongho leans his chin on his hand, looking at you in the corner of his eye.

    "Understandable," Seonghwa definitely wouldn't want to leave so soon after you've joined them either, "brief him today and send him on his way- Hongjoong," he snaps as he thinks, "who is that new recruit? With the blonde hair?"

    "Torin. He's got potential." Hongjoong answers quickly, sliding his fruit off his plate and onto yours. 

    "Tell him take Talin," the King nods, distracted as he sees Ymanya approaching with an armful of books.

    "Torin," Yeosang's little grumble of correction earns him a chuckle from you as you push the food around on your plate.

    "What have you got, Ymanya?" He stands, taking the heavy weight from her hold quickly and allowing her arms to sag to her side.

    "Origins of Halazia traditions starting within your reign, My King." Her words get you interested in the conversation, leaning to look past Jongho. He leans back as he notices you, letting you look.

    The stack of books is almost as big as your head. That's just the history of the traditions? How big is the stack of regular history? 

    He flips through the pages of one of the books, nodding approvingly. "Thank you, Ymanya, these will do nicely."

    She gives you a bow and a smile as she leaves, "enjoy, My Lady."

    Your eyebrows raise, and you look to Seonghwa as he continues to scan the books. Please be for you. Please let the books be for you.

    "What are those for," Mingi speaks as he sees your patience wavering.

    "Ymanya said Our Lady is curious about our traditions," Hongjoong grabs one of the books, reading the label. 'Human sacrif-' He tosses it quickly, "not that one."

    "You'll let me learn?" You finally speak up with wide, hopeful eyes.

     "Of course," Seonghwa hums as he closes the book, "you live here now. You should have some education on our way of th-"

    How you managed to sneak up on the Vampire is a mystery. It's impossible to catch him off guard. But here you are, with your arms wrapped around his waist and his body completely frozen with shock. "Oh, thank you!"

 

   You jump as you let go just as quickly as you embraced him, immediately turning to the books as the others laugh at the man's surprised expression.

    You were a painfully curious person by nature. It probably didn't help that your father had neglected to teach you about anything other than religion.

You wanted to learn everything you could, and you did. The books in Caethnor were limited to the ones in the small library in the church, but you read every single one a thousand times over. Not only did you love to read, it would do you good to know more about the place that you now reside. You wanted to know everything about the world around you. About the people. About the flora and fauna.

The bell outside tolls shortly, signaling the end of the hour. Begrudgingly, Hongjoong sets down the book in his hand back into the pile. "We must get busy," he slides his hand across your waist as he joins your side, "might I have a kiss before I leave?"

You look up from the books with the biggest smile he's yet to see on your face, "thank you, Lord Kim." You say before you quickly peck his cheek.

"You're welcome, little one." He'll take it, he won't push you for a kiss on the lips. He's already held you for the entire night. He gives a final squeeze to your hip as he passes behind you, "come on, Yeosang."

The man stands up and pauses, "(Y/n)?"

"Yes, My Lord?"

"Be sure to eat," he points to your nearly full plate as he gathers his coat from the back of his chair.

"Oh, of course," you bow to him, and he has a deep itching urge to also ask for a kiss. He wants to feel your skin on his in any manner at all, really. He wants to feel the sparks. But you still seem very reserved with him. So he settles on —

"See you at supper."

You give him a soft smile, squeaking when San appears at your side and bends over to hug you tightly. "Have a good day," he hums with his cheek against yours.

"Y-you too, My Lord?" You stutter out, startled by his sudden actions.

"What is on your schedule today, Yunho?" Seonghwa asks as he tears his eyes from the sight which makes his heart tender and warm.

"I have a test planned for the apprentice mages later in the day, other than that," he shrugs, reaching for a glass of water. He knows it won't quench his thirst, but he must try. He has to have restraint when it comes to you, especially now that you're also bleeding for the others. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

    Perhaps he should just keep his distance for a few days —

    "You should help (Y/n) with her reading," Seonghwa says it like a suggestion, but he knows it's more of a command. "You know a lot about regional traditions." He takes San's place next to you and cups your jaw as he kisses your cheek. He can't help the grin that he has when he pulls back, your heart is pumping so fast and your skin is so warm. "Be a good student, yeah?"

𖤐❝I can't wait to teach you all kinds of things.❞𖤐

You are a good student. Yunho had never seen anyone so eager to learn about where traditions and ceremonies came from. The next day, San had never seen someone so determined to learn how to sew. After that, Mingi couldn't wait to spend the day teaching you about his visions and hearing all about your villages small variations from the realms religion.

Today marked seven days of being in the castle. You went outside for the first time, much to Seonghwa's dismay. Yeosang eased his worries about their defenses not being strong enough by reminding him that you wouldn't be leaving his side, and Gele would also be accompanying you.

You didn't have to ask why they needed defenses, you aren't clueless. Some people hate the fact that the undead are ruling. Some people hate the undead, period.

You used to be one of them.

But over the days, you've come to see a whole new side of Vampiric life. They were still human, deep down. Sometimes you forgot they were hundreds of years old and equipped with supernatural abilities.

"You must have to be strong to use a bow with such precision," you say from the sidelines, seated on the grass atop of Gele's apron after she insisted a Lady should not touch the ground. You were still hesitant, but she reassured you that it was okay. You still felt bad, though. Perhaps you could get San to help you make her one as a thanks. "Is the string very difficult to pull back?"

     Yeosang pouts in thought as he readies another arrow. It doesn't matter that he's been an archer for 346 years, he still practices every day. That's why he's the best. "I suppose so, I think I am used to it." He barely has to aim before he lets the arrow whiz through the air and hit the hay bale dead center.

     The expansive field is just off of the back of the hill that the castle is situated upon. The brick stairs made the journey up and down less steep, and it was clear the path was cared for just as well as the inside of the estate. Bushes and flowers were all carefully arranged and trimmed and taken care of as they were strewn about strategically.

You're learning the layout fairly quickly, with an admittedly large amount of help.

The King's office window overlooks the entire area from the top floor. The chapel where Mingi works and prays is on the bottom floor, the first door you find after you enter through the double doors that lead out. San's workshop is next to it.

     Closest to the castle was the greenhouse, which acted as Wooyoung's office, and was quite literally green except for the large windows around the entire building. You wonder if he did that on purpose or if he might be the origin of the word. He had poked his head out when he saw you coming down the stairs and called you over for a kiss, pouting over how you hadn't spent time with him even though you just sat next to him at breakfast.

     A little further back was the stables, where you ran into Jongho as he readied his own horse; getting ready to head into the city. You gave him a kiss to the cheek and told him to return safely — which earned you a bit of light natured teasing from Gele as you walked to the open part of the field. 

It was large enough to accommodate all the different divisions of the guard as they trained. You could hear Hongjoong directing the fighters if you strained your ears. You looked over a bit ago and saw him fighting, and it was quite the frightening sight to see him throw punch after punch while dodging and not even breaking a sweat. You looked back to the archers pretty quickly.

"It has to be sturdy enough so that it will not break when you pull it back. It can be difficult for a beginner," Yeosang goes to notch another arrow before he stops and looks at you.

     The sun must be hitting him directly, because he feels warm all of the sudden as you smile at him.

     "It's impressive! You haven't missed a single shot," you tilt your head, "I do suppose you've had a great deal of practice, My Lord?"

    "Enough practice for multiple lifetimes," he laughs softly, looking down at his longbow. San crafted it nearly fifty years ago. He's had to replace the string countless times from his nonstop use of the weapon. He never let anyone touch it, not even the weapons master. San to make repairs, or the one or two times he's tossed it to Wooyoung on the battle field. But that is the extent of who handles his precious bow. "Would you like to try?"

    "I doubt I will be any good."

    "I, too, was once a beginner," he approaches with a grin and holds his hand out to you. "I did say I would teach you, didn't I? What better time to start than now?"

    You look over your shoulder to Gele, who's leaning against another hay bale. "Don't look to me, Lady (Y/n)," she giggles, "I have never shot a bow. I preferred a sword in my day."

      "I want to see that." You point at her before turning back to Yeosang. "Don't judge me too harshly, Lord Kang." You take his hand and almost jump at the sparks that bloom on your skin. You must have forgotten briefly. Your brain still hasn't caught up to the fact that you, indeed, have not just one — but multiple soulmates.

     "I will never," he hides his giddy smile by looking down at the vibrant grass. It's the first time you've touched one another, and he couldn't be more happy to have finally grazed each part of his soul that wanders outside of his body.

"Watch me closely." He grips the bottom of the bow and looks over to you, pleased to see that you're watching him intently. He runs through all of the steps right up to pulling the string back and then he stops. "Again?"

"I think I have got it." Based on what they're learning about you; he doesn't doubt that, actually. You're a very quick learner. He likes that about you. He likes a lot about you, when he thinks about it.

You're a very driven person. You only learned how to sew from San the day before last and he saw you working on a quilt with scrap fabrics to practice this morning before breakfast.

He hands his bow to you without a second thought, watching you closely as you follow his steps. Right up to notching the arrow and pinching the end of it. "You seem a natural."

"Our Lady will be catching up to you in no time, Lord Kang," Gele jokes as she takes a seat on the apron, watching you repeat the preparation of the bow.

"We will have to see about that," he gives her a small chuckle before he steps next to you. "Try to pull it back, see how far you can bring it."

"Are you sure? My arms are pretty weak..." You hesitate, re-settling the arrow one more time.

"Just to see," he shrugs, "you needn't be perfect. I don't expect you to be."

Joining his family after so long makes you perfect enough in his eyes.

"Do not laugh at me," you take a breath before pulling it back in the way you had watched him do. It only moves a fraction of an inch. "Good Goddess, I have more respect for archers now." You sigh as you lower the bow, jumping a bit when he lifts it back up — suddenly standing behind you.

"I will help you," he can't help but smirk as he hears your heart skip a beat. "I will help you hold it steady and pull back, you do the aiming."

"A-alright." You force yourself to ignore the tingles on your hand as he places one over yours, the other above yours on the wood of the bow.

"When you pull the string back, take a breath in," he says as he helps you, doing most of the heavy lifting. But he can tell you're still giving it all of your strength by the way your arm trembles, you don't let him do all of the work.

You do so, filling your lungs with the fresh fall air.

"Focus only on where you want the arrow to hit. Forget everything else as you aim."

As long as you hit the hay bale, you'll be satisfied with yourself. Just hit the hay. It's a fairly big target. You don't have to hit it smack dab in the middle where all of his arrows lie. Anywhere in the circle, and you will be pleased.

He lets you move the bow to aim, still holding it with you.

"When you are ready to fire, let go of your breath and the arrow at the same time."

Your arms are beginning to shake just a little more, and you grimace in frustration for being so weak.

Forget everything else.

Just the hay. You can do that.

He lets go with you when he hears you let out your breath, smiling widely as the arrow flies through the air and hits the outer corner of the circle.

"Woah!" Gele claps from your previous spot, "you kick ass, My Lady!"

    "Oh, Goddess!" You jump excitedly, turning to face him, "I hit it!"

"I saw," he chuckles as he takes the bow carefully. "You have good aim for a beginner. Perhaps you are a natural."

"Thank you," you bow a bit, smiling as you turn to look at the arrow now lodged into the hay. "If you say so."

"I do," he nods, looking down at you, "you're a quick learner. I can't wait to teach you all kinds of things."

𖤐❝Kiss me like you mean it.❞𖤐

The next day, you and Yunho finished an entire book together in only two hours, even with all of your questions and your admittedly low knowledge of how to read the language.

"Yunho mi," you call from your seat among the books. He commented about how you need a bookcase as he saw them all on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed.

"You have another question?" He hums from his place leaned back on the pillows, looking down to you.

"Yes, actually, but..."

He tilts his head curiously, "what is it?" He sits up, lowering the book he holds into his lap.

"I was wondering... what the ceremony is called when a human loses their virginity to a Vampire so that I can read about it and know what to expect." You ramble out quickly, keeping your back turned to him as he processes your words.

"Oh," he nods, "of course, (Y/n) mi!" He jumps up quickly, kneeling in front of you and the pile of books in a millisecond. "I can't believe nobody has told you about this yet. Ah, it should be in here."

He offers you one of the hardbacks titled 'Human and Vampiric Relations', smiling softly as you take it. "It is called The Soul Embrace. Do you want me to go over it with you?"

"It would be much appreciated," you say with a slight tremor in your voice.

He turns to the chapter you're looking for, taking a seat next to you.

The veil between a Vampire's soul and the mortal world is thinner than that of a human's. The soul of a virgin is more potent. Because of these facts, the soul of a Vampire will briefly enter the soul of a human if they are to take their virginity. When a virgin is penetrated by a Vampire, or when a virgin penetrates a Vampire — their souls will intermingle.

This is a very intimate affair, and as such it should be treated with the utmost care and respect. Like many of our other ceremonies, it is to be blessed by The Goddess. To receive her blessing, the human and Vampire must kneel and bow with their foreheads on the Earth. This is the beginning of the ceremony —

Yunho can hear your heart beating violently in your chest, and he watches as you scan past the small list of preparations; your throat bobbing as you gulp.

— lay the virgin down with a kiss before penetr—

You shove the book into his lap, breathing deeply. "That is so intimate! I had never even kissed anyone before I met you all." You bite your lip, looking down.

That gives Yunho pause. "You hadn't?"

"No... I fear I am much too inexperienced to ever be ready for," you point to the book with a grimace, "that."

"I was your first kiss?" He raises his eyebrows, heart thrumming to life in his cold chest. "If- if I had known, I wouldn't have-"

"It's okay. I'm glad it was you... your lips felt nice." You whisper, tracing the embroidery on your skirt. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course," he nods, looking at you intently, "I will answer it to the best of my abilities." He has to ignore the way you said his lips felt nice lest he kiss you breathless.

"What is... hand stuff?" You sigh embarrassedly, recalling the others words. "I assume it is when people touch each other without... penetration? But how does that work? Is not the whole point of it to... touch each other lower?"

His ears are red fucking hot.

They knew you were a virgin. Yes. They knew you were sheltered. Sure. But they didn't know the extent.

"Uhm..." He swallows thickly, looking down to the book, "it's like masturbation, but with another person. Sex can be a lot of things."

Your next words make his hands itch with the deep urge to grab at you and ruin all of your innocence. "What is masturbation?"

He tilts his head back to face the ceiling, praying silently for strength. "It's," he takes a moment, "it's when you touch yourself to reach an orgasm." Please don't ask. Please don't ask.

"An orgasm?"

"Sweet Grentizia," he groans, cupping his face in his hands. Seonghwa wasn't kidding when he said it was a challenge to hold back. They all had their own... pleasures. But one thing they all had in common was that they loved to absolutely ruin each other. And you are pure. Perfect. Made to break and place back together with gentle kisses and then repeat. Made to take —

    "Will you teach me?"

    He grips the book again tightly, staring at the words to ground himself. "...What?"

     "I want you to teach me." You whisper as you look up to him. His eyes are still on the pages, but he isn't registering a single word — and you know it. "Please, My Lord. You said that you would teach me anything I wanted to know."

   His nails are digging into the hard cover of the book, leaving crescent indentations. "And that-" He gulps, "that is something you want to learn?"

   "Yes." You lean forward, tilting your head, "I trust you to teach me well."

Oh, you probably shouldn't. He's only one bat of your eyelashes away from ripping your dress off and saying 'fuck the ceremony.'

"Please, Yunho mi? I want to start experiencing... sexual things- ah!" The second the word 'sex' passed your lips, he was ready to devour you whole. He yanks you up by your dresses collar and bends you over the edge of the bed, making you kneel on the bench all in one swift movement.

     "I will teach you," his voice is near a growl as he undoes the bow on your back, quickly tugging the ribbon. "I will have your first kiss and your first orgasm."

Good Goddess, what have you gotten yourself into?

You couldn't help yourself. After reading about the ceremony, how intense and intimate it will be, you realized you wanted to at least have something under your belt in the sexual experience category.

You knew that none of them would disrespect Seonghwa and take you before he did, even if you preferred them to over him. You were learning quickly that age meant respect in the Vampiric world, and he was the oldest of your soulmates. They would wait decades until you were ready to lose your virginity to Seonghwa — if that's what it took.

But virginity doesn't mean you had to be a complete stranger to such things. You had never even touched yourself. It just wasn't something you thought about... or knew how to do.

You trust Yunho to teach you. You trust him to make you feel good. You want to make him feel good.

If it were anyone else, you'd probably be chickening out. Wooyoung might lose control; despite all of his good natured teasing over the past few days — he was still as eager as all of them and he has zero control when it comes to you. You caught him staring at your behind quite often, and he didn't even pretend to be embarrassed. Hongjoong was still a bit intimidating, especially after you had seen him fighting yesterday. Mingi, you might have trusted as well; arguably, you knew him best. But you still weren't used to his voice being attached to his body, you were used to him being a 'ghost'. The others, you were only just now getting close enough to to be comfortable giving them kisses to the cheek.

But Yunho? His forehead kisses make you smile and he's so... attentive.

    You will admit that The Goddess made all of your soulmates undeniably gorgeous. And something about the way Yunho looks at you has been making you hot for a few days.

    Because he's looking at you like he looks at the rest of your soulmates. His gaze is all consuming and dominating over whoever he sets it on.

"Come here," he pulls you up, keeping you kneeled on the bench as he bundles up your skirts in his hands. He pauses, leaning closer to your ear, "are you sure?"

"Yes," you have no hesitation. You want Yunho to be the first one to show you how pleasurable the heat between your legs can be.

Your dress is gone in a flash, and you're being pushed to the bed on your back, looking down at him dizzily as he pulls off your shoes as well. "Will you," you pant as he crawls over you, "show me how to kiss like you do?"

He cups your cheeks, straddling your waist as he leans down. The tip of his nose against yours fills your skin with sparks. "Move slowly," he tilts his head to show you, his lips hovering just over your own. "Take your time," he whispers, "we have so much of it to spend together, don't rush. Close your eyes and feel me against you. Kiss me like you mean it."

Your hands mirror his, cupping his heated cheeks as you pull him the final inch to meet your lips.

You follow his instructions, moving slowly and purposefully against his lips. Your eyes closed as you try to memorize the feeling of him against you.

You kiss him like you mean it.

Because you do.

And it drives him wild, holding himself back from taking charge so that you can learn with him acting as a puppet for your knowledge. He cradles your face softly and limits himself to small movements to meet your own.

He has a dopey smile as you lean back, your eyes still closed. "Very good," he hums while tracing his fingertips down your neck, "you're a quick learner."

"I have a good teacher," you smirk lightly, peeking your eyes open.

    His eyes have gone red with want, but his gaze is soft as he looks down at you. He pushes the straps of your underdress down your shoulders; matching your smirk ten-fold as your heartbeat kicks up.

    "Can-" You lick your lips, "can you take your clothes off, too?" He sits up wordlessly and unbuttons his shirt in a hurry, making you giggle as you slide yourself up to lean on your elbows. The sight of your shift sliding down your chest a bit makes him move faster. Who is he to deny you?

     "I promise," he leans and pecks your lips as he tosses off his shirt, "I will make you see stars."

     "I look forward to it-" You yelp as he pulls you up to your feet. You'll never get used to moving so fast.

     "Let me see you," he leans his head against yours, fingers yanking at his belt impatiently.

     You take a deep breath, watching him step out of his pants. When he rid himself of his shoes, who knows but — now you're on the same level as he stands in front of you with nothing but his undergarments on.

     The tent in the fabric catches your eyes as you scan him. "Will you teach me how to please you, as well?"

    His breath catches in his throat. He wants to agree with breakneck speed, but he also doesn't want to spook you. "If you want me to."

     For a virgin, you sure are a huge tease. You let your shift fall to the ground. "I do. I want you to show me."

    He takes a long moment to admire you, his eyes shimmering. He has to swallow all of the saliva that's accumulating so he doesn't literally drool at the mere sight of your naked body.

    "I want to make you feel good, too-"

    Everything is a blur as he wraps his arms around you and moves you both onto the bed.

    You grab onto his arms tightly as he holds you from behind, sucking in a shaking breath as you take in your new position.

    He's got you sitting on the middle of the bed, holding your legs apart with his own as he all but crushes your back to his chest. "Don't say things like that, or I will not stop until you're begging for me to just fuck you already."

     You're heating up just the same as when they drink from you, creeping up your neck and pooling in your stomach. "Would you?" You gasp as his hands cup your chest.

    "When the time comes, I will have you until the only word you know is my name. Believe this, My Lady, I will ruin you."

    "Oh," you moan out quietly as you feel your core dripping, "oh, Yunho..."

    "Are we there already~?" He smirks against your shoulder as he fondles you, sucking at your skin and buzzing with excitement as you let out another shy sound.

     He's kissing and licking all over your neck and shoulders now, paying extra attention to the areas that make your heart flutter.

     You grab onto his thighs as he rolls your nipples in his fingertips, your jaw dropping. You didnt know that their sensitivity could feel so... enthralling. "I l-like that," you whine quietly, digging your fingers into him.

     "Mmm?" He releases your skin from his mouth with a pop. He does it again, his fingers just a bit tighter together, "this?"

    "Yes," you nod quickly, "more. More, pleaseeee," you groan as you arch into his touch. He's already got you feeling hotter than you ever have.

    "Since you asked so nicely, gorgeous."

   His words and the way he pinches your nipples just enough for it to toe the line between pleasure and pain makes you yell out, "good Goddess!"

    You slap your hand over your mouth, panting heavily as he continues to tease the now sore pebbled flesh between his nimble fingers.

   "Move your hand," he commands you, halting his movements until you slowly do so. "I want to hear every noise you make. I want to know how good it feels."

    You whine as he slides his hands down slowly, "don't stop..."

     "Who said anything about stopping?" He chuckles, "I said I would make you see stars, and I am not stopping until I fulfill my promise."

   

     You lean your head against his chest, watching with wide eyes as he rubs your hips; venturing ever closer to your epicenter. He rests his chin atop your head, eyes never once blinking as he takes in every twitch and fidget you give him.

    He's teasing you on purpose. He can't help himself. He wants you to beg. It's his guilty pleasure— well, it's one of his guilty pleasures.

    "Touch me," your whisper just above the sound of your heartbeat reaches his ears, "please. I want you to touch me already."

    "Isn't that what I've been doing?" He has a grin like a jackal as he hears you whine impatiently. You're melting in his hands, falling right where he wants you.

"Touch me e-elsewhere," you say in a breath, spreading your legs further despite the way it makes your face and neck burn with bashfulness.

"Have you ever touched your cunt?" His raspy question makes you groan, a pout forming as you feel your heartbeat... down there. "Or am I the very first?"

"You- you are the first," your hips jolt, yearning for his soft touch to land where you most want it. "I can't take anymore teasing, please, Yunho-" Your pleads trail off into a long sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as he cups your heat in his large hand, the other holding your hip.

He leans his head against your shoulder, breathing deep and slow to calm himself. "Fucking hell," he sighs quietly, "you're so warm... So wet, already..."

The simple fact that he's holding you like this is enough to make his member twitch. Enough to flood his brain with dopamine. Your soft, panting breaths when he's barely touched you are driving him mad.

He starts moving his hand slowly, almost like he's worshipping your heat or trying to map it out so he'll never forget. He massages up and down a few times before two of his fingers slide between your lips and start exploring your wet slit.

"Ah, that feel-feels nice," you draw out softly. Your fingers slowly releasing their death grip on his thighs as you relax into his touch.

"Yeah?" He hums, running his free hand up your waist, "then this will feel amazing~" You barely have time to register his words before one of his fingertips is on your clit, circling it slowly and bringing it to life — bringing you to tears.

You can't form any words. All you can do is take the new, heavenly sensation at the delicate pace he gives it to you. The only noise you can manage is a strangled and broken moan.

"Feels good, gorgeous?" He chuckles as he leans and gets a peek at your expression; you're already tearing up and your eyebrows are pinched together, your jaw slack as you meet his eyes and nod quickly.

"Fuck, you're so cute," he growls as he uses his free hand to grab your neck and pull you into a kiss, another finger added to his gentle assault on your clit.

With your mouth open, he slips his tongue right in. This kiss couldn't be more different than the one you shared just minutes ago.

He's taken control, and he's gotten rough. The contrast between how he handles your cunt and how he handles your mouth makes you dizzy; so you're thankful he keeps his dominating kiss relatively short.

    You tilt your head back, panting for air as he picks up his fingers speed. "Drink from me," you stutter out before you can second guess yourself. You want him to.

     He doesn't have to be told twice. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and moans loudly, his fingers pressing against you just a bit harder to show his gratitude.

    It takes every ounce of his self restraint not to bury his cock inside of you when you let out your first real moan.

    It's of his name, you sound it out somewhere between a praise and a curse word; "oh, Yunho!"

   He's going to lose his mind. He truly is, he thinks. He was your first kiss. He's the first one to touch your heat. He's drinking from you as he drives you ever closer to your first orgasm.

    He's getting just as much satisfaction as you are, really. Not only is he over the moon to be able to please you, he's doing so while sucking up the blood that you offered to him. The blood that makes him all sorts of warm.

    "Don't- don't stop! Please!" You plead even though he shows no signs of doing so.

    He hums with his teeth still buried into your skin, making you shiver as the sound vibrates through your entire being. His arm snakes its way across your torso, pulling you closer to his chest roughly as you begin to tremble.

     You definitely like hand stuff, is the conclusion you come to as the pool of heat in your stomach begins boiling.

     "Fuck, lirae!" You grab his arm tightly, holding it to you. You're starting to get lightheaded from the combination of his feasting and calculated touches. {Fuck, yes!}

     It's the first time he's ever heard you curse. It makes him twitch. You sound so needy. You sound so filthy. And it'll all for him.

   He withdraws his teeth, moaning and licking his lips as the pinpricks in your skin start to drip; your heavy heartbeat pushing your blood to rush. "Ah, lirae? You like it when I touch you like this?" He smirks, licking up the blood slowly.

    "Uh-huh!" You yelp as his free hand suddenly tilts your head to face him as he hovers over your shoulder.

     "Your heartbeat is so loud, it's like a fucking drum. Music to my ears," he grins, holding your burning hot cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. "You must be close, you're shaking, poor thing~"

    You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as the tension in your body pulses. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your cunt, in your stomach. You feel like you're on fire in the most beautiful and delicious way possible. A tear finally slips past your waterline.

     "Oh, don't cry," he says softly; but he has a wicked smile. This is just as satisfying as sex for him. Making his pretty little soulmate shake and cry for a release that she doesn't know how to get. He can tell it's just within reach. He can see it in your begging eyes. You don't know what's about to hit you. All you know is something huge is building up inside of you. And you need him to guide you.

    "Yunho mi, wh-at do I do?"

   "You're about to cum," he says with a nod, "you're going to have an orgasm for me." His crimson eyes are trained like a predator to watch every single twitch of your brow, every tremble of your lips. "You don't have to do anything but enjoy it, let me take care of you."

     "Ah, swai losa," you groan, squeezing your eyes closed. The pleasure is swimming through your entire body but you need more. You need something to happen, somewhere for it to go. {Ah, it's so hot}

     "Relax ba," he hums before landing a peck to your lips, "just let it wash over you. Let it all go, gorgeous." He starts swirling his fingers in the opposite direction, making your back arch briefly before he wraps his arm back around you and holds you to his chest. You're moaning with every breath. Your clit is throbbing under his blissful torture. You have nowhere to run as he holds you in place and bombards you with pleasure. "Let go."

      Let go of everything and let him make you see stars.

     "You can do that for me, can't you, mali'a sev?" Your eyes fly open, one hand finding its way to his hair and the other to his thigh. When the fuck did he learn that? {You can do that for me, can't you, my heart?}

    You meet his gaze and —

    The burning pleasure finally slams into its peak, washing over you like a tidal wave and dunking you into a pulsing ocean of euphoria. Spreading through your veins in a split second like an aphrodisiac infused lava.

    You wail with pleasure loud enough that anyone in your vicinity has undoubtedly heard it. Your thighs snap together, making you jolt as you accidentally press his still circling fingers into your buzzing clit harder. "Oh~!" You yelp, cursing like a sailor in your native tongue so fast and jumbled that he wouldn't even be able to keep up if he were fluent.

    He catches a few words he's picked up as he watches you convulse with a dark, satisfied smile. Namely he hears: good, heaven, Yunho, and yes — but he knows there's a good set of curse words in the mix. 

     "There you go," he coos while he slows his fingers to a slow and steady stroking up and down your messy slit. "There you go, I got you." He chuckles as you jolt with each of his movements, your head titled back against his shoulder and your eyes coming back from where they'd rolled back. You look dazed and throughly fucked out — and it makes him throb that he's managed to wreck you without even showing you what it feels like to be fingered internally. Goddess help you when he decides to teach you what a g-spot is.

     "My... fucking fuck," you hiccup breathlessly, your death grip on his hair slowly letting go so your arm can join the other in being slumped, your fingers twitching atop his thighs.

    "You see those stars I was talking about?" He rubs your side, listening to your heavy breaths with a smirk.

    "Mmmhm," you can only moan, complete lax against him and feeling like your body is light — like he is the only thing grounding you to Earth. "Bou lamara sev."

He tilts his head, leaning against yours gently, "hm?"

"N-nothing," you twist in his arm. He loosens his grip just enough for you to shakily turn, and he lays back as you place yourself on top of him.

He hears the skip in your heartbeat that tells him you're lying, not wanting him to know.

Your pupils are still dilated way out of proportion, your gaze soft and unfocused.

He'll figure it out later, but for now —

"Can you show me how to please you now?"

𖤐❝Your soul looks different...❞𖤐

"Good evening, My Lords," you greet them confidently with an uncharacteristically bright smile as you join the table that night.

"Someone's in a good mood," Jongho smiles as you sit next to Yeosang, throwing a glance to Yunho as he enters just while you take your seat. "You're extra smiley today, too. Good study session?"

Your face heats up. "Indeed," Yunho takes the other seat next to you before the others can start filing in and fight over it. "Our best one yet, don't you think?" He's looking at you like that again; his gaze all enveloping and his smile bordering on a smug smirk.

"Oh, yes," you clear your throat, a smile finding its way to your lips which you hide by taking a sip from your cup.

A few of them are missing. Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Mingi aren't in their seats, so the rest of wait.

"Hmmm," Hongjoong hums suspiciously, leaning his head onto his hand as he looks between you. "You two are hiding something, I can feel it."

"Feel it? Hongjoong, you're just tired and paranoid like always," Yunho rolls his eyes, throwing the Lieutenant a playful smile.

"Mh," he narrows his eyes for a second. "Probably!" He giggles, reaching over to serve you as he sees you reach for the food.

That's one thing that the servants don't do. You had asked Mingi about it, and apparently it was a tradition between the soulmates that had originated when Seonghwa and Yunho had found Wooyoung. The newest addition was similarly from a common background and he didn't like other people touching his food, so they served one another.

And it carried on even after Wooyoung got more accustom to royal life, even when Hongjoong joined them. And then, still, when the Choi brothers and Yeosang did as well. By the time Mingi came around, they didn't even think about it even more; it's something that just is.

"Thank you, Lord Kim," you peek at him as you take the plate. He looks nothing like he does when he's fighting. Maybe you shouldn't linger on that image of him.

"How is your quilt going, (Y/n)?" San asks curiously, his eyes shining as he looks at you.

"Slow but steady," you reply with a shrug, "I have started on the second row! Thank you, again, for all of the fabric."

"Evening!" Woooyung yells as he enters with Mingi, immediately heading straight to you and tilting your head to get a kiss like he's done for the past few days after you initiated a cheek kiss. "You smell extra sweet today," he observes before connecting your lips.

He's shocked when you start kissing him back — weaving your lips together softly.

You're feeling... braver after you and Yunho's afternoon together.

Mingi is still in the doorway, his eyebrows pushing together as he looks at you like he's trying to figure something out.

"Did you have a good day, Lord Jung?" You ask as you pull back. He's still leaning, in disbelief of how well you just kissed him.

"Uhhhh," he blanks as he stands up. As he sits, he tilts his head, "did you just kiss me? Like a real kiss?"

"I do believe what it's called. Yes, My Lord."

Yeosang chuckles from beside you at your barely contained sarcasm. He's glad you're cracking out of your shell and showing a more playful side.

"Mingi, why are you just standing there?" Seonghwa's voice calls all of your eyes to the only soulmates who aren't at the table.

Mingi is biting his cuticle, still staring at you in puzzlement. "Your soul looks different..." He whispers, making heads back turn to you.

"Huh?" You raise a brow, "how s- oh!" You yell as your seat is pulled away from the table, holding onto the armrests tightly.

The seer has yanked you back enough to stand in front of you and bend forward, face to face with you.

"It's brighter?" He states, but it sounds like a question because of his confusion.

"You're scaring me a bit," you pout as you meet his eyes. He's staring right past you and into your soul. You can feel him picking through it, trying to find the source. "S-stop that!"

Seonghwa is there in a split second as you voice your displeasure, pulling you back even further from the table to put himself between you and Mingi. "Were you soul-searching her?"

"Hwa, it's different!" He defends himself, looking over the Kings shoulder and locking eyes with you again. "It wasn't this bright even when she was a child."

The others are watching on anxiously, Yunho most of all. He thinks he might know why your soul is suddenly brighter. And as your eyes widen, he knows you're placing the same pieces together.

Your eyes flick to him for a half of a millisecond, but Mingi catches it.

Now he's in front of him, looking down intently. "You too... you're both glowing." That faint glow of Yunho's soul looks very familiar to Mingi.

Glowing like it does after a fulfilling night.

Mingi looks between you and Yunho repeatedly, and the others follow suit; trying to catch up to what he's putting together because they can't see what he can. "You-" He stutters, "no..."

"What? What is it, Mingi?" Hongjoong is getting impatient. If something is different, then different could mean wrong. Something could be wrong. With his precious soulmates. He's freaking out —

"Afterglow." Mingi chuckles in disbelief, and Yunho gulps. He knows that there is an unbelievable amount of teasing and questioning about to bombard the two of you. You, on the other hand, are unaware.

"Afterglow?" You ask quietly, looking to each and every one of their frozen faces.

"We did not have sex, toooo be clear!" Yunho yells before they can freak out, "she is still a virgin."

"Yunho!" You groan as you reach and slap his arm.

Everyone is stood up and crowding the two of you, a million words per second flying out of their mouths.

Even after so many years of pleasing each other, they still get giddy when talking about it — and you are certainly no exception. They've waited for you the longest, and they want to know everything about you. They want to do everything with you, sexual or platonic; it doesn't matter.

But since you're usually so reserved when talking about sex, and they are anything but; they get over eager when the topic comes up. Even Yeosang and Jongho, who arguably give you the most space.

Seonghwa is the only silent one, standing beside you with a smile trying to fight its way to his lips. If you're experimenting with things like that, it means you're at least a bit comfortable. "Enough," he voices, "let them have some space. Everyone sit down, this is ridiculous."

He's the last to leave, standing by your side until they've all taken their seats. His presence is welcomed, as he keeps them all from firing questions you can't even keep up with. "Thank you, Seonghwa..." Your whisper is like a ray of sunshine as it reaches him. He thinks he'll never get used to the way you say his name.

Yunho reaches and holds your hand softly, "I'm sorry, (Y/n). I forgot Mingi could see that... it's truly my mistake. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

    "Don't be uncomfortable!" San shakes his head quickly, "you don't have any reason to be shy with us, we're your soulmates!"

     "Yeah," Wooyoung joins in, "we're just curious is all. I know your village was more conservative about this stuff but, we aren't. We talk about it openly!"

     "We're sorry," Yeosang speaks from his seat beside you, talking for them as a unit. "We just have so many questions, you could see that. Our sex life together is very... abundant. So, we're just- uhm, eager to hear."

     You look up from your lap, glancing around the room. While their eyes are certainly still filled with curiosity, they've toned it down significantly for the sake of not making you feel more embarrassed. "That's...  okay. I'm just not used to talking about anything like this. I w-" you bite your tongue.

    "You can speak freely, Elarin," Seonghwa reaches and fixes the lace on your collar, catching a glimpse of the hickeys on your shoulder that are just barely hidden. Yunho does like to mark his partners.

    "I would just appreciate if you didn't all ask your questions all at once, My Lords..."

     Yunho is about to start jumping off the walls. He's cracked the first layer of your walls down and made a path for the rest of them to follow.

    "But," Hongjoong leans forward eagerly, "we can ask questions?"

     You take a moment. After learning, after experiencing just a little bit; you're less scared of the topic at hand. "One at a time."

𖤐❝Come lie with me?❞𖤐

      You couldn't sleep. Well, you couldn't stay asleep, that is.

     It turns out the Vampires weren't lying when they said they were curious and eager. It seemed like each of them had a hundred questions. You did your best to answer them, to let your guard down a little bit; because they were beyond delighted to get any information. And something about that made you feel gratified, that you could make them excited.

     The Lords all kept true to asking one question at a time, partly because the King sent a glare their way when they started talking over one another. He wanted to hear as much as they did, and he wanted to make sure you didn't feel overwhelmed again.

     The questions had a wide range, and you were still thinking about a lot of them. That's one reason you found yourself tossing and turning.

     Ones that lingered were like, 'what else are you curious about?' and 'what kind of fantasies do you have?'

     You didn't dare to tell them that you had imagined Wooyoung and Yunho kissing, and you certainly didn't speak of how you had a dream twice now — of Wooyoung holding you down while he has his way with you.

     They could all hear your heart thudding, and Wooyoung noted how you refused to look at him for a few minutes. Oh, he's definitely going to start teasing you more. He put the pieces together in a second flat. You've been fantasizing about him.

     After you had the dream for a third time, you decided that it was useless trying to sleep and got up.

The halls are much different at night.

Usually they are bustling with activity, people to and from and here and there; the sunlight lighting them through the vast windows.

In the middle of the night, you could really focus on the grand beautiful of it all — no Lords or staffs or business that comes with being the capital of the entire realm.

It really is marvelous. You hadn't gotten the time to take it in. You were too busy trying to adapt and process all of the information you'd gotten over the past days.

You didn't mind the fact that you had so many soulmates. It wasn't exceedingly rare. It wasn't rare for a Vampire and a human to be fated, either — after all, Vampires were once humans.

You had asked Ymanya about her soulmate, a few days ago. And she had a sad look in her eyes before she just shook her head. You dropped the subject pretty quickly.

Gele said she was still on the search for her soulmate, and she talked about it with a passion that you wish you had when talking about yours.

You should be overjoyed to finally have found the missing pieces of yourself. You are happy, to an extent. You feel... satisfied. That hole inside of you is finally acknowledged and filled.

But you can't find it in yourself to be excited. To be elated, like your soulmates.

Your brain is simply too used to what it knows, what you've been told your whole life. 'You have no soulmate.'

You're wandering aimlessly now, your boots against the tile echoing in the empty halls.

After your afternoon with Yunho, you could deny it no longer.

This is where you belong. These men are your fate.

Because he didn't just satisfy you physically. The way he held you and praised you and looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment —

It made you say 'bou lamara sev.'

A whole other level of 'I love you.'

And you don't really know how to feel about that.

There is no guidebook or help center for 'I have been told my entire human life that I have no soulmate but turns out I have eight and they are Vampires.' You are completely and utterly stranded. In the middle of the ocean with only a raft that's barely keeping you afloat. No paddle, no charge of your own destiny.

    You always had been. 

    You wish you had gotten a little more time with your father before they dragged you away from the only home you've ever known. You have so many questions. Namely; 'why did you do this to me? Why did you lie?'

The whole point of soulmates is that you are meant to be. Was what Tihilda saw truly so terrible that she would break her oath to The Goddess? It couldn't have been.

They were all gentle with you. They were all caring, perhaps even overbearing at times.

"(Y/n)?"

You freeze in your spot.

"What are you doing? It's the middle of the night," Seonghwa's voice is groggy and slow, like he's just woken up.

You turn slowly on your heel and face him. He's leaning on a doorway, eyes trained on you despite the obvious tiredness in them. Dressed nothing like he usually is, all prim and proper. He looks almost human, almost like a commoner with his large sweater and loose cotton bottoms. "I was just... I couldn't sleep."

     "I can see that," he chuckles softly, tilting his head, "did I frighten you?" Your heart has a steady, brutal pulse that reaches his ears easily in the quiet of the night.

"Oh, I was away in my thoughts," you offer a ghost of a smile, but he doesn't buy it.

"Thoughts of what?"

"Just... stuff. Things."

"You are troubled." He pouts. Honest to Goddess pouts. You're taken aback, you didn't think you'd ever see the High King pout. "Pray tell, what's on your mind?"

You wrap your arms around yourself, your shift no longer keeping you warm under his gaze. "I would prefer not to speak of it."

"And I would prefer my soulmates well rested." He hums, turning into the room he's in front of with a simple, "come."

"Mh?" You hesitate, feet refusing to move. From the small look you can get into the room, it seems to be a chamber similar to your own.

"Come here."

And you're moving quickly at the slight edge in his voice, finding yourself in the room in a second flat. It is a bedroom, only slightly larger than your own. Blacks and blues color the room, shapes hard to distinguish in the light of the singular candle lit.

It's immediately clear that this is his chambers.

"Close the door." You turn away from his gaze at once and do so, slowly closing the wooden door as quietly as you can manage. "Tell me what's on your mind, Elarin."

"Might I ask... why do you call me that?"

"Here," you jump as he comes beside you, a sweater similar to his own in his hands, "I know it gets cold, apologies."

"I shouldn't-"

"I insist." He leaves no room for argument as he all but shoves the clothing into your hands. "You must keep warm."

"Thank you, Seonghwa." You whisper as you take it, quickly pulling it over your head. You were, as he had noted, getting rather cold. You were keeping warm while walking around, but as the night grew later; the temperature got lower. You were about to head back to your own chambers when he appeared.

"It has no direct translation," he shrugs before he looks you up and down — "Come lie with me?"

He can't stop the words as they practically claw their way out of his throat. You look so warm and comfortable. He wants to hold you through the night, and this time he wants to slumber with you.

"Uhm... okay." Your voice acts without your permission. Something deep within you wants to sleep in the same bed as him. Perhaps it was the blood loss, or the copious amount of wine, but you found that the night you slept between Hongjoong and Seonghwa was some of the best sleep you had ever gotten. 

     His arms immediately find their way around you after you rid yourself of your boots and climb under the thick blanket. Although you have no complaints, his cold arms oddly comforting to your racing mind; he asks, "is this okay?"

"Mhm." You slowly inch your way closer until your chest presses against his, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder. "If there is no direct translation, how can you describe it?"

"It is," he trails off while he melts into the feeling of your body warmth, "something like sunshine. Well- it's something like the feeling of sunshine warming you."

"That's strangely romantic," you feel your face warming, you didn't know what you had expected but it wasn't something like that. "Could I... ask why?"

He holds you a bit tighter all of the sudden, pressing his nose to your hair. "Because that is what you feel like. The sun shining down in the winter. The ultimate comfort."

𖤐❝APRICITY❞𖤐

𖤐❝NEXT TIME❞𖤐

    "What's the matter with you, Ymanya?" He hums, tilting his head. "You didn't lose Our Lady, did you?" He jokes. But she does not move. She stares at the man with wide eyes. "You lost Our Lady!" He yells, quickly standing up, "how!? How, how, how?"

His chair clatters to the floor in his haste, his footsteps heavy as he passes her.

    "I'm sorry, My Lord! She was not in her bed, I made sure she was during the night but now-"

     He grabs the nearest guard who's passing by as he runs down the halls, Ymanya hot on his tail as she tries to explain herself. "Have you seen the Lady of the castle?"

"No, Lord Jung, is every-"

He's already running again, calling back briefly before bolting full speed, "lock the doors!"

𖤐❝CURSE YOUR NAME❞𖤐

[starlinggirll]

ok ok hear me out …. pilot!art x flight attendant!reader 😖😖

COCKPIT — D. ART

AUTHORS NOTE — i love this, specially since the picture of the guy lowkkk looks like art in his short hair era. not really but kinda!

the plane had landed.

another successful flight by the hands of the art donaldson.

"ladies and gentlemen, southwest welcomes you to los angeles. The local time is 8:56 PM. please unbuckle your seatbelts and quickly but in an orderly manner grab your belongs and begin to get off the plane. please use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, since articles may have shifted during flight. and again, have a good time, southwest airlines thanks you for choosing trusting us with taking you to your destination."

your sweet, soft voice rang through the whole plane. Art sighed, opening the cockpit door and wishing all of the people departing the plane good luck on their journeys. which coincidentally, was also were you were standing.

"a bit of turbulence, dont you think captain?" you teased, waving bye to an elderly woman as you helped her get out of the plane. "no flight is a good flight without a bit of turbulence." art countered, his eyes trailing your body up and down as he nodded goodbye to the last passengers.

you rolled your eyes. your relationship with art was a bit weird. you both have slept together, more times than a normal friends wity benefits would. but also, you both dont really know eachother other than what you both tell one another. sure, he's seen every single inch of your body, but he doesn't know you. and you dont know him either.

he's technically your boss. your superior.

"already leaving?" he mumbles, softly grabbing your arm. "im going to my hotel. i beraly slept last night." he chuckles, grabbing your arms and pulling you closer. "really? i wouldn't be able to tell since you're always so pretty and bubbly." you groan, pushing him off. you go to the plane to close the door.

he doesn't give you a second before he's scooping you up, taking you to the cockpit. "come on, its been a week since we've been with eachother." you whine as he sits you down on his chair, his free hand locking the cockpit door. "fine. whatever." you whisper, looking up at him.

you both are would he lying to yourselves if yall didnt admit you missed eachother.

"see?" he hums, already seeing you fall for his charms. "i knew you wanted it as much as me." he gets in his knees, turning his chair so he can press a kiss against your knee over your thigh highs. "mm."

he parts your legs, making your uniform squirt ride up. he trails his lips over your stomach, then your breasts. he's kissing nothing but clothes, but the anticipation is making you throb. "art.." you whisper, grabbing a handfull of his hair to crank his head, allowing you to kiss him. he kisses you back, his hand groping your boobs.

"you taste so good," he whispers as he sucks against your bottom lip, unbuckling his belt to let his cock free. "a quickie, yeah?" he breathes out, grabbing a hold of your legs to make your legs wrap around his shoulders. you're in a bit of an awkward position, but the discomfort is overpowered by the anticipated pleasure.

he rips your thigh highs, the sound of it making you cringe. "hey-" "shh. ill buy you new ones after this." he whispers, stroking himself while kissing your inner thigh. his free hand pulling your panties to the side. "jeez, you're visually wet." he teases, running his finger up and down your lit. "gosh baby, you miss me that much?"

you look away, your cheeks heating up. "s-shut up and just do it already." you whisper, but he ignores you and cups your jaw, making you look at him. "ah ah baby, i want to see you fall apart." he slaps his tip against your clit groaning at the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

"ready sweetheart?" he lets your jaw go, slowly inserting himself in. "fuck fuck.." he groans, dropping his forehead against yours. "you're so tight." he chuckles breathlessly, kissing you softly. "and you're so big.." you whisper back, kissing him back.

his pace starts increasing, swallowing all of your moans since he refuses to pull his lips off yours. "fuck im going-" he groans, increasing his pace enough to make the chair shake. you moan against him, the end of your heels digging into his shoulder blade as you clamp down against him.

he waits till you come, almost losing his grip when your walls clamp down and basically milk him dry. but he's able to pull out, jerking himself off and shooting his load in his hand. both of you are sweaty, and his lips are still on yours. "i never forget how much i love this." he laughs, still breathless as he gives you one last kiss before pulling away and using a napkin to clean his hand.

he helps you up, adjusting your skirt. "all pretty again," he whispers almost to himself, staring at you for a good, long second before pulling you for a passionate kiss. his hands smoothiny down your hair. "let me take you to my hotel room." he says once he pulls away, not without one last peck.

"please?" he insists once you dont answer. "will we get food after?" you mumble, looking up at him. your make up is smudged now, but he finds you even more beautiful. "yup. and a good night's rest." he smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the cockpit.

you sigh. its a toxic cycle, specially since neither of you seem to be looking for something serious. but you cant bring yourself to say no.

and he cant bring himself to let you go.

[seungfl0wer]

Ellooo, it’s me again hehe, Wat do u think skz fave position are? As always tysvm :3

- Sunny ☀️

*OT8 Favorite Positions*

Genre: Smut duh

Warnings: Gender Neutral, Chocking, Sex (duh), Spanking idk if there’s really anything else.

Listen- these are just perfect to me lol. I even looked at a site to find good ones I think they’d really like. (The Site) it’s not p0rn it just shows you them no real nudity tbh. Just there to show you if you need a visual. Anyways- I might expand on these at some point cause a few of these I’d really love to write ideas for 🤭

-🩵

Bangchan: “Doggy”

He for sure loves doggy style, this man loves hitting it from the back being able to push balls deep into you. Being able to pull your hair, grab your throat or smack your ass. Another favorite is leaning himself down wrapping his arms around you just humping you like some feral dog. And can you imagine dom!chan “All 4s now” putting a leash or some shit on you!? Drooling

Lee know: “Reverse Cowgirl”

Ass man just wants to see it jiggle as you ride him. Perfect position to see his cock disappear in an out of you. Perfect view of your ass that he’s always touching. He’s either smacking it, rubbing it or got his nails in it. He’d have you cock warm him while watching something then just sit back and have you move for him. And when you’re not doing it fast enough or how he wants he’ll dig his nails into your hips pulling you down to take all of him.

Changbin: “Yourself on the shelf”

Basically just you up in the air while he either holds you or has you against the wall. He loves showing off his strength and he swears by this. Wanting nothing more to have you positioned in the air doing all the work to make you feel good. Would in fact be one of his favorite quickie ones too. Horny at work? Yall locking the door and doing this. He’ll find any excuse to too not that your complaining.

Hyunjin: “Face off”

I’m a firm believer of hyunjin loving you riding him. Kinda like the cowgirl. This one in particular is so intimate though. Holding onto you head in your chest as you ride him. Letting out all kinds of sounds feeling the closeness. Hands are free to roam your body feeling every inch of you. Being able watch your face in pleasure. He probably also really likes making out during sex so this position helps with that as well.

Han: “69”

I feel like Han has an oral fixation idk man, he loves going down on you making you squirm from his tongue or having you go down on him pushing your head down on his cock. So why not do both? The whines he that vibrate against your heat just- and the way his body just shudder as you take him all in. Be warned though in this position there’s no pull out game. He’s 100% cumming in your mouth cause he can’t bare to pull out or even notice how close his high is.

Felix: “Spoon”

Being the big spoon cuddling up to you, arms wrapped around you as he thrusts into you. This man would absolutely love the physical intimacy of it. Being able to just put his head into the crook of your neck and leave little marks. He’d whisper all sorts of things in your ear as he fuck you playing with your sensitive areas. “Y/n you feel so good taking it so well.” Definitely would be the type to burry his cock deep as he came and go “let’s just stay like this for a while” while you feel him just twitching inside you. I need to write this-

Seungmin: “standing wheelbarrow”

Kinda sorta like doggy but you’re bent over ass in the air legs wrapped around him as he holds your body up. He just like Lino loves seeing your ass just giggle. Being able to smack it as much as he wants. This is a position I think he does when he really needs to fuck you senseless. Like coming home from work just having a touch day and just wants to bed you over and take out his frustration that he always lets build up. He’s gonna bruise your ass with his snacks as he’s cumming deep. There would definitely be at least another round after this.

Jeongin: *Missionary*

Before yall say anything lemme explain. This is such a soft position. He loves being able to see your face as he pounds into you. All the pleasure that’s caused by him. Being able to wrap those beautiful fingers around your throat, play with your chest, and your sensitive areas all while still being able to pound into you? Sounds perfect to me. It’s also just so intimate to him, if he’s feeling shy she’s definitely blushing as he fucking you holding your hands tightly dropping down to put his head into the crook of your neck.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[quits-writing]

Seduction & Temptation

Trafalgar Law x Male! Reader

A/N: he’s so bratty, i need to fuck him. (sorry yall, but i’m not sharing him— i’m only posting this to flaunt our relationship ❤️). also this is my first post in a while, my greatest comeback 😈 prolly won’t be active though, creating and posting - spur of the moment.

Law is stubborn when it comes to admitting his own needs, so when he wants M/N but refuses to say it outright, he has his own underhanded tactics to get what he wants.

Visual appeal just to mess with him.

Law doesn’t go out of his way to dress seductively—it’s never that obvious. But if he knows M/N likes something? He’ll wear it strategically.

Loosening his dress shirt just enough—The top buttons undone, revealing the dark ink of his tattoo against pale skin, the fabric slipping slightly off his shoulder when he moves. He never adjusts it, never fixes it, just lets M/N look.

Low-slung sweatpants after a shower—Law doesn’t wear tight clothing, but he knows M/N has a fixation with his hipbones, with the way his body tapers down. So he walks around after a shower, towel-drying his hair, completely unaware—except he’s not.

Exposed collarbone & neck—Whether it’s rolling up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, tilting his head back when he stretches, or wearing a loose sweater that just happens to slide off his shoulder, he knows exactly what M/N fixates on.

And the best part? He acts like he has no idea.

M/N watches. He always watches. He takes in every detail—eyes dark, lips curling into something amused, predatory. And Law? Law pretends he’s oblivious. He won’t meet M/N’s stare. Won’t acknowledge the heat in the air.

And then he’ll do something subtle.

• Shift just enough that the fabric slips lower.

• Adjust his glasses, fingers running down his neck, casually dragging attention to his skin.

• Purse his lips when he’s concentrating, completely unaware that M/N is not thinking about work anymore.

It’s a slow burn. A test of patience. And eventually?

M/N fails.

He’ll grab Law’s wrist a little too tight when they brush past each other, pull him close when they’re alone. Maybe he’ll fix Law’s collar for him—knuckles grazing his throat, his voice lower than before.

“You keep testing me,” M/N murmurs, smirking.

Law clicks his tongue. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When he’s playing hard to get (while looking incredibly tempting).

Law is naturally reserved, but he knows how to weaponize it.

• Sitting just out of M/N’s reach—looking entirely unbothered, legs crossed, fingers tapping idly against his desk. He won’t glance up, won’t acknowledge M/N staring.

• Tilting his neck slightly when he reads, exposing the sharp line of his jaw, his pulse. M/N’s fingers twitch.

• Holding a drink between his lips a second too long, licking the rim of the glass before swallowing. And then? Casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending it meant nothing.

And he waits.

Waits for M/N to break first.

Because M/N? He’s an active pursuer. He takes what he wants. And when Law does this—this little game of silent temptation—it drives M/N insane.

Eventually, he’ll snap.

He’ll close the distance—corner Law somewhere, cage him in against a wall, forcing him to acknowledge what he’s doing.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Law’s lips twitch. “Doing what?”

M/N leans in. And still, Law plays it cool, tilting his head, as if unaffected.

“…You wouldn’t dare.”

That’s when M/N loses. Because he would. And Law? Law just leans back with a smirk, waiting for him to prove it.

[toto-the-cactus]

Primarchs + Daughters (2)

Finally finished the damn part two. Been kinda busy here and there with my new job but lo and behold, the one yall asked for. Soon enough, yall find out why it took me a while writing this one for the two main guys I had to add here.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Konrad Curze

A’right, I’ll open this one with the fact we all know that this man shouldn’t even be legally allowed to have children. I’m gonna be real for a hot second and admit that I stared at the screen for HOURS not knowing what to write because any poor little girl that is born from this guy will have the dubious privilege of being the most sheltered and hidden secret the Primarch ever kept close. With all those visions of death and inevitable doom mixed with the sudden power rush that fatherhood gave him, it left in its wake a perfect storm for this lunatic to develop a paranoid and obsessive need (NEED) to keep his daughter safe; something hard to achieve when he already knows the essence of his Legion. His fatalistic nature regarding his own future would suddenly clash violently with the Primarch’s new found protective stance concerning his child. It's almost sad to consider that this poor man GENUINELY wished to avoid becoming the monster his visions showed, but knowing that he’ll be balancing in the thin line of one day hurting his precious girl (or worse than that) it'll put him in the hard decision of having to let go of her eventually. He is no Perturabo, for that matter. In the rare and far away moments of lucidity, I can see Konrad choosing to protect the innocence and life of his child by trusting in the last person ANYONE might expect the Night Hunter would seek help: Vulkan. Honestly this is just plain sad, man.

Sanguinius

This is it! The golden boy, yall! We all know the kind of person Sanguinius is, but add a precious little daughter in the equation and all you get is the perfect example of textbook girl dad. No matter how busy this man is, somehow he’ll squish some playtime with his baby and enjoy every bit of it. Seriously, this guy acting like a dedicated father is worth being in a stockphoto image. His baby girl asks him to play tea party? Some astartes will find their Primarch hunched over, awkwardly holding a comically small cup between his thumb and index while his precious princess pretends to pour more tea for herself. The daughter of Sanguinius doesn't go a single day without knowing that her papa loves her a lot and when the man isn’t around, the Blood Angels Legion are close to keep her company to the point that even she calls them ‘big brothers’. No one is safe when she wants to play dress-up. The single problem I see with Sanguinius when raising his little girl is that he sins of being completely oblivious to the more mortal side of his daughter’s needs. He easily gets so wrapped up in his role of The Perfect Angel that he doesn’t realize his tiny princess has boundaries that are being constantly crossed, but since she feels the need to prove that she can be like her father, endures all those problems and refuses to seek help about anything. It becomes a kind of toxic mix considering how much Sanguinius is loved and adored by others, to the point that his daughter becomes like a coveted gem too by relation, making her need to prove her own ‘perfection’ an unconscious action the older she grows. I’m not even gonna touch with a ten feet pole the “fun fact” called the Red Thirst on this one because, let's be fair, that would require for me to write more than 3 pages with ONLY Sanguinius and his daughter in the spotlight and that’s only assuming his baby girl didn’t inherit it. I specialized in visual arts and marketing, not psychology jfc.

Ferrus Manus

It took me a while but after some investigating and more reading I can safely put this man in between the Papa-tier and ‘tough love’ guys. His practical mentality and belief of the strongest are (oddly enough) healthily separated from his parenting skills. This is one of the few Primarch that can see their daughter as an individual of their own and makes sure to be as present as possible in her life but the loyalty of this man to the Emperor is his own flaw. Not in the case that he’ll choose the Imperium before his little girl, but because it’ll put him in the dreading and guilty notion that he’ll always prioritize his daughter despite his oath to serve for the Great Crusade. Most of his brothers (except maybe Jaghatai and Konrad) just assume or don’t even think about the long term future of their daughters or simply presume that they will become a great part of the Imperium’s well oiled structure. Not exactly their fault since they never grew up with anything resembling normal. On the brighter and wholesome side (whiplash change!), this is a man who finds handmade gifts more meaningful and always makes sure to explain the reason behind them mostly out of the enjoyment of watching his little princess look so amazed at her papa’s skills. More often than not, Ferrus’ belief of the strongest would falter a little as he perceives the true fragile nature of his daughter and, even if she share the resilient blood of a Primarch, that isn’t enough to convince him that she isn’t vulnerable but instead of letting the worry fester, he’ll try to teach the girl the art of fighting. That’s where the ‘tough love’ kind of guy I mentioned comes out to light. He will not spare kind words during those moments of teaching, as he wishes for his princess to prevail any difficulty but he’ll make sure to always end any sort of training with “I love you so much that the idea of one day not being there to protect you, pains me beyond any form” to make sure that his harsh actions have a reason behind. Honestly, it's the kind of father-daughter relationship that possesses so many shades that makes its own drama novel. Good thing that uncle Fulgrim is always there to smooth the hard edges that may come in the future and makes up for the lack of spoiling the little girl deserves. Ferrus is not amused by it. Forgot to mention that the Primarch will be even more motivated to take off the metal of his hands, for he has yet to truly feel the warm and soft flesh of his baby’s hand. It's the one feeling he keeps missing and craves so much.

Angron

Oh man, another of the hard ones. Okay, if I managed with Konrad, I can tackle this bitch too. You need to comprehend that we are talking about a guy that has been so intimate with the meaning of pain that it's amazing he’ll be capable of ranging through other emotions that don’t involve fury into that combo too. That being said, this whole shitshow of being the father of a young girl can only be described as sad AND tragic. First off, Angron’s daughter wouldn’t even be allowed to leave her chambers at The Conqueror for obvious safety reasons and having her stay on Terra can’t be an option too, as Angron would rather be death than leave in a silver plate this one single pittance of good he helped to create under the light of the Emperor. That being said, any little girl born from Angron would be terribly isolated and one can’t even blame the Primarch for that as he, despite his disposition, finds his daughter as a genuine reflection of what he could never ever dream to have or be. That sometimes results in him feeling short and spontaneous moments of anger from the impotence of not being able to be close to his daughter, let alone console her with anything resembling compassion. This is a man that is horribly aware that he’s away from one sharp stab of the Nails to his brain to end up killing his little girl in one single swat of his hand. The moments of anything resembling fatherly love are few and very tense, for Angron has to constantly be focused on not letting the pain control his actions and that always looks as if he’s dismissing his child’s love language or actions. What else can I say that most people don’t know already? This is just a sad story waiting to end in tragedy and had it not been for how Sanguinius ended during the heresy, I can see The Great Angel taking Angron’s daughter under his care as the only consolation and promise to his corrupted brother before his demise. After becoming a Daemon Prince, Angron’s only genuine and foggy memory of his little girl is her crying while calling him with heavy despair. Goddamn I almost tear up with this one.

Roboute Guilliman

Look at my big nerd! One of the few guys that actually is humble enough to feel more human than any of his brothers… sometimes. I gotta say it, Roboute has the vibe of what happens when someone incredibly autistic suddenly becomes a parent; expect lots of books to try and be prepared for what entails to take care of a mortal baby. He’ll have a wholeass strict routine of activities and diets that you AND the baby must follow to ensure both of your health along with “fun facts” regarding a toddler’s development that half of the time lack the keyword ‘fun’ in there. Honestly, Euten will be a BLESSING sent, for she’ll be the one railing back the most extreme attempts of her adoptive son to try and raise his little princess like she was just another task of paperwork. Over all his quirks, the Primarch of the Ultramarines is absolutely trying his hardest to be a good father just as the one that raised him, but this is a man that half of the time ends up clumsily trying to spend time with his little girl only for it to backfire as he simply doesn’t understand how to entertain his daughter. Good thing the child will simply be happy to spend time with her papa despite his weird personality. More often than not, some of the astartes will see the young lady at her father’s chambers in a little booster chair beside him, doodling on some papers to pretend that she’s a big girl helping her papa with his very important job. It's probably the most adorable sight anyone can ever get the chance to see. Just like most of his brothers, Roboute isn’t that good at expressing his love towards his daughter with words, so he simply let his little princess be on his lap and hug her as if it will be the last time.

Mortarion

I’ve written enough of this man being a father that you all can get a wild idea of how he will be when confronted with parenthood. Even if he believes himself to be undeserving of anything resembling happiness thanks to his perception of being nothing but a tool of the Emperor, this guy will only need to see his precious little flower and feel like everything in the world can be forgotten, including his ever festering negative emotions. His daughter is the single light of love that he selfilish believes is his right after such torturous upbringing although that mentality rarely affects his princess, as he simply shows nothing but care and tenderness towards her. He may be a nervous trainwreck, fully aware that his Legion and himself aren’t exactly safe-hazardous, but that never has stopped him from doing his utmost best to protect the little girl from anything that may hurt her. Like most of his traitorous brothers, Mortarion would not hesitate to bring entire worlds into devastation if it meant that his family can be safe, even if that’ll end up making a terrible gap to grow between him and those he loves. It's quite terrible and sad to know that, unlike Fulgrim or Angron, Mortarion was the closest to his daughter and showered her with as much genuine love as he could in an attempt to avoid being anything like his supposed father (adopted or creator equally), so when he turned into a Daemon Prince, the festering and rotting resentment that consumes him sometimes simmers down when he remembers the laugh of joy his little princess often released when he would carry her up in his arms. Oh yes, some good ol’ gut-wrenching emotional damage, teehee.

I will not apologize for being a mean bitch by writing sad shit. XOXO

[ginerotica]

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summary: you and joost are a couple for almost a year now. one day you decided to surprise him by buying him clothes and putting make up on him.

note: this is the first time ive ever uploaded my writing, also have in mind that english is not my first language so please give me constructive criticism/feedback !!! tho be gentle pls im a sensitive soul ...

note 2: i don't speak dutch (obviously) so i apologize in advance if the phrases are in broken dutch

note 3: tho this is just fluff i could make a smut version or just a second part lmk what yall think.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing and kisses(? ig

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you were obsessed with joost and joost was obsessed with you. you were that kind of couple, the kind that was in an endless honeymoon phase and everybody knew and made everyone jealous too.

one of the first things that caught your attention from him, apart of his undeniable beauty, was his style. his baggy jeans, his leather jackets, his unique glasses, his tank tops, his odd looking shoes, his chunky belts and just his overall style was something that, to say the least, made you attracted to him.

joost is a fashion guy, so were you, and that was one of the things you both shared passion for. that was also one of the things that first caught his attention from you too. you put your own essence into your clothes and it showed, and he noticed.

when you went to the city center and passed by clothing stores windows you would automatically find pieces that couldn't help but made you think "joost would love this" or "joost would definitely wear those". so you started to sometimes send him a pic with the texts that varied between

made me think of u <3

and him seeing your notification in his notification bar would make him smile warmly, and feel seen. so he unconsciously would start doing the same to you.

but, one day you went out to the city center as usual and decided to make a step further. without a reason really, you started sending him a lot of pictures of different pieces of clothing:

do u like em?

pls answer quick

even though you already knew the answer, you waited for his reply, which took him less than two minutes of wait. he was chronically online, and besides he was a workaholic, he always made a moment to text you.

ja schat i loved em as always:3 (yes, darling)

┌—— In reply to the photo you sent: what about these gloves babe?

tho i would like those in other color ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠┌

┌—— In reply to: pls answer quick

why? did smt happened ?? (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

you let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding and softly smiled at the kaomojis he used as you read the messages but decided not to reply yet, just to add to the surprise.

you came back home and found your boyfriend lying on the couch with his legs crossed above the cushion and with his ipad on his lap probably designing some visuals for his own shows or something for his friends. either way, his attention was brought to you the moment he heard the noise of the clockwork and the bags that he didn't know you had brought to the home.

"hoi, schat. hoe is het? did you go shopping?" (hi, darling. how are you?) he said as he turned off and put his ipad beside him on the couch before standing up to your direction to greet you with a soft grin.

"and you didn't tell me a thing, and, you didn't answer my last text, so i guess we are like this now, huh? i thought you loved me and going shopping with your boyfriend. but i guess that got old or something..." he said in a teasing, playful way as he played the sad poor little thing role now almost in front of you.

you couldn't help but giggle a little at his tease as you locked up and closed the door after letting the bags on the floor to wrap your arms around joost's neck as his hands instinctively went to your waist making it impossible for you to not to lean into his touch. "hi, babe. i'm fine! and yeah, i went shopping buuut none of this is for me. and you know i love you and i love going shopping with you i just wanted to do a lil something for you"

both things were true: that you love him and that you love going shopping with him. activity that became a recurrent in your daily life as a couple. sometimes y'all went to the shops just to take a look at the products without the intention to but something. but, joost couldn't resist himself and always ended up buying something for you. sometimes it could be something small like a pin, a patch or some accessory, or it could be something over €100. it didn't matter how many times you'd refuses to accept it or tell him that you would pay it for yourself, or tell him that he didn't have to, or that it wasn't necessary. he would always say "i don't do it because i have to, i do it because i want to. you deserve this and even more, lieverd" he just loved giving you gifts, it was one of his love language.

you tell him as you gaze darted to the bags. it was possible to see the clothes inside them, and each piece was a bit too big for your style so joost started connecting the dots as you continued talking and he listened attentively while he drew mindless patterns on the skin of your waist with his thumbs "remember all the photos i sent you earlier? well i saw 'em and I thought they looked sooo good on you, like everything, so i couldn't hold myself from buying it... for you" you said with you big doe eyes that made him weak by the knees every time.

you sensed his hold on you tightening as you said "... for you" and a wide smile tugged on his lips that he just couldn't contain "babe.. you're fucking crazy" he said with his thick accent slipping deeply in every word and with a palpable excitement. "you really buy it all? how- how much does it all costed you? you know you didn't have to" he giggled as his gaze darted between the bags on the floor and your cute face. he was going to get a cuteness aggression attack because of you. "i'm supposed to be the one that buys you things."

"and i thought i would get maybe a 'i love you' or 'thank you', jeez..." you chuckled as you leaned to finally capture his lips on a sweet and tender kiss that joost made no effort to stop. your hands went to the back of his hair and his hands were holding you by your lower back. you were in perfect synchrony. soft hums and breath started to fill the room 'til joost finally moved apart from you.

"god, ik hou van je liefde" he said aa he forehead rested against yours as you both recovered air.

"me too, joosti" you said with a grin before you give him a peck on his cheek. your started stroking his hair as you moved away from him to see his eyes. "i wanted to dressed you up and make you a photo shoot" before asking him you give him another peck on his other cheek as you looked at him with your big eyes, making sure that he wouldn't say no. and how could he? you were his biggest weak spot. "can i? pretty please?"

joost was looking at you with hearts on his eyes, you were completely hypnotizing to him. and when he saw you making all those moves he already knew you were going to ask him something. and he also knew that he would obliged because he couldn't say no to you when you look that perfectly beautiful in front of him. and there wasn't a thing that wanted more than make you happy, what can he say, he is just a lover boy.

so when you finally asked him he rolled his eyes and giggled "oké, it's the least that i can do for you for all the clothes. i still can't believe that you actually bought all dat for me"

"it's just that i wanted to return it to you. you always buy me things so I wanted to give it back to you. but don't get used to this tho..." you said teasingly to him. "so, now that you agreed I'm going to make you a haul of everything i bought for you and after that I'm going to put on makeup on you. sounds good?"

"whatever you say, gorgeous"

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after you did to him a haul of every single bag that you brought like you were some kind of tik toker, you set it up everything to start making the photo shoot.

"so... what are your thoughts? do i have a good taste?" you asked him with clear excitement and eagerly looking forward to his verdict

"yeah, well... it's clear that you have a good taste." he said with a smug expression on his face as he gestured himself with his hands before letting out a laugh. "nah, but seriously, you do have a good taste. you already know that, schat." he took one of your hands on both of his to gently stroke your skin, making your hand look so small in comparison. he looked at you and asked you "so you are going to put make up on me now, right?"

"yeah, you're going to be my model today" you leaned to him and give him a soft kiss on his lips staring at his face for a moment just to drink in his beauty. "but first i need you to change. so go and put on the t-shirt, the jacket, the jeans and the gloves" you brought him an adidas t-shirt and a matching jacket of the argentina selection football, the predominant colors were light blue, white, and a soft gold, in addition to black details. a dark grey baggy jeans and white leather gloves, the ones he ask you to find in other colour.

and he did just as you ask. he stood up from the couch that you and him were sitting on before bringing your hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles, went to the bedroom with the clothes picked up from the bags with the tag still on in his hands to go changing.

meanwhile, you were taking out the hair brush, a mirror, the eyeliner, the hairpins, the eyeshadow palette and the make up brushes that you were going to use on him.

he came back to the room you were in with his gaze intentionally on the floor rubbing his hands with his fingers between the index finger and thumb, moving them up and down, as if he was anticipating something while mewing pretty hard modeling the clothes you gifted him. you couldn't help but let out a chuckle because of his unserious attitude but that didn't mean that the clothes didn't fitted perfect on him, just as you pictured him.

when he heard your chuckle his gaze went to yours with a raised eyebrow. "what is so funny now, eh? i thought i looked hot, not funny" he teaed with a feigned hurt in his face

and you couldn't help but to chuckle again at his question "you already know you look hot and you look hot everyday for me. it's just that you were mewing so hard." you did a pause before finish speaking "bros looksmaxing too hard"

when the "looksmaxing" word came out of your mouth he couldn't help but laugh so much that he had to put his hands in his knees and bent slightly.

"did you really just said 'looksmaxin' out loud, lieverd? god, i can't believe it... my girlfriend is brainrotted" he said shaking his head

"shut up, don't act like you are not like me, or even worse..." you stood up and walked just in front of him "also, like if you don't love me for it."

he looked down at you, sometimes you both forget about the height difference between you two. it wasn't that wide actually. but it was noticeable and more so in times like this "when you are right, you are right, schat, i can't lie to you. i do love you for it."

he wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning closer to your face and just when you closed your eyes and your lips were already in kiss shape he whispered "mijn mooie vriendin brainrot" then he finally kissed you and you could feel his smug smile even when kissing. it was funny, weird and corny but at the same time cute too, and that was pretty much how you could summarize your relationship

when you finally break up the kiss you rested you head on his chest hearing his heartbeat "can i do your makeup now?"

"oh. ja, ja. of course, i already forgot about it. you are a good distraction, you know." while he spoke he was running his fingers through your hair before you took him by his hands and walked him to the couch again.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. once you both sat on the couch his hands went to your thighs as you were on his lap making it more comfortable for you to do his makeup and to have a good perspective of his pretty face. you decide to just make him very dark eyes but you wanted to stay like that a bit more so you decide to start with applying him concealer.

"you're so pretty" you said with concentration visible on your face as you put him dots of concealer below his eyes making him look up don't allowing him to see your sheepish smile that he loved so much

"you are one to talk, schatje" he replied to you as a warm smile appeared on his lips while he drew patterns on your thighs. "what are you going to do to me?" he realized quite later how it sounded "... you know what i meant"

you giggled at how he phrased the question as you continued to spread the product "besides of doing to you whatever i want, i'm going to use black eyeshadow and eyeliner. this was just something i wanted to put on you. after finishing with that i'm going to figure out what im going to do with you hair."

"i trust you, liefde. i'm yours, you know that already."

you moved his face from his chin to make him look at you and kiss. between sweet kisses you tell him "Ik houd van jou, joost" just to hear "Ik hou ook van jou, y/n"

when you both decided that it was enough for now you finished with the concealer, you apply him compact power to set it up before starting to apply him the black eyeshadow.

"i love how black eyeshadow looks on you and your fans do too." you said with the palette on one hand and in the other the brush that you dip in it. "close your eyes for me, real quick"

he nodded and closed his eyes for you like you told him to "yeah i know, can't blame them though. i feel like it makes my eyes... uh, how do i say it... pop! ja, ja." he replied quietly with a smug smile

you giggled at his little struggle with his English "yeah, it really does. that's why i love it so much." your voice quiet as well due to your focus on making it look messy and pigmented enough. you shift his face to the other side by his chin to make it easier for you

"god, my brain is tired of speaking in English, schat." he whined with his eyes still closes as you almost finished with the last eye "why can't you just learn dutch, huh?" he opened his other eye to see your expression

you put your hand with the black tip brush down to let him open the other eye "sometimes i forget the effort that you make to speak english all the time for me, but that doesn't mean that i don't appreciate it. buuut, I'm learning dutch, it's just that is complicated you know" you raised your hand again and he closed his eyes again for you

"yeah, yeah. i know." you were done and he was finally ready "duolingo goes hard" he joked and he couldn't help laughing at his own joke

you laughed too without really meaning to "i cant believe you" you grabbed the hand mirror and face it to him "you're all set. take a look at yourself"

his hands went from your thighs to the hand mirror "you did me so well, huh" when he was done analyzing your makeup on his face he left the mirror on the couch and dropped his hand on your waist, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing that he ever landed his eyes on. "thank you, y/n"

"you've given me a nice place to work on, joost." your smile mirrored his as you looked at his every facial feature just thinking how lucky you were to be his. your hands went to his shoulders you both stared at each other's eyes before you asked him:

"can i take you some pictures?"

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idk how i really feel about this i wrote it a long time ago and forget that i had it on my draft :p

[polaris-daydreams]

take my soul, need control

pairing : benjamin poindexter x matthew murdock

warnings : SMUT❗❗condescending use of “daddy” from matt to dex, finger sucking, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, rough facefucking, breathplay, shoe humping, shared cum eating, degradation. pet names used: sweetheart, good boy, good puppy, baby, daddy. aftercare and softness at the end. DON'T READ IF UNDER 18 ❗❗

summary : there’s a lot of tension between dex and matt in the interrogation room. dex just wants to see how far he can push his handsome counselor. maybe even let him have the illusion of control for a bit. (spoilers, it's not an illusion)

w/c : 2.2k

a/n : first time writing smut !! based off this @nyikura. not as crazy as my og thoughts, but i'm still taking it as my practice for the pt 2 of my pope cody fic, so feedback with comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated !! please bear with me if it's unrealistic bcs honestly i’ve never even had my first kiss LOL so i had to rely on tips online for the smut. also, i tried my best to include non-visual descriptions when it came to Matt, but there's still visual descriptions for the sake of the reader. divider credits: @uzmacchiato. gif credits: @from-jjlee. writing prompt credits: @urfriendlywriter. i pushed back my report writing for this fic so i hope yall enjoy hehe !!

Matt believes he has excellent self-control and discipline.

Years of being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen has refined his need for bloodlust. Kept his anger at bay even for the worst kinds of criminals, held back his dark urges when the night called to him.

So why, is it, that hearing Dex's heartbeat race when he yanked the dirty blonde hair, made him so fucking hard?

Matt had noticed Dex’s heartbeat picking up from when the pet name “sweetheart” dripped oh so condescendingly from his lips earlier, and damn if that knowledge didn't stir something in his chest. The same place he locks up those wrong wants, where guilt manifests for certain fantasies.

Dex steals a glance down at Matt’s lap, a cocky smirk pulling at his (pretty) lips,

“Need help with that, counselor?”

Matt lets go of the (soft) hair and holds his jaw with a bruising grip instead, keeping Dex’s eyes on him as he bends down closer to his face,

“Shut your fucking mouth. I could make you rot in here for the rest of your life and no one would care.” Matt grits out, (yet he hears his own heartbeat quickening).

Dex just grins, like this is all a big game to him.

“Why don’t you make me? C’mon counselor, I’m pretty good with my mouth.” Dex pouts, fucking pouts against Matt's grip when he drawls out the last word.

Matt thinks that's his last straw, thinking about those pretty lips, thinking about them wrapping around something else. With the same hand, his fingers tip Dex’s jaw up, gently caressing the skin there, an action that could almost be mistaken for fondness. Then, his thumb slowly parts Dex’s lips. 

Fuck.

Just the slick sounds of an eager tongue and the feeling of Dex wrapped around his finger (quite literally), has Matt needing to let the devil out.

“That pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart …” Matt whispers, letting out a dark chuckle that goes straight to Dex’s cock.

So Matt does just that. He lets the devil out.

Matt yanks Dex forward by the collar easily and kicks the chair back, giving them more room while Dex is still chained to the table. 

“Get on your fucking knees.” 

Dex lets out a cocky laugh, oh the things Matt's gonna do to shut him up. 

“Your wish is my command, counselor.” 

The metallic clink of the chains rattles throughout the room as Dex makes his descent. Keeping his eyes locked on Matt's bulge the whole time. His tongue darting out quickly as he comes face to face with it as his knees hit the floor.

“Unzip me.”

An unsure pause lingers in the air, as if to say “How can I?”.

“Not with your hands, sweetheart. Your teeth.”

Matt hears a sharp inhale, but Dex obliges nonetheless. Gets real close, tongue peeking out to catch the zipper. His teeth makes contact with the zipper, and he tugs it down, down, down, before sitting back on his heels.

“Good boy.”

Matt lets his suit pants drop down, pulling out his aching cock. But something’s at the back of his mind. Dex had a different reaction to that piece of praise, he noted. Heartbeat speeding up, but not as fast as when he would use “sweetheart”. Hm. A different title, perhaps?

He lets a hand brush through Dex’s soft curls, the kneeling man’s eyes going hazy at the contact.

“M’ gonna fuck that attitude out of you now, baby”.

That’s the only warning Dex receives, before Matt plunges his big, aching cock past his lips.

Almost choking, as Matt drags his cock out until just the head is left, before driving it back in with full force. Ever the great multitasker, Matt still focuses on Dex’s heartbeat not quickening up enough to his liking.

Matt keeps up the unrelenting pace, beaming with an evil smile when he hears Dex struggling from the sheer size of him.

“What’s wrong, huh? Can’t handle it? Am I just too big for you? S’ that it? Too big for Daddy, yeah?”

The mocking words drip from his mouth with ease, but Matt tilts his head when he catches something.

Dex’s heart going absolutely haywire.

Hot.

Fucking.

Damn.

Matt sheathes himself completely inside the warmth of Dex’s mouth in one smooth motion, the tip of his cock buried in Dex’s throat. 

“Yeah? ‘Course you’d like that, being called Daddy while on your knees like a fucking whore. My cockhungry whore huh? Daddy’s being a good whore jus’ for me?”

Tears escape and fall down Dex’s face, his eyes totally glossed over now. 

Matt keeps Dex in place, gripping the hairs at the back of his head, muttering sinful words. Only when Matt hears his heartbeat pacing too fast, does he yank Dex off of his cock.

Oh how Matt wishes he could see the image laid out in front of him.

A string of saliva connects glossy lips to the tip of his cock, Matt feels the spit dribble land on his thigh. He smells the arousal emitting from Dex, the desire making his head spin. Chest heaving, the sound of heavy breathing filling up the room. 

But something’s not right. That’s not the only sound in the room. There’s still a faint rustle of fabric.

Matt tilts his head down at dex.

Places his fancy business shoe on top of Dex’s covered cock that's been rutting against it, stopping the movement.

“Did I give Daddy permission to pleasure himself?” Matt snarls.

He feels Dex shake his head, hand still at the back of it.

“N-no. M’sorry, couldn't help it. I’m sorry, I just need- needed more please.”

“Just couldn't resist being more of a whore, huh? If you want to act like a bitch in heat so much, then I should treat Daddy like one right?”

Matt could practically feel Dex’s puppy dog eyes looking up at him in confusion. If Dex hadn't been running his mouth earlier, maybe he would’ve considered going a little softer on him. Maybe even plant a kiss on his hair. 

But that's not what Dex wants, Matt knows. He knows Dex craves being controlled, being told what to do. He knows Dex is bigger now, could easily fight back against him even while chained up. But Dex doesn’t, he doesn't want the soft, gentle lawyer Matt Murdock. He needs the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and Matt is more than willing to give that to him.

“Gonna take your cock out, and you're gonna make yourself come by humping it against my shoe. Think Daddy can manage that? That's all I’m giving you, since you wanted to misbehave.”

Matt can hear the pitiful gulp, feels the nod in his hand.

Lowering himself, he pulls down Dex’s prison pants just enough to expose his underwear. He snaps the waistband, smirking when Dex moans from the slight pain. Then, he takes out Dex’s drenched cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Can feel how much you’re fucking dripping for me.” Matt can’t help the pet name from slipping, not when his hand gets drenched from how much precum is leaking from Dex’s cock.

Dex’s hips stutter when Matt gives his cock a few strokes, hand getting messy from all precum.

Matt pulls away and Dex whines deep in his chest, chasing after the friction.

“Hey. You misbehave, you get punished. ‘M gonna facefuck that pretty mouth of yours now Daddy, you’re gonna take what I give and fuck yourself on my shoe.”

Grips the back of his head again, with both hands this time.

“If you stop, I stop. And I know Daddy wants me to fill his throat with my cum, so make sure you keep humping like a bitch in heat, yeah?”

Dex barely finishes his nod before Matt starts thrusting in his mouth again.

Garbled moans and slick sounds fill the room. Matt pistons his hips so fast, so hard that Dex chokes on his cock everytime it hits the back of his own throat.

Dex can barely see straight with the amount of tears in his eyes, they trickle down his face, mixing with the saliva dripping down his chin. He keeps grinding down on Matt’s shoe, chasing after heat and friction that's never enough. But it's still Matt, and so it is enough.

“Fuckkk, you take my cock so good. Daddy makes such a good cocksleeve, fuck. Can feel me hitting the back of your throat, so fucking tight and warm. C’mon, keep rubbing, yeah keep humping like a good puppy.”

Swirling his tongue around, tracing the vein under Matt’s cock, swallowing around it.

“Fuck me sweetheart, do that shit again, oh please Daddy.”

What kind of Daddy would Dex be if he didn't listen to his good boy?

Flattening his tongue, Dex licks a long stripe against the vein before swallowing again.

Matt feels his body lurching forward from the force of his orgasm. The shocks of it travelling from his head all the way down to his feet making him dizzy. He cums deep into Dex’s mouth, keeping his cock in Dex’s throat so it collects every last drop.

The feeling of Matt’s cum hitting the back of Dex’s throat, the pure angelic image of Matt as he hits the peak of pleasure and the friction from the humping, it’s enough to make Dex’s eyes roll to the back of his skull. His moans and whimpers are muffled by Matt’s cock, and his cum shoots out all over Matt’s shoe. 

After what feels like forever, Matt gently pulls himself out of Dex’s mouth. Caresses Dex’s jaw, placing a thumb over his lips.

“Don’t swallow.”

Even in his hazy, fucked-out state, Dex manages to listen. Nodding dumbly.

Matt bends down, gets on his knees to match Dex. Reaches his free hand to Dex’s cock. Hears him whimper, as Matt covers his hand around it. Pulls his hand back, collecting Dex’s cum messily around his fingers.

Tilting his head, Matt brings his middle and index finger to Dex’s mouth. Grazing his fingertips on Dex’s lips.

“Open.”

Dex’s pretty glossy lips part, taking in Matt’s fingers. He’s careful to not let Matt’s cum drip out as the taste of his own cum mixes around in his mouth. 

Matt reels back his fingers, leaving Dex’s mouth with a soft “pop!”. 

Then, Matt surges forward, his lips clashing with Dex. A shocked gasp is let out, and Matt uses that to shove his tongue past Dex’s lips. The taste of his own cum mixed with Dex’s is almost enough to make him cum again.

Their tongues swirl together. Licking, sucking and conquering. Matt runs his tongue over Dex’s, scooping up some of their mixed up cum, swallowing it down and has to physically restrain himself from chasing after more. Not when Dex hasn't had a taste yet.

Matt parts from Dex, smiling to himself when he feels Dex chasing after him, peppering kisses on his lips. Matt softly holds Dex’s face in between his hands, stopping the movement. 

“Swallow.”

Dex follows the command, the gulp very audible to Matt’s ears.

“There’s my pretty, obedient sweetheart.”

Matt is gentler now. Doesn't want to take back his touch when Dex is leaning into his hands, but he knows he has to. They're running out of time.

“Shhh, shh. It’s okay. Not gonna leave yet. Just gotta clean you up abit, okay? Can you let me take care of you sweetheart?” Matt reassures Dex, he knows how he can get.

Dex calms down a little, his heartbeat slowing down. Matt takes that as a sign to wipe the cum off Dex and himself. Gentle touches. He pulls the underwear and pants back onto Dex, righting himself next as well and drags the chair back in place. Guides Dex up to it, settling him down slowly. He resumes the position he took when this whole thing started, sitting on the edge of the table close to Dex, who’s leaning back and still coming down from the high. Guard down. Peaceful.

Matt runs a clean hand through his soft hair a couple of times. Plants a soft kiss on top of his head, Dex’s eyes fluttering shut at the contact. Continues treating him with soft reverence. Matt’s voice is kinder this time, like he’s afraid of scaring Dex off.

“I’m gonna get you out. Soon, I promise. If I can’t do it as a lawyer, then I’ll do it as Daredevil.”

Dex’s eyes slowly open back up. 

“Why?”

His voice cracks. Like a small child, wondering why he’s been abandoned time, and time again.

Matt breathes deep. Lets the air settle in his lungs. Lets the sound of the inmates outside travel to his ears. Lets the memories of Special Agent Benjamin Poindexter fill his mind. Not Bullseye, not the deranged criminal who killed his best friend. Just Dex.

“Because that's what good men do. They defend their worst enemies.” 

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[heavenly-fae]

nsft alphabet - ian malcolm

ian malcolm x reader

warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom!ian

a/n | haiiii everyone !! been a while huh. life update. i started reading the berserk manga and im hooked, im so fixated on guts it’s not even funny anymore bc i will start writing for him. but um back to the ian post, yeah i started this when i was really fixated on him and only just now im finishing it bc i got distracted lmfao. i know most of yall followed me for jeff’s characters content but it might be while before i post about one of his characters again </3 i’ll always them tho :( as always enjoy reading !!!

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- like a gentleman, he would immediately start pampering you. asking you if you want water, cleaning you up, taking care of any marks are bruises he’s left on you. i feel like he’s definitely the type to loveee showers or baths together, would indulge you both in one to relax and take care of you.

B - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- on you - let’s be real. he’s an ass man. ass and legs specifically tbh…he’s the type to smack you ass as he’s walking by i swear !! adores and i mean adores when you wear short shorts or dresses/skirts. he enjoys sneaking up behind you and groping you, grinding into you. he’s never leaving you or your ass alone.

- on him - be fr. ian malcolm cannot pick a favorite thing about himself if everything is his favorite. ok, if i had to pick, i guess his hair, or hands. i feel like ian would have a 5-step hair care routine to keep his curls all nice and pretty.

C - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- inside. is this even a question. he has like 4 kids, i dont think ian knows the concept of pulling out. he especially likes watching it drip out of you. he’ll crawl between your legs and watch it while mumbling how good you are for him, how you’re gonna be such a beautiful family together. he can barely resist eating you out right after.

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- this is kinda self-indulgent for me. but um, i think he’s into the large age gap. it’s not even a secret, because when you call him daddy in that sweet little lilting voice, he can feel himself hard and thick in his pants. god, he wouldn’t even feel guilty about being with you when you're half his age because you’re just such a sweetheart for him <3

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- dr. malcolm has been around the block, we all know this. he’s a manwhore. but that does mean he knows how to please his partner. he’ll roll his hips, hitting that spongey little spot inside of you. lick his thumb before planting it on your clit to rub quick figure eights, which have your thighs shaking and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer. whisper dirty things in your ear while kissing you all sloppily. he knows how to fuck.

F - fave position (this goes without saying)

- visual link (nsfw!) = 1 2

- doggy! honestly i feel like ian would love all positions just as long as you're feeling good. but, he cannot go wrong with doggy. he’ll press your chest down while taking you from behind, usually with his fingers in your mouth to pull you back and hold your jaw open. or he likes pressing his chest against your back. tucking his head into your neck, pressing his lips against your skin, and groaning when you reach an arm back to sink your fingers into his curls.

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

- ian is definitely playful, he will make a joking tease to pull a giggle from your lips. but he will also laugh at you and not with you, just to humiliate you just a bit. he’ll squish your tear-stained cheeks together and call you a crybaby, just to then laugh at you.

H - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

- if you're reading this you’ve most likely seen the first jurassic park. we all know the scene. this man has a bush and a happy trail let’s be fr. but he keeps it neat ! it’s not an unkempt bush !

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- ian definitely has the capacity to be intimate with you. to ~make love~ to you. he’s devoted as can be and it shows (even if sometimes he does want a quick fuck. elaboration later). ian loves keeping eye contact with you, whether it's through a mirror, while you're riding him, or in any other position that allows the two of you to be face to face. he loves watching the small ticks in your expression as he grinds his hips into yours, cock sinking into you at the most excruciatingly slow pace he's ever gone. loves the way your cheeks flush and your cunt squeezes him when he calls you his, "pretty baby."

J - jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

- hmm. honestly i don’t know. i feel like usually he doesn’t care enough to masturbate, especially if you’re nearby. however, say he’s on some seminar halfway across the world and he misses you, a little more than usual, he feels no shame in calling you and pulling out his rigid, leaking cock and fucking his hand to the sound of your pretty voice.

K - kinks (one or more of their kinks)

- teasing - ian adores making you beg for him, lingering touches that disappear too fast or too slow. a kiss that's too addicting and you need more. yet, he chuckles and makes you work for it. also goes hand in hand with edging you, he will delay your orgasm as long as he wants just to hear you whine for him.

- breeding - he wants to make you a single mother. no no, but he genuinely wants to raise a family together. that’s it. he doesn’t know what pulling out is as i said a few paragraphs ago. he loves marking you as his and fucking his cum deeper into you to make sure it takes.

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

- honestly anywhere. but not straight up in public yk. but he’s a risk taker, and i feel like he enjoys the thrill of getting caught. for some reason, i say he rlly rlly likes car sex specifically, you getting all riled up for him that you just end up riding him in the driver's seat or he bends you over in the backseat, yeah, he’s not mad at that idea at all.

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- your teasing. whether it be playful or sexual, it always riles ian up. it's one of the many things that he loves about you, your sense of humor. and also him knowing how much you want him, how your small, playful gestures toy with him until he breaks and takes you off to a private little space to fuck you stupid.

N - nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- would never hurt you other than light slapping or spanking, or choking. he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you any more than that with your consent of course. you're his doll and he takes care of you :(

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

- hmm i think he likes receiving and giving equally. sometimes he can be a little selfish, and yeah he does just want sum head lmfao. but he’s also a munch, he literally told me i swear !!

- receiving - he’s can’t help but loveee when his cock is buried down your throat. ian thinks it's adorable how your eyes water when trying to swallow his length down, gets a little more than just an ego boost. he also loves when it gets messy, watching as you stare up at him with tear-stained cheeks, your mouth and chin covered in spit and his cum.

- giving - ian loves the taste of you on his tongue, loves to overstimulate you, loves to control your orgasms, loves to hear you beg and roll your hips on his tongue. he could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, large hands gripping the fat of your hips to keep you still as your thighs quiver and your pussy pulses from being too sensitive.

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

- hard and deep. he’s not fast, nor is he particularly slow and sensual. on days when he is feeling romantic, he will take his sweet time with you, slow and deep strokes accompanied with tender kisses and whispers of praise. but on the usual, with the experience he has under his belt (haha), he’s found a perfect pace, of course, when he’s close,e he barely pulls away from you and instead deeply grinds into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you.

Q - quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often?)

- oh yes. he never says no to a quickie. he’s usually the one who initiates it anyway. lovess a quickie while in his office, shoving his papers aside to bend you over his desk and fuck you dumb. pressing the palm of his hand against your whining mouth to keep you quiet…..a very good stress reliever !

R - risky (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

- very very open minded. it would be you bringing up experimenting and then him saying that he’s always thought about it lmfao. he’s down for anything! though he would say no to having a third in the bedroom. he wants to be the only one making you feel good.

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- has the average stamina of a 40 year old man. which is like what 1 or maybeee 2 rounds if you're lucky. however even if he’s spent, he can always pleasure you in other ways if you're still reeling wink wink nudge nudge.

T - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- oh yeah! i think he’d have so much fun with toys in the bedroom, he himself would probably own like rope or blindfolds, nothing more than that (maybe a small bullet vibrator that he can control hehe) he likes to use toys mostly on you but if your feeling up to it he’s always willing to have them used on him <33

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

- such a tease (looks at the letter K). but im not mad to elaborate on this at all though bc i want him to tease me so bad its not even funny. whether it be with overstimulation, ruining your orgasms, or even having you beg him to let you cum. ian revels in seeing your eyes water and your lips pout. god especially if you’re being particularly bratty he does not let you cum until he’s pushed you to edge multiple times <3 also also !! just mentioning that he also enjoys being teased as well <33

V - vocal (how loud are they, what noises do they make)

- he’s a talker. hands down. he most definitely curses when he's moaning as well, drawn out “fucks” and at when your pussy squeezes him tight, he'll say. "fuck, dollface, your cunt was made for me”. top pet names are any variation of doll, sweetheart, and of course baby <3 he’ll mutter out praise and degradation that gets even worse when he gets close. ian begins to babble on his words breaking with moans becoming less coherent, but he still forces them out as fast as he possibly can, until he's stuttering out groan of your name while spilling his cum deep inside you.

W - wild card (random headcanon for the character)

- hes into anal. this might just be me being self indulgent but he craves the feeling of his cock nestled deep in your tight ass. ian fucks you into the mattress, your tummy pressed down onto the bed with the weight of his body as he fucks your tight hole and all you can do is lay there and take every last inch of him <3333

X - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- he’s well adjusted and he knows it. it’s a reasonable length, and he's on the thicker side. it’s a slightly darker tan with his tip leaning more red. when hes hard, it curls upward a bit towards his belly button.

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- he may be 40 but that doesn’t stop him from being horny !! but honestly he will always follow your lead, if you have high or low sex drive he’ll always match your energy.

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- if anything, a good session clears his head and calms him down. he usually ends up just reading at your side. on days when he’s real tired, he’ll lay there, holding you close and running his hands along your back and then further. he'll drift off to the sound of your slow breathing and the steady rhythm of your heart.

[thesturniolos]

guilty pleasures

m. sturniolo x reader

summary: well, yall asked for it 💁🏼‍♀️ it’s part 2 bitches !!

warnings: smut, swearing, sub!matt (why does this even need a warning?), degradation.

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“need help?”

i’m frozen. i’m literally frozen. i don’t care about the ache in my pants anymore, i need her to repeat whatever the fuck she just said.

“w-what?” my cheeks are pink, i know that and even though i’m basically towering over her, i feel flustered and small. a girl has never had this effect on me, never made me feel this way or made me cum this way. how does she just say that and casually smirk like that?

“i’m kidding, matt. god, don’t get so worked up.” she laughs and turns before walking away to the kitchen. i’m sad, i’m sad about her not meaning those words. i’m close to tears about her not helping me with my boner, how pathetic.

i scurry to the bedroom but not to relieve the pain which has been lingering by the pool but the new found pain in my chest of rejection. to think that she actually would’ve wanted to have done that, so randomly too. like one minute she was laughing by the pool with me and then she was gonna be on her knees on my bedroom floor.

pathetic, stupid little tears are begging to fall from my eyes, a reminder that she won’t like me like that and those drunk words really weren’t sober thoughts like everyone claims they are.

she’s everywhere in this house. she’s in the photo frames on my walls, in the background of my phone, in the hallways, her voice echoing the house. she is everywhere and she always has been ever since we were small. which is why i cannot let my feelings get to me because after all she is still a friend, a very good one.

luckily the hard-on i’ve been struggling with has subsided, i wonder why. i was worked up over her after all, it doesn’t really feel the same after that’s happened. but that doesn’t mean i’m holding grudges, i don’t hate her for that, i don’t feel any different. i still long for everything she has. her hugs, her warmth, her kisses, her perfect curly hair, her curves, her gorgeous fucking smile.

im also not saying i didn’t want her to help me, i needed her to help me. help me come undone all over her, needed to see her perfect naked body laid on my sheets, needed to know i was making her feel good. but i also wanted everything else, all the sweet things we could do together.

a knock at my door runs through the room, can i have privacy in this house?

i don’t get long to answer before the door is opened and i see her. god, what are you doing to me? she smiles, poking her head through a small gap, holding up a plate of something.

“i brought you some food?” she frowns looking at me, walking into the room more and shutting the door behind her. oh, great.

“thanks, you didn’t have to.” i say, looking away from her. my acting isn’t great and my sad expression is still very visual.

“no worries, i - um are you okay, matt?” she places the plate on my desk and walks closer to me, standing just in front of me. still in that fucking swimsuit.

“me? oh yeah, im fine. why?” im quiet but im desperately trying to raise my voice to try and convince her properly. why is nobody on my side? like what?

“it’s just i know that i kinda- i kinda messed up out there. like, it was wrong of me to say that, we’re best friends you know? i didn’t mean to make you uncomfy.”

uncomfy? she thought she made me uncomfy? i wasn’t uncomfy, i was desperate.

“oh no, i didn’t even care to be honest. you’re good.” i laugh and look down at my hands. with her staring at me like that i literally cannot focus.

“well you just seemed a little flustered, you know?” she moves her hand up to my face and brushes away a hair that’s fallen. she noticed. i look up to see her doe eyes filled with what looked like concern? or was it something else? whatever it was, whatever she’s doing, is making my throat dry. we’re so close and i’m suddenly aware of my breathing and her breathing and the way she swallows and when her chest falls and-

“a little like you do now.” she smirks and she’s closer, if that’s even fucking possible. her breath is fresh on my lips and she goes to whisper, “it’s cute you know, matt.”

and with that she pushes her lips onto mine and it’s like heaven in a kiss. it’s indescribable, it’s everything i could possibly have imagined, it’s the healing of the small crack in my heart. her lips are warm and welcoming, her teeth slightly tugging at my lips as she pulls back slightly, her eyes opening to meet mine.

she goes to speak but i don’t want her to, i just want to feel her on me again, i needed it. i grab her face and smash her lips against mine again and this time it’s desperation. it’s years of waiting and secret looks in hallways, it’s every candle i’ve blown out on my birthday praying for this, it’s everytime i cried in her arms and she’s cried in mine.

our tongues dance and im pushing her onto the bed, i need her. for all of the times i’ve thought of doing this and refrained and now she’s actually here and underneath me, it’s too surreal.

we lose rhythm and it becomes sloppy, saliva covering both of our mouths, dripping down our chins as i slowly trail down her neck. she whines slightly and i could’ve sworn i came right there, right then. the voice of angel.

i groan against her neck in response, focusing on that sweet spot, hoping to create some kind of mark as evidence that this fucking happened because it just does not feel real. i need something to show in the morning, that it wasn’t a dream.

“matt, i need you.” and that was all i needed to pull the straps of her bikini down and to be fucking blessed with the most beautiful pair of tits i’ve ever seen. it was better than i imagined, her nipples as hard as ever, ones i was eager to take into my mouth and so i did.

i worked on both of them, switching every now and then, making sure they got equal love, squeezing the opposing tit too. the little moans that left her mouth when i sucked and pulled on them made my dick twitch in my pants and was enough to make me pull away from her boobs and drag her panties down.

she sits up, unbuckling my belt and throwing it to the floor all while remaining eye contact with me as i look down at her, ready to pound her into the bed. i needed to see her squirm under my touch, fill her up.

“my turn.”

okay so i’m literally evil and i’m making a PART 3 !! because i wanted to get this out today but i’m tired andddd i wanna make really fckin good smut bur hope y’all like the switch up!!

[rav1377]

Break The Bed

Don Hume x fem!reader

tw:fluff, mention of social anxiety, smut, etc etc etc-I’m a visual person so this is what i imagine readers undergarments to look like.Dons basic, basically what homeboy was wearing to rowing practice(aka the whole movie….yall saw that man was PACKING tho. so that’s my hc. )

@sassyandclassy94 for tags!

the party was loud and crowded as you and Don sat on a bench. everyone laughing and dancing, swinging and twirling to the music on the floor. each table was filled with people, no empty spaces for you and Don. so the bench it was. he held both of your punch cups as your head leaned on his shoulder. you grasped your cup and brought it to your lips, sipping it slowly. you place it beside you and trace your hand on his knee, drawing up his thigh. he’s rigid beneath you, unmoving and tense. but you’ve been used to this. he’s still your Don. “wanna get outta here?” you ask, pulling away to look at him. that permanent frown that seems to be stuck on his face looks at you, eyes curious. you smile when he stands, holding his arm out to you. you slip your hand through his elbow and grin, letting him guide you out of the crowded social hall. your dorm was one of the few that had single bedrooms, yours containing only a queen bed, your desk, a nightstand, and a dresser with a mirror. nicer than what a lot of people had. nicer than what Don had. he knew the way to your dorm, knew that’s where you’d want to go. it’d been a late night after all. something stopped him though. maybe the cool Washington air changed his mind.

he stopped outside the hall, listening to the music drift out of the door. you looked up at him, confused. “dance with me?” he whispers, eyes pleading as he holds his other hand up. smiling, you take it, letting his other hand drift to your hip and hold you close. the music’s soft and slow, allowing Don to simply rock you in his arms. he loved things like this. no one around, no one watching, just him and his girl. he thought you were too good for him, seemingly content with not doing things that everyone else was doing. you’d simply smile at him and laugh. “I don’t care what everyone else is doing or what they want to do. I care what you’re doing and what you want to do.” you’d said after the first time he’d said he was sorry. you were so confused what he was sorry for, but he thought you were committing social suicide by being with him. the music swells and Don twirls you slowly before cradling you back into his grasp. letting your head fall against his chest, your legs touch and tangle as they move slowly. as the song dies off into the night, Don holds you close to him. he strips off his jacket, draping it over your bare shoulders. “Donny I don’t need-“ you start but Don grunts. “it’s cold.” he says, air of finality resting in the moment. the walk to your dorm seems too short when you want all the time in the world.

“come up? please?” you ask when you reach the door. his eyes are hesitant and he looks at his feet. “i shouldn’t.” he murmurs, kicking a rock. “Don.” you say, stepping close in his arms. “please? just until i fall asleep?” begging, you hold your hands in his, trying your best pleading eyes. “o-okay.” he relents, and you’re dragging him up to your room, shutting the door behind you. pulling off his jacket, you place it on the chair by your desk, and he’s seated on the bed. he moves to take off his shoes and you follow suit, slipping off your little heels. waking to Don, your hands deftly undo his tie and hang it by his jacket. your backs exposed to him as you step backwards to him. “unzip me?” you ask softly. Don flushes and averts his eyes and pulls the zipper down. he’s seen you in your underwear before, it never stops to make him flustered though. his hands don’t know what to do and settle in his lap, fidgeting as he watches you step out of your pretty dress, placing it next to his jacket. you’re pulling off your chemise next, slipping your tights down with them. left in only your brassiere and little shorts, you turn back to Don. his eyes are dark from where they look at you, seeming to rake over your whole body. his eyes catch yours and blushing, he looks away. you chuckle and walk to him, unbuttoning his shirt before untucking it from his shoulders. his belts next, you slip it off with ease as he rises, dwarfing you as he slides out of his pants. “can we…” he asks quietly, cradling your hands in his. nodding, you quickly lift his undershirt, and he helps you remove it before tugging off your own brassiere and panties, laying you on the bed beneath him when he’s done. Don comes to lay on top of you, holding his weight up as he presses sweet kisses to your soft lips.

your lips part and you exhale softly when he pulls away. you’re sure your skin is hot to the touch and Don pants slightly from above you, hair falling in his face. his face is red and the freckles stand out on his skin. his hands drifts down further and further before the pads of his fingers creep in between your thighs. you’ve slept together before, but he never has once missed asking you for your permission, scared he’ll mess something up one day if he doesn’t. it bugs you to no end though, completely comfortable with Don. his eyes flit up to yours and a silent question is asked. you nod and grab his other hand, kissing the knuckles. those pretty lips of his come back to your lips, silencing the quiet moan that leaves you when his fingers brush your entrance, easing you open on his two fingers. “Don!” you whine when the pads of his fingers rub that spongy spot. “shh. i-i know.” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “it’ll feel good, promise.” he says, picking up the movements of his fingers, causing you to gasp. his head bumps against yours, noses brushing as he makes you fall apart on his fingers. he pants out a long breath when he feels you squeeze his fingers, feeling himself growing in his boxers even more. he starts to move his fingers again and you mewl, shaking your head. “no, Don, please no! n-need you.” you whisper against his lips and he blinks, pulling his hand out of you. “okay.” he murmurs, pulling down his boxers and discarding them on the ground. first, he lays on top of you again, member squished between you as he kisses your cheeks. you’re petting his hair, cooing at him. the bed creaks when he moves the two of you, shifting your legs so they lay on the bed. he finally pulls away and lines his length up with your tight cunt. his hands hesitate, resting on your hips. Dons eyes are blank, zoning out on how pretty you are. look so beautiful beneath him, hair splayed out and eyes pleading. the soft curve of your chest and tummy, all to the swell of your hips and mound. something’s touching his hand and he looks up. you’re holding his hand now, squeezing it reassuringly. “love you Don. you’re okay.” you say, kissing his palm. he nods and lines up with you, pushing in the first couple inches. a small whimper escaped you as your back arches. you need more.

he stops, giving you time to adjust and you shake your head. “Don.” you whine and his eyes look at yours, concerned. “please, you can move. please. I won’t break. won’t hurt me. please, need you.” you’re begging now, hands clinging to bring him closer to his chest and he relents, letting your chest touch his. nodding, he pushes in the rest of the way, filling you up just like you needed him to. he’s so big. makes you feel so good. he throbs inside of you as his hips rock back and forth gently. “want more?” he asks, finally relaxing. he’d been so tense and worked up all night, the stress leaving him. you nod desperately, playing into his words. “I’ll give you more.” he grunts, pushing his hips into you harshly. you squeal and clutch his waist with your legs, hands tugging on the hair of his scalp. he’s greedy, taking every inch of you, the bed moving with every thrust. the headboard bangs on the wood paneling but neither of you could care, too focused on each other. the practices he attends daily have been paying off, strong muscles working hard to push his fat cock into you. your breath comes out in little gasps with each push against your g-spot. “ngh-ohfu-you feel good, doll.” he whines out as your tight walls clamp on him. “y-yeah?” you ask, forcing him to look at you. he’s throughly flushed, lips plump as they kiss you. Dons eyes roll into the back of his head on a particularly sweet thrust. “ah! Don-feels good, Donny, so good.” you whine, gripping his biceps. the bed moves faster with his movements now, creaking under the weight and motions of the two of you.

“n-need to…” he groans, sentence cut off. you nod desperately and clench yourself around him. “please.” you beg. Dons coming, painting your insides white as his hips never once stop. he’s panting, and sweat pools on his brow as he picks up his thrusts once more. “mm! Don y’feel good!” you wail out. Don lets out a guttural noise, hips slapping into you at a rapid pace. his hand comes up to grip the wood headboard; short enough to be reachable. it’s all too much, his lips brushing over your skin, his cock kissing your cervix, his release dripping out of you. all too too too. moans repeatedly leave your mouth as he never stops, fat and veiny length ripping you apart from the inside out. “Don!” you cry, finally releasing on him. you’re panting again, clawing at his chest, trying to get him away from you. “t-too mu-nghhh oh god! Don, ‘s too much!” whining, your cunt tries to escape his length, twitching. he growls out, pulling out roughly before turning you onto your stomach, giving you little time to rest before he’s shoving back in, mumbling under his breath. this is only the ever time he’s super vocal with you, when your cunt loosens his mouth, brain going a bit mushy. he’s panting above you, mouth slack open as he pushes in, eyes rolling back into his head. drool drips out of his mouth as his head is angled downward, dripping onto your shoulder.

mewling, you push your arms up, planting your palms on the headboard for more leverage. Dons fat mushroom tip is pressed flush with your womb as he spills into you again without warning. your cunt tried to squeeze him of every last drop, and soon, your coming as well, aftershocks of Dons orgasm causing him to shiver as you clamp on him. “Don!” you cry out, begging for a break. “pl-please! one break!” you plead. Don merely shakes his head, pressing his lips beside your ear. “come on, give me one more? then you can rest?” he asks, voice breathy, almost whiny. tears pool in your eyes as you try to tighten yourself on him, nodding rapidly. the bed bangs harshly on the wall, groaning under the activities. “nghhhhh. so good.” he pants, wrapping his arms under you before flipping onto his back. he spreads your knees apart with one hand before gripping the side of the creaky bed with the other. hips bucking into yours, the new angle pushes him impossibly deeper, and you’re flailing in his arms. “Don.” you say firmly, wave of clarity washing through your cockdumb state. he huffs and you grind down on him. “make me come. be-ah!before you.” you groan out, feeling him push into you more. rowing seemed to have only upped his libido, increased how long he could last, and it drove you crazy. his strong arms pinned you to his chest as he bucks into you fervently, unchanging in rhythm. “Don don don don don.” you chant, tears spilling over your waterline. “come baby, please.” he begs, hand coming down to rub your clit. you’re moaning on him, finally clamping on his length one last time. all Don feels is your tight cunt squeezing him out of his last life, and he bucks his hips into yours, the bed moving with each harsh punch. he comes in you one last time, groaning loudly as he does. the pair of you pant, limp in the others arms.

suddenly, a loud creaking noise erupts and you yelp as the old bed beneath you collapses on two of its legs, spilling onto the floor. Don cradled you in his arms, hands instinctively coming to protect your head. “omph!” he grunts, shifting to sit up. you move, sitting up as well. “oh god.” Don says, panicked. his eyes are frantic as he slips out of you, face turning red again. you take in the situation, the broken legs and Dons panic, and begin laughing. “Don!” exclaim as he mutters under his breath, inspecting the mess. he looks to you, ashamed. “‘m so sorry, doll. didn’t mean to-“ you cut him off with a kiss. “broke the bed, huh?” you ask playfully, kissing him when he whimpers into your mouth. “didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” he repeats and you chuckle, pulling down your sheets and comforter. “get the mattress.” you order, and he obeys, pulling the thin thing off the broken bed and onto the floor. you climb on it, pulling him next to you before covering the both of you in blankets. “that thing was thirty years old, you did me a favor. we get free ones through the school.” you assure him, petting his chest. his eyes finally start to calm down, relaxing into your grasp.

“such a good boy. always treating me so well.” you whisper against his neck and Don stifles a moan. “should say that about you…” he replies, pulling you close to him once more, you swing a leg over his hip, and one large hand rests over your ass cheek.

“thank you for loving me.” he whispers.

note: TY FOR READING!!!! give some love to Donny boy!!!!!

-cass 💕:D

[m4rs-ex3]

ALLLL RIGHTY YALL

if u haven't already seen.............. guys i was late i was fucking late for the panel give me a break

BUT here is a play by play of everything from the second i got in

[A GOOD CHUNK OF THE SECRET SCENE] if you saw this post within the first few *hours you got to see but you know what? they got to me i don't wanna be the snitch (i did on accident but its the though that counts)

opeli is being led blindfolded (which we see from opeli's pov. riveting visuals i tell you) by soren to the ✨secret meeting location✨

when she comments on the fact that it is literally just callum's office soren shuts her up bless him

opeli's like "DID BAIT GIVE BIRTH??!?!?" and soren's like no these are "rescue baits" and opeli gives them the greatest fucking look i can't even describe it to you

you've seen that leak "look it's the pearl :D""WHA""yep he's in there :)))))"

rayla says it like "per-al." just thought you should know

soren suggests forming a Fellowship of the Pearl and going to throw it into a volcano i fucking hate this show

they're all debating what to do with it meanwhile the most cryptic-ass shots of callum with the pearl like we get it he's fucked (i take it back i want more)

they finally get to him and he's like "uh????? destroy it obviously?????"

he suggests--and these are 100% his words (not actually cuz u know but its the general idea)--"smash it? throw it off a cliff? take a big ol axe and just--KA CHOP." i love him so much

rayla asks how they know it won't just release him

the way callum is so confused and conflicted and he just says "i... i don't know" oh my god by precious baby

cool ass top-down to the pearl whirlpool esq transtion into the next scene hello??

zym is being emo at a painting of his mother (the one from 4x03 yeah they just stitched that shit up it's all good)

ezran's like. huh. we oughtta do smth abt this

callum is Thinking Thoughts on the turrets(?? yk where soren does his lunges) and tossin the rune cube when he sees the star rune light up......................................

it's stella stella's there and the way he reacts to her is so precious 😭 he's not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up type shit

enter rayla "they told me u would be up here brooding"

(in a tragic turn of events the rayllum of this scene had my brain fuzzy so i can't remember a few chunks here and there have pity my brain has rotten)

callum's like "we have to do something i'm scared he's gonna use me. i know what we need to do ok we need to go to the starscraper"

it's honestly hilarious the way he says "and *WE.* should go" he's like "don't be gettin any ideas now this is an us thing"

and then ohoho "they have something there for you, too" (THAT was an exact quote)

he's like "PLSPLSPLS i've studied star magic i know the spells i know the runes i just need the quasar diamonds!! LET ME FREE UR PARENTS AND RUNAAN PLEAAAASSSSEEEE"

rayla is veryyyyyy opposed she's like "NO i want to help my parents as much as you"--honestly i don't think ANYONE wants to as much as him--"but i don't want my biases to affect that" BIASES?!??!! like that was the word she used i can't stop thinking about it

zym has entered his wolf child era his ass is HOWLING at the moon

soren hears him and goes "aww little guy misses his mom :((( sometimes i wonder where my mom is...." WHAT AWHAT WHAT AWHAT PJARDON SAY IT AGIAN YOU WAHGTS SAY IT AGIAND HUAH HUWH A

ok. yeah callum does not have pajamas BUT I THINK WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES HERE????????????? HE WAS SLEEPING IN HIS OFFICE

THAT COUCH THING THAT THEY WERE ON WHEN RAYLA CAME BACK IN 4x03???? HES JUST SLEEPING ON IT I CANT MY GUY WHAT R U DOINGGG

in other news

bruv is tossing and turning and then just. ~stops.~ this can only mean good things (i think you know where i'm going with this)

he sits up. hobbles over to the door. there was a really cool transition (can u tell i respect the cinematography) and he's in the cellar holding the pearl.

he wakes up in aaravos' prison and is like "well this looks neat!" until he sees the mirror and screams and wakes up. when he realizes where he is he goes "what have i done" dude you fell asleep?? god he's never sleeping again (<- me when i lie 😈)

the description we got of this next scene did NOT do it justice it was fucking incredible

callum kicks down the fucking door (not actually) screaming for rayla

rayla TUMBLES OUT OF BED ON TO THE FLOOR, pillows in hands and unafraid to use them

"WHOA. HEY HEY ITS OKAY ITS ME! it's just me rayla. it's me. callum" i feel like he was saying the same 5 words for 7 hours it was beautiful

rayla: "callum?? jeez i could have-" *looks at pillows*

callum giggles the cutest fucking giggle and says something along the lines of "yeah, it would've hurt real bad :)"

oh yeah DE-LAYERED PONYTAIL RAYLA CONFIRMEDED??!?!?!?!?!

she sits back on the bed and my guy KNEELS DOWN AT THE CORNER OF THE BED TO PICK UP HER STUFF BEFORE HE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER and they say chivalry is dead romance was birthed and ended with this scene

he tells her about it and she goes "callum, you're exhausted. you had a nightmare. if i thought you were in any real danger you know i would-" and then ironically i forget the same line that the person from nycc did wouldja look at that

can i just mention how close they were sitting in this scene i mean i jsut thikn i should mention hwo clo

yada yada he has a lightbulb and runs off with her blanket

the iconic "i know stella.. he took our blankie :("

god knows why barius is up in the middle of the night whispering sweet nothings to his jelly tarts

callum comes in with a certain proposition mwuhahaha

rayla comes into his office and sees his aesthetic ass sewing by fireside and graciously says "ah i get it! you're taking your mind off things by peacefully knitting" so iconic for both of them

callum explains that he's stitching runes to create a protection spell when barius comes in with the """"""""pearl""""""""""

rayla DIVES in front of callum and says "what r you doing get that thing AWAY from him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she got SO protective SO fast it was blessed

callum's like au contraire 😈

ok so obviously we had all heard about the fake pearl but. you know that one guy who makes insane sculptures out of nothing but chocolate? that's what they did the pearl is brown sludge with a candy coating 💀 i'm losing my mind that is so funny to me

so yeah with the decoy out the real pearl is protected by--and callum literally said this--"a magic blankie >:)"

he also pops in to tell ez and omg GUYS BAIT HAS HIS OWN LITTLE ROYAL CANOPY BED ITS SO FUCKING CUTE

dawn in the courtyard--ez is saying goodbye to soren, zym, and pyrrah who are going to look for zubeia (i almost just typed zendaya i need sleep) and callum and rayla who r going to the starscraper

my roman empire is this: callum was acting all eepy and then when they get going hE RESTS HIS HEAD ON RAYLA'S BACK AND FALLS ASLEEP. I CANNOT FUCKING MAKE THIS UP IT WAS PHENOMENAL SHE LOOKED SO FUCKING HAPPY I I I I I I HAKJSDHFKJASHFDKJHSADKFHKJASHFIHASEKFH

on a slightly lower note

scene from teaser except they did cut a couple lines in the teaser. mainly just terry going "didn't see you there,, cuz i was asleep. with my eyes closed"

he does not in fact get impaled but claudia tells him she's gonna leave him first and does just that

as she's going omfg terry's cries and pleas and "I LOVE YOU"s and "I WILL WAIT. I WILL WAIT HERE FOR YOU" was absolutely insane idk what was in the air in that recording studio but shout out to ben

i am so tired goodbye!

[s1ater]

cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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[itsgirlcraft]

I didn't like how the background blended in too much so I edited the birthday gift a little-

If you zoom in on anything I can literally give you the backstory and HD version of it, feel free to look for your blorbos ehehe :3 (I promise they're there somewhere lol)

@dracl-dragon @itisindigos @chaoticcyprus @thebeingmerf

Anyyyyyway-

Here's a few close-ups as well as the collage without the background :p

More yapping under the cut!

I wanted to make something as a visual representation of how much has changed in the time of Sabre creating his channel and now. Originally it was gonna be smaller but I think this works in its own way. This is just over 150 pieces of fanart I've done in the past 5 years I've been a FavreMySabre fan, more or less organized into the years between 2019-2025.

And this is, mostly, just my favorites, and the moments I had an artstyle change or learned something from one of them! Ngl, I can kinda see dracl's style in my old art- /vpos- I mean, we hadn't met at that point- but like, the shapes and hair- I just. I think I like my old style a little more thanks to Dracl :]

I genuinely don't know where, or who, I'd be if I hadn't found this community and Sabre as a whole. I remember my first fanart was way back in August 2019. I don't think I ever could've understood the magnitude of what I had done that day. It was because of a YouTube channel named Kessa Steve that I finally tried my hand at making fanart, something I hadn't done since like 10 years old when I was really into Garfield the cat. I'd been basically adrift creatively since I left behind Garfield, and I really didn't feel confident in my own art. So I found someone who I could try to follow.

And, well, now? I have to admit that a lot of my sense of style and interests as a whole are because of these silly block guys, and the one who made up their little stories. I was mostly neutral towards clothes, but I started thinking about "casual cosplays" and now I have so many clothes that I actually like to wear. I've used the Steve Saga and more as inspiration for assignments, which often is the only reason I could get through those at all.

And, if I may be completely real with you, the only reason I am holding on every day is because I want adventure. I don't...I really, really don't know how I'd be able to convince myself to flip the switch, from fear to focus, to actually face my dread and face the real world. A lot of how I explain my own experiences and emotions and struggles is through the Steves, through Trapped, through all the FMS stories.

Dread Steve, Colle, Seer, RQ Dark, Time Steve, Galaxy Steve, RQ Light, Trapped Sabre, Trapped Victor, Prof. Red, there's- there's a lot.

The intro of the Twisted Rainbow finale has genuinely changed me so much. "Beware the cosmic fallacy. The spiral we believe we must follow to find the way out. Accept this reality - not the position you find yourself in, but that this, IS the position. Then begin to create change and prosperity. My message to you: look around and Breathe, or things may become...Twisted."

I don't feel strong most days. I don't have much confidence in my own ability to survive and take control of my own life. Most days, I end up following at least one spiral. Maybe it's not a ~completely devestating~ spiral, but it's a spiral nonetheless. A lot of the time, I get stuck in my head, and even when I know I am blinded, I don't take off the blindfold. It feels like glue, the circumstances we find ourselves in, especially when you know you got there of your own volition. But you can't change from shame and guilt. You have to find a sense of love to truly change in a way that matters.

And by God, that is hard.

But hey, when there's a little block guy that you can pretend is sitting right next to you on the bus, sometimes it's not so impossible anymore.

So, yeah. Thanks for reading this ramble-turned-personal, I guess. And I love yall, don't ever let your spirals get the best of you <3

And happy birthday, Elan. I hope things are going better than ever for you.

[localsadidagirl]

Market Chaos- Iop boy x Sadida🌱 reader

✨This is like the backstory of how our Sadida reader met Iop boy:) I haven't made Iop boy a full OC yet, but I have made a little Pinterest board to visualize him a bit more: ( https://pin.it/3nT1JGJau ). I will make a ton of short stories with Iop x Sadida reader. But anyway enjoy! No warnings except playful banter!

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"Alright, so that checks off the Earthmother root for the stew, enchanted nuts for the bread, and flowermilk. All we need left is Petalberry for the tarts, Doll!", you say to your summoned companion.

Doll was the only companion you thoughy was worth bringing out to the city when you moved away from home to grow your medicinal business away from your family.

You love them, but sometimes for your own peace loving from a distance is needed, hence why you moved to a whole new place knowing exactly no one.

Definitely seeing and ignoring the amount of stares you receive when walking around. You understand why though, why would a Sadida like yourself move away from the kingdom that so many wish to move to. And Sadida's aren't known for leaving their family often staying close their entire natural life. But just thinking about it all gives you a headache.

"I'll probably only need a bag for the tarts, right Doll? Doll?", you call out when you don't get a response. As soon as you look up to see what has your summoned so occupied you get a flash of fire red hair. And the hardest tackle you have every endured in your life. Breath knocked out of you. Soul out of your body ( oh yall get the point mb ).

"Earthmother, why? Why now? I haven't even gotten to talk to my man, my man, my man...Armant Sheran Sharm ( see what I did there teehee ). "You think to yourself as you lie on the market ground, and Doll freaking out beside you.

" Oh God of War! My bad I didn't mean to knock the wind out of ya! Here let me help you up- ow wait what is that!?!" The weird Iop says as Doll starts biting at his ankles.

"Doll stop it, he's not worth it...", you say still dizzy as Doll runs back to you, whimpering worried.

"I'm so sorry miss, knights honor. I- wow I haven't seen your kind here ever!", he exclaimed while helping you up and picking up your fallen items.

"Wow so first you knock the wind out of my lungs and then you discriminate towards me, just great...", you mumble while pushing him away and brushing your self off. You then picked up a very angry Doll and took your basket from him.

"Oh no miss! I'm sorry, I just haven't seen a Sadida out here for as long as I've been alive. I thought you all usually stayed inside the kingdom?", he said head quirked to the side confused.

"We obviously we ALL don't!", you huff and start to walk away, Doll trying to jump out of your hands and bite the Iop some more.

"Miss please, forgive me. I was not raised to be so rude and ungentleman like. I've just never seen a beauty as amazing as yours before. I now wish i've meet a Sadida sooner.", he says genuienly in a trance.

"Ungentleman like?", you think. That's just about the dumbest thing you've ever heard... but kinda cute.

He finally snaps out of it and offers to hold your basket and walk you back. Doll suddenly able to calm down starts to creep closer and closer to him, soon warming up.

"Well damn I can't be that easy." , you say becoming somewhat smitten with the boy.

After really taking in his full appearance, you see his firery red hair, tan skin, and you see many brusies and battle scars littered all over his skin. And a huge...ass...sword on his back...with an eye staring right at you...

"OH GREAT MOTHER WHAT IS THAT?!?!", you say jumping back, and grabbing Doll back in your arms.

"Oh that's my Shushu! It's harmless I swear.", he brushes it off nonchalantly.

"Hey princess, you might be decent looking but your not all that. Don't call me a "thing", that thing smugly.

"..........."

"It just spoke right....?", you said dumbfounded that this THING just tried you.

"Stop it! Don't say that to the pretty lady! Sorry about that miss, he forgets himself sometimes. But yes he can speak, he a ShuShu, a demon trapped in a weapon pretty much", he explains frantically trying to shut up his sword.

"So what your some kind of knight or something? You look pretty bruised up." , you said gaining some interest into the mysterious Iop. Doll gaining newfound interest into his very annoyed ShuShu.

You've heard about the notorious Iops. Not many positive things. How they're a bunch of braindead warriors who let their weapons do the talking. And seeing how they're your main clientele, they seem to live up to their name.

But there was something different about him, he seemed to embrace his scars to his fullest extent. even though Iops are fierce they can also be very vain. But he doesn't seem to know how much of a himbo he looks like. It just gives him another...likeness factor, you think as he tries to calms his ShuShu from going off on your companion.

"Huh? Oh yes miss! Well... somewhat. I hope to be one day, but right now Imma bounty hunter doing odd jobs here and there y'know." , he says picking up another items that you might have dropped, along with your purse.

"Well looking at your wounds you should get treated before those cuts get infected. You have so many scars on you, because you didn't get them treated properly, you should go to a different healer.", you say with your expert medicinal knowledge.

"Oh yea, I just run some water on them and keep going!", he says like that's something to be proud of.

"You...just run some water on them...? Are you braindead?", you say flabbergasted at his Yop-brain.

"Wait is that bad?", he says seriously confused.

"Oh great mother help me... look cause I'm too good of a healer I can't let you walk around like that. Come on, grab those bags and follow me." You say grabbing his hand and dragging him back to your place, with Doll following while annoying the angry ShuShu.

He started to look into your basket while following you aimlessly, noticing a multitude of herbs. "Are ya a healer perchance miss?", he says amazed there's more to you.

"Yea and it'll be against my morals to let you walk around looking roughed up."

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"There, done! I've patched up every cut, and you need to rub this ointment on your bruises every night. Come back in a week so i change your bandages.", you say cleaning up your supplies and laying down a very sleepy Doll.

"Can I come sooner...?"

You look back to see this sun kissed, red head himbo looking up at you with the most yearning eyes you've ever seen.

"Ehmmm!" , you clear your throat as you snap out of it. "Why, do you need something else?", you say you turn back around to avoid his very intense gaze, pretending to mess with your herbs.

"Your name maybe?"

"It's [your name], anything else?"

"No. I just really want to see ya more, I don't really know why though. But I feel...connected to ya presence or somethin'. Can I get to know ya more?" He asks standing up to his full height looking down at you, demanding your attention.

"Fine, you can come back tomorrow. But I'll be busy with some more patients.", you say breathlessly. trying not to fall back in his gaze cause damn...you might really be that easy.

"That's fine, I'll be glad to help so I don't burden you!", he says as his demeanor changes to a perkier one.

"UGH! We get it! Get me out of this room so that you two can have it to yourselves.", his sword says rolling it's eye at the two of you.

"Oh hush! Sorry about him.", he says smiling sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

"Yea whatever get your PET under control.", you say pointedly at the arrogant sword as he scoffs at you.

"But he's right we should get going, I'll come back tomorrow yea?", he says packing up his sword and heading towards the door.

"Sure, see you tomorrow.", you say standing in the doorway staring into his auburn eyes before he walks away waving.

After watching him walk back towards the city you close your door ad walk back towards your bathroom looking at your bed to see Doll sleeping peacefully.

"I'd say well be having a pretty eventful day tomorrow, Doll.", you say still thinking about the boy who ( literally ) came crashing into your life as you start your night routine. Winding down your day to start a very new day in the morning.

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✨Hey guys so this is my first post back. Just wanted to explain a few things if maybe you have no idea what I'm writing about. This is a Wakfu fanfic that features a Sadida reader ( you! ) and an Iop boy. Who I yet to make into a full oc. But will post when I do. The food references I made are NOT tied to Wakfu or Dofus, I just freeballed it there. And if there is anything else you guys might have questions about please feel free to reach out and ask away! Byeeee!

Oh wait, also my man, my man, my man. Armant Sheran Sharm is the prince of the Sadida kingdom ( may he rest in peace... )

Word Count: 1451

[its-been-rose]

Yall roleswap au but Marie and Henry switch places during the final confrontation

Like Forrest still gets trapped in the producer booth but Marie strolls in, maybe knocks down a speaker or upturns the couch, saunters over to the recording booth and hits the “Press 4 Peggy” button, turning the microphone to herself.

Forrest: Dawn.

Marie: *does the single finger at a time wave* Forrest. I’ll be honest, you don’t look how I expected you would. Not bad.

Forrest: I don’t have time for your bullshit, Dawn. Where’s Peggy?

Marie: ugh, temper, temper. We’ll get to her later. For now, I thought we could end tonight’s Whistling Man special with a special guest.

Forrest: you?

Marie: *laughing* no. If my timing is right, you should be getting a call coming in any minute now.

Forrest: just what the hell are you- what? The board… it’s a call?

Marie: *absolutely done being nice* answer it.

Teddy: LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!

Henry: *heavy breathing*

Marie: welcome to the air, Mr. Teddy Gallows Junior.

Forrest: so there WERE two. That’s how you’ve been getting around so fast!

Marie: aren’t you a clever boy.

Henry: *loud breathing*

Teddy: you son of a bitch, your breathing is too god damn loud I can’t hear a word they’re saying!

Marie: DONT yell at him, or I’ll have him slit you ear to ear. It’s okay, honey, you can remove your mask now. Poor thing, no wonder Mooney went crazy wearing these.

Henry: *muffled scuffle noises*

Teddy: it’s… just a kid! Wait, hang on, you look familiar somehow. Kind of like this girl I used to know twenty years ago…

Marie: I’m back, Teddy.

Teddy: Marie?! Marie Campbell?! It really IS you! Boy, it sure has been years since I heard your-

*Henry kicks the shit out of him*

Teddy: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

Marie: he doesn’t like kissasses.

Forrest: wait. If you’re… George’s girlfriend… then… who is that with Teddy right now?! What do they have to do with any of this?

Marie: Forrest Nash, let me introduce you, and all of Gallows Creek, to my boy, Henry Barrow.

Forrest: Hello, Henry.

Teddy: ow!

Marie: don’t mind him. he’s shy.

Forrest: what do you want, Marie?!

Marie: *examining her knife* well, since you did such a good job in piecing together everything that’s happened, I want your help in revealing what really happened that night twenty years ago.

Forrest: meaning?

Marie: I want you to interview us.

Forrest: and if I say no?

Marie: *tosses her knife in the air and catches it* *clicks her tongue and shakes her head* guess that’s a wrap on Forrest Nash, then.

Teddy: you bitch! What makes you think I’ll play along?

Teddy: OW!

Marie: seems like you found a good enough reason on your own.

<the interview is pretty much unchanged, with the added visual of Marie physically turning around and holding the desk when she gets too upset to answer>

Peggy: *getting closer* MARIE?! MARIE- huh?!

Marie: honey, put your auntie on the phone for me, please.

Peggy: GET OFF ME-

Forrest: PEGGY!

Marie: Peggy… it’s me…

Peggy: Marie?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!

Marie: I’m better than I’ve been in a long time, Peg. Your good friend Forrest has been keeping me company. For now.

Peggy: what- I don’t-

Marie: frankly im a bit sad you forgot my voice… I called up so many times hoping you’d remember…

Peggy: you… you were Dawn… that’s… that’s why you asked us to play that song…

Marie: good to talk to you again, Peggy.

Peggy: Marie, what happened to you?! You just disappeared one day and-

Marie: disappeared?! I was thrown out! I begged mom and dad to do something about what happened that night. But did they care? No. They told me to stay quiet. They only cared when they learned I’d been with George, and then…

Peggy: thrown out?! I don’t understand-

Marie: does the handsome young man in the dark trenchcoat look familiar to you?

(Optional teddy line here: familiar?! He’s your spitting image!)

Peggy: he’s…. Oh my God, Marie…. I’m so sorry.

Marie: it’s not your fault.

(The rest of the dialogue basically remains the same)

(If Peggy dies, Marie briefly drops to the floor before picking herself up.)

Yall sometimes I do cook okay