#i wanna make one more emote before i stream again

[chacolachao]

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[nottsangel]

— artrick and camgirl!reader ੈ♡˳

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it began as just a quick way to make some extra money during college and nothing more than that. you were a bit apprehensive at first, aware of the risks and consequences of someone finding you, but eventually, you started to find joy in it, especially because you received a lot of attention— even more than the other girls on the same website. people, who where mostly older men, started to like you, and money began to pour in like never before. but no matter what, you had to keep it a secret from everyone.

yet, patrick who scours the whole internet for porn that matches his specific taste, managed to unexpectedly find you while you were live. he almost couldn’t believe his eyes— his best friend, with her legs spread wide as she touched herself and loud moans escaped her mouth. and god, the way you moaned sounded so angelic, with your pretty, soft lips parted in ecstasy. he simply had no other choice— he had to tell art.

“i swear to god patrick, i don’t wanna see those golden shower porn videos again.” “just, trust me, you’re gonna wanna see this.” patrick insisted as he opened his laptop. he glanced at the time. 10 pm. that was usually when you came online on thursdays, because yes, patrick had already watched you so many days in a row, he memorised your streaming schedule. “who are these girls?” art questioned with a raised brow, puzzled as to why patrick would show him random camgirls, until he noticed he noticed you— fully naked while you held a vibrator against your swollen clit, causing his eyes to widen as he leaned closer to the laptop screen. “holy… fuck.” “yup. i know.”

and that’s how it all began. now, every day right before you would come online, patrick and art would sit impatiently next to each other on the bed, eagerly waiting for you to go live. “you think she’ll use that pink dildo again?” art asked patrick with clammy hands resting on his knees. “god, i hope so. that one’s my favourite.” and when you finally appeared on screen, a smirk spread simultaneously across both boys’ faces as they stared mesmerised at the screen, quickly adjusting their positions as their pants grew uncomfortably tight.

it was somewhat odd— it almost felt like video calling with you, as if you were touching yourself just for them, until they were hit with the harsh reality of the comments and countless men thirsting over you. the wave of comments flooding in during your streams, especially when you would interact with them, evoked a complex mix of emotions in patrick and art. they were consumed by jealousy— they wanted you for themselves, and they hated the fact that others could see what they saw. “jesus, these men are fucking desperate.” art exclaimed while reading the quick-paced comments with an unamused face. patrick shook his head in disapproval as he let out a chuckle. “i bet they’re all jerking off while watching her, fucking creeps.”

and ultimately… they found themselves becoming what they once criticised the most, as they’re now shoulder to shoulder in art’s stanford dorm room, hands tightly wrapped around their throbbing erections as they pumped it quickly. “this, uhm… this isn’t weird, right?” art questioned, his breaths coming in quick pants as your moans echoed through the shitty speakers of his cheap laptop. “no, no… i mean, we’re looking at her, right? nothing weird about that.” patrick reassured art as his eyes stayed fixed on your movements, and art nodded in agreement.

and even now, as they masturbated not only on their own to you but together, while watching you strip and bring yourself to your orgasms over and over again, they still hung out with you as usual. you noticed a change in their behaviour though— you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but they seemed more, nervous around you. you brushed it off quickly though, thinking it was just you. but little did you know they were indeed nervous to be around you now, as their eyes scanned every inch of your body covered in clothing, knowing that they had seen all of it— all of you, naked.

“do you… do you think we should tell her? that we know?” patrick asked art as they were once again, sitting in art’s dorm room, their hands lazily pumping their cocks. soft fucks and oh my gods slipped from your lips and resonated through the room along with the buzzing sound of your rose toy, which was the usual on fridays. “i mean, yeah, we should, eventually. maybe… uhm, next week… or something.” “yeah, yeah. next week.”

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[intromortal]

⸻𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠.

PAIRING: jay x f!reader x sunghoon

GENRE: ⚠︎ smut. mdni. cheating, best friends to ?

WARNINGS: threesome, oral (f!receiving), no protection, creampie, a little mxm never hurt anybody, name calling (slut, whore), praise, degradation, exhibitionism and voyeurism (?), choking, bondage, two dicks in one hole yessir, squirting, cum eating, snowballing, heeseung is a cheater, sunghoon is sneaky, i think that's all

WORDS: 5.4k

SYNOPSIS: you find out Heeseung cheated on you, but thankfully your two best friends are there to console you.

a/n: if this sounds familiar it's because it's an old fic that was originally divided into two parts! since i was not happy with it, this is the edited version. both parts together and with some changes💗

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Jay peered through the crack of the door, one leg still not entirely in the pyjama shorts he grabbed off the floor when he stumbled through his apartment to find out who the hell was knocking so damn hard at three in the morning.

He felt his breath knocked out of his lungs when he found you standing on the old ragged mat citing ‘welcome-ish, depends who you are, and how long you stay’ that Jake had gifted them when he and Sunghoon moved, tears silently streaming down your pretty face.

He swung the door open and engulfed you in his arms when he noticed you shivering like a leaf. He walked you over to the couch, sobs starting to shake your body despite the comforting weight of his hands on your shoulders.

Sunghoon rushed in not long after, eyes puffy and hair all messy from sleep. He recognized your sobs as he walked into the room, his heart shattering with each sound. It had become a recurrence ever since you started to date Heeseung, one they both insisted was not a burden every time you felt bad about taking time off their day because of your fights with your moody boyfriend.

Despite it happening so often, Sunghoon never got used to seeing you hurt.

“What did he do this time?” Jay seethed.

Jay loved Heeseung like he would love a brother, but he did not think he could go on seeing him hurt you like this time and time again. You always put him on a pedestal, forgiving any harsh word he uttered, claiming he was a completely different person when not mad at you. He could not figure out why you didn’t seem to understand that you deserved nothing but sweet words, regardless of Heeseung’s emotional state.

You tried to speak through your sniffles, slowly calming down as Sunghoon drew soothing circles on your back with his warm hand under your shirt, raising goosebumps all over your skin.

“Take your time princess”, he muttered, his breath slowing to coax you into mimicking it, helping you calm down. “There we go.”

You sighed deeply one more time before gathering the courage to speak, doing anything to avoid your best friends’ worried gazes.

“I caught him cheating.”

The room felt unnaturally silent, their movements on your skin also stopping as they processed your words.

“I’m gonna actually fucking kill him this time Hoon,” Jay gritted through his teeth, his blood loud in his ears.

Your head shot to the other man, finding him with a deep-set frown on his face. He intertwined your fingers with his and gently caressed your hand with his thumb, not uttering a word.

Not that you needed it, his touch was always enough comfort for you. Both him and Jay your safe space.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jay asked, pushing any violent thought in his mind for later. You needed him there with you, and he would not let you down.

You shook your head, tears drying against your lashes and making them appear longer as you looked up to him pleadingly. “Just wanna forget about him."

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Your back was propped against Jay’s defined chest as he sloppily trailed wet kisses down your neck, his fingers playing with one of your nipples while Sunghoon’s lips were wrapped around the other one, his fingers grazing your poor hole teasingly once more.

You had lost count of how many times Sunghoon had you coming on his fingers. He insisted you needed all of the prep you could take for what was about to come, the dangerous promise making you clench around his digits.

“Please just put it in,” you keened. Not that you didn’t enjoy being fucked open by Sunghoon’s fingers, but the thought of how delicious their cocks must feel inside you had you begging for more anyway. “I’m ready, please.”

Sunghoon cooed mockingly at your state, “Our baby says she’s ready Jay, what do you think?”

The silver-haired male just chuckled and grabbed his cock, adjusting it over your pussy from behind. You wailed, head thrown back against his chest when his red tip caught on your abused clit, the movements of his hips tortuous as he ground his member between your folds.

Sunghoon sprung into action and grabbed his friend's member, slapping it over your pussy multiple times, ripping out little pleasured whines from you. Jay was also affected, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he hissed at the feeling of his friend’s touch.

Sunghoon brought his hand to your mouth, his brows quirked up in silent request, you caught on immediately and spat in his palm. He used the wetness to jerk off Jay a few times, the latter letting a guttural moan from his throat as he threw his head back and started to thrust in Sunghoon’s grip, quite literally fucking it.

The hot sensation in your stomach felt unbearable as you watched the scene unfold, your own mouth hung open in a silent moan.

You tried to get the men’s attention back on you, your poor cunt craving to be filled again, but you were cut off by Sunghoon positioning Jay’s thick cock against your hole. You yelped in surprise when you it slid in one single swift motion, the sting you felt oh so delicious. You were both a moaning mess, unaware of Sunghoon’s sly smirk as Jay gave you no time to get used to his girth. One of his rough hands wrapped lightly around your neck while the other kept your hips in place, using them as leverage to piston into you, the heels of his feet pushing into the mattress at his pace brutal.

Neither of you noticed Sunghoon sneaking down to your core, the sudden feeling of something wet inside you other than Jay’s cock making your back arch and curses fall from your lips, the sensation like nothing you had ever experienced.

You made the mistake of looking down, only for the sinful image of Sunghoon’s tongue pushing inside your cunt as he grabbed the other man’s balls with his hands to slowly massage them to push you straight over the edge. You came so hard your vision turned spotty for a few seconds, a white creamy ring forming around Jay’s member as his own load shot right up into you. Jay’s moans as he fucked you both through your orgasms were nothing short of lewd, the roughness of his sounds so different from his slower thrusts, yet both of them working to prolong your bliss.

Sunghoon giggled against your sensitive cunt, swallowing a mouthful of both of your releases while you regained your breaths from your intense orgasms.

Jay was about to slide out of your cunt, but the sound of a ringtone reverberating through the room stopped his movements, his brows knitted as he waited for Sunghoon to go get it. You didn’t need to see the name on the display to know who it was, your body tensing right in Jay’s grip as anxiety flooded through your veins; talking to him was the last thing you wanted.

Sunghoon walked to the windowsill where he had left his phone to charge, a sinister grin widening on his features when he read Heeseung as the contact name on his display.

The air in the room was thick with lust and anticipation as he answered the call, acting like the situation he was in was completely normal. Like one of his best friends wasn’t still deep inside his other, right in front of him.

He only gave you a casual shrug of his shoulders when you glared at him, the warm dim lighting of the room carving out his features beautifully, but doing nothing to hide the deviousness of his expression.

“Hee, you need something?” Sunghoon said, his tone impassive as he kneeled again before you, the soft mattress dipping underneath his weight.

“She’s with you, isn’t she?” You barely heard Heeseung say before Sunghoon stepped away, whatever was being said on the other end now out of your hearing range. You wished you missed the bitter edge in Heeseung’s tone, a hint of displeasure at the thought of you with the guys so late at night. Had you not known better, you would have thought he was jealous maybe. Except you refused to indulge in that fantasy, your naive days were over.

Jay, being so intimately familiar with your emotions, felt your uneasiness right away. He moved to ghost his lips down your neck while his fingertips moved against the skin of your waist, an attempt to soothe your nerves.

You were grateful for him, his touch grounding and leading you away from your thoughts, the feeling of his warmth raising goosebumps wherever it reached.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered before taking the shell of your ear in his mouth and biting it gently, eliciting an almost inaudible gasp from you.

Hoon fixed his gaze on you before replying to Heeseung’s question, “Yes, she’s here right now.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. You expected him to deny knowing anything about your whereabouts, end the call and go back to pick up right from where he left off. But he seemed to have other plans.

If the way Sunghoon’s knuckles were turning white while gripping his phone was anything to go by, the man on the other end must have not had a lot of nice words to spare. You thought about all the hurt he had been causing you ever since you got together, the earlier despair turning into searing red anger.

You forgave him for so much. You were so dumb to think he would ever change, would love you the way you loved him. You felt your hands shake as you realized you had been nothing but a commodity for Heeseung all that time. Nothing but a safety net to always catch him if anything went wrong. You thought about all the useless nights spent awake biting your fingernails while waiting for a simple text back; anything that would confirm he was safe. His habit of going for late-night drives on his bike ‘to collect his mind’ after an argument always stressing you out beyond belief. The nights spent crying on the phone to Sunghoon and Jay, that truly always did their best to bring back a smile on your face. You’d promise you would end things with Heeseung for your own good. Yet, you failed to keep your word every time, the magnetic pull you felt to your boyfriend so strong it managed to always reel you back in.

This time, you were actually done with him. How dare he pretend to care about what you were doing? You refused to be his little plaything for a second longer.

So you made up your mind.

“Hoon,” you whined quietly, interrupting the hushed conversation taking place at the end of the bed. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to say what was on your mind. “Want to make him regret everything he ever did to me.”

The man in question flashed you a proud grin, one of his canines peeking out slightly, “I think I have an idea then. You okay with being watched?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the lewd suggestion, lust pooling in the pit of your stomach. You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Gonna need to hear you say it,” Jay spoke softly into your ear while Sunghoon looked at you expectantly.

“Want him to watch you two fuck me, please.”

“Anything you want, doll.” Jay grinned against your skin, teeth poking out to nibble on your throat.

Sunghoon retuned his attention to the device in his hands, and put Heeseung on speaker. “So? Can I talk to her? Can I see her?”

His voice sent a pang of shame and guilt through your body, one you knew he did not deserve. What he did deserve though was to know, to see how good his brothers were fucking you.

“Oh, you’ll see her alright,” Sunghoon laughed, sending him a request to switch the call to video.

“Sunghoon? Hello? What’s this all about?”

Sunghoon ignored him, his full dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration while he was too busy trying to get the perfect angle on the comforter next to his bed, opting to use the lamp as a stand for his phone. Once he was satisfied enough he stepped back a bit to check one last time before returning back to you and Jay, finally revealing you wholly to Heeseung; your naked form spread over Jay’s and your stuffed cunt on full display for him.

It was silent for a while on the other end of the call, while Sunghoon settled next to Jay, the side of his lip tilted upwards cockily. “Hot right?”

Your blood ran cold for a moment at how flat and detached Heeseung’s voice sounded when he opened his mouth again. “Jay? What the fuck? What’s the meaning of this?”

Heeseung was absolutely floored by the scene playing out in front of him. He expected you to run crying to them as soon as you found out about him cheating like you always did every time something went wrong between you two, just for you to crawl back to him in no time. That was what he was anticipating. A few apologies and maybe a dinner date to win you back, that's what it took all the other times. But this?

He wanted to end the call and drive to his best friends’ apartment, and then god knows what he'd do to them once he got there. But he also could not help but stay frozen in place, sitting on the end of the bed in his own dark room, chest constricted with so many conflicting feelings

Why did he think you had never looked as gorgeous as in that instant, with Jay’s thick hands all over your body? He should not be feeling like this. He should be way angrier than he was. Especially when someone else was touching what was his.

Before Heeseung could even try to recover from the shock he was experiencing, Sunghoon gently reached for your chin— fingers warm and delicate on your skin— and angled your face towards his, soft eyes holding your gaze reassuringly. He leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss, the tenderness of it surprising you.

You yelped when he unexpectedly bit your lip, taking that as a chance to slide his wet tongue inside your mouth, savoring your sweet taste.

One of his hands cupped your face tenderly while the other traveled down your body, groping any inch of flesh he could reach, the contrast between the slow movements of his tongue and the roughness of his touch leaving you dizzy, putty in his hands.

You realized then Sunghoon had you wrapped around his fingers, his scorching touch the only thing you could pay attention to. A siren luring you to him with his inviting song.

He drew back slightly, smiling when he noticed you chase after his lips, “I think Jay might be feeling a little left out.”

Your attention was forced back on Jay as he thrusted his hard girth inside you once again, fucking the mixture of both of your releases inside you, your cheeks flushing at the lewd squelching sounds his movements caused.

You wondered how it would sound like if Sunghoon’s cum was also inside of you, your moans so loud in the room as Jay’s pace never relented.

Sunghoon inched two of his long fingers into your cunt to collect some of the mess seeping out of you and brought it up to Jay’s mouth, who obediently took them in as he kept eye contact with you, your head tilted back on his shoulder. He hummed at the taste and made a point to lap the fingers completely clean before releasing them with a pop, knowing how much the little show he put on affected you. Watching him enjoy eating his own cum did inexplicable things to you, and you knew it clearly reflected on your expression when he tried uselessly to stifle a little giggle at how desperate you looked right then.

His thrusts were teasingly slow and shallow. You needed more, so much more, your cunt desperately clenching around him. So you grabbed his hand and brought it down to your clit, big glossy doe eyes begging him silently. Jay was visibly amused at your silent command, but ignored it. He gave you nothing more than a bite on your shoulder, and moved his hand to rest on your inner thigh. The warmth of his skin contrasted with the chill of his rings, sending waves of shivers coursing through your body.

Sunghoon cradled your face and kissed you again, this time a lot more messily and wet, his own lust leaking through his composure. He pushed the fingers that Jay licked clean inside you unexpectedly, making you gasp in his mouth and draw back a bit with a string of spit following you. The way your airy moans resounded in the room had him think he could cum untouched anytime soon.

Despite having done a good job at keeping his composure, Sunghoon was getting desperate. Seeing you enjoy yourself brought him great amounts of pleasure, but his weeping cock had been neglected for far too long, and he knew he couldn't go on like that for much longer.

As if reading his friend’s mind, Jay slipped out of you with a grunt and left you suddenly empty and clenching around nothing. Sounds of protest bubbled in your throat but Jay’s hand harshly grabbed your face, his lips smashing with yours to shut you up, “Patience, sweet thing," he said as he drew back, his lips still ghosting over yours and eyes clouded with need.

He maneuvered your body towards the phone and slipped under you, grabbing your thighs to settle you over his lap, except this time you were facing his chest. Truth be told, you had forgotten about the fact that Heeseung could see everything, but now that you were aware of him again you could make out faint squelching sounds coming from the phone. Your eyes widened at the realization that Lee Heeseung was fucking his fist to the little show you guys had been putting on for him.

You already knew him to be a pervert, but this seemed like a new low even for him.

You wanted to think you felt utterly insulted by this new information, but all you could find within yourself was deep satisfaction. Ecstasy coursed through your veins at the thought of how humiliating this must be for him, how pathetic he must feel.

You were itching to make him feel even worse about his situation, so you mustered up the most distressed look you could manage turned to Sunghoon, swaying your behind a little to encourage him to come closer.

“Please Hoonie? Want you both to stuff me full,” you said as you wiggled your hips for the camera pointed at you.

You looked back at him when he didn’t comply right away, finding him with a slight arch on one of his eyebrows while he stared at you, clearly amused by your behaviour. You couldn’t question what his deal was, Jay speaking before you got even a word out. His voice was sultry, warm breath fanning over your ear and sending tingles down your spine. “Aren’t you a dirty little slut mmh? Begging to get fucked just to make Heeseung jealous?”

The way your thighs closed tighter around his hips at the name he called you didn’t go unnoticed, his rough hand clasping around your throat to squeeze lightly, just enough to keep you silent in his grasp. “You enjoy this, mhh? Being called a whore.” He brought you closer to his face, warm breath tickling your own. "You’re still thinking about that bastard, acting like a little slut for him, I thought you wanted to forget about him? Are we not doing enough?”

You struggled to shake your head in his grasp, prompting him to apply more pressure on your throat. “Words.”

“You are,” you barely managed to choke out, voice raw from being suppressed, even if for a short amount of time. He released you from his hold, leaving you gasping for air.

Sunghoon barely gave you any time to recover as he took hold of your wrists, just one of his hands big enough to keep them in place. You felt the smooth leather on your wrists before you realised what was happening; Sunghoon’s belt secured tightly around your skin, binding your arms together.

The way Jay talked to you and now Sunghoon depriving you of your freedom of movement made you feel like you were there just to be their cocksleeve, there to just be fucked. And while you knew they did not feel that way about you, ever the so caring best friends, this forbidden side to them made you feel things you never thought you would. You liked this, you needed them to fuck you like you belonged to them and them alone.

Jay interrupted your train of thought by sliding in your abused cunt, hissing at the feeling of your walls enveloping him.

“Still so tight, how are you gonna fit both of us, doll?” His hand came down to grab a handful of your ass, pushing you up and down on his cock, your tits bouncing before his face at the repeated movements.

Sunghoon moved to grab the phone propped on the lamp and finally addressed Heeseung again, “Still here? You’re enjoying this mhh? Nasty freak.” He punctuated the last words, almost seething at him. The smile that took over his features was feral, not the usual flirtatious grin you were used to seeing on him. "Gonna give you an even better view, one you will never forget.”

He pointed the camera towards you, giving Heeseung a clear view of you riding Jay, your ass slapping against his thighs. He fisted his cock with his free hand, smearing the obscene amount of precum he produced all over his shaft. He gave himself a few more pumps before he aligned it on your entrance, finally pushing in with difficulty next to Jay with a groan.

They both stayed still for a moment to let you adjust to their combined girths, though you knew you could ever get used to it, no matter how long they gave you. The stretch was almost unbearable for the first few moments, white-hot pain blinding your vision.

Jay threw his head back against the bed and let out a loud drawn-out moan at the feeling of Sunghoon nestled right next to him. His hand rested on your waist, the warmness of it an anchor to help you ground yourself. Sunghoon grabbed your bound wrists and pushed your body to lay against Jay’s fully, giving himself and Heeseung a perfect view of your overly stretched hole as the man under you resumed to gently thrust up into you.

Heeseung thought he must have gone insane when he had to physically stifle a moan at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips slowly matching Jay's movements, cock dragging deliciously next to his. He felt betrayed, not by you but by his best friends. He wondered how long they had been waiting to stick their weeping cocks inside you, how long they’d eyed you like prey without him ever noticing, how many nights they must’ve spent fucking their fists thinking about you while he pounded you sweet little cunt. He wanted to call them fucking perverts for this, but he knew he was not in a position to judge anyone. Not when he was getting off to the sight of your cunt stuffed by them. He might be even worse.

The sight on his phone was unbearably lewd to begin with, but your cries of pleasure made it so much worse. Never have you sounded like that for him. You were so fucking wet for them Sunghoon almost accidentally slipped out a few times. Heeseung thought about how snug it must feel, how hard you must be clamping around them, and he clenched his fist tighter to mimic the feeling, Adam's apple bobbing as your moans got louder. He wanted to be the one fucking you right now so badly, so desperate to cum inside you. Instead, he couldn’t stop a pitiful sob from escaping from his lips as he came without warning all over his hand in thick spurts, coating his skin and drenching the fabric of his shorts rolled down on the floor. He kept stroking himself, riding out his orgasm as pathetic whines fell from his slack jaw, even more shame setting in.

Your friends would have laughed at how pathetic he was had any of you kept their attention on him, but he was easily forgotten as Sunghoon bent down so his chest pressed on your back. He dropped the phone somewhere on the bed, denying Heeseung the glimpse of your hole being split open and leaving him with only the sounds and his imagination.

Jay’s pace suddenly got more frantic, his rhythm a lot faster inside you with his feet planted on the bed and hips slightly lifted to fuck into you, while Sunghoon’s were still slow and languid. You were lost in the pleasure by then, incoherent babbles of praises and sweet moans the only thing leaving your mouth.

“Has anyone ever fucked you this good, doll?” Jay asked, already aware of the answer but wanting to hear it from you anyway. In fact, it was all you could think about at that moment: how no one had ever fucked you so good, how they were ruining sex with anyone else for you, how every time you found yourself needy from now on the only plausible option would be to just go back to them and beg them to do anything in their power to make you cum; to use you how they better saw fit.

You eagerly nodded your head to him, eyes closed when you struggled to form words against their onslaught on your poor stretched hole, “Fuck- yeah, no one ever.”

Jay chuckled and you felt the vibrations of it on the skin of your cheek, his lips brushing against it while Sunghoon cooed at your enthusiasm. “Is that so mmh? Not even our Heeseung?” You were quick to shake your head.

“No, not even him.''

That seemed to only spur the men further, Jay’s thrusts becoming somehow more rapid and Sunghoon’s more precise and so deep you thought he was pistoning straight in your guts.

Sunghoon grabbed your bounded wrists and used them to slide you over their cocks, the slick mess between your legs coating their thighs too, leaving you no room for movement. All you could do was sit there prettily for them and take it, your mouth falling open and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt them hit the spot deep inside you that had your toes curling at the same time.

“Your cunt was made for our cocks,” Jay grunted in your ear, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab your chin. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else."

You helplessly clenched around them even harder at his words, so snug they could barely move, throaty gasps and moans filling the air. You were basically dumb on their cocks, greedily trying to suck them in further. So they were not surprised when your front collapsed on Jay’s chest as you came undone around them, your vision blinded and hearing muffled for a few seconds from the sheer strength of your bliss. Sunghoon was still putting his weight on your back, his thrust losing precision and becoming rougher and messier, matching Jay’s erratic ones.

You still hadn’t come down from your high when you felt Sunghoon’s fingers trace circles on your puffy abused nub, earning whines of protests from you that got immediately swallowed by Jay’s mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip sensually. "Just one more, you’re doing so good doll.”

The coil in your stomach built once more at a frightening pace, and you tried to fuck your hips back against Sunghoon’s, but hypocritically tried to get away from their grips at the same time, the pain of overstimulation so good and addicting you didn't know what to do with yourself.

“Inside please,” you sniffled pathetically as tears formed on your lashes. Sobs heaved from your chest and eyes rolled in the back of your head when you came for them a final time, your breath getting knocked out of your chest as your essence splashed out of you, making a mess on both of their thighs.

“Did you just squirt baby? Fuck, that’s hot," Sunghoon moaned, his hips stuttering for a moment.

As soon as Jay realized what just happened he stilled his hips against yours and painted your walls with his hot cum. Sunghoon whined as he felt both of your slicks push against his throbbing member, prompting his own high to wash over him.

You all tried to catch your breaths as Sunghoon kept fucking the mix of your releases inside you, not wanting any of it to slip out and go to waste. Jay had to tap his hips a few times to get him to stop, the stimulation of his raw cock too much to handle.

A mewl left your lips when they carefully slid out of you, the emptiness so sudden you found yourself missing the way they filled you completely right away.

You were so spent you could barely move, but you managed a small smile when Jay kissed your temple softly, caging you in his arms while Sunghoon grabbed a towel to clean up the sticky mess you made.

He retrieved his phone too, taking note of the ended call, before opening the camera app and grabbing your ankles, parting your sore legs as far as you were able to take.

He pointed the camera down and easily slid two fingers back inside your pussy, earning tired weak sounds of protest from you.

“Shh baby, am only showing our Heeseungie what he missed,” he whispered, lowering his face down to your cunt and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He took as much cum as he could in his mouth, then came up back again and kissed you softly, tongue sliding some of the essences from his mouth into yours. He parted from your lips and scooted closer to Jay, repeating the same action. his hands gripping the other male's head to angle it backwards.

Butterflies wreaked havoc in your stomach when you looked at Jay, his eyes closed as he savored the taste, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed and licked inside of Sunghoon’s mouth, careful not to miss any drop.

Sunghoon parted from him with a smile and grabbed the warm wet towel he had set next to you, finally cleaning you up, careful not to stimulate you any further. When he finished, he took you in his arms and walked to the bathroom. He set you down carefully, hands hovering close to your body making sure you could stand up on your own despite how shaky your legs were, before stepping back and signalling you to pee. Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion, earning a full chest laugh from him, “I just fucked the daylights out of you, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?” He set a shirt and a pair of Jay’s clean underwear on the sink for you to change in before walking out of the room.

You were drowsy by the time you got back in bed with them, Jay whispering sweet nothings in the crown of your hair—sometimes giving you tiny pecks— and Sunghoon with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one of his hands caressing your arm gently. You had no idea how you let Heeseung get away with treating you like he did when this is what you could have had all along. You don’t know how this was gonna change your relationship with everyone involved, but you decide you'll worry about it another time, the comfortable silence lulling you to sleep as the men next to you continued to swoon over you.

[the-entitie]

"Just, please... please. I'll beg."

Poly_TF_141 x sex-demon_reader Prt:2

Read part 1 here 》 ....

A_N:... Continuation of the previous! This is part two, and to do with Werewolf Soap going into 'heat' but not the abo kinda heat. Soo, expect more wolf like behavior, and again, the same warnings apply.

CW.|.TW:... Sexual content. Intended male reader. Bottom but Dom reader. Polly-cule TF 141. Religious depictions of demons. Allusion to Reader having an Eating Disorder and the recovery there of. Ghost x Soap x Reader

It had taken some time and effort, but finally, finally, you were OK with the casual emotion that the team shared with one another.

Being a permanent member of the team seemed to help. You even put on weight in the recent months that you've actually fed semi regularly, although it wasn't anywhere near what you should be getting but it was miles better then the months you used to starve through.

Price made sure that any time between missions, there was some form of sexual intention in his team.

Not the hardest thing when all of them have been intemit with each other for years before you joined in with the physical side of things. And Price let you have your fill of him whenever he saw that drop in you again.

But someone else came knocking that night.

A blushing Soap who was leaning heavily on your door frame, looking almost shy for his bulkier body. He hardly says anything as you beckon him in. Eyes still down cast even as he leaves the door ajar and is sitting all but an inch away from you.

"I wan'ed te ask ya if yeh would..." he starts, blush spreading down his neck. "Can ye. I just wanted.."

That's when you felt a pulse of a sweeter emotion, a spiking arousal that was tainted with a primal urge. This absolute need for something so deeply sexual it was practically making your mouth water.

"Your lycanthopic urge?" You question,

"Aye, my heat kinda snuck up on me." He answers with a curt nod. Still not looking at you.

Your fingers find his chin, easily lifting his stubble edged jaw, so he was nose to nose with you.

Soap had dilated pupils, only elipsed by this thin sliver of his irus. Those needs already making his mind want to lean in and chase those lips of yours. Instead, he flicks his eyes back up, that emotion growing thicker, sweeter, with the movement.

"Just please..." he half begs, already so desperate. "Please. I'll beg. I'll go away if ye don't wanna, but I just.."

"Ok, I will lend you help."

You've hardly gotten the sentence out before Soap jumps you. Stealing breathless kiss after breathless kiss.

Guiding your hands to his skin, slipping them under his clothes, and soaking in the warmth with your skin on his. He gets so touch starved, so sensitive to it, when he's like this.

You near fucking his throat with a long split toungue isn't helping him think any more coherently. He tried to ignore the gentle tangle of your hands as you started getting him undressed. Body more demonic with the crackling desires streaming from Johnny's need for intimacy.

"You still got your mind in one peace there lad?"

A deep rumble follows from the door, Ghost standing there with his head tilted. Commenting, "Dumb Mutt just got one thing on his mind."

"You came to watch or pass along something or another."

"Oh, I wanna watch."

Simon crosses the distance from the door to your bed in two quick strides, fingers gliding in the panting Soap's hair. Pulling him back by the grip he has on the werewolf's Mohawk.

"Mainly to see this one don't hurt ya, hun. But to see if yah would need help."

Johnny rolls his hips against your thigh, toungue lulling out past his fangs and bruised lips. Eyes unfocused as he tries to keep his body still while miserably failing.

"Can get a bit one tracked and forget who's helpen 'em. And Price warned me yah got a habit of ignoring yourself."

"Acceptable. Just help me strip him before he cums in his pants."

"Alright hun."

You end up kneeling with Soap, hopelessly humping against your thighs with you stretching out your back so you can reach for Ghost as he leans back. Your hands trace over the fat of his thighs before using your tail to wrap around Johnny's waist, keeping a firm grip to help him actually get what he wants.

His cock already painfully hard, pulsing with each beat his heart had. He was happy to be pulled to where you wanted him, all but panting into your nape as he ruts up against you.

It's always that first breach that knocks the breath from you, but Soap sits still after he's fully sheathed. Just trying to feel as much as he can with skin against skin as that lusty haze fills his mind.

When he does start moving, it's at a brutal pace. Hardly pulling out before shoving back in all the way. Jolting your whole body.

That thickly suffocating emotion had your throat vibrating in the closest thing your kin could produce to a purr. Easily keeping him steady and against you with your tail. You could feel his back tense and ripple with each roll of his hips, with your tail snugly against his waist as he licks along any skin he can.

You heal too fast for him to see the hackies he's working along your shoulders, but the darker marks of his teeth do stick just a bit longer.

It's Simon who traces the rivets of your ram like horns, eyes watching the hitch in your breath. Fingers ever so gentle as he traces all the dents and scrapes along them; careful to rub his palms down the curve against your skull. And you can taste the lust that's just as strong from him.

When Soap had cum with a snarl, as he bared his teeth against your spine, you could feel how the tired feeling was pulsing along the need to keep going. He was hard and needy as he couldn't set a rhythm with the fatigue settling along.

He must have tried to get off before getting the courage to ask for your help.

Feeling a bit sorry for the werewolf, you roll him over; turning to face Simon as you hover over Johnny's body. Watching as Soap mouths over Simon's dick through his boxers, those sex blown eyes watching him.

When you started the roll off your hips, against the shivering Soap who moans egging you on; you saw Ghost lift his gaze. Watching you ride the other with ease.

"Shit." Ghost comments,

He hefts himself up to his knees, nearly covering Johnny's face with his crotch. The wolf didn't seem to mind. Just mouthing and licking at all he could reach. Soaking more of the fabric with his spit.

"Price gave this view no justice when he told me 'bout it."

Redoubled your efforts as more warmth flooded you, but Soap didn't soften. He only meets every roll down with a thrust up.

"Don't know why any of you enjoy it, and not the action."

Johnny is whimpering under Ghost, body trembling in over stimulation. Mind lost in the throws of the absolute pleasure you're helping pump through his very soul.

"More ta do with ya looking like yah enjoying yaself then the act alone."

"You have to be none-"

Those fingers dance over your horns, finally pulling a quiet noise from you. He leaned into you, sharing the quick hiffs of air you're both taking.

"That," Ghost repeats the action. You don't moan this time, but the effect is still evident. "Is what we enjoy of this."

"Prove it."

"Gladly hun." Before his eyes roll back into his skull, "Fuck... watch the teeth soldier."

Soap had pulled his boxers off with just his teeth, getting to his dick. At the comment, Johnny bared his teeth against the intimate skin of Simon's inner thigh. So close to him that the danger runs his blood just that bit hotter.

And for all that Ghost likes the danger, that bit of pain, he doesn't actually want to bite him. And not nearly as hard as he bites at you.

"He will tire out soon, just a warning."

Simon clasps at your horns, pulling you closer by them.

"Not for long hun, he'll be up and wanting more in no time." He presses his lips against yours, mumbling with a smirk, "and I wanna tag team him when he does."

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

just one more*

warnings: soft smut, breeding, overstimulation

summary: in which yn is ready for a baby and harry can’t get enough

pairing: nhl player harry x reader

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“h?” yn questions, looking up at him from her spot in his lap on the couch as they watch the movie playing on the screen before them. he hums in acknowledgment before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “i wanna have a baby, ‘m ready now,” she informs him, and harry swears his heart stops.

“yeah? y’wanna have my baby?” harry questions, trying to contain his excitement at what his wife has just said to him. “y’gonna let me make you a mama?” he’s smiling ear to ear with tears in his eyes as she nods enthusiastically.

harry wraps his arms around her before lifting the two of them up and hurrying toward the bedroom, yn letting out a shocked laugh at how quickly the trajectory of the evening changed. he hurries and places her on her feet beside the bed before pulling her into him to press his lips to hers. he kisses her so passionately and for so long that her heads begins to feel floaty, her body melting into his as his tongue gently explores her mouth.

when he finally pulls away, the both of them are practically bursting with emotions and love, their eyes burning into each other’s for just a moment, a silent communication of how their lives will change after tonight.

he, once again, makes the first move, quickly but gingerly helping her out of her clothes and onto the bed before doing the same for himself. climbing atop her, he rests his weight on his elbows before capturing her lips again, getting as close to her as he can without crushing her. as their kisses grow more desperate, he begins to grind his hardened cock against where she’s begun to get wet for him, feeling the warmth of her and instantly becoming addicted.

“are y’ready for me, angel?” he whispers against her lips, trying to keep some sort of restraint as he awaits the green light. she nods, whining against his lips. “need your words, angel. please.”

she pulls away begrudgingly. “yes, please give it to me,” she whines, her hips bucking up to meet his. he does so immediately, reaching down to line his cock up with her awaiting hole before inching in slowly, a collective sigh of relief leaving them when their hips finally meet. the feeling of having each other bare is like no other. she instantly wraps her legs around his waist as he begins to move sweetly inside of her, keeping him close as he hits that spot inside of her that makes her feel dizzy.

the sound of their skin meeting with each thrust of his hips accompany the sounds of her moans of pleasure and his pants as he tries to keep things slow. she feels so good he knows he won’t last, so when he feels himself getting close pretty quickly, he brings his hand between them once more and places two fingers on her swollen clit before rubbing gentle circles around the slick head. “need you t’cum for me, i won’t last. need to feel you, mama. come on,” he encourages.

the combination of the feeling of him inside of her and on her clit, plus the new pet name send her over the edge with a cry of his name, bringing him with her. his hips stutter when she clenches around him and he cums with a sob so loud that it startles her for a moment as she fears something is wrong, but then she feels the slight shake in his lower half before she’s being warmed from the inside. he’s twitching inside of her as he floods her with his cum, his hips pressing tightly against her before he’s pulling out a bit and repeating the action.

tears are streaming down both of their faces as they ride out the intense highs, but yn soon realizes that he isn’t slowing down as much as usual, preparing her for when he inevitably pulls out of her. his sobs of pleasure haven’t stopped, he’s overstimulating himself with each movement but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. she can obviously take much more than he can and so the feeling is still very pleasant for her, and she’s removing her legs from his hips to allow a slightly deeper angle.

“mama, i- fuck, just need to fill y’up one more time. so close, please, need just a little bit more, gonna fill you up,” he’s rambling through choked sobs as he just continues to rut his hips into hers, feeling her clench around him again to signal another orgasm from her as well.

she’s pliant underneath him as he continues to wreck her sensitive walls, her eyes practically glued to the back of her skull when he lifts her leg a bit to get even deeper inside of her, nudging her cervix just enough that it’s painful but not unpleasant.

“so deep, don’t stop please, need it,” her words are whiny and quiet, choppy as she struggles to even speak with how he feels inside of her.

pressing his face into her neck, he presses gentle kisses on the damp skin there as his hips begin to stutter once more. “angel baby, gonna cum again. gonna give you my baby, stuff you full,” he gasps, his balls drawn up tight as he tries to lean into the intense feeling. it’s so much that he feels like he needs to pull out but he can’t, his body taking over as he starts to pulse against her walls. “cmon, mama. cum for me and i’ll give you my baby, please, i can’t take it angel.”

his sweet sweet noises and the feeling of him twitching inside send her over the edge with a choked cry, her back arching as she milks him for what he has left to give. she’s so tight around him that he can’t even move as he fills her once more. the smallest sobs of pleasure leave his lips while he empties himself in her,

he goes to pull his sensitive cock from her still twitching walls, but before he can move even an inch he’s whimpering and sliding back into her. “no, no. can’t have any going to waste, just wanna stay like this for a while.”

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[maiiuelle]

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“oh, babygirl. that’s horrible.” jj maybank runs his thick fingers down your back, tsking under his breath at the story you’d just told him. he knew rafe was an idiot, but he never imaged he’d fumble you, no matter how much he dreamed about it. yet, here you are, sitting in his lap with tears streaming down your face as you tell him exactly how rafe had ruined everything. “you doin’ alright after all that?”

“i don’t know.” you sniffle, leaning into his touch and setting your head on his shoulder, peering into the crackling fire in front of the two of you. you came to the chateau looking for sarah, your best friend, to give her the details on how things ended with rafe, but instead you ran into jj. he was always the nicest of sarah’s pogue friends, and turns out he’s a great shoulder to cry on. “i just can’t believe he’d do this to me.”

“yeah, well, dude’s a loser — even i could tell you that.” jj mumbles, holding a joint between his lips as he flicks his lighter open over your shoulder. “trust me, he ain’t worth your time.” he lights it and takes a long drag, turning his head to blow the smoke away from you.

“i guess, but he really didn’t seem that way. maybe i’m too gullible.” you dig the heel of your palms into your eyes, the irritation from crying making them red and raw. the blonde shakes his head as you speak.

“nah, nah nah. you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, cupcake. i bet you he’s cryin’ more than you. shit, i would be.” jj takes another hit, flicking the ash into the fire pit. “he doesn’t deserve a sweet girl like you, clearly can’t treat you right.”

you move your hands to look up at the pogue boy. “you’re such a sweet talker, jj. you know just what to say.”

“s’not that, i just know i’m right. i got no clue how you could even deal with that guy. you couldn’t pay me.” he whistles, offering the joint to you. you accept, brushing your fingers over his as you take it, already giving him heart eyes. “you dodged a bullet, sweetheart. maybe literally. he’s a fuckin’ psycho.”

you laugh, assuming he can’t be serious as you put the joint to your lips. the smoke fills your lungs and sends you into a coughing fit. “sorry, it’s from my cousin’s stash — hydroponic.” jj takes the joint back from between your fingers, starting to rub your back again comfortingly.

he lets you cough it out, looking over your pretty face in thought. “y’know.. you should stick ‘round me. promise he’ll steer clear.”

already getting dizzy from the high, you slump back into your spot against his shoulder. “but, i thought you didn’t like kook girls.” you pout, and he scoffs.

“who told you that?” he takes another hit, cursing sarah for trying to cock block him. “doesn’t matter anyways, i like you.”

“i like you too, jj.” you giggle, rubbing on his arm like a cat. you’re too overwhelmed with emotion to worry about embarrassment, and jj’s making you feel so much better already. “thanks for listening, i dunno what i would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

“it’s my pleasure, cupcake. don’t sweat it.” he smiles that charming smile at you, his eyes flickering between yours and your enticing lips. he clears his throat after a few seconds, his eyes lost in yours. “uh—i could think of a few other things we could do to help get your mind off him. if you uh, catch my drift.”

before the moment can go on for too long, the twinkie pulls up the gravel driveway and parks with a squeak. jj peers over his shoulder, putting the joint to his lips one final time as he smacks the side of your leg. “c’mon, sugar. i got just the thing.” he chats as he helps you to stand, immediately meeting john b’s curious gaze when he hops out of the twinkie.

jj jumps to speak first in hopes of avoiding any uncomfortable questioning, he couldn’t risk anything tarnishing the mood he worked so hard to set. “perfect timing — fire’s already lit, so is a joint, if y’all wanna hop on that.” he points to the set up of lawn chairs around the fire pit lazily, far more focused on leading you across the lawn and up the chateau steps, all the while toying with the hem of your tank top. “poor little lady’s havin’ a bad day, needs some one on one time with papa j.”

“ew, oh my god.” sarah scrunches her nose, having predicted jj would try to get with you. as much as she wants to be angry, seeing you all gooey in jj’s arms rather than her psychotic brother’s is a little refreshing — but she would never tell jj that. she just rolls her eyes and looks the other way. john b gives his best friend a proud look behind her back, flashing a silent thumbs up as he ushers you inside.

the second the screen door slams shut behind you, he’s pulling you back onto his lap on the couch, his big hands sprawling over the back pockets of your jean shorts. you giggle, biting your lip nervously as you climb on top of him. “jj.. right here?”

“gotta take care of you, don’t i?” you can hear his smile in his voice, even with his face buried in your neck as he covers it in gentle kisses. you hum at the feeling of his lips, so sensitive it almost tickles. your little whines only make him want to go further, his hands hooking under your legs to lift you and carry you to the bedroom. “yeah, don’t you worry, m’gonna make you feel all better, pretty baby.”

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[staycait]

A Never-Ending Punishment.

CW: NSFW

Alhaitham x Fem!Reader.

A/N: Hey guys this is short cuz I didn't wanna make a proper plot and stuff... Plus I wanted to say sorry cuz I made Alhaitham angst yesterday!!!! Here's the smut.. If you haven't checked the story out, you can read the angst here.

Enjoy!! <33

You don't know how long it's been, how many orgasms you've let out, and how many times you've screamed his name. All you know is that you're getting fucked into oblivion. You can't think straight anymore, your body's shaking, getting absolutely ruined by none other than Alhaitham.

You don't know what you did to receive 'punishment'. You think that Alhaitham's had a bad day, and needs to let some emotions out. But you don't think this is letting his emotions out anymore. He's just trying to ruin you more than you already are. He's really trying to push your limits…

Your thought's and body has already been shattered, Alhaitham fucking you stupid, your hands tied to the top of your head, now all you can do is moan, cry, and cum for the 'nth time, trying to handle Alhaitham's energy and speed.

You have yet, another orgasm while moaning his name. Lots of tears streaming down your face, as you still try to beg Alhaitham to stop, or slow down. It was all too much for you to handle. You've been pushed far from your limits, he keeps up his speed again.. Thrusting inside your helpless cunt that can only let sticky liquids out, and Alhaitham's cock in.. There is no sign of him stopping any time soon.

"What?~ You don't like my punishment for you?" He looks down upon you and smirks, his lips curling up to form a cruel smile.

"I guess we should have more punishments for you.." Alhaitham starts fucking you even harder. You're completely helpless in this situation. All you can do is let him do things to you.

He chuckles as you cum again. He continues to thrust in you like this, not having any plans to stop in the near future. You realize that he's not planning on stopping until he thinks you're punished appropriately, even though you have orgasmed multiple times in a row.

"You think you're going to make me slow down, little runt? Hah! We're going to continue this. And you are going to feel every single punishment. Every. Single. One..before you're free..~"

[sminiac]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡ — Damage To Me ! Pt.1

⋆ Kim Jongseob + Reader

♫ — No Guidnce ‘The Way That I Want You’ and Kiss Of Life ‘Nobody Knows’

Ex — Just a lil tiny something for Seob’s m.list, because it’s looking pretty bare :,) This is very much swayed by my emotions, so therefore it’s open for interpretation!

The air surrounding you is confining with it’s inability to understand of your reasonings for coming back, it’s unpleasant, and overwhelming to the senses, but the gentleness of his mouth far exceeds any sense of rationality that you might have.

Your once negative thoughts were heeded, right before he had you locked in his embrace, his hands grabby and desperate like he’d never feel your warm skin against his again.

You came barrelling head first into the room before taking a minute to stop and fully take everything in from an observational perspective, one that wasn’t of your own hot blood.

Jongseob knows you’re more of a hands-on type of person anyways, it’s what he always found himself admiring when you spoke to him of your struggles, days later- like normal he’d follow up, asking if you’d figured out how to survive your latest hurdle in life only to hear that you’d dug it out right from the root. But this time, no matter how frequently your hands return to his body, digging down so deep you nick past his flaws and all, you can never quite get a sense of where your feelings for him precisely stand even as you scoop at the bits of Jongseob that make him whole until dirt is crowding under your nails and your hands are sore.

He’s never ending you find, the closest mortality would ever get to being eternal, he’s to be revered, untouchable by everyone, yet he allows you with a beckoning hand of his own that soothes at your wounds and brings to his face to rest gentle kisses across your knuckles, it’s a daunting conclusion to come to but even so you’re unceasingly determined to find what it is you’ve been searching for with a brave heart and a soft faced smile all this time, one he calls pretty with a ticklish breath before pulling your lips back against his.

Jongseob’s appetite is insatiable once he’s finally reintroduced to your taste after so long, the breaks from seeing each other are consistent, the no contact even more, but he still finds you all the same, well, the both of you. Normally you expertly maintain a steady stream of air flowing in through your nose out into his mouth, compared to how he subconsciously disrupts his own breathing by pressing his face as close to yours as possible, and the way your head dips to either side of his so smoothly he barely even recognizes you as moving sometimes, opposed to him, who struggles with leading because of how quick and impatient he gets, he still tries, when it’s what you need.

Not that those kind of rules apply to the two of you and what you do together, though. It would be hypocritical to assume there’s conventional rules you abide by with how deep the uncertainty is that you’re swimming in, but the shared impenetrable devotion keeps you afloat at least.

“Seob,” you whisper with closed eyes as he drags moist, comforting pecks to the corner of your mouth. “have to— wanna’ stop.” You plead, more with yourself than him. He’s never someone that needed convincing, he hears you, but there’s a hand cradling the back of his head, keeping him so close that there’s no space for him to settle back into.

He chooses to turn his head instead, lips brushing against yours with his every word. “Do you? You say that every time you come back, baby.” There’s a tender chuckle that his words melt into as he study’s your face before a hairsbreadth of silence ensues, your eyes are still shut, the muscles in your face taut in all the same places that he remembers from last time, and the time before that, and before that.

It embarrasses you, how he keeps note of your pathetic, weightless words that are only used as scaffolding for your rickety in-repair ego.

A whine times with the fall of your head, foreheads bumping with pouty lips being the furthest apart since you knocked on his bedroom door. He finds your habits endearing all the same, he can’t fight off a smile because of it.

“Yeah. Your roommates probably hate me for it too.” You say.

Your arms fall and cross loosely over your stomach the way a hermit crab retreats into their shell when scared, and Jongseob acts accordingly, wrapping you up in his arms alone, adding a layer to your comfort.

His fingers toy with the ends of your hair, knowing that you hate when other people touch it, but he’s not other people. “No. No, not even a little.” His hand waves side to side on your back, the friction giving you warmth, a tiredness you only feel in his room, surrounded by his belongings, his smell, his body. “They like seeing you here, they always ask when you’ll come and hangout again. Especially Jiung.”

Your head lifts, a confused lilt to your voice as you reiterate: “Jiung?”

He laughs again, a little bashful as the pressure on your back lessens. “He’s.. fatherly. He asks me how you’re doing more than he asks about how I am.”

This comes quite surprising to you, the mention of your name existing in their apartment even when you aren’t physically present. It makes your heart ache knowing your significance was enough for that, even if it’s minimal, it’s still something.

“So, who does ask you how you’re doing then?”

The words come to him easily, filling his mouth before they’re promptly, decidedly swallowed back down again.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to tell you about my day when I come home.”

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Damage To Me ! Pt.2

[rispwr]

Stranded - JK - ONESHOT

Pairings : bestfriend!jk x bestfriend!reader

contents : kissing? and a lil bit of bickering that's probably it

genre : fluffff

context : You and your bestfriend reunites again after a long year of you two not talking decided to go on a trip, and he forgets to get gas, get's stranded on the road,due, failing to reach the gas station, Leaving unsaid words be spoken.

(basically he confesses to you)

"are you okay??" he asks me worriedly, patting my back, trying to calm me down.

"you're telling me, we fucking drove for hours and hours with literally fucking 4-5 bars and forgot to get fucking gas?" i snapped

"well i'm sorry?? what's done is done y/n. let's just wait for the people i called to come, i called already. plus you were so noisy that i even forgot to get gas" he replied trying to assure me

"oh so it's my fault no-" Before i could utter another word, he stepped closer, closing the distance in an instant. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

There was a brief moment where time seemed to stop, and then he leaned in.

His lips met mine with a sudden, undeniable force, cutting off whatever i was about to say.

The kiss was firm, insistent, and full of a longing that had been building up between us for far too long.

The pressure of his lips was both surprising and electrifying, as if he was pouring every unspoken word, every pent-up emotion, into that one, searing kiss.

For a heartbeat, i was too stunned to react, my mind spinning as the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

But then, the shock gave way to something deeper, something primal and undeniable.

my hands, which had been resting at my sides, found their way up to his shoulders, gripping them as i kissed him back with equal fervor.

The intensity of the kiss grew, a desperate need fueling the way our lips moved together, as if we were trying to make up for all the lost time.

His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, and i responded by pressing myself against him, our bodies fitting together as naturally as if they had been made for each other.

The kiss was a dance of give and take—his lips commanding and mine's responding with a passion that matched his.

The heat between us was palpable, our mouths exploring, tasting, and claiming each other in a way that left them both breathless. my heart was pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of their shared desire.

When we finally broke apart, it was only because we had to, both of us gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other.

our breaths were ragged, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. But the look in our eyes said everything that needed to be said—our connection was undeniable, and there was no going back.

"shhh. just relax baby" his sweet and gentle voice whispered to me making me slightly pull away from the hug and rest my back on my seat.

there was a brief of silence before he spoke.

"i like you y/n" he said, making me shock quite a bit.

"i mean no- i love you" he adds, holding my hand looking into my eyes.

"you like me?" i ask maintaining eye contact.

"no. i love you" he replies, looking down trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"reallyyyy??" i asked, my voice breaking down in awe, as tears stream in my eyes.

"why are you crying??" he cups my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek "cuz you love me" i replied, hugging him tightly

"so much" he whispers in my ear, tightening his hug on me.

"you're so cute omygod" he chuckles, making me flustered.

"i don't wanna be just your friend y/n, i wanna be more than that. I want you to have my kids in the future, be my wife, my bestfriend, my girlfriend, partner in crime, be forever mine y/n," he holds my hand looking at my in the eyes, his other hand cupping my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"have a house with you, cook pancakes and bake with you, have wine dates, car rides but not like this again. i love you so much" he added.

"i-i don't know what to say kook.." i cried

"it's fine love. just tell me when you're ready." he assured me

"yes i do kook. i wanna have your babies, be your wife, be yours, be your bestfriend, be the bonnie to your clyde. i'm ready for everything with you kook." i spit out

"i wanna be yours.." i added, giving him a peck on the lips.

suddenly an unfamilliar voice squeals in awe "aweeee, you guys are so cute ackk" said. we turn to look at the open window seeing the tool guy holding a gas pump ready to put gas in our car, watching us.

"omg congratulations!!" the man squeals in awe.

"oh! how long have you been standing there sir?" jungkook asks.

"i was enjoying watching you both. SO CUTEE!!" the man replied. "so can i pump gas now?" he added switching his tone into serious, making me and jungkook burst into laughter.

[ja-stuff]

For the last 10 years

Character: Zhongli

Warnings: (Reader was never on the receiving end.) Reader has the Countdown Disease (?), light swearing, slight redundancy of words, light mentions of bleeding

Genre: Angst, only angst (no comfort at all).

Note: Another work that might have punctuation, sentence, and typographical errors as this is not yet 'again' proofread, but I just wanna post something to update you i'm still alive and writing lol. Please enjoy! ♥

09:00

[How alone must you feel every single day.]

You tossed to your left and stretched your arms out to the side where you know your partner is supposed to be sleeping early this morning. The coldness of the empty space sends disappointment in your system, slowly accept the fact that he will never stay like how he had always been in the last 10 years of your relationship.

You never knew that you would fall in love, you despised it from when you were little. So when you grew up and were of the right age, the thing you once knew you didn’t know existed in your system, overwhelming you with different kinds of emotions which drowned you to the core and you were not even expecting that it will be from an Archon Morax, Rex Lapis himself, or Zhongli as what you… everyone has been calling him in the last 10 years. 

[A home that was supposed to make you closer]

Trying to dismiss the waves of memories from the events which happened last night, you tried to force a smile and patted your shoulder lightly to encourage yourself a little to get through the day. You got up and unsteadily made your way to the bathroom to wash, knocking over a few things from the hallway of your cold home located at one of the mountains surrounding Liyue harbor. Grunting, you safely entered the bathroom and filled the sink with water, but the familiar rush of a headache coming to you followed by a nosebleed that painted the water a pale red made you think of the only flower you first and last received from Zhongli. You were reminded of the silk flower and the way how Zhongli gave it to you under a rainbow from where your house was standing in the last 10 years came rushing to mind as if it was just yesterday when he went and stirred up your world.

Then again, thinking about Zhongli made you relive the disagreements he made before leaving. The images of him being slightly irritated with how persistent you were from last night’s argument, how you pushed yourself into his bubble as your only wish for his acceptance, voicing out and trying to make him understand your feelings and what you have been through, from how you raised your voice at him for the very first time to put yourself in authority to make him listen and stay. But last night was too messy and none of the words you spat you could recall. Hence the memory of how you looked at his back turned to silhouette as it disappeared in one of Liyue’s coldest-darkest hours is so vivid as if it is his sign to silently dismiss the fight without even trying to speak his mind about the matter, leaving your growing anxiety worse. 

But just as the house was stirred last night full of hurt emotions and words, it is now too quiet enough to question yourself whether you have been living mute, deaf, and hidden in the last 10 years.

[A clock that ticks to remind you it’s enough]

Looking at your reflection in the mirror you read the clock that only you– you alone can see…

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds)

00:00:00:08:02:55

Eight hours… Even with just the remaining hours you have, there is no Zhongli around to make you feel less lonely as you near your time to permanently leave him… To leave Liyue… To leave the world… You swallow the lump in your throat that was threatening to melt together with your tears and a heavy heart. 

“What the h–hell did I do?” you voiced out… “Was it so wrong to l-love?” 

“Was I not cut for this?” tears started to flow like a stream, “Was it so hard to receive o-one, when all I did was t-to g-ive?” trying to think of more questions, one thought got you.

“W–was I w–wrong to love an a–archon?” 

You trembled as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled hair, a thin face, and deep and tired-looking eyes were all you have seen in front of you. In the last 10 years, this is the first time you see yourself so broken, that you do not have any idea how to keep a neat appearance in front of the Archon you loved in your final moments. 

“No– what was I–I think? He– he is the person I always love… How can I say that… I–’m sorry..”

You kneeled on the ground carefully touching it as you closed your eyes and silently whispered, “Zhongli, my love, I wish you would come home early today...” knowing well that your archon lover will probably pick up the waves of your voice just by the vibrations of the ground.

13:30

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds)

00:00:00:03:30:07

[How Baizhu and the others see you]

It reads, three hours… You slumped on the chair across from Baizhu’s seat in his office, you waited for him to finish passing on some instructions to Qiqi who was at the counter of the Bubu Pharmacy.

“What brought you here Y/n?”

“I– uh… How do I look first?” you asked, putting on your best smile in front of the man who you had been close to ever since you became Ningguang’s maiden years ago.

“Uh… well you look the same? Come on, tell me what’s the matter?” Baizhu gets to the point directly. Your bright smile could not fool him, and you just looked at his standing figure that is currently examining the new medicinal herbs brought to the pharmacy this morning. You got up and sneakily hugged his back, which startled Baizhu but regained his composure.

“If you only need to hug someone, go ask your archon for a hug! I’m busy!” 

“Why are you so cold?” you chuckled

“‘Am not! So what happened? Take a seat.” With how persistent you were, Baizhu decided to stop what he was doing and listened to you.

“First off, here! Take this.” you gave him three sealed boxes wherein a time spell was cast. “Yours is the green one, Ningguang’s got the gold, and– Zhongli gets–”

“Wait?! You’re telling me to give this to your partner?! Hell no, why should I? You live in the same house.” 

“But you know he’s not always home…”

Upon hearing your words, Baizhu’s stubbornness subsided, and watched your shoulders droop. Somehow the action you did make him feel like he is missing something that you were not telling him.

“Are you leaving Liyue harbor?” you did not answer his question and remained still in your seat as you tried to steady your breaths. “Are you finally leaving him?” 

When Baizhu asked the latter, the emotions you have been trying to hide since making your way to Bubu pharmacy started to show. Hands trembling, and tears falling, you looked at Baizhu with complete sadness in your eyes, which took Baizhu seconds to a minute before he tried to search for answers in his box forcing it open but the item won’t budge. 

“Silly… Stop struggling! You won’t be able to open it until 18:00. Ah, right! Zhongli… his– his is this white with gold lining box…” you let out a chuckle before you wiped your tears.

“I’ll miss you, Baizhu…” You took a step closer to him and opened your arms in front of him. Baizhu did not move from his seat, he was not sure whether to take it too as your very actions slightly gave him a sense of anxiety that he never knew you’d ever make him feel… Not from you, a friend he knew that shone the brightest as long as he could remember.

“You know… Y/n, this is scary… you’re scaring me. Why? You can talk to me and Ningguang… Y’know?” slowly indulging himself with the warmth of your embrace, he could feel your heartbeat. A beating he has never heard before…

“Hey you– are you okay?!” he stood up leaving you standing still, he racked his desk drawers to look for some equipment to try and hear your heart…

“Thank you, Baizhu…” you whispered as you left the pharmacy and ran as far away as you could from Bubu pharmacy.

“By the way, your archon went here last night and he–” Successfully grabbing the item he was looking for, Baizhu turned around but was only met by the scent of your shadows crowding the whole office. 

“Y/n?”

14:45

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:02:15:02)

Two hours… and he still hasn’t gone home. You thought it was late and you did not bother to cook yourself a meal for lunch, nor prepared a meal for Morax to eat… You sat on the newly bought gazebo outside your house to breathe Liyue’s fresh air for the last time. Smiling as you take in nature's welcome on your slowly weakening body, the warm rays of the sun touching your face as it also made your hair shine a different hue from your original hair color, the breeze of nature tickling each of your active senses, the breathtaking views of the mountains, and Liyue harbor overwhelming the extent of what your eyes can see… It’s more than that.

Yes, Liyue is more than that… As you were filled with a short amount of Joy in your alone time, you remembered the lantern rite. You slowly went inside the house and looked for the lantern you had prepared beforehand, lighting it up as you softly whispered and called “Xiao” a name that you know will come to you right away, making you meet the person you knew was close to the archon you love come with just one command.

“Y/n, you called?” the familiar voice and appearance of a boy a little taller than you appeared, his eyes fixed on the lighted lantern you were holding. 

“Hey, Xiao…” you flashed a grin, hiding the fact to him that you’re starting to grow a little weaker as your time ticks down. “Mind if I light it first?” you asked, voice as sweet as ever, melting Xiao’s cold soul. Reminding him how the last 10 years of being there to protect you on behalf of Morax’s command, this is the first time you initiated to light a lantern first, instead of being the last, and the sun is still up at that.

“I don’t but won’t it make sense? The sun is still running around Liyue, why light it this early?” Xiao questioned, “I just wanna be the first one to light it up for you this year… (When I see them, I’ll tell them you said Hi…)” you said but whispered the last sentence making Xiao squint his eyes trying to decipher words that were showing in your mouth.

“Here…” You walked past his figure and went to higher ground near the cliff at the back of your house. You closed your eyes and said your little prayers, as you slowly knelt and touched the ground once more to call for Zhongli, hoping that this time he’d come to you once you asked. As you let go of the lantern in broad daylight, your last words to give to Zhongli came out.

“My Morax, come home. I’m tired.” Once the silent words were delivered you felt a hot air surrounding you, and the ground shaking a little. “Get up, Y/n. I was being called by others again.” Xiao helped you up, and you just took his hand and touched his forehead. 

“Oh, I see! I hope I did not take too much of your time. Also, I wish for you to accept this, Xiao. I just wanted to thank you.”

“It is my duty. Part of my responsibility. It is my honor to be called by you, Y/n.” the words Xiao let out made you feel sad but you forced a laugh so he won’t suspect that something was going on with you at the moment.

“I think you should get going now. Thank you, Xiao.” He bowed to you and kept the small box you gave him, similar to the one you gave Baizhu.

“I wish to see him cry over me before I leave.”

16:50

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:00:15:00)

Minutes… it says fifteen minutes… You only have fifteen minutes left to stay awake and see him, to thank him, to give him your last smile, to have your last talk with him, to ask him your last question, to receive the last assurance you ever wished, your last minutes to hear the words you wanted to hear more from him, last minutes to wait for him before you puff the last air you could ever breathe out, to give him your last I love you,

… and your last kiss to give him the last goodbye. Yet there’s still no Zhongli appearing in front of you. He hadn’t come to any of your pleads. He is not with you… He was never with you in the last 10 years of your relationship.

(00:00:00:0:07:00)

You sighed as you made your way back to the gazebo and sat on the ground where it stands and listened to the distant sound that the joyous people of Liyue harbor were making as they pulled their last-minute preparations for the festival. Every second felt like torture to you, thinking to yourself about how the man you loved the most did not give you the love that you deserved and was not able to give you the assurance you needed all the years you have been together. 

Now, you’re drowning in your memories of the past welcoming the pain you’re feeling, with your senses deteriorating little by little, and your eyes falling its last tears along with your vision getting blurry enveloping you to unwelcomed darkness in each passing second that not even the bright lights coming from Liyue’s Lantern Rite Festival can make bring back your sight, ‘It was nice seeing the region you made brighter than ever, Morax...’ 

“ Morax, I–.” were your last words before you breathed your last sweet breath, your head slowly dropping on the bench, as the sound of LIyue’s people started to move near the mountain 

17:00

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:00:00:10)

Your time is up. Your lungs are burning as it tries to take in more air. You know that it won’t make any difference even if you ask to have your time extended to properly end things with Zhongli, but fate was never once on your side after you met him. All you ever experienced in the last 10 years was anything but not love and assurance. You believed that his heart was never with you after 1 year of being together, yet you never failed to lose hope that maybe one day, he’ll be able to see you and care for you like how you were with him. But wishing is a luxury to you when you are already with an archon who can give you that, ‘won’t it be too much to ask for a little more’ Yes, you believed it is true, but if only you were a little selfish, maybe this rare disease did not come looking for you.

Accepting the harsh reality, you thought to yourself that even at this moment, you could never bring yourself to hate Zhongli, not even once in the last 10 years have you thought of hating him even if it is too painful to love him but only one selfish thought came to you, touching the ground for the last time, you whispered in your mind. “I do not wish to meet you in my next life, Morax…” 

With your body losing its warmth, the last tear taking its last drop, and your pupils slowly dilating, comes the sound of the fireworks from Liyue harbor shooting at the skies reflecting the colorful sparkles dancing in your lifeless eyes…

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Aaaaaaaaah! How was it? I was tearing the whole time writing this one! Btw. Might make a Zhongli POV one. Unsure when to post as work has been keeping me lately. But I really hope you liked this one. Thank you so much for reaching up to this point, I appreciate it! Stay safe, hydrated, and take care sunshine!

Oh, and here's part 2!

Love,

Ja ♥

[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

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„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

[byalexisness]

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Ryusei Shidou x gn! reader

@ringasm pookie gave me so many idea istg‼️

content warning: yandere themes, sadism, ryusei is mean only to be soft again, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, dacryphilia

Ryusei tried.

he really tried.

he tried to be a gentle, caring boyfriend for you, his little angel. his pretty, lovely, precious, fragile significant other.

but that's exactly why he wasn't good with being gentle.

don't get him wrong, his love for you was imense, intense, overwhelming, but most of all it was sick. he loved you so much, he loved seeing you so fragile and easy to break that he couldn't stop.

ryusei loved seeing you cry, fat tears streaming down your pretty, red cheeks, so hurt by his harsh words and his cold attitude.

it stirred something in that sick heart of his.

it sent blood rushing straight to his cock, the sight of you being so broken, on your knees before him, begging him so prettily between your weak and pathetic sobs. begging him to stop insulting you and calling you names, to be gentle with you.

"p-please, r-ryu, you promised..." you sobbed desperately, looking up at him with red eyes. you couldn't take it anymore, his cruel words sliced right through your heart over and over again.

"awww, is my little toy crying for me to stop? you want me to be gentle?" he said mockingly, bending down to your level with a smirk. his cruel eyes looked into your teary ones and such a blissful passed through his body. "such a cute thing i have, only mine, only for myself. isn't that right, love?"

"ryu, p-please..." you whispered as you looked at him. "s-stop being like this..."

"oh, my dear..." he chuckled meanly and got closer to your face, grabbing your chin tightly. "i'm afraid i can't. beg me a little more, i wanna see those tears more. cry more, can you that for me, hmm? or, perhaps, you are too stupid for it?"

the blunt, mocking tone, the way he wasn't even trying to hide that he was enjoying this made you whine and more tears fell down your cheeks.

after tormenting you more, making you cry hysterically and yell for him to stop, ryusei decided that he had enough. his demeanor changed suddenly and he pulled you into a warm hug, rubbing your back and hushing you—treating you just like you wished to be treated.

"shh, 's okay, my pretty thing. 's okay, i won't do it again..." the same phrase every time, in the same sweet tone, so sweet that it's obvious it was fake, but you always fell right into his trap, too desperate for his comfort.

it made Ryusei think—humans are weird, really. how can someone that brings you pain, also bring you comfort?

but he didn't care. when he felt you cry into his chest, sniffling pathetically as he rubbed your back in a false sense of comfort, he felt himself twitch in his pants.

you were his favorite.

and he wasn't going to stop breaking you, comforting you after, only to break you worse next time.

[queers-gambit]

It Feels Like (the Very) First Time part two

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

prompt: your husband finally shows you all of him.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.4k+

warnings: cursing, smut, Aemond has more emotion than he knows what to do with, Ewan Mitchell with horses - yum. small angst, large comfort. more filler, more fluff, more of author avoiding responsibilities!! what is editing? i don't know her!!

"What's this?" Aemond whispered through sleep, cracking his eye open in confusion as you settled on the bed with a large, legged tray decorated with different foods. "What're you up to, pretty girl?"

His voice was still hoarse when he first woke up.

"Another surprise," you beamed at him, the sun streaming in through the open windows.

Aemond sighed through sleep, "How're you awake right now? Last night wasn't enough?"

"I'm a bit excited," you defended softly, "today's pretty special in my opinion."

He chuckled and slowly pulled himself up in bed, eyepatch still in place after passing out in it; hand raising to wipe his eye of sleep. "This is nice, love," he nodded gently as you set the tray to his side, easily returning to him when his arm opened in invitation. "Thank you," he mumbled, kissing your temple.

"Mhm, I promised it was just gonna be us," you smirked at him, letting his lips meet yours slowly. "Happy nameday, love," you whispered against his lips, slowly grinning.

He nodded, "Thank you."

"C'mon, I've got a day planned," you smirked, encouraging the tray forward for you both to pick off of. He chuckled when on the tray, laid one of his first presents.

"What's this?" He perked a brow, pointing to the smaller box.

"Maybe you should open it, find out," you teased softly, biting into a berry. He spared you a small look before sighing and reaching for it, slowly unwrapping the packaging and revealing the velvet box.

"Sweetheart," he warned.

"Just shut up and open it," you laughed, letting both your arms coil around one of his as he slowly opened the box.

"What...?" He breathed.

"It's for protection," you smiled softly. "And strength, whenever you need it. 'S the Warrior, see?" You gently pet the pendent.

"It's beautiful, love," he muttered against the crown of your head, kissing it.

"It's for the times I'm not with you," you explained. "You told me you feel safe with me, yeah?" He nodded silently. "So, the times I'm not with you, let this pendent give you strength. The Warrior's good for that."

He chuckled a breath through his nose. "No, this is perfect, sweet girl. Thank you. This is... Really special," he assured, handing you the box. "Wanna put it on?"

"Yeah?" You shot up in excitement, trying to restrain your joy but look, when you nailed a present, you got something akin to an adrenaline high. "You mean it?"

"Put it on," he chuckled, "and I won't take it off, hmm?"

"Good, good, good," you muttered, taking the golden chain in hand before shuffling to your knees. He sat still to let you clasp the chain, sitting back to admire the pendent. "Oh, yeah, this looks - yeah, this is good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled, mimicking you.

"Yes! Really suits you," you smirked, leaning in to peck his lips. "But I know you're feeling flustered, so, I promise... There's still more surprises."

"Y/N," he groaned, "this is enough."

"Hush your mouth and come with me. Get dressed in something loose," you thought for a moment. "And boots - wear boots."

"What're you planning?"

"Play along," you groaned, trying to pull him from the bed. "By the Gods, what're you eating, lad?"

He laughed and easily tugged you back, letting your knees crash to the bed on either side of his hips; making you catch yourself on his shoulders. "In a moment," he preened, licking your bottom lip as his hands easily slid from your thighs up to grip your bottom again, "I need to thank my wife properly."

"No," you giggled, "c'mon, save the thanks and celebration for later."

He sighed at your stubbornness, kissing you once more before giving a hearty pat to your arse, "All right, pretty girl, go on."

With a spring to your step, Aemond watched you flit around the room before getting out of bed, too. You both prepared for your day and you made sure to grab the new pair of gloves Helaena got him. Once in a tunic and pair of breeches, your boots were laced on and hand taken in Aemond's to leave your room.

He didn't know where to go, so, he had to follow you through the Keep. "What're we doing at the stables, love?" He wondered softly, following you closely as he eyed the magnificent beasts around you.

"I heard rumor the Prince used to love horses before he mastered Vhagar," you turned so you walked down the aisle of the stable backwards, hand still held in his.

He chuckled, "Before Vhagar, I only had reason to learn to ride a horse. Since then, I've tried to focus more on my dragon."

You hummed and nodded, "Perhaps because you also don't own your own horse?"

"What do I have need of a horse for?" He chuckled, teasing you.

"To go out on rides with your wife," you teased. "C'mon," you tugged him further, introducing him to the final stall. "Ta-da."

This time, Aemond fully laughed; his cheeks heating up gently, "You really got me a horse?"

"I really did," you beamed. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"You're serious?"

"Why would I jest at a time like this?" You pouted lightly. "Call it spousal bonding."

Aemond let his lips quirk in a smirk, stepping towards you until his hands took hold of your hips and your own latched onto the area above his elbow. "You go above and beyond, sweet girl," he mused.

"You deserve it," you assured softly. "And while I do not get to spoil you usually, I can for today. So, please," you nodded at his new ebony stallion, "go for a ride with me."

"How can I say no?" He smirked, leaning in to peck your lips. "Thank you, my love. I want to say it's too much but you are too stubborn to hear me."

You let your eyes roll, giving him another kiss before pulling back to select your steed for the day. And like that, the morning fell into afternoon in the stable and then the afternoon melted into evening with you both outside the city walls, on horseback.

Aemond seemed different and it was notable enough that you cocked your head as you watched him. At some point, his head tilted back and his eye shut to take a deep breath in; letting you admire him for a long moment before riding forward. The horse you bought him was, indeed, a bit green in his steps but Aemond handled him like a professional - and Gods, was it a sight to witness. You both explored the area beyond your home and as the sun moved into position to sink, you wondered if you should make for the Keep again.

With the promise of returning whenever you liked, since this was his horse now, you both made it back to the stable in time for the sunset. Leaving the stallion and your borrowed gelding in their stalls after cooling them out, you and Aemond made for your rooms with another mischievous grin.

"Let me guess," He sighed, trying not to roll his eye but the attitude was evident, "you've yet another surprise?"

"Of course," you chirped, grinning at him as your hand shot out in offer. "Shall we, my dear husband?" He had to chuckle lightly, slapping his palm into your own almost begrudgingly. "Oh, come now, you can try to cheer up. It was a nice day, wasn't it?"

Aemond sighed gently and tugged you by your hand so you were right under his arm. "Today was kinda perfect, my love. Thank you," he whispered against your forehead before pecking it. "I almost forgot how much I like horses."

"Well, now you own one," you smirked. "I did good, huh?"

Aemond let himself chuckle quietly, "Yeah, pet, you absolutely nailed it. Hmm?"

Under your breath, you hissed, "Yes," much to your husband's amusement.

"And now?" He asked, glancing around the halls you lead him down.

"You're gonna wait in our rooms while I get dinner settled," you smirked up at him gently. "Maybe get a bath, you reek of manure."

You both laughed gently, knowing you were no better; horse hair coating both of your clothing and leaving natural smudges of dirt, grime, and yes, sometimes, manure. It was mostly caked to your boots in an array of mud, hay, and sawdust; so, when you got to your rooms, you were both quick to shed your gear.

"Uh," Aemond eyed you carefully when you dressed.

"What?"

"You're not going in that," he chuckled.

"I was going to put a dressing robe on," you smirked, gently rolling your eyes as you gathered your hair together before twisting and pinning it off your neck.

"Hmm," he considered, letting his eye rake up and down your form. "Maybe pants?"

You chuckled, relenting as you plucked up a pair of simple trousers, "Yes, my sweet. Good?" You checked, easily stepping into the thin material and tying the drawstring.

"With the dressing robe, yes," he mused, truthfully only wanting you bare for him and covered to your neck for everyone else. "You'll join me when you return?"

"Um, ew?" You laughed lightly. "So we might sit in our own filth?"

He shrugged, "What if we cleaned ourselves before we stepped in the tub?"

"Doable but still gross," you teased. "It'll be like human soup of our grime, love."

"Well, if you don't want - "

"Hey, hey," you smiled as you approached him, tying off your robe, "'s your day and if you want to get a bath with me, I would not refuse." You paused, and then relented, "In truth, any other day, I would not refuse - but today's special."

"All right, all right," he smirked, giving your hips a squeeze, "you go, I'll be here."

"Good," you chirped, toes supporting your weight as you pecked his lips swiftly. "I'll be quick!"

Aemond smirked and let his hand swat your bottom (again), chuckling when you offered a half-hearted glare. After stuffing your feet into a pair of slippers, you darted out of the room and rushed for the kitchens. From there, Chef Uller was all too happy to go over a menu with you; assuring it would be delivered to your bed chambers.

Once everything was set in motion, you took a pitcher of wine and two fresh goblets to your room. With the door shut, but not yet locked, you set your items down to pour the wine and then peak into the adjoining room.

It was considerably smaller, but served its purpose of providing privacy in one's most personal, intimate moments. However, it also housed a smaller fireplace that warmed the clawed foot tub resting before it; kettle dangling slightly from it's hanging rack.

Aemond was resting in the tub already, hair, also, pinned back to save it from getting wet. He lazily looked over when you approached and you briefly had to remind yourself not to get angry when you noted he still wore his eyepatch. "Thanks, love," he whispered, accepting the goblet you handed him.

"Mhm," you nodded gently, taking a sip.

"Join me," he requested - or demanded, you're not sure. It didn't matter much because you were eagerly stripping to the side of the tub under his heavy gaze.

Aemond's chest sat through the waterline and silently sipped as his eye watched you, but was taken aback when you asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Probably more than I should, pet," he answered slowly. "Where'd that come from?"

You sighed lightly and in the nude, neared the tub with your own goblet. "Well, you just," you sighed as you sat to the rim of the tub, turning slowly so your legs were submerged first. "You do not let me see you."

He understood your words, telling you quietly, "You saw me at my worst, you should not have to subject yourself to that, again."

Aemond's free hand was offered to you and you accepted it, easing yourself into the still-warmed water. "Well, shouldn't you leave that up to me to decide?" You asked, back leaning against the opposite end; making your legs lay over his to leave your feet at his hips. It left your legs spread to his gaze, water doing nothing to hide the lower half of your body.

His free hand dropped to hold your shin that rested over his thigh, "No, my love, I would not want you to pass judgement."

"So, you do not trust me."

"I do, pet."

"Then why are you afraid to show me?" You asked quietly. "We are already married, Aemond, there is not much you can do to chase me away." Your feet squeezed his hips, pouting lightly, "What if I wanted to see it?"

He sighed, "I do not need to hear my wife's disgust over my apparance."

"Or are you afraid of the praise I will offer?"

It was silent for a few moments as you both took sips of wine, then heard the chamber door open.

"What's that?" He asked in mild alarm.

"Ease yourself, it's only Amira and Chef Uller bringing us dinner," you assured softly. When his questioning gaze turned to you, you smiled softly, "I told you it was just us today."

"So you did," he smirked. "Tell me something." You sighed and nodded, tipping the goblet to your lips as your free hand laid over the lip of the tub. Aemond's hand rose from the water to gently lace your fingers together, the last of the steam wafting from the water's surface. "Did you get me those books or did my brother, truly?"

You paused, feeling yourself flare in a flush of internal embarrassment; blinking a few times as you sighed. "Well, he is... Busy, love. He could not find the time, so, while I was out, I made sure to grab something Aegon could give you."

He nodded, "So, they're from you?"

Your eyes rolled, "Yes, yes, and from your dear brother, he only graced you with his decent behavior at dinner."

"Which went more noticed than you think, sweet girl," he smirked, the outer door shutting again - and you knew Amira was the last out of the room to ensure nobody lingered.

"Hmm?"

"Mum noticed," he nodded softly. "I could tell."

"Well - "

"No, truly, love, what is it you have on him?" He asked, leaning over to set his goblet to the stone floor. You deftly handed him your own. "Hmm?" He turned in the water to reach for you, and you did not fight his encouragement to slide on your knees to rest on his lap. "What is it you have on my brother that gets him to act like a regular person?"

You chuckled, damp arms rising to wrap around his neck. "I promise you, I have nothing. Aegon is a special lad," you allotted, "and has to be handled in a special way. I would only like to think I am merely defensive against him."

Aemond nodded softly, "He likes to instigate."

"Mhm," you agreed, letting his lips meet yours. "However, if my dinner gets any colder, I'll be very upset."

"Oh, c'mon, love," he pouted gently. "Just gotta raise your hips for me."

"So you might make another mess?" You teased, kissing him again. "No, love, c'mon. I can wash your hair if you'd like."

"Perhaps in the morning," he promised with a soft smirk. "I might've taken tomorrow off from responsibilities."

"Yeah?" You nodded gently, nose rubbing up his own.

"Mhm. And I allegedly got you released from duties, too."

"What did you do?" You laughed.

"Merely expressed my want to show my wife how appreciative of her I am," he chuckled, letting his tongue boldly stick out to lick flat up your neck. Your breathing stuttered slightly as your hands tightened on his neck as he muttered, "That I desired being alone with her."

"Oh, so, you told everyone we were going to fuck all day," you teased, laughing gently in his ear.

"Mhm," he smirked, pecking your cheek. "Am I wrong?"

"If I'm not fed soon, maybe."

Aemond laughed and agreed, letting you both climb from the tub; sending a wave of water back into it and onto the stone floor as you dried off. You didn't bother dressing, only tied your robe on; Aemond following your lead and tying on a simple pair of thin trousers. After, he sat at the table and you skipped over, showing him the last two books for him to open.

"I knew it," he teased, opening them. "Are you done for the night?"

"Hmm," you thought about it for a moment, "nope, there's one more. But that's for later," you winked, claiming your own seat as he dished you both plates. "You like them?"

He nodded, glancing at the titles. "Have you read them?"

"A few years ago," you nodded, "and thought you'd like them, maybe we could talk about it."

Aemond chuckled, "Yeah, sweetheart."

Dinner passed uneventfully, and by the end, your bare feet were curled in Aemond's lap as he couldn't resist reading the first chapter of one of the books you got him. You listened as he read, smiling when one of his hands held the book and the other caressed the skin of your feet, ankle, and shins. You were both content to banter back and forth regarding whatever he read, and because you've read the book already, you had to advantage to really poke at him.

As the night passed, it was evident the exhaustion of the day set and Aemond was glancing around. When he noted your softened expression, arm propped on the table to keep your head upright, he closed the novel and placed it under his arm. "C'mere," he whispered, using your hands to guide you to your feet and then lead you to bed.

It was easy enough to get in bed and resume reading. This time, you were pressed against his chest to look at the book he read from, petting the small tuffs of thin, soft hair on his chest.

Just before midnight, you stretched against Aemond's side to then lean up, caress his one cheek, and press your lips to the other. His cheeks filled with a grin as you obnoxiously hummed through your wet pecks, nose nuzzling the side of his own.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Ready for your last surprise?"

He sighed, "As if today wasn't enough?"

"Mhm."

Aemond chuckled, patting your hip, "All right, yeah, let's get it done. Go on, pretty girl," his lips pecked your forehead.

With a another grin, you shot out of bed and readjusted your robe to locate the last, final gift of the evening. When you turned, your nerves suddenly flared as you stared at your husband; propped in your bed, eyepatch on, single eye staring back at you with mild curiosity. "Um," you looked to the wrapped parcel in your hands, "yeah, you know what, now - now, this feels a little inappropriate."

Your words caught Aemond's attention, making him sit up and set the book aside. "No, don't do that. You had the thought, c'mere, walk me through it."

That was something about your husband you were overtly grateful for: he always wanted you to explain, take you thought-by-thought to better understand your emotions.

Nervously, you shuffled forward. "I can always return it," you assured, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Aemond's head cocked. "And you don't have to wear it, either..."

"I wish to assure you but I don't know what it is," he chuckled lightly. "Are you going to let me see?"

You sighed with crinkled brows, hand shaking as you held the gift to him. Aemond slowly accepted it and began to unwrap it, revealing a thickly padded velvet box.

"More jewelry?" He teased lightly, sparing you a glance.

However, your throat constricted as you gulped, "If it's too much, Aemond, I'm truly sorry a-and I'll replace it - I'll return it."

He sighed patiently and opened the box, pausing in earnest shock. He looked from the new, rounded sapphire to your amethyst orbs as words evaded him for several long moments. It left time for your nerves to spike, waiting for his first move.

But you had to explain yourself.

"I-I know you do not want me to see your injury," you nodded. "But I wanted to show you that I don't need to see it in order to love you. While I wish I could go back and undo the years of torment and ridicule, I cannot... And I cannot change your mind that you do not need to hide away, but I would hope you come to see there is no reason to hide away from me. But only when you're ready," you smiled slightly, "and I hoped this sapphire could replace what you use now. Mira said it's seen better days, so, I just... I just thought," you shrugged nervously, picking at the bed sheets in an effort to distract your overwhelming thoughts. "You know?"

Aemond slowly let his lips spread in a bright grin, "This is... I do not know what to call this, but by the Gods, my love, I have never been bestowed such a gift."

"I love you," you promised, nodding at him in assurance.

Something in Aemond's mind clicked and after glancing to the door, he asked, "Could you lock the door, pet?"

"Why?"

"We don't need to be disturbed," he chuckled, nodding towards the door. You did as he asked, and when you returned, he was guiding you into his lap to settle in a straddle.

"Is it too much?" You worried, hands to his neck as your eyes were drawn to the gem sitting beside your calf.

"No, sweetheart," he whispered, hands holding your hips, "'s actually really beyond words. I do not know what to say other than thank you."

You smiled gently, "You're welcome. I hope you know that I do not think any less of you because of this." Your hand rose to hold his cheek, thumb sweeping slowly to caress the bottom half of his scar. "If anything, it really adds to your charm," you smirked gently.

He let a breathy laugh out through his nose, "Yet, I think I have a surprise for you, love."

"Oh? What would that be, husband?" You smiled, leaning in to peck his lips, but did not release your hold of his face.

He sighed, "Take it off."

"My robe?"

"Well," he paused, nodding, "yes, that, too, but I meant the patch."

You gaped at him for a moment, "Look, Aemond, you shouldn't because I want you to, it should be what you feel comfortable doing. We can wait."

But his hands retreated from your form to tug at the ties of your robe, easily pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare to him. He leaned back some, eye raking over your form spread on his lap. "I do feel comfortable, pet. But only with you," he sighed. His hand rose to sweep his thumb over your pebbling nipple, "C'mere, love. Gonna help me change it out?"

"You're serious?" You gawked, trying to ignore the ministrations of his fingers.

"I don't take the gem out anymore," he nodded, still toying with your tit as he glanced at your gifted sapphire. "That looks like a better fit, more snug."

"I'm not forcing it in socket," you warned, feeling your stomach churn - but from anxiety or arousal, you weren't sure.

"No, I would not ask that of you," He nodded, other hand moving to the laces that laid at the top of his trousers to loosen them. His thighs clenched to lift you up, now holding you to his chest as he worked his trousers from his hips. "Easy," he whispered to you, one hand holding his leaking member as the other guides you back down.

Turns out, intimacy turned your husband on - another note you made.

You both breathed out sharply when his tip prodded at your entrance, but with one fell swoop, you were sunk onto his hips; his cock fully sheathed.

Your hands pet over his cheeks, glancing to the leather eyepatch. "You're truly sure?" You whispered.

"I am," he promised, "go ahead, love. But please... Do not shy away."

Your heart shattered at his words, but you whispered back, "Never."

As if in distraction for himself, Aemond started to rut your hips into his own; creating both tension and friction. Your hands eased over his hair and just felt along the strap, his eye closing to press into your neck. You let him be and started to increase your pace as your fingers toyed with the latch.

Aemond grunted when the years of horseback and dragon riding proved useful; letting your hips move on their own accord to stroke him for all he was worth. His thrusts slowly started to meet yours as you let the latch of the eyepatch go slack, hearing his breathing stagger.

You caressed his face to your neck still but slowly pulled the leather eyepatch off, letting it fall to the side. Aemond's arms coiled like vices around your waist, keeping you impossibly close as you purposefully increased your pace. His hot breath fanned over your collarbones as your hands gently caressed his jaw to ease him back.

He was stiff and kept his eye closed, but perhaps, that was to your advantage. You kept your face neutral, fully pulling yourself off his cock before slamming back down in an impossible rhythm; just gazing over his injury as the dull sapphire in socket stared back at you. "Aemond," you whispered, changing pace so you more-so rolled your hips into his, "look at me, love, please."

With another gulp, Aemond slowly opened his eye and only found your passionate, blissed expression.

"This is what you hide from me?" You asked gently. "You do not feel how tight I am? Gazing at you, fully," you appreciated, thumb sweeping across the bare scar to then gently hook into his bottom lip and jaw; tugging lightly to punctuate your words, "and seeing you like this is something mouthwatering, love."

"Don't," he whispered.

"What?"

"Give me false hope," he grit, taking control of your hips to hump into you at a faster pace. His feet planted flat on the mattress to give himself leverage behind you.

"I would never," you panted, "I only offer you truth. Fuck's sake, Aemond, I saw you when this first happened and I was not repulsed then - I am not now. You, my dear, sweet husband," you leaned so your lips hovered over his, "are so incredibly beautiful. Two eyes or one or none, I am in love with your mind, body, and soul."

"Fuck," he licked your bottom lip before growling and taking you in his arms so he could flip you both.

"Gods," you moaned when he gave his first thrust, new angle creating a pressurized, piercing feeling in your gut. But your hands all but slapped over his cheeks to pull him closer, "You're so fucking handsome, Aemond, do not hide from me anymore. Please, my love, I cannot bare the idea of you turning away."

"After tonight, how can I?" he smirked some, dropping a sloppy kiss to your lips. His hips retracted only to push forward with a roll of his hips, creating a feeling of explicit pleasure in your blood and guts.

"Good," you mused, holding onto his neck and shoulders as his thumb reached to circle around your pearl. "I always want to see you. Fuck," you whined at that familiar feeling.

"You close, pretty girl? Gonna cum for me?" He smirked, lips moving over yours. He gave a grunt and let his head drop to your neck, one hand under your shoulder to keep his balance as the other held one of your legs up his hip.

"Yes, yes, yes," you whined, gasping when his tongue flattened to your neck before scraping his teeth over a sensitive spot. You knew the flesh of your neck and chest would be marked by his doing but did not care; eager to wear his love-bites as badges of honor. "Aemond," you begged in his ear, hands smoothing his hair back with desperate movements.

"That's a good girl," he praised, pulling back to lift his torso and hold both your hips in a pin against the bed. Then, he rose them slightly to angle, making your feet plant and legs widen as he started to thrust again. "Huh?" He reached for your neck, staring straight into your eyes. "Gonna cum around me, love? Let me feel you fall apart?"

You nodded mutely, his hand pressing down to your throat as your legs started to shake from overstimulation. You felt briefly frustrated for not cumming yet, but you were only strokes away once Aemond angled your hips a little more properly. But when his head bowed to watch his cock hammer in and out, glistening in your juices, you reached for him, "Don't turn away."

Aemond smirked and moved so he hovered over you, needing to release your throat to hold his weight; pressing dangerously hard to your clit as his cock swelled with pleasure.

Yet, his breathing faltered when you whispered, "I love you exactly as you are, Aemond." His eye met yours, hand reaching to caress his cheek as your ankles locked behind his pert buttocks. "Do not turn away, I love seeing you - all of you. I will not tire of this sight," you promised through your higher-pitched breathing, slowly whimpering as oxygen felt hard to come by as your climax mounted.

His lips caught the moan off your tongue, sweeping into your mouth only to pull back to stare at you. "Open your mouth," he commanded. One arm, again, lay under your shoulder as the other was occupied to your clit. "C'mon, pretty girl, open your fucking mouth."

You did as bid, and his smirk was broad before not wasting time to pucker his lips as he gathered spit before slowly letting it push from his mouth - dripping to your tongue, and rolling to the back of your throat. You were almost unsure what to do, never experiencing this before, but didn't have to think hard or for long because Aemond was descending and letting his tongue invade your mouth.

Your throat constricted easily, almost absentmindedly.

"Good girl," he purred.

"Wait," you bit your lip.

"What's wrong?" He worried, brows crinkling as his thrusting slowed.

"No, no," you encouraged, heels bearing down to his flesh, "keep going, please. But let me," you spoke, letting one hand drift to your pearl and gently swat his away.

He actually moaned and sat back again to watch you, and from this angle, it was exactly what you needed. Your husband's sapphire only reflected the light of the room but it was enough to push you over the edge once you took a new direction and speed to your clit. Aemond watched in fascination, lips gently parted, as you came undone around him; back arching, eyes shutting, and both hands quickly darting up to palm your breasts.

"Aemond," you whined, eyes cracking open slightly. "My love - please."

"I'm here, pet," he whispered, holding your waist as he started to chase his own pleasure. "You're so fucking tight," he grit lightly.

You whimpered, but before you realized it, your hips were raising to meet his thrusts; one hand holding his neck as the other reached to fondle his stones. Aemond didn't last beyond another thrust, cumming with a shout as his hips stuttered into yours; both hands planted to the sides of your head to keep a stiff-armed posture.

Manicured hands guided him back to you, legs encouraging him to collapse into your body as lips claimed his. Seemingly giving way, he let you push him to his back as you only turned to lift a leg over his hip. He grunted, pushing his hips forward again to keep himself seated deeply in you; peppering kisses to your lips, nose, and chin.

You laid beside one another and you soaked in the sight of him as you both tried to regain your breathing. After a few moments of aimlessly letting your fingertips caress the skin of his face, he cracked a teasing smile, and through his short pants, teased, "You're gonna stare a lot now, aren't you?"

You chuckled, "Would that be such a crime?"

"Not at all, pretty girl," he assured, hands holding your back and hip to keep you close. "Though it might get a bit creepy."

You shrugged, "You married me, so..."

Snickering, Aemond agreed happily, "Yes, I did. And I'd do it again, my love." A hand rose to let his fingertips now guide your chin up so your gaze met his. "I don't know what I did to deserve this union, but I am trying my best to give proper thanks for it. But tonight, my love," he breathed, "I do not know what to say."

"Well, considering you're still stuffed inside me, better say something nice," you teased gently, hearing him chuckle.

"I fear I must ask your assistance in something." You hummed in question, tugging yourself up slightly to caress his jaw and cheek as you kissed at his skin. "Help me change the gem."

"Not in Seven Hells," you refused with a small gasp. "You lost your mind?"

He smirked, "C'mon, sweet girl, if we're doin' this, let's just do it all. I do not trust anyone else but you, yet, I can go ask someone else for help - "

"I might stab you," you lightly threatened with a pout. "Considering the time we've been married and I am only now seeing you," you sighed gently, thumb sweeping over his scar as you stared into the sapphire for a moment, "I would feel great shame if anyone else assisted you... Though, I must confess, I only worry for hurting you."

"You could never," he assured, his hand aiding hair from the side of your head back behind your ear. "You were not wrong, the one I wear should probably be changed. So, we're gonna get the gem out, and..."

"And?" You spoke softly.

He sighed, "Would it... Would it run you off if I asked you to see the injury... Without the sapphire?"

Your heart melted at the unsure, veiled nervousness to his tone. "You're not gonna run me off, love. I will look at all of you," you spoke softly, leaning in to kiss his lips, "gemstone or no."

He sighed. "Lay here a moment, we'll need a dagger."

"For?" You pondered when he moved from under you, cock pulling free with a small grunt, to then let his feet hit the stone floor.

"To get the gem out," he eased casually.

"I am not taking a dagger to your face, Aemond!" You snapped in alarm, reaching for your dressing robe that hung at the bottom edge of the mattress.

"No, love, I will," he assured, grabbing a short-blade from his weapons belt. "You just sit there," he whispered, moving back to your side. You frowned, and once he sat, moved so you were pressed to his flank. Your lips pressed warm kisses to his shoulder, watching as he all too easily used the tip of the blade to pop the gem from his eye socket. Perhaps the one he used truly wasn't a proper fit and was too loose.

Yet, he did not face you.

Reaching for his cheek, you first let your forehead rest against his temple. "Whenever you're ready," you whispered.

"T-This might be the part you run," he returned.

"Sweetheart, please," you sighed sadly, "I am not going to turn away, run, puke my insides, want to leave you, or think any different. Well, that last bit might not be true," you waited until his head tilted just a fraction to meet your smiling-eyes, "because I can only love you more for trusting me this far. But... I-If this is far enough, we don't have to proceed. You can put the gem back in, and we can - "

"No, no," he took a breath. "Once it's in, I rarely take it out... I-I want you to see."

You nodded, "Okay. Then, whenever you're ready."

Aemond took a sobering breath before wrapping his arm around you so his torso twisted slightly. He needed another moment, head bowing to cradle yours into his neck and shoulder; then, sniffling with a soft nod. "Okay."

"All right," you whispered, but did not move.

The fire crackled, sending a pop of ash and ember into the air.

Aemond lifted himself from your warmth and took another long breath in - letting it out sharply and nodding as he cleared his throat. He waited with your hands in his as you slightly peaked around the front of him to get your first look at the extent of his injury.

What a sight it was.

"Oh, love," you breathed, reaching to caress his cheek and gently tilt it downward. "It's healed really nicely, wow, look at that. Looks really good - "

"What?" He jerked up in confusion.

"What?" You asked in return, confused by his own.

"T-That is what you say when you see it?"

"What did you think I'd say?" You worried.

"In truth, I am unsure, but it... It was not that," he admitted.

You smiled sadly and reached again, looking into the deadened, empty socket. "It's not pretty, but injuries such as these rarely are. Though, for what it's worth, it has healed nicely. Why do you wear the sapphire?"

"You see it," he whispered. "It gives fright."

You sighed, "Maybe surprise but not fright."

"You're too tenderhearted, my love," he chuckled a bit. "I did not choose to wear a sapphire just before we married. 'S been years with both gem and patch."

"Well, with me, you need not worry about either if you don't want to," you nodded. "The sight of you - the true you - does not startle me, my love. I am honored at your reveal."

His forehead met yours as he sighed, reaching to pet over your lips lightly. "I am blessed to call you wife."

"And what an honor to be your wife, Lord husband," you assured, leaning in to kiss him again - trying not to think about how you had uttered virtually those same words to Ladies from court, who has offered insult to your husband before.

Aemond smirked gently and sniffled, "You're making me soft."

"Good," you teased, "I like you like this."

"Hmm?"

"Totally whipped for me," you laughed, his hands seizing over your ribs in playful reprimand. "Hey, hey, hey, the feeling is mutual, my love. Please," you chuckled lightly. He only hummed and pecked your lips, pulling back to take a deep breath as if to digest your reaction. "Come here, let's make sure Parne's gem fits."

"Parne?" Aemond repeated, watching you shuffle back to the upper middle of the bed and make sure the gem hadn't fallen from your vigorous antics.

"Mhm," you nodded, "the jeweler?"

"I know her," he assured softly. "She sold you one of her Precious Gems?"

"Am I to know what that means?"

His head shook, "No, I suppose not. I buy from her, too... We've spoken of her gemstones before, though she would never sell them."

"Hmm, maybe I am just special," you considered softly, fingering the blue gem. "Sure you wouldn't prefer an amethyst?"

"'S more your eye color, love," he smirked, meeting you in bed. "All right, c'mere."

Together, Aemond guided you in how to properly place the stone back in his socket, and because it was a larger stone, it took just a bit of persuasion from the heel of your palm. It wasn't the most comfortable procedure and you wanted to call a Maester for Milk of the Poppy, but Aemond refused - citing the pain would be gone in a few hours. When done, you both pushed whatever did not belong from the mattress before shimmying under the covers.

His eyepatch laid on the floor and you grinned against his lips, unable to soothe your vast excitement over his revelation.

While you slept in the following morning, Aemond, who had yet to allow himself to rest, only waited an hour for the sun to rise. He carefully slid out from your embrace and knew he was on a clock before you sensed he was gone, so, he dressed quickly and darted out of the secret passage.

Avoiding any guards this early was simple enough, and just as the sun rose to fill the sky with new light, he arrived at Madam Parne's.

"Ah, Prince Aemond," the jeweler smirked when he entered, "I was beginning to wonder when you might show up."

He sighed, "Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Sell my wife one of your gems? You've never sold one before."

"In truth, my Prince, I've had a recent brush with mortality," Parne admitted softly, "and instead of holding onto my Precious Gems, I decided your wife's intentions true enough. Tell me, does it fit?"

Aemond lifted his chin, "Very nicely, I'd say."

"Good," She nodded with earnest. "So, why are you here now?"

"I think you know."

Parne smirked, "I took the liberty of gathering these options."

On the presentation table, Parne sat with Aemond for a moment to go over the showcases full of sapphire jewelry. However, he didn't need to think twice when he saw the set he'd come to buy, pointing at the sapphire gem set in a silver band, connecting to a single strand chain, that then hooked into a silver-chained necklace. There was also a band of matching-cut sapphires set in a bracelet, along with a silver sapphire ring that he longed to see on one of your fingers.

Paying the accented woman, Aemond held the parcel in a tight grip as his hood was drawn to prevent unwanted attention with his free hand gripping his sword's pommel in a white-knuckle strength.

Stopping once more at a boutique, he kept his promise, and bought you five new silk slips - some even lined with lace.

He snuck back into the Keep and paused at a different corridor to slip down and visit the kitchens. Chef Uller worried the dinner he prepared wasn't good enough when he saw the One Eyed Prince but Aemond assured it was delicious and he only meant to order breakfast be sent to their rooms.

"Why come yourself, my Prince?" Uller worried.

"My wife speaks highly of you, I was merely curious," he glanced around. "Speaking of, I should return to her."

"We'll have your meal brought up when ready," Uller promised, making Aemond nod and turn out of the kitchens.

When he made it back to your rooms, he sighed to see you sitting up in bed with folded arms - but your face only wore an expression of worry. "Oh," you sighed with relief when he snuck back through the door, "there you are."

"Apologies, sweet girl," he apologized, toeing out of his boots and tossing aside his cloak. He didn't bother with a jerkin that day and only wore a thin tunic, easily sliding back into bed with you. He explained, "I had to run an errand."

"I thought - "

"I did take today off," he smirked, holding out the two parcels, "but I had to get these for you."

"Oh, Gods be good," you rolled your eyes, pinning him with a look. "The day after your nameday, you go out and buy me something?"

"To say thank you, yes," he nodded, jostling the boxes. You took them, and without thinking, Aemond reached for his eyepatch and pulled it off to toss aside. When you opened the first gift, you laughed. "Five more, yes?" He smirked at you.

"Good job, love," you teased, letting your forehead press to his temple before closing the lid and setting the box aside. You then picked up the second gift.

You gasped lightly when you opened it, "It's so we match," Aemond smirked as he leaned in to peck your cheek.

"Oh, you," you chuckled, reaching for the back of his neck to surge into his arms - swallowing each other's moans. Yet, you made one more request, "Put it on me?"

"Why now?" He chuckled, tongue pushing into your mouth to messily tangle with your own.

When he pulled back, you whispered, "So you might fuck me with only these gems on."

And who was he to refuse his wife?

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

[moollypop]

indigo park theory: what ARE the mascots?

i've had many thoughts on this since chapter 1 came out, so this will be a long one.

TW for animal cruelty and abuse below.

first off. they are NOT animatronics. uniquegeese has explicitly said that himself on streams, and this is added on by the fact that mollie literally gets decapitated and dies, blood spurting out of her disembodied head. lloyd and mollie also just, generally look a lot more like living, breathing creatures than just some mascot suits or robots with their fur, feathers. as well as being able to blink and emote.

so that begs the question: how do these exist, if they aren't just robots and are in fact flesh and blood? well... judging by some of the context clues we've gotten so far, i think i can make a guess:

Indigo Park created the mascots through animal experimentation and genetic remodelling.

first off, the mascots themselves. at least, in the state they appear in. they are far more reminiscent of wild, feral animals than killer animatronics or toys or what-not from most other mascot horror games. lloyd in particular stands out in this.

when we first find him, he's all curled up asleep on the theatre stage. again, another point to these being living breathing things if they require sleep. only to then run off on all fours as soon as he wakes up and notices ed, then proceeds to stalk them within the backstage. keeping to the shadows and retreating when he's spotted or isn't in position to properly attack, again, like a real lion stalking its prey until it's within striking distance.

lloyd DOES walk on two feet properly, though. primarily when he trots away after first being sighted in the backstage, and later after ed grabs the key, lloyd does physically walk around even though it isn't visible to the player and he despawns after they leave the room with the key until it's time to do the jumpscare.

(credit to horrorscoped's "what indigo park hides in rambley's railroad and theater areas" video for the screenshots)

second, and what i think is most important to answering this question: mollie macaw. it's established in her death screen that she can mimic things that she's heard, including voices, which macaws in real life can also do. and while it's hard to hear them during her chase sequence, she has SEVERAL voice lines that play. most of them are taken from the rambley's railroad ride from earlier in the chapter, but there are several others that seem to be taken from employees or guests before the park's closure. i'll link a video to them here, but the lines i'm referring to in particular are:

"Stay in your seat!"

"I wanna play with the birdie!"

"Don't touch that thing, son..."

"Get up, you stupid freak."

"Get back in your cage, bird."

"The customer is always right."

the two i'm focused on mainly are fourth and fifth ones, which are undoubtedly park employees. calling her a freak, telling her to back into HER cage... paints a very, very unpleasant picture of what's going on. one that is confirmed even more by an easter egg in rambley rush, where if you fall into the fourth pit while moving to the left, you can find a second mollie inside a cage.

verbally abused and caged up... like a mistreated animal.

so... why? why create these "mascots" instead of having employees dress up in costumes like other parks? they clearly intended to at one point, as they had at least produced a costume for rambley before the mascots entered the picture... simple, really. money.

if you were a business and wanted to maximize profits with little morals, why not try and turn animals into your company's characters for your theme park so you can avoid paying your employees a little extra for going around in costume? if companies are willing to replace writers and artists with AI, why not put in a little more effort to create something else to do that job for you instead of having to pay someone else to do it?

but, something happened. maybe one of the mascots finally had enough and attacked an employee or guest? who knows... whatever the case, the park was suddenly and quickly evacuated with the events being covered up.

and the mascots were left to rot. with no humans to supervise them and keep the instructions and training and company-mandated rules drilled into them, combined with the isolation and likely mental toll it took... they regressed. they slowly lost what made them "mascots" in all but appearance, and now? they're animals again. wild, feral animals. ones that don't see a random person as a guest to greet, but as a smaller, weaker animal. a prey.

and with so many years having passed, likely not having much in the way of food outside of any other wild animals that might happen to wander into the park... they're likely very hungry.

[crisis-starter]

This is a retelling of the Promise Event written in third person through Bonnie’s eyes. I adhered to the dialogue of said event, mostly playing with thoughts and emotions.

This is a part of the CIAS AU!

I also gave up on using the nicknames, since I was already using words that wouldn’t ever cross a child’s mind.

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Snack time.

Third floor snack room.

Talk of death and funerary procedure.

They heard the adults talk amongst themselves, and then they felt something… someone looking at Bonnie. There was a pause in the air. An eerie stillness. That someone definitely realized that they stopped working on the snacks.

That’s when Siffrin spoke up, albeit quietly, “…Bonnie?”

Bonnie was silent for a few moments. Then they responded, “…What?” They had no filter. They wanted to express their thoughts. But it seems that it was that simple word that shook everyone else to the core. Made them realize they made a mistake. But Siffrin continued, somberly, “Were you listening to us just now?”

Bonnie paused again. They stayed silent, unable to meet Siffrin’s eye, which glistened with concern. “…I don’t wanna talk about it…” and that’s when the emotional restraint fell and turned to dust, “I don’t wanna talk about it! I don’t want to talk about any of us dying!”

Isabeau expressed his shame in his own actions, “Oh, Bonnie…” The tone and expression was enough to mark that as fact.

Mirabelle tried to comfort them by trying to maybe explain, calling their name in a voice laced with guilt and worry.

Siffrin was saying nothing, but his expression was that of a mix between slight panic and concern. He almost looked frustrated with themselves for what they did. He wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. Not yet.

Odile started, trying to ease Bonnie even though that isn’t her strong suit, “Please, listen to-“ But they didn’t let her.

Bonnie’s emotions were just too raw. They cried, “No! You’re all stupid for talking about this! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” They suddenly heard footsteps. Siffrin was approaching them. They didn’t know what Siffrin was planning to do, but they didn’t want it. The rogue had his hand extended to do something, and that’s when Bonnie started to make mistakes.

A pain was starting to grow in the back of their head. Bonnie yelled, anguished, “Don’t touch me!” Their voice lowered a little, but the words didn’t lose their deadly edge, “Curse you, Frin! Don’t come near me! I don’t want you to touch me, I don’t want you to talk to me, I don’t want you to even LOOK AT ME!” Tears streamed down Bonnie’s face, their voice wavering in tandem, “I don’t want to think about ANY OF THIS!”

The pain was getting worse. The air felt weird. But Bonnie wasn’t paying attention to that. They just knew Siffrin was trying to approach them again, so they retaliated with more venomous words, “NO! STOP, STOP! DON’T COME NEAR ME!”

Then they made their biggest mistake yet. The air is around them was weird. It smelled weird. It smelled wrong, yet Bonnie had to say something, “I HATE YOU, FRIN! If you like to talk about how everyone will die then you should just get it over with and die, Frin! I don’t care! I hate you!”

Siffrin’s face fell into something Bonnie wasn’t used to seeing on him. It wasn’t sadness no, it was… deeper than that. Part of Bonnie wanted to stop talking, stop sharing, stop saying anything at all, just to stop Frin from showing him that face, letting them discover what despair looked and felt like. That part of them wanted to just make them smile again. But no. Bonnie dug their grave deeper, despite the smell of caramel getting worse, getting thicker, getting nauseatingly abundant, “I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou I HAAAAATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!” And one last one to finish off this horrible display, “I HATE YOU FR-“

Bonnie didn’t even finish their sentence before something happened. Their headache was gone. But Siffrin was no longer in front of them. They weren’t facing their friends. But then Bonnie heard Mirabelle, “…What about you, Siffrin?”

Siffrin looked utterly lost. Their expression was unreadable. They weren’t meeting anyone’s eyes. The were silent for a moment before handing a frankly very blunt statement, “Bury me somewhere. Can we talk about something else?” Belle responded, “Oh…” Isabeau looked away, seemingly ashamed, “Yeah, sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

Bonnie remembered what they said. Then they started to feel horrible. Sick. How could they say that to Siffrin? Now Siffrin was upset! But well, they had to do something to make the rogue happy. Bonnie didn’t want to apologize just yet… they didn’t know how to. They needed to ask Isabeau how to apologize to Siffrin for such a thing.

But now, it’s snack time!

Bonnie paused, looking at everyone. Then they continued, “…Hey, are you done talking? Because…” Bonnie bounded into the circle of friends that were talking about death just a second ago, “It’s snacks time, baby.”

At least Isabeau was smiling as he replied, “Oh, it’s a serious business snack time. I’m listening.” Bonnie responded, “Snack times are always serious business, dummy.” Bonnie was hoping that Siffrin would smile at the ridiculousness of this needlessly stern introduction. But Siffrin couldn’t look at Bonnie in the eyes. It hurt Bonnie, to know they were the cause of this. Nonetheless, Bonnie continued.

Bonnie introduced their snacks. Madeleines, pineapple slices, and fish head. Bonnie secretly glanced at Siffrin every now and then. Siffrin was… spacey. Like they weren’t paying attention. But at least Siffrin answered Bonnie when prompted, “I’ll try the pineapple.” Siffrin’s tone wasn’t right. It sounded kind of like they were… not completely in the moment. Like they were stuck in their thoughts. But hey! Bonnie was happy that Siffrin liked one of their favorite foods!

The amount of fear and worry that filled their entire being when they heard Siffrin start to wheeze upon swallowing the bite of pineapple was unmatched. So scary, they forgot what they said to Frin to make him so upset. The air smelled sugary again. It felt very weird for a second before-

Bonnie woke up. They looked at the field in front of them. Were they… here before? This felt almost too familiar. They were back in Dormont! But weren’t they in the house just a second ago? Weird…

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Gonna write more :>

Isabeau’s is next hehe

Let’s hope it goes well!

Have a nice day (or night, wherever you are)!

[rayd3nnn]

Hello! (If your ok and comfortable with this)

Could you write something angsty with like phantom and one of the ghouls of your choice doing the deed and like they are degrading him and he gets in his head and thinks it's real and is no longer enjoying himself but doesn't want to Safeword because he's scared of angering/disappointing the other? But they eventually find out? Maybe some comfort at the end? It can be any ghoul, but I would probably recommend either dew or Swiss. :)

Abso-fucking-lutely. Thank you so, so, so, so much for your ask! @madilizon

Trigger warnings: smut (not the entire fic.), angst, usage of safeword (later on), comfort, degradation, slight choking, please let me know if I missed any!

Characters: Dewdrop, Phantom, mentions of Swiss (one or two)

Pairing: Dewdrop/Phantom.

Below the cut if you will <3

Purple.

Loud moans and grunts could be heard from within Dewdrop’s bedroom. Phantom lying on his stomach, doggy style with his face shoved into the pillows as Dewdrop rails into his ass mercilessly. Tears of pleasure streamed down Phantom’s beautiful face as he gripped onto the sheets and his claws dug holes into them accidentally. “Fuck!” Phantom yelped as Dewdrop’s hand made harsh impact on his ass. “You like that? Hm?” Dewdrop asked, in a teasing voice as his hand wrapped around Phantoms neck, pulling his head upwards so his moans and cries could be heard louder.

“Yea that’s it, let them hear you. Let them hear you moan for me like the whore you are.” Dewdrop grunted as his thrusts grew more intense, his hand going to grip onto Phantom’s hair and tug on it, lifting his head even further up as he applies slight pressure to his neck, not enough to hurt him. But just enough to cause slight pressure to his throat. “Yea, take it, take it like the slut you are. Swiss was right about you and your pretty little hole.” Dew said as he landed yet another harsh slap to Phantoms ass, Phantom yelped in pleasure, he loved being degraded during intercourse. Except his loud moans and cries suddenly turned into silent grunts and small breathy moans as thoughts had started to swirl around in his mind.

“Did you hear him? They all talk about how much of a whore you are.”

“Disgusting. Letting anyone rail you like that?”

“Not even Swiss is that bad…yikes.”

“Your just a sex toy for them. A whore, slut.”

Phantoms thoughts got to him as his tears were no longer tears of pleasure, but tears of sadness and overwhelmed emotions. He wasn’t enjoying himself anymore like he was merely moments ago. His hard dick turned soft, rubbing against the mattress. He wanted to call the safeword, stop the scene and just take a breath, calm himself down and talk to Dew about toning down the degradation just a little bit. But he didn’t wanna upset Dew, didn’t wanna mess up what they had and make him hate him again. So he stayed silent, letting Dew enjoy himself. He laid there as his thoughts swirled, tears still streaming down his face before he felt Dewdrops thrusts slow down and come to a sudden and abrupt stop. He felt a rough hand softly caress the arch in his back, and a tap to his cheek. “Hey, hey bat. Are you okay?” He heard Dew ask, his ears flicking as he looked up. Phantom looked at Dew and noticed the genuine concern in his usually mad face.

“Phantom, do you need to stop? Did you forget the safeword?” Dewdrop asked, softly caressing the Quintessence Ghoul’s back.

“…purple” Phantom said softly, sniffling. Dew heard clearly and immediately pulled out of Phantom. “Bug, what happened did I hurt you?” He asked as he put his pants and boxers back on, his tail wrapping around his leg as he sat on the bed. Phantom shook his head. “N-no I just…my thoughts got to me when you were- degrading me and I just…I don’t know.” Phantom tried to explain, Dewdrop understanding. There were times even Dew felt the degradation was too much for him during sex. “Hey, no no it’s okay bug, I understand. There are times when Swiss degrades me and it gets too much.” He starts, before asking. “Do you want help putting your clothes back on bat?”. Phantom nodded his head softly before muttering a small “..please?” Dew nodded and grabbed Phantoms pants and boxers, softly putting them on him and sitting back down.

“Do you want cuddles?” He asked, looking down at the Quintessence Ghoul. Phantom could only muster up a quick nod, Dew immediately laid down and wrapped the slightly taller ghoul into his arms, radiating small heat waves as a comforting touch. “Can you promise me something bug?” He asked. Phantom let out a chirp in response. “I need you to call the safeword if anyone makes you uncomfortable or if anything gets too much during sex. No matter who it is okay?” Dew said as he played with Phantoms hair, phantoms tail wrapping around Dew’s thigh and tail. He nodded. “Okay…” he said sleepily.

“Tired Quint?” He asked. Phantom nodded in response. “It’s alright, go to sleep. We can talk about this more tomorrow, alright?” Dew said, Phantom once more, slightly nodding in response before his breathing relaxed. Indicating he’d fallen asleep. “Goodnight Bug..” Dew whispered, kissing his forehead before falling asleep himself.